A Really Lame Excuse for the Lack of New Posts

So I haven't made a blog post in a while. I'd like to say that it's because I've been super-ultra busy or whatever, but it's only 'cause I like procrastinating way too much. I actually have four stories that I want/need to write, but I'm wasting my time by informing you, and you probably don't even care.

AHHHH NEW AVETT BROTHERS ALBUM COMES OUT SEPTEMBER 11 AND I CAN'T WAIT.

So I went to Lake Winnie, which is an amusement park close to where I live, and I rode my very first upside-down ride, the Fireball. It scared the crap out of me.

Which was probably why I kept riding it.

But oh well.

And then I had Adventure Camp, which is a sort-of VBS, but most things are original. As in decided by the church members, not by something from a Christian store or whatever. I don't know where people get VBS ideas.

Anyways, back to AC.

I had 9 seven/eight year old girls in my group, and there were three that were just freaking awesome. Their names have been changed, 'cause I didn't get their permission to share them on the internet, where some random stalker dude could find them. Jewel, one of my favorites (shhh), wrote a short story that she called a book, and she wants me to finish writing the second part for her. Lindsay, another favorite, told me that she enjoyed Adventure Camp because of me. Lauren, who is also a favorite, said she would invite me to her sleepover birthday party because I gave her candy.

And her party will probably be made up of a bunch of 8-year old girls.

Oh well.

At the end of Adventure Camp, I went with one of my friends to Six Flags. It was my first time going, so I didn't really know what to expect. But it was fun regardless. Out of all the coasters I rode that trip, the Ninja was the only one that I wouldn't ride again. And the Superman was by far my favorite.

Also, most Wednesday nights, I'll be helping with the summer musical at my church. It's a lot of fun, even though I have to work with kids closer to my age instead of the kids I'm comfortable working with. I'm not sure why. It just is.

Oh, and on June 12th, 2012, I had my very first bowl of gumbo.

Yeah, it was made outside in an unsanitary-looking tent, and it probably wasn't as good as it might be if I had gotten it from the actual Meo Mio's restaurant or Blue Orleans, but it was still freaking amazing.

I want more.

This is kind of a long post. And now to make it longer!

Okay, scratch that. I can't think of anything else to write.

Other than that the backstory of one of my characters reminds me a lot of the 100 Cupboards series.

And this post has officially ended.

Fare thee well!

End The Typos Movement

ATTENTION: TYPOS ARE DANGEROUS!
Unbeknownst to the human population, typos are plotting our doom! And not only the doom of the Earth, the doom of the entire universe, too!
So take great care to avoid them and, if possible, catch them in the most humane way possible and come to our circus showing the typos! Our laughter shall destroy them!

DUDE WHOA WAIT WHAT

Since when have we had 361 views?!


That's also my bus number...strange...


Oh well. 


Thank all the viewers and followers and stalkers and whoever you are! :D


So, I made up this thing called B.A.C.O.N. The rules are as follows.


-You must write one (1) story each day, including weekends.
-The story must not be less than half a page, or more than one (1) page. That means one (1) piece of paper is filled, front and back.
-You may not write one really really long story in one (1) day and split it up into 4 or 5 small stories. 


You can plan your story topics ahead of time, or just make spur of the moment decisions. You may or may not post your stories here. It's your choice. 




Today, by the way, is Day-


Um,


Eleven?


I think so, anyways.


I've noticed that I like to skip lines.


DFTBAaG!

Oooops. Sorry

Hey! Its Ash...im sorry i havent been able to post for...well..a long time...ive moved and everything. But i havent forgotten yall!! Ill try to post more often even tho my posts r super boring. But for now....ttfn!! (ta ta for now)



-Ash

D:

Okay, so ever since Ash moved, we haven't really been talking and/or staying in touch. Which sucks.

ASH COME BACK.

Or at least post.

Or something.

Please?

Aim's Amazing 14th Birthday Adventure!

So, this weekend, I went to Atlanta with a few friends for a birthday party. (Merry birthday, Aim!)

On the way there, we wrote four collaborative stories, none of which were finished. I took some pictures on the way to Atlanta.

When we finally got to Embassy Suites, a Cambodian man helped us unload, and then he drove the car away. Valet parking is so freaking awesome.

The hotel had eight floors, and we were in the far corner of the eighth floor. Very appropriate for four teenage girls at, I say.  We then took off again, to Dialog in the Dark and The Bodies Exhibit.

Dialog in the Dark is a special place where you can go ‘blind’ for an hour, and you feel around four different rooms. Basically, you feel for an hour what a blind person feels for a lifetime.

Your tour guide is either blind or visually impaired. Ours was named Willard, and he referred to himself in third person. “Come to Willard,” he’d say. “Follow Willard’s voice.” Willard is awesome; we love him.

Unfortunately, Dialog in the Dark is closing next month. All the blind tour guides, including Willard, will lose their jobs. Where else could they find that kind of job? It’s perfect for them. I think that we should put up posters or such, advertising Dialog in the Dark, so that more people would go, thus extending the time that the exhibit is there. At the very least, it would supply the guides with a bit of extra money.

In addition to having fun being blind, you also learn how much you depend on your sight. At first, it was hard to adjust, because I depended so much on being able to see and not run into things, but then I got comfortable and began to tell people apart just by touching their clothes. Dialog in the Dark was unforgettable and I am sad to see it go.

After that, we went to The Bodies Exhibit, which contained real bodies. I will say this and nothing more: the majority of people were male, therefore I have unwanted memories.

To be continued later.

I wrote two stories!

The first one is entitled 'Breakthrough.'

It was a dark and stormy night, much like you'd expect on Friday the 13^th. It was late at night, but Matthew was still in the lab.

"Breakthrough," he muttered, tired eyes peering through the microscope. Matthew ran one hand through his hair, making it stand on end.

"This…this is unbelievable." Without looking away, he switched on the video recorder and went to grab the smallest scalpel he could find, which happened to be a butter knife.

He grabbed a sharpener and began running the blade through it. Small metal shavings flew everywhere as his rush to finish increased. Finally, he deemed the knife sharp enough.

To Matthew, the trip back to the microscope took an eternity. Nothing he could ever do, ever, would prepare him for this moment, he though. Ever. He lifted the lens to place it in the eyepiece he was wearing and ever-so-slowly positioned the butter knife's blade.

Slamming the sharpened blade against the lab table with all his available force, he shut his eyes and hoped for the best.

Nothing happened.

Matthew opened one eye; all was silent. Success!

Then the world exploded, sending huge chunks of the earth's core into space.

And that, my dear friends, is why you do not use a butter knife to split atoms.


FIN.


This one is called 'How School Came Into Existence.'



Once upon a time, not-so-far-away and not-too-long-ago, a tribe of unicorns lived happily in the land of Fallie*. The unicorns lived at peace with the humans, dogs, and cats, and vice versa. Until Nathan the Evil Kitty of Evil Adorableness came along, that is.


Nathan the Evil Kitty of Evil Adorableness loved to torture children from the ages 6-18, but nothing he had tried thus far had worked well enough. Then Nathan the Evil Kitty of Evil Adorableness thought of something, the worst thing in the world. He would force poor, defenseless children to stay in a building designed after a prison for seven straight hours every day but Saturday and Sunday. Those days were for extra work on what they learned in the building. He called this concept School.


School would force these children to learn many pointless things and take many pointless tests on the pointless things. These tests would be called TCAP** and it would waste millions of paper a week.


Unfortunately for Nathan the Evil Kitty of Evil Adorableness, there wasn't any open land for him to build the School. Finally, he found a big enough tract of land, but there was still a problem: the unicorns lived there.


Nathan the Evil Kitty of Evil Adorableness decided to commit genocide and tear down the forest just to torture the kids. 


So he did and the unicorns were wiped out.


And the world was forever changed because of the greed of Nathan the Evil Kitty of Evil Adorableness.


*Fallie is present-day Nashville.
**TCAP doesn't really stand for anything, Nathan the Evil Kitty of Evil Adorableness just wanted to sound pretentious.