The begining Pt.2

as you guys may of guessed i cant seem to get to sleep tonight so ive been thinking about the second section of my story. ive had an idea and i really like it. tell me what you think

‘Its’ face, ‘its’ smile. It was both horrifying and brilliant. I thought i might of had enough will power to resist going over to her – like i have been for the past five years – but not today, there was just something i had to know, what was so different about today? I walked up to the park bench where ‘it’…she sat, she was still smiling at me. “Who are you?” she said “What are you doing?”she spoke in a strange monotone, sorta like a female version of mircosoft sam…just a bit less…computery.

“I’m Camron,  what’s you’re name?” I couldnt even stop the words before they left my mouth, i had almost efectivly lost all of my self control.

“Why are you talking to me?”  what a rude little…girl(?) i thought

“Am i not allowed to talk to you?” i enquiered

“Yes…and no. People don’t talk to me.”

“Why?” There was no stopping me now, as i continued to talk to the girl i could feel this strange…essence twirling around me.

“I’m hungry…”

“Excuse me?” she repeated the sentance “If your so hungry why dont you go get somthing to eat?”

“I can’t move. Not allowed to move. I mus stay here-” As she spoke those words her face glazed over as almost if she was in a kind of trance. That alone told me i should be running right about now, but i couldn’t. For some reason i just couldnt leave this little girl alone.

“You stay there then, i’ll get you somthing to eat.” I ran across the park over to the vending machine all kids like chocolate right? i hastily though as i hurried back to the girl. She saw me coming back and a look of relief flowed across her face. almost as if she didnt expect me to come back. I felt my face flush. why the hell am i blushing?! i though angrily too myself.I handed her the chocolate and she smiled. The same one as before, it sent shivers down my spine.

“mmm…thank you.” She said. its was strange. she still used that weird monotone. her voice never changed. i wonder why…

“Why are you here…I mean, why do you sit here?” I couldnt help myself, i kind of just blurted it out.

“I’m waiting for someone.”

“waiting for someone?”

“Yes. He promised me. He said he had to go away, and that one day he would come back. He said to wait for me here. I wait everyday. Because he will come back.”

I suddenly felt a pang for this little girl. Yes, there was deffinatly somthing weird – to say the least – about her, but I couldnt help but feel sorry for her.

“When was the last time you saw him?”

“8 years ago, he said he had to leave and that he would always come back. It’s been so long…i can’t even remember his name.” she lloked solemly up to the sky “But i know he will come back, he promised”

“Well how about this? You tell me what he looks like and ill keep an eye out for him. I grew up here and i got back from traveling overseas 5 years ago, so i know my way around. So what did he look like?”

The girl reached inside of her breast pocket on her dress and pulled out a photo of a boy and girl.

I felt the colour drain from my face.

“Where did you get this?” I couldnt stop my voice from shaking, let alone my hands.

She pointed to the boy in the photograph “He gave it to me, so i would always remember.”

That was it, the last of my will power and self control had just flown out the now transparent window.

“A…are…are you…by any chance…could you possibly…are you…Vinnie?”

“Yes. my name is Vinnie. How did you know?” I wrapped myself as tightly around Vinnie as i possibly could. I breathed her very essence in. her very being. “What are you doing?”

“Vinnie! It’s me! Camron! Cam…you remember, its me Vinnie. Its Cam.”

The memories can flooding back to me, I was 11 and she was 10. My parents had just hooked a job doing telvision around the world – sorta like getaway – Vinnie was my one and only friend. I had always promised to come back to her. I had given her that picture of me, so she wouldnt never forget. I came back five years later, for school. i had totally forgotten about her. But she had never forgotten about me.

“Cam? Is it you?” Her small pale hand reached up to my square jaw; i was still hugging her “Your all big.”

I couldnt help but laugh. “It took me a while, but i kept my promise Vinnie. I came back. Now you. What happened to you? Why do you still look like this?” I lifted my head up so i could look at her face. I almost gasped at what i saw. She was fading, litterally. I could see through her. like she was a ghost. It was mortifying.


“Thank you Cam. You came Back.” She smiled at me. and her voice. oh it was beautiful. not like in that montone she had been speaking in this whole time, but her old voice. It sounded like angels singing. It made those memories that much more painful. The flood gates opened and i started to cry, the tears burned my cheeks. she waited all this time for me i thought. I look up to tell her how much i missed her, but she was already gone. faded away into nothingness.

It was only later on I found out that about 3 months after i had left; one day from coming home from the park bench, Vinnie was hit by a car. She was killed instantly.


The begining Pt.1

ive decided o enter this writng competition and i have this really bad writers bloack and this was all i could come up with. So can you guys please tell me what you think?

It’s still there. I say ‘it’ because im not even sure if ‘it’ is human, a girl to be precise. she sits there everyday. not moving, not speaking, her clothes dont even change and shes always there, she’s been there for five years. She always sits there, her blonde hair tied up neatly on either side of her head on two plait’s, she wore a red and white checkered dress that stopped about three-quaters of the way down her leg. She had strange white, frilly cuffs on her wrists and the socks she wore under her black shoes were simmilar. but it was always her eyes that got me, dark like the sea after a storm. So dark and scary, but mournfully beautiful at the same time. its really errie if you ask me. Oh and the fact that she never ages helps with the errie thing too…She hasent aged in five years

she looks younger than me (im 19) 10…11 at most, i cant be sure, but one thing i can tell is this: only i can see her. I know this because, no one talks to her, let alone looks at her. But somthing was different today. Her hair is down. Curiosity welled up inside of me, almost bursting…why was ‘it’ different today? thoughts like these swum through my mind. That’s when the strangest thing happened… she moved. Her small, heart-shaped face turned towards me and smiled. To an outsider it would of looked innocent and beautiful, but to me it was just plain terrifying.

and thats all i got so far. i have an idea of what i am going to do next. but my problem is i only have a 500 word limit (sigh) its a shame really. i means what the point in making a creative writing competition if they dont even give you enough room to BE creatitve. but thats beside the point. id love to know what you guys think!

2010 Abbey Medieval Festival!

didja miss me?

as you might of gussed today i went to the abbey medieval festival with my family*sigh*on thw whole it was pretty awesome. I’d been there once before, so there really wasnt anything i hadn’t seen before (besides the jousting, but ill get to that later) but still, i was blown away! the authenticity of it all! it was a 80% perfect. i found it quite funny because the sign at the entrance said “authentic medieval” and some chick in proper medieval outfit – not at all flawed – and she ruins the whole thing by texting on her iphone….i mean seriously….

but OH MAH GAWD! there were so many things there! Stalls, jousting tournament, archery competition, so you think you can medieval dance, horseback archery display, fencing, oil wrestling, gypsies, renaissance fair, jesters, floggings, music, puppet shows, romani trail, morris dancing, stainded glass tours, cannon tactics (shit those things are loud, my ears are still ringing), there was pretty much everthing imaginable! If you guys havent gone before i suggest you should! and omg, dont get me started on the food! aaahhhh, pigs on spits, lamb shanks, pancakes, ale, wines, pinnara and a whole bunch of other stuff that i cant spell! omg the food was AWESOME!

I bought heaps of stuff while i was there ($100+) and the stuff was a bit exy but it was deffinatly worth it, the quaitly at this place was supurb! i bought this beautiful pentagram necklace its rimmed with authentic rune scripts and has a blue jewl in the middle ($44), i bought a pair of sterling silver pentagran studs($6), i also bought a full length blue cloak; the good stuff ($75) beautiful im gonna wear it ever chance i get! and i got this celtic ring, it kinda loks like a really fancy silver rope ($7) i also got this really nice celtic box. it had celtic patterns carved onto it and it had a big pentagram engraved into the lid($15). and i bought about $20 worth of food.  but it sux cause i know ow my mom for the cloak (she bought it for me) so i have to pay it back to her. but oh well, the cloak was worth it.

we also watched the jousting tournament, we were in the nobels seating areas. It was arganorts vs amazons and for all of you ceatons that mean boy vs girl. its was wicked. some 60yr old dude won, it was epic.

omg i almost forgot i got a tattoo! its one of those indian ones – henna – itll last me about 3 weeks, and its good cause it just fades away in my skin, it doesnt peel or scratch off XD.



Fav Shane Dawson Post

I was randomly surfing youtube the other night and i came across this video. I admitt i really love shanes work, its awesome. But i think this is one of his funniest. It may be one of his simplest, but its just too good not to share.


Bad new guys

Hiya reader-kun!

I got some bad news for all of you readers out there, i think i may be coming down with soming. You know, the usuall? Headaches (although i aslways have those), fever, aches and pains, no sleep, groggy. yeah it sucks.


No im kidding, kinda. So for a while i dont think i will be putting up many posts in the mean time. So today im going to put up as many as i can to keep you guys occupied untill i return ok?

I have an idea, you guys know the story of the thousand cranes right? for good luck?

btw i just finsihed watching Law Abiding Citizen. Dam it was awesome. the end could leave a little to be desiered but other than that it was good

This displeases me…..

Let me just say, adults are pricks. Big, fat, pompous and totally incomprehensible PRICKS!

ok im good now.

Well, not really. You see. For me, one of my chores is washing the dishes a few times a week. Following me? good, well my moms often opening for bargening. And latley ive been skipping the dishes and she hasn’t even said a word….almost. My moms a crafty bitch. No matter what agreement you come to with her she can always find a loophole to make things more…agreeable for her. so i was wondering. how come she letting me off. So saturday night comes along, we have a visitor, so that makes 5 of us. Big roast were having, with all of the sides too. potato, tomato, lettuce, peas, gravey, carrots, breans, brocili, coliflower the lot. And i usually do sunday or monday nights washing up right? So i go off to the computer (i didnt like the guest….hate would be a better word….so i wanted to be bymyself) and i hear my mom call me. “Come do the dishes!” and i was like WTF (in my mind of course my mom would have a coniption if i said that) “‘Why, it isnt my night” so shes like “youve been skipping out on so many nights, you can do it tonnight…” She looks at me and sees she not gonna tear me away from the computer “Or no computer for a week.” Her friggin supirior grin friggin pissed me off as my mouth practicall hung open.

you see thats why shes a crafty bitch, she plannes to let me off she she could gt out of doing the dishes on a night with practically TRIPLE the amount. and thats not all! then she makes me go and clean the frecking oven as well!

So i would like to ask you, what ‘displeases’ you? What really gets on your nerves. Particually stuff ur parents do or make you do? what do you find the most anoying about them? go ahead and leave a post.  and person with the best comment will be featured in a post 1-2 weeks from now. so hurry up and send me in ur comments!


Hiya reader-kun!

Aside from this blog, im thinking of creating another blog. Well, a VLOG to be precise and for those of you who do not know what a vlog is (btw u guyz are idiots if you dont know what it means) a vlog is pretty much a video blog. Instead of writing up my posts i put them up as a video post. Of course this would be a seperate blog to this one (cause the systems is f’d up like that and wont let me upload vids on this one) and this one would still be in action. So i just want the readers perspective. What do you guys think? Should i make a vlog? Should i just have a vlog or should i have two or should i just keep what ive already got and save myself the emaressment? Come on guys hand me in your comments and ideas. tell me what you think i should do. Cause honestly. i wont even bother if there is like only 5 people watching so its up to you.

How about this? ill crack a deal with you. If i can get 30 people saying that they want me to make a vlog ill go ahead and make one. okay? deal?


so post your comments guys and let me know!