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Throwback Thursday (Where I'm From)
Where I'm from,
It's all about art.
People wanna paint the town,
In different colors.
They wanna sing their voices out-
To the world.
Have fame!
Forget about school and work,
And take the easy way out
Where I'm from,
Snakes would come out,
And hiss out you
Whenever you say something.
They target you
And shoot you with venom.
Then,
You feel like you wanna crawl into bed
Sleep away from that venom,
Even though it still stings
Where I'm from,
You're trapped in a bubble
People talk insane stuff,
As if they have not known-
Known much of the world
There's no pure air
Just laughing gas,
That makes them more hysterical.
Think aloud.
Where I'm from,
People hunger for drama
To enrich their body and mind.
They catch their prey,
By targeting an innocent creature
Then,
Blood spreads
And they drink it
And poisons their mind
It's all about art.
People wanna paint the town,
In different colors.
They wanna sing their voices out-
To the world.
Have fame!
Forget about school and work,
And take the easy way out
Where I'm from,
Snakes would come out,
And hiss out you
Whenever you say something.
They target you
And shoot you with venom.
Then,
You feel like you wanna crawl into bed
Sleep away from that venom,
Even though it still stings
Where I'm from,
You're trapped in a bubble
People talk insane stuff,
As if they have not known-
Known much of the world
There's no pure air
Just laughing gas,
That makes them more hysterical.
Think aloud.
Where I'm from,
People hunger for drama
To enrich their body and mind.
They catch their prey,
By targeting an innocent creature
Then,
Blood spreads
And they drink it
And poisons their mind
Writing Exercises
Happy, Wednesday! We're half way through this week and off for the weekend. I know I want to relax and have fun on the weekend. I hope everyone has plans. Me, I'm just want to read my book and care about anything in the world.
I was going to neglect my blog post for one day, but instead, I had second thoughts. I didn't have anything write about yet. Though, I am going to post a short story for Mystery and Thriller week. I may be into Young Adult and fantasy, but I do love to explore through other genres by doing some writing exercises.
Why do I want to do that? Because I thought it might help me generate an idea for future stories. I can always look back and get an idea on what to write. Plus, it's a good idea to strengthen your mind as you get old. I learned that just today and what better what to do it is by doing some writing exercises.
I'm afraid that I won't post my short story yet, since I'm not done with the outcome of it. Maybe by tomorrow, I'll post it. For now, keep up-to-date with my posts. I will still post tomorrow's edition of Throwback Thursday.
And be sure to check out my new novel, The White Sirens. My excerpt is available on Goodreads. The full of my book is available on Amazon in ebook version. ^-^ https://www.amazon.com/White-Sirens-S...
I was going to neglect my blog post for one day, but instead, I had second thoughts. I didn't have anything write about yet. Though, I am going to post a short story for Mystery and Thriller week. I may be into Young Adult and fantasy, but I do love to explore through other genres by doing some writing exercises.
Why do I want to do that? Because I thought it might help me generate an idea for future stories. I can always look back and get an idea on what to write. Plus, it's a good idea to strengthen your mind as you get old. I learned that just today and what better what to do it is by doing some writing exercises.
I'm afraid that I won't post my short story yet, since I'm not done with the outcome of it. Maybe by tomorrow, I'll post it. For now, keep up-to-date with my posts. I will still post tomorrow's edition of Throwback Thursday.
And be sure to check out my new novel, The White Sirens. My excerpt is available on Goodreads. The full of my book is available on Amazon in ebook version. ^-^ https://www.amazon.com/White-Sirens-S...
A Double Mystery (Dun Dun Dun)
"What does my boss want from me?" I thought when I walked through the halls, passing every cubicle office.
My boss, Mr. Steiner, told me to come to his office immediately when I’m done talking to the customer on the phone. When he first said that, my heart was pacing so fast that I was dizzy. I wasn’t able to concentrate on my call with the customer. Though, I managed to do a good job and hung up the phone before leaving the office.
As I entered the room, everything was empty. Even the paperwork and folders were gone. Was Mr. Steiner missing? He did tell me to meet him in his office before I finish dealing with a customer. I kept telling myself that he must’ve stopped by someone and had to run for a few minutes. It would be no problem.
So to keep me distracted, I looked through his office window. The view was fantastic yet petrifying. I might have been fifty feet from my workplace to that concrete sidewalk. At least I was safe inside Mr. Steiner’s corner office. I dreamed of having my own office like Mr. Steiner’s. Fern trees backed against each corner, a painting of a park bench, street lights, trees in different colors that is hanging by the white, bright wall, dark brown, wooden desk, and a black swivel chair. Of course, I had my own desk and swivel chair, but I had cubicle office like everyone else. It was not as big as Mr. Steiner’s, so it was hard for me to get around when I’m cramped with many paperwork and folders.
If only I had my own office, I wouldn't have to deal with less space or the cold air that gave my bare ankles goosebumps. After all, I was wearing a black suit, white dress shirt, black skirt that is down to my knees, and black heels.
I’ve waited for Mr. Steiner for forty-five minutes, yet he was still not here. Where could he have gone? So without any hesitation, I scanned around his office to find any clues.
Then, I noticed something red on the calendar. "My first clue," I guessed and approached it.
As I got closer, the red ink is circled on today’s date. There was no little note on it. Is this how Mr. Steiner remembered important meetings and social gatherings?
I moved on to my boss’ desk and searched through his belongings. God forbid me, if Mr. Steiner walked through his door and saw me going through his stuff, he would kill me. The door creaked open but, when I looked up, I saw that it was my co-worker/friend, Kate. She stepped back quickly before I could see what she was holding. “Kate, don’t scare me,” I gasped.
“I’m sorry, Erin. I didn’t mean to do that.” My co-worker looked around the office before she asked, “Is Mr. Steiner still not back?”
“No. Do you know where he is?”
“Uh.” Kate was hesitant while looking nervous. I arched my eyebrow, curious by my friend’s behavior. “Nope, not a clue,” she only answered.
I wasn’t buying it because of Kate’s big, nervous grin on her face. I knew that Kate was hiding something and, whenever she hides a secret, she gets nervous. She must’ve known where Mr. Steiner was, and she was holding my next clue that I needed to unveil.
I was going to walk over to where Kate was standing until she closed the door behind her, hearing the sound of Kate’s heavy breathing and footsteps. I cursed under my breath and started run after her.
Everyone was giving me odd glances at me and my friend, but I tried to ignore. I knew that my high heels were not meant for chasing down my friend, but what other choice did I have? At least I was catching up to her.
And I managed to catch her before I caught sight of balloons, flowers, and a banner that says “Happy Promotion and Retirement.”
“Surprise,” everyone yelled in excitement.
I took in what’s around me; my jaw dropped and remained agape, as I couldn’t express what I felt until a few moments later. “What is going on?!”
“It’s your party,” Kate exclaimed.
“And mine,” Mr. Steiner’s voice had cut through, as he walked in front of the crowd.
“I don’t understand, sir. Why is it our party?”
“Because I’m retiring, and I found the perfect person to run this company.” Mr. Steiner walked a few paces toward me and patted me on the shoulder. “I believe can do it, Erin, since you have worked with me for ten years. And now that my time is up, it’s time to pass on the baton to you.”
Mr. Steiner’s words have melted my heart that I could not utter a word. I didn’t expect to get a big promotion from him. It would be an honor that I would run this company as he did. I thought I was going to be fired from him, even though I had been working with Mr. Steiner for so long. But I shouldn’t have thought that before I came to his office.
This was the best surprise that I’d ever had, and it was a good thing that I unveiled a double mystery.
#MysteryWeek
My boss, Mr. Steiner, told me to come to his office immediately when I’m done talking to the customer on the phone. When he first said that, my heart was pacing so fast that I was dizzy. I wasn’t able to concentrate on my call with the customer. Though, I managed to do a good job and hung up the phone before leaving the office.
As I entered the room, everything was empty. Even the paperwork and folders were gone. Was Mr. Steiner missing? He did tell me to meet him in his office before I finish dealing with a customer. I kept telling myself that he must’ve stopped by someone and had to run for a few minutes. It would be no problem.
So to keep me distracted, I looked through his office window. The view was fantastic yet petrifying. I might have been fifty feet from my workplace to that concrete sidewalk. At least I was safe inside Mr. Steiner’s corner office. I dreamed of having my own office like Mr. Steiner’s. Fern trees backed against each corner, a painting of a park bench, street lights, trees in different colors that is hanging by the white, bright wall, dark brown, wooden desk, and a black swivel chair. Of course, I had my own desk and swivel chair, but I had cubicle office like everyone else. It was not as big as Mr. Steiner’s, so it was hard for me to get around when I’m cramped with many paperwork and folders.
If only I had my own office, I wouldn't have to deal with less space or the cold air that gave my bare ankles goosebumps. After all, I was wearing a black suit, white dress shirt, black skirt that is down to my knees, and black heels.
I’ve waited for Mr. Steiner for forty-five minutes, yet he was still not here. Where could he have gone? So without any hesitation, I scanned around his office to find any clues.
Then, I noticed something red on the calendar. "My first clue," I guessed and approached it.
As I got closer, the red ink is circled on today’s date. There was no little note on it. Is this how Mr. Steiner remembered important meetings and social gatherings?
I moved on to my boss’ desk and searched through his belongings. God forbid me, if Mr. Steiner walked through his door and saw me going through his stuff, he would kill me. The door creaked open but, when I looked up, I saw that it was my co-worker/friend, Kate. She stepped back quickly before I could see what she was holding. “Kate, don’t scare me,” I gasped.
“I’m sorry, Erin. I didn’t mean to do that.” My co-worker looked around the office before she asked, “Is Mr. Steiner still not back?”
“No. Do you know where he is?”
“Uh.” Kate was hesitant while looking nervous. I arched my eyebrow, curious by my friend’s behavior. “Nope, not a clue,” she only answered.
I wasn’t buying it because of Kate’s big, nervous grin on her face. I knew that Kate was hiding something and, whenever she hides a secret, she gets nervous. She must’ve known where Mr. Steiner was, and she was holding my next clue that I needed to unveil.
I was going to walk over to where Kate was standing until she closed the door behind her, hearing the sound of Kate’s heavy breathing and footsteps. I cursed under my breath and started run after her.
Everyone was giving me odd glances at me and my friend, but I tried to ignore. I knew that my high heels were not meant for chasing down my friend, but what other choice did I have? At least I was catching up to her.
And I managed to catch her before I caught sight of balloons, flowers, and a banner that says “Happy Promotion and Retirement.”
“Surprise,” everyone yelled in excitement.
I took in what’s around me; my jaw dropped and remained agape, as I couldn’t express what I felt until a few moments later. “What is going on?!”
“It’s your party,” Kate exclaimed.
“And mine,” Mr. Steiner’s voice had cut through, as he walked in front of the crowd.
“I don’t understand, sir. Why is it our party?”
“Because I’m retiring, and I found the perfect person to run this company.” Mr. Steiner walked a few paces toward me and patted me on the shoulder. “I believe can do it, Erin, since you have worked with me for ten years. And now that my time is up, it’s time to pass on the baton to you.”
Mr. Steiner’s words have melted my heart that I could not utter a word. I didn’t expect to get a big promotion from him. It would be an honor that I would run this company as he did. I thought I was going to be fired from him, even though I had been working with Mr. Steiner for so long. But I shouldn’t have thought that before I came to his office.
This was the best surprise that I’d ever had, and it was a good thing that I unveiled a double mystery.
#MysteryWeek
Indian skin (Why it matters)
Hey, everyone. Hope you all are having a wonderful day. I'm going to be busy in an hour or so, but I want to talk about this important topic that everyone's been discussing. It's not totally big, but I do like to talk about it in my blog.
Last week, I heard about Vogue India celebrating their 10th anniversary. And what better way to celebrate is to have a white model in the cover that everyone love/hate (mostly, people hate her).
I'm not trying to bash on Kendall Jenner. Maybe she had an interest in Indian culture (Though, I hardly know much about her). But it's disappointing to see someone, who's not Indian, would be in the cover. I mean I love how some people who are interested in Indian culture. As long as they respect and have full heart on it, that's fine. But I feel like the magazine company used her at the wrong time. Why couldn't they have used popular actors or actresses, like Shah Rukh Khan, Deepika Padukone, or Hrithik Roshan? That has baffled my mind.
Instead of having white models being on the cover magazine, why can't they do something special? For instance, why can't they celebrate of what makes India so special and unique? I've heard that girls with darker brown skin feel like they want to have fair skin like famous Bollywood stars. Meaning, they waste their time changing their skin by using fair creams and cosmetics (I know, right).
So let's all take a moment and think. Maybe Vogue India should've done that. However, it's too late. So instead, I want to end it on a positive. So all you desi boys and girls, dark skin or not, you are beautiful just the way you are. No need to change your skin to be fair and white. And no need to adapt to one's culture to fit in. If you feel uncomfortable to do what other people are doing, then don't do it! ^-^
Last week, I heard about Vogue India celebrating their 10th anniversary. And what better way to celebrate is to have a white model in the cover that everyone love/hate (mostly, people hate her).
I'm not trying to bash on Kendall Jenner. Maybe she had an interest in Indian culture (Though, I hardly know much about her). But it's disappointing to see someone, who's not Indian, would be in the cover. I mean I love how some people who are interested in Indian culture. As long as they respect and have full heart on it, that's fine. But I feel like the magazine company used her at the wrong time. Why couldn't they have used popular actors or actresses, like Shah Rukh Khan, Deepika Padukone, or Hrithik Roshan? That has baffled my mind.
Instead of having white models being on the cover magazine, why can't they do something special? For instance, why can't they celebrate of what makes India so special and unique? I've heard that girls with darker brown skin feel like they want to have fair skin like famous Bollywood stars. Meaning, they waste their time changing their skin by using fair creams and cosmetics (I know, right).
So let's all take a moment and think. Maybe Vogue India should've done that. However, it's too late. So instead, I want to end it on a positive. So all you desi boys and girls, dark skin or not, you are beautiful just the way you are. No need to change your skin to be fair and white. And no need to adapt to one's culture to fit in. If you feel uncomfortable to do what other people are doing, then don't do it! ^-^
Throwback Thursday (Lost Soul)
I'm a lost soul,
Crushed by society.
I was once brave.
But now,
I'm shattered into tiny peices.
I don't consider myself
A human,
Who are vile.
Heartless.
I cannot trust one
In today's society.
I'm more of a pure soul,
Lost but
Gentle.
Light weight yet
Kind hearted.
If only--
If only humans can learn that.
Crushed by society.
I was once brave.
But now,
I'm shattered into tiny peices.
I don't consider myself
A human,
Who are vile.
Heartless.
I cannot trust one
In today's society.
I'm more of a pure soul,
Lost but
Gentle.
Light weight yet
Kind hearted.
If only--
If only humans can learn that.
Throwback Thursday Part 1 (Seven Years Old)
I dreamt of wondrous imagination.
Wore my mom’s special blanket
To keep away dark shadows and demons.
It’s my special shield.
It made me feel superhuman.
I could take it everywhere.
That’s my own rule--
As a kid.
I look up to movies and shows
That fill up my imagination.
I was ready for action and excitement,
All thanks to my little mind.
I even thought elegant dresses
Would turn me into a princess.
I ignore the world’s opinion.
I was in my own little world.
My own world was my oyster.
I made monsters come to life.
My family and friends would smile,
Whenever I smile.
They always love my imagination.
I was the kid--
Who would never worry.
That was me--
When I was seven years old.
Wore my mom’s special blanket
To keep away dark shadows and demons.
It’s my special shield.
It made me feel superhuman.
I could take it everywhere.
That’s my own rule--
As a kid.
I look up to movies and shows
That fill up my imagination.
I was ready for action and excitement,
All thanks to my little mind.
I even thought elegant dresses
Would turn me into a princess.
I ignore the world’s opinion.
I was in my own little world.
My own world was my oyster.
I made monsters come to life.
My family and friends would smile,
Whenever I smile.
They always love my imagination.
I was the kid--
Who would never worry.
That was me--
When I was seven years old.
Throwback Thursday Part 2 (Seventeen Years Old)
Thought everything would be perfect.
Thought my imaginations would last.
The world has shunned me
With alcohol and sex.
I’ve lost my innocence,
And my bond with people.
I’m no longer a part of them.
All this time,
I thought people appreciate me.
Now everything’s a lie to me.
I can never tell which one’s good,
Or which one is nasty.
I’ve lost society’s trust.
I’m no longer a conformity,
But I am on my own.
I’m no longer on my own race,
But I keep my own heritage alive.
I stay away from the world,
So I won’t be like them.
The only thing that is left unshattered.
Unharmed.
The only thing that remains---
It's my own world,
Even though I'm seventeen years old.
Thought my imaginations would last.
The world has shunned me
With alcohol and sex.
I’ve lost my innocence,
And my bond with people.
I’m no longer a part of them.
All this time,
I thought people appreciate me.
Now everything’s a lie to me.
I can never tell which one’s good,
Or which one is nasty.
I’ve lost society’s trust.
I’m no longer a conformity,
But I am on my own.
I’m no longer on my own race,
But I keep my own heritage alive.
I stay away from the world,
So I won’t be like them.
The only thing that is left unshattered.
Unharmed.
The only thing that remains---
It's my own world,
Even though I'm seventeen years old.
Flashback Friday (Gone Too Soon)
I remembered that important lesson in my life, and I
could never forget it. I was at school one day, and I saw my best friend hanging around with people that he used to hate. He was wearing a shirt that has a picture of Biggie Smalls, baggy jeans that look loose, and a hat that has black and white designs.
My friend, Jose, never liked the guys who were irresponsible and roam around in the halls. Now Jose hung around with them. Lately, Jose had been ditching his classes and has stopped talking to me, ever since we were done with sophomore year in high school.
When we were in junior year, and things were different.
Without even thinking for a second, I decided to go over to my --now acquaintance --and get answers from him. I grabbed him by the shoulder and asked, "Jose, what's wrong with you?"
"Ay! It's Niki, everybody," Jose exclaimed in a cocky way. His friends were laughing because either they were laughing at a girl, who wore tomboyish clothes, or Jose's new buddies were laughing behind his back. "How's it going, girl? We never talked to each other much."
"That's because you never did," I said, gritting through my teeth and gave an edge of irritation. My cheeks were burning because of the way my friend was acting. "Now what the fuck is your problem?!"
"Nothing, geez!" Jose raised his arms in defense, after I blew a fuse. "Don't be hatin' on me. I've been doing a lot of changes over the summer and look at me now."
Jose turned to his friend and gave them a slap on the hand while laughing. Then, he turned to me. "Besides, I got my new fam, and they'll be lookin' out for me."
"For you," I echoed. "For you?! Are you insane? You're better than this, Jose. That is not like you at all."
"Chill, Niki." He puts his hand in front of me, as if he was trying to calm our conversation down. Though, that was blatantly rude. "You don't know what it's like to be me."
"I already know what you've been through," I yelled at Jose. I remembered during freshmen and sophomore year, Jose had been dealing with a lot of drama. Jose's girlfriend, Timber, had cheated on him, whenever he's not with her.
Then, two of his friends transferred into
different schools, because one of them thought our school was racist. And believe me, he was too high alert about racism and he would get angry at an instant. Jose's other friend had a deal with another school that has the best football team. Both Jose and his friend play football in our high school's team. When his friend got discovered by the greatest football team from another school, he decided to transfer there, leaving Jose in the pit.
What made it even worse was when Jose and his ex girlfriend were trying to be friends as possible. Though, things didn't go so well, because Jose's ex girlfriend was clingy to him. Worst of all, they've been getting fights, as if they're already a married couple. Finally, they stopped talking each other when Timber
dropped the bomb on him. One day, Jose was just talking to his friends, how Timber was so clingy to him. Apparently, she heard Jose's conversation and started spreading rumors around school by twisting and turning Jose's words around. Jose would tell me everything before he changed.
So here I was, standing there and stared straight at Jose, feeling angered by his attitude. "I've already seen your pain, Jose," I reiterrated. "You know that I stuck up for you and helped you a lot. Now you just don't wanna be mister nice guy and get rid of your old friends for new ones?"
Jose licked his own lips, trying to get rid of that dry feeling of pain and guilt. “Listen,” he began. "High school has changed me a lot, and I can no longer deal with my past. The past is long gone, and it’s time for me to move on.”
With innocent eyes, I approached to Jose. “Does that mean you wanna get rid of the friends, who have been sticking up to you for the longest?”
Jose was hesitant now. It looked like he has nothing to say. Instead, Jose murmured, “Look, I gotta go.”
And just like that, Jose walked a bit faster to get away from me. His friends followed
him behind while snickering passed me.
So looking back now, I realized that high school could
change a lot of people in different ways. It’s either for the better or for the worse. But most of the time, high school changed for the worse. It even splits friendship in the blink of an eye. It didn't matter to me anymore. All I knew is that I had to stick up for my for myself
and that’s that. More importantly, I had to keep my heart shielded from negative influences, so I wouldn’t end up like my once best friend. All I gotta do is walk away...
could never forget it. I was at school one day, and I saw my best friend hanging around with people that he used to hate. He was wearing a shirt that has a picture of Biggie Smalls, baggy jeans that look loose, and a hat that has black and white designs.
My friend, Jose, never liked the guys who were irresponsible and roam around in the halls. Now Jose hung around with them. Lately, Jose had been ditching his classes and has stopped talking to me, ever since we were done with sophomore year in high school.
When we were in junior year, and things were different.
Without even thinking for a second, I decided to go over to my --now acquaintance --and get answers from him. I grabbed him by the shoulder and asked, "Jose, what's wrong with you?"
"Ay! It's Niki, everybody," Jose exclaimed in a cocky way. His friends were laughing because either they were laughing at a girl, who wore tomboyish clothes, or Jose's new buddies were laughing behind his back. "How's it going, girl? We never talked to each other much."
"That's because you never did," I said, gritting through my teeth and gave an edge of irritation. My cheeks were burning because of the way my friend was acting. "Now what the fuck is your problem?!"
"Nothing, geez!" Jose raised his arms in defense, after I blew a fuse. "Don't be hatin' on me. I've been doing a lot of changes over the summer and look at me now."
Jose turned to his friend and gave them a slap on the hand while laughing. Then, he turned to me. "Besides, I got my new fam, and they'll be lookin' out for me."
"For you," I echoed. "For you?! Are you insane? You're better than this, Jose. That is not like you at all."
"Chill, Niki." He puts his hand in front of me, as if he was trying to calm our conversation down. Though, that was blatantly rude. "You don't know what it's like to be me."
"I already know what you've been through," I yelled at Jose. I remembered during freshmen and sophomore year, Jose had been dealing with a lot of drama. Jose's girlfriend, Timber, had cheated on him, whenever he's not with her.
Then, two of his friends transferred into
different schools, because one of them thought our school was racist. And believe me, he was too high alert about racism and he would get angry at an instant. Jose's other friend had a deal with another school that has the best football team. Both Jose and his friend play football in our high school's team. When his friend got discovered by the greatest football team from another school, he decided to transfer there, leaving Jose in the pit.
What made it even worse was when Jose and his ex girlfriend were trying to be friends as possible. Though, things didn't go so well, because Jose's ex girlfriend was clingy to him. Worst of all, they've been getting fights, as if they're already a married couple. Finally, they stopped talking each other when Timber
dropped the bomb on him. One day, Jose was just talking to his friends, how Timber was so clingy to him. Apparently, she heard Jose's conversation and started spreading rumors around school by twisting and turning Jose's words around. Jose would tell me everything before he changed.
So here I was, standing there and stared straight at Jose, feeling angered by his attitude. "I've already seen your pain, Jose," I reiterrated. "You know that I stuck up for you and helped you a lot. Now you just don't wanna be mister nice guy and get rid of your old friends for new ones?"
Jose licked his own lips, trying to get rid of that dry feeling of pain and guilt. “Listen,” he began. "High school has changed me a lot, and I can no longer deal with my past. The past is long gone, and it’s time for me to move on.”
With innocent eyes, I approached to Jose. “Does that mean you wanna get rid of the friends, who have been sticking up to you for the longest?”
Jose was hesitant now. It looked like he has nothing to say. Instead, Jose murmured, “Look, I gotta go.”
And just like that, Jose walked a bit faster to get away from me. His friends followed
him behind while snickering passed me.
So looking back now, I realized that high school could
change a lot of people in different ways. It’s either for the better or for the worse. But most of the time, high school changed for the worse. It even splits friendship in the blink of an eye. It didn't matter to me anymore. All I knew is that I had to stick up for my for myself
and that’s that. More importantly, I had to keep my heart shielded from negative influences, so I wouldn’t end up like my once best friend. All I gotta do is walk away...
Upcoming collaboration and More
Hey, everyone. It is the weekend! The week felt long but that's ok. At least I'm enjoying myself, reading The mortal Instruments series and getting new ideas for future stories.
I've teamed up with my sister to do a collaboration for her Youtube channel. My sister does gaming channel, but she needs more ideas for it. So my sister was hoping that I can help her. We'll see how it plays out. If you're interested in gaming or you know someone who likes gaming, check out my sister's channel. I'll give you guys the link to check it out. So far, she did Phoenix Wright and Pokemon games. I give my sister full love and support. Hopefully, you guys can do the same. https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCPPL...
I've updated my Author page on Goodreads. I've added two quotes from book that seem intriguing for all you readers. I'm trying my best to promote my book as much as I can. Just letting you all know, I did not spoil the book for you guys, if anyone is planning to read it. It pertains to description of my book, The White Sirens.
One last thing, I'm planning to write another novel soon. I've taken a head start, but I still have trouble writing due to writer's block (damn them). I know, in my heart, I will come up with something juicy and exciting as my book. Though, it's going to be different. ^-^
In the meantime, keep checking my blog. And check out my latest novel, The White Sirens. Available one Amazon in ebook version. https://www.amazon.com/White-Sirens-S...
I've teamed up with my sister to do a collaboration for her Youtube channel. My sister does gaming channel, but she needs more ideas for it. So my sister was hoping that I can help her. We'll see how it plays out. If you're interested in gaming or you know someone who likes gaming, check out my sister's channel. I'll give you guys the link to check it out. So far, she did Phoenix Wright and Pokemon games. I give my sister full love and support. Hopefully, you guys can do the same. https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCPPL...
I've updated my Author page on Goodreads. I've added two quotes from book that seem intriguing for all you readers. I'm trying my best to promote my book as much as I can. Just letting you all know, I did not spoil the book for you guys, if anyone is planning to read it. It pertains to description of my book, The White Sirens.
One last thing, I'm planning to write another novel soon. I've taken a head start, but I still have trouble writing due to writer's block (damn them). I know, in my heart, I will come up with something juicy and exciting as my book. Though, it's going to be different. ^-^
In the meantime, keep checking my blog. And check out my latest novel, The White Sirens. Available one Amazon in ebook version. https://www.amazon.com/White-Sirens-S...
Summer: A Love-Hate Relationship
It is summer time
Fun and excitement arrives
Free from stress and work
To me, it is a burden.
Painful memories come to me
Few things I love most
Dipping feet in warm water
Basking in hot sun
But, darkness rises inside
Can’t keep away from memories
Stress and emotions
Have been consumed for so long
Warm air makes me sick
So cool me down with warm water
Remove my anxiety now
As much I love you
But I also hate you, too
So sorry Summer
Fun and excitement arrives
Free from stress and work
To me, it is a burden.
Painful memories come to me
Few things I love most
Dipping feet in warm water
Basking in hot sun
But, darkness rises inside
Can’t keep away from memories
Stress and emotions
Have been consumed for so long
Warm air makes me sick
So cool me down with warm water
Remove my anxiety now
As much I love you
But I also hate you, too
So sorry Summer
