What If Games

So...recently I found a way to stimulate my writing. Hurray! Sometimes I need the extra boost. Anyway, I realized the other day that I daydream a lot. No big shock, huh? I know, but I realized this fact as I was watching a special on Einstein. Now, I thought to myself, "If Einstein could call his daydreams 'thought experiments' and use them for his great works, why can't I call my daydreams 'what if games' and use them to garner plot ideas?" Well, the moral of my story is that just since realizing this stuff, I have come up with three new story ideas...I just don't have enough notebook space to follow up on them right now. When I get home I fully intend to continue with my what if games and see where they take me in the literary world.
Ok, so to play the what if game, just sit still for a moment...if you are good at focusing, then the place you are utilizing doesn't even need to be quiet. Sit still for a moment and close your eyes or focus on something that is fixed in your view, like a chair or something. Then, choose a thought. Mine tend to be, "If it were ten years from now, what would life be like for me?" or "If I lived in outer space in a billion years, what planet would I live on?" Once you choose a thought to follow, try to picture it in your mind. Don't forget details, that's where this gets fun. What does the moon smell like? How does the sun shine through the trees and onto a lake? Have fun.

Untitled Beginning Part 1

Lavender Flyswatter, that's my name. My parents named me Lavender just because they're nature freaks, but my last name has a longer story.
A super-long time ago, my ancestor Kina worked for this pharaoh guy. Her job, although a privilege, must have been extremely dull; she swatted the flies that swarmed around the pharaoh guy all day- and sometimes all night too. She was eventually banished by the Queen because the pharaoh guy got Kina pregnant and the Queen was jealous. So Kina wandered in the desert until she was found by a nomadic band that took her in. The sheik person recognized her from one of his trips to the palace and ever after, she and her son were known as Flyswatter. And her son's son. And his son's son. And so, after a long line of Flyswatter sons, I was born, the lone Flyswatter daughter.
My dad, Trivonius Flyswatter is the son of Clerval Flyswatter, who happens to be named after some guy in the book Frankenstein. Clerval was the first person to fly from Butte, Montana, to Phoenix, Arizona, hanging upside down. Now it's so common that no one remembers Grandpa.

quote from best english teacher ever!

I've spent almost every spare minute of my life playing Final Fantasy 5 for my brother's Gameboy SP for the past week. Know what my English teacher would say? "How adolescent of you." lol rofl...I think I'm tired and need to go to bed. :)

Wachoo!!!!

:) I don't know if I'm going to follow up on here very much.

Sleepiness

Well, lately, I've been pretty sleepy. And...it's showing in my writing. So...today I decided to do a writing exorcise. It's in my science book at school right now, but I post it when I remember to bring it home. Ug...it also means I have to re-vamp all of my story that I've written in the past two months.

Oh, darn!

Ever have so much to do that you don't have enough time to immerse yourself in your writing? I mean, it might take you a minute or two to get into the story again, and by the time you get those juices flowing, you have to go study for a test or go to bed or something. RAWR Oh, well. I'll have time eventually.

Battle Hymn of the Burrito

One day my little brother killed the house and then the school.
He burned two burritos. Then he tried to kill my cool.
He burned those tasty pastries, but forgot one fatal rule:
He left the oven on!

Glory, glory charred burrito!
Glory, glory hallelujah!
Glory, glory charred burrito!
He left the oven on!

I woke up in the morning to the smoke and to the flames.
I thought it was the puppy, but it’s not his turn for blame.
It was my little brother who burned the house that day:
He left the oven on!!!

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I smelled like burnt burrito for all of school that day.
When I get home, that little boy will have a lot to pay.
He ruined my favorite shirt and he ruined my favorite way.
He left the oven on!!

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Excerpt 2 GoS

Elendra did not hear what was spoken next; she was so deep in her thoughts. If the agreement or whatever it was had taken place ten years before, they could not mean Alana. She, Elendra, had been the only daughter until six years before. The gravelly voice broke into her thoughts:

“Come, man. We will not harm your daughter, but she is the payment we demand.”

Fair voice seemed to think a gentler approach was needed, as he said, “My dear sir, I cannot promise that you will ever see or hear from the girl again, but I can promise that she will be taken care of well. We would not claim such a fair young woman unless we were sure that we could care for her.”

“Well, if she is at all willing to go, I suppose she must. Will you promise to give her the choice to stay or go?” John sounded resigned.

“We will promise no such thing,” declared gravel voice, but fair voice said, “We will not force her if she completely does not wish to go. I will not have a blubbering woman on my hands, but if she will go without kicking and screaming, she must come with us. She is desired by our Master.”

“Very well. Return at dawn, and she will depart with you then.”

“No. She must come with us now.” Gravel voice sounded as if he had a deadline, and fair voice proved it by saying, “Alas, Ranger is right. We must have the girl tonight if we are to make it to our Master in time.”

James and Jadewell had been staring at Elendra in horror, but rushed to their room once the heard chairs scraping against the stone kitchen floor. A moment after, Elendra followed suit. Alana looked at her sister once, then began begging to know what had happened.

“Lennie, what’s wrong? Is anyone killt?”

“It’s ‘killed’, but hush now, Alana or we’ll both be in trouble. You’ll know in a moment.”

Elendra’s unusually harsh voice put an end to any questions, and soon, footsteps could be heard in the hall. The door opened, and two grey-clad men walked in. one was tall and appeared thin in the pale moonlight, but the other was short and thick. Even in the dim lighting, Elendra could see his bulging muscles. The former spoke first, and a body was put to the fair voice.

“Hello, daughter of John. We have come to take you to our Master. How long will you need to gather provisions for one day?”

The short man made an impatient noise then said in his voice of gravel, “You have one hour to ready yourself. We leave at the stroke of midnight.”