10/28/14 Story

The yankee candle store is known for some of the most expensive and smelly scented candles in all of America. It's popularity boosted when the famous Ritchie Valens was reported to be seen there.

*present day*

"Darn it Barbara!" a voice echoes from the front room of the store. "I lost my dang keys again, I don't even want to be in this store!!! It was the only store for miles in this abandoned town I'm surprised anybody lives here". The store owner's head falls in shame. Ritchie Valens did not like his candles.

"However! These candles do smell amazing. Where is the owner of this store I would like to speak with him." The owner of the store rushes outside. "Here sir".

"These candles do smell quite delicious; I would like to buy a few." He reaches into his pocket and out falls his keys. He picks them up and places his candles onto the counter. "Have a good day" the owner calls when he finishes paying for them.

10/21/14 Deja Vu

*perquisite*

Caroline was awoken to the sounds of her dogs barking. A peculiar man in a white mask was peering through her bay window. A thought came into her head. She knows her crazy ex boyfriend, Tyler, still stalks her. He was abusive . Terrified for her safety; she ran upstairs to call the police, but to no avail. She tripped and fell knocking herself unconscious(like in every horror movie rite).

 

*present day*

Caroline found herself lying in a hospital bed. She had no recall of how she appeared in the hospital bed. The door handle unlatched and a man in a white lab coat walked in. He was followed by a muscular man; wearing a tank top with his tattoos showing. He did look very attractive she thought to herself but he also gave off a dark vibe. "Who is this, doctor?" she asked. "Oh this man's name is Harry". She looked over to him but he didn't pay much attention to her. She studied him as he twisted his curly hair. "What" he said. His voice was deep and raspy. Shaking her head she asked "Doctor how much longer until I can go home?"

"Well you hit your head very hard and you have some Amnesia. Maybe a mild concussion."

She sighed. "However, Harry is going to be your caretaker for the next week" he assured her.

*Later that day....*

"Harry I know how to take a pill; you don't have to help me". He simply glared at her. She grabbed the glass and drank her pain reliever. She walked over to the couch in her living room. The presence just did not feel right. "Harry" she called over worriedly. He didn't respond. She turned around and saw him rummaging through the fridge. Relieved she turned back around towards the window. A flash of an unidentifiable face crossed through her vision. She brushed it away though, probably just a side effect of the pain reliever. Curiosity got the best of her and she carefully approached the bay window. "Caroline I made dinner" she heard Harry's voice call to her. She turned to acknowledge him. Harry walked into the living room holding two bowls of mac and cheese, but he froze. "Caroline don't turn around." Harry pulls out his phone and dials some numbers that she could not make out. "Just come towards me quickly". She agreed fearfully. The window started to creak and she began to turn around. "Caroline don't" he sounded.. afraid? Ignoring his words she turned around and saw a large man wearing a white mask she had thought she'd seen before. She panicked and ran as quickly away as she could. The man broke through the window lunging for her. She screamed. She heard a crash but didn't feel anything. She looked over and saw the man on top of Harry. The door burst open her neighbors rushed inside "Hey we heard screaming..." The man in the mask got off of Harry; realizing the situation he rushed for the door. Two cop cars pulled up. "Thank god" caroline sighed.

Her neighbors stood there in shock for a second before recollecting themselves. "Hurry we need to get him to the hospital" the older man said pointing to Harry's bloody body. "He isn't breathing".

 

 

*The week after*

"Caroline thank you for taking me to dinner" Harry said calmly. She looked at him studying his face. His stitches looked out of place on his jaw but he was the most attractive man she had ever seen.

 "It was my way of making it up to you" she said nervously. He just stared at her, his expression blank. After a few moments his raspy voice spoke. "Don't think of it that way, I would want to spend time with you regardless" he sounded nervous.

"Lets do this again sometime."

 

 

two fanfics in one story.....





10/16/14

Rain

*ahem*

pitter patter pitter patter

that's the sound rain makes

pitter patter

the sound when you're warming up to a blanket

pitter patter

the sound when you're trying to sleep

BOOM

oh dang man you better get out of bed that lightning just struck the tree in your frontyard

pitter patter

the sound rain makes when you're rushing down the stairs

pitter patter

the sound rain makes when you're looking for water

"you're rain why wont you put out the fire"

pitter patter

*ahem*

Rain

10/10/14- Pet peeve

One of my biggest pet peeves is when its some white girls birthday. Basic white girl uggs, starbucks, leggings. When they come to school with huge balloons that get in your face where you can't see where you're going walking down the hallway; while they're sipping on their starbucks their dad bought while he was driving her to school. So you try to get some distance and the people behind you push you ahead. So what do you do; oh you try to go around. But suddenly a basic white girl appears and they both scream and the girl with the balloons flings around and knock you in the face causing you to be out of place in the hallway in the direction you're supposed to be going. Then they give you "the look" like it was your fault for her huge "sweet 16" knocked you in the face. I see this a lot. The basic white girl then keeps her head up higher than normal and is always facing straight; no matter what happens, thinking she's the most cute and important thing in the world when really she is just being obnoxious. IF this is you, no harm done, if you're just happy its your birthday. But when you do what I described intentionally or not its obnoxious so stop.

October 6, - Persona Poem

Johnny Depp

 

 

"Johnny wake up we have a movie to shoot"

Ah of course

"I would prefer you call me Jack."

"Why is that"

"Well if I'm going to receive my award for playing as Jack
then I expect to be treated as him for the day"

"Oh and bring me my Jar of dirt"

I slide down the stairs and land with striking pose at the bottom.

I've always been a bit childish.

"Sir you are not scheduled to receive an Oscar"

"what."

"They're mailing it to us Jack relax."

"My name is Johnny."

"But you said..."

"Quiet squire i'm going to make us breakfast"

I stumble into the kitchen and grab a pan and pancake mix.

"Johnny you are supposed to mix it in a bowl first"

"Squire I know how to cook"

I mix the ingredients and decide to take a nap

squire should watch the stove for me.

I slept through the day

when I wake my precious jar of dirt is on my nightstand.

I gaze into it.

This jar of dirt won me an Oscar??

 

 

 

*teehee*