The Sea of Criticism

via Daily Prompt: Rhyme

 

They followed her everywhere

The opinions

Other’s opinions, not hers

They criticised her every move

What she did and didn’t do

Condescending and judgemental

Sharing unwanted advice

Constantly watching from the sidelines

Scrutinising every action

Always disapproving

They couldn’t be pleased.

 

She used to care what they said

Their opinions, not hers

She used to strive to appease them

But their satisfaction was never earned

She grew tired of it all

All the comments, the remarks

They made her feel insignificant

She refused to feel insignificant.

 

She stands taller now

She can hear their voices

Like sirens, calling out to her

Whispering, singing in her ear

Threatening to pull her down

But this is her sea

She chose to break away from them

To make her own rhyme, her own rhythm

To march to the beat of her own drum

To strive to achieve more

To hold nothing back

She listened to the opinions

Her opinions, not theirs.

 

 

 

 

 

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False Security

False security has us so convinced,

We trade our time for a lull in the bitterness,

For a crisp new note that offers a promise,

For cold, hard steel that offers some solace.

 

For the words of another in bleak times,

A white lie encouraging us to ignore the signs,

We trick our minds with something called ‘hope’,

Knowing all too well it isn’t a safety rope.

 

Hope is unwavering, much like fear,

But we pick our battles based on our calibre,

And though hope may be strong, fear does not sway,

So, we choose to fight our fears another day.

 

We fool our brains into thinking frivolous things matter,

But neither money not a gun, former or latter,

Will hide you from demons that come out at night,

But do hold on to that security blanket tight.

 

 

 

 

When It’s Dehydration and Death, I Wouldn’t Take the Latter.

 

I had no idea how any creature could survive the sweltering heat I had decided to trek in. Yet I found myself swatting away mosquitos, every other second, as they landed on my sweaty skin. In hindsight, it had been quite an awful idea to set foot out of the hotel in the blistering heat. Much less set out for a trek, but it’s not like I had much else to do.

My parents, despite being the ones who had adamantly insisted I accompany them to a tropical island in the middle of summer, claiming that the walks through all the natural beauty would be worth whatever drawbacks there were, had quite shamelessly refused to budge from the comforts of their air-conditioned room and the temperature-controlled pool back at the hotel. Natural beauty my ass.

I silently cursed myself for agreeing to come on this trip in the first place as I scratched at an itchy red bump on my arm that could be a mosquito bite or an insect bite, considering the fact that I was in the middle of a forest. The bite did nothing to improve my mood, but I realised that if I were to contract dengue or malaria, I couldn’t be guilted into staying on this trip any longer. The thought gave me some energy and I moved further along into the forest.

For a second, I wondered what would happen if I were to die in the forest, which honestly would not be quite far-fetched a scenario, seeing that I had no idea where I was going. The guides at the hotel had told me to follow the track, saying that it led back to the hotel after a few kilometres. They offered to come along, but I decided that I was content with smelling just one person’s sweat at a time: my own, thank you very much.

I continued along the track, if you could really call it that. It maybe 3 feet wide if you were to be generous. My calves kept getting scraped by bushes that jutted out onto the track. The experience overall was quite underwhelming.

I fished out my water bottle in the hopes of maintaining a reasonable level of hydration, but discovered that there was barely a sip left, which I drank. It didn’t help that I was sweating profusely and that I would clearly need more water very soon. I let out a sigh and figured I’d stop if I saw any more resorts or hotels along the way, although I hadn’t seen any yet.

When I saw the mansion, I was quite sure that dehydration had left me mildly delusional and that I was hallucinating. The mansion, apart from literally being situated in the middle of nowhere, was huge and extremely out of place in the humid forest.

I contemplated continuing on the track, since I couldn’t be very far from the hotel, but my fascination and thirst got the better of me, and my feet propelled me in the direction of the mansion.

I slowed as I walked past the expensive cars that were parked in the expansive driveway. From what I seemed to recall from the movies, the only people who owned mansions like these in such exotic places were drug dealers. I figured I’d take my chances.

I climbed the front steps and rang the bell next to a door that was so large it looked like it needed three people to open it. To my utter disappointment, it was only opened by one very polished looking butler, who regarded me with a look of disdain. Not that I could blame him, I’m pretty sure my sweat had dripped onto the mansion’s flawless marble porch, and I’m sure my appearance had taken a toll for the worse in this heat.

The butler looked like he wanted to slam the door in my face, but against his better judgement he ushered me inside.

The inside featured an area twice the size of my house and contained a huge chandelier in the middle of the ceiling, and two huge staircases descending on either side of the room. The chandelier alone looked like it cost more than my life savings, and I hadn’t even been into any of the rooms.

The butler seemed to be even more disapproving, if it was possible, of my open awe. He blinked at me, bored. “What is your name ma’am?” He asked in a completely disinterested tone.

I opened my mouth to reply, and possibly bombard him with a stream of questions, but before I could do any of that, a man appeared suddenly from one of the numerous rooms and greeted me.

Unlike his butler, the man had much more enthusiasm. “Hello! Welcome! You look exhausted. Vacationing here I assume? The locals know better than to trek in this heat.” He smiled charmingly at me.

“I – uh, yes. I just stopped by hoping I could get some water, mine ran out.” I waved my empty water bottle in front of the man.

He smiled encouragingly once more, “Yes, yes of course, leave the bottle here, Alfred shall fill that up for you, why don’t you come sit near the pool for a bit? There’s some shade.”

I thought I’d decline his offer, seeing as in the movies, drug dealers always have guns and are quite happy to use them at the slightest misunderstanding, but the man (who looked to be my age) was looking at me quite expectantly. “Okay.” I turned to the butler. “Is your name really Alfred? Like in Batman?”

Alfred looked unimpressed. He took my water bottle from me and paused. “What are you implying Miss?”

I opened my mouth and then shut it. “No – I just – awfully coincidental, that’s all.”

The man laughed. “I thought so too, when I hired him! Come now, I’ll show you to the pool.”

He led me through a corridor with two long panes of glass that ran the length of either side of it, offering a breath-taking view of the lawns on either side. It opened out to huge patio with a large pool and an impressive assortment of deck chairs.

To my immense relief, there was a cool breeze blowing, and several palm trees offered adequate shade. I sat down on one of the deck chairs as the man took the other.

I took in my surrounding as the man chatted on animatedly and I responded in a voice that I hoped sounded less half-hearted to him than it did to me.

“This is a beautiful mansion you have here, in the middle of an island that too.”

The man flashed his brilliant white teeth in another charming smile. “I know, my father built it. He runs a jewellery store of sorts.”

“A jewellery store…in the middle of an island…?” I frowned

The man laughed, “well there isn’t much business here, so mostly exports. But sometimes some of the foreigners take back a gem they like as a souvenir.”

I nodded. That seemed to make sense.

The butler came out then and stood near us till the man noticed him. “Ah! Alfred! Is the lady’s bottle filled?”

“Yes sir, and I had the cook prepare a few sandwiches as well.”

I thanked the butler. Hopefully jewellers weren’t into poisoning people for the heck of it.

The man led me through another corridor, this one without an outside view, butler trailing behind us.

This corridor was lined with cases of gems of all kinds on either side. I drifted past them slowly, my gaze snagging on a particular gem.

“Wow this ugly”, I muttered before I could stop myself. I looked at the man quickly. “No offense.” My face had gone a deep embarrassing red.

He appeared nonchalant. “None taken. I’m not the one in the business anyway. It’s more of my father and Alfred, who also happens to be a trustee adviser of his.”

I nodded absently. “Where do you get these gems from?”

A humorous look crossed the man’s face. “Well the one that you remarked was quite an eyesore happens to be a dead aunt of mine.”

My eyes widened. “A dead what?!”

“Aunt. They compressed the ashes to form a gem. I heard they do that nowadays. I wouldn’t know.” He waved a hand dismissively.

For some reason, an unsettling feeling had settled in my stomach. “I should go, where do I collect my bottle from?”

The man’s smile was a bit more forced this time. “What’s the rush?” His smile deflated then. “I hate to do this, you really seemed like a nice person. But it costs so much to maintain the house and everything else.”

The feeling of dread in my stomach grew.

“We have to keep business blooming you understand?” He nodded at me like a teacher would nod at their student, trying to make me see his point.

I backed away slowly.

He looked at me sadly. “It’s always so sad when they resist.”

Yeah because people don’t generally resist death, I’m sure.

“Alfred.” He snapped.

Alfred drew out a sleek black knife.

The man smiled. You’d make a beautiful gem, I can tell.”

 

 

I Don’t Know What This Blog Post Is About. (Ft. book and song suggestions and a mini high school survival guide and WOW THIS TITLE IS LONG)

Hello there!

It has been a hot minute since i posted on here, and I must admit, my blog stats are taking a turn for the worse. My 12 year old self is quite disappointed in my 14 year old self’s inadequacy to post more regularly on this blog. Anyway, I figured it was about time I actually posted something on here.

When I first created this blog, I had high hopes of becoming a famous blogger. And like every other teenager ever, I thought ‘How hard can it be? You just have to post relatable/interesting content right?’ WRONG. Sure, the content is one very important aspect, but there are also various other hurdles one must overcome.

The biggest thing I’ve realised is that MOST TEENAGERS DO NOT READ BLOGS. Most watch YouTube, or Netflix. I do not know a single teenager who actually logs on to a site to read other people’s blogs unless they’re a blogger themselves. Of course, when I first created the blog, I made politely asked my friends to follow my blog, which a few of them did. Except none of them actually check their email and are hence, NEVER aware of any of my blog activity. Not that there is much, BUT I’M JUST SAYING.

I briefly contemplated starting a YouTube channel as well, considering the alarming amount of time this generation seems to spend on there, however I concluded that considering the fact that I couldn’t even churn out a blog post once a month regularly, how stupid would I have to be to try and start a YouTube channel?

I would like to say that High School has kept my immensely busy and that’s the reason for my lack of posting on here, but I’d be lying. I mean sure, it does take up quite a bit of my time, but my great skill at procrastinating has reached its very peak this year. Every time I remembered that I have a blog, the lazy part of brain convinced me to carry out some redundant and useless task that had no benefits whatsoever, and we were back to square one.

However, in my absence, I have been fairly productive, considering my ability to put things off. I have read lots of books. Like LOTS of books. A while ago I finished a 453 page book in one sitting. I didn’t move for 5 hours. That was probably terrible for my physical health, but sacrifices must be made.

SPEAKING OF BOOKS, I have a few suggestions since I recently discovered some books, and they will BLOW YOUR MIND.

Warcross – Marie Lu

This is the book I read in one sitting. It’s absolutely gripping, and personally, I’ve never come across anything like it. It’s a duology, the sequel is called Wildcard, and after I finished both books I was thoroughly mind blown.

Six of Crows – Leigh Bardugo

Another duology (Sequel – Crooked Kingdom) and I cannot even BEGIN to explain how well this book is written. Both books are absolute masterpieces, and I couldn’t fathom how someone could spin such an intricate plot that tied together so well in the end. I’ve been OBSESSED with this book ever since I read it, and I convinced my mom to read it too and she’s halfway through the second book and loves it nearly as much as me.

Inferno – Dan Brown

Okay okay, I know, it’s a super famous book and everyone probably knows about it. But I told myself i’d read it like 3 years back and then put it off until two weeks ago. (Master procrastinator makes a comeback!). It’s another one of those books that makes you think ‘I could never even think of something so elaborate, HOW DOES THE AUTHOR DO THIS?!’. So if you haven’t read the book yet, then I suggest you start ASAP because it is a work of art.

That’s all the books I can think of at the moment, but I’ll be back with more book suggestions as soon as I have few.

A lot of my friends, for some odd reason, don’t read books. I find it extremely odd. There are entire worlds waiting for them if they just bothered to sit down and pick up a book, and yet they decide not to do so. Remarkable.

My holidays started today, and I must say, I’ve been looking forward to all the extra sleep and reading time. I was all set to continue the book i’d been reading, and watch some YouTube yesterday when I came back from the last day of school. Naturally, school decided that my joy must be short-lived, for they uploaded the syllabus for my final exams on the very same day school broke for winter, so obviously I felt quite useless watching YouTube considering the fact that it would probably be better if I had started studying.

In at attempt to get my life in order, I’ve been writing out all the work I have to do on sticky notes for this past year. It actually helps quite a bit, and is remarkably satisfying to scratch things off a list. And also to scrunch it into a ball and throw it across the room once I’ve done everything on the list. Me? Stressed? Never.

In the 30 seconds it took me to crack my knuckles and get back to typing, I have decided to give you readers some tips to survive high school. You may not even be in high school, but that’s okay, because you will undoubtedly learn something from my worldly wisdom.

  1. Have no emotions.

This is the best way to survive the school year. Be completely detached from everyone and everything. That way you can focus on what’s important, and you won’t become an emotional trainwreck. Crushes? Forget it. Sympathy? Ew. Enthusiasm? HA! Keep dreaming.

2.  Do your homework.

Ok, before you come at me with your fists raised, I’d like to say that doing homework actually makes a lot of sense, because if your internals are great then even if you mess up in an exam your average won’t drop by all that much and you’ll have room for error. So moral of the story: Your parents are right, you should probably do your homework.

3. Have a legendary playlist.

Since you now have no emotions, the soundtrack to your life will have to portray what you’re feeling. Enter your playlist filled with all the amazing songs you need to survive your day. Music will get you through. Here are some good songs you should 100% listen to:

Play me like a violin – Stephen

Trust fund baby – Why don’t we

Copycat – Billie Eilish

My boy – Billie Eilish

Outrunning Karma – Alec Benjamin

In the End – Linking Park

There’s a few. You’re welcome.

I recently discovered this whole new trend of Christmas carols being sung or played in minor keys, and I am low key (Get it?) living for them. Basically, for those of you who don’t know, most of your sad songs will be in minor keys because minor notes just sound sad and mildly depressing. I heard the sad version of jingle bells on YouTube and if you turn on subtitles, you can see some really spooky lyrics with the melancholy jingle bells tune.

Okay so despite the fact that it doesn’t snow where I live, it’s still pretty cold and my fingers are all frozen, so I shall cease the typing for now. I’ll see you in the next blog post, which will hopefully be less of a hot mess than this one.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

Happy Christmas and Merry New Year!

 

Master procrastinator,

Myra.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tomorrow

Hello! I haven’t posted on here in ages, but I’m back! And hopefully going to post more than once in a few months. (Fingers crossed).

Every year, my school has an event called ‘Lit Fest’ where you dress up as your favourite literary character. They also have various competitions like writing, photography, art, lit quiz etc. This year the topic for the writing competition was ‘Tomorrow’. I thought i’d share what I wrote.

 


 

He froze.

This was not supposed to be a part of the job. They hadn’t said a child was involved.

He watched his target take a few slow steps along the abandoned street, a little girl’s hand in his. He didn’t bother following, his gun could cover twice the distance just as efficiently.

He thought about calling his boss, but dismissed the thought immediately. There was no time, he could lose his target.

“Eliminate the threat. I don’t care how, get it done.”

Those were his direct instructions. He took a deep breath. In all his years of mercilessly knocking off people like dominoes, he’d never hesitated once. Till now.

“Daddy, when is Mommy getting back?”

The little girl’s voice cut through the eerie silence of the night, but not unpleasantly.

He was reminded of his daughter.

Why is this happening to me?

He steadied his hand, finger inches away from the trigger.

He needed to do this. He needed to get the job done.

“She’ll be back in a few days sweetie, we can call her tomorrow, it’s a bit late now.”

He squeezed his eyes shut and pulled the trigger.

He could almost hear the girl’s smile. “Tomorrow.”

But tomorrow never came.

 

Some TV Shows To Binge Watch…You’re Welcome

With my exams getting over around a week ago, I’ve been doing my fair share of binge-watching these past few days.

Fun right?

Anyway, with that in mind, I now consider myself qualified to give good TV show suggestions to anyone with internet and free time.

 

TV SHOWS


 

1. BROOKLYN NINE – NINE

Yeah I know, mainstream much? But I couldn’t NOT include this show, it’s one of my all time favourites (you’re going to be hearing that a lot) and one of the few TV shows that actually make me laugh out loud.

It follows and immature (and genius) detective, Jake Peralta, who solves cases for the NYPD. With its comical characters and incredible humour, it’s hard not to love the show.

One thing I love about this show is the fact that it isn’t in continuity…at least, most of the time. It’s always fun to be able to pick up from any episode and just watch the show without having to know exactly what happened in previous episodes.

Noice.

 

2. SUITS

Again, super mainstream, but I only got around to watching it recently and I’m only on season 2. Of course, like that’s going to stop me from fangirling about it all the time.

The show is about a law firm called Pearson Hardman. Harvey Specter, expert closer, who almost always wins his cases, is somewhat a prodigy there. He hires a young man named Mike Ross as his associate…except Pearson Hardman only hires Harvard graduates, and Mike Ross isn’t one. Good thing he has photographic memory and remember pretty much everything he reads…but can that keep the firm from finding out his secret?

Now before you go ‘But it’s law…how boring’ I would like to say that it is extremely entertaining watching Harvey Specter and Mike Ross solve cases. For one there’s the intriguing part of them finding loopholes and using the law against the law, but apart from that there’s some real humour too. Witty humour. Now how can you not love that?

As the seasons progress, the plot keeps shifting, but still focuses on the central idea, enough to keep you watching and at the edge of your seat.

 

3. STRANGER THINGS

Okay you’ve probably heard, if not watched, this one.

The show focuses on strange things that keep happening in a small town in Indiana. It is set in 1993 and follows the story of four boys and their family as they discover that their town isn’t quite ordinary.

The supernatural element really keeps the show alive and the characters are quite relatable too.

 

4. COMMUNITY

Not exactly a very new show, but it’s still true gold.

It’s a comedy show about a group of people who are attending community college. With their contrasting and unusual personalities, they make for a quite entertaining set of people.

Truly one-of-a-kind, another personal favourite that can make you laugh whether or not you intend to.

 

5. THE BIG BANG THEORY

I know its been around for ages, but how can I not have included it?

It’s follows the lives of two awkward but intellectual physicists, Leonard Hofstadter and Sheldon Cooper, along with their friends. Their lives completely change when a carefree and pretty girl, Penny, moves into the apartment opposite theirs.

Sheldon Cooper’s extreme OCD and social awkwardness make for quite the comical experience. You won’t regret watching this one.

And then there’s the Indian boy, Raj, who can’t talk to girls unless he’s drunk.

^That’s him.

 

6. BLACK ADDER

This show released in the early 1980’s, but it has wormed its way into my all time favourites and stayed there for quite some time.

It is a British comedy about Edmund Blackadder, a British noble, with a cynical sense of humour. The jokes and one-liners never fail to make me cry tears of laughter and the witty humour never ceases to amaze me.

Rowan Atkinson’s portrayal of Blackadder could not have been better. His expressions and acting skills are what make the show what it is.

 

7. THE GOLDBERGS

Based on the actual life story of The Goldberg family (with some exaggerations), this show captures what living in a dysfunctional family is like, from the point of the youngest member of the family. With the helicopter mother, rebellious older sister, weird older brother, hot-tempered father and full-of-swagger grandfather, this show will help you relive your childhood…and all the stupid stuff you did during the time.

 

8. HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER

Much like F.R.I.E.N.D.S, this show is about an architect named Ted Mosby who, through lots of little stories, tells his two teenagers how he met their mother.

The characters in the show make for the perfect blend of comedy and drama. If you have the time to watch 9 seasons of this show, then go ahead. If you don’t, you can pretty much watch from anywhere…personally I love S7 the best.

 

9. BLACK-ISH

Another TV show about a weird family…what’s not to love?

A man tries to get his black family to mingle with his neighbours as they try to find their place in the society. The dysfunctional family always has something going on, the drama is real funny and gripping.

 

10. FRESH OFF THE BOAT

It is about the experiences of an immigrant Taiwanese family as they try to fit in with the Americans all around them.

The strong personalities of the characters make it extremely funny and great just to sit and enjoy while you relax.

 

BONUS

A few more TV shows that I’m too lazy to write about:

  1. Dr. Ken
  2. Monk
  3. Psych
  4. Mentalist
  5. Cooper Barrett’s Guide To Surviving Life

ANOTHER BONUS (today must be your lucky day)

Song recommendation: Friends by Marshmello and Anne Marie…go listen to it! You may just love it.

 


 

Hope this helped you find something to get over your boredom.

XO

Myra

The Sunshine Blogger Award

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A big shout-out to Zovision for nominating me for this award. Her blog really is one-of-a-kind, with beautiful poetry and engaging content that really connects you to her writing, and I promise it won’t disappoint, so go check it out!

 

The Rules:

  1. Thank the person(s) who nominated you
  2. Answer the 11 questions sent by the person who nominated you
  3. Nominate 11 blogs to receive the award and write them 11 questions.

 

Here are my answers to Zovi’s questions:

What get’s you through a bad day (or everyday)?

It would have to be the joyful company I find in friends and family…as well as good music and doodling.

Who has been your role model? Why?

My mother is one of my greatest role models. She somehow manages to keep her calm in the most strenuous situations which I admire. I also some day hope to learn the art of doing everything diligently, as both my parents do.

Would you rather have more time or money?

I think I’d prefer having time, simply because if I did, I’d have the capacity to earn more money. Assuming I was, say perfecting a skill that could earn me quite a bit. It would also be nice to have more time to just sit and read for days on end.

One word that describes the relationship between you and your blog.

Interesting question…I suppose the word would have to be ‘dynamic’, because I don’t feel just one way about my blog, my opinions are constantly shifting.

Which is the first book that made you cry?

I don’t remember the exact first book, but the ones I recall are The Fault In Our Stars (John Green) and Heartless (Marissa Meyer).

Does writing energize or exhaust you?

Depends on what I’m writing, though mostly it calms me.

Do you think someone could be a writer if they don’t feel emotions strongly?

Writing is about manufacturing emotions, so if you can do that without actually feeling the emotions, I suppose you could write. Of course, it may be much easier if you are an emotional person, to express the emotions better.

If you could tell your younger writing self anything, what would it be?

Just write what you feel, the rest will follow.

Which is your favorite post from my blog (Zovision)?

‘Escape’ ( https://zovisionsite.wordpress.com/2017/12/15/escape/?wref=tp )

You can really feel the emotion in it, it’s extremely touching and really makes you think.

Which is your favorite post on your blog?

‘The Sea of Criticism’ ( https://myraspanorama.wordpress.com/2017/08/29/31/ )

If you could bring back anyone from the dead, who would it be? Why?

My dog. Humans sometimes aren’t as understanding (despite being able to communicate). Plus they get annoying. And as the saying goes ‘A dog is a man’s best friend.’

 

Nominations:

Soren and Fox

Novus Lectio

Movie Ramblings

Chewing On Glass

Huntress of Diverse Books

Zeckrombryan

Explore With Tripti

Tia Speaks

Tres Chic by Trish

Fictionater

The Peach Tree

Questions:

  1. Would you rather rule in hell or serve in heaven?
  2. Do you prefer the outdoors or indoors?
  3. The hills or the beach?
  4. If you had to pick three things to go with you to the afterlife what would they be and why?
  5. Do you believe in God?
  6. What is your current favourite song?
  7. Which comedy movie do you think is totally underrated?
  8. Which author has had the most impact on your life.
  9. If you had to live in a fictional world, which one would it be.
  10. Do you prefer Marvel or DC? Why?
  11. Would you rather be able to understand every language in the world but not be able to speak it, or be able to play every instrument but never be able to perform them?

 

And we’ve come to the end of this post. See you next time.

Myra

 

 

 

CHAPTER ONE – The Faeries

I faded in and out of consciousness. Occasionally, my mind would clear just enough to hear screams and gunshots, but before I could comprehend it properly, exhaustion would pull me under once again.

I could feel a constant throbbing in my left arm that wouldn’t go away. My memories of what happened were slightly fuzzy. Two faeries had attacked our hideout…and then what? Oh right. One of them stabbed me in the arm. So that’s why it hurt so much. I tried to move my arm to gauge the extent of the damage but I just succeeded in knocking myself out again.

This time when I surfaced again, I heard a voice. “MAEVE WOULD YOU WAKE UP, YOU CAN’T KEEP LAZING AROUND”. This was punctuated with someone slapping my face. I opened my eyes with a considerable effort to see Elana’s head an inch from mine. I jerked my head back, which did absolutely nothings since it was on a pillow. “Oh finally, we were beginning to get worried. You’ve been unconscious for an hour.” Elana moved her head back so I had room to breathe. “So you express concern by slapping people?” I sat upright, the action sending a shock of pain through my arm. “Why hasn’t my arm healed yet? It’s been long enough.” And then I looked at it.

“Why” I glared at Elana, “is there a pencil in my arm?”

Elana looked at it. “Oh, we forgot it was there.”

“You what?!”

“Maeve, we’ve been dealing with more important stuff.”

“Oh? Like what?”

“The faeries that attacked us, we have them tied up.”

I frowned. “Get Arym and Credence.”

She nodded and jogged into the next room.

I examined the pencil in my arm. It wasn’t plunged too deep, but unless it was removed my skin couldn’t start healing. I took a deep breath, then quickly grasped the end of the pencil and yanked it from my arm. I clenched my teeth together to bite back the scream, then chucked the pencil onto the floor.

The door to the room flew open and our band of supernaturals walked in.

I looked at them. “Did it occur to nobody that my arm couldn’t heal with a pencil still in it?”

Credence rolled his eyes. “You heal the fastest anyway.” It was true, the wound in my arm was already beginning to close. “And those faeries refused to be tied up.”

My brow creased, “How’d they knock me out?” It was unusual for any of us to be rendered unconscious. Especially me, since I was a shapeshifter.

Arym’s face brightened. “Oh it was quite awesome really, they hit your head with their wings. I’m pretty sure everything in the room flew back.”

I winced. Faerie wings were supposed to be one of the most powerful things in the supernatural world. Though you wouldn’t think so, looking at the delicacy and translucency of each wing.

“What do they want?”

Elana shrugged. “We haven’t asked yet, we figured you’d want to be there to hear it.”

 

“Okay, let’s go see what they want.” I got up and they followed me out of the room.

 

 

Faeries, are just as you would imagine them. Their features are perfectly flawless to the level of eerieness, their voices soft and angelic, and their wings are a blend of a million different colours.

But they can sure look militant when they want to.

The faeries that were tied up in front of us were wearing dark clothes, with their hair tied back so tight it made my head hurt looking at the hairdo. They had similar expressions of ‘If you come near us we’ll slit your throat.’

How pleasant.

One of the faeries – the one who, i’m assuming, stabbed me in the arm – looked at my almost healed bicep and blinked.

“Oh” I said, turning my arm in their direction. “This is where I recently found a pencil lodged in my arm. Now I wonder who put it there…”

The guilty faerie just looked at me.

“It was the faerie on the left.” Arym whispered.

Everyone in the room swiveled their heads to look at him.

“That was rhetorical.”

“I know” he said.

I blinked at him. Credence covered his face with his hand. Elana tried not to laugh.

“Okay…” I looked at the faeries and sighed. “Let’s cut to the chase, what do you guys want?”

The faeries looked at each other and exchanged a few words in a different tongue.

The one who stabbed me in the arm fixed me with a steady gaze. “We come in peace.”

“Yeah knocking someone out really just gets the message of peace across doesn’t it?”

The faerie looked mildly annoyed. “You attacked us first.”

Did I? Yeah okay…oops my bad.

“If you untie us we will talk. This is important.”

I looked at Elana. If they did try to attack us, we’d be able to take them. The only reason they weren’t killed before was because Elana, Arym and Credence were two floors down when they broke in. “Okay, we’ll untie you if you promise not to attack us.”

They nodded.

 

 

“My name is Faye.” Said the faerie who attacked me with stationery. “And this is Daphne.” She gestured at the other faerie.

“We know that faeries have never been on good terms with shapeshifters, vampires and werewolves, but the faerie queen has sent us. We need your help.”

Now here’s the thing. The hierarchy of the supernatural beings puts us at the very bottom. Elana and Credence – the werewolves, Arym – a vampire, and me – a shapeshifter. So that meant that until about a few years ago, there was a blatant hatred between the faeries, naiads, angels and the werewolves, vampires, shapeshifters and demons. Which is what led to most of the werewolves, vampires and shapeshifters being killed in a war that broke out.

Now that there were such few of us left and all in little groups like mine, the species got along in a peaceful co-existence, because if all of us were to be killed, it would mess up the entire circle of supernatural life.

So yeah. We’ve haven’t really been greeting faeries with open arms whenever we saw them.

Arym crossed his arms. “What do you need our help for?”

Faye turned towards Daphne, who took out a newspaper clipping and handed it to me.

“People are reporting that Zombies are breaking into houses and attacking people.”

“I’m sorry what?” Elana looked at Daphne like she was crazy. “Zombies…don’t exist!

Arym coughed. “Hypocritical much?”

“Well wouldn’t we have seen them, or known that they’re actually around?”

Daphne cut in. “We didn’t think zombies existed either.”

I looked at the clipping. It had multiple articles written by people whose homes were invaded by the ‘zombies’.

I shook my head. “So they exist?”

Faye shrugged. “We don’t know what to believe yet. We just have to stop whatever these creatures are, before they kill more people.”

“Hold up…they killed people?” Credence’s brow furrowed. “How many?”

Daphne took a deep breath. “78 deaths and 114 injured. Out of those most were supernaturals.”

“Why haven’t we heard about it yet?” Arym asked.

Faye pointed at the newspaper clipping. “That’s 8 cities away. News would’ve reached you, but the government has shut down all the ‘zombie talk’ so the citizens aren’t frightened.

Generally it wouldn’t be our concern to deal with this but we were alerted when people suggested zombies. Also it’s an alarming rate of supernaturals dying. Either they’re being attacked, or they’re dying trying to prevent another attack. Either way it has to end soon.”

I handed the newspaper clipping back. “Why do you need our help? The faerie folk are powerful enough to take care of this themselves.”

Faye and Daphne exchanged a look.

“The faerie folk have weaknesses. Like I’m sure you’ll do too. But the zombies seem to know ours. We sent a small group of faeries to handle the situation. The next day we found them dead just outside our city. All killed the same way. Through the weakness that is. We can’t risk sending more faeries. So we need your help.”

I looked at the other three, they nodded. “We will help you. On the condition that you promise not to kill us. We will be a team.”

The faeries nodded. “We understand. And yeah, we promise not kill the four of you. Now one important thing – we figured out a pattern.”

Elana frowned. “What pattern?”

Daphne looked grim. “The zombies are going to attack tomorrow.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

10 ANNOYING THINGS PEOPLE DO

Let’s begin.

*clears throat*

The world, you see, is quite an annoying place. It has annoying people with annoying habits doing annoying things and just being annoying and annoying you in general. (Annoying right?)

SO, here’s a list of 10 such annoying things.


 1. WHEN PEOPLE STATE THE OBVIOUS

Me: *exhausted and trying to sleep, with my eyes shut, glasses off, CLEARLY taking a nap*

Person: ‘Hey, are you sleeping?’

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Me: ‘No, of course not! I’m just showing you how you’ll look in a couple seconds when I KILL YOU.’

 

2. WHEN YOU’VE BEEN WATCHING A TV SHOW OR READING A BOOK AND…

Me: *still not finished entire season* ‘Oh My God, I LOVE Stranger Things SO much! I can’t wait for season 3!’

Person: ‘I know right! Have you reached the part where Bob dies?’

Me: *screams*

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3. WHEN PEOPLE LEAVE YOU ON READ

Me: *texts someone*

Me: *checks an hour later*

Text: Read 15 mins ago

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Me: Well I guess this friendship is ruined now.

4. WHEN SOMEONE REMINDS THE TEACHER ABOUT AN ASSIGNMENT

Random homework obsessed kid: ‘Um, ma’am what about that worksheet that was due today?’

Entire class: *death glares*

That same kid: ‘What?! How will we learn if we don’t do our work?’

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5. WHEN PEOPLE TALK WITH FOOD IN THEIR MOUTH

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Dear (insert person’s name), I do NOT want to see how your saliva breaks down the food in your mouth. *strained smile*

6. WHEN PEOPLE MIMIC YOU

Me: ‘Have you done the homework?’

Person: ‘Have you done the homework?’ (annoying squeaky voice)

Me: ‘Please don’t tell me you’re gonna repeat everything I say’

Person: ‘Please don’t tell me you’re gonna repeat everything I say’ (same annoying voice)

Me: ‘Would you STOP’

Person: ‘Would you STOP’ (sounds like a chipmunk at this point)

Me: ‘Okay then…I’m an idiot’

Person: ‘Okay then, you’re an idiot’

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7. WHEN PEOPLE TEXT ONE WORD AT A TIME

Friend: Hi                       (one notification beep, okay acceptable)

Are                     (two notification alerts, still okay)

You                     (wait is this supposed to be a sentence?)

Coming              (ARGH just type it all in one text!)

For the               (Well that’s some progress, two words at once)

Party                  (Nope, we’re back to one word)

On Friday          (Finally! Sentence over)

?                          (Okay seriously?)

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8. WHEN PEOPLE DON’T GET TO THE POINT

Me: ‘Remember when we went out for pizza that day? It was so much fun!’

Person: ‘Oh yeah, speaking of pizza, this really funny thing happened….

….and then the solar system…

….hey you know my sunsign is Aries! Oh my god I saw this….

….you know andromeda is the closest galaxy to the milky way…

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….oh yeah so my cousin was eating pizza and then his dog just leapt up and grabbed the slice and swallowed it in one bite! Isn’t that hilarious?!’

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Me: *startles awake* ‘Huh, yeah what?’

9. WHEN PEOPLE ARE TOO STUPID TO GET SARCASM OR A GOOD JOKE

Person: ‘Can you get 250 bars of chocolate for the event tomorrow?’

Me: ‘Yeah, because I just happen to have a candy store hiding in my back yard.’

Person 2: ‘Oh My God! I didn’t know you had a candy store!!’

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10. WHEN PEOPLE DON’T FINISH A SENTENCE

Person: ‘…yeah! And then he jumped off the table and the-‘

*gets distracted*

Me: ‘Uh huh, what happened after he jumped off the table?

Person: ‘What table?’

Me: ‘You were saying he jumped off a table’

Person: ‘Was I? I don’t remember what I was saying’

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Well I thoroughly enjoyed using all those gifs! Credits to giphy.com for having such an extensive gif library.

Anyway if you think of any more annoying things people do, let me know, maybe I can make another list 😀

Until next time.

Myra

 

Footprints In The Sand

Would you like to take a stroll,

One foot in the water, one on the shore,

The waves lapping at your feet,

The sense of such tranquility.

 

As you make your way across the beach,

With the scenic view of the horizon, far beyond reach,

And the sound of leaves rustling in the wind,

You can imagine what this place must have been.

 

For now, plastic wrappers can be seen among the waves,

And the sand is littered, in people’s haste,

Because finding a trash can is far too complex,

For the human species (we’re much too dense).

 

Footprints in the sand will always wash away,

But to leave a permanent mark, we found another way

We destroy nature without thinking twice

And once it’s too late, we open our eyes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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