"The pen is mightier than the sword."
~William Shakespeare

Saturday, June 29, 2013

New Eyes


Sometimes I like to take my glasses off just so I can see something no one else can.
            On the bus, strangers are not the people I’ve never met before—they’re aliens. Their dark winter hats morph into alien armor as they shove their way through the aisle to get a seat in the back. Their backpacks become shields strapped to their backs, their heavy coats become layers and layers of solid armor, and an old man’s cane becomes a sword for battle.
            My room is a child’s wonderland. My lamp blurs into a glowing candy cane, pictures of my family’s smiling faces turn into photos of hulking dinosaurs.
            At work, the heaps of papers piled in my office become the snowy mountains of something like a movie—the mountains nouns and commas and quotation marks trek the terrain fearlessly, unafraid of leaving behind clear footprints making up sentences making up paragraphs making up stories. My basic chair transforms into the throne of a queen and the precarious stack of the cafeteria’s Styrofoam coffee cups is a marble statue, painstakingly crafted by the hands of an old sculptor in the oldest parts of France.
            Outside my window, the patches of sun speckling trees are fairies coming out to say hello to me, migrating along the leaves as the sun makes its daily journey across the sky and dips into a sunset, a drop of paint spilling into a crystal clear puddle and streaking stains across a dying day.
            Sometimes, I like to keep my glasses on to know what other people are seeing. But other times, I like to take them to see what other people are not.

Author's Note: Something I wrote with an actual pen and actual paper because I haven't written a single thing in literally forever. So here we go! I like writing with paper and pen because you get a lot of chances to change and switch and edit things. So I made like 4 copies of this thing and it's only like 5 paragraphs or something. I don't know. It took a while but it's better now. Hope you like it! : )
~N

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Clockwork Princess (3.19.13!!!!!)

For all those who don't know, an amazing book came out yesterday.

It's called Clockwork Princess, and it's the third and final book in the "Infernal Devices" series by the lovely and brilliant Cassandra Clare, whom I both respect and admire very much.

The second book was so good and full of heartbreak, it makes me cry like every time I read it. Even now, thinking about it... D''''''''''''''''':

What a weird face that was. ;)

Anyway, I just figured I'd post something, and since only yesterday I was skipping through Barnes & Noble, happily searching for my next true love (if that isn't an oxymoron anyway), I realized that if I wasn't writing anything recently, I'd at least talk about what I've been reading.

But yeah I'm on like page 150 or 160 and it's good!! I'm still waiting for what I want to happen to finally HAPPEN ALREADY, but... it's good! *anxiety *

For all those Cassandra Clare lovers out there, you get a high-five. :)

-N

Friday, February 1, 2013

King of Ashes--Seventeen Magazine contest entry

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When the quaking stopped, she was sure the world must have ended.
                  She didn’t know what to expect when she stepped outside. She imagined what might be on the other side of the door to the abandoned house she now hid in. Frozen, she saw a world of ice, or maybe of fire. Maybe there was simply nothing at all. Or, the allowed herself to think, maybe a new world had been born in the chaos. Maybe it will be Heaven, she thought.
                  She stepped over the wooden planks, snapped, that had fallen from the ceiling above her; she could see a grey sky through the spaces where the roofing had caved in, pushing aside wrecked household appliances—destroyed cushions, dismembered chairs.
                  She took a deep breath, standing by the door, her hand gripping the handle tightly. Was she ready for this? What if she saw something too terrible?
                  Nevertheless, she forced herself to swing the door open. Rubble was holding it closed, and she had to pull with all her might to squeeze herself through the doorway and out onto the streets of LA.
                  The first thing she saw was the sky.
                  It was layered with clouds of ash, smoke billowing up in the distance from an incredible fire in the northern side of the city. The endless skies held no light—and neither did the Earth’s surface underneath it.
                  Cars without doors littered the streets, careened off cracked roads torn in to pieces. As she stepped further out into the street, she saw so, so much more.
                  Only one, single building remained of the great city, looming over the city on its own, left to rule the city of ashes. The rest had fallen to crumpled piles of concrete and metal on the ground. Shattered glass layered the broken ground.
                  It was beautiful disaster.
                  She couldn’t believe her eyes as she made her way toward the city and that one, looming tower, now suddenly unbelievable huge next to the leveled grounds of the destroyed city.
                  She passed cars beyond totaled—tipped sideways and upside-down—their glass windows all shattered from impact.
                  She traced the yellow line running up the street. She found difficulty when the street plummeted into ditches created in the chaos. Cracks ran along the entire ground, and she wondered if they stretched on for miles.
                  She saw no people.
                  She stopped when she finally reached it, the single tower poking the serrated sky. The grand door was held open with a large chunk of debris. Inching herself through the space, she found herself gravitating to the stairs. Mindlessly, she climbed and climbed until she was at the top. By that time, she felt as if she’d been reaching for the tip of the world for an eternity, but she finally found the one window, a whole wall’s length, that stretched over the city. And as she stood there, looking at the whole city all at once, she knew she was the only one left.

Wish me luck!! :)
~N
P.S. THIS ENTIRE STORY IS BASED OFF THE PICTURE BY *ANDREEWALLIN ON DEVIANTART.COM!!!! (ANDREEWALLIN.DEVIANTART.COM) I'LL TRY TO LINK THE PICTURE BUT... it probably won't work. D': link Oh yay. : ) Have a lovely day everybody!! 
P.P.S. Oh and hey I just noticed the indenting is really weird? I'm sorry about that. D: