Daily Freewriting - Day 6

Todays date: 12.11.09
Start time: 5:44 PM
End time: 6:01
Maturity: None
Fantasy: Based on Alice in Wonderland

"Alice, wake up." He said. He nudged her with the tip of his ear.

Alice stirred, opening her blue eyes to ebrace consciousness. She looked at the rabbit. "Oh!" She gasped.

"Not used to a rabbit talking to ye, eh? Eh." He grunted, standing up and hopping over to the left among a few bright blue ferns. "But what you don't understand is that everyone can talk here. Rabbits. Cats." He pointed into a tree. A striped cat licked his paw.

"Oh my." Alice stared in wonder as the cat smiled and disappeared.

"Yes. Wonderous isn't it?" The cat asked. It materialized right in front of her, rubbing against her legs. "Of course, wonderous is as wonderous does." The cat disappeared again. "Right?" his ominous voice sounded.

Alice blinked several times, smoothing her blue dress and looking at the rabbit. He gasped suddenly, pulling out a gold watch. "I'M LATE!" He screetched, bouncing away down a path that closed up around him.

"Mr. Rabbit?" Alice called, trying to get through the bushes where he had gone, without success. "Mr. Cat, Mr. Cat, where did the rabbit go?" She asked innocently.

"The looking glass knows all." He smirked bouncing away like the rabbit had.

Daily Freewriting - Day 5

Todays Date: 12.10.09
Start Time: 7:06 (Putting the time it takes me to type this up since I had already written it out.)
End Time: 7:11
Maturity: ...None?
Fantasy: Talking trees.

The tree grunted and shifted around a little bit in his place. The mulch was too dry for his liking, he liked it when there was a lot of rain that soaked the ground. He especially did not enjoy snow.

"Quit your noises!" Frahr said. He was about four paces down the creek, but he was very obnoxious. He didn't like noise.

"The mulch is uncomfortable." Drangir explained. He shifted again.

"Then go find a different spot to sleep for the night, you're noises are maddening!" He settled further into the mulch where he was, falling into a deep sleep and snoring.

Drangir grunted, standing up and stepping across the creek and past Frahr to where his friend, Jarshma was staying.

"Hello, Drangir." The female tree said without opening her eyes. He tickled Drangir's nose with a white flower.

"Hello." He replied, digging a small hole to reside in for the night.

"Don't make it too deep." The wise tree warned. "You will have trouble covering it up in the morning. It's going to rain tonight. The mulch will turn mostly to mud, and you will have a very deep hole to conceal before humans come wandering in."

Drangir sighed, a gust of wind that bent the grass backwards, swaying. He dug a smaller hole and then settled his roots in it, happy that the ground would be wet when he awoke.

Daily Freewriting - Day 4

Todays Date: 12.09.09

Start Time: 6:50

End Time: 7:04

Maturity: Not really any...

Fantasy: Aliens

Dear Diary,

It's not like they describe it in the movies. Not at all. To be honest, they don't use that enormous beam thing that they always show you. That doesn't even exist. They told me so. They thought we had one, which is why we put them in our movies. I'm not exactly sure how they're so up on our popculture, but they certainly were.

And it hurts! They have an enormous metal grappling hook, and it comes down and inserts itself into your belly-button, then opens the hook so it can't come out as easily as it went in. Then they lift you up.

Once inside, you're blinded by the darkness. They can see in the dark. It's not all bright like it is in the movies. Not at all. It's completely black, and you can feel hands running all over you, taking out that monster cord from your belly button, feeling all ten of your toes, the way your hair connects to your head, how your fingernails are shaped. All stuff that humans already know. And I would have told them, had they asked.

But they don't say anything. At least not that you can understand. They don't speak all funny either. They actually speak so low, that humans can't hear them. Like elephants. But that's not the strange part.

The strange part is that they don't have antennas, or big black eyes, or green skin. No. They're completely normal looking. They're just a bit bigger than us, size-wise. They're huge. Very tall. And their hair. That's a bit different. It grows in different colors, but none that I recognize, except for a really muddy looking gray. I can't describe it... It's like charcoal, but brown... I know, weird.

But that's still not the strangest thing. The strangest thing is that they don't eat! At all. They only drink. And halfway through, my stomach began to crave something. Meat. Anything. Luckily they seemed to know the anatomy of a human being pretty well, though I doubted they could understand me, they did bring me a plate of food, which I was careful not to devour in less than two bites.

All in all, alien abduction was fairly fun. They let me go three days later. I have no reason to tell anyone. They won't believe me, they won't do anything. It'll just cause unnecessary suspicion. But I know what happened, and that's all that matters.

Daily Freewriting - Day 3

Today's Date: 12.08.09

Start Time: 3:03

End Time: 3:26

Maturity: Witches

Fantasy: Potions, witches

The cauldron bubbled over the edge and smoked violantly. It began to shake, vibrating over the fire.

Raven came running from the other room, extuinguishing the flame and taking a small vial full of the yellow potion.

"What do you think, Es?" She called to her twin sister. Esmerelda came out from behind the door, keeping quiet.

"Did you remember to add the newt? It looks really pale..." She poked her finger into the potion, taking it out to look at the way her finger was slowly turning green.

"I thought I added the newt... Where's Muna, she'll know." Raven stepped away from the cauldron and stalked down the hall in search of the cat. "There you are, Muna." She said. "Do you remember if I put a newt in the potion?"

The cat raised her mahogany eyes, searching her mind for a memory of Raven making the potion.

"Yes, you did." He said simply. He licked his paw and curled up into a ball. Raven's face contorted into a frown. "But, you forgot the powdered bat."

Raven groaned and walked back down the hall. Her sister was entirely green. Raven screamed.

"What did you do!?" Esmerelda yelled.

"I forgot the powdered bat..." Raven said. "It's okay, I can fix it. I know the antedote.

"You better!" Esmerelda screamed, lighting the fire under the caldron.

Esmerelda watched as Raven poured a gallon of water into the clean caldron, and then added powdered bat as well as other ingredients, ending with a splash of vinegar.

"This will work, I'm sure of it." Raven said pulling out a vial.

"You test it." Esmerelda said.

"Me? I'm not the one who looks like a frog!"

"You're the one who turned me into a frog!" She said.

Raven rolled her eyes and poured the new potion on Esmerelda's head. She watched her skin lose pigment very slowly, and then become a fire red.

"Uh-oh." Raven said. Esmerelda caught sight of her skin in the mirror.

"I'M RED!" She screamed.

"MUNA!" Raven yelled. The cat stalked down the hallway, sittind down on a pillar to see what was wrong.

"Esmerelda, you're red." He said simply. She groaned in response.

"What did I do wrong this time?" Raven asked innocently.

"Did you add vinegar?" The cat said. Raven nodded. "What kind?"

"Balsamic. I figured because we were out of red wine vinegar, it would work just the same." Raven said.

"Ah, that's where you went wrong. You see, the red wine vinegar actually cancels out the natural red pigment of the potion, making it clear." He turned to Esmerelda. "You need to drink three vials of red wine vinegar to turn your skin back to normal. Good luck, ladies." Muna jumped off the pillar and trotted down the hall.

Daily Freewriting - Day 2

Today's Date: 12.07.09

Start Time: 3:08 PM

End Time: 3:17

Maturity: The hunter has a gun.

Fantasy: None

The fox stepped out of its den cautiously, sniffing the air around it for a hint that someone was nearby; gunpowder, the stench of a human. He flexed his right front paw and tested the ground, deciding that the snow was safe to walk on.

He sprinted to the other side of the meadow like lightning, orange tail billowing in the breeze behind him. Pausing, he sat, completely straight, like one might find a statue. His ears twitched at each sound; a cricket chirping in the background, the crunch of leaves of some clumsy animal, and the louder crunch about a dozen paces to the north.

A shot was heard. Birds sprinted out of the trees, flapping their wings as fast as they could go. The hunter moved around clumsily, snapping tree branches and tripping over rocks. The fox leapt off the rock and looped around the hunter to the west, avoiding a gunshot by inches.

The hunter had him now. The fox could feel that he was being chased. His instincts told him to keep running. He pushed his paws harder. The hunter was now running too, wasting bullets by shooting at trees, causing more animals to come out of their hiding places.

"I've got you now li'l foxy!" The hunter bellowed in a deep accent. He raised his rifle again, preparing to aim at the fox.

The fox sprinted away as fast as it could. His lungs were burning, air deprived. The snow was cold on the bottom of his paws. He circled around the hunter, keeping low in the rasberry bushes to avoid being seen. He dodged every branch on his way around, trying to get behind the hunter without being noticed.

He succeeded.

"Where are you li'l foxy?" The hunter asked stupidly. "Come out and play." The fox didn't hear him, or understand him. He rushed forwards, now behind the hunter, and dove into the safety of his den.

The hunters footsteps came closer. The fox did not realize that snow left tracks. He saw the barrel of the gun come down into the den. He dove into the tunnel, farther, and farther, until he was all the way up against the back wall.

He began to dig, furiously, not caring about how much noise he was making. The only thing that mattered was safety.

A shot made the entire den shake. The hunter had missed and hit the wall of the den. The fox kept digging forward, and then started to dig up, to create a new hole.

He broke through the top of the earth and sprinted out of his new doorway, away from his den and the hunter, toward the safety of a set of caves on the southern end of the meadow.

The hunter didn't see the fox go.

Daily Freewriting - Day 1

Today's Date: 12.06.09

Start Time: 3:49 PM

End Time: 4:56 PM (I had to go somewhere...)

Maturity: Kissing.

Fantasy: None.

He kicked a pebble out of the way. "I can't believe they would just abandon us here like that..." He grumbled. I knew that grumble all too well.

I shook my hair, kicking all of the dirt out of the bottom of it.

"Don't freak, Chad. It's our own fault--" I started to say.

"Our fault?" Chad interrupted. "Please, explain how this is our fault, while those two have just up and left with our car, money, and everything we need to get back to town. What the heck!"

"Well, if we hadn't come up with the idea, maybe it wouldn't have happened like this..." I told him. He helped me stand up.

"Don't talk like that Lacey." He kissed me gently. "I don't want you thinkin' that way. It's not our fault. It's theirs. We're going to have to walk back home though, unfortunately." I let the matter go as he brushed the dirt off my back and led me through the trees back toward the general direction of Chicago. He took my hand gradually, becoming more and more in the lead as we went.

I knew I was right. We were wrong. If Chad haden't suggested that we play that darned truth or dare game out here, then we wouldn't be in this situation. We had driven with Mandy and her boyfriend Nate out these fifteen miles into the woods just to play truth or dare. Of course, Nate dared Mandy to take the truck, and they did. Now they were speeding back toward Chicago, and we were still stuck in the woods.

It wasn't a total loss, I had some really good "quality" time with Chad before he realized what had happened. He told me that they were going to come back, and like a fool, I believed him. What would my father say? I knew it wouldn't be good.

We hiked out of the woods forever, until we came across a dirt road that led back toward the main one. A cop car drove by.

"Need some help there?" He asked, rolling down the window. My eyes widened and I stood behind Chad. I didn't want them to see who I was.

"Actually, if you could give us a ride back to London Street, that would be great." The cop unlocked the backseat and Chad opened the door, motioning for me to get in. I gave him a deathstare as he got in next to me. I loved Chad, but he really didn't think about anything.
I had good reason to be afraid of cops. My dad was a criminal, and I knew it. Good 'ol Chad was leading the cops right to our house. Fantastic.

The cops dropped us off at the corner of London street. Chad thanked them as we started down there.

"What the heck is your problem!" I screamed as soon as they rounded the corner.

"My problem? Listen to who's screaming." He took his hand and wrapped it around my waist, pulling me closer and kissing me. I pushed him away. "What?" He asked.

"Are you kidding? You almost led the police right to my door! You know about my father! What would have happened if they found him? I would have been put into another foster home."

"Lacey, you're eighteen. You can live on your own. Or move in with me." He smiled deeply, the sunset lit up his smile.

"Yeah, I'll be sure to do that." I told him sarcastically. "Let's just get back to Mandy's house so we can yell at her and get your truck back."

"Fine." He agreed, taking my hand.

Hello, There.

Hello, there.
My name is Siobhan.
It's really longer than that,
But you don't need to know.

I'm a girl, I'm 15.
I like to smile,
I love to sing, dance, act, and have fun.
I'm slightly over-dramatic.

I'm afraid of birds.
And clowns
And balloon animals.
Don't make fun of me.

I go to the mall just so I can go on facebook.
At the apple store.
I think they're sick of me there...
Quite possibly.

I hate shopping,
I'm not good at sports,
But I love to go running
around my home town/city.

I always wake up before 8.
Except for when I'm sick.
Like today.
And yesterday, but I had school.

My greatest fear is rejection.
I really wish I could drive.
I stare out the window
When I'm bored, or just thinking.

I tend to space out a lot.
Usually while I'm eating.
I don't eat all that much
Yesterday I had a S'more.

I'm not too sure
If I like
Who I've
Become...

But I'll deal with it,
Because It's me.
And I can change that,
But it makes no sense.

Hello, there.
I'm not really awake.
My hair looks revolting.
My eyes are tearing.

No, I'm not crying.
I'm waking up
Slowly.
Very
Very
Very
Very
Very
Very
Very
Very
Very
Very
Slowly.

And that's me.

Fields

*a conversation
_:_:_:_:_:_:_:_

"But here, it's different, here we can be similar, the same."
"I don't want to be the same. I want to be me, external struggles won't do much for you. I've made my choice."
"Don't you want something more? Something more than what you currently have? Don't you sometimes wish that you and I could be more alike."
"Never. My choice is clear. I choose to be my own identity."
"It's not going to be easy. You'll regret this choice, I guarantee."
"Get away."
"You don't understand, what it's like."
"No, I do."
"Oh do you? I think you don't. I think you want to be here. You and I are similar, even if you want to think something different. Here, we're the same. Here, everyone is the same."
"Then I'll leave here."
"Choices come and go but people stay. Learn not to choose."
"Choosing is what gives us the power to be ourselves, our own type of individual, to define ourself for the self that we are."
"Suit yourself then."
"I choose to."

101

One Hundred And One Facts You May or May Not Know About Me.

1. My middle name is Kathleen
2. I'm really 4'11"
3. I can drive, just not legally.
4. I don't like how I write.
5. I have two cats, Tiger and King
6. I've written over fifteen stories.
7. Only one got finished.
8. I have an obsession with collecting environmentally friendly water bottles
9. And Rubber Ducks
10. I love Broadway music
11. My bedroom is purple
12. I sing because I want to.
13. I dance because I want to.
14. I secretly want to be on Broadway.
15. I realize that's an unrealistic goal, and I put my energy into other things.
16. I rarely have free time.
17. I want to be a Youtube celebrity.
18. I'm twenty five on the inside, twelve on the outside, but my chronological age is fifteen.
19. I have really bad asthma and have to take albuterol every day.
20. I love to read the newspaper, because someday I hope I'll be the front page.
21. I love Science Fiction
22. My pen name for my stories used to be Akeria Hale, now it's Akeria Black.
23. I'm not obsessed with Twilight.
24. I love to read, and I finish a book every few days.
25. I still believe in Santa
26. I only get nervous performing in front of my Mom
27. Sometimes I wish I could get letters from people I don't know.
28. I send messages in bottles when I go to the beach, but no one ever calls.
29. My favorite color is purple.
30. I'm single, but happy.
31. I want to learn to make bracelets.
32. I'm a guitar hero--I play on expert.
33. I pretty much beast at all things electronic.
34. I can beat Spyro The Dragon in two and a half hours without stopping.
35. I'm scared of the dark, but only in certain places.
36. I love scary movies, but I only watch them at home on my couch.
37. My friends are my family.
38. When I sleep, you can't wake me up.
39. I don't approve of animal testing.
40. I'm jealous of people who can afford Uggs and Abercrombie.
41. I buy all of my clothes at Target.
42. I have to walk home from school.
43. I love taking pictures; black and white is my favorite.
44. I have secrets that I don't tell.
45. I wish the world was happier
46. I wouldn't give up my family for anything in the world.
47. Sometimes I wish that my family wasn't so demanding
48. I'm afraid of birds
49. And balloon animals.
50. I want to live to be 100, just so I can say that I got there.
51. Someday I'll cure cancer.
52. Poetry is not my thing.
53. I played with Barbies and Hot Wheels when I was little.
54. I have 800 ideas a minute about stories, but only a few of them get written.
55. I failed NaNoWriMo.
56. I think it would be cool to draw, if only I could.
57. I dream in black and white, not color.
58. Sometimes I wonder if people see colors differently than I do.
59. I like to think that I was meant for something more than I really am.
60. I was born on August 2nd, and I'm forever proud of my birthday.
61. I'm looking into auditioning for American Idol.
62. I missed the cutoff score for Western Regionals by five points, and I cried.
63. Sometimes I think that I'm the only person who thinks like me.
64. I wish there were more people like me.
65. I wish there weren't.
66. I chew gum compulsively.
67. I go Trick-or-Treating just to amuse my friends, and then I give them all my candy.
68. I'm only myself when with friends.
69. When I'm with my family, I'm very anti-social.
70. Math is like second nature to me.
71. I wish teachers wouldn't give you quizzes with only a few questions.
72. Sometimes I wish I had an accent.
73. I wish I could paint.
74. LOST is my favorite TV show.
75. I mean to go on Twitter more than I do...
76. I only drink water.
77. I only wear converse.
78. My toothbrush and toothpaste color has to match.
79. I organize things all the time.
80. I spend all my time organizing, and none of it doing the actual task at hand.
81. I was a vegetarian for about two months.
82. I believe in magic and the supernatural.
83. My camera is my best friend.
84. My cell phone is stupid.
85. I listen to all different types of music, and I really don't have a favorite.
86. I don't like the taste of coffee.
87. I love doing character development surveys about myself.
88. I'm slightly obsessed with Farmville
89. Writing is like second nature to me, though I don't do it very much.
90. If I could, I would sing and dance every day away.
91. I believe in using coasters.
92. I don't like the color orange.
93. I watch cartoons nearly every day.
94. There are several episodes of Spongebob that I can recite.
95. I have trouble concentrating on something unless I have something in my hands to play with.
96. I'm OCD and ADD, but only in my head.
97. I like the color red.
98. I would rather be singing than anything else.
99. I don't eat fish.
100. I'm Irish, Italian, French, Canadian, and Brittish.
     
101. I'm Siobhan Kathleen, and that's me.

I hope I inspire you to do one too.