CWWC #5 ~ Superhero

Hey Dreamers! You guessed it! Another CWWC post.  I might not be posting as much for a few weeks.  Since school is starting, I don’t want to have to worry about blogging the first few weeks of school. I’ll post whenever I can. Anyways, here’s my story. I used all three prompts.

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“There’s Superman, there’s Batman, there’s Spiderman and then there’s you“, my friend Sam said as we stood on the edge of a cliff . “What about me?” I asked him.

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“It’s just you Zack! You know, ever since I met you in kindergarten, you’ve been trying to be some kind of hero. You always wore this cape around your neck. You were always a superhero for halloween. Everyday at recess you wanted to pretend to be a superhero. I supported you every single day. I can’t play along anymore. We always did what you wanted. You never asked what I wanted to do. When I said I wanted to read in the library, you wouldn’t listen. When I said I wanted to play tag with the other kids, you wouldn’t listen. Look, I can’t support you on this one. I’m sorry.”

“It’s just a small favor.”

“You’re asking me to give up my life, just so you can be a superhero. Do I have to give up my dream so you can fulfill yours? If so, I’m not ready to do it.”

“What is your dream?”

“I want to be a writer. Live in the city, have fun, find people who share my passion. I can’t do that if I go with you.”

“What kind of friend are you? I would do anything for you.”

“Would you? You wouldn’t come to the library with me. You wouldn’t play tag with the other kids. You wouldn’t come to my 16th birthday because you were upset that got torn. I told you it was okay. But it wasn’t. It wasn’t okay. I was alone at my own birthday. I always went to your birthday. I missed a chance to meet my favorite author, so I could be at your birthday. You know what, you’re not a hero. Wearing a cape does not make you a hero Zack. You’ve been so stuck on being a hero, you didn’t stop to think about anyone else. You didn’t realize that if you did stop to think, you could have been a real hero. I’m sorry. I can’t help you.”

He started walking away.

“Wait!Sam!”

He turned around.

“I’m sorry. But I need to explain why I called you to this cliff. You probably don’t remember…”

“I remember.”

“We both came here one day when we ran away from the class field trip. We decided that one day when we grow up. We’ll jump off this cliff together. Like superheroes. And we’d survive. You see the mountains over there, above the waterfall. I want to move there. You don’t want to, I know, you just told me. But that is the place where I can be a superhero…”

“That’s what I’m trying to tell you Zack. Tell me one time that you’ve helped someone. One time you would consider as your ‘superhero moment’.”

I thought but I couldn’t think of one. I stayed silent.

“That’s what I thought. Why are you so stuck on being a hero?”

“I never told you. But, when I was young, before I met you. I used to have this dream every night. I’d walk into a room. I was all grown up, in a suit and tie. There was a man, there was a blindfold on his eyes. His hands were tied. And behind him were these branches and they were shaped like wings.

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He’d look up at me and shout. “This is all your fault! You think you’re a hero. But you are not, never were and never will be a hero.” And I’d wake up panicking.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t know.”

“It’s ok. I’m sorry too.”

” I forgive you.”

” So you’re coming with me?”

“No. You’re in this on your own.”

And then he went away. Forever.

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Hope you liked it! This is my first time writing in a male point of view. Give me some constructive criticism in the comments. Bye

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CWWC #4 ~ Sunbeam

Hey Dreamers! Today I will be posting another CWWC challenge. I know I’ve been posting CWWC in a row. But most of my free time goes into my CWWC story. When I do have extra free time. I try to post on one of the group blogs. Anyways, I used all three prompts.

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She was the artist

and the art

You had to understand the artist

to understand the art.

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She was like a camera

Everyone smiled

when they looked at her

 

She moved in next door

And from the moment

I saw her

I knew I wanted

to be her friend

 

 

One day on my front porch

there was a white box

When I opened the box

I saw a pale pink cake

with the words

“You’re so pretty”

written in

buttercream frosting

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It made me smile

Something made me

happy

for the first time

in months

I hadn’t

felt happy

in so long

I had almost

forgotten

what it

felt like

 

I ran over

to her house,

and when she

opened the door,

I hugged her

 

We became

best friends

Not a day

went by,

when I didn’t

see her

She saw

me for

who I was

She

brought me

out of

my shell

 

One day,

it felt

like

the

worst day

of my

life

Somebody

had spread

a horrible

rumor

&

there was

no one

to

help me

 

When I

told her

She told

me to

meet her

at her house

When I

reached

her house,

she was

in the

kitchen

with a bowl of

pink

buttercream

frosting

&

a spatula

 

She didn’t speak

She didn’t make a sound

But the look in her eyes

told me exactly

what was

going to happen

She lunged

at me

and threw

the frosting

on my face

“Feeling better?”

She asked

with a smile

 

I smiled back

and threw

some frosting

back at her

Soon the kitchen

was a mess

But we

were laughing

and that was

all that mattered

 

That’s the kind

of person

she was

She was

a

sunbeam

that made

everyone smile

even in

their darkest

times

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Hope you liked it! Tell me if you have any constructive criticism in the comments. Bye!

 

 

CWWC #3~ Book of Lies

Hey Dreamers! For today I am doing the third challenge of CWWC. These are the prompts I used:

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Here’s my story:

Pages burning

within the flame,

The book of lies

is all to blame.

It was a journal, filled with lies. Lies I told everyone else. Lies I told myself. I had been a liar my whole life.

Ever since I was young, I’ve wanted a perfect life. I always believed that you have to be popular to be happy.  I worked so hard, trying to be in the “popular” group, trying to fit in. I was happy. Or I thought I was.

On my thirteenth birthday, my younger sister Bella (9 years old). She gifted me a journal. She had personalized the cover herself. It was a pale pink and in beautiful calligraphy, my name was written in gold paint. Underneath the paint was a small golden heart. It was handmade. My friends and I didn’t like hand-crafted things. My friends were all rich and they believed that you can never have anything that’s not store-bought. My sister was gazing up at me hopefully, waiting for a response. I just stiffly said “Thank you.” My sister should know better than to give me something she made herself. She looked disappointed. Riley, my best friend noticed this. And with a snarky smile she said, “If you want your sister to appreciate your gift, next time put in some more effort and buy something. Anything is better than something made by a 9year old.” Bella sadly walked away with angry tears in her eyes.

The next day, Bella came into my roman threw a store-bought notebook on my bed. “To make up for yesterday. I’m sorry me gift wasn’t good enough. I hope you’re happy Sophie”, and she stomped out. That’s the day I started writing in my journal. I felt like doing something. So, zI just sat on my bed and wrote. I used the store bought notebook, because I knew it would ruin my reputation if I used the one Bella made.

I started writing in my journal everyday. I told Riley about it, but she just laughed and said, “You’re kidding. Right? Journaling is for dorks. If you really are journaling, then it could ruin your reputation. We have to focus on our studies and sports. That’s why you didn’t make the volleyball team. You were to busy writing in that journal, You need to stop writing in that journal.”

I felt ashamed of myself. But something inside me made me want to keep writing. This time I did’t tell anyone. I kept it a secret.

A few days later, it was one of my friend’s birthday. It was a sleepover party. Riley had come over, so we could carpool together. While we were doing our makeup, Bella barged in. She always interrupted a good time. “Sophie, I need to talk to you”, she said nervously.

“Sophie does not have time to spend with a silly third grader”‘ Riley retorted.

“I didn’t ask you, Riley.”

“Don’t talk to me that way. I’m your sister’s best friend.”

“And I’m your best friend’s sister. I just want a few minutes withe Sophie.”

I was exasperated. “Okay. Five minutes only. Begin.”

” We need to talk privately.”

I sighed and told Riley ” I’ll be right back.”

We went in Bella’s room.

“Sit”, she said.

“I can’t sit. I need to pack my clothes for the sleepover party.”

“You’re not going to the party.”

“What!?”

“Mom and dad said so.”

“What about Riley?”

“Mom will drop her off to the party.”

“What the heck? When did you plan this.”

” Yesterday. At the family meeting. I told mom and dad that I needed to have a talk with you. And they agreed.”

“You had a family meeting without me?”

“I asked you. You said you had better things to do. Maybe if you had come, you could have gone to that sleepover”

“What do you want?”

“To ask you some questions.”

” Go ahead.”

“What’s your greatest fear?”

“What kind of a question is that?”

“Just answer me.”

“Not being popular.”

“No.”

“What?”

“You’re lying.”

“Why would I lie about what I’m afraid of?”

“Let’s try something else. What’s your favorite hobby?”

“Doing things with my friends.”

“Also a lie.”

“How do you know I’m lying?”

“Because you always do. Why do you hate me?”

This took me aback, but I stiffly answered.

“Because you’re weird and annoying.”

With tears in her eyes she shouted:

” Stop lying to me.”

“Ask no questions, get no lies.”

“I read your journal.”

“You did what?”

“Why do you care. Nothing in your journal is true, you’re lying to yourself. You can’t admit how you really feel. You’re not writing down your true feelings. You’re living a lie. Your journal makes it look like you have a perfect life. You are it seem like everything is fine.”

“Everything is fine.”

“No! It’s not fine. Your journal is a lie. As much as you try to push away reality, it’s still reality. You have to learn that life is not perfect. Nor are you. Popularity doesn’t mean a thing. What’s the point of life if you can’t enjoy it. You’re not happy. I can tell. Are you? Are you happy?”

I stayed silent.

“That’s what I thought. As much as you want to deny it, you don’t like who you pretend to be and you don’t like the fact that you can’t be yourself. How far can you go to be popular? You sacrificed yourself.  You think that nobody will like you for who you are. You’re wrong. You can have so much more if if you could accept who you are and be happy. Please come back. I miss you and I really, really need you. Please.”

Bella was crying by now. I looked at her and wrapped her up in a hug. I didn’t care that my favorite dress was getting ruined by her tears and mine. I didn’t care that if my so-called friends saw me write now, they would tease me. I didn’t care. And just like that, a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulder. I looked at my sister and wiped her tears. “We should burn that book”, I said.

Here we were. In our backyard, ready to burn the book. Our parents had given us permission  to do it as long as we didn’t burn the house down.

“Go ahead”, said Bella.

I nodded and threw my journal in and watched it burn.

“Wait!” Bella shouted as she ran to the porch where we had kept a bucket of water (just in case). She came back with the water and splashed it all over the fire and me.

“What was that for?” I shouted.

She picked up the burnt up journal and said, “Incase you need a reminder.”

Lessons learnt

Book burnt

A

time to

start over.

Hope you liked the story! Have a nice day/night!

CWWC #2 ~ Dear Vivian

Hey Dreamers! I’m here with the second challenge of CWWC. I had to delete the first one for personal reasons. I used all three prompts. Here we go:

Dear Vivian,

Last weekend, I visited our hometown, where we grew up together. The place was in ruins. It was horrible ViVi, seeing the place we grew up, burnt down. Tears well up in my eyes just by thinking about it. I’ve tried forgetting about it, but i can’t. I remember it vividly. It comes in my dreams sometimes. The flames spreading around town, people panicking, both of us trying to escape together. Nobody has cleaned up the ruins. They think it’s a waste. I had to go there ViVi, I had to see it again.

While I was there, I noticed a part of town which wasn’t  burnt. It was gloomy and dark. The trees had no leaves and grass was dry.

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It was so strange. The fire hadn’t affected this part of town at all. What was even weirder was that I didn’t remember this part of town. But, I had a nagging feeling that I had seen it before. I thought back. I thought for hours. Then I remembered. Oh, I wish I hadn’t remembered. We had tried to forget it so hard.

When we were twelve, we were walking around town distributing cookies, for a kindness campaign. We knocked on the door of a gray house. A young man opened the door. “Hi! We’re giving out cookies for a kindness campaign. Would you like chocolate chip, sugar or oatmeal?” you had asked. The man looked at us and with a sly grin he replied “how sweet! Please come in.”

“No that’s fine actually…”

“I insist”, he interrupted.

We went in with bright smiles on our faces, with no idea what we were getting ourselves into.

“Guys!” the man called out, “we have company”.

We looked at each other confused. The next second two other men came out.

“Wait, wha…”

They grabbed us and dragged us into the basement. I was terrified. When we reached the basement, they threw us in. We gasped at what we saw. There were other kids there. Their legs were chained and they looked like they had been starving.

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I was horrified. They were going to do the same thing to us. Suddenly, a phone rang. Irritated, one of the men picked it up. “It’s  from the boss”, he said “he needs all of us to discuss something.”

“You! Stay here”, grunted the other man.

As soon as the left, you started panicking. “We have to get out of here.” You were saying. You looked around and spotted a window. “We have to escape!” You said shaking me. Dropping the cookies, you ran towards the window.

“We can’t leave all these kids behind!” I protested.

“Yeah! take us with you”, a little boy said.

The other kids started protesting too, but you wouldn’t listen.

“I don’t care about them, I only care about us.” You said.

“Vivian!” I had screamed ” What is wrong with you? We are not going to leave them here to starve to death.”

Frustrated, you just sighed. I was releasing some of the kids, when we heard footsteps. Now I started panicking. “ViVi we have to go!”

We jumped out the window. One of the captured girls, came up to the window and tried to come out. The kidnappers were coming. We couldn’t risk it. You closed the window and I mouthed “I’m sorry”.

“You will regret this.” The girl shouted.

We ran away and we were safe.

I did regret it. The kids were innocent. We had a fight after that escape. I called you a coward for not wanting to rescue the kids. And you wanted to make it up to me. We stopped talking to each other. I want you to make it up to me now. I think that there are people working for the same person our kidnappers worked for.I think they’re still capturing kids. Don’t let it end like this. Tell them I said something. Tell the kidnappers, that what they’re doing is wrong. And tell the kids, that I’m sorry we couldn’t rescue the kids that were kidnapped before them and I tried my best. I want you to do this alone. I need you to do this alone because I want God to forgive you. God has forgiven me because, I tried to rescue the kids. You didn’t even care to help me rescue them. I know you’ve changed. I know that God will forgive you if you try. Just try to do this and you will be forgiven by God and we can be friends again. You’re their only chance of having a good life.

Your  friend,

~Hope

I hope you guys liked the post. It’s not the best piece of writing, but that’s how you learn. Bye!

 

 

How to start a Diary/Journal

Hey Dreamers! A few months ago I started writing in a journal. I’ve tried keeping a journal before, but this time I actually stuck with it. Journaling is a great way to get your feelings down on paper and record your experiences. Today I will be giving you some tips on keeping a journal. Lets begin:

1. Finding the perfect notebook.

You can use any notebook you want for a journal. It doesn’t matter, but make sure it’s a pretty notebook so that you have the urge to write in it. Also make sure it’s not too fancy, because you may not feel like writing in it, for the fear of ruining it. This is my journal:

It’s just a normal notebook that I decorated to make it more personal. Right now it has pen marks all over the cover, but I don’t care. Just make sure it represents you.

2. Don’t be afraid to put down your deepest feelings

It can be hard to accept your feelings and write it down. And there’s always the fear that someone will read your journal. But you have to know that this is your journal, and if someone reads it, it’s an invasion of your privacy. Don’t be afraid to write down whatever you feel.

3. Personalize it

Your diary doesn’t just have to be full of words. You can always do little drawings or doodles in them. You can even write little stories or poems. If you search online ideas for journal ideas, you’ll find tons of things. But sometimes the pictures you see online can be overwhelming. Just remember that this is your journal. Nobody else is going to see it. So if you just want to write down your feelings and not anything else, it’s completely fine. Just do what you want.

4. Push yourself to write everyday

It takes 21 days to build a habit. It’s a fact. So push yourself to write in your journal for 21 days without skipping a day. It worked for me.

5. Don’t be afraid to take breaks

If you don’t want to write in your journal one day, just don’t. Writing in your journal shouldn’t be a task. It should be something you do because you want to do it. If you want to take a short break, do it. Don’t stress yourself about it. Writing in a journal is supposed to be a fun hobby. Don’t turn it into a task.

6. Be Random

Your journal entries don’t have to be like stories, they don’t have to be in chronological order. You can be random. Just be sure that when you re-read your entries you understand them.

7. Don’t be afraid to quit

Journaling isn’t  for everybody. So if you’re not enjoying it don’t feel the pressure to continue.

That’s it for this post. Thanks for reading.

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Stereotypes that I Hate

Hey Dreamers! I hope you are having a wonderful day. Before I start todays post I’d like to tell you guys that I will not be doing the photo story that I promised in one of my older posts. I know that it’s really irresponsible of me, but I don’t think the idea really excites me anymore. I’m really sorry but I will do the photo story series sometime later but not right now. Thanks for understanding.

Okay, now putting all that behind, for this post I will be sharing the stereotypes that I hate the most. First of all, you should not believe stereotypes. I believe everyone has the right to choose what they like and we shouldn’t judge people because of their looks, gender or skin. Let’ begin:

1.Girls are not good at sports.

Gender stereotypes are really wrong. I personally am not good at sports but that doesn’t mean other girls aren’t. Girls are just as athletic as any boy, and they could even be better at sports than some boys. I know some girls who are really good at sports and could beat any boy.

2. If you like reading and have good grades you’re a “nerd”/ If you wear glasses you’re a “nerd”

I can prove that this stereotype is wrong. The dictionary meaning of nerd is: a foolish or contemptible person who lacks social skills or is boringly studious.

And if you think that just because I have glasses means I’m a nerd you’re wrong. Wearing glasses does not affect your personality. Glasses are things that you wear when you can’t see well. You either have them or you don’t. It doesn’t matter and it doesn’t change who you are.

Just because I like reading, get good grades and wear glasses doesn’t mean I’m a nerd. I feel like this word is used in a wrong way most of the time, even in books and movies.

]3. Pink is a “girl” color and blue is a “boy” color

Most of the time when people think of a girl they think…pink! And when they think of a boy they think…blue! Personally I think this is absolutely ridiculous. Pink and blue are just colors. If you look around you’ll notice how many people believe that stereotype. Most of the toys for girls are pink and most of the toys for boys are blue. For children’s birthdays too, the girls decorations are mostly pink and boys are blue.

My mom told me that for my first birthday she had asked for blue balloons. But the people who were decorating the place got red balloons instead. When my mom questioned them he said ” We always do red for girls”.

Another story is when I was invited to a party of one of my classmates. I made him a card with a drawing of a birthday cake. I had colored it with lots of colors. When I gave it to him, he said “Next time don’t put pink on it.” I know he didn’t mean to offend me but it was really stereotypical.

4. Smart girls are not pretty and pretty girls are not smart

Let me start of by saying all girls are equally beautiful and smart. This stereotype is hurtful to all girls. And it’s not what’s on the outside that matters. It’s what’s on the inside that does.

5. Women need men to save them/ Women can’t save themselves

Many fairytales and Disney movies show that women are ‘damsels in distress’. In most of the fairytales and movies there’s always a man who rescues the woman. This gives the wrong idea to little girls. It makes them think that they need a man to save them. Little girls need to know that they are capable enough to save themselves.

 

Sorry if this was full of complaints. I just felt like I needed to get it out there. I feel like this is something important people should know, because stereotypes can be really hurtful and they are just lies. It really hurts when people believe these lies. Thanks for reading this far. If you are still reading this right now:

Comment below a stereotype that you hate.

 

 

Best Friends Forever

Hey Dreamers! This post is dedicated to my IRL Best Friend: Saanika

I don’t even know how to start. She is one of the sweetest people you’ll ever meet and I’m so grateful that we met. This is for you:

Change and Friendship

I’m not the

YOUNG

AND

NAIVE

girl I used to be,

The

SHORT

SQUEAKY VOICED

AND

SHY

girl you used to know

two years ago

A lot can change in two years

 

You’re not the

LITTLE

SWEET

AND

TALKATIVE

girl who wore pigtails,

You’re not the girl

I used to know

two years ago

A lot can change in two years

 

But the one thing

that didn’t change

Is our friendship

that grew stronger

as we were apart

 

We might change

a hundred times,

but I hope

our friendship

stays the same

 

We’ll change together

support each other

and become

something beautiful

♥Our Friendship will never change♥

Everyone needs a friend like Saanika. A sweet and quirky girl, who’s always there for you. When I moved, she kept in touch all the time, sometimes because of the time difference she used to call in the middle of the night. When we met again I was sure without a doubt, that it would be one of those moments that you know you’ll be friends forever. Our connection was still there. And we never ran out of things to talk about. That’s my favorite thing about her: I can always be with her and I’ll never be bored.

Sometimes when we video chat we are both quiet for a second not knowing what to say. But after that second we burst out laughing. Whenever I talk with her it feels like nothing else matters. I love her and miss her so much. I’ll walk the edge of the world for her.

I remember the day I met her. Me and my other friend were collecting seeds on the school ground (yes, I used to collect seeds). And she was new. She came and joined us and our friendship just grew.

Click here to see her blog. She doesn’t post a lot, but that’s okay.

Comment below your favorite thing about your best friend.