Well it’s been a hot minute hasn’t it? Not that I want to “vaguebook” or anything but to keep it short and sweet (and vague) some stuff happened and I was in a not so good place. I’m slowly but surely getting out of that and am trying to get back into this whole blogging …
Well, I may have complained about some of the other prompts but today’s is definitely the most difficult, at least from my perspective. Why? Well the whole point of Inktober is drawing, and since I’ve been doing a weird writing challenge instead, a Witchsona doesn’t really translate over well.
I don’t know a lot about comic books and superheroes. I enjoy the stories, I’ve seen almost every movie in the Marvel Cinematic Universe and can throw around the names of different superheroes from DC and Marvel to a handful of X-Men whose powers I learned about who I thought were pretty cool. But I’m …
October is almost done! Whoda thunk it? When I was very little, before I could swim, my dad used to play a game with us in the pools at the hotels we’d stay at for vacations. We would hang on tight to the walls of the pool and move ourselves along the perimeter in …
I wish I could say I was writing about something poetic. I really do. There were so many nice things I could write about for the theme of moonlight. I love how it streams into my bedroom when it’s full, how I can see everything in my room. I like how it can look …
Another tricky one, but we’re almost done these prompts and then it’s NaNoWriMo! … Hooray? Beatrice’s mother had taught her that when dealing with clients to always give direct eye contact. It was polite, she said, and under the right circumstance and with the right customer could show your control. She had watched her …
We are the Crystal Gems, except I’m not talking about Steven Universe today because I already talk about Steven Universe a lot. When I went to the ROM last year we found the crystal room. Well it wasn’t just crystals, but gemstones, gold, pretty stones some that were finely cut and others that still looked …
Talking boards are creepy, but what if they were also annoying? “Look, when I ordered a talking board this wasn’t what I meant.” “Well sweets, tough luck.” The ouija board said, though not using the planchette as Layla had hoped but through a gaping hole in it’s centre that vaguely looked like a mouth. …
Welp, this is a tricky prompt. Let’s see how it goes! The kitten was curled right on top of the broomstick, small orange body literally sleeping on the handle. It didn’t stir when Jessica stood over it, just slept peacefully, a soft hum escaping from it’s closed mouth as it somehow drifted deeper into …
These weird italic intros are getting old, aren’t they? I don’t even know what today’s is, just something to write before midnight! Words have power, spoken or written with a silver tongue or tip. They can harm, inspire, change, lie, die on the page, on your lips
