Daily Prompt: Snapshot Stories

It’s time for another Daily Prompt.

This is me when I was 4 years old. I remember it was a short trip to a park for a picnic with my Preschool, and I went on the swings with my classmates. I look like I’m a plotting something in the picture, but I think I was just caught by surprise :p. Later on, I tried to go up the tallest slide, but I fell and landed on the gravel (ouch!). I, of course cried, but I kept going :p. I just went to another tall slide and my mom took a picture of me with a look of terror. When I was little, I had a fear of slides, but for some weird reason I still tried to go on them. I blame it on both of my parents; my dad hates heights, my mom loves adrenaline.

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❤ ❤ ❤ Love, Ellie ❤ ❤ ❤

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My very first 2 blog nominations!

The very awesome and kind Jenni has nominated for 2 blog awards. I am extremely humbled and grateful for these nominations, Jenni! She makes me laugh with her posts and is a very inspiring blogger. Pay her a visit, you won’t regret it :). Here are the two awards I’ve been nominated for:

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The One Lovely Blog Award by belsbror

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The Dragon Loyalty award by markbialczak

I’d like to thank Jenni, of course, and the creators of these awards :). It is my first time doing this, so I hope I wrote this post correctly :p. Before I post my nominees, I must provide 7 random facts about myself. Ready?

1) I cannot write without Enya’s music playing in the background.

2) I watch the movies Lord of the Rings, Titanic and Jurrasic Park at least once a month.

3) I cannot live without tea.

4) I came up with the name for my main character (in the book I’m writing) while in the bathroom.

5) I masterminded a plan to run from home and sort of succeeded at the age of 2 (mum caught me before I could cross the street! Poor mum!)

6) One night while babysitting, the family’s cat brought in a LIVE mouse. I had to chase the cat, then grabbed him and threw him (gently) outside. They still tell the story to everyone :p. It was a funny experience.

7) When I was younger, I wrote my diaries using a fantasy format. I did this in case anyone ever read them :p. So, a trip to the bakery would be disguised as a detective story.

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Now, onto the nominations! But before I write them, I’d also like to thank Robert Downey Jr and Leonardo DiCaprio for helping me…okay, fine, I’ll stop daydreaming :p

I would like to nominate the following blogs to the 2 awards. I wish I could nominate all, but can only do up to 10…so I’ll nominate 11 :p. I’m  going to play rule-breaker for today :p. These bloggers have been very kind to me!

http://theobviousandhidden.com/

http://dragoneystory.wordpress.com

http://ruthierufiebob.wordpress.com

http://teddylee01.wordpress.com

http://piglove.wordpress.com

http://mesayah.wordpress.com

http://wonderofmyworlds.wordpress.com

http://kelzbelzphotography.wordpress.com

http://seshatwuji.wordpress.com

http://illicitbynature.com/

http://forayintofoodstorage.com/

❤ ❤ ❤ Love, Ellie ❤ ❤ ❤

 

Through the eyes of my childhood series: Chapter One – Hiding

We all have one thing in common; we were all children. It amazes me at the things I used to do when I was little, and how many of those things have followed me into adulthood. I’ve decided to start these new series called, “Through the eyes of my childhood.” I want to share with you the things I did when I was little, either from memory or the stories my parents have told me. I guess I’m also hoping you experienced the same, so I won’t seem like a lunatic.

First of all, one thing you need to know about me: I don’t drink coffee, because it’s as if I had natural caffeine running through veins on a daily basis. I’m like a possessed squirrel that was possessed by the Tasmanian devil that was possessed by the Road Runner. What I’m trying to say here is that I’m a hyper/happy person. Based on the stories I’ve been told, I used to be the same when I was little. I don’t know if I was a hyper/happy fetus, but it’s best if I don’t ask right now.

One of my favourite things to play was hide-and-go-seek. That game was the easiest for me to play; you just needed to know how to hide and how to find someone. It’s sad that nowadays, the only time I’d play this game would be if I were being chased by a creep, dinosaur, or a zombie. There were moments when I played by myself or with my sister (she’ll tell you I mostly teased her, but don’t listen to her), or I simply hid in order to escape into my own daydreaming world.

My favourite hiding place was my closet. I shared a room with my sister and the closet was big enough for us to fit inside. I sat inside to play with my stuffed animals and dolls. I was afraid of the dark, so I never closed the door, unless I wanted to tease my family. There was an instance when my mom was in the kitchen and I decided to hide in the closet (without telling her I was going to hide) until she figured I was gone and went all over the house to find me. In my mind, it was just a game, but in her mind it was a heartache. In my mind I probably went, “How was I supposed to know she thought I was lost? After all, I knew where I was.” But, she probably knew where I was and just played along. I mean, when I was 2 years old, I unlocked the front door and ran, so she was used to me playing tricks on her all the time (that’s another story I’m gonna tell later).

Nowadays, I have a thing for closets, because they are a great place to hide from reality (or a robber). I have a wooden shelf where I sit and play on the ipod, read, or imagine stories. I’m still waiting to go to Narnia, so perhaps it is my way to prepare for when it happens…I mean, IF it happens. Hey, I can dream 😉

Now I ask YOU, what was YOUR favourite place to hide?

 

 

Of course! The world doesn’t rule me today!

“A Novel Idea” app

First of all, I’m typing on my iPod, so I apologize if I don’t catch any errors (I mostly use my laptop to post) .

Anyway, I was checking the App Store and I stumbled upon this app. It seems like a great tool for writers to organize their ideas. It’s easy to use and it’s FREE!!! It’s called, “A Novel Idea”.

I’m going to see how much it helps me. Let me know if you have used it before! Here’s a screenshot:

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Have a great night! I gotta wake up early tomorrow (well, I guess it’s Tuesday already haha). I have a Zumba class in the morning :p

Short Story: Laura’s Closet – Part Three

Just a little background about this story. I was inspired by a conversation with 2 of my friends, during my vacation in Vancouver :). I started writing it last week. I’m giving the readers a bit of time before I post the other parts, so you can all catch up!

If you haven’t read the first 2 parts of this short story (both links open in a new window), here they are:

Laura’s Closet – Part One

Laura’s Closet – Part Two

Laura’s Closet – Part Three

Laura’s attempts to contact her friends were disappointing; all her calls went straight to voicemail. She tried to desperately write everything she had gone through, just in case her memories started to fade. “Hello, Mother Nature? Are you there? Can you hear me? Please, come!” She shouted.

For all she knew, everything could have been a dream. She sat on her bed and talked to herself. “Ok, maybe it WAS a dream. It really happened, but it happened in a dream. Alright, I’m not making any sense”. She started pacing around the room, coming up with explanations in her mind – none of them led to anything. “If I sleep, I might see her. But, she has control over the weather, so if I go outside and shout her name, she might come? No wait, people will think I’m insane. I don’t know what to do!” she whined.

But, she took a nap anyway, to try and make contact with Mother Nature. She was the type of person who didn’t like to feel useless. She had to keep occupied. She awoke a couple of hours later, feeling restless and still without answers. However, she saw she had two voicemails, from Alliese and Sonia. “Finally, now we’re getting somewhere,” she positively thought.

She invited them over to her place for tea. She made sure to get her box filled with a variety of organic teas, and a box of ladyfingers. At the last minute, she quickly grabbed a bottle of red wine, she had been saving for extraordinary occasions – this was it. After all, she wasn’t sure of how they were going to react to her situation. It was black or white to her; either they understood and supported, or they supported and had her committed to an institution.

She heard the intercom and let them in. Alliese and Sonia were very happy to see her, but Laura couldn’t hide her confusion under the fake smile she forced herself to make.

“Ok, what’s wrong?” Asked Sonia.

“Nothing.” Laura responded.

Alliese knew her better than to go back and forth with Laura, trying to get the scoop of whatever she was hiding. She went straight to the table and opened the bottle of wine, poured three glasses, gently grabbed Laura’s arm and led her to the sofa. “Okay, spill, spill it all, spill the beans, the cookies, spill it all except for the wine” Alliese told her. Laura let out a chuckle, and she knew she had to tell them. “Alright, but hold on to that wine glass,” she comfortably sat on the sofa.

“Wait, how come when it was ME who asked if something was wrong, you didn’t say anything?” Sonia asked.

“That’s because I opened the wine. Everyone knows wine is a secret spiller,” Alliese said.

“Fair enough, but I’m still upset,” Sonia added.

“You won’t be after I tell you what happened,” Laura interrupted.

She proceeded to tell them about her hike and her encounter with Mother Nature.  “There! Now say it, I’m crazy, right?” Laura took three sips of wine and waited for a reaction. She did not get any reactions for a bit. Instead, she saw their owl-like eyes fixated upon her, for a good five minutes. It seemed like they were in some sort of trance, but she figured it was the wine that added the extra effect.

“Well…?” She asked them.

“You are right. We need to send you to a mental institution,” Alliese said.

“Sadly, I agree,” Sonia added.

Even though, part of her thought this would happen, Laura wasn’t expecting it to be so sudden and cold. Alliese and Sonia stood at the same time; Sonia went to the kitchen, and Alliese grabbed her cell phone. Seeing this, Laura was getting agitated. She thought it wasn’t fair that, they didn’t even try to process it. They just stared at her for five minutes.  “Maybe you need time to process it. I know this is all very weird!” She yelled at Alliese, who seemed to be on hold on the phone. But, before she could respond to Laura, she began talking to someone on the other line. “Yes, I’d like a large with spicy sausage, pepperoni and green peppers…”

Laura was confused, why was Alliese ordering pizza? This whole time she thought she was calling all the mental institutions, to see which one would take her, as soon as possible. Alliese hung up, but before she could speak, Sonia reappeared with plates and napkins.

“Wait, what? What’s going on? I’m confused, Alliese. Weren’t you calling specialists?”Laura said tensely.

“Do you think we would? Oh my goodness, Sonia, are you hearing this? I knew she would think, we’d have her committed!” Alliese laughed.

“But, you said…” Laura paused.

“Yes, but I was joking. Well, we were joking. I can’t believe you actually fell for it, ha ha. I was just trying to ease the tension you seemed to be having,” she laughed.

Laura didn’t feel like being part of a joke, but she admitted to herself that it was a good one. These were her best friends, why would she think they would send her away so quickly? She was relieved that she wasn’t going anywhere. Even if they ended up thinking she was insane, at least she had more time to convince them otherwise -Or to convince herself she wasn’t crazy. There was still a chance she was.

Once the pizza arrived, they brainstormed ideas on how to use this new “power”.  A lot of questions poured over their table. “Have you thought of creating your own weather channel?” Sonia suggested.  They thought about it for a few minutes, but Laura mentioned what Mother Nature told her, that it was to find the answers to her deepest sorrows. She didn’t think her own weather channel would calm all the turmoil in her soul-whatever turmoil that was, she was still unsure of what it was.

Alliese suddenly had a thought in mind, “You know what we need to do? We need to come up with a name for Mother Nature. Calling her Mother Nature is just too tiring,” she said. Laura and Sonia cried with laughter, but stopped at the realization that she had a good idea. She thought it would be a good way to make her seem a bit more human to them, and make her visit seem a bit less chaotic.

“How does Melissa sound?” Laura said.

“Too common,” Sonia answered.

“That’s the whole point, isn’t it?” Laura asked.

After a list filled with a hundred names, they finally agreed that Mother Nature’s nickname would be, Elena. The three friends seemed happy about it, and went back to brainstorming. Laura thought about the weather and how in the morning, she seemed to have picked the right outfit without thinking. Suddenly, an idea popped in her mind. “So, how about a blog?” she asked. They paused for a couple of minutes, looking at each other back and forth. It looked like they were getting somewhere.

A blog just about the weather sounded too simple, and they wanted to take it one step further. “Not just a weather blog, but about fashion!” Laura said. But, she wouldn’t let her friends respond. Instead, she shouted ideas out loud, that caught their attention. “We’re not just going to talk about the weather. We will simply suggest fashion trends for daily wear, based on weather prediction. In fact, we shouldn’t even talk about the weather. We’ll just write about outfits people should wear each day, that will be accurately appropriate for the day’s weather,” Laura explained.

And so, the idea started to become a reality in their minds. Alliese was going to help with the web design, Sonia was going to help with the editing, Laura was going to predict the weather, and they were all going to come up with fashion ideas. All they needed is a name for the blog. They decided on using Laura’s name, because “Elena” did mention this was to be a learning experience for her. And so they came up with the name, “Laura’s Closet”.

-End of Part Three-

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Short Story: Laura’s Closet – Part One

This is a short story I started last week. It was inspired by a conversation I had with my friends. Here’s Part One. Enjoy!! 😀

Laura’s Closet: Part One

Her name was Laura, and she had just been promoted to a management role. She was quite happy, as she had been waiting for this, for a long time. This new position meant full-time hours and all the benefits she hoped for. Her boss gave her the rest of the day off. It came at the right time, too.  Earlier in the week, she had promised her best friends Alliese and Sonia that she would meet them for coffee.

The plans were arranged, and she eagerly picked her best outfit – it was just a casual girls meeting, but she took it seriously – she wore black dressing pants, a mint green blouse, and two-inch black heels. She grabbed her coat, and was heading to the door, when she changed her mind. She had not seen her best friends in a while, and wanted to look her best. This meeting was different from others, because a few years prior, they had all gone through quite a journey.

Three years ago, Laura was a full-time student and held a part-time job at her local coffee shop. Overall, she was content with her life. She knew she wanted to become an IT professional. However, after a talk with her inner feelings, she felt a void that she couldn’t explain. She figured she was stressed out and needed time off.

The temperatures were rising, and she decided to go on a hike – like she used to before going to university – and so, she got ready. There was no hiking plan, which wasn’t too responsible of her, but she did not care at that moment. She told herself, she would plan her return path as she hiked along. She stumbled upon branches and went leaf sampling for a bit – which she loved doing when she was young. She felt a bit unnerving about the bugs she found, but resisted the urge of squashing them. But, for the first time, she took one of her leaves and picked up a red ladybug.

“This sure means good luck,” she said.

As she contemplated it, a sudden gush of wind blew it off her hand. The wind was picking up so much; she started looking for a form of shelter.

“I feel silly looking for shelter in the middle of the woods. It’s not like I’m running from a hurricane,” she laughed.

Sure enough, the wind stopped.

She wasn’t going to let anything ruin her hike. She felt so much peace doing this, and this was confirmation her void feelings were caused by stress. This hike was good for her, and she told herself she was going to on lots of hikes from now on. At the top of the hill, she sat and enjoyed the view of the city. She sat for a while, taking pictures, and eating her homemade sandwich. If it weren’t for the life waiting for her, she would’ve built a cabin on the spot and lived there for the rest of her life. It was still an option for her, but didn’t want to make it a priority, yet.

Before it got too late, she made her way back. She tried to go a bit fast, but slow enough to enjoy the trip back. She was almost out of the woods, when she noticed a path that wasn’t there at the beginning of her hike. She didn’t think much of it, and thought it was something she just missed. But curiosity got the best of her, and she walked towards it.

“I won’t take too long. I’m almost at the parking lot, anyway,” she said out loud.

She kept walking, but she wasn’t getting anywhere. So, she walked back. But, just as she turned, she heard a whisper.

“Who’s there?” she asked.

And there was another whisper.

“I mean it. Who’s there?” she asked again.

There was no sound.

“What am I doing, anyway? I’ve seen enough movies to know not to ask such questions,” she thought.

She was getting scared, so she started to run back. A lot of thoughts ran in her mind.

“Ok. I’m alone in the woods and I heard a whisper. That means serial killer, right?” she said.

Out of nowhere, she heard footsteps behind her. She stopped and turned around, but there was no one. It was obvious someone was after her, and at this point she began to freak out. She kept making a run for it, but she felt no matter how fast she ran, whoever was chasing her was going to catch up to her. She felt another gush of wind approaching, this time stronger than before. She turned around, but kept running, and the wind took over her entire body. She tripped and fell.

“Laura,” she heard a voice calling.

She didn’t turn around to see who it was. She was gasping for air at this point. She crawled and cried, not noticing the splinters in her hands.

“Laura? Please stop,” now, it was clear this was a woman. But, her voice sounded peaceful.

She made a full stop, but refused to turn. In her mind, it was her fear that made her think she had a peaceful voice. She covered her ears and moved her head towards the ground.

“Please don’t do this!” she screamed.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” the woman calmly said.

But Laura didn’t hear.

“I only have water and food and a piece of ID. Please don’t do this!” she kept screaming.

“I’m sorry for scaring you. I mean no harm,” the woman said again.

“I can’t. Please, please don’t do this. Please!” she wept.

The mysterious woman knew she wasn’t going to turn around. So, she made the sun shine, and called a few birds to stand by Laura’s side. She waited for Laura to realize, she wasn’t dangerous. She understood why Laura felt fear. Her strong wind introduction wasn’t at all pleasant. She tried to make up for it, so she sent a calm breeze to provide comfort, until she calmed down.  She knew it was going to take while to ease her fear, but she was used to waiting. After all, she was Mother Nature.

 -END OF PART ONE-

 

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10 things I often tell my characters

I’ve lost count of the (many) times I’ve changed the beginning of my book. I have changed my mind about certain characters, and introduced new ones, in hopes of leading me to a better execution of my plot. I’ve narrowed down a list of 10 things I often say to my characters, either out loud or in my head. Characters are fun to write, but sometimes they can be annoying.

1) “I wanted you to meet =insert name=. Why all of the sudden, do you want to be alone?”

2) “For the 1000th time, I’m not changing your name”

3) “You’re falling for the wrong person! Why are you doing this to me?”

4) “There’s a reason why I wanted you to skip a meal”

5) “If you keep changing your look every second, I’m never going to finish this book”

6) “I know this is fiction, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna have monsters lurking everywhere”

7) “Are you chasing me in my dreams?”

8) “No, the ending isn’t going be ‘…and it was all a dream'”

9) “Wait, does this mean I now have to re-write the first 3 chapters?”

10) “I can’t talk to you”

Of course! The world rules me today!

 

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