Monday, November 21, 2011

Toy Island - short story

TOY ISLAND
                Our kingdom had been had over run by the heartless king. King Jordan captured our queen Amelia and kept her locked in the forbidden forest. The forbidden forest was protected by all of King Jordan’s toy soldiers and a very powerful spell that only King Jordan knew how to get through. Queen Amelia’s heart had been frozen over. She sat in her prison day in and day out like a robot, knowing that something was missing but never knowing what it was. King Jordan ran the Toy Island as a slave town. He forced all the toys in the land to serve his every want and need. Along with freezing Queen Amelia’s heart, he also stole all hope that lay within each of the toys. This made it so that all the toys never tried to rebel against him. It was a fool proof plan that had been set in motion for almost 4 years.
                I lay my pencil down, rubbing my eyes. I didn’t know how exhausting it was to write a story without any prompts. In school I was fine because I had plenty of professors giving me ideas to go off of. However, this, this was much more difficult. I turned my night light off and walked out to the kitchen. I turned on my coffee machine and popped in a butterscotch coffee. The smooth, buttery smell filled my senses, instantly soothing my deep headache. I grabbed milk from the fridge and poured just a touch into my coffee. I walked back to my bedroom and stopped at my door. My heart instantly dropped to my feet. I ripped the picture from my door and lowered my head. Jordan and I on Valentine’s Day, we had never been more in love. Unfortunately, Jordan seemed to lose his heart somewhere down the road to love, leaving me behind with nothing but a broken heart. I ripped up the picture and threw it in the trash. One good thing about writing was that it took my mind off of my aching heart. I picked up my pencil and continued my story of the heartless king.
                Off of Toy Island there was a small Island that had been abandoned for centuries. This island was called Heart & Soul Island. This was the first place that King Jordan had taken over, so many years ago. Eventually King Jordan killed off the entire population of Heart & Soul Island with his cold heartedness. Leaving not even the tiniest insect behind. That is why King Jordan had moved onto Toy Island, where hopes and dreams were what made this little town thrive. King Jordan thought that maybe even if he took away the toys hopes, they would still live off of their hopeless dreams. This would make it so that the toys would still be able to live, giving King Jordan the opportunity to rule forever. However, little did King Jordan know, one of the girls who lived on Heart & Soul Island had been at Toy Island during the entire duration of King Jordan’s rule. This girl, Abigail, came home just before King Jordan’s venture to Toy Island.
                Abigail had fallen in love with one of the toys at Toy Island while on her journey to find food and money for her family. Abigail spent an entire year with her lover Josh, basking in the sun and sipping on wine together. She promised Josh, before she left, that she would return with her family to be with him forever. Abigail had to return home first though to gather her family and move to a new land with lots of promise.  When Abigail returned home, she was shocked to find that her entire family had died from King Jordan’s broken heart spell. Leaving the entire land and people she loved barren. Abigail was completely dazed with no idea where to turn or what to do. With revenge in Abigail’s heart, she set off back to Toy Island to find Josh and figure out who it was who had killed her entire home land.
                When Abigail returned to Toy Island it was as if all of the color and happiness had been drained out of this once hopeful town. She couldn’t put her finger on just what it was, but she knew something was different. Abigail rushed through the woods as fast as she could, tears streaming down her face. She had to get to Josh; she had to tell him what happened so he could help her. Josh was the only one she had left now. He was the only piece of her heart that wasn’t broken.
                This story was the one thing that was healing my heart. However, it sure was tiring. I shut my journal and pushed it gently into my top drawer along with my lucky pencil. At least the one bit of satisfaction I had was writing my ex as the evil character in my story. I couldn’t help but giggle. I slipped under my covers and prepared for a night full of toy filled dreams.
                I awoke the next morning bursting with inspiration for my story. I could hardly wait to continue writing; but first, breakfast. I poured some count chocula into my bowl followed by the milk. I sat down at the kitchen table with my cereal and coffee and fully indulged. Once I was finished I practically ran to my bedroom and whipped out my journal. I flipped open to the page where I left off and dove straight in.
                When Abigail arrived in town she ran straight to Josh’s house. She knocked loudly on his gingerbread door, impatiently waiting for him to answer. Finally Josh came to the door. “Hi, may I help you?” Josh said in a low sad tone.
“Josh it’s me! Abigail! Oh my gosh, so much has happened I really need your help.” Abigail wept.
“I’m sorry Abigail, but I don’t believe I can be of much help to you. King Jordan has set pretty strict rules since you left. He has also taken all of the toys hopes so I am afraid I am not quite the same as when you left.” Josh lowered his head. Sadness was written all over his plastic face.
“Oh no! Josh Please. I need you. Someone has come to my land and killed my family and everything that was inhabited there. I don’t know who this villain is but I must find them and slay them. I MUST AVENGE MY FAMILY!” Abigail begun to get very heated. She had nowhere else to turn.
“Come in. You’re going to cause a scene and the guards are doing their street rounds.” Josh shoved Abigail inside and quietly shut the door behind them. “King Jordan is responsible for the abandonment of your home. While you were here he took over Heart & Soul Island and destroyed everyone and everything that lived there. Now he has taken over our land and enslaved all the toys. King Jordan also took away all of our hopes so that we would stay afraid of him and not rise up and rebel. Queen Amelia lay in the forbidden woods, her heart frozen by the King. She is the only one who can bring back our hopes and set Toy Island on the right track once again.” Josh begun to ramble.
“King Jordan will die. I will get your Queen back and save this kingdom. Just promise me you will help. I just need your help to kill King Jordan.” Abigail was on her knees begging Josh.
“I’ll help you, however, only if you listen to me when I tell you things about my land. Deal?” Josh asked Abigail.
“Deal!” Abigail jumped and gave him a huge hug. “Thank you so much Josh. I won’t let you down.”
                Abigail and Josh sat down and figured out their whole plan. First, they had to go see Professor 8 ball. Professor 8 ball was all knowing and had been friends with Josh since he was just a baby toy. Abigail put on a lot of make and made herself up to look like a porcelain doll so she would blend in. Josh and Abigail snuck through the town to Professor 8 ball’s store.
“Hello there Joshua. How may I help you today?” Professor 8 ball said lowering his classes
“Professor, we really need your help. I know it’s a lot to ask but we are going to take down King Jordan. We need your help coming up with the potion to get through the spell that has been set on the forbidden forest and to get by the guards without being seen. Please Professor. The toys of Toy Island deserve to be free and have hope.” Josh gave a pressing look to the Professor.
“Well Joshua, if you betray King Jordan the consequences will be big. As long as you believe you can do it I would love to get our toy town back to the way it should be. I’ve been coming up with potions for just this since King Jordan arrived at our island. Although King Jordan took away our hope, I still have my heart and my dreams. Follow me and I’ll show you what I have concocted.” Professor 8 Ball’s face lit up just talking about his potion.
                They followed Professor 8 Ball through the store to a secret room where he had tubes and potions and mixers and everything a mad scientist could need.
“Ahh, yes! Here it is, the potion that I have perfected for just this reason.” Professor pulled out a large tube with a scarlet red liquid inside of it. “This is a potion that will make each of you invisible to the guards, but make sure not to drink too much or you will stay invisible forever.” Professor then pressed a big red button that was hidden under his desk and large crystal ball rose from a hidden entrapment.
“ And this, this is a crystal ball that holds the only potion that will break the spell put on the forbidden forest. King Jordan forced me to come up with this when he initially put the spell on the forest. To use this you must throw it at the path in which you are taking and the crystal ball will role in front of you releasing a secret mist to help you through the spell with ease.” Professor 8 Ball carefully handed the crystal and potion over to Abigail and Josh.  Josh and Abigail begun to walk out of the Professors secret room when he stopped them. “Wait! There is one more thing you need!” The Professor yelled.
                I shook out my hand, trying to relieve the major cramp that was piercing through my entire arm. It was almost done. I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of pure happiness. First, I needed to eat lunch before I passed out on the spot. I needed just a little bit more energy to finish my story.
                “You’ll need something to unfreeze Queen Amelia’s heart. Take this pill. This is a type of pill that will warm her heart. You have to get Queen Amelia to eat this pill, which will be quite a task all on its own because of the trance she is in. Once she eats this pill, memories from her past will come rushing in and break the spell. Good luck children, our town is counting on you.” Professor 8 Ball patted them on the back and sent them on their way.
                Abigail and Josh packed all the things they would need and headed stealthily towards the forbidden woods. Sweat dripped from Abigail’s head, causing her make up to begin to melt. They had to hurry before someone noticed her. The sky begun to get extremely dark and crows lurked not far above their heads. They had arrived at the forbidden forest. The tall brown trees seemed to be higher than a normal tree. They cast shadows so dark that you could hardly see anything at all in front of you. Abigail and Josh each took a small sip of the scarlet potion wincing at how gross it tasted. They held hands so they would know where each other was. Abigail pulled the crystal ball from her dress and threw it straight at the dark path in front of them. The crystal ball begun to role and light up the path in front of them. They snuck by the toy soldiers, trying very hard not to crunch any of the twigs. The toy soldiers stood there like robots waiting to attack anyone who crossed their path. After what felt like hours, they finally reached the prison in which Queen Amelia was trapped, and just in time for their invisibility to wear off.
“Queen Amelia? My name is Abigail and I’m here to save you.” Abigail said stepping towards her.
“Hellll…” Queen Amelia begun to scream before Josh covered her mouth. As Josh covered her mouth he also forced the pill down her throat. Amelia begun to curiously chew the mysterious pill. Memories flew through her brain, bombarding her every move and thought. Amelia abruptly fell to the ground
“Queen Amelia, are you alright?” They both asked looking at her questioning.
“I..I fell better than ever. Thank you my loyal subjects, I will forever be in your debt. We need to get out of here fast before the guards see. Oh yah, and Kill Jordan!” Queen Amelia said taking a sip of the scarlet potion.
                After successfully rescuing Queen Amelia from the forbidden forest, and the claws of the menacing toy soldiers, they were off to kill King Jordan. They saved just enough of that scarlet potion to sneak past the guards and up to the castle. “We have to stop by treasure room and take the heart sword. That is the only sword that will kill King Jordan.” Queen Amelia said. “It is the only sword with the power of heart to pierce King Jordan’s hard exterior and kill him from the inside out.”
                The three of them snuck up the stairs and into the treasure room. The heart sword lay there in the gold casing, its shiny black handle covered in luscious red hearts. This was it; they were finally going to over throw the king. Abigail would get the revenge she deserved for the death of her family and home land. This was the moment she had been waiting for, and she was completely ready for it. They made it to the gate and killed the guards with the powerful sword. Abigail sipped the last bit of the scarlet potion and creped slowly to King Jordan’s thrown. Abigail raised the heart sword high above her head feeling all the power suddenly rush through her. Just then the potion wore off and Abigail screamed, “THIS IS FOR ALL THE PEOPLE OF HEART & SOUL ISLAND!” And Abigail drove the sword straight through King Jordan’s heart. All the pain of the hopeless toys and of Abigail’s barren home land was paid off in the solitary moment. She was free. Queen Abigail lifted the treasure box that held all of the toys hopes and smashes it, setting it free to the whole town. “I don’t know how I could ever repay you two. Thank you for returning my kingdom to me.”
                Josh and Abigail went off and lived together forever in Toy Island. Shortly after the Queen’s thrown was returned she allowed them to have their wedding at the castle. Abigail was now Mrs. Abigail Ramsay, forever Josh Ramsay’s blushing bride.
                I was relieved to have finally finished the story. After many tweaks and long days of slaving over this story, it was finally perfect.  Hopefully one day she would fulfill her dreams of publishing this story. Anyhow, at least it was done and she was completely satisfied with its outcome.

Friday, November 11, 2011

Post Card - 1

         I spun the shelf searching for a post card. It had to be perfect. My love deserved nothing but the best. After spinning the shelf a half a dozen times, I finally spotted it. A vintage post card with a woman and a soldier on it. It  was as if this post card had been made specifically for me. I ran to the counter and bought it on the spot. I hoped  in my car and headed up the mountain to my cabin.
         I sat for hours at my desk writing drafts of what I would put on the post card. After 3 hours and 4 cups of coffee, I finally wrote a draft that was at least half way decent. It read:
                      "My love. I searched for days for the perfect post card to send you. I know how much you love vintage post cards, so this can be added to your collection. I miss you terribly. Not a day goes by that I don't dream about that winter in my cabin. Sleeping by the warm fire place under my knitted red blanket. I would give any anything for your sweet kiss. I can't hardly wait for when we can reunite, and continue our days together.
                                                          Sincerely,
                                                         Broken Hearted"

        It was ready! I threw on my black heavy wool jacket and snow boots and headed out the door. I decided to walk just to get some fresh air and collect my thoughts.
        I walked through the gothic style gates and up the small hill to the weeping willow tree. I dug a perfect spot in the snow with my hands. The cold nostalgia reached from my hands all the way to my cold heart.I placed the post card there in front of his grave.
         "I miss you my love."
       I said kissing his grave stone. I rested against the willow tree, trying to keep my heart from falling out of my chest. After a couple of hours i decided to get up before my hands fell off.  I brushed off the snow from my jacket and headed towards the gates.
       "Happy anniversary"
     I whispered as I walked back out through the gates.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Readers Response

This Must Be The Place was definitely my favorite piece to read. When opening the page I was dreading reading the 20 page story. However, I found my self connecting with this story more than I expected. The author used so many amazing descriptions and scenery details. I loved how this story was about a girl escaping from a small town and running away to follow her dreams. It made me feel like I was the character, maybe in a different dream world. I felt as if she described the main characters desire for film so well that it could almost be my own desires. I wanted so much more once this story was ending. I was left with so many question and frustrated that it was over. However, I wasn't angry because this short story was so perfect and simple. I really enjoyed her style of writing. I didn't however love Salvatore's writing. I didn't like the way he ranted. I did like the purpose of the story though. It seemed as the the woman's hatred for her own breasts stood for something deeper than just that. I think it has something to do with the stance of women in our society and the fact that sometimes it is very hard for men or even women to look past a women as a sexual being and look at her as something much more than that. Although I did not like this piece it left me coming up with a lot of ideas as to why he would write a story such as this.




Questions for Salvatore:
- What was your inspiration for this piece?
- Is there a deeper meaning behind this story or is this simply it?
- What causes you to want to write and where do you write?


Questions for Racculia:
- What inspired this piece of writing?
- Do have any sort of connection with this character?
- Do you have a specific time and way you write, or is it spontaneous?

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

My Inner Self

A little blonde girl
Pink bows tying back
long wavy perfect hair.
8 years old
Holding Daddy's hand
Walking through the crowded mall.

Nothing in the world can harm her,
Because her parents promise her
fairy tales and happy endings.

The harsh words
of people who claim to love her,
Get smothered by her lavender
Scented teddy bear that is dragged wherever she goes.

The world is pounding at her door,
Screaming obscene words.
But here comes daddy
with a pink frappe,
Cherry on top.
And a happy meal to make her smile.
I'm lovin' it!

Sunday, October 23, 2011

unique baking

I've come here to tell you a secret of her.
The secret of all secrets
A recipe untold, a recipe thats mature

It starts with a dash of food coloring and give it a stir
Maybe some black, nothing too bright.
I've come here to tell you a secret of her.

A handful of piercing's and hair color then stir
A cup of sarcasm and 2 cups of attitude
A recipe untold, a recipe thats mature

2 cups of writing , 3 cups of music, mix and stir
Now add 1 cup of reading 
I've come here to tell you a secret of her

2 cups of love and the mixtures starting to blur
1 cup of family and friends
A recipe untold, a recipe thats mature

Add a dash of hot sauce and the mixture is mature
A little bit of spice is all you need.
I've come here to tell you a secret of her

A recipe untold, a recipe thats mature.

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Chocolate Rain

Standing in the dark,
Illuminate by the twilight.
Yellow little diamonds,
Sparkle far above my reach.
My head raised towards the sky,
A wet droplet playfully lands upon my cheek.
I wipe the wet droplet with my finger,
I raise it to my lips,
Chocolate rain.
White chocolate,
Milk chocolate,
and even a hit of dark.
I fully indulge myself in this sweet experience.
Opening my mouth as wide as it will go,
I let my pallet enjoy a dancing of exotic flavors.
The rich, smooth chocolate
Slips slowly dow my throat,
Jolting each taste bud,
As if to tantalize them on their way down.
This is unlike any chocolate anyone could possibly fathom.
This is heavens chocolate,
Sent down to show me its sympathy.
Apologizing with every delicious drop.
Apologizing for dealing me a hard hand in life.
And for these heavenly minutes of paradise,
I accept.
I'm waiting to wake from this bubbly dream,
To be pinched back into the nightmare.
But it never comes.
So, I jump into the flowing grass,
Allowing it to wrap its warm arms around me,
I lift my head up once more,
And fully lose myself,
In this sweet blessing of heavens gold.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Readers response - I Give You Back by Joy Harjo

I not only enjoyed the  meaning behind this poem, but also  the style in which the author wrote. Through this poem the author is talking to fear as if it is just a person sitting next to her. That is one thing I took a lot of inspiration from in my own writing, talking to objects and feelings. The author goes on to talk to her fear as if it is an ex boyfriend. She tells her fear that it is not her shadow any longer and that she no longer will let it hold her back, her fear is not in her blood any more. This poem is this women's way of saying goodbye to fear, and her allowing herself to grow up past all her fears. It is pretty peaceful for the most part until you reach one stanza. In the second stanza the author talks about a brutality that happened to her family and her people, and tells fear that she doesn't care about that anymore because she will not let it control her. This piece of writing really helped me towards my own story that I am writing. I used her technique of talking to my own feelings as if it was a person I was talking to. Towards the end of her poem it seems as if she is almost yelling. She repeats herself for a couple of lines then uses the same first couple of words and different endings. Her entire poem builds up to the end where she really seems angry. But, then the last line is her almost forgiving her fear and feeling sympathy for it. I definitely would/will be using her style of writing in my writing for my book because it really gets a message across.

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Philosophy of Love

I dreamt of love every night. dreamt of my true loves warm embrace and soft delicate kiss. i had never experienced love for myself. I was basically taught my whole life not to feel any emotion at all. It was part of the job. The consequence of being a princess. The tall black book casing with red velvet lining held what I knew of true love and deep emotions. Each book pulsing and bleeding with utter happiness. Bloody hell I want to be free to feel love. I had never even experienced love from my mother. My whole family was brain washed. But not me. I am a living breathing person. I could smell love through the chocolate chip cookies my grandmother makes, warm and fresh out of the oven. I could feel love while laying in the swaying green grass in my private back yard with the sun wrapping its hot arms around every inch of me. Love flowed through my veins and corrupted my every thought. I just wanted to feel someone else's love for me as well.

Monday, September 26, 2011

9/11 Visual Poem

Just a piece of wood,
Simple.
Flags, flowers, pictures, and quotes
Hang from every inch of its being.
But step a little closer,
Listen a little deeper.
Feel The pulsing of hearts.
Broken hearts from the ones who have lost.
Taste the thousands of salty tears,
Tears shed for something that seems so simple from the outside.
Now step back.
See this memorandum for its real purpose.
Feel all their emotions from that dreaded day,
Scared, loneliness, worry and sorrow.
"Not for steel and concrete,
but for the lives lost,
And all those who suffer,
Our hearts are with you,
May your souls find peace."

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Two Monkeys Writing From The Image

I really enjoyed this poem about the two monkey's sitting in a window. The author turned a simple picture into something of such greater meaning. From the poem it seems she relates the monkey to her past. Each monkey represents a different path that she could potentially take. Beyond both of the monkeys is a blue open sky, meaning her path is wide open for her to make or break. The exam she is taking is the make or break of her of entire future.The symbolism of this poem really inspired me to write deeper about the pictures and objects that I see around me. I would have never thought of such an inspiration from a picture of a couple of monkeys. The last paragraph was what really tied the entire poem together for me. One of the monkey’s is staring at her, prompting her to go for her dreams almost while the other is sitting there dozing off into space. This one monkey staring at her seems to be the future that is wide open for her and most promising. The monkey seems to be signaling to her that it is possible to release that side of her, and that her dream is possible to achieve as long as she just pushes for it. I greatly enjoyed reading this piece and would love to write a symbolism piece a lot like this.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

INTRODUCTORY ACROSTIC - Creative Writing

A- All of my family members die in a flood
U- Usually we're angry
E- Earings, Edward Cullen Poster, Evening gowns
R- Really?
L- Lengthy, Colorful hair, Piercings
N- Nerine flowers are a type that someday I'll have in my wedding.

G- Grandmother's sweatshirt, Teddy bear, Camera, Lap Top, Picture Album
E- Earings from my boyfriend, Tights, black skirt, and my stripped long sleeve shirt
N- Noodles with hot sauce
R- Real men and/or women are never w/o clothing :)
S- Sarge, Lil Sarge
A- All about reading books
T-The man I'm with now I intend to marry.

Saturday, September 3, 2011

Quote of the Week

"All that we are is the result of what we have thought. The mind is everything. What we think, We become" - Buddha

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Lyrics I wrote

I'll rip your heart straight from your chest.
And with your blood dripping from my hands,
I'll feel your heart beat it's last.
And even though I'm smiling,
That doesn't mean I don't feel the effects
Of your menacing words.
And all the hate has made me
Who I am Today

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Slipping away

I can feel you slowly sliding through my fingers.
Slipping from my arms.
It's getting harder to stay strong
My faith is fading fast.
The darkness is creeping up my neck
Itching at my spine
And I don't know how much longer I can hold on
The color of my life is crumbling right in front of my eyes

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Quote Of The Week

"At some point, you have to make a decision. Boundaries don't keep other people out. They fence you in. Life is messy. That's how we're made. So, you can waste your lives drawing lines. Or you can live you life crossing them." - Grey's anatomy

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Little Tid Bit Of A Story I want To Write

She had been in this place so many times before. Felt this fiery attraction that she knew would only end in fatal heart break. So why couldn't she stop herself? Seize this moment right here and run away? She had promised herself she wouldn't let it happen again. She wouldn't allow this beautiful creature to have that power over her. But she was trapped. Lost in his forgiving hazel eyes and  tempted by his soft gentle touch. His whisper in her ear sent chills down her spine. She had to run. She had to escape. But, It was too late. He captivated her every thought. Drowned her fears in his loving and oh so promising words.

Monday, May 30, 2011

Quote Of The Week

Since it is memorial day, I decided to do a couple of awesome quotes about reading. Hope you enjoy:






  • A book is the only place in which you can examine a fragile thought without breaking it, or explore an explosive idea without fear it will go off in your face. It is one of the few havens remaining where a woman's mind can get both provocation and privacy. ~Edward P. Morgan

  • A good book should leave you... slightly exhausted at the end. You live several lives while reading it. ~William Styron, interview, Writers at Work, 1958 


  • I would be most content if my children grew up to be the kind of people who think decorating consists mostly of building enough bookshelves. ~Anna Quindlen, "Enough Bookshelves," New York Times, 7 August 1991 


  • Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors, and the most patient of teachers. ~Charles W. Eliot

    Thursday, May 26, 2011

    Books I Want To Read This Summer

    Currently Reading: Delirium by Lauren Oliver

    To Read:
    -Balefire by Cate Tiernan
    -Nightshade by Andrea Cremer
    -My Soul To Take by Rachel Vincent
    -Passion by Lauren Kate (Fallen Series)
    - Bloodspell by Amalie Howard
    -The Hollow by Jessica Verday
    -The Body Finder by Kimberly Derting
    -Vampire Academy by Richelle Mead
    - Shiver series by Maggie Stiefvater

    Please Post Any Other Suggestions You Have For Me :)

    Wednesday, May 25, 2011

    Empty

    Drain the blood from me,
    Just to feel your own heart  beat.
    Forsaken, Betrayed.
    Left to die here right where I lay.
    All that's left is this insecure empty
    space that used to be my life
    If you are to take anything from me,
    Take my memory.
    Because I'd rather feel nothing,
    Than watch my life wither away.

    -Tantalize-Blood Moon

    Monday, May 23, 2011

    Quote Of The Week

    “The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, the education, the money, than circumstances, than failure, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill. It will make or break a company... a church... a home. The remarkable thing is we have a choice everyday regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past... we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude. I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% of how I react to it. And so it is with you... we are in charge of our Attitudes.” - Charles R. Swindoll

    Hello Blogger World

    Hey,

    So I'm brand new to this site, Thanks to my best friend Aeriell. I plan on using this site to write book reviews, Get my own writing out there, and also do a weekly cool post. Once a week I plan on posting a quote. I hope you will join me and also share your interests with me.

    Sincerely,
    Tantalize-Blood Moon