International BFF's

Society has confused me. How is it that, When a woman is hurt by a man it is assault, Yet when it is a woman hurting a man it is punishment? How is it that, when a woman covers her hair she is dangerous, But a woman that shows her skin is a disgrace? How is it that, in school we learn lessons, On mathematics and english, But life teaches up better words, better equations? How is it that. the pigment in our skin, Which we are but unable to control, Controls our daily lives more influentially than, Our leader? How is it that, People cry when their blood dies, Yet can turn and scream, “Murder!”, At someone who believe in a god, different than the one that they hold sacred? Society has confused me, With their twisted, backwards ways. It has taught me lessons that should not be taught. Lessons of war and murder, Taught by the hands of people who know better the bloodstains on their hands, Invisible as they are, Tha...

Hello, hello, hello! So, two days ago was Valentines Day, right? And most of y'all hated it (I myself don't mind some of the sweets >:D) But in all honesty, I think most of you have the story all mixed up. Valentine's Day isn't all about love and kissing and being around your datemate! Actually, it's about a Saint during the Roman empire. It's a pretty cool story, so grab your popcorn, cus J's about to tell y'all kiddies a story! So this all started around the year 278 A.D.. Emperor Claudius II was ruling, and he wasn't a cool dude. This man loved his army, and he wanted it run with an iron fist. In fact, this douche bag was actually called Claudius the Cruel, due to his bloody ways. That meant that no one wanted to be in his army. And I mean  no one. Claudius is furious, thinking it's because young soldiers don't want to leave their wives and families to fight in useless wars. And he's kinda right. Like honestly, if I had a wife ...

Y'know, I'm bored. And when I get bored, I write. And guess what time of year it is? And guess whose teacher has been  doing a creepy stories lesson for the past few weeks? Thanks Edgar Allan Poe, for giving me the time and inspiration to terrify my readers! (Let's hope no one kills me for posting when I shouldn't!) (I might.  But that'd require work -Noelle) ~~~~~

Hey guys! SO, recently I read a book called The Fault In Our Stars. It was super sad and actually inspired me to write a short story for school. I read it to my classmates and they really liked it. So, I decided to post it here! Enjoy!! ~~~~~~ I can feel everything but pity for the dying boy. That was the main focus of my thoughts as I walked down the sidewalk, said dying boy trailing behind me. The dying boy was my brother, Zachiarus. I did not know what kind of cancer he had. All I knew was that it was a belligerent force intent on destroying my brother's already weak lungs. "We're here," Zachiarus said in the cracked, rattled tones that I had come to know as his. He stopped in front of the poetry café on the corner, the dullness of his eyes just barely lifting. When he reached out to open the door, I stopped him. "Let me," I murmured in a calm voice, though I knew deep down I should not feel calm. At least, not in this situation. I was dec...

HEY GUYS!!! It’s Noelle and Jay, working on a post together!  (Gods help us) I’M HERE TOO, DUDES!! >:D Any who, we're doing a nice little writing tips post ...Like I said.  This is just a crazy post where two writers (also, character killers :D) will talk about writing and how to beat writer's block and...stuff like that.  Wow, I’m so articulate today. Very. But yeah, we’ll talk about the boring stuff. Then get to the cool stuff…..LIKE HOW TO KILL OF A CHARACTER AND MAKE IT COOL! (that’s her way of saying she likes killing characters)  Alright, I’m going to act like a lame talk show host and say, Jay, how do you beat writer's block? I mostly just do other writing styles for a bit, maybe work with other characters and such. Looking at comics, listening to music and drawing is also really helpful! (But sweet food is my real motivation, guys.) It’s about the same for me.  I’ve got a power playlist that I turn waaaay too high up and then ...

HEY! YEAH, YOU! Drop whatever you're doing AND READ THIS POST!! . . . . . . . I've, uh, well, got nothing to put here......maybe a short story? Yeah, a 'fluffy' short story! ~~~~~~~ I always liked the dark. It was safe, and warm, and scared off all the bullies in my life. And the dark always seemed to like me anyways. I called the dark Mister, because he always wore a bowtie and a suit. His shoes always shone and his suit was perfectly tailored. The funny thing was, his tie always changed. It could be skull shaped, or be neon pink. Red or rainbow. It always made me smile though. I never saw Mister's face. It was always shrouded in shadow and hidden by dark bangs. One day, I asked him if I could see his face. He responded with this, "If you are the sun, then I am the moon. Your beauty outshines mine, so I'd rather stick to your shadow instead." Mister was a constant friend, even through high school and college. Even when I outgre...

IT'S FRIDAY AGAIN! AND THAT MEANS MEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! YAY! So, in this post I just wanted to inform you all that I will not be posting next Friday. That is because, sadly, I will be at a vegetarian camp thingy from this Sunday to next Sunday. *Gives a half-hearted whoop* But yeah, now that that's done, I want to ask readers and authors alike a question: DO YOU WANT TO READ MY BOOK?! You heard me right, dear reader. I'm writing a new book! And I actually have a plot line this time.......I think! Just to give you a basic idea, have some self-made fan art. :)

I WILL SAVE 365!! Not really, but I will write a quick story to make up for today's post....let's begin, I guess! ((Note to self: work on intro!)) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A little boy sat against a cherry blossom tree. The pink petals lazily fell around him, splashing the ground in flickering shadows. The dark red kimono he wore was a little big, so that when he sat down, the collar covered his lower face. Sadly, it didn't cover the pair of fluffy tawny ears that lay flat against his head, half buried by his strawberry blonde hair. The boy whimpered and held his ankle, which was swollen and bruised. He had been at the church praying when a monk had seen him, called him the spawn of Satan, and thrown him out. As he was dumped on the street he had tripped, which resulted in his recent predicament. "Oh, hello there. Are you alright?" A childish sounding voice said from in front of him, and he slowly looked up. A girl his age sat in front of him, smili...

So yeah, my life's been..... mostly me not doing blogger post's like I should .... busy! Thought I'd write some horror stuff for yah (thanks for the idea Anna!). It's based on a picture, but I'm too lazy to find it. *Waves baton threateningly* ON WITH THE SHOWWWWW!!! ~~~~~~~~~~ "Are you absolutely, positively, extra certain that this is safe??" Noelle raised an eyebrow as she stared at the electric fence, her arms crossed. Beside her, a certain black-haired girl was twitching with excitement, her two-toned blue and violet eyes wide. "Of course! I would never put you in harms way!" She chirped as she walked up to the fence. "They never put the fence on anyways!" Scowling, Noelle followed, reaching a hand out tentatively. As she fingered one of the metal links, the fence quivered, but didn't shock her in the slightest. "I'm not even gonna ask how you knew this was going to work, Jay." "You don't want...

Okay, I have this book called 642 Things To Write About . Yes, 642. So I decided to write down some of the prompts and complete them! Here we go guys! Write a "Dear John" letter, breaking up with your high-school sweetheart who's in the army. Dear Arthur, I miss you. I really do. But- But I can't handle it. I thought I could, I really did. I thought we could make it work, with you in the army and me back here in the States. But its so hard. So, so hard. Skype calls and letters aren't enough anymore. I love you, I really do. But I thinks its time to separate. To- To break up. Sincerely, Allie You're the high-school sweetheart from the above prompt. Write your reply to the breakup note. Allie, I- I don't want to leave you. It's only been a year. I'm coming home in a month or two, I think. Sorry it took so long to reply. My cam was attacked and I was injured. Please, don't break up with me. I love you so much. J-Just please, stay....

*Drags in all the readers* GUESS WHOS POPULAR!?! I AM! *Throws party* So yeah, I'm popular. Cool, right? Any who, I'm writing more of the story from my last post. Because I want to, okay? ~~~~~~~~ Alex finally pulled away from his mother, eyes now dry and face cheerful. "Hey, at least you won't have to deal with my hormones!" He joked, waving a hand. Claire laughed, pecking his cheek. Marie grinned toothily as she hugged her older brother's leg. "Bye Allie!" She chirped, her initial fear now forgotten. He leaned over and hugged her, ruffling her brunette locks as he released her. "Be good for Mom, okay?" Alex stood back up to his full height, sighing. "Alrighty! Lets get you checked out and I'll be right back for you!" Doctor Fallow laughed cheerfully as he directed Alex's mother and sister back down the hall. He watched them go with a sad smile, waving as Marie turned back. Returning the wave, she turned towar...

Random story idea I got after I saw Noelle's last posts. Just read it, okay? ~~~~~~~~~~~ Alex sat in the passenger seat of the car, his foot tapping along to the beat of the song he was listening too. The music could be heard clearly through his headphones, and even his little sister in the back cringed when a loud part blasted from the sides of the boy's head. Said boy's long brown hair was pulled back in a mess ponytail-ish thing, some strands falling out and away from his face. His mother kept scolding him about not getting a haircut, but he was seventeen, turning eighteen in a month. Couldn't he make his own decisions? Returning his dark green gaze to the road, he watched as buildings passed by in dark blurs. Other cars whooshed past, and he could barely make out their occupants before they disappeared. A strand of hair suddenly fell in his face, and he blew it back with a huff. "Hey Alexander?" His mother spoke up from the driver's side, her e...

I know, I know. Even more S&D parts....Gomen! Part Five Aquaria leaps forward but I watch with mild amusement as she skids to a halt. My brother hasn’t moved an inch. He stands there, frozen in place, a comical smirk on his suddenly fragile face. She walks up to him, cautious at first, but soon she is walking normally, her hands at the ready. Eventually they are face to face, inches from each other. But he is still frozen. Unmoving. She reaches out and tweaks his nose. But as soon as she does that, he disappears. Poof! Gone, no longer there. I can just imagine his expression, a smirk on his face, hidden by a gloved hand. I can just hear his laughter. Loud and clear. It’s actually quite the ingenious prank. Aquaria stands there, hands on her hips, a childish pout on her face. “Come out! Show yourself, magician.” My laughter stops when she says that. Me and my brother both hate being called magicians. It’s like when someone calls you short. It gets under your ski...

More Secrets and Dreams! Yay! Part Four I smile as we reach the Tri-Carrier. Everything seems...better when my brother is around. Our powers are connected after all. When we are together, we are stronger, faster, smarter. My brother seems happier too. But underneath the joy of being together, there is still many a secret being kept. Walking down the metal lined hall, Jordan regales us with the story of his death. Or at least, his fake death. “It was a routine job. Find the baddie, fight the baddie, capture the baddie. You know, the usual mission. I was to capture Warlord and send him here. If the mission was a success, then I would join you guys on your team. But that never really happened. What really happened was this: “I was face to face with Warlord, him kneeling in pain on the floor. Me, well I was standing over him, about to cuff him. That's when he said the three worst words I've ever heard. ‘I’ll kill her.’

Hi! My name's Soul, if you haven't  guessed that already. Jayce let me borrow her computer so that I could post on here. It is called posting, right? It's called blogging, Squishy. Thank you Jay! Oh, and why do you guys still call me Squishy? Not that I don't mind. Because your just so gosh darn adorable and I can't help but squish your adorable neko face. I'm not that adorable. Anyways, I wanted to tell you all that yes, I am real. And no, big sister Penny won't die. Big brother wouldn't let that happen. Well.....Sorry to burst your bubble but... Jayce: Don't you dare ruin his innocence. Jordan: You go near him, you die. Calm yourselves...I won't "Ruin his innocence". Umm....Okay...I won't ask about that. Anyways, we at the Secrets and Dreams HQ just wanted to tell you all the good news! We also wanted to give in-info- Information, Squishy. In-for-ma-ti-on on some new characters. Also, Jay may not blog about S...

Ciao! I wanted to post some art...so I guess I will? Yeah, I will. Some cute little stuff to make your day! (Or night, if your a night owl like me!) This is for you Elena. (This is Jordan's cat, Soul by the way.) This is a redraw of a Little Hero AU drawing. So yeah, that's all the art I have today... how about some Secrets and Dreams fluff? Yeah, let's do that. Future setting, after bad stuff happens and all that. No spoilers, thankfully. ((LET DE FLUFF, BEGIN!!)) Jordan roamed the halls of the mansion, searching for his little brother. Well, not his biological brother, mind you. More like a...adopted brother. "Soul!? Where are you!! We're about to start the movie! We're watching the Lion King!" He called out, peeking in doorways. He was passing the kitchen when he heard a faint meow come from inside. Raising an eyebrow, the ravenette peeked into the room, only to let out an 'aww!' at the sight. His girlfriend, Penny, sat at the ta...

Okay, not doing a marathon. Sorry! I just decided not to, for some odd reason. But I did want to give you a little sneak peek at what's to come in Secrets and Dreams. I may not add this exact part, but this is close enough. "Nice to see you again, frau." "You too Claud, its been awhile, hasn't it?" "Still with the nickname?" The albino asked. The black haired girl shrugged, her ear piercings gleaming in the half light. "I guess I just need a tiny piece of the past to remember, you know?" The girl ran a hand through her short black hair, remembering when it was long, almost reaching her waist. Now, it was pixie-cut, dyed blue on the edges. "Ja. You still miss him, don't you? You miss all of them?" "Of course. I...I wish I didn't have to say goodbye." She took in a shaky breath, her hands clenched at her sides. Her left hand messed with a charm around her neck, a little blue gem in the shape of a sta...

Hey readers! I haven't posted Secrets and Dreams in a loooooonnngggggg time! Gomen! It's just for a while, I started doubting my writing skills and I went through a period of writers block. But I got over it! So, here yah go! Enjoy! Part Three The other girl lets out an exasperated sigh and motions to the group. “Looks like I'll be handling introductions,” She says as if nothing had happened. “The guy that you beat up is Sam, a.k.a Nova or Bucket Head.  Preferably Bucket Head. The blondie is Danny, a.k.a Iron-Fist. The other brown haired boy is Peter, or Spider-man, as we all know him as. Then there’s Luke, a.k.a Power-Man. Finally me, Penny, and Ava. White Tiger and Aquaria. Sorry for all the a.k.a’s.” I just nod numbly and pull myself up again.  I’m not a weakling, after all.  I can’t look like this in front of my new team.   Finally, the boy Penny calls Spider-man lets go of Ava’s arm and she runs up and embraces me. I just stand there, frozen....