I love poetry
Did you hear that Shakespeare died? (cue dumb laughing)
Apparently he died on his birthday
Come on, everyone knows that.
Romeo and Juliet get me on some of that action lol
Can you keep your hormones to yourself? They're getting in my way of actually learning.
Juliet must have been peng
She's a fictional character.
Romeo was like a 40 year old dating like a 14 year old
That's so weird
Shakespeare was a p***
Miss I think Shakespeare wrote some inappropriate stuff we can't learn
Nice one, now even the teacher thinks you're funny.
Do you want to be the Romeo to my Juliet (cue dumb laughing)
No. Not really. I'd rather marry Shakespeare than you.
Why are you so quiet like you never answer anyones questions
I know right
It's kind of rude (cue dumb laughing)
I'm not quiet I just don't like talking to you
Wait did I say that out loud. Help.
Fried mate (cue dumb laughing)
Like your head.
I think you look really beautiful today (cue dumb laughing)
I think you look really ugly today.
Here we go again.
A while back I wrote a short story labelled College Crisis and said I would do some other stories connected to it. I never really got round to doing it so here's one for you now! I would suggest you read College Crisis before reading this to get the whole gist of the story idea.
Hi, I'm Jemma and I'm your average NYU (New York University) girl. I go to class in the day and go partying at night- blah, blah, blah. There's more to me than meets the eye though, more than other people will ever know I guess. I think it all started when I was a kid and my parents split up...which isn't common it's the 21st century... a lot of people play the field. That's what my mother did at least that's what my dad always says to me. She "played the field" but I haven't seen my mother since she and my dad divorced 15 years ago. I've always found that strange. I mean you can play the field and still visit your daughter right? It gets even stranger though, nobody's heard from her in 15 years- none of her friends or family(I know) yet she's still legally alive. The police say she might be hiding or have taken a new idenity, they said some people just decide they don't want to be a person anymore and go off the grid. I find that hard to believe seeing my Mum was "apparently" a social butterfly and "the life of the party". At least that's what everyone says.
So yeah I have family issues, that's why the neighbours shake their heads at me when I walk by. Probably because my skirts too short. But it's different now I'm at university there's no one judging what I wear or act like, they think it's cool. Especially now I'm dating Daniel, if you've got a boyfriend you get extra respect- anywhere. Don't mean to show off but I'm actually quite popular, Daniel is too. Me and him went shopping recently at the mall and it's weird because I just couldn't stop thinking about how so much has changed since high school.
HIgh school was tricky for me. It's so hard when you've got all these girls surrounding you constantly talking about the stupidest things. I never really understood that being raised by my Dad. Everything was in black or white, there was either one way or another. There was no exaggeration or dramatics. Only by the end of High School did I start to fit in and that's when the letters started coming. They were a lifesaver for me, it was like having my own angel looking after me. At the end of every week in my locker I would recieve a letter in regal, cursive handwriting telling me how to deal with the tribulations of the week. I was told what to wear on certain occasions and how to act around people I wanted to impress. I know it sounds creepy but it helped me it really did.
Always there for me.
At the end of the week.
In my locker.
The last letter I recieved was on the last day of High School. I think it's the last one I'll ever get.
HIgh school is nearly over, and you're standing here. Standing at the top of the social ladder. To stay on this ladder find yourself a likely man to cherish. You'll do well my darling!
To be continued....
This is a short monolouge I think everyone will relate too, about love with a running theme along it. As Valentine's is coming up I thought it would be cool to do a story on the theme of it all. Let me know what you think below.
Apparently he likes me. And my friend. Likes him. Sometimes I wish Cupid's arrow wouldn't hit people's hearts to love someone that does not love them back. It's not love if that happens, simply desire. Do I desire someone? Does he desire she or she desire he. It's like an endless circle of heartbreak and hope. Love is cruel to the contender, especially if the contender is close to you. Two contenders going for the same ideal- is that love or just competition? Every day I hear words uttered about him and how his eyes are so brown and is personaility so pure. Everyday those words are uttered he grows closer to me. Sometimes in touch, sometimes in sight as the jealous sight of my friend looks upon our small conversations. Which mean nothing to me. But everything to him. Is he blind to the obvious rapture that she bestows upon him, the lovesick feeling thrust forward in her speech. Maybe he is blind like so many others. Blind in their self esteem and self love, they say to themselves "how could anyone love me?" when hearts are so obsessed with them. These hearts coming in the form of friends, family, admirers, pets, teachers, strangers they've just met. Hearts who have loved them since the beginining of time and hearts who've only just started to bud torwards loving them.
So many hearts, yet they are blind.
So much feeling, yet they are senseless.
My friend's heart being young and innocent is full of joyous hope thrown at him so recently I think he's been realising that. Pretending that it's nothing more than friendship will lead my friend on, on a ragged lead called hope. Denying her love will crush her heart into two as easily as glass on a stone floor. Then I will be expected to pick up the pieces. What if I don't want to? What do I do then? Say to my admirer and her lover that our friendship is nothing, nothing because you broke her heart? Does that make me non-loving or heartless? No. It makes me balanced and yet people will say things as they usaully do. About her heartless friend going round with the boy she loved and the boy she crushed on and the boy who told her she was ugly and on and on and on....
Then I will be brave in the face of this story they call love and I call tragedy, brave in the face of adversity knowing I can move on. As swiftly and as boldly as a eagle flying away from it's prey.
Below is some of my amateur attemps at photography, all photos are mine and no I did not copy them of the internet. I know this is nothing to do with books or stories whatsoever but I want to mix my posts up the tiniest bit so I don't get bored of this blog. Hope you enjoy the beauty of these pictures.
"People keep on talking because they don't know what to say, running from the truth because the truth too much to take"-Ellie Goulding
Below is a series of sentences that sum up my upcoming thoughts about Christmas. Some good ones, some thoughtful because that's the kind of artsy fartsy person I am.
-"What if they don't want to give me presents like I don't want to give presents to them?"
-"I'm so excited, and I just can't hide it!"
-"Maybe all of this will change, give me one year and I think I will have changed most of my perspective on life"
-"Dreaming of a white Christmas"
-"Don't be jelous, don't be influenced by them"
-"I have a ten page list of everything want, have and need for Crimbo"
-"Bet they don't have any money, I feel bad- why am I laying it on so thick?"
-"I love that person, but then sometimes I hate that person..."
-"Sometimes I feel ungrateful, there's homeless people on the streets and yet I'm upset because someone looked at me funny"
-"OH my gosh it's so pretty and beautiful and gorgeous and amazing and christmassy"
-"Maybe I should arrange to meet up with people? Nope, continue eating that nutella sandwich with honey on the top whilst you still can!"
-"NO do not feel bad about not arranging to meet up with people"
-"I feel pushy about gift giving"
Seeing as it is the month of December, the month of all things christmassy, I thought it was only appropriate to give a.... nope no Christmas Story here! I've found out I'm actually extremley bad at themed stories, so here's a simple short one for you. This will be part of a series and there will be other additional stories following on to it.
Let me know what you think in the comments below! :)
"Jemma was walking down the cobbles of NYU texting her boyfriend- Daniel- when the car hit her. The driver was a young college student who was drinking whilst driving. Witnesses were two of Jemma's friends who were waiting for her at the end of the pavement and a homeless woman. Jemma and David were romantically connected, doesn't seem like he knew Jemma was dating another person, yet coincedentally whilst drunk he smashed a car killing both of them. I want forensics on the car, a patrol team sent to Jemma's & David's respective houses to interview the families. I want...." PC Maggie was interrupted by her son barging into the door...of her workplace?
"Mum, what the hell do you think you're doing!" her son shouted at her- the murmmed chatter in the office fell to a toxic silence.
"What do you think I'm doing Daniel! My job! What do you think you're doing here? You should be at College."
"Yeah, whatever sure, I just came to check something. When I told you to your face this morning the news about my dead girlfriend you already knew didn't you!"
"I may have known...something, but Daniel you shouldn't be here!"
"And you also seem to know she was cheating on me with the frickin captain of the NYU Football team! Yet didn't feel the need to tell me? What were you thinking!" Daniel paused to catch his breath, whilst Maggie's cheeks turned a dark shade of tomato red.
"Daniel, this is not an inappropriate conversation to having, we'll deal with this later."
"NO, I think this is the perfect time in front of all your collegues so they can hear the truth about you and Dad and how you lie to your son about his dead girlfriend!"
"Daniel, she's dead there's not anything I can do to bring her back, I kept the details from you because of confidentiality! Her family don't want all of campus to know she or her lover are dead."
"Mum, you're so insentive sometimes! This is death you're talkiing about not something that can just be covered up!"
"You think I of all people don't know that! Daniel after your Father died- and I had to bring up a son... who turned out to be an ungrateful brat of a child!" Maggie's hands flew to her mouth and she shook her head in disbelief at what she had just said. "Daniel...you know I didn't mean that..but.."
"But what! Have something else to say about the Father you've never talked about to me for 10 f****** years?" Daniel stormed out slamming the door behind him. The full blow of what Maggie had just done hit her hard and she collapsed onto the floor in front of her colleagues. An ambulance was called and Maggie stayed in the hospital for one night with a concussion. When that night had gone by, Daniel was missing.
He wanted to know the truth.
This is a poem about life and love. I really wanted to do a poem on this blog because I love them in general- they're like songs without music. So below is a little ditty I just wrote!
When the rain is blowing in your face,
And thunder is crashing on your soul,
Lightning has destroyed the road before you,
There's nowhere left to go.
Turn northwards towards the mountains,
Climb the sheer cliffs of Dover,
With childish hope in your heart- the summit is reached;
There's no more cliff to climb.
Fly upwards and onward,
The seagulls wave hello,
Like Icarus, my wings start to melt,
There's no more clouds to race.
Walls are built before me,
Goals that cannot be scored,
People keep on talking,
But they don't know what to say.
The light goes green on answers,
That I don't know how to ask,
Questions which run round in my mind,
So many still to go,
I head off to a place,
I'm not sure I should be,
Words stumble in my mouth,
Creating tense situations,
Is it OK to flash my colours,
Or keep them under wraps?
Talk the talk- and walk the walk,
Or quiet the quiet- and shuffle the shuffle.
Is it OK to think of this,
Or keep it in a treasure chest,
No one will ever find.
Hard to make decisions,
It's hard to choose a path,
Put yourself out there,
Or be locked in a handmade cage,
Put yourself out there or....
A girl was in a dark room.
At least she thought she was, she wasn't sure anymore- not sure of anything any more. Was the room light or dark, dark or light, bright or black...her mind was running circles. The girl took a deep rattling breath trying to get her mind together. She needed something, anything remotely familiar to think of. She had no idea what familiar was anymore. A gasp of wind came from a draft somewhere, when suddenly a word popped into her mind.
Where did that come from? What was Earth? What did it do? The girl tried to think to grasp onto the memory hidden deep within her mind- then everything she remembered was unlocked. To her it was like a bullet in the chest.
Her name was Kate and she had come from Earth.
As Kate's heart pounded a dark figure appeared out of the confusing shadows of light and dark. It beckoned to her with one dark finger. She let out a horrible- piercing shriek of fear as her surroundings turned pitch black. She started to run, run, run like she never had before ;stumbling through the dark. The figure was a menacing shade of white now, contrasting against the dramatic stage of black. Then it was chasing her screaming it's chilling sorrows echoing from everywhere- yet nowhere. Long pale fingers scratched at her arms and legs tugging at her short, brown hair. White lashes darted at her face and eyes leaving red lines across her face. She let out another throaty scream, screaming for anyone to help. More hallowing screams came from a dark place inside of her. The adrenaline was pumping through her veins as sweat dripped down the back of her bare neck. Kate was sprinting like she'd never done before in her life. She was the prey escaping the predator.
It was not enough... soon the figure had caught up....covered Kate's mouth with a single shadowy hand.....smothered her body...
Kate sat up in bed, tears streaming down her cheeks. She looked at the clock beside her bed. 11:11
Every night alone.
I have 50 books I would like to share with you today -consisting of a variation in genre. Feel free to take some of these recommendations and read to your heart's (or imagination's) content.
8.Three Dark Crowns
9.The 5th Wave
10.The Longest Whale Song
13.Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
14.Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children
15.A Street Cat Named Bob
19.The Summer I Turned Beautiful
20.Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief
21. The Lion, Witch and the Wardrobe
22.Anne of Green Gables
23.The Swiss Robinson Family
24.Pride and Prejudice
32.The Jungle Book
33.Anne of the Island
35.The Family From One End Street
40.The Phoenix Egg
NON FICTION BOOKS
41.Elephant's on Acid
45.The Story of Britain (amazing book)
46.Prisoner's Of Geography
48.The Pointless Book
49.Why is Snot Green
50.The Teen Vogue Guide
Let me know if you've read any or have any suggestions for me in the comments below!
I love books in all different shapes and sizes. I have a reasonable sized collection of about 93 books and counting so I would like to share with you my favourite's. I am a self professed Bibliophile so I do have some experience on what you should or should not read. With Christmas coming up as well I hope I can give you some inspiration.
1) Quiet Power
This books target market is introverts and how growing up as one isn't a bad thing. It shows introverts and extroverts alike that it's OK to be who you are, regardless of how quiet you may be. Cleverly written with beautiful drawings and sketches it helped me on a personal level. Recommend to anyone.
2) Hitch Hikers Guide to the Galaxy
Funny, clever and slightly rude in some respects seeing it was written in the 80's. However this does not stop it from being one of the best books I've ever read. Even though I was at an inappropriate age to read it! It's all about travelling the galaxies and the one question everyone seeks...What is the meaning of life?......42
3)Stig of the Dump
This book takes some time to get into but when you do it's a great read. Slightly old-fashioned plot line with a "good example" of a British boy who's bored one day. What could he possibly do to amuse himself? Find a billion year old caveman and go on an adventurewhichincludesatwistendingnospoilers.
4)Girl Online 2
No words need to explain this book.
5)The Maze Runner
A great series to read packed full of action right from the start. This book is about a teenage boy who wakes up one day in a forest with no memory of where he came from or who he was. His only memory is his name. Thomas. He is trapped in a maze with a bunch of strangers who all remember nothing about where they cam from. But something is different with Thomas, he was left with the first message the Gladers (the people living in the Maze) have received.
Again no spoilers but it is a tremendous book and series.
6) Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
The movie of the book has recently come out and is extremely different from the book. In the book it is written as a guide to Wizards and Witches alike on the unusual magical creatures that live in the wizarding world. Written in alphabetical order it is a sweet way of putting the many animals mentioned in JK. Rowling's books into a handy guide for Harry Potter Fans out there (i.e. Me).
A sci-fi that is one of my personal favourite books. It's set in the near future where technology is more advanced and a big part of people's lives. A website named NERVE an online dare challenging game where anyone can take part. Players play the dare's and Watchers film them and upload it to NERVE sort of like the modern age paparazzi. Little do the Player's know the truth about the NERVE and what really goes on online.
So that's my top 7 books recommended to you, let me know if you do decide to read any of them in the comments below!