Really, if all of you could re-blog it would mean a lot.

writingsinthestars:

Please pray for ally-kitty

She posted a suicide note not too long ago. We love her & need her to stay with us. Please, please help. Send your prayers, thoughts, and messages. Anything. Please. <3

Cate & Marjorie - my-ditsy-little-world

“Cate has a fear of wardrobes. She’s always incredibly paranoid that a grungy old man will jump in an open wardrobe and hide, and when somebody comes into the room they would stay hidden, until their victim’s back was to the cupboard, and then he would attack, dragging her into the cupboard with him.  

“The grungy man, who would take off his mask, and reveal himself as a zombie with rotting,  putrid, green skin to a scream of fear. He would then bite her on the neck, and turn her into a zombie, forcing Cate to be his zombie slave with him. She always had this strange feeling come over her every time she walked past an open closet, so she would often slam the door, and run out of the room.”

“Shut it, Marjorie.” Cate advised.

Marjorie continued smoothly, muttering to herself,

“Now she’s being hypocritical, oh yes, the girl who’s afraid of wardrobes is taunting me. I’m older than her, so why is she taunting me? Oh yes, perhaps it’s because she can’t face the fact. Maybe it’s because she wants to stand up and fight her fear. But then she’d be brave, and no, no, poor little Cate couldn’t be brave, no matter if I asked her to jump off the top of the fireman’s pole,  or visit the dentist to get a tooth removed. They’d have to give her the gas before she even got in the chair, do you remember that Cate? How old were we? Nine? Ten? Something like that.”

“Marjorie. You do not run a chat show. You are not Oprah Winfrey, or Dr Phil.  You do not need to commentate on my life.”

Marjorie stalked away, murmuring darkly.

The two twins could not be more different.  Cate had a blonde bob-cut. She was tall, thin and often rather bubbly, while Marjorie had dark, long hair, was of an average height, and rather round. Cate had teleportation powers. Marjorie considered herself unlucky to have the boring power of complete manipulation of the elements. They called people such as her Manipulators. They called people such as Cate, very wisely, Teleporters.

Marjorie often liked to tease Cate about her various phobias, and their mother tried hard to stop the bickering. It often didn’t work, and Marjorie would be put in a room for hours at a time, alone and Marjorie would talk her heart away in the corner of the room, murmuring until her parents let her out. Then she would remain quiet for a week or so, and then resume her general bitter moody self.

Random short story I found in my folder- what do you think? I’ve sorta planned it out a bit, but do you think it’s worth continuing? I just really want to write a story involving magic :)

Dancing - my-ditsy-little-world

The energy pounds through their veins

And the infectious feeling is heavy in the air,

Like a summer day’s humidity.

Thick enough to touch.

The music pumps through their ears.

It triggers a simple desire.

To unleash those dancing vibes,

In movement.

Lights bedazzle their eyes.

Harsher, more incessant than fireworks.

Intrusive, almost.

The strobe light flashes wildly,

Leaving revellers in its wake,

Feeling like they just watched each other

In slow motion.

And the carefree feeling takes over.

Forget about everything,

If it is only just for one night of darkness,

Pierced by bright lights,

Loud music,

And the crowd, dancing, as if controlled

By some incredible force.

Summer - my-ditsy-little-world

The smell of sunscreen and

Frangipanis;

So distinctive,

Indicative of only one thing:

Summer.

Baby blue skies,

Beach umbrellas,

Fine, white sand,

Marked with

Tire tracks

And footprints.

Each, trademarked with

Summer.

Water,

So crystal clear.

Colourful yachts,

Dotting the bright horizon.

Sitting in your swimsuits,

With your friends,

Eating fish and chips

On the beach.

Truly enjoyable,

In the season

Of sweltering heat;

Summer.

The days:

Long, lazy, warm.

Savour it,

For one must, with

The Summer.

And when the sun goes down,

Bathing everything

In its golden glow,

Leaving silhouettes

Long, thin,

And intertwining.

Implying, one of many things;

Summer.

To the Write, Live, Love, Write followers!

Wow, hi, guys! It’s been a while since I posted here and I’m sincerely sorry about that.

I was actually overwhelmed when I saw how many people were still following. So, to all of you, thank you, truly.

Now, I hope that all of you who sent submissions weren’t relying too much on my feedback, and on that note, I’ve decided to stop accepting submissions. I hope you’ll all forgive me, however, this blog will still be accepting writing-related questions, so send them in!

Again, I’m truly sorry that I haven’t been on here in so long and that I’ve neglected all of your submissions. I really would love to read them all, but I honestly just don’t have the time.

Thank you, all!