I recently remembered this assignment from my Creative Writing class a couple of years ago and how fun it was, so I thought I’d give it another go–because I’m a strong, independent woman who can do whatever she wants (i.e., I’m bored and on winter break)–using only books that are sitting on my shelf right now.
Continue reading “43. From Once Upon a Time to Happily Ever After”
One more month until college is out for winter break, and I’m tired as heck from maintaining a 4.0 GPA (more like 3.9, but we can round up), so let’s talk Disney. And because I can’t stand reading anything else right now, I refuse to answer in anything other than visuals. Continue reading “The Happiest Quiz on Earth”
Stole this from Victoria at A Gathering of Dreams, because she’s a darling and
inadvertently let me. ❤ I will put out a language/other possible explicit content warning (*) for some of the songs I name.
Continue reading “30(ish) Songs”
I love coffee. I love books. I love answering questions. Here we go.
(Found this tag floating around the interwebs, and I think it originated here on YouTube. Also, I’ll link to some sort of synopsis of all the books if you wanna check them out.)
Continue reading “Coffee Book Tag”
He found the note taped to his bedroom window. Where it came from, he hadn’t a clue, but still he read the messy handwriting smudged with ink.
“Let’s do something tonight. You and me. Let’s teepee your neighbor’s house. Let’s hitchhike across the country with only 50 bucks in our pockets. Let’s graffiti the overpass on the freeway, or race carts in the grocery store and start a food fight. Let’s stand on the edge of a skyscraper and pretend to push each other off. Let’s get drunk in the dark and laugh till our heads can’t take it. Let’s drive off to nowhere and stick our heads out the windows, going 90 miles an hour. Let’s blast the music so loud the neighbors call the cops. Let’s buy plane tickets to Italy, or take a boat out on the ocean. Let’s hop on a freight train and hang off the sides. Let’s do something. Tonight.”
He shook his head in wonder. Only one person could write like this.
“You’re insane,” he murmured, folding the slip.
A bang of a door, a jingle of keys, and a ghost of a knock later, he peered down at her face in the shadowy doorway, eyes glinting gold amongst brown.
“Let’s do it all.”