Yet another author :)

Hi! I'm yet another new author. Elisabeth actually invited me several months ago, and I've been lurking ever since. Now that I saw that Myla is on here, I think I have no excuse to be lurking any more. I participate in NaNoWriMo every year, and in between Novembers I write really short stories. Just for fun.
My fake name is Potato, because it's been a nickname for ages.

Here's a bio (E, put this on the Authors page):
Potato: I've been writing since I was about five. For years, it was just a small hobby. I'd write a few hundred words every now and then and that would be it. Starting in 2010, I started enjoying it more (thanks to NaNo). I've known Elisabeth ever since we were both six, and we're besties forever. I also know Myla (if she is who I think she is). Jocee, I've read your blog once or twice. I like taking tiny prompts and turning them into a whole story. I like Doctor Who, Mythbusters, Warehouse 13, Merlin, Star Wars, and Harry Potter. Books? I like Harry Potter, Eragon, The Heir Chronicles, The Seven Kingdoms Trilogy, The Hunger Games, Percy Jackson, Pendragon, and a whole lot more. If I put the whole list, it would take all day. Music. Um. I like (and this is in no particular order): Taylor Swift, Hey Monday, Coldplay, Paramore, Hunter Hayes, Avril Lavigne, Maroon 5, Priscilla Ahn, Hellogoodbye... again with the taking all day thing. I like turquoise, jeans, spinning in circles, and dying my hair. Hi, I'm Potato, nice to meet you.

(and p.s. i actually know someone named myla)

Myla! :)

Just wanted you people to let you know I am now an author! I'm Myla and I will mostly be posting songs and poems - though I like writing fiction, I just procrastinate too much! Check out my bio on the Authors page, and check out my blogs (all of the 3 which are just me and no one else :) ), which can be found on my profile! - http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009666183234325253


Talk to y'all later!

Myla A. Rouge

Big News!

So, I'm currently writing this from inside my box castle and my sister Jayne is kind of glaring at me cause she hates me using my iPod in here, but I wanted to let you know that we have a new writer coming soon!

She's one of my very good friends and I'm really excited to have her join us!
I have to go send her the actual invitation now, and Jayne is getting snippy, so I'll have her tell yu about herself soon :)

Here's her blog :)

Hugs and Poems, Lady E

The Truth About Lucy Abbot part one

I think he's handsome. I bet he's gorgeous, but I don't think I'll ever really know for sure what he looks like.
He doesn't know what I look like either. I don't think he'd like me if he did. I told him I'm blonde and curvy. He said looks ain't important. I hope he was telling the truth there, cause I lied. I got plain brown hair and a flat chest
I lie to much.
I told him I'm an only child. He said he's got an older sister with cancer. I got three little brothers named Joey, Tony and Jay. I guess their good kids but everyone knows  pretty girls are only kids.
I suppose pretty girls ain't supposed to lie either.
My name's Lucy. I told him its Katie. He said Katie's his sisters name. His name's Danny.
I told him I live in California, near Los Angeles.
I don't. I live in a little place called Calvin. We have a little house on a great big lot that used to be a farm in the 19th century, but now it's all overgrown and brown. There's this little shady spot all covered in brush and things. In the summer, I sit there all day and think or read. The lot's so big that I don't think anyone else even knows where I go, but my folks don't worry.
A lot of the time I sneak out at night and watch the stars in the backyard.


Danny's my Internet pen pal. He's real smart, even though he don't go to school.  The government thinks his daddy teaches him, but he says his dad's a real drunk. Danny teaches himself, and he makes sure his dad's alright. He passes all the tests they throw at him.
I really like Danny.
I wish I cold untangle all the lies I've told him without him knowing I lied to him for two years.


I talk to Danny on my computer that I got for my birthday last year. It was a real great gift, cause now I don't have to share a computer with my brothers.
We met on one of those chat rooms, and hit it off fast.
I like to think that one day, Danny and I can properly meet and maybe he could be my real life boyfriend instead of my online one. But that would involve admitting to him that I lied.
I'm scared to do that.


What if Danny doesn't like the real me? But in all honesty I'm more afraid that he'll be disgusted with me.


He said once that every time you lie, a little piece of your soul chips away. The only way to fix it, he says, is to admit to your lies.
Then God forgives you. But a lot of people don't.


I'm a Christian I guess. I believe in God, and I go to church, but I'm not good at following God's rules.
I also think that God stopped fixing people's problems, because theres obviously a lot of them on the world.


Some people might say that's our punishment for sinning so much and for all the people who ain't Christian, but doesn't Jesus love everybody?
At least, that's what I was told.


But I was talking about Danny.
He wants to have a video chat with me. I lied and said I don't have a webcam.  He said he'd get me one for Christmas if I told him my address. I said it was ok, I could buy one.
I keep "forgetting".


He really does make me feel beautiful. But then he'll say something about how honest I am, and I feel awful.
I wonder what he thinks about "Katy". Doubt I'll ever know that either.


I think I'm probably going to hell.

afraid of the dark

years and years i've been in this place

with big shapes and contraptions to haunt me

not even a shard of glass to look at my face
nothing to heal the scars that are upon me

the sun rises and sets and i stand by the window

occasionally a bird whistles at me

i see the children play and i want to be with them

but i can't because of these hands that belong to me

i cannot eat and i cannot drink

and i have no one to talk to

therefore i observe and i think

even at the times when i don't want to

i'm barely human, i'm unfinished

my father didn't wake up

i'm not augmented and therefore diminished

but i do not cry or wail like a pup

with no blanket to shield and no light to see 

i wonder what's going to become of me

with my torn up bed and wall of pictures

they're my only company

one day i wonder what would happen

if i went to sleep and didn't wake up

like my father who was old and gray 

but i cannot live like this, it is enough 

if you're reading this, please come and save me

i'm afraid of the dark, i don't know what to do

don't ever leave, don't ever forsake me

i want to hope that i am worthy of you.

for edward scissorhands || originally posted here.
happy new year, everyone :)
-jocee <3