Four high school students encounter an evil spirit. Thoroughly cliched and hopelessly derivative. When he fell from the cliff’s edge into the foggy abyss, Mikhail flipped over and over for what seemed like both forever and only a moment. He landed without any pain—in fact, he could hardly feel his own body—on the bank of … Continue reading Ch 13. High School Ritual: The Dead Land (SepSceneWriMo)
Ch 12. High School Ritual: Progress Report (SepSceneWriMo)
Four high school students encounter an evil spirit. Thoroughly cliched and hopelessly derivative. Exactly one week after the ritual, Vanessa settled into her plush La-Z-Boy and rocked back and forth. Everything was according to plan. Chad’s life was going to spiral downwards without football to keep him afloat, and that girl with the green hair … Continue reading Ch 12. High School Ritual: Progress Report (SepSceneWriMo)
Ch 11. High School Ritual: The Straight-A Student
Four high school students encounter an evil spirit. Thoroughly cliched and hopelessly derivative. After yet another night of barely sleeping, Chad dropped into his seat in first period English. He rubbed his eyes and laid his head on the desk. He hadn’t gone to any football practice or even partied a little. To pass the … Continue reading Ch 11. High School Ritual: The Straight-A Student
Ch 10. High School Ritual: I’ll Get You, My Pretty, and Your Little Mouse, Too (SepSceneWriMo)
Four high school students encounter an evil spirit. Thoroughly cliched and hopelessly derivative. On Monday night, Natalie sat cross-legged on her bedroom floor, holding Mr. Squeaks against her cheek. She stroked his nose and whiskers and kissed his head. Mr. Squeaks was the only thing that made her happy. She kissed him once more, placed … Continue reading Ch 10. High School Ritual: I’ll Get You, My Pretty, and Your Little Mouse, Too (SepSceneWriMo)
Ch 9. High School Ritual: The Mirror (SepSceneWriMo)
Four high school students encounter an evil spirit. Thoroughly cliched and hopelessly derivative. The family started dinner without waiting for him. The bathtub was running and Mikhail was staring in the mirror. Greasy black hair, pale skin, the purple eyes of one who hasn’t slept in days. He had made his plan. Dinner was not … Continue reading Ch 9. High School Ritual: The Mirror (SepSceneWriMo)
Ch 8. High School Ritual: The MVP (SepSceneWriMo)
Four high school students encounter an evil spirit. Thoroughly cliched and hopelessly derivative. After the evacuation, Chad surprisingly didn’t feel like going to practice. Normally he enjoyed a nice, long, hot shower with his teammates in the locker room to loosen up and relax, but it didn’t appeal to him that day. Neither did playing. … Continue reading Ch 8. High School Ritual: The MVP (SepSceneWriMo)
Three Years Ago Today
Early September is a good time of year to think about birthdays and deaths. The beautiful summer begins to show subtle hints of the coming end. Are there more beautiful skies than in September? Was there a more beautiful day than September 11, 2001? But the weather provided no protection against tragedy. I know someone … Continue reading Three Years Ago Today
Ch 7. High School Ritual: Class Time (SepSceneWriMo)
Four high school students encounter an evil spirit. Thoroughly cliched and hopelessly derivative. On the Monday morning following the game, Vanessa, Chad, Natalie, and Mikhail were seated in their first period English class. Natalie held her head up with one hand, her face curtained by her faded green hair, stared down at her notes, and … Continue reading Ch 7. High School Ritual: Class Time (SepSceneWriMo)
Ch 6. High School Ritual: Dear Daddy (SepSceneWriMo)
Four high school students encounter an evil spirit. Thoroughly cliched and hopelessly derivative. Growing up, nothing Mikhail did was ever right. Not according to his father, anyway. A career army man, he was disgusted by the quiet, passive nature of his son. One of Mikhail’s most vivid memories was when his father made him play … Continue reading Ch 6. High School Ritual: Dear Daddy (SepSceneWriMo)
Ch 5. High School Ritual: Mr. Squeaks (SepSceneWriMo)
Four high school students encounter an evil spirit. Thoroughly cliched and hopelessly derivative. After the game, Natalie waited for her mother to pick her up under an orange streetlight on the curb a good distance away from the football field. She crossed her arms, bit her lip, tapped her foot, jiggled her leg—any movement to … Continue reading Ch 5. High School Ritual: Mr. Squeaks (SepSceneWriMo)
Ch 4. High School Ritual: The Curse (SepSceneWriMo)
Four high school students encounter an evil spirit. Thoroughly cliched and hopelessly derivative. Vanessa found herself in a dusky corridor constructed of pure marble. The recesses in the walls contained vases full of blood-red roses and lilies. She wondered if she were dreaming—yet she clearly remembered lighting the incense, the smoke blowing through her window … Continue reading Ch 4. High School Ritual: The Curse (SepSceneWriMo)
Ch 3. High School Ritual: A Woman Scorned (SepSceneWriMo)
Four high school students encounter an evil spirit. Thoroughly cliched and hopelessly derivative. Why hadn’t he called her yet? Last night was everything Vanessa had planned for and more. Chad’s team won the championship and he had scored the final points. He even let her hold the trophy for the newspaper photographs. And after everyone … Continue reading Ch 3. High School Ritual: A Woman Scorned (SepSceneWriMo)
Ch 2. High School Ritual: Tonight’s the Night (SepSceneWriMo)
Four high school students encounter an evil spirit. Thoroughly cliched and hopelessly derivative. Vanessa stared at the red nails on her right hand. Tonight was the football championship. Chad was already considered the MVP of the season and this game was going to seal the deal. She had four hours left to get ready. “Will … Continue reading Ch 2. High School Ritual: Tonight’s the Night (SepSceneWriMo)
Ch 1. High School Ritual: The Big Game (#SepSceneWriMo)
Four high school students encounter an evil spirit. Thoroughly cliched and hopelessly derivative. On Friday, the high school let out and students streamed out of all exits. Windows were slammed shut and the hallways cleared. Even the loiterers were in a hurry. In five hours the sunset would be blazing, the perfect backdrop to the … Continue reading Ch 1. High School Ritual: The Big Game (#SepSceneWriMo)
“Who” the hell knows
Something that came up in a recent comment section got me thinking about how much we show of ourselves on our blogs. I try to be honest about what I'm feeling because I blog for personal enjoyment and socializing. All of us only reveal a slice of who we are which we gradually shape into … Continue reading “Who” the hell knows
My reflections meandered once again.
Another rambling introspective on what else but myself... I promised myself I would live according to the principle of acceptance. No more comparisons with others. No more stubbornness, because "it shouldn't have to be that way," as if that justified a freak-out. It's hard, because I have a strong sense of toddler-justice, flaring up at … Continue reading My reflections meandered once again.
Where I was all those years
From graduate school to retail, via epilepsy road. Don't mind me, just walking down the hall, having a little seizure... If it weren’t for Internet support forums, I’d never know the stories of other epileptic people. Guilt lifts through catharsis when you realize that so many of the things you blamed yourself for were really … Continue reading Where I was all those years
I went from 6.6% to 1.5% to 18.1% above minimum wage.
Oh yes, it's a job rant! And you know who that means! If you don't want to hear about her, go away! If you know my story you might not believe me, but I managed to wrangle a raise out of my boss. Instead of doing yearly reviews, they’re now doing quarterly ones so that … Continue reading I went from 6.6% to 1.5% to 18.1% above minimum wage.
Heaven’s just a bus ride away.
A story. Fiction. Yeah, fiction. I With steady hands, Greta gripped her lunch tray, and through the crowds of jerkoff jocks and bimbo clones, pimply nerds and green-haired freaks, she marched to her empty table in the cafeteria. They were no more to her than noise. She laid down the tray and took a pad … Continue reading Heaven’s just a bus ride away.
Oh the joys of womanhood, by a confessed hypochondriac.
“Ooo, that was brutal.” The woman in the white robe dropped into the chair. “Oh, it’s brutal alright,” the other woman in a white robe replies. “I don’t remember it being that brutal.” In a white robe, I glance up super quick and then back down to my journal. What was brutal?! It’s not my … Continue reading Oh the joys of womanhood, by a confessed hypochondriac.
