Monday, July 20, 2015

Riddles

Hey Everyone, I thought that today would be a good day for riddles!
So here are four for you.


This thing all things devours:
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;
Gnaws iron, bites steel;
Grinds hard stones to meal;
Slays king, ruins town,
And beats high mountains down.

The above, is a riddle that Gollum asks Bilbo. And some of you already know the answer, but if you don't that's ok; try to figure it out - take all the time you need! And after you solve that one. Try the next.
(I make no claim to these riddles, I found them all on the internet)

At night they come without being fetched, and by day they are lost without being stolen.


We hurt without moving. We poison without touching. We bear the truth and the lies. We are not to be judged by our size.What are we?


What happens when you throw a white ball in the black sea?





Well, that's it for now! Did you figure them out? The answers are below the pictures:









...Keep going...



















Time

Stars

Words

It gets wet. 

Friday, July 17, 2015

Five Fact Friday: Literature

1 - I can only write poetry that has something to do with death. I don't know why, but that's just how it is.
2 - I am currently reading The Plot That Thickened by P.G.Wodehouse; and Howls Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones.
3 - The next two books on my To Read list are: The Giver by Lois Lowry; and The Maze Runner by James Dashner.
4 - Reading is good for you (The dinosaurs didn't read, and look what happened to them!).
5 - EVERYONE should read the Sherlock Holmes books by Sir Aurthur Conan Doyle.

Monday, July 13, 2015

A Story: He Doesn't Fail

Howdy! I decided to post a story I wrote almost a year ago, in response to a writing prompt on Writer's Digest.
Let me know what you think! I hope you enjoy it! :) 


He Doesn’t Fail.

There it is again, the wolf like monster with glowing red eyes and bright green fangs dripping with bioluminescent saliva of the same color.

Our eyes locked the moment it appeared, and we now stare at each other willing the other to back down, to look away; but I know the stakes, and I know he doesn’t fail.

I’ve seen it in my dreams almost every night of the three years my family has lived in this house – though I had seen it before then as well.

If I blink a moment too long, look somewhere other than its eyes, or move too quickly, it’ll burst through the window, and devour me, tear apart my flesh, not bothering to kill me. My screams will sound like whimpers; and nothing – not even my bones – will be left in the morning.

I desperately want to believe this is another dream, but in my dreams the window is always closed, and right now not even a screen fills the hole between us.

“I must not blink, I must not look away,” I whisper “don’t blink, don’t look away,” I chant louder and louder.

The monsters ears twitch. I go louder still, hoping someone will hear and help me. My eyes are getting dry and burn fiercely, I want to blink. I risk it, my eyelids flash down and back up. The monster seems closer, but I’m not dead… yet…

I hear the clock tic out the minutes. I must stay awake.

The creature’s eyes glow brighter, and its’ tongue brushes over its’ razor sharp fangs. The ears swivel again.

We both cringe when a shrill whistle screeches nearby. The monster looks away first and I dive for my dresser, I yank open the bottom drawer and pull out the pistol I’m too young to have. I swing around and switch the safety off, just as it lunges through the window. It lands and knocks me on my back, I am dazed for a second but quickly return to pain as It, rips open my left shoulder. It’s legs pin me down but I manage to turn the gun towards It’s stomach and pulled the trigger three times as I scream in agony. Three more shots and It collapses on top of me knocking the wind out of my lungs.

The door opens and my whole family runs in guns drawn. Mom closes the window, and Dad and my brother drag the beast off of me. My little sister examines my wound; her whistle hangs around her neck.

“We got to get this fixed up,” she says the obvious “hospital or here?”

“Here,” I reply through gritted teeth, “I’d rather not have to explain this,”

In Which I Return And Talk Of Things

Hey everyone!

I apologize for disappearing without warning. I have an explanation! I was acting in a one week acting workshop, at the end of which we (the other kids and I) put on a production of The Giver by Lois Lowry. It was exhausting and amazing. And I got to work with wonderful people! And that is why I dropped off the face of Earth. But I am back now!

How are all of you? How are your writing endeavors? Are any of you participating in CampNaNo?
I am, and I am very behind in my word count; because of The Giver.

I am actually at Starbucks so I will try to have a writing session as soon as I finish this post.

I will try to have some interesting stuff up soon!

~Smithy out!