It snowed off and on all day today. None of it stuck, but what with that and the festive "Thriftmas" at the thrift shop I'm feeling Christmas-y. (Note that on our car ride home, it only snowed when we played Christmas music and did the Macarena. My brother's idea. I know what you're thinking.) So, I decided that, on the eve of the holiday month, I would post a satirical poem I cobbled together this morning. Enjoy.
***by the way: note that all Stranger Things references are blatant attempts to gratify the populace. I've never seen it.***
A Visit From St. Nicholas: 2017 Edition
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even our chow-chows.
The corporate stockings were hung by the electric fireplace with care,
In hopes that a whiskered, fat trespasser soon would be there.
Madrix and Abcde were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Snickers bars danced in their heads.
Ma with her wh…
I greet you from the darkest, blackest time of night. (Shh it's 9:20 but it's winter so that's like the equivalent of midnight. And I'm tired. So please no judgement.) I'm sorry I haven't posted in forever. I've just been busy with the holidays and school restarting and whatnot. And I went to London!!! And saw LES MIS!!!!
Yes, I saw the immortal Les Miserables. Yes, it was amazing. Yes, I will probably fangirl about it shortly.
But that's another post. For now, I am going to introduce you guys to the five types of OTPs!
OTP: "One True Pairing. Meaning the your favorite combination of characters in a fandom."
1. The Awkward This is, by far, the most common type of OTP, for two reasons. One, this appears often in books, and two, awkward OTPs are really, really adorable. Your textbook Awkward OTP knows, deep in their fictional hearts, that they love each other. Except they don't really fully realize …
Hey y'all! I wanted to share the first part of a short story I wrote called Learning to Live. Enjoy!
What a beautiful thing is a blank sheet of paper. What a possible thing. This is what Anna thought, the morning of the day she learned to live. It was a Sunday. Other people, Anna reflected, would be going to church. Anna was a disinterested agnostic. God seemed like something that happened to other people. Although today, He felt more possible than usual. If He was real, Anna wondered if this was how creation felt, a yellow pencil above a blank white sheet. The pencil tip, soft graphite, fell to the page. In sweeping lines, it wrote, “To Do”. “1. Algebra “2. Laundry “3. Book Club book” Anna sighed. Possibilities, lost. A blank sheet of paper is so disappointing once it’s marked. She often felt stuck in the frustrated rigmaroles of life. There were many things she wanted to do, but they never seemed to actually happen. Anna longed for a life that was not an equation. That was the beautiful …