Tuesday, September 30, 2014

NEW CAST of Characters....

I've officially started a new series of short stories that, for now, I am calling the Resistance Chronicles.

It's allegorical, centering on four characters that each have their own struggles and strengths, and focuses on real world problems put in a dystopian setting.

But that's the boring part. You want to see the fun part.

Here we go!!

This is Zayla, the newest recruit for the Resistance. She struggles with anxiety on a day to day-- rather, a moment to moment basis. But when she can move past her fear-- she's really one of the bravest, most loyal people around.

Monday, September 22, 2014


I just wanted to share my FitzSimmons fanfiction with you. It's finished and ready to read. It's my theory on what FitzSimmons will become in this next season, starting tomorrow!!
Have fun!


Friday, September 19, 2014

Parody of Baa Baa Black Sheep

I got an assignment to write a parody of a nursery, rhyme in school. How could I resist a Doctor Who parody?

Parody of Baa Baa Black Sheep

Knock, Knock, Doctor, have you any plan?
Yes, dear, Yes dear, just take my hand,
We run from the aliens and rescue your friends,
Save all the people from terrible ends,
Knock, Knock Doctor, have you any plan?
Yes, dear, Yes, dear, just take my hand.

Wake up Dalek, have you any hate?
Yes, puny human, EXTERMINATE!
Exterminate the Doctor and every other race,
Exterminate the people in every other place,
Wake up, Dalek, have you any hate?
Yes, puny human, EXTERMINATE!

Hey there Cyberman, have you any soul?
Affirmative, human, but not anymore.
It was taken from me, when I was upgraded,
Now I’m just a robot, and generally hated.
Hey there Cyberman, have you any soul?
Affirmative human, but not anymore.

Come along, Companion, do you want to see the world?
Yes, sir, Yes sir, the young lady twirled,
Take me to a planet that I’ve never seen,
Or show me a nebula, swirling and green.
Come along, Companion, do you want to see the world?
Yes, sir, yes Sir! The young lady twirled.

Saturday, September 13, 2014

Thanks to a newly formed facebook group, I'm going to get inspiration for Some Flash Fiction every week!!
So maybe I'll even post some of it. :)
Here's the one I did yesterday.

No, not again!
I cringed as I felt the sear of pain on my hand as another scar appeared.
But I hadn’t meant it! It just—slipped.
I examined the new mark across the back of my hand. It wasn’t my first, and surely wouldn’t be my last. I sighed as I ran my finger along the scar. This was the consequence of hateful words—a scar on my skin. I rolled over on my dusty mattress. At the end of the day, anything I had said that left an emotional scar on someone else would leave a literal scar on me.
Whether I meant it or not doesn’t matter. I said it. And now everyone can see what I’ve done.
There was only one thing I could do. I couldn’t make it go away, not once the words left my mouth; but I could make it fade. I had to go to the source—I had to confront him. I had to apologize.
But I can’t. I don’t want to.
I ran my fingers through my hair. I had spent hours working on our project. I did all the woodworking. I used the power tools. I got splinters all over my fingers and arms. All he had to do was paint it. He just needed to add the final touches; but he destroyed it. I still couldn’t imagine how it happened, but I knew one thing: we would fail the assignment.
I had every right to be upset.
He had come to me, arms trembling as he held the broken pieces of what had been a perfect scale model. He had glanced from my eyes to the pieces to the floor, embarrassed and speechless. My face had flushed, my pulse quickened, and my muscles clenched. That’s when it happened. I exploded. In that moment, I thought I hated him, and I made that clear.
But I don’t hate him.

I glanced at my new scar. It was larger and uglier than the rest. I had to apologize. I had to make this better. If not for my own self, for him. Because if my scar looked this bad, my words had hurt him even worse.