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Day 5

This month I’m doing a Creative Writing challenge! Today’s installment:

5. Something historical.

Harvey looked casually down at his feet, as they carried him past a police officer. His hands were crammed into his pockets, trying to hide the subtle shake that had been with him since daybreak. It was hot out, and his entire body was damp with sweat.
“Damn this hot weather” he muttered to himself.
He ducked down an alleyway, where the shade provided a welcome break from the blistering sun. At least the weather helped to conceal any sweat excreted as a result of his nerves. Despite all of his planning, he simply couldn’t help but feel frightened today.
“Damn that stench” he said, a little louder this time. Yes, the shade was cooler, but it did nothing to conceal the alley’s smell.
Harvey slipped out of the alley and crossed a dead sidestreet. Most of this area had been blocked off to vehicle traffic, and by now most of the pedestrians were lining the route. Just across the street, a tall building loomed into the clear, blue sky. He slipped into the back alley next to it, and turned sharply to his left. From his back pocket he withdrew a tool, and at once set at picking the lock of the door in front of him. The well-practiced technique quickly opened the door, and, with a quick glance over both shoulders, Harvey entered the building. So far, so good.
He climbed a couple flights quickly, attempting to step as lightly as possible. He paused on the second floor to push a ceiling panel away and retrieve a metal suitcase. After a flight or two more, he reached the destination floor. This time, the door was unlocked, and he slipped silently into the room.
The noise of the crowd below drifted up on the breeze that came through the single window left open. A stack of crates near the window sat at the ready, and Harvey took a seat.
“This is it” he said, inhaling deeply, “time to relax.”
He sat, eyes closed, breathing controlled, for a full minute. The sound of the crowd below was growing, and he knew that the time was at hand. He opened the suitcase, and from its padded interior he withdrew the rifle. With swift, sure motions he assembled the weapon, then withdrew a clip from the suitcase and slid it up inside the clip chamber.
The sound of motorcycles below signaled him. A patriotic song was playing from someone’s radio in the distance; a seemingly fitting anthem.
Harvey put his eye to the scope. The crosshairs drifted carefully along the route, seeking their target. Finally, the shiny, black car came into focus. As expected, the top was down, exposing all within. The passengers in the back seat rode proudly, waving at the adoring crowds.
Now is the time.
Harvey inhaled and held his breath. The crosshairs centered on his target, and without a moment’s hesitation he pulled the trigger.
“Shit!” he exclaimed, as the first bullet exploded from his barrell. He chambered a second bullet, and lined up the sights once again.
The gun exploded again, and with a sigh of relief he confirmed his target. Screams sounded below as the joyous procession turned to chaos. He stood up and pulled the gun from the window, backing away into the shadows.
“Congratulations” he said to himself, “Lee Harvey Oswald, you’ve just shot the President of the United States.”

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Note: I’m not sure how historically accurate this is. It’s historical fiction, so please just appreciate it for what it is. Thanks.

Day 4

This month I’m doing a Creative Writing challenge! Today’s installment:

4. A pair of eyeglasses.

Anita pushed the cart slowly down the aisle. Her experienced eyes scanned over rack after rack, but she couldn’t see anything good. She paused for a moment to examine one style, but as soon as she picked it up she knew it was simply too heavy. She carefully put it back, and kept scanning for something to catch her eye.

“Mommy, mommy!” A little voice called out behind her. Anita looked back, and couldn’t help but smile. Her daughter, Lucy, was holding a pair of large, circular frames up to her eyes. The frames were so big that they took up almost half of the 5-year-old’s face.

“Mommy, what about these?”

Anita crouched down to Lucy’s level. “Here, sweetie,” she said, “let me take a look.” She carefully reached out and straightened the frames, then sat back on her heels and put on a pensive expression.

“Hmm,” she leaned from side to side, as Lucy gladly modeled her find, “we should keep looking. They’re just a little too big!”

“Okay!” Lucy removed the frames and handed them to her mother. As Anita put the frames where they belonged, she watched as Lucy bounced around from frame to frame, glancing at each item for only a moment before moving on. A dull sadness pulsed inside, as Anita remembered what this trip meant. Her daughter was so young, almost too young to need glasses. Yet here they were, as a result of the universe’s decision to burden a child with that accessory for the rest of her life. Anita pulled off her own rectangular frames and rubbed her eyes. She was glad this day was almost over.

“How ‘bout this one, mommy?” Lucy held up a pair in her fist.

Anita put her glasses back on and looked. “Oh” she inhaled, as she realized what Lucy had found, “try them on, hun.”

Lucy slid the frames onto her face, and cocked her head inquisitively to the side. This trait she’d picked up from the family dog.

Anita looked around for a mirror, and found one a few feet away.

“Come, look in the mirror.”

Lucy gladly hopped over to the mirror, and peered at her reflection. Anita knelt on one knee beside her.

“Mommy,” Lucy said, “do I look pretty?”

Anita looked at the frames. They were simple, no patterns or designs. Merely black, plastic rectangles with rounded edges. However, there was a familiar look to them that made them a perfect fit for her daughter’s face.

“Yes,” Anita said, “you do look pretty.”

Lucy smiled.

“Then I’m just like you!”

Anita felt the world stop around her. The sadness in her heart melted away, and she saw her daughter looking proudly up into her eyes. The sweet, loving innocence, of a young girl finding a new look. Perhaps this world wasn’t so bad, after all.

“Yes, sweetheart,” Anita said, “just like me. Shall we get them?”

“Yay!” Lucy exclaimed, pulling the frames off and handing them over.

Anita stood up and turned to the optician.

“I think we’ve found the right frames.”

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Day 2

This month I’m doing a Creative Writing challenge! Today’s installment:

2. A couple.

Roger inhaled deeply. The scent of hot pine sap and dusty meadow filled his lungs, as the sun beat down on his face. 

“This is good, I think” he said, setting down the basket in his hands. 

Alice withdrew a blanket from her backpack, and began looking for the perfect spot to put it.

“Too rocky,” she said to herself, “too many weeds… ew, spider! Here we go.”

She spread the blanket out on the thick, grassy patch. A warm breeze drifted through the clearing, but not enough to warrant weighing down the corners of the blanket. 

“Perfect” Roger said, as he moved the basket nearer to the blanket and opened the top, “let’s hurry up and get out the food, I’m starved.”

Together they unpacked the meal; there were turkey and provolone sandwiches with tomatoes and peppers, delicately wrapped in wax paper, and a bowl of fruit salad. Alice brought the utensils out of her backpack, as well as two bowls for the fruit. Roger put down his cooler backpack and brought out the drinks.

“Here” he handed her a 7-Up, then cracked open a Mountain Dew. He took a quick sip, and then set it down on a nearby rock. Alice passed him a sandwich, and together they unwrapped and began to eat.

“Babe,” Alice said “these are awesome! I can’t figure out why though.”

Roger grinned. “It’s the salt and pepper. And the bell peppers. Basically it boils down to pepper.”

Alice laughed, her blue eyes shining in the sunlight. “I’ll have to try that sometime.”

Roger took is fork and stabbed a juicy chunk of watermelon from out of the fruit bowl. “I don’t know why we brought bowls” he said as he ate it. Alice gave him an accusing look as she picked up a bowl and filled it for herself. 

“I suppose we could’ve just brought the one extra” she quipped.

Roger picked out a piece of pineapple, popped it into his mouth, and glanced up at the sky. Three sparrows flew overhead, soaring and swooping through the sky, chasing down any insects who dared to fly in their airspace. The breeze picked up for a moment, tossing his dark, unruly curls of hair.

“It’s so nice out here” he said, softly, “away from the noise of life, just the two of us.”

Alice reached over and put her hand over his free one. “I agree. We should do this more often.”

They finished their sandwiches in silence. Roger crumbled his wrapper into a ball and tossed it into the basket. Alice put the cover back on the bowl of fruit and placed it in the basket as well, clearing the blanket. Roger lay back, his right arm outstretched. Alice shifted her position and lay down alongside him. He wrapped his arm around her, and she took his hand. 

“When do we have to go back?” She asked.

“Not for some time” he said, “We have a couple hours to just relax.”

“Good.” She rested her face on his chest and closed her eyes. “Enough time for a nap?”

Roger pulled his phone from his pocket and set a timer. 

“Plenty of time. That sounds great.”

He stroked her long, auburn hair tenderly. The motion was as calming for him as it was for her, and together they relaxed into an easy, carefree afternoon nap.

If You Know Me And Like Me, This Post Is Not For You.

Disclaimer: This is going to be offensive to some people. I don’t care. Feel free to reblog or quote if you agree. Otherwise just read and pay attention.

Being away from Tumblr has shown me some things.

I stepped away from this God-forsaken site for a couple months, because it was sucking up my time and making me feel angry. You may ask why, since “Tumblr is such a great community where you can see pictures of cool fandoms and puppies and funny- “

NO. JUST NO.

Yes, Tumblr has decent parts, but it is so broken in so many more places. I’m not the only user to point out how hateful this site really is, in basically any section. For pretty much every thing you post, there will always be someone out there to dish out hate.

And I mean real hate, not the bulls**t ‘hate’ that people with proper morals and beliefs get accused of. I’m talking about angry feminists, pro-abortion goons and other generally liberal hacks. I’m also talking about the pathetic 12-year olds who hide behind the Anon mask to send good people a silver dish of turds in textual form. 

I started for the fandoms, stayed to be a light in the dark, and left to free my mind from the stupidity.

How many of you does part of that describe? I’m guessing not too many, but if that’s you then at least you’re somewhat logical. Guess what! You’re the 1% of Tumblr users who use solid logic. The liberal goons on this site who promote the murder of the innocent unborn and want to take guns away from good civilians and take money away from those who’ve earned it and give it to those who haven’t…. They’re either:

  • Lying, because they know what they’re doing is wrong but there’s an agenda to meet, or
  • Stupid, because they blindly believe the lies of the people categorized above.

I’m not saying conservatives are perfect, but at least we can think for ourselves and have the decency to recognize that another person’s opinion is their own, even if it’s f**king stupid.

And the bottom line is, it doesn’t even matter at all.

You can’t argue with idiots. And if that offends you, then sorry (not sorry). If you think I’m calling you an idiot, there may be hope for you still. Furthermore, there may still be hope if you were offended by my descriptions above. There’s probably a flaw in your logic (and by ‘probably’, I mean a 98% chance). Stop and meditate to reflect on this, and go to the Lord for wisdom. Then ask your conservative friends for guidance. 

Am I being condescending? Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe go screw yourself. Because I really don’t care. It’s not uncommon for Tumblr to accuse someone with a good head on their shoulders as condescending. But that’s how this site works, isn’t it?

Here’s my challenge to you: Get off Tumblr for about 2 months. Delete the apps from your devices, remove the bookmark from your browser, delete your browsing history… everything that would take you to Tumblr, just remove it for a while. It’s okay, it will all be there when you go back to the cesspool. You won’t lose anything. Trust me, I’ve done it before. You can put it all back.

Go start a hobby or a small business or something. Prowl Pinterest or Instagram instead, maybe. Perhaps you’ll find more creativity in a less hateful environment. If you want to write about your personal life, start a WordPress blog or go to Facebook. Tumblr is rotting, and you don’t want a part in it if you’re a decent person.

I’m not going to argue any of these points.

This is a statement. If you even want me to think about a response, you sure as hell better not send me an Anon message. If you send Anon hate, f**k you. Unfollow me? I don’t care. This site means nothing to me, except for the handful of friends I’ve made here. If you’re one of them, and you’re still reading this message, we’re friends for a reason and I appreciate you. But my time on this site is drawing to a close. Please spread this message if it made any sense to you at all. Liberal s**t goes viral on this site, let’s send them a dose of reason.

Sometimes goodbye is a second chance.

This has been a PSA on Tumblr’s stupidity.

Thanks for reading.

If You Know Me And Like Me, This Post Is Not For You.

Disclaimer: This is going to be offensive to some people. I don’t care. Feel free to reblog or quote if you agree. Otherwise just read and pay attention.

Being away from Tumblr has shown me some things.

I stepped away from this God-forsaken site for a couple months, because it was sucking up my time and making me feel angry. You may ask why, since “Tumblr is such a great community where you can see pictures of cool fandoms and puppies and funny- “

NO. JUST NO.

Yes, Tumblr has decent parts, but it is so broken in so many more places. I’m not the only user to point out how hateful this site really is, in basically any section. For pretty much every thing you post, there will always be someone out there to dish out hate.

And I mean real hate, not the bulls**t ‘hate’ that people with proper morals and beliefs get accused of. I’m talking about angry feminists, pro-abortion goons and other generally liberal hacks. I’m also talking about the pathetic 12-year olds who hide behind the Anon mask to send good people a silver dish of turds in textual form. 

I started for the fandoms, stayed to be a light in the dark, and left to free my mind from the stupidity.

How many of you does part of that describe? I’m guessing not too many, but if that’s you then at least you’re somewhat logical. Guess what! You’re the 1% of Tumblr users who use solid logic. The liberal goons on this site who promote the murder of the innocent unborn and want to take guns away from good civilians and take money away from those who’ve earned it and give it to those who haven’t…. They’re either:

  • Lying, because they know what they’re doing is wrong but there’s an agenda to meet, or
  • Stupid, because they blindly believe the lies of the people categorized above.

I’m not saying conservatives are perfect, but at least we can think for ourselves and have the decency to recognize that another person’s opinion is their own, even if it’s f**king stupid.

And the bottom line is, it doesn’t even matter at all.

You can’t argue with idiots. And if that offends you, then sorry (not sorry). If you think I’m calling you an idiot, there may be hope for you still. Furthermore, there may still be hope if you were offended by my descriptions above. There’s probably a flaw in your logic (and by ‘probably’, I mean a 98% chance). Stop and meditate to reflect on this, and go to the Lord for wisdom. Then ask your conservative friends for guidance. 

Am I being condescending? Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe go screw yourself. Because I really don’t care. It’s not uncommon for Tumblr to accuse someone with a good head on their shoulders as condescending. But that’s how this site works, isn’t it?

Here’s my challenge to you: Get off Tumblr for about 2 months. Delete the apps from your devices, remove the bookmark from your browser, delete your browsing history… everything that would take you to Tumblr, just remove it for a while. It’s okay, it will all be there when you go back to the cesspool. You won’t lose anything. Trust me, I’ve done it before. You can put it all back.

Go start a hobby or a small business or something. Prowl Pinterest or Instagram instead, maybe. Perhaps you’ll find more creativity in a less hateful environment. If you want to write about your personal life, start a WordPress blog or go to Facebook. Tumblr is rotting, and you don’t want a part in it if you’re a decent person.

I’m not going to argue any of these points.

This is a statement. If you even want me to think about a response, you sure as hell better not send me an Anon message. If you send Anon hate, f**k you. Unfollow me? I don’t care. This site means nothing to me, except for the handful of friends I’ve made here. If you’re one of them, and you’re still reading this message, we’re friends for a reason and I appreciate you. But my time on this site is drawing to a close. Please spread this message if it made any sense to you at all. Liberal s**t goes viral on this site, let’s send them a dose of reason.

Sometimes goodbye is a second chance.

This has been a PSA on Tumblr’s stupidity.

Thanks for reading.

OKAY, FOLLOWERS!!! Drawing Challeeeeeeenge!

Basically send me a character description, and I will draw him/her and post it here!

Guidelines:

Guy or girl (though girl preferred).
Only 1 character – sorry, no couples this time!
Original character – no, I won’t draw Korra, Mako, or any Homestuck trolls.
Non-nude.
Not gay, please.

Send me:
Name
Hair color
Eye color
Skin color
Personality
Height
Body type
Description of clothes

Will only accept submissions from followers – new followers are okay though!

I’m looking forward to seeing what you come up with! Please send as non-Anon ask!