Goodbye Summer

I read somewhere that August is like the Sunday of summer, and I must agree. You want to enjoy the last gasps of freedom you've got, but at the same time Monday--or in this case, school--is too close for comfort. 

We bought graham crackers and marshmallows today and I lost no time sticking a dark chocolate dove in-between them and throwing it in the microwave. 

I've got this strange thing where I just want to buy all the books I can and read them before I'm forced to waste away at a desk, you know? 

The last little bit of random words for you today:

I've been mixing cool whip {it's basically better whip cream that comes in a tub} with melted dark chocolate and putting it on top of coffee... GURL. All the yums in my tum tums. >.<

[there's really no good name for this]

Her mouth was spread in an ''o'' shape,

like she hadn't meant to go this far.

She hadn't meant to go anywhere at all, really.

Her eyes were glazed over and you could still see the last fading effects of a fake happiness.

She had had a date later that night, one she'd never see.

She was looking forward to it. I think. I'll never know.

Often they never mean to die, they just want one more ounce of happiness.

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I'm hopeful I don't need to tell you guys this, but: don't do drugs. If they don't kill you, they'll ruin your life.

Instead:

• wear a tutu
• have a lollipop
• smile at 3 different strangers
• buy a new book

[ p.s. guys, I think it's just about time for a book haul. YAS. ]

100 Followers Contest Winner

Since I posted my 100 followers contest at the beginning of the month, I have gained 9 more followers, which is totally and utterly amazing. I love you guys.

The winner was chosen using random.org. :)

You can check out her blog here.

Clara's thoughts were spinning as her words came alive on the computer screen. Her fingertips raced as quickly as they could to give every detail and sparkle of imagination into the story. It started to form as characters danced in her head, each being given their own life. 

They were no longer stationary, stuck in her head as Clara did other things. The characters woke up once again as the words started to flow. 

The cup of tea soon grew cold; Clara didn't even care about it anymore. All she could think of was her story, and how it was growing.

-=-==+==-=-

Maybe I should have waited until a bout of inspiration hit me, but I needed to finish the contest so it wasn't really an option. 

And in an editing state of mind: the cup of tea was sort of a weird add in detail, so I wouldn't do that for other stories. I decided to put it in because of the picture but it really has nothing to do with the plot.

So, now that we are all good and improved with our writing skills {k, maybe not. but it helped me. -.-}, I will see you guys later. :)

About Me

I've gained a lot of followers in the past month, and I realize that some of you may not know me as well as some older followers {which is all well and good, I don't mind}. 

not the best photo of me by far but it's the only one I've got-- so it'll have to make do. :p

Here is a short list of things about myself:

1. My hair is brown. Not so brown that you think its black, but the type of dark chocolate. It's the best, as far as I am concerned. ;P {only joking about the last part... and it's darker than it seems in the picture}

2. I watch you tubers such as Zoella, the Shaytards, Samika Vlogs, Sprinkle of Glitter, and many others.

3. I am a dancer. I've been dancing since I was pretty young, and yes, I do own a knee-length ivory tutu. 

4. My favorite book series is Vampire Academy and my favorite book is Pride and Prejudice. 

5. I own part of a dog {family pet} and I have my very own parakeet. She bites.

6. I am a Christian.

7.  If I could travel anywhere in the world I'd go to Europe.

8. Once upon a time, in a far and distant land, I wrote two novels. 

9. I like the internet community more than I like the real life kind. This blogger community is so wonderful -- we don't care what you look like, we don't care which language you speak. Typically, we don't judge and we're just a group of friends. And I like that. 

Now tell me something about yourself, okay? Okay. *cries silently in the corner*

My Book Shelf

Oh yeah gurl.

This, above, is my bookshelf. Only two of the four shelves contain books {there's an itty bitty one up top}. If you're wondering why I have such a small collection, it's because I typically read from the library more than I buy. *_* Believe me though, I would buy all the books in the world. Give 'em a lovin' home.

This is my first--or rather, second-- shelf. {I'm sowwe for the blurry :p} From left to right:

The Silver Door, by Holly Lisle. The Mark of Athena, by Rick Riordan. The Elite, by Kiera Cass. The One, by Kiera Cass. The Fault in Our Stars, by John Green. Fangirl, by Rainbow Rowell. Ruby Red, Sapphire Blue, and Emerald Green, all by Kerstin Gier. Infinity, by Sherrilyn Kenyon. Panic, by Lauren Oliver. Rebel Belle, by Rachel Hawkins. Love Letters to the Dead, by Ana Dellairia. Legend and Champion, by Marie Lu. Tease, by Amanda Maciel. AND, This Star Won't Go Out by Esther Earl.

This is my third shelf. From left to right:

The Penderwicks, by Jeanne Birdsall. The Giver, by Lois Lowry. Dragons in the Waters, by Madeleine L'Engle. The Moon by Night, by Madeleine L'Engle. Jacob Have I Loved, by Katherine Paterson. The Outsiders, by S.E. Hinton. My Fair Godmother, by Janette Rallison. My Double Life, by Janette Rallison. Valiant Bride, by Jane Peart. Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen. The Book Thief, by Marcus Zusak. The Selection, by Kiera Cass. City of Bones and City of Ashes, by Cassandra Clare. Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, by J.K Rowling. Enna Burning by Shannon Hale. Ella Enchanted, by Gail Carson Levine. Cinder and Scarlet, by Marissa Meyer. Maximum Ride, by James Patterson. The Red Pyramid, by Rick Riordan. Divergent, by Veronica Roth. Vampire Academy, Frostbite, Shadow Kiss, Blood Promise, Spirit Bound {currently being read}, AND The Last Sacrifice by Richelle Mead. 

Look at all 'dem words. The book that wasn't quite tucked in is A Ring Of Endless Light by Madeleine L'Engle because it's being read. Even though my name is spelt differently, I was named partially after her. So now you have to go read it. ;)

If anybody else wants to do this too please do! I'd love to see what you've got on your bookshelves. :)

Her Soul was Alight

This is my entry for the lovely Tane's writing contest in honor of her grand total of seventy followers. Go enter, you've only got until the thirtieth! :)

She had been beaten and abused, so many times.

Words, the same ones she loved so dearly, had been used to bring her down.

To make her feel small, insignificant. Like she didn't matter, like she was a blotch on the earth's surface. 

Ones she loved had died, leaving her alone in the world with nobody to lean on.
It had taken her time; her heart had had to mend in her arms.

Yet she was triumphant. Through all her pain and suffering she was still the image of grace and love. 

The world had her down but her soul was alight, soaring with the eagles in the sky.

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My story such a little nothing, but it's something. :p

two post scripts: If you would like to have your name in a story on my blog, click here! I would love to have more entries. :)

Also, I bought the first two books in the Shatter Me trilogy. Has anybody read them? I've heard a lot of good reviews and I'm excited.

A Stamp of Approval

*a little red warning sign: this may be a weird little post. These are my feelings, coming all jumbled out. You are in no obligation to read it. If you'd rather wait until I have a story post, please do so. :)*

Every since my blog was wee, there has been a person. A fellow blogger, who shall not be named, but whom I wanted to follow my blog from the moment I knew of theirs. I dreamed of having this person being a loyal commenter on mine, and I did everything I could to get that follow, those comments, my stamps of approval from this beautiful blogger. 

I would see this person comment on everybody else's post, link everybody else's blogs in their posts, but never mine. And it dragged me down.

I began to think my blog wasn't good enough. Like I had to change something about my blog, which is a piece of myself, to be better. I tried and tried and left all the links you could but the follow still didn't happen. 

That person still doesn't follow me. But I am beginning to realize that's okay. My blog is wonderful, and you guys are wonderful. I became so obsessed with this person's follow that I never stopped to think about the followers that I already have. I'm so sorry for that, for thinking that this blogger's follow meant more than you guys' did. Because it doesn't.

I want to know that I do this blog for myself. The blogger-who-shall-not-be-named ;) doesn't want to follow me, and that's okay. I want to have only followers who really wanted to follow me because of me.

I'm still slowly getting over not having a follow from this person, but I still get small prickles of envy when I see a comment from their's on somebody else's blog. I'm not perfect {obviously}, and I'm still working on it. But everyday it means a little less and less. 

*a small lovely little disclaimer: if you have guessed who this might be, please leave it to yourself. I left the person nameless because it doesn't matter who they are, it matters that I thought I needed approval from anybody. I don't want to make this person feel guilty or have any feelings that aren't GOOD. This person is so lovely, has a beautiful look on life and a positive attitude, and I still enjoy their blog posts OH SO MUCH. This blogger did nothing on purpose to make me feel this way about their follow, I did it honestly to myself . But I'm just slowly making myself not need their approval anymore. If I need the approval of any other blogger to make me feel better about my blog, I'm not going anywhere. *

I hate the idea that somebody, anybody would feel the angst that I did over getting this persons follow about me and mine. If I do not follow your blog and you would like me to, please leave a link in the comments and I would be more than happy to. :)

Stories of The People [#2]

Her facade dropped when she slammed her door shut. She was tired, oh so tired of being the girl with lipgloss always on her lips. With every hair in place. The one who never got mad, the one who was always prom queen, the one on every committee. 

Her breathes came out ragged, with little hiccups every now and then. Reaching for the water on the nightstand, she took a sip. It had been placed there two nights ago, but now it was stale. Rather like her.

She lied back down on the carpet, counting all the plastic stars her mother had put on the ceiling so many years ago. Those were the happiest days of her life, the ones filled with love and compassion and the childlike innocence. Now there was just a gaping hole of nothing, with everything nothing. 

Somebody was waiting for her. She took deep breathes and wiped the tears off her face. As she opened the door, she left the despair in her room. the tears. the foolish wishes; and put back on her facade and met the face waiting at the stairs with a  fake smile.

-+-=+=-+-

He opened a book and practically breathed in the words. So many books, so little time, so little money. He couldn't afford this one, he knew. He knew he didn't have room for any of the books in this shop, but it didn't stop him from breathing in their essence. He paged through one book, two books, until he had opened nearly every one in the store and the hours had passed. It was wishful thinking, but maybe, just maybe, there was a corner in which he could hide in until the owner had left and locked up.

He didn't want your love, he didn't want the next iPhone. All his greedy dreams consisted of libraries upon libraries of books. 

Oooh, and the scent. It was a shame the bookstore didn't have a coffee corner, to mingle with the smell of books.

The shop announced it's closing in ten minutes, and he put the book back on it's shelf. His heart was light with happiness as he left for the darkened street. He was ready to face the hurt.

July Fourth

I got to see fireworks from a boat on the water, which was so amazingly cool.  All the pictures below are low quality, but it was dark. :p

The next day I went blueberry picking with my family for the first time, and that was lots of fun. Blueberries warm from the sun is one of the very best things.

Two post scripts:

(a) If you haven't yet entered in my contest, please do! I just hit 100 followers and I want to thank y'all. :) See the post before this for ALL DAH DEETS. 

(b) Maybe I'll be the first to say it: all of my recent posts have been sucky-ish. I'm just trying to put up something, anything for y'all even when I have no inspiration. I promise better posts in the future, but please let me find that motivation first. :) I'm going to put up a poll on the side and if you could vote on it, that would be lovely.

100 Followers!

 

OH MY GOODNESS.

I. HAVE. 100. FOLLOWERS.

Guys, that's soooo crazy. It makes my heart burn with happiness. :)

When I first created my blog it was an American Girl Doll blog. I did that for a while before changing  to this.

This blog has seen so many name changes in it's life time {Katie's Doll World, Simply Inspired, Instantly British....} but I really like this one and I think I'm gonna keep it for a while.

When I created this blog, I never thought I'd keep up with it. But here I am now, and I'm so grateful.

Thank you to everybody who has followed me. I've been a bit soppy about it in recent posts, so I'm not going to go into detail. But thank you.

Now, to thank you guys:

If you'd like to have your name as a main character in a story on my blog, comment below on why you followed me! You must be a follower to enter. :) 

Alright, so it's not a lot, but I'm too lazy to have a full blown-out writing contest. It takes too long. :)

Once again, THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!