So my today jus sucked. it really did. in celebration of my day being crappy, i'm giving our six awsom followers a chance to read a poem i wrote about a year and a half ago. so here it goes.
Kind Deception by CatCooper
Whisper softly into my ears
Deceive me kindly, I'll believe what I hear
Lie so gracefully, no matter what i know
This world is just a stage, and life is just a show
Have you looked at my present, despite your sad-story past?
You only see yourslelf; how long can this last?
Have you even considered the hardships you bring on?
Do you even know I know what's going on?
Still years later, you'll wonder and you'll shout
"What in the world could've brought this about?"
I found it so easy to leave you and your insanity behind
Even though your deception was ever so kind
I could've ignored the truth, just believed the lies
But then I'd always face the deception in your eyes
What do you think? Comments? Critique?
Got a poem you want posted? Email us at escapeoftheplotbunnies@gmail.com. We just might post it.
And in case i dont see you, good morning, good afternoon, and good evening. CatCooper<3
August 31, 2010
August 28, 2010
P. Meggy wants to read Mockingjay
And in honor of the release of the third book in the Hunger Games trilogy, (Which I missed, which inspired this post) I will be posting release dates for books coming out soon, from series I enjoy or authors I favor. :) Some of them, yes, you will definitely think of what a nerd I am.
John Flanagan, for example. (No offense, Mr. Flanagan, I love your books.) That guy comes out with a new book every week. but the title...aw...just wait 'til you get there.
Be warned. I'm not sure if all the dates are correct, but I tried to get it from the official sites. :D
HERE COMES THE LIST!!!
Clockwork Angel by Cassandra Clare Aug. 31
Ascendant by Diana Peterfreund Sept. 28
The Exiled Queen by Cinda Williams Chima Sept. 28
Ranger’s Apprentice: Halt’s Peril by John Flanagan Oct. 5
The Heroes of Olympus: The Lost Hero by Rick Riordan Oct. 12
Beautiful Darkness by Kami Garcia and Margaret Stohl Oct. 12
Crescendo by Becca Fitzpatrick Oct. 19
Pegasus by Robin McKinley Nov. 2
Witch and Wizard: The Gift by James Patterson Dec. 13 (possibly Oct. 5)
Sapphique by Catherine Fisher Dec. 28
City of Fallen Angels by Cassandra Clare (not quite sure on this one) April 5, 2011
Some of these make me overly excited. Like Clockwork Angel (which comes out in what? Three days?!?) And Sapphique (the sequel to Incarceron? I didn't even know there would be a sequel?) So, this post is too keep you and the loop, as well as myself. :)
~P. Megz OUT!!!
John Flanagan, for example. (No offense, Mr. Flanagan, I love your books.) That guy comes out with a new book every week. but the title...aw...just wait 'til you get there.
Be warned. I'm not sure if all the dates are correct, but I tried to get it from the official sites. :D
HERE COMES THE LIST!!!
Clockwork Angel by Cassandra Clare Aug. 31
Ascendant by Diana Peterfreund Sept. 28
The Exiled Queen by Cinda Williams Chima Sept. 28
Ranger’s Apprentice: Halt’s Peril by John Flanagan Oct. 5
The Heroes of Olympus: The Lost Hero by Rick Riordan Oct. 12
Beautiful Darkness by Kami Garcia and Margaret Stohl Oct. 12
Crescendo by Becca Fitzpatrick Oct. 19
Pegasus by Robin McKinley Nov. 2
Witch and Wizard: The Gift by James Patterson Dec. 13 (possibly Oct. 5)
Sapphique by Catherine Fisher Dec. 28
City of Fallen Angels by Cassandra Clare (not quite sure on this one) April 5, 2011
Some of these make me overly excited. Like Clockwork Angel (which comes out in what? Three days?!?) And Sapphique (the sequel to Incarceron? I didn't even know there would be a sequel?) So, this post is too keep you and the loop, as well as myself. :)
~P. Megz OUT!!!
August 27, 2010
Storytime with P. Meggy "One Light, One Dark"
((STOP. Before you read any further, be warned. It's probably not what you were expecting. I took a risk, and went out on a limb, so to speak, so it might not be as good as last time. And yes, again, I waited until an hour before midnight to really write it. And, if taking a risk succeeded, then you might hate me.))
Two twins.
One light and the other dark.
But sometimes the lines were blurred.
Which one is which?
The television set displayed a huge fire, bringing the building to its knees. By know, they had gotten helicopters there, and all sorts of media. There were a many fatalities, at that point, as well as injuries; the building was beginning to look like it was eating itself from the inside out. More deaths would come later. The fire itself would go down in history. It was raging, and intent on destroying the building. It seemed like the fire department couldn’t work any slower.
Robin rushed in the door, locking it behind her. She turned to Aidan, pale-faced. Her hands were shaking. “Turn it off. Turn it off, please!”
Aidan’s mouth hung open, and she got up from the couch, moving slowly towards the other. “Robin? Robin? Did you do that?”
“I don’t know what happened, Aidan.”
“Robin, you killed those people!”
“I didn’t kill them! It was an accident.”
Aidan shook her head. Robin marched over to the TV, and jammed her finger down on the power button. There was silence as the two stared at each other. It was when Robin went to the kitchen that Aidan spoke up.
“You know, this didn’t happen when Mom and Dad were around.”
Robin turned to glare at her sister. “Of course you would say that! You don’t know what it’s like!”
“Robin...”
“You don’t know what it’s like to go outside, and worry about if you’ll blow someone up!”
“Robin...”
“You don’t wonder what will happen when you get angry!” The light above their heads blew, and the glass shattered. Bits of glass rained on their heads, but Robin kept on. “Well, I can’t take it anymore!”
“Robin, stop.”
“I can’t live like this, Aidan.”
“Robin, look.” The household objects in the apartment around them were shorting out, dying, and even melting or burning. There were burn marks on the walls, but there had not yet been a fire. The room was beginning to smell like smoke.
“I can’t live like this anymore, second guessing myself every step of the way. I can’t take it!”
“ROBIN!”
“I’m done with this, Aidan!”
That night, there was another fire. No one would ever hear about it, because it was contained to one small area in an apartment building. The police didn’t suspect foul play, because there was no connection between the two buildings. No one would have ever guessed what went on in that one room. One person died in the fire.
Her twin survived.
Two twins.
One light and the other dark.
But sometimes the lines were blurred.
Which one is which?
The television set displayed a huge fire, bringing the building to its knees. By know, they had gotten helicopters there, and all sorts of media. There were a many fatalities, at that point, as well as injuries; the building was beginning to look like it was eating itself from the inside out. More deaths would come later. The fire itself would go down in history. It was raging, and intent on destroying the building. It seemed like the fire department couldn’t work any slower.
Robin rushed in the door, locking it behind her. She turned to Aidan, pale-faced. Her hands were shaking. “Turn it off. Turn it off, please!”
Aidan’s mouth hung open, and she got up from the couch, moving slowly towards the other. “Robin? Robin? Did you do that?”
“I don’t know what happened, Aidan.”
“Robin, you killed those people!”
“I didn’t kill them! It was an accident.”
Aidan shook her head. Robin marched over to the TV, and jammed her finger down on the power button. There was silence as the two stared at each other. It was when Robin went to the kitchen that Aidan spoke up.
“You know, this didn’t happen when Mom and Dad were around.”
Robin turned to glare at her sister. “Of course you would say that! You don’t know what it’s like!”
“Robin...”
“You don’t know what it’s like to go outside, and worry about if you’ll blow someone up!”
“Robin...”
“You don’t wonder what will happen when you get angry!” The light above their heads blew, and the glass shattered. Bits of glass rained on their heads, but Robin kept on. “Well, I can’t take it anymore!”
“Robin, stop.”
“I can’t live like this, Aidan.”
“Robin, look.” The household objects in the apartment around them were shorting out, dying, and even melting or burning. There were burn marks on the walls, but there had not yet been a fire. The room was beginning to smell like smoke.
“I can’t live like this anymore, second guessing myself every step of the way. I can’t take it!”
“ROBIN!”
“I’m done with this, Aidan!”
That night, there was another fire. No one would ever hear about it, because it was contained to one small area in an apartment building. The police didn’t suspect foul play, because there was no connection between the two buildings. No one would have ever guessed what went on in that one room. One person died in the fire.
Her twin survived.
FaNcReEpUlOuSnEsS....i FeEl CrUnK;)
I feel both crunk and exuasted after typing that. I'm not sure how people manage to type lik that all the time. They must have supermegafoxyawsomhot ninja reflexes.
As i promised in a post post script of my last post, i will now take you into a deep, dark, frightening world. the world of fanfiction!!
Occasionally, when i am buried in boredom, i get a ticket to nerd-dom, and, after a fruitless trip to wattpad, i delve into fanfiction. Trust me, it is a rather scary place at times. What happens, basically, is people use characters and events from books, shows, movies, et cetera to create stories with said elements. Sometimes, it actually turns out to be entertaining. Other times, when the creators of MarySue's so poorly made that it is concieveable that the writers on wattpad might actually be able to create a stronger character, it turns disastrous. They shove themselves into a story, forcing a character from whatever they are fanficking to fall in love with them, impressing all with their talents, infinite knowledge, and stunning good-looks, completely destroying a story that could have been relatively interesting, had they not used the most low and cheesy of all amateur literary techniques. It is obvious that they have too little of a life to imagine themselves with people who exist or to create their own characters. Whew. I feel better now! So back to my exposition on the three strangest things on fanfiction. Well, really four, but two of them are lumped together.
The first. Whump. Yes, we are all suckers for a smidgen of well-placed whumpage, but it should not be too obvious or the center of a story. Really just as an accent. Like yellow icing on a purple cake.
Next, Sniffle!fics and Hurt!fics. A Sniffle!fic is a story, usually a one-shot, which is a short story often having less than four thousand words and consisting of one chapter, in which the writer inflicts a horrible cold on a character, leading another character to care for his or her ill compadre. Okay, we get that characters might seem adorable to you writers when they have snot dribbling down there faces like mayo off of a tomato and ketchup sandwich, but, to many, it's really rather strange. Not even Neal Caffrey could be that adorable with a cold, flu, strep throat, pneumonia, bubonic plague, and/or a hangover. Hurt!fics are stories in which a character is harmed in some way that often leaves them concious, such as a broken nose, concusion, twisted ankle, or bullet wound, placing them in the care of another. Okay, there are only so many times you can shoot Shawn Spencer before his internal organs completely fail. And those of us waiting for a sixth season of Psych would prefer that that doesnt happen.
And, last on the agenda, ships. Also known as pairings and relationships. Basically, who you would put together. There are many creepy ships out there. Fancreepulous, even. But, for the sake of America's shortening attention spans, I will cover only ten. A Not-Tuesday-Ten, if you will. Here are some of the creepiest pairings, in no particular order.
1. McNozzo. Tony DiNozzo and Timothy McGee from NCIS. Brotherhood dont go that far. This is excluding Arkansas, of course.
2. GideonReid. Jason Gideon and Spencer Reid from Criminal Minds. Someone can't spot a father son when it's dancing in a hula skirt and waving pompoms in their face!
3. Tibbs. Tony DiNozzo and Gibbs from NCIS. Again. It needs to be a father-son kinda deal.
4. Shassie. Shawn Spencer and Carlton Lassiter from Psych. There are too many things wrong with that for all of them to fit on one blogpost.
5. Zabby. Abby Scuito and Ziva David from NCIS. This just makes me think "Really? You can't tell Tony and Ziva are straight and meant to be?"
6. NealPeter. Neal Caffrey and Peter Burke from White Collar. It's just weird.
7. ReidMorgan. Spencer Reid and Derek Morgan from Criminal Minds. Honestly....
8. Kibbs. Gibbs and Kate Todd from NCIS. Such an awkward, awkward pairing. Especially since Tony and Kate were meant to have a relationship, had Sasha Alexander not left the show....
9. McGiva. Timothy McGee and Ziva David from NCIS. Wait, what?!?!?
10. And, to finish it off, ElizabethPeterNeal. Elizabeth, Peter, and Neal from White Collar. ....No comment....
So that's the end of my fanfiction expose! Yeah, weird, huh?
And in case i dont see you, good morning, good afternoon, and good evening. CatCooper<3
P.S. Got a pairing or fanfic you think highly of? Email us at escapeoftheplotbunnies@gmail.com. You could get posted!!
As i promised in a post post script of my last post, i will now take you into a deep, dark, frightening world. the world of fanfiction!!
Occasionally, when i am buried in boredom, i get a ticket to nerd-dom, and, after a fruitless trip to wattpad, i delve into fanfiction. Trust me, it is a rather scary place at times. What happens, basically, is people use characters and events from books, shows, movies, et cetera to create stories with said elements. Sometimes, it actually turns out to be entertaining. Other times, when the creators of MarySue's so poorly made that it is concieveable that the writers on wattpad might actually be able to create a stronger character, it turns disastrous. They shove themselves into a story, forcing a character from whatever they are fanficking to fall in love with them, impressing all with their talents, infinite knowledge, and stunning good-looks, completely destroying a story that could have been relatively interesting, had they not used the most low and cheesy of all amateur literary techniques. It is obvious that they have too little of a life to imagine themselves with people who exist or to create their own characters. Whew. I feel better now! So back to my exposition on the three strangest things on fanfiction. Well, really four, but two of them are lumped together.
The first. Whump. Yes, we are all suckers for a smidgen of well-placed whumpage, but it should not be too obvious or the center of a story. Really just as an accent. Like yellow icing on a purple cake.
Next, Sniffle!fics and Hurt!fics. A Sniffle!fic is a story, usually a one-shot, which is a short story often having less than four thousand words and consisting of one chapter, in which the writer inflicts a horrible cold on a character, leading another character to care for his or her ill compadre. Okay, we get that characters might seem adorable to you writers when they have snot dribbling down there faces like mayo off of a tomato and ketchup sandwich, but, to many, it's really rather strange. Not even Neal Caffrey could be that adorable with a cold, flu, strep throat, pneumonia, bubonic plague, and/or a hangover. Hurt!fics are stories in which a character is harmed in some way that often leaves them concious, such as a broken nose, concusion, twisted ankle, or bullet wound, placing them in the care of another. Okay, there are only so many times you can shoot Shawn Spencer before his internal organs completely fail. And those of us waiting for a sixth season of Psych would prefer that that doesnt happen.
And, last on the agenda, ships. Also known as pairings and relationships. Basically, who you would put together. There are many creepy ships out there. Fancreepulous, even. But, for the sake of America's shortening attention spans, I will cover only ten. A Not-Tuesday-Ten, if you will. Here are some of the creepiest pairings, in no particular order.
1. McNozzo. Tony DiNozzo and Timothy McGee from NCIS. Brotherhood dont go that far. This is excluding Arkansas, of course.
2. GideonReid. Jason Gideon and Spencer Reid from Criminal Minds. Someone can't spot a father son when it's dancing in a hula skirt and waving pompoms in their face!
3. Tibbs. Tony DiNozzo and Gibbs from NCIS. Again. It needs to be a father-son kinda deal.
4. Shassie. Shawn Spencer and Carlton Lassiter from Psych. There are too many things wrong with that for all of them to fit on one blogpost.
5. Zabby. Abby Scuito and Ziva David from NCIS. This just makes me think "Really? You can't tell Tony and Ziva are straight and meant to be?"
6. NealPeter. Neal Caffrey and Peter Burke from White Collar. It's just weird.
7. ReidMorgan. Spencer Reid and Derek Morgan from Criminal Minds. Honestly....
8. Kibbs. Gibbs and Kate Todd from NCIS. Such an awkward, awkward pairing. Especially since Tony and Kate were meant to have a relationship, had Sasha Alexander not left the show....
9. McGiva. Timothy McGee and Ziva David from NCIS. Wait, what?!?!?
10. And, to finish it off, ElizabethPeterNeal. Elizabeth, Peter, and Neal from White Collar. ....No comment....
So that's the end of my fanfiction expose! Yeah, weird, huh?
And in case i dont see you, good morning, good afternoon, and good evening. CatCooper<3
P.S. Got a pairing or fanfic you think highly of? Email us at escapeoftheplotbunnies@gmail.com. You could get posted!!
I feel alive inside, for the first time, I've got a run not hide, from my former life..
1. Yes, the Hawk Nelson lyrics were for you, Cat <3<3<3
2. It ended up being a very long subject...
3. But this song reminded me of the song in my previous post :)
4. I did something to my leg (D: It hurts...)
5. So, my Friday Fifteen is actually on friday this time!
6. And forget what I said about feeling like a cheater, I'm not sure if that worked out...
7. BECAUSE THIS CHALLENGE IS CHALLENGING (AH, wow. Had to say it)
8. I love you, Cat
9. But I want my shirt back one of these days.
10. (It's my favorite)
11. I've been writing my awesome character of beastliness that for now shall remain unnamed..
12. I've been told that I should really say squee out loud, because people love awkward. (If we get ten followers, I might say squee for them. -hint, hint-) :P But for now, it is not happening
13. So I am procrastinating again? OF COURSE!
14. Did anyone else notice how long #12 is??? I KNOW RIGHT?!?
15. Cat, your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to write a story with an extremely arrogant (BUT LOVEABLE) character. :P Like Shawn Spencer of psych, and Jim Longworth off The Glades.
2. It ended up being a very long subject...
3. But this song reminded me of the song in my previous post :)
4. I did something to my leg (D: It hurts...)
5. So, my Friday Fifteen is actually on friday this time!
6. And forget what I said about feeling like a cheater, I'm not sure if that worked out...
7. BECAUSE THIS CHALLENGE IS CHALLENGING (AH, wow. Had to say it)
8. I love you, Cat
9. But I want my shirt back one of these days.
10. (It's my favorite)
11. I've been writing my awesome character of beastliness that for now shall remain unnamed..
12. I've been told that I should really say squee out loud, because people love awkward. (If we get ten followers, I might say squee for them. -hint, hint-) :P But for now, it is not happening
13. So I am procrastinating again? OF COURSE!
14. Did anyone else notice how long #12 is??? I KNOW RIGHT?!?
15. Cat, your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to write a story with an extremely arrogant (BUT LOVEABLE) character. :P Like Shawn Spencer of psych, and Jim Longworth off The Glades.
August 26, 2010
P. Meggy is A NEW CREATION!!!
AND I'M DRUNK ON JESUS!!!!
(both of which I should explain in a moment)
First, I want to post a link, which you should follow, and listen to the song. You go listen, and then come back here. (I'll have the lyrics, if you didn't catch them all)
So, I'm being deep today.
And this song is like my theme song.
Standing at the gate of love
Waiting for the life of the Son
To follow me 'til I am undone
Oh, you pulled me out of the mud
Up from the miry clay
You washed all my sins away
I've been redeemed
Waiting for the life of the Son
To follow me 'til I am undone
Oh, you pulled me out of the mud
Up from the miry clay
You washed all my sins away
I've been redeemed
I am a new creation
I have been born again
I'm here in the world
But my home is in a heavenly place
Far above the stars out in space
I'm not afraid
Death where is your sting
Hell will never conquer me
A love pure and holy
Has set me free
And I am a new creation
I have been born again
I am a new creation
I have been born again
For behold! The old has passed away!
There's a hole inside of me
And I'll never run away from you!
Anymore, anymore
I am a new creation
I have been born again
I am a new creation
I have been born again
The old has passed away and the new has come!
Yeah, Yeah
I am a new creation
I have been born again!
Don't ignore those lyrics, read them through, at least once, if not for you, for me :)
(And yes, I know you know this verse. If not, you should. Like this song is my theme song, this verse is my 'theme verse.')
((I've even had to ask a few of you for the reference, because I'm not good with numbers, so references are hard. -cough, cough-))
2 Corinthians 5:17
"Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come."
It doesn't matter whatever has happened before, you can always change. There's no point of no return. God loves you, no matter what. You just have to turn around, and God will run to you. (Look up When God Ran. Another good song.) Be a different person. "Do not conform to the pattern of this world" and all that. Like a chapel speaker said today, there is a very small, sad difference between born again believers and the unsaved.
Be a light for the World.
Well, I'd tell you how I'm drunk on Jesus, but this has already become so long, it will wait for another day.
~P. Megz OUT!!!
((P.S. Leeland is one of my favorite bands, along with Relient k, skillet, After Edmund, and yes, Hawk Nelson))
August 25, 2010
If i was brave i'd write a letter to the president....
Thats right!!!! it's the five o'clock news with CatCooper!!!! well its past five but who really cares??
For today's segment i will cover music. that's right!! music!! Real music....not that justin beiber crap.
So my current obsession is HAWK NELSON!! they are awsom and stinkin beastly!! i was listening to them and i was jus lik "Dude, i love these guys!!" i mean, i want a tshirt that says i love hawk nelson almost as bad as i want a tshirt that says i'm PMeggy's blogmate!! and yes i am still uber proud of her songfic.
the song by them that i love in this minute in time, because last minute was devoted to "The Final Toast," is "Every Little Thing." I mean, its a song about how a guy's in love with this chick because she's in love with Jesus!! it reminds me that there's hope in romance for Jesus lovin' chicks!! especially after this guy pretty much made fun of me for being a Jesus Freak on the bus.... but that is another story for another time!!
Other beastly songs by Hawk Nelson to look up are "Letters to the President," "I Still Miss You," and "Fourteen." and pretty much any other song by them....
And in case i dont see you, good morning, good afternoon, and good evening. CatCooper<3
P.S. I'm wearing P Meggy's shirt. It says never judge a book by it's movie.
P.P.S. Next time with CatCooper....Cat uncover ships, whumpage, and things lik fanfiction.
For today's segment i will cover music. that's right!! music!! Real music....not that justin beiber crap.
So my current obsession is HAWK NELSON!! they are awsom and stinkin beastly!! i was listening to them and i was jus lik "Dude, i love these guys!!" i mean, i want a tshirt that says i love hawk nelson almost as bad as i want a tshirt that says i'm PMeggy's blogmate!! and yes i am still uber proud of her songfic.
the song by them that i love in this minute in time, because last minute was devoted to "The Final Toast," is "Every Little Thing." I mean, its a song about how a guy's in love with this chick because she's in love with Jesus!! it reminds me that there's hope in romance for Jesus lovin' chicks!! especially after this guy pretty much made fun of me for being a Jesus Freak on the bus.... but that is another story for another time!!
Other beastly songs by Hawk Nelson to look up are "Letters to the President," "I Still Miss You," and "Fourteen." and pretty much any other song by them....
And in case i dont see you, good morning, good afternoon, and good evening. CatCooper<3
P.S. I'm wearing P Meggy's shirt. It says never judge a book by it's movie.
P.P.S. Next time with CatCooper....Cat uncover ships, whumpage, and things lik fanfiction.
P. Meggy loves YOU!
(Now, you imagine me in my stunning awesomeness pointing at you like Uncle Sam :D)
We have four followers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
squee :)
Yes, squee. (A word you will never actually hear me say, because it is much more awkward to hear than to read. xD)
So, in honor of the awesomeness of having four followers I am going to leave each of you a comment in this post.
-gasp- I know what you're saying 'I'm going to be blog-mentioned?!? No way!' (hmmmm...or maybe not...)
Yes, that's right sports-fans, you're about to be blog-metioned. :)
To Ashley: I'm pretty sure I haven't met you, unless I've just totally messed up your name somehow, but you follow me and Cat (which sounds kinda stalkerish by the way) and in turn, you must be very awesome. So, you are obviously welcome here :)
To Sarah: You were the first of our followers!!! Thanks so much! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am still trying to master the art of Sarah-kwondo. You are my hero :P (maybe) But, one of my..friends...has told me that you may be in connection with the Italian...this is something we must sort out...
To Julia: OMGOODNESS I LOVE YOU!!!! Thanks for the feedback, on my story, please continue!!! (critique/feedback always makes me go squee and feel warm and fuzzy inside) I, too, was surprised that I wrote that...now, as for Cat's story, the problem is...I asked for it D': And now we will never know what happened to Taylor Parsons.
To Melissa: You are quite right, I am Megawesome. (HA! Spellcheck says I misspelled that :P) Purpleopia would never have existed without you. -hugs- And, yes, Pissa, you are (almost) as awesome as...Sarah. (No, I'm just kidding. I love you, you know that)
To The Italian: DEEMED WORTHY? HA!!! I've got friends, mi compadre, friends....THE TRUTH WILL BE KNOWN!!!
So, this has gotten really really long, so I'll wrap it up. :D Ah, if you read the prompt, (if you didn't, scroll down a few posts) I know what you're thinking. (Well, no, I know what Cat's thinking.) And she will hate me. Sorta.
I feel like such a cheater...
but you'll have to wait until friday to hear why!!!!
-evil laughter-
~P. Megz OUT!!!
To Sarah: You were the first of our followers!!! Thanks so much! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am still trying to master the art of Sarah-kwondo. You are my hero :P (maybe) But, one of my..friends...has told me that you may be in connection with the Italian...this is something we must sort out...
To Julia: OMGOODNESS I LOVE YOU!!!! Thanks for the feedback, on my story, please continue!!! (critique/feedback always makes me go squee and feel warm and fuzzy inside) I, too, was surprised that I wrote that...now, as for Cat's story, the problem is...I asked for it D': And now we will never know what happened to Taylor Parsons.
To Melissa: You are quite right, I am Megawesome. (HA! Spellcheck says I misspelled that :P) Purpleopia would never have existed without you. -hugs- And, yes, Pissa, you are (almost) as awesome as...Sarah. (No, I'm just kidding. I love you, you know that)
To The Italian: DEEMED WORTHY? HA!!! I've got friends, mi compadre, friends....THE TRUTH WILL BE KNOWN!!!
So, this has gotten really really long, so I'll wrap it up. :D Ah, if you read the prompt, (if you didn't, scroll down a few posts) I know what you're thinking. (Well, no, I know what Cat's thinking.) And she will hate me. Sorta.
I feel like such a cheater...
but you'll have to wait until friday to hear why!!!!
-evil laughter-
~P. Megz OUT!!!
August 23, 2010
technological romance sure dont work...
so yeah i'm really crazy late....DEAL!!
okay thats settled. so my internet stopped working on friday and didnt start working again until late saturday. i only had time to post my story. on sunday....shoot i was just lazy. so that's my weekend.
here is the new challenge. it must be entered by my blogmate P Meggy by midnight this friday. any readers can post any time they like by emailing us at escapeoftheplotbunnies@gmail.com. keep it clean and make it awsom.
the week three challenge is to incorporate the following sentence into a story. "I can't live like this, second guessing myself every step of the way." any length, any pov, and verb tense. go!! andale!!
And in case i dont see you, good morning, good afternoon, and good evening. CatCooper<3
okay thats settled. so my internet stopped working on friday and didnt start working again until late saturday. i only had time to post my story. on sunday....shoot i was just lazy. so that's my weekend.
here is the new challenge. it must be entered by my blogmate P Meggy by midnight this friday. any readers can post any time they like by emailing us at escapeoftheplotbunnies@gmail.com. keep it clean and make it awsom.
the week three challenge is to incorporate the following sentence into a story. "I can't live like this, second guessing myself every step of the way." any length, any pov, and verb tense. go!! andale!!
And in case i dont see you, good morning, good afternoon, and good evening. CatCooper<3
August 22, 2010
Wake up in the morning feeling like P. Meggy
1. I've always wanted to say that. :D
2. I couldn't resist the temptation
3. So, this is a Sunday Seventeen
4. Because I didn't post yesterday
5. And on friday, Cat and I had a prior engagement
6. It did in fact involve the ongoing tracking of the Italian
7. Kinda
8. So, I took my notes for Art I in this green, and in this font
9. Because it reminded me of our blog :D
10. OMGOODNESS WE HAVE TWO FOLLOWERS!!!!
11. I love you, followers! -blog hug-
12. Was going to put Dr. Horrible's Sing-A-Long Blog lyrics here...
13. Yes, I love it <3
14. Before then, my notes looked all boring like this.
15. If you agree that Cat's cliffie was awesome say YEAAAAAAAAAAH!
16. YEAAAAAAAAAH!
17. Now...I get to write a short story (I've been told it was an angsty prompt. -sigh- OH NOOOOO!!!)
~P. Megz OUT!!!
2. I couldn't resist the temptation
3. So, this is a Sunday Seventeen
4. Because I didn't post yesterday
5. And on friday, Cat and I had a prior engagement
6. It did in fact involve the ongoing tracking of the Italian
7. Kinda
8. So, I took my notes for Art I in this green, and in this font
9. Because it reminded me of our blog :D
10. OMGOODNESS WE HAVE TWO FOLLOWERS!!!!
11. I love you, followers! -blog hug-
12. Was going to put Dr. Horrible's Sing-A-Long Blog lyrics here...
13. Yes, I love it <3
14. Before then, my notes looked all boring like this.
15. If you agree that Cat's cliffie was awesome say YEAAAAAAAAAAH!
16. YEAAAAAAAAAH!
17. Now...I get to write a short story (I've been told it was an angsty prompt. -sigh- OH NOOOOO!!!)
~P. Megz OUT!!!
August 21, 2010
three brownie points to whoever can find the two shows i referenced
Will This Ever End?
CatCooper
I think of Taylor Parsons. Some might call him my best friend, while others who knew us ten years ago would deem him my worst enemy. But any time someone says Taylor
Which is why I wasn’t exactly surprised when Taylor
Despite the shock caused by her words, I was somewhat flattered. When Taylor
So while I drive my truck to the hospital, the back of my mind is flattered and the rest of it is going crazy with worry. The usual “What the heck happened?”, “What the heck was Taylor
The first time I ever went to the hospital to see Taylor
We were in the second grade together when Taylor Taylor
“Miranda,” Mrs. Cambridge said as she pulled into an open parking spot. “You know this isn’t going to help you at all right?”
I stared out the window, playing deaf. I let my mouth fall slack and leaned against the window, like the people on my mom’s TV shows did when they fainted.
“Miranda, I know you’re still awake.” Mrs. Cambridge sighed. When she got out of the car, I assumed she was leaving and quit my playing dead.
I was proved wrong when my door was wrenched open. She squatted next to me and, with a sparkle in her eye, said, “Gotcha!” She smiled really hugely. It was something I really liked about her, always smiling and everything. I just hoped me and Mom could be that happy someday.
I scowled and stepped out of the car as Mrs. Cambridge got the box of cards out of the passenger seat. Squinting at the building beyond the hospital parking lot, I wondered if I could be fast enough to get to it before Mrs. Cambridge could catch me. As though she had read my mind, said teacher grabbed my hand and tugged softly. I stayed rooted to the ground and stared up with raised eyebrows, daring her.
She crouched down to my height and ruffled my hair softly, getting a rarely seen smile out of me and breaking my tough girl pretense. “Now, Miss Hendrix. If you were sick or hurt, how would you want Taylor
I rolled my eyes. “With kindness and respect,” I huffed.
Mrs. Cambridge frowned. “Are you just saying that because you think that answer is what I want, or do you actually mean it?”
I pursed my lips for a moment. “You’re a smart lady. I think you know the answer to that.”
She bit her lip and grinned widely once more. “You know, I used to have a boy who would tease me all the time.”
“Really?” I asked, uncertain of why anyone would want to tease somebody as nice as Mrs. Cambridge.
“Mmhmm.” She nodded. “And you know who he is now?”
My eyes got really big as I thought about it. “A prisoner!” I squealed.
Mrs. Cambridge gave me a confused look. “Now why would you say that?”
“Well, I thought maybe they sent him to jail for being a meanie-head! Duh!” I tapped the side of my head, like it was something most people should know.
Mrs. Cambridge laughed loudly. “No, he didn’t go to prison. We’re married.”
“Why would you wanna marry someone that mean?” I asked, dumbfounded by her decision.
“Well, sometimes when a boy is unkind to you, it doesn't mean he dislikes you. The exact opposite, really.”
“What?” I raised an eyebrow. “You don’t make sense sometimes, Mrs. Cambridge.”
“You’re a smart lady. I think you know the answer.” She grinned.
I laughed and took her hand, slightly less happy as I remembered who we were there to see.
A really nice nurse showed us the way to Taylor
But all the warm fuzziness caused by said Coke faded when I saw Taylor
He wasn’t fazed, of course. “Mrs. Cambridge! Randy!” I narrowed my eyes at the undesired nickname while he tried to jump out of his hospital bed. “Is that Coke for me?”
Mrs. Cambridge giggled. “Nope, but these are!” She set the box of cards on a tray as his mother pushed him back into bed.
“You may be sick,” I hissed, eyeing his sling, “but ‘Randy’ is not my name. MI-RAN-DA!”
“Well, MI-RAN-DA, they gave me some happy juice today. You should try it!!!” Taylor
“My mama says not to eat candy from strangers, so I think juice gets put in with that,” I sassed.
“Well, aren’t you just adorable!” she cooed.
I smirked. “That’s what they tell me.”
Despite the fact that his mom loved me, Taylor and I still fought for the next two years. Then came fourth grade, with all the awkwardness of girls and boys becoming friends. Taylor and I stopped hating each other so much and became…sorta friends. And then fifth grade and another hospital visit, which the flying monkeys threw at me while they attacked one particularly obnoxious tourist.
“Oh my gosh! Taylor
“Ugh…” Taylor
I rushed to where he lay, but not before he puked all over the place. Ignoring the barf at my feet, I helped him up with shaking hands. I looked over to see our teacher Mr. St. James sprinting towards us, cell phone drawn. He started asking Taylor
Huh. And of course my bookworm’s mind got started with that, remembering a book I’d read the year previously, in which one of the main characters is forced to stay awake because of a head injury. “Gosh, Taylor
“Taylor, Taylor,” I said my voice panicky and cracking. “You can’t fall asleep!”
“But I'm tired,” he murmured.
“Later alright?” I craned my head to see if Mr. St. James was back, only to find the teacher with whose class we shared recess keeping all of the students away from us. “You can take a big long nap later, just not now.”
“But later I might not be tired,” he whined.
“Well, I guess you’ll just have to deal with it, ‘cause you’re not falling asleep on Nurse Randy’s watch!” I snapped, using the once despised nickname.
“You’re pretty when you’re mad.” Taylor
I sighed heavily. “And you’re just silly all the time.”
"Am I pretty?" Taylor asked solemnly.
I took in his reddish hair, amber eyes, and freckled cheeks, which I knew would dimple adorably the minute he smiled, and tried to forget things like the puke and sirens in the distance. “Yes, you’re very pretty,” I said with as little sarcasm as I could muster. It was the truth, after all.
I still tease him about that day; he has no memory of calling me pretty or asking if he is pretty and doesn't know my answer to that forgotten question. I went to the hospital with Mr. St. James that day, seeing him there for a second time. It became somewhat of a tradition after that, me visiting him, despite the IV’s and occasional blood. Said tradition brought us closer together and gave us someone we could always count on. Especially last year, when I ended up in the position wordlessly claimed by him.
I rubbed my wrist as the police officers left my hospital room, wishing I could’ve had to go into the bad part of town another day. Any other. And, as if on cue, Taylor
“Miranda,” Taylor
I stuck out my bottom lip and pouted. “It’s a black eye and a sprained wrist. That shouldn’t stop you from hugging me!”
He sighed in relief and embraced me tightly. “Good, ‘cause I needed to know you’re okay,” he whispered into my hair.
“I am. As usual.”
We broke apart and, after examining me carefully for a few seconds, Taylor
I frowned. “Basically, you’d think a half-black girl could go up to the ghetto she grew up in without getting mugged.”
“Maybe not one as white as you.” He snickered, becoming serious once the “getting mugged” part registered. “What did the guy want?”
“Just my purse. The guy had a knife, so I gave it to him. He punched me, I fell on my wrist at a wrong angle, and drove up here,” I recited in one breath, bored with the thrice-told explanation.
“But you didn’t call me? Or your mom? Or my mom? Or…me?” He looked like a poor, little, kicked puppy.
“Think I wanted to stay out there, Copernicus?” I sassed, eyebrows raised.
“Guess not.” Taylor
I grabbed his hand with my uninjured one, looked Taylor
“Well, darn!” He slapped his leg lightly. “Mi madre is bringing them, too!”
“Eh…” I shrugged. “You really can’t ever have too many smoothies.”
“As long as they’re mango.”
“You know that’s right.” I grinned. “Now let’s talk about you calling me ‘Miranda.’ It’s just unnatural…”
Musing over our many smoothie/hospital trips causes a lone thought-seagull to fly in and try to snag a BLT while the monkeys throw peanuts at the tourists. “If we’ve done this a gazillion times before, why does it bother me so now?”
I pull into a familiar parking spot and walk familiar path, attempting to shake off the feeling that I am in uncharted waters.
I find Taylor
A voice interrupts my thoughts and causes the flying monkeys to stop the chaos. “Family of Taylor Parsons?”
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