Too late.

I call this one: too late. 

Your name is Allison Marie. You are 19 years old.

          You are standing on a platform of a subway station. You drum your fingers impatiently against your briefcase. Of coarse, it’s just a prop though. You’ve been waiting for this subway for over 2 hours. Your legs are starting to cramp, as there are no available places to sit. You have the inconsiderate business people to thank for that. Just because you’re going somewhere important doesn’t mean you get to make people stand just because you want to hog up a whole bench with your luggage.

          You feel the ground beneath you start to quake and you hear the clattering of wheels on tracks in the distance. This is it. Your moment is finally here. You know that this subway isn’t going to stop for this platform.

          You can see the lights of the subway in the distance, and you brush your hair back from your face. It’s getting in the way. You do not need anything getting in the way. Especially not some ‘good Samaritan’.

          Your brain starts to slow things down for you, even though it makes this moment even more painful for you. You feel your heart push against your chest. You feel your blood thumping their way through their veins. You see a picture of Nicholas in your mind. You shove the image way back into your brain. That will not be helpful.

          As the subway inches its way closer to the platform due to your mind’s tricks, you drop your brief case to the ground. You take your first step toward the edge. Before you know it your just one step away.

          You take the jump, screaming as you do, because just as your two inches away from the front of the subway, you realize that you don’t want to do this. You want to go back home to Nicholas and curl up on the couch with him. You want to be with your parents, no matter how much they hate you. You want to be with your sister, embracing her as tight as you can. But you don’t want to be here, half a second away from getting flattened by a subway.

          But it’s too late. Time decides to go back to normal and you feel the weight of the subway crush you, sending huge bursts of pain to your skull and back. Just in that moment you pray that you will somehow survive.

          Then, blackness.

Housecaught update #1

Heres a bit of an update that I prepared for you, loves! Theres more where that came from! And also,there's  the beginning for those of you who haven't read the first time i posted it!

HOUSECAUGHT

 

Your name is Zarsin Tezlai. You are 8 sweeps old. You enjoy writing fan fiction, but never let anyone read it in fear it is as awful as you suspect. All of your friends make fun of your screwed up teeth and huge glasses that take up half of your face, but you’re too shy to tell them that their teasing bothers you.

You have an obsession with fan art (although you can’t draw it) of your favorite book, Housecaught. One of your friends draws amazing fan art and you are super jealous of him.

Your Trollium handle is WordArtist, and you tend to speak in A Proper Manor.

Today just so happens to be your wriggling day.

What will you do?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Why, of coarse, you will continue to stay seated at your desk, writing fan fiction. You are confused why this question even crossed your mind.

You drop your writing stick in surprise as your laptop signals that you have a new message on your favorite chat client, Trollium. You relax and open your computer.

After a quick glance at the monitor you think oh gosh, think of the troll devil.

It seems that your friend, Eternallycreativ, has graced you with his virtual presence. You roll your eyes. You had better see what he wants, though. Probably just wanting to brag about his new fan art he probably just made. Probably just to piss you off. Okay, so maybe you’re reading too much into this. You haven’t even read what he sent yet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Eternallycreative began trolling Wordartist.

EC: hey nerd

EC: ju2t made 2ome new fan art

EC: thought I’d let you be the fir2t one to 2ee it

Eternallycreative sent Wordartist a photo.

EC: later lo2er

Eternallycreative ceased trolling Wordartist.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As soon as you get a look at the picture he sent you, you can feel your blood begin to boil in your veins.

You quickly calm yourself down and begin your daily activity of positive thinking. You are a skilled writer. You are very good at breathing. You are very popular in the world that you have created in your mind.

Alright, you think you are calm enough to respond to his message.

 

Wordartist began trolling Eternallycreative.

WA: Gee, Bavron. You Sure Are Talented.

EC: damn right

WA: I Can’t Wait To See Some More Of Your Art!

EC:  I’m 2ure you’ll get another chance to 2ee 2ome more of my drawing2

EC: After all

EC: I AM eternally creative

Eternallycreative ceased trolling Wordartist.

You hate talking to that guy. All he does is rub his skills in your face. Oh, who are you kidding? He has a right to! You mean, did you see that drawing?

You strum your fingers on your desk as you continue to stare at your computer monitor. You really shouldn’t let these things get to you like this. You shut your laptop, pick up your writing stick, and try to continue writing your fan fiction. Out of all the fan fictions you’ve ever written, you think this one is your favorite. It’s a ship of your two favorite characters in Housecaught, Irisel and Kantri. So far, you have them in a roleplaying game called Zarp. Personally, you don’t like participating in roleplaying games like these because you think they are too dangerou—

You jump out of your seat again as your laptop obnoxiously notifies you that you have another message! You clutch your chest with your hand and try to steady your breathing. You really have to change your alert tone on your laptop. One of these days it’s going to give you a heart attack!

Looking at your computer monitor, you see that another one of your friends wants to chat!

 

Tipsyhacker began trolling Wordartist.

TH: h3y zarsin!

TH: gu3ss what?!

TH: I just program3d this amazingly cool gam3!

TH: you wanna g3t 3v3rybody to play tonight?! >:D

WA: Sure!

WA: That Sounds Awesome!

WA: Have You Given It A Name Yet?

TH: y3p!

TH: I call it

TH: ZBURT

TH: its amazing!!!

TH: it puts you into th3 gam3!!

WA: Don’t All Games Do That?

TH: not card or dic3 gam3s…

TH: it do3snt matt3r!

TH: its still th3 b3st gam3 you’r3 3v3r gonna play!!

WA: I Believe You! (:<

WA: I Can’t Wait To Play It!

TH: you should t3ll 3v3ryon3 about it!

TH: oh y3ah!

TH: happy wriggling day!!!!!

TipsyHacker ceased trolling Wordartist.

WA: Thanks

 

 

Oh, jeez. Didn’t you JUST get through thinking about how much you HATE roleplaying games?! Oh well. You already told her you were going to play it. What’s more, you told her you were going to individually message all of your friends and tell them about the game! Oh, how you hate social interaction! It’s a darn good thing you know about procrastination! You decide to feed your lusus before messaging your friends. Desperate times call for desperate measures, you suppose.

You prepare yourself for the climbing of 94 flights of stairs. Having a lusus with wings sure is a lot of work, but it makes for great procrastination opportunities!

Now that you have reached the platform, you realize that you have forgotten to bring any lusus food with you! It’s a good thing you store some up here!

You quickly shuffle back to your room soon after feeding your lusus. Your guess its time to get down to business. Definitely no more stalling. Time to stop beating around the bush. Really time to grab the bull by the horns, here. Okay. Here you go. You’re slowly reaching toward your laptop. Going to start typing up some messages soon. Nope, not going to put it off any longer.

 

You are now Bavron Mandri.

You are 8 sweeps old. You are quite addicted to your favorite online novel, Housecaught. You express your obsession by creating ground breaking fan art that all of your friends just adore. You are quite the “cool cat” and everyone knows it. You like to address your supremacy by calling all of your friends inferior names. Which is perfectly just to you since you ARE a blue blood.

Your room is decorated with all of your art work that you’ve ever done on paper, and you have given each and everyone one of them titles.

You’re not quite sure, but you are extremely suspicious that you are in fact a “homosexual”. You have heard this term numerous times on Housecaught. These strange referencings to same gender attraction lead you to believe that the creator of this masterpiece is not of your culture. You use this term to describe yourself, regardless, in order to let everyone know of your fondness for Housecaught. You think the term is starting to catch on among your friends.

You have an addiction to sappy troll romance novels, and strangely despise romance movies. You think that movies just can’t convey theyemotions written in books. In your opinion, movies will never amount to literature. It sure is hard for you to have this opinion though, considering one of your closest friends loves absolutely every troll movie that has ever been directed. It is very hard to keep this friendship, you think.

Your drawings include the shipping of couples in Housecaught that you think should be canon. You do, however, have a slight rebellion to the novel. You deliberately do not draw any canon ships. This is how you prove that you are not a total geek.

Today is your friend, Zarsin’s, wriggling day. You believe you will show your affection towards him by drawing one of his favorite ships and messaging it to him. You are positive that this will delight him. You follow through with your plan, and now are sitting at your desk.

Your trillium handle is Eternallycreative and you tend to 2peak with a bit of a li2p de2pite the fact that you are totally cool.

What will you do?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ummm?

You’re pretty sure you have no idea where that question came from! Oh well!

You think you will draw another picture for Zarsin of his favorite ship!

You’re not much of a writer, but you think you will also send the author of Housecaught a message, literally begging him to make this ship canon. You are sure that this will allow Zarsin to know your true feelings for him. You hope.

You pick up your colored writing stick and begin to sketch a love scene of Irisel and Kantri kissing. Eh, you don’t particularly like how this drawing looks so far, but you can always use your amazing skills to polish it up later.

Earlier today, you were thinking on revealing your true feelings for Zarsin to him as another wriggling day gift. You’re not sure though. You are almost positive that the feeling of rejection will be almost too much to bare. You’re not even sure if Zarsin knows that you like him. Now that you think about it, you haven’t really given any red signs to him at all! All you’ve been giving off is black!

This only worries you because, you’re not quite sure if Zarsin can pick up black feelings. In the past, he certainly hasn’t been able to pick up any black feelings between characters in Housecaught. Oh, gosh! You can’t tell him your true feelings now! He will be completely in shock!

 

 

You decide to relieve some of your anxiety by putting all of your feelings into this drawing. You have to make it look perfect for Zarsin! You can’t disappoint him!

Oh, no. looking at your drawing now, the characters look just like you and Zarsin! Now this is just turning into something weird!

Wait! This could be the hint that you need! If you send this to Zarsin, he might catch on to your feelings! You had better make the feelings between these two trolls look a little more black for him to catch the drift though. Zarsin has never been real good at sensing feelings.

Alright, you’re done. Now all that’s left is to send the drawing to him. Why are you feeling a reluctancy to do so?

It doesn’t matter now though, it seems as if Zarsin has already contacted you! Oh your gosh! You know you have to send the drawing now!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wordartist began trolling Eternallycreative.

WA: Umm, Hey.

WA: Kep Wants To Know If You Want To Play This Sweet New Game That She Made Tonight With All The Rest Of Our Friends.

WA: You In?

EC: uh. 2ure!

EC: that 2ound2 great

EC: haven’t played a nerd game in quite 2ome time

TH: Uh, Yeah

TH: That’s Wonderful

EC: um

EC: actually, Zar

EC: ive been meanin to give you thi2 drawing for your wriggling day

Eternallycreative sent Wordartist a photo.

EC: remind you of anyone?

WA: Um, Bavron?

WA: Is This Us Making Out?

EC: I dunno

EC: i2 it?

WA: Yeah

WA: I’m Pretty Sure It Is

EC: do ya like it?

WA: Bavron

WA: Do You Have Black Feelings For Me?

EC: umm

EC: yeah

EC: happy wriggling day!

WA: Uhh

WA: I Don’t Know How To Respond To That.

EC: oh

EC: uh

EC: *clear2 throat*

EC: well

EC: um

EC: alright

EC: ill 2ee you in the game them I 2uppose

WA: Um Yes

WA: Things Won’t Be Awkward Between Us, Will They?

EC: no

EC: im 2orry

EC: I mean

EC: it2 cool

EC: ill ju2t be going

EternallyCreative ceased trolling Wordartist.

 

 

Oh boy, that did not go over well.

What were you thinking?! He OBVIOUSLY had no idea that you had any feelings for him at all! You are such an imbecile! That was JUST the kind of rejection you were hoping to avoid!

You think now would be a good time for you to be the nerdy guy, in order to spare you from being too emotional in front of anybody.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You are now the nerdy guy.

Wow. You are absolutely shocked! Your life-long bully has just confessed his black feeling to you! You definitely did not see this coming! You severely hope that you did not traumatize this poor man by rejecting him like that! Honestly, who reacts like that? Stupid. Stupid. Stupid!

You find it a little strange that you never really considered Bavron having feelings for you like that. Nor have you thought about if you had any feelings for him.

You really are blind, aren’t you? All the signs for black feelings were there! It’s like they all just flew past you all this time.

But what really bothers you is that drawing that he sent you. I mean, it’s as beautiful as everything else that he draws, but just the way you two look kissing is just so real looking. He really does have some strong feelings for you.

You should really be the crazy girl right now so you don’t drone on about this for too long.

 

 

 

 

 

 

You are now the crazy girl.

Actually, your real name is Kepiti Isotir. You are 8 sweeps old.

Although you are referred to as crazy by your friends, you are probably the most sophisticated of your social group.

You aspire to be a novel writer of your century. You enjoy writing both fiction and nonfiction equally, although your favorite type of fiction is fantasy. You are working on numerous novels as you think, although you can never quite seem to finish one. You have finished many a short story in your day, but the novels just aren’t working for you.

Of coarse there is an easy solution to this, which you are aware of, creating a novel completely consisting of short stories. None the less, you still feel the desire to keep trying.

You have a love for romance movies, the more complex, the better. In fact, you could say that you enjoy just about every movie. You like how this makes one of your friends react. You like triggering reactions out of people. It makes it a little hard to tell if something about you is really because you enjoy it or if you enjoy the reactions it makes people have, but it’s worth it.

You enjoy shipping so much that you can’t help but to incorporate some major romance into all of your novels that you write. You also can’t help but recording every ship that you think should be canon and you tend to write down fan fictions about them. Thus, creating your ‘finishing’ problem.

None of your acquaintances are aware of this but you like to dabble in the visual arts. You doodle a considerable amount. You tend to think you are rather good at it, but having no one decent to compare your work to, it’s hard to tell your skill set.

You also enjoy hacking other people’s computers and creating games for you and your friends to play. In fact, you have created quite the doosey recently. The voices told you that it would save your race, so it must be pretty fun!

Oh, right. You hear dead trolls talking to you in your mind! It’s really a delight to hear from them though, they can be pretty depressing at times, but they really make for quite the activity guide! Always something to do for them!

Your trollium handle is Tipsyhacker and you tend to g3t a littl3 3xited wh3n you talk to your fri3nds!!!!!!!!

What will you do?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Instead of writing off this strange question in your think pan like some ordinary chump would do, you would like to think of it as your conscious speaking to you. Your strangely narrative conscious. It doesn’t really bother you though. You’ve had quite a bit of experience with strange things popping up in your head!

None the less, you will respond to it. You will sit down and start drawing a title picture for your latest novel idea.

What’s this? It seems as if you’re plans are changing before your very eyes! One of your friends wants to chat with you!

 

Wordartist began trolling Tipsyhacker.

WA: Um Hey Kep

WA: Sorry To Bother You Again

WA: But I Have Some Shocking News

WA: Bavron Just Told Me He Has Black Feelings For Me!

TH: and this com3s as a shock to you?

WA: Well Of Coarse It Does!

WA: Wait

WA: Did You Know About This?!

TH: I hav3 susp3ct3d it for quit3 som3 tim3 now

TH: and frankly

TH: im surpri3d that you’v3 just now caught on to it

Housecaught

For those of you who are in the Homestuck fandom, I have a gift for you: some homestuck fan fiction! Im still working on it so, be patient! Heres what I got so far! Enjoy! (Its called Housecaught):

HOUSECAUGHT

 

Your name is Zarsin Tezlai. You are 8 sweeps old. You enjoy writing fan fiction, but never let anyone read it in fear it is as awful as you suspect. All of your friends make fun of your screwed up teeth and huge glasses that take up half of your face, but you’re too shy to tell them that their teasing bothers you.

You have an obsession with fan art (although you can’t draw it) of your favorite book, Housecaught. One of your friends draws amazing fan art and you are super jealous of him.

Your Trollium handle is WordArtist, and you tend to speak in A Proper Manor.

Today just so happens to be your wriggling day.

What will you do?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Why, of coarse, you will continue to stay seated at your desk, writing fan fiction. You are confused why this question even crossed your mind.

You drop your writing stick in surprise as your laptop signals that you have a new message on your favorite chat client, Trollium. You relax and open your computer.

After a quick glance at the monitor you think oh gosh, think of the troll devil.

It seems that your friend, Eternallycreativ, has graced you with his virtual presence. You roll your eyes. You had better see what he wants, though. Probably just wanting to brag about his new fan art he probably just made. Probably just to piss you off. Okay, so maybe you’re reading too much into this. You haven’t even read what he sent yet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Eternallycreative began trolling Wordartist.

EC: hey nerd

EC: ju2t made 2ome new fan art

EC: thought I’d let you be the fir2t one to 2ee it

Eternallycreative sent Wordartist a photo.

EC: later lo2er

Eternallycreative ceased trolling Wordartist.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As soon as you get a look at the picture he sent you, you can feel your blood begin to boil in your veins.

You quickly calm yourself down and begin your daily activity of positive thinking. You are a skilled writer. You are very good at breathing. You are very popular in the world that you have created in your mind.

Alright, you think you are calm enough to respond to his message.

 

Wordartist began trolling Eternallycreative.

WA: Gee, Bavron. You Sure Are Talented.

EC: damn right

WA: I Can’t Wait To See Some More Of Your Art!

EC:  I’m 2ure you’ll get another chance to 2ee 2ome more of my drawing2

EC: After all

EC: I AM eternally creative

Eternallycreative ceased trolling Wordartist.

You hate talking to that guy. All he does is rub his skills in your face. Oh, who are you kidding? He has a right to! You mean, did you see that drawing?

You strum your fingers on your desk as you continue to stare at your computer monitor. You really shouldn’t let these things get to you like this. You shut your laptop, pick up your writing stick, and try to continue writing your fan fiction. Out of all the fan fictions you’ve ever written, you think this one is your favorite. It’s a ship of your two favorite characters in Housecaught, Irisel and Kantri. So far, you have them in a roleplaying game called Zarp. Personally, you don’t like participating in roleplaying games like these because you think they are too dangerou—

You jump out of your seat again as your laptop obnoxiously notifies you that you have another message! You clutch your chest with your hand and try to steady your breathing. You really have to change your alert tone on your laptop. One of these days it’s going to give you a heart attack!

Looking at your computer monitor, you see that another one of your friends wants to chat!

 

Tipsyhacker began trolling Wordartist.

TH: h3y zarsin!

TH: gu3ss what?!

TH: I just program3d this amazingly cool gam3!

TH: you wanna g3t 3v3rybody to play tonight?! >:D

WA: Sure!

WA: That Sounds Awesome!

WA: Have You Given It A Name Yet?

TH: y3p!

TH: I call it

TH: ZBURT

TH: its amazing!!!

TH: it puts you into th3 gam3!!

WA: Don’t All Games Do That?

TH: not card or dic3 gam3s…

TH: it do3snt matt3r!

TH: its still th3 b3st gam3 you’r3 3v3r gonna play!!

WA: I Believe You! (:<

WA: I Can’t Wait To Play It!

TH: you should t3ll 3v3ryon3 about it!

TH: oh y3ah!

TH: happy wriggling day!!!!!

TipsyHacker ceased trolling Wordartist.

WA: Thanks

 

 

Oh, jeez. Didn’t you JUST get through thinking about how much you HATE roleplaying games?! Oh well. You already told her you were going to play it. What’s more, you told her you were going to individually message all of your friends and tell them about the game! Oh, how you hate social interaction! It’s a darn good thing you know about procrastination! You decide to feed your lusus before messaging your friends. Desperate times call for desperate measures, you suppose.

You prepare yourself for the climbing of 94 flights of stairs. Having a lusus with wings sure is a lot of work, but it makes for great procrastination opportunities!

Now that you have reached the platform, you realize that you have forgotten to bring any lusus food with you! It’s a good thing you store some up here!

You quickly shuffle back to your room soon after feeding your lusus. Your guess its time to get down to business. Definitely no more stalling. Time to stop beating around the bush. Really time to grab the bull by the horns, here. Okay. Here you go. You’re slowly reaching toward your laptop. Going to start typing up some messages soon. Nope, not going to put it off any longer.

More MLP:FIM fan fiction

I hope you all are enjoying the fact that I'm actually posting some writing again instead of just virtually procrastinating. (: Here, have some fan fiction! It's called The Downfall: 

It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining, angel wasn’t complaining about eating his food, and it seemed that all the pegasi had gotten up early to remove all of the clouds from the sky. It was days like these that I wanted to spend all day in the sky. That is, if my wings were strong enough to keep me aloft long enough.

   It was when I was feeding my flamingo in my garden that the ground began to shake. I had no other instinct than to fly inside and grab angel. So I did. Once I had her, I fled my cottage and flew as high as I could.

   It seemed as if ponyville was still trembling once I had taken refuge in a cloud with angel. I pulled out a bottle of potion that twig light had given me, in the emergency that angel and I would need to take shelter in a cloud for a long time, and fed angel a few drops. Once he had swallowed them, I set him down on the cloud. He didn’t fall through. I was relieved. The potion had worked.

   I peaked my head out from the security of the cloud and surveyed the setting of ponyville. Ponies were galloping away from their homes with horrified expressions on their faces. In the midst of all this chaos, one pegasi remained still.

   It was rainbow dash! I looked at her closely, curious why she hadn’t taken refuge in a cloud like all the other pegasi. I saw, swaddled in her arms, an egg. For the first time, I noticed soarin kneeling next to her, curiously looking at the egg. There was a loud clap of what sounded like thunder, and I buried myself back into the cloud.

   Something caught my attention out of the corner of my eye, and I looked up to see soarin and rainbow dash flying away, with worried expressions on their faces. There was another loud crash, and I buried myself in the cloud once more.

   When the loud noises had stopped, I poked my head out from inside the cloud. Rainbow dash and soarin were no longer in sight. I picked up angel and set her in my hair.

   I took off from the cloud and flew as high as I dared to go. I searched the sky, but rainbow dash and soarin were still no where in sight. Or that egg.

   I wondered what could have been inside that egg. Could it have been a dragon egg? Knowing rainbow dash, she probably would have flown into a dragons cave to get one. Could that have been why there was so much destruction in ponyville? Was the mommy dragon trying to get back the baby daragon egg? That had to be it.

   But why was soarin there? I had suspected that him and rainbow dash were in a relationship, but rainbow dash had eagerly tried to talk me out of the idea. In the long run, that only led to more suspicion.

   I looked down at ponyville. It was a complete disaster. Almost all of the houses had collapsed and were engulfed in smoke. There were a few injured ponies laying on the side of the road, but they didn’t look like they were going to make it.

   I heard the sounds of two sets of wings flapping behind me. Instinctively, my wings stuck to the sides of my body, and I started to fall.

   I was angry at myself for being cowardly. But I just couldn’t stand somepony watching me fly. They could be judging me. Which they didn’t have to. Most of ponyville knew that I wasn’t the best flyer.

   I hit the ground hard. My instict to cover my face and huddle up into a ball, dominated my instinct to brace myself for the landing. Angel pulled my whooves from my face and gave me a sympathetic look that told me that everything was going to be alright.

   The sounds of hooves landing on the ground entered my ears, and I began to hear my heart beating with fright. I covered my face with my hooves again in fear.

   “Fluttershy,” a familiar voice broke the terrifying silence.

   “Princess Celestia?” I whimpered shyly as I peeked around my hooves.

   “Yes, Fluttershy, its okay. There’s nothing to be afraid of.

   “oh, but there is!” I said, facing the princess and standing up, “all of ponyville has been destroyed! I don’t know if there will be any survivors! I think it might be a mommy dragon!” suddenly the safety of big Macintosh flashed in my brain.

   “my dear Fluttershy, why would a mother dragon be rampaging through ponyville?” princess Celestia asked, a hint of laughter in her voice.

   “ Because my friends, soarin and rainbow dash, flew off with a blue and purple egg--”

   “ did you say, an egg?” princess Celestia interrupted, her face taking the form of fear.

    “ yes, but--”

   “ we need to find your friend rainbow dash, and get that egg! Sister, can you keep the moon from rising tonight? We need daylight to search for rainbow dash.”

   sister? I thought, unless, NO!

   “yes, I will see what I can do.”

   Princess Luna landed on the ground, and pulled in her wings.

   I needed to be strong. I couldn’t be afraid of night mare moon, if I was, we might not be able to find rainbow dash in time. Even then, a squeal escaped my lips.

   “princess, why is it so urgent that we get the egg?” I asked curiously.

   “Fluttershy, im afraid that inside that egg, Is discord’s son.”

   So many questions and images raced through my head as the words the princess uttered began to process. What did this mean for the fate of equestria? Who was the mother of discord’s son? What does this have to do with the destruction of ponyville? But all that would come out of my mouth was- “ bu-wha-arhgfu?”

   The princess of Equestria looked at me with concern.

   “ I know that you have many questions, but I am afraid that they will have to wait for later. For the moment, our only concern needs to be finding rainbow dash.” the princess said with urgency.

   Suddenly the ground began to shake violently. The ground seemed to slope, and as I looked to my left, 3 houses fell, as the ground dropped out of place.

Lil update

I found some MLP:FIM fan fic in one of my notebooks so I thought I'd share. Discorded: episode 1, part 1=

Rainbow dash swooped up, allowing herself the safety from plummeting face first into the ground. She was starting to get frustrated. This was her third attempt today to perform the sonic rain-boom, but she couldn't figure out if she wasn't going high enough, or she just wasnt fast enough anymore. She just couldn't bring herself to except the second option. 

Rainbow dash forced her wings to pump harder as she made her way up into the sky. This was going to be her last attempt of the day. She had to start out twice as high than she did the last time to gather up enough speed to perform the trick. 

Once she could no longer see ponyville, and clouds took its place, rainbow dash stopped. She was going to make it this time, she was certain of it. Rainbow dash leaned forward to fall as she pulled her wings to her side. Moments later she extended them again to allow her self to slice through the air. 

She had been falling for several moments now, and the atmosphere was starting to take shape around her, as ponyville came closer into view. The wind was wildly combing her mane past her head, and she began to get the feeling that she always got just before performing a sonic rain-boom. 

The atmosphere was taking a more narrow shape, almost fitting the form of rainbow dash's body when----

" okay ladies, I've called you here today to ask if you would like for me to show you a new spell I've been working on," twighlight sparkle said confidently. 

" oh, twighlight that's wonderful, can we please see it?" fluttershy squeaked meekly. 

" of coarse fluttershy," twighlight coaxed reassuringly. 

" this trick will allow me to send one pony to a different dimension. That is, if I do it very carefully, with absolutely no distractions. By the way, has any one seen rainbow dash today?" twighlight asked curiously. 

" the last time I saw her, she was zipping up and down and up and down and up and down and up an---" 

" pinkie! We get it!" apple jack interrupted. 

" okay well rainbow dash is obviously busy, so let's get started shall we?" twighlight asked. 

The rest of the ponies cheered in agreement. 

"alright," twighlight said as she raised her horn and shut her eyes in concentration. She stayed like this for several moments. 

Then, just as sparks began to squirt of out of her horn, the entire library shook, and a multicolored light filtered through the windows with a blast. 

Twighlight opened her eyes suddenly, and a beam of light shot out of the frightened pony's horn, sending the entire setting into a bright purpley haze. 

TO BE CONTINUED.......

Back to the old grind

I get back from the beach tomorrow! I know most people would be sad, but I'm so excited to get home! I hate all the sand thats been piling up in our beach house! But thats not the point, sorry. Anyways, the point is: ill be working on my writing when i get home! I might be able to wrap up my novel notes in about a week and then i'll post a preview, but not the whole book, I'm going to try to get it published *wink. I will also finish typing and posting all these tedious essays I've written.  I might even throw in a short story who knows. But I'm definitely going to chill when i get home because i miss rutine so much! I guess just stay tuned for some writing! And i apologize: i always say im planning on posting my writing and i never do and i bet you guys are tired of waiting. I will seriously try to get some stuff done. Ive been seriously procrastinating lately! Thanks!

-Alonna Kilpatrick, blog author

Done!

Alright, done posting for the moment!

-Alonna Kilpatrick, blog author

Typewriters

   I think that typewriters are so beautiful! I think I'm going to save up for one because I think it would be an amazing experience to write a story using a typewriter that an author from the 19th century could have typed on! 

   I'm sure there are lots of different models of typewriters so later I'm going to do some Internet shopping to find one that I think fits my style. Would you guys ever get a type writer? I mean I know they're not the most efficient thing in the world, but there's something about vintage writing that I just love. Like writing with quills. Love it! 

   My grandmother used to have one that I used to type on. I remember the smell of ink and paper. Am I the only one that loves that smell? Anyways, I remember not really writing anything significant, which I was like 7 at the time, but I really wish that I had. It would be awesome to have that experience. 

Well, off to do some typewriter shopping! Tanks for reading thus far!! Stay tuned in case I find a style that I'm going to plan on saving up for. I have no idea what the price range for these things are. I guess it just depends on where you get them. Come to think of it, I wonder if my grandmother still has her typewriter and if she's willing to give it up!

Well, here's my contact information anyways: 

Kik: alonna99

Email: alonnakilpatrick@gmail.com

Instagram: lonna_ivy

Just to let you guys know, I do not own any of these photos and I didn't take them!

                                                   -Alonna Kilpatrick, blog author

How to write a mystery story

This is an expository essay that I wrote as an assignment in the seventh grade on how to write a mystery story. 

   There are plenty of different words for it; a talent, a purpose, a sixth sense, a calling. Everyone is good at something no matter who you are or what you do. For some people it may be playing the flute. For others, it could be playing football or babysitting. Someone could even have two things that they are skilled at and have to juggle activities. You could even combine your talents to get a dream job. Say you are good at writing poems, but your also talented with playing music. Your ultimate career choice would be a song writer. But first, you need to find something that you are good at. For me, what I'm skilled at doing and what I love to do are the same things. My passion is to write stories, specifically mystery stories for the challenge. If you would like to learn how to do something like this, there are four main things that you need to know or be able to do: how to come up with compelling characters, how to elaborate, how to develop good organization skills, and remember the components that all mystery stories need to have. A good tip to remember while you're writing is that you are never done writing. 

   The first step in developing your mystery story is to come up with some characters. Now, that doesn't mean that you just think of a gender and a name. What it means is that you need to develop a character with specific physical features who has a conscience, a personality, a relationship with other characters, and feeling that lead him/her to do the things that he/she does. In order for your readers to get absorbed into your mystery story, they have to feel a connection to your characters, whether its good or bad. They need to feel that your character is a real life person who is out there, somewhere in the world, continuing your story exactly where you left off. That is one of the ways to hook a reader.

   Another important part of writing a story is detail. Something that is important to describe is the setting. That is how you get a mental picture running through your reader's head. If you were watching tv and you closed your eyes, you would still kind of get the gist of what's going on, wouldn't you? That's because there's a lot of different ways that shows give you hints on what's going on; things like music, sound effects, and sometimes a narrator. That's a good thing to strive for when your writing your book. Imaging you're writing the most important scene in your book: the scene where the crime takes place. You're not going to want to say, "the man took the wallet from the purse." You need to add some descriptive words. Instead say, " the sneaky man slid his wrinkled hand into the pocket book. As he snuck his hand back out, it was clutching a small wallet." A good question you can always ask yourself before settling with a passage would be: would I actually want to read this? If you don't like what you've read, save your self some time and just go back and edit it.

   Organization is also a key part in a mystery novel, not only when you're writing your story, but when your preparing to write it. First, you need to get your area organized. You can't keep your thoughts together if you have hundreds of papers spilling off of your desk. You might not get your papers in the right order when your putting it together for a presentation, and you won't get it published. You need to have lots of spare paper handy to continue thoughts and scribble down some ideas for later. You don't want to lose any ideas, because you need to know where to take your story. 

   Make sure to include clues in your story, as it is a key part in a mystery novel. At the end of every good mystery, there is the part where a character tells how he/she solved the mystery. You can't piece a puzzle together without the pieces. Some readers like to try and solve the mystery for themselves instead of just hang around for the ride. Some people will get pretty ticked off if you don't included some of the hints in the beginning but they magically appear at the end when the character is explaining. 

   People connect to characters in stories through emotional scenes and feelings that characters experience. Without the connection, the readers feel no need to continue to read. So you can't even call them 'readers' anymore. They're just people that used to enjoy your stories. To avoid that, just remember to have compelling characters, details, good organization, and the main components of a mystery story.

I just want to let you guys know that this was a WRITTEN paper and I just spent the last half hour trying to type and edit this juvenile paper. It is so obvious how I have changed as a writer just by seeing something that I have written last year and trying to comprehend those run on sentences. Which I'm sure I still do, but just less. Well I don't think I'm going to out myself through anymore of that today, so I will post another one tomorrow. Thanks for reading thus far. 

                                                                  -Alonna Kilpatrick, blog author