Back on my iPod like I do. Everything is so much cleaner on iOS on this app it's unreal literally no effort in Android compatibility. Also the auto correct ah I missed not having to use perfect grammar and syntax, but still seeming like I did.
I give up this story is shit I had this other amazing idea It was the best I was so excited But then I forgot it I'm so angry
I remember two stories I started and forgot to update.... But they were pretty cool to me is it okay with every ody to bump one while I work on an Update??
Monologue from legend George Carlin, if anyone is interested in one of the best writers ever, which is what he really was nearer to the end of his career; and with such a mindset, wrote this bit. “I’m a modern man. A man for the millenium. Digital and smoke free. A diversified multicultural postmodern deconstructionist, politically, anatomically, and ecologically incorrect. I’ve been uplinked and downloaded, I’ve been inputted and outsourced. I know the upside of downsizing I know the downside of upgrading. I’m a high tech lo-life. A cutting-edge, state-of-the-art, bi-coastal multitasker and I can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond. I’m new wave but I’m old school and my inner child is outward bound. I’m a hotwired, heatseaking, warmhearted cool customer, voice activated and biodegradable. I interface with my database and my database is in cyberspace, so I’m interactive, I’m hyperactive, and from time to time I’m radioactive. Behind the eight ball, ahead of the curve, riding the wave, dodging the bullet, and pushing the envelope. I’m on point, on task, on message, and off drugs. I got no need for coke and speed. I got no urge to binge and purge. I’m in the moment, on the edge, over the top, but under the radar. A high concept, low profile, medium range ballistic missionary. A streetwise smartbomb. A top-gun bottom feeder. I wear power ties; I tell power lies; I take power naps; I take victory laps. I’m a totally ongoing bigfoot, slamdunk rain maker with a pro-active outreach, a raging workaholic, a working rage-a-holic, out of rehab and in denial. I got a personal trainer, a personal shopper, a personal assistant, and a personal angenda. You can’t shut me up, you can’t dumb me down, cause I’m tireless and I’m wireless. I’m an alpha-male on beta-blockers. I’m a non-believer and an overacheiver, laid-back but fashion foward, up front, down home, low rent, high mantinence, supersize, long lasting, high definition, fast acting, oven ready, and built to last. I’m a hands on, footloose, knee-jerk headcase, prematurely postraumatic, and I have a love child who sends me hate mail. But I’m feeling; I’m caring; I’m healing; I’m sharing; a supportive, bonding, nurturing, primary caregiver. My output is down, but my income is up. I take a short position on the long bond and my revenue stream has its own cash flow. I read junk-mail; I eat junk food; I buy junk bonds; I watch trash sports. I’m gender specific, captial intensive, user friendly, and lactose intolerant. I like rough sex; I like tough love; I use the f-word in my email, and the software on my hard drive is hardcore; no soft porn. I bought a microwave at a minimall; I bought a minivan at a megastore. I eat fast food in the slow lane. I’m toll free, bite size, ready to wear, and I come in all sizes; a fully equipped, factory authorized, hospital tested, clinically proven, scientifically formulated medical miracle. I’ve been pre-washed, pre-cooked, pre-heated, pre-screened, pre-approved, pre-packaged, post-dated, freeze-dried, double wrapped, vacuum packed, and I have an unlimited broadband capacity. I’m a rude dude but I’m the real deal, lean and mean, cocked, locked, and ready to rock; rough, tough, and hard to bluff. I take it slow; I go with the flow; I ride with the tide; I got glide in my stride; driving and moving, sailing and spinning, jiving and grooving, wailing and winning. I don’t snooze, so I don’t lose. I keep the pedal to the metal and the rubber on the road. I party hardy and lunchtime is crunchtime. I’m hanging in, there ain’t no doubt, and I’m hanging tough, over and out.”
Three interviews today! -_A_-IJokerAbuseSantasElves's Interview Me: How are you today? Alex: I'm doing good, what about you? Me: I'm doing good, thank you for asking. Let's start with a simple question. How long haven you've been on Fan Fiction? Alex: Since June 12, 2012 but I used to have about 2 accounts before one which I created in October 2011 and the other march 13,2012 Me: You've been around pretty long, how much has Fan Fiction changed since you started? Alex: It has changed alot. Now a days less stories are being made but before there were around 7-10 stories made in half a day I miss those days but not missing when there were about 5-7 Rp's on the first page, that literally pissed me off but now everything is cool. Me: Haha yes I remember those days, but yes so many Rps back then too. It was a bit overwhelming. Do you prefer Fan Fiction as it is now or in the past? Alex: ?I'm in between being that before Fan Fiction was more active back then but also prefer now because there are less Rp?even though some Rp that are in there are bothering, and no Life Rp and Hp Rp don't bother me it's the others Me: Haha yeah, the Hp Rp have become quite active. Did you remember when it first came out? And did you ever thought that it would become this active and this long? Alex: ?Not even close I wasn't even here when it came out, if I would had played I by then I would had known but I didn't start coming to Fan Fic until June 6,2012.it was around 43000 pages when I first found out about the Rp, my mouth just dropped Open when I first saw how many pages It had Me: My mouth was exactly the same, I was like "Oh my god, even KaW's longest thread wasn't that long." You don't seem to write a lot of stories, why is that? Alex: ?I been asking myself that too, maybe because I'm pissed off that last year one of my most favorite story was deleted by a mod maybe ?I never found it and maybe I still hold a grudge toward that. And maybe because my stories aren't really that goodI really am thinking of writing one maybe a fan Fic about pokemon or a random horror story Me: Haha what story was it? You should write more though, I liked your Daylight one. Do you write at home for fun or is it pretty much the same? Alex: ?Infected a zombie storyI write for fun and as a hobby. I pretty much have to thank my 7th grade teacher and the library who taught me the fun of writing and reading booksI read every single book in that library Me: I didn't see that one Same here, I do plan on becoming a Writer someday too but it's not my main focus. Okay so this question might take you by surprise but don't be scared by it. Alex: You didn't saw it because it was deletedand ask away I'm an open minded person Me: Haha that too Okay what are your opinions on flying pigs? Alex: ?I have just question to ask back. Are they good to cook?they sound like they would be delicious Me: I don't know I'll ask someone, I know a guy What are your hobbies? Alex: You better ?my hobbies are reading,writing and annoying peopleJk but yeah reading,writing and maybe just maybe playing video games but I barely do it now a days. My head is heading toward graduating this year and getting out of high school. Yes now or never and about that I have nothing against people that make grammar and spelling mistakes because I also have the same problem, so I'm just gonna keep my mouth shut cause I have the same problems Me: Yes it is better to say nothing rather than offend someone. So I talked to my guy and he said that they're better than regular bacon and that if you eat it, you'll fly! Alex: Fly monkey here I come I better fly or I'm gonna hunt him or you down Me: Wait why me? He's the one that told me! Alex: Cause you're the one who told me about the flying pigsanyways back to the questions, I feel like we are off track Me: Haha yeah it's okay, it's part of the interview. What are your advice on getting rid of Writer's Block? Alex: Keep on writing and writing don't give a damn about writers block or just wait for inspiration Me: Well that's one way to look at it. What inspires you to write and where do your ideas come from? Alex: What happens around me and some ideas come from anime I watch or manga I readI make it like a Fan Fic but a little bit different. Nah that's a lie I would never do that, but it just depends on what's happening around me and what type of emotion I'm feeling Me: Otakus unite!!! You got me for a second there I was going to respond but then you texted that Well everyone have different ways to come up with ideas. What type of Genres do you like to write? Alex: Everything but not historical or non fiction I just don't like those type of genres I was against Romance before but then I realized that almost every story I make has something like harem in it Me: Haha I just realized that Daylight story of yours was a harem. Do you find yourselves constantly having problems making decisions for your story? Alex: ?Tons of problems such as what the beginning should I always come up with the ending of a story first but the beginning is hard for me at times Me: What about the middle? Does the ideas come naturally or is it hard? Alex: I just go with the flow of the story as the story progresses the plot of what's gonna happen becomes clearer Me: How do you write your stories? Do you start at the beginning and finish that part and then edit or finish the story and edit or edit chapter by chapter? Do you like to plunge into a story or take time letting the character live his or her everyday life before putting the character into a specific situation? Alex: I like writing it when everything around me is quiet, I used to do that but I was told to just write a story and edit it once I'm finish with itand the last part I just like when the action begins right away Me: Are there any projects or stories you're working on right now? If there is mind giving us an exclusive sneak peek? Alex: A pokemon Fan Fic, 2high school type action story that are different but have somewhat of the same mood when you begin to read it and I don't give sneak peek unless I'm sure the story is gonna be good enough to write it on fan fiction Me: Haha that's too bad Okay any writing advice to our readers? Any advice to me to improve on interviews? Alex: Don't think of writing as a hobby, consider it a job because it's something you may have to do when you get older?and Raven you're fine with the way you do the interviewsthis goes to everyone make sure to have fun writing or interviewing, let the readers feels as if they were the one in the story or in the interview Me: Haha thank you! My guy just called me again, you know the guy about the flying pigs? Yeah he said that they discovered a whole new rare species of flying pigs. Apparently their bacon is so delicious that it tastes like heaven Also it let's you fly all the way into space to meet the flying pigs aliens, they're even more delicious. Alex: ?Damn I'm gonna find meself one I so wanna fly and be perverted Jk. Me: Thank you Alex for lending me your time for this interview! Have a good rest of the day or night! I'll go catch you a flying pig! I know that guy too! Alex: I will be waiting to get myself one or ? bang bang to you and your guy and no problem it was fa pleasure answer the questionI had fun while answering them Me: Haha I had fun interviewing you as well! Goodbye! And have a great day! We interrupt this interview with a message!! We've been invaded by Goggles wearing Flying Pigs! Bacon all around and free sunglasses!! Thank you for your time! Now back to the interview! Jennete/Jenni_101's Interview Me: How are you today? Jen: I was very bored till you got on haha Me: Haha glad I could be of service. Well let's start off with something easy. How long have you've been on Fan Fiction? Jen: Agh??Okay I am not that good with Dates so this may be a little wrong but I believe it was not last years Summer but the Summer before that. Sooo about two years a Year and a half Me: Haha it's alright. How has Fan Fiction changed from when you first started? Jen: Well when I first was lurking, it was filled with Stories that I could read, that went on and on and were amazing haha. They had a plot that was always expanding and always kept you interested. Also there were a lot of Pedos when I was on so that was fun The RPs weren't as complicated or as demanding as they were now. I remember the first Rp I was in was called Small Town Rp. All you had to do was just RP your life in a small town and everyone who came on was included in a big group not these idk.... Mini groups or pairs haha. Now I think we still have good starts of stories but no one is finishing like they use too and the RPs have to become bigger and grander so that they aren't labled "Unoriginal". Fan Fiction has changed a lot and idk... Some maybe for the better but a lot has gone down hill Me: I agree, it has been down lately and is becoming less and less active. I remember the Small Town Rp That was about time I came around and made my Camp Rp. What part of Fan Fiction today would you change? Jen: I am a True Rper at heart so I guess I would change the unwritten rule about Redo's haha, bring back some awesome RPs and idk... Maybe teach these youngsters (God I feel so old now even though I am like newb a little still haha) what a good Rp looks like. Me: Haha that's understandable. I am an Roleplayer at heart as well. Have you've always wanted to write? When did you first started writing? Jen: I started writing in I would like to say the Third grade, our teacher would give us 20 minutes each day to write one story and we had to finish it in two weeks. This was never doable for me because I like idk... Wrote a lot haha. Writing is something I enjoy and I think is a fun way to be creative for me. Even if I suck at it sometimes haha Me: It's good that you started that early, I started around 5th and 6th grade. Well I'm about to ask you a question that's very serious. I want you to take it very seriously okay? Jen: I promise Me: Okay Here I go Do you like beans? Jen: Yes haha, but only with Bacon lol Me: Bacon is delicious What are your hobbies? Jen: Reading, eating Bacon lol, Yoga, buying books, Annnd Acting Me: Haha you're a pretty active person heh? Do you like critiquing? Jen: Lol Yes I guess, and No I don't haha basically because I think there are more people out there who know what they are talking about to critique a story. I like praising the things that the Author did right so that even though they know there are some thing to work on there are also things that they did amazingly awesome haha Me: Well of course, their needs to be people who critiques and people who praise, it balances things out. What is your advice on getting rid of Writer's Block? Jen: Okay Writers block haha.... Ooohh my. Well what I do may seem very..um wrong? Haha Me: Haha how is that? It's okay you can tell me Jen: Well when I can't write anymore or I don't know what to write, I just write somethi else. I pick a color or topic or maybe even a random thing and I write about it. I create a new story, and right when I turn it into something awesome and I am at my height of Creativness on that story I go straight to the update and write the darn thing. It's like getting on a Writing High and idk... Using it for the story that matters. Me: That was a bit confusing but still very interesting! Do you think that beans will invade the world someday? Jen: I totally think that they won't because we would eat them all haha Me: True true, what inspires you to write? Where do your ideas come from? Jen: Honestly I have no idea, Mostly I read books or sevral books and I think of little things I want to happen like; Well why didn't they steal her as a Child? Why can't Fairies be evil? Or sometimes I see Movie titles and have no clue what the movie is and just write a story I think would go with that title. My brain is just weird like that haha Me: No it's not weird, it's creative and it's curious. I see that you're interested in Fairies. What brought this on? Have you've always been interested in them? Jen: I have been Interested in Fairies since I was a little Girl and my Grand father got me a book on good and Bad fairies. It made me wonder about how fairies could be bad and then the more I grew up and the more I reserched it the more and more I grew interested in the Dark world of the Fae. I think that with so many different types, You can't run out of different characters and stories to create on them haha Me: That's a sweet and nice backstory What types of Genre do you like to write? Jen: I personally like Mystery Romance and Supernatural and of course anything Fae haha Me: Do you ever find yourself faced with problems with making decisions for your story? Jen: All the Time haha. I think though that when you lay down an Idea and you start writing and suddenly you are way off course heading to who knows where, Thats when you know your Story is Living and Breathing and Alive and I personally always think that The Story knows Best. So I just forget the Plan and ride the ride Me: Haha that's a good and creative way to look at it. Is there any projects or stories you're working on right now? Jen: Well I have been debating on writing an update on an Old Story called A Third Hand on Page 22 I think but Right now I am just writing little poems and Stories and Rping haha Me: That's okay, well when you're ready to update, I'll make sure to look out for it. Any writing advice for our writers? Any advice for me on interviews? Jen: Just write about what you Know, No one want to watch you try to talk about something you don't know or understnad. As for you lol, Maybe interview on how to Rp better, But that is just because I personally want better Rp people out and about to hand and chat with haha Me: Thank you for the advice Jen! I'll definitely keep that in mind!! Last question to wrap things up. What do you think about a Bacon Rp? I hear they're trending. Jen: Omg if Someone Made a Bacon Rp I Would Join and eat all of the Bacon and then probablly be Banned haha Me: Hear that people? Now get off your asses and make her a Bacon Rp. Thank you Jen for a lovely interview and lending me your time! Have a great rest of the day! This interview brought to you by.... Turkey Bacon. Thank you for tuning in. Mr_FairyTale's Interview Me: Hello, how are you today? FairyTale: Great, you? Me: I'm great, thank you. Let's start off with an easy question. How long have you've been on Fan Fiction? FairyTale: Hmm pretty much when I started a year and 4 months ago. Might've been a few months in. Me: That's a pretty good timeline, how much have Fan Fiction changed in your opinion? FairyTale: When I first found fan fiction I was like "Whoa! So many stories, pretty good rp's!" But that was before rp's began overrunning everything and the amount of readers, writers and stories altogether dropped to what it is now. Me: You're not the first person to say that, do you miss the old Fan Fiction? FairyTale: Yeah, I mean back then a story would get so many readers it'd have to go to different pages while rp's were active and not constantly dying. Me: Yes it is a bit sad. Did you ever imagine becoming a writer? When did you first started writing? FairyTale: I first started writing in 5th grade but I wasn't as good then. Me: What are your hobbies? FairyTale: Wrestling, Football, Soccer, Playing Video Games, Listening to music, and hanging out with friends. Me: Those are nice hobbies you got there Do you like to critique? FairyTale: Well that depends, does the story have flaws that could've made a certain action or plot impossible? Does the story have the wrong name for an object? Or if the story/rp makes absolutely no sense whatsoever. Me: Good answer (Readers keep that in mind ) How do you write your stories? Do you start at the beginning and finish that part and then edit or finish the story and edit or edit chapter by chapter? Do you like to plunge into a story or take time letting the character live his or her everyday life before putting the character into a specific situation? FairyTale: So if you read any of my past or current stories, I like the dive right in so people don't get the wrong ideas. I edit chapter by chapter well to be honest, I actually take an hour off my daily life and type then have it edited and boom, posted. I personally don't recommend any of the things I said but hey that's my style. Me: True true, it's a good style, don't let anyone say anything else. I want you to get ready for a question, it's a very important question okay? FairyTale: Yes I was born ready. Me: How do you feel about SpiderMonkeys? Do you believe they are real? I heard they're really rare! FairyTale: ._. Come again? Me: Do you believe in SpiderMonkeys? (This is the random part of the interview *hint* *hint*) FairyTale: Ummm ._. spider monkeys are a very very poop flinging, remind you of your worse nightmare animal Me: We'll avoid random topics yeah? I can see you're a serious interviewee FairyTale: Just bad blood with spider monkeys Me: Oh okay Anyways back to the regular questions. What inspires you to write? Where do your ideas come from? FairyTale: I'm gonna tell you a secret. My ideas actually come from out of nowhere like I could be watching tv and voila story pops up. My readers inspire me to write I know it sounds like something a writer would always say but I actually mean it. I love the comments I get from writing Me: That's great! It's good that your readers inspires you. What type of Genres do you like to write? FairyTale: I like to dabble in everything except for romance. Romance is not my style at all. But my favorite genres are Sci-fi/action. Me: I think we need more Sci-Fi stories, there's been a surge of Horror movies lately. Do you find yourself with problems of making decisions for your stories? FairyTale: Not really, if I find a story perfect to me and I could build up on it, I'll use it. Me: That's good, it's nice to have that. I always have problems with mine. What is your advice for getting rid of Writer's Block? FairyTale: Oh man that's tough. I would have to say look at the last thing you wrote and type the first thing that comes to mind. Me: Does that trick work for you? FairyTale: Yes and no. I could build up on certain things instantly while at other times it takes days or weeks to master it Me: I often find myself with Writer's Block constantly Do you have any project or stories you're working on? FairyTale: Yes, yes I do I'm writing a story titled Fatal Perception and I am thinking of going to write a one shot about something I think is very serious to me. Me: Well I can't wait for the next update of Fatal Perception and I can't wait for your one-shot! Any writing advice for our readers and any advice for me to make interviews more interesting and fun? FairyTale: Okay writing advice... Do not ever I mean, DO NOT EVER write about something that you are not comfortable with! Advice for you.... Have witty questions and more random questions Me: Alright you heard it from him folks! Here are a last few questions to wrap things up. Do you love bacon? Do you think that bacon is actually cow meat? Do you think bacon will eventually take over the world because everyone loves it so much? FairyTale: One answer. BACON! That is it ^_^ Me: Thank you for lending me your time and yourself for this interview! Have a nice rest of the day or night! Have a Bacon Day!!
I'm surprised no one had mentioned anything about the Bacon. And if you want to be interviewed then just message me and tell me what time you're available at. Those interviews are going to be it for today. If you want to be interviewed tomorrow then just give me a heads up.
Can someone give me an opinion on this piece? It's not near done and needs some work but the tone, theme, etc. Part One: Naïve There is a lot to be said, about the merits of ceilings, or more specifically, ceiling tiles. They hold the roof up, often have little speckles that make constellations, they hold up the lights. Also there are dead bugs in said lights. Which is gross. I should probably stop staring at it. I have a crick in my neck, anyways. There isn’t much else to look at, in retrospect. At least the kids around me don't have bugs in their teeth, (I hope). They are, however, teenagers, and scarier than bugs. Woe is me and all of that. I watch Felix out of the corner of my eye, because god knows I’m not turning my head. He’s talking, in a loud, conspicuous whisper, maybe trying to sound suave. I’m half certain he’s trying to pick up a girl. I reluctantly turn my head a fraction to the left. Ah, yes, he is. She’s the foreign exchange student, one that looks more like bone than flesh and blood. Speaks proper English, and looks at him like he’s the gum she accidentally touched under her desk. (That happens a lot; kids are heathens). I go back to ignoring them as she hisses at him with her colorful swear words. The clock holds my attention. It's a bit cheap looking, and twitches a lot. Time always passes a bit too slowly. It’s probably just me. The world around always moves so fast in comparison, like how months melt into years or how snow turns to baking ground in a blink of an eye. But minutes like these are always the hardest to pass by; it’s an inverse relationship. This is a universal observation. We’re all so alike. It’s a little unnerving, if I’m completely honest. Which is a stupid turn of phrase, because absolutely no one is completely honest, who are we kidding? We are built on little white lies; they’re practically in our DNA, hardwired into us like the way we all know how to smile or say bless you when someone sneezes. It might be societal; it might be instinctual, though probably a bit of both, since the two are basically constantly at war with each other. I rub my chin. God, I should really shave, I lament, but I keep forgetting. I ponder this absently. “Can I borrow a pencil?” a wayward voice, drifting in the slow swirl of the fan. It’s hot for October. I look over to the girl on my right, who blinks, left hand twitching. “Oh, um, sure,” I reply, though the request doesn’t necessitate me saying anything. I hand over the one rolling uselessly on my desk, a little chewed at the eraser end, (sometimes I disgust myself). It’s a suitable number two pencil, graphite end dull and marks over the number two where it pressed up wrong against something in my backpack. The girl takes the pencil thoughtfully, not minding the subtle bite marks on the end or at least not showing it, and takes to writing, face pressed up against the desk. Her hair is dark, and her skin is pale, nose delicate and a little dimpled. Her name is Vivian as far as I can recall, associated with one Neil Sheldon. I turn my head before she can get uncomfortable. The girl directly in front of me is talking to someone else, mouth moving imperceptibly. The other person looks thoroughly bored but I guess that’s a part of his allure, that, and he’s got a strange Icelandic name. He closes his eyes, and has almost transparent eyelids. Einir stares at the girl, Tanya, placatingly. Her hands flutter like butterflies, shadows everywhere. She is one of those people who seem intelligent, if she could please just use English correctly. I tilt my head to look at my teacher at her angle. She is grading papers, eyes eternally disapproving. She’s an old bat who was probably alive during the Civil Rights movement. Her lips purse, red pen moves like lightning. There is a lot to be said about teachers who become teachers and then realize they really shouldn’t be teachers. Ms. Watterson is one of them. I empathize with her. Really, I do, in-between the gnawing fear of becoming her. My pencil is slipped gently back into place. Vivian gives me a smile, which I return, only slightly confused. I blink, and she’s already turned away, presumably looking at Neil. He's the squeaky sort, meek shoulders, dark hair, unfortunately large nose. He's incredibly good with computers, and that's the extent of my knowledge. I push my glasses up absently. I think I'm fond of the two, except we don’t talk. They seem easy enough to get along with. But only the two of them together. They're fairly inseperable, glued together by some magnetic force. I settle on the clock again; it reads 15:40. My father taught me military time, it simply makes more sense, he insists, to this day. My mother commandeered my sister's education and let public school do the training, much to my father’s dismay. I wince at the thought of my younger sister, who has no class and I refuse to associate with. Honestly, ten year olds. Everyone should just skip to thirty-five. Life would be much less of a hassle. The teenager parts anyways. The bell rings. Ms. Watterson calls my name, and I look back at her, mildly perturbed. Someone touches me in passing, a brief touch to my back right pocket, so light I barely notice it. Quickly it submerges in my subconcious, possibly never to be seen again. “I have a proposition for you, Ethan.” She says shortly, and I tilt my head at her, wondering vaguely why she said my name again. Her glare pierces my very soul. Her skin is like leather, dark eyes bright. I think maybe she's excited. “Ms. Watterson, I didn’t expect you to be so forward.” I blurt, not thinking. She looks slightly disgusted, partially because this is unexpected from me. Always think before speaking. “Boy, don’t try me. I was wondering if you’ve read the Catcher in the Rye.” It is as much of a question as she seems to be able to form. “Oh, no, I haven’t,” “Would you like to?” She sits forward intensely. “Oh, um, sure, I don’t see why not.” I blink, and she nods. “I’ll get you a copy soon, I expect you to finish, and then come see me when you have.” She instructs rather excitedly, or at least I think. I frown a bit, a flash of confusion before I nod, and stumble out. This is strange, definitely. Usually her mouth doesn’t twitch like that. Maybe she’s off her medication. Good for her, then, I suppose. Satisfied with my obvious answer, I plod down the staircase, lingering to avoid the slowly thinning crowd. Stragglers amble around like bloated penguins, a byproduct of the heat. Again, it’s October, almost November. I blame the Midwest, I really do. Whoever was useless enough to settle here ought to be barred from history. We should’ve just left it to the buffalo. Bison have never done anything to anyone. Except maybe poo on someone’s shoe, but even buffalo chips are useful. Enlightening as always, Ethan, I tell myself, and my feet hit pavement with a squeaky noise. Tennis shoes. What are you going to do. Walking is a bad idea. It always is. But, I suppose it’s good for my health. Also for the safety of the passerby. Living a few blocks away from school has this advantage. And that's pretty much it, now that I think about it. I examine the cement, still not a safe distance away from the institution. There is a muffled sob that captures my attention, for a split second. There is a girl, with fire truck red hair and brown roots, tucked into a sticky bench. I blink; recognition, math, right. Her name starts with an A. I duck my head quickly and focus on keeping my footsteps even. I don't know why, though. I suppose I could do the gentlemanly thing; inquire, hand her a handkerchief, smile dolefully at her, something like that. Unfortunately I don’t have a handkerchief and I’m incapable of gentile anything. I feel inadequate. Shuffling past it is. Walking is nice. Hot, however, is not. I amble through, feeling a bit sticky, focusing on the pattern my feet make. Sidewalks, little cracks spidering from weak points, a handprint serving as my marker. Almost home. The grass of my neighbor's lawn is dry looking, yellowy patches mixed in with brown. Our lawn isn't much better, greenish yellow color, more evenly spread. I look up now, blue house with yellow shutters. It's been the same for ten years now hasn't it. Strange to think about. Quick pace, blessed air conditoning awaits. Up the slightly creaky steps, onto the porch, key in lock, turn swiftly. A gust of air hits my face first, relaxing shoulders, deep breath. Toe off shoes, drop backpack near the banister of the stairs. Blinking, I clean my glasses off on my shirt, which is a little damp with sweat, pretty gross I might add, and heap onto the livingroom couch under the vent. My dad opts for take out, a staple in our house when mom is gone. She's on a business trip, which she has more often. Lynn looks like she wants to complain, but pouts in silence. She's always been more attached to mom. The two of them have a thing for health food, which accounts for the overabundance of green things in our fridge. It's not bad, but dad's always tired. He orders and then goes to sleep. For my part, I just retreat into my room. Everything's always different when mom's not around I guess. It's when I'm just taking my pants off to go to bed, that I realize there's something in my pocket. The sensation rises to the surface, fuzzy but understandable. Right, note in my pocket. I grab my glasses from their haphazard perch on my dresser, floorboards creaking under my feet. "It's real." That's all it says. Neat penmanship. A little crumpled, and smudged. I blink. Whatever that means. I narrow my eyes, turn it over in my hand. I drop my pants anyways and lay on my bed, still feeling a sticky after a shower. Laying down in the darkness of my room, I contemplate the possibilities. Maybe it wasn’t meant for me. Maybe I’m missing something. It probably wasn’t meant for me. Probably..
That was the first time in a while that I read a writer's whole post, usually I just skim their stories, getting the important details of the story. I liked, it intrigued me. A few grammar and perhaps spelling mistake, I was too much into the story to notice that much. Make sure to put dialogue as a different paragraph. Ex: I wandered the corridors but accidentally bumps into someone as I turned the corner. I looked down at the person, a girl, I held my hand out to her, helping her up silently. "Sorry." I mumbled before walking away. Then start a new paragraph, just in case you didn't know what I meant. Also shorten up your paragraphs as well, don't overwhelm a reader with too much in one paragraph, shorten them up to make it easier to read. But overall I liked it, I read it word for word. It definitely intrigued me, your writing style and the way you tell your story intrigued me. I hope there's more.
Only problem with that is if you write too much dialogue is it just takes up space and makes the post feel longer than it is