Lost in Existence - Short Story

Hello everyone!

I am here with another short story that I'm pretty proud of.  My English curriculum had me write a short story for school a couple weeks ago.  I was not told to have any specific aspect to my story, so I took a prompt from Pinterest and gave it a little twist.

 Well, my story is about how this girl perceives the life of a ghost as she tries to get noticed by the people around her.  I made the narrator Death himself, well... he's how I understand Death would be if he was a "person."  Of course, I originally got the idea from The Book Thief by Markus Zusak.  I never wanted to write a whole book with this type of narrating, but I thought it'd be fun to try it out for one story... and it fits with the theme.

I hope you guys enjoy this, it is something I worked hard on.  Oh!  I should mention...  I just passed my 2nd year anniversary of writing!  It was this last wednesday (February 17).  I really wanted to finish my novel that day, but I don't think it's that close to being finished.  It still has a lot of things I want to add in, plus multiple things I want to take out.  But I guess that's what editing is for...

*shivers at the thought of editing*

With that, here is my short story called Lost in Existence.  Mysterious name, isn't it?

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Existence is the state of living or knowledge of an object, but when something goes missing and is forgotten, it becomes lost in existence or nothing at all.  An event in someone’s history that no-one else knew about, then that person dies.  The knowledge is gone and that event becomes lost in existence.  That’s how it works, once something is forgotten and every trace of it disappears, there is no reason for that object to still be an entity.  But what if an entire person’s existence becomes lost in existence?  A state in which everyone around them forgets about this person and their whole being disappears beyond reality.

       The car swerved on the icy road, the steering wheel was beyond control and the driver had already passed out from the shock of another car ramming into the back bumper.  CRASH!  The university student was late to class, and she would probably miss the rest of the school year with the laceration she ended up with.  She had a piece of metal that impaled her leg, a twisted arm, and a bad head wound to top it off.
       Sirens from the emergency vehicles could be heard coming from a couple of different directions.  The crash had created a pile-up of six cars, no deaths, but major injuries to three people.  That death toll wouldn’t be zero for long, the university student had already lost a lot of blood.  The news of the crash had spread quickly, and the university was full of talk about the accident.  People spoke about how one of the students had even been involved.
       As a third year student, Penny had made multiple friends throughout the campus.  Her best friend, Elliot Collins, was the first to be contacted by the police about Penny's condition.  Even though his class had already begun, Elliot rushed out of the auditorium and drove to the hospital.  It started to snow and block his view of the road, but he pressed on.
       The hospital was packed full and by the time he got to the front desk, a group of doctors walked out and asked if anyone had arrived to see Penny Lewis.  Elliot's hand shot up immediately, "Uh, Yes.  I am her best friend, her family lives out of state."
       The head doctor nodded and motioned for Elliot to follow him, the loud noise behind the emergency room doors ensued.  Shouting from surgeons to their assistants and the beeping of monitors blocked out the sound of the doctor's voice in front of Elliot.  He pointed to a doorway ahead of them and he led Elliot into the room where Penny lay.
       The metal shrapnel had been taken out of her leg, they had set her arm back into place.  And there she lay, completely still.  The monitor next to her bed was beeping quietly.  There were a lot more medical tools hooked up to her than a normal crash patient, Elliot would know, he was studying in the medical field.
       "Why does she have so many things hooked up to her, usually it’d be just a couple of cords?"  Elliot asked.
       "I see you know about the medical do's and don’ts?"  The doctor asked, "Well, she's in a coma.  It'd be pointless to do anything more than this, but we will try our best to keep her alive as long as possible."
       Elliot stood frozen, in shock at what he just heard.  His best friend, the person he had known since childhood was in a state of unconsciousness?  She can't be wakened, nor will she respond to any contact you give her.  "How?"
       "She had a bad injury in her head, but we also believe it was from the shock of being flipped upside down."  The doctor walked to the side of her bed, he put his hand on her forehead.  "If she doesn't come out of this coma in six weeks, we will ask if you and her family want us to pull the cords.  But the final decision does belong to her parents."
       "Yeah, I know.  Do you need their contact information?  Penny was on bad terms with them, they may not be in her phone list."  Elliot sighed, he knew the conditions all too well.  "I need to get back to the university, I still have a couple classes today."
       "Alright, but please, feel free to come back and keep her company."  The doctor smiled weakly, it was obvious he was trying to hide something.
       Elliot turned to leave and walk out the door, but he looked back at Penny's still expression.  What he didn't know was that she would die in the next couple of days.  He walked out of the hospital and reached the car just as the snow stopped falling.  Wasn't he lucky?

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       Penny wiggled her fingers and opened her eyes, she leaned up and saw the hospital room.  She remembered the car crash and felt her head wound.  Nothing was there, there was no cut or even a bandage.  Frantically she pulled the hospital gown she was wearing away to see her leg.  A large scar was in the place of the shrapnel.  She didn't feel any pain anywhere on her body, but a weird feeling had been creeping up her spine.
       The room she was in had been completely empty, only the bed and leftover equipment was left.  The door was wide open and she could hear voices from doctors outside her room.  How long had she been asleep?  Penny stood up and walked towards the door, she needed to ask someone.
       Doctors walked to and from the multiple rooms that were connected to the hallway.  Penny walked out and ran up to a man standing nearby with a binder in his hands.  "Sir, can you tell me what the date is?"  No answer, he didn't even look at her.  "Hello?"  She put her hand in front of his face and waved it around.  Still nothing, he didn't even flinch.  Another man walked up to him and spoke a couple words in his ear before they both walked away into another room.
      Penny stood still for a moment in utter astonishment, why didn't he see her?  And isn't it abnormal for a car crash patient to be walking through the hallways?  Penny turned around and walked out of the patient’s wing, she dawdled over to a stack of newspapers and checked the date.  May 14, 20XX.  Four months had passed since the crash, why was she still in the hospital?  She looked around, everyone in the waiting room hadn't turned her way.  She was invisible to everyone around her.
       Panic had spread throughout Penny's thoughts.  Would she ever be able to live anymore?  What if she’s never able to talk with her friends ever again?  Penny decided on one thing.  Penny ran around the hospital, looking for a set of clothes to wear, once she found some she left the hospital to find answers.

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       A month went by and Penny had gotten used to the feeling of being hidden.  She found her university’s campus and decided to find out what she could do with the students.  Penny discovered that people can see her move objects, but when she put anything on her body like clothes or accessories they became invisible too.  She often used pennies to get a person’s attention, then she tried talking to them through a notebook or drawings in the ground.  She tried this with many people, but one person, in particular, got a lot of her observation.  Elliot, her best friend.
       While she had disappeared for seven months, Elliot hadn’t mentioned her name at all.  Maybe because it was painful, or because he didn’t need to.  All of Penny’s other close friends had either graduated or dropped out.  Elliot was the only person on campus that knew Penny really well, except for a couple of teachers.  But she didn’t bother them, with all the work they had to do since testing was coming up.
       After a couple more weeks of investigating, Penny realized that she was vanishing from pictures on the walls of the university.  When she had first noticed, was while she was following a first-year student down a crowded hallway.  Penny had a solid body mass, which means she wasn’t like a ghost where she could just “phase” through anyone she’d like.  She was just like any other person in that hallway, so she had to be careful and not get bumped.  Or else chaos would take place.
       The student Penny was following had receded from her view and she was left to tend to the crowd she was standing in.  She was able to get to the nearest wall without anyone running into her, but that was when she noticed.  She stood right next to the medical classes’ year pictures.
       Where Penny was supposed to be standing, she wasn’t.  When the image was taken she was standing right next to Elliot, she knew that because she remembered how bad his bedhead was that day.  His hair was roughed up on the right side of his head, his right side.  His right side was where Penny should have been standing, but she wasn’t.  To make sure she was right, Penny ran around campus to multiple pictures where she was supposed to be in.  But she wasn’t in any of them.
       Penny ended up walking into the lunchroom after the lunch hour had finished, only a couple people sat at a table or two.  Elliot was one of them, he sat at the far end of the lunchroom.  He had his class material in front of him while he ate a sub sandwich.  Penny smiled and walked over to him.  He heard her footsteps coming up from behind him and he turned around to find no-one there.  He sighed and turned back to his materials, the medical classes had gotten harder for him to follow.  But he was pressing on and getting the homework done on time.
       Elliot always seemed to feel Penny’s presence whenever she hung around him.  So Penny pulled out her experimental copper coin and flipped it up into the air.  The copper penny landed in the middle of the textbook’s page.  Her action made Elliot jump in his seat from the sudden coin flying in front of his face.  He picked the penny up and stared at it as if he was thinking about his best friend sitting next to him.  Hidden behind a veil of reality, Penny watched his expressions contort.

       What was he thinking?

       Then he spoke his thoughts, “Why does this coin feel so familiar?”
       Penny’s jaw dropped, had he forgotten about her?

 I will answer for you, hello, you may know me as the Grim Reaper, a Dark Angel, or just Death.  You may have wondered who the narrator of this fictional tale was, well, that would be me.  Penny is dead, she doesn’t think so.  I may have left her soul behind in the material world for a reason, but I will leave that for you, the reader to decide.  Back to the question, yes, Elliot Collins has the memory of Penny in his brain.  But it is so deep within his memory, it’d take a lot for him to remember his best friend.  Why may you ask?  Maybe I will tell you.  Well, I played around a little bit and discovered I could erase someone’s existence if I wanted to.  So this ordeal is all a test of my strength, there is your explanation.  Why don’t you enjoy the rest of the story now?

       This is where Penny starts to question her existence, did she ever exist?  Of course, Elliot said that it sounded familiar.  Penny slumped to the table and set her head down on one of Elliot’s textbooks.  He heard the thump of her head hitting his book and glanced over her way.
       “What’s going on?”  Elliot leaned in closer and touched his textbook, right in front of Penny’s nose.
       She panicked and jumped up, if he had touched her, well, it was too early for physical belief.  He had to remember her first, then she could have conversations with him.  Penny grabbed the copper coin when he wasn’t looking and walked away.  She needed to find inside help, someone who could hint about her around Elliot.  Yes, that’s what she needed to do.
       Two weeks go by and Penny found someone she could trust with her favor, Jonathan Stewart, a third-year student who sat next to Elliot in the previous year.  When Penny was still active in studying on campus, she and Jonathan had spoken very few words to each other.  But that few number of words is one of the reasons why Penny trusted him.  He remembered her faintly, but it was still something she could go with.
       One afternoon, Penny found Jonathan and the two of them tried to find Elliot to test out their experiment.  They located him in the library looking up surgical techniques.  Jonathan sat down next to him and started a conversation while Penny sat down across the table from them.  She flipped her copper coin and caught it, repeating this action multiple times while listening to the men talk.
       “It’s been awhile Elliot, I spotted you in here and thought I’d stop by to chat.”  Jonathan started.
       “Oh, good to see you, Jonathan!  Yeah, I was just looking up some techniques for a paper I’m writing next week.”  Elliot answered, he pause and then continued.  “What’s up with you lately?”
       Jonathan grinned, “I met up with an old friend a few days ago, it’s been a year, so we’ve been talking a lot in between my classes.”  He looked over in Penny’s direction, she held up a notebook that wrote “Good start Jon!  Keep it going, he’s sure to remember me.”  He turned his head back to Elliot and spoke again, “I think you may know her, Penny Lewis.  Do you remember her?  I think she was in our class too.”
       Elliot stared at him blankly, the gears in his head were working, but not hard enough.  He hesitated before answering, “Uh, no, I don’t think I remember her.  But Penny, that name does ring a bell.”
       Disappointment fell on Penny’s face, she drew a sad face on her notebook and stood up to leave.  She left the notebook there, standing up.  She wrote a little “Goodbye reality” in the corner of the page and walked out of the library.
       Jonathan looked over at the notebook and frowned, “Penny!”  He shouted, but to no prevail.  She had left, there was no way she heard him.  “You idiot, you were supposed to remember her!”  He shouted at Elliot, the girl’s best friend had a confused expression.  But then his confusion broke and he looked torn.
       Elliot looked over at the notebook across the table and walked over to it.  He put his hand to his forehead and sighed, “I am the biggest idiot.  I couldn’t even remember my best friend.  What have I done?”  He glanced over at Jonathan, “Thanks for helping, do you know where she could’ve gone?”
       “Of course not, I did just tell you that I met her a few days ago.  She’s been all over campus for the past couple of months.”  Jonathan frowned, “Alone.”
       Elliot thanked him again and ran off to find Penny, he looked for her everywhere.  But to no luck, she was nowhere to be found, she could be anywhere.  An invisible woman who was forgotten by many.  He worried that there was no hope in even looking for her, she was probably sitting under the apple tree in the campus’ courtyard.  He hadn’t even checked there yet, he had a chance.
       It took him another week before he found her sitting at that exact tree, she hadn’t been there up until then.  She was crying, crying like an abandoned child.  She had been abandoned, by the very person, she thought of as family.  Elliot had pushed her out of his mind, no.  Death had pushed her out of his mind.  All the pain Penny had been holding inside of her came out like a waterfall.  Tears, screams of agony and loneliness.  She would roam the world, alone, for eternity.  Would she ever vanish completely?  Death didn’t even know.
       Elliot walked up to the apple tree, where a small area of grass had been flattened.  He sat down next to it and leaned his head against the tree’s trunk.  “Do you even sleep?”  Were the first words that came out of his mouth.  He felt a weight lean on his left shoulder, was that her head?
       Penny sniffled and laid her head on his shoulder, he remembered.  She smiled slightly, it was the first time she felt this happy since the crash.  “Elliot, don’t ever forget me.  Ever, for the rest of eternity.”  She looked up at him.
       He was shocked to hear her words, looking down, he found a faint image of a torn woman.  Her eyes were puffy and red, she had tear streaks down her cheeks.  She was transparent but visible.  He smiled, “I won’t.”
       With those words, he saw her slowly fade away.  His best friend was dead, but he knew that already.  It had been eight months since the crash, that snowy winter day had changed both of their lives.  He would never forget her, not again.

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       “I do,” The words fluttered out of their mouths simultaneously.  A white dress, fit for a bride.  And a bright tie, perfect for a groom.
       “You may kiss the bride,”  The priest uttered to the crowd.
       The groom took the bride’s hand and pulled her in and locked her lips with his.  As they pulled away, warm smiles lit up the church.  Family and friends clapped for the new couple’s beginning.  The bride and groom looked at their guests and back at each other with a big smile on each of their faces.
       “How do you feel Elliot?  You’re married!”  The bride shouted as they got into the car with the “just hitched” sign drawn on the back window.
       “Amazing, Jennifer!  I feel amazing to have been married to such a wonderful woman.”  He smiled widely and grasped her hands.
       “I’m so blessed to have been your first love.”
       Elliot’s smiled had not changed, “Yeah, my first and only love.  For eternity, there is no one other than you.”

I decided to not let it end at the final confrontation between Penny and Elliot.  To show you that my experiment worked, and I successfully erased someone’s existence from reality.  I wanted to show that once an object is erased from existence, that means that everyone will have had to have forgotten about that object.  Aren’t you proud of me?  You might want to watch your back now, not that you have any power over me.  But just wait, you might be next on my list.  Thank you for listening to my tale about a girl whose life or should I say “soul” was changed for the rest of her days on earth.  I hope you enjoyed this piece of literature and I will see you soon.

-Death

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I am going to quickly mention, I CRIED WHILE I WROTE THAT LAST PART!  I felt as if I was punching myself in the face as I wrote that.  Tears fell on my fingers as I typed the words down.  That was something I needed to get off my chest, plus my brother told me he didn't like this story due to the last section.  I felt so cruel to both myself and my sibling.  But I guess that's what being a writer means?  I have never felt that way with one of my own stories, it was so weird.

That was something I just wanted to say!  I'm done now, I shall return on the first Friday of March!  See you all then,

                                   --Anna Jolene o/

Flash Fiction - The Ocean of Sand

Hello everybody,

Remember that Flash Fiction challenge I mentioned in my update?  Well, this is how it works.  Rachelle from The Ink Loft paired each of us participants together. We give someone a prompt and receive a prompt from someone else, then we write something from what we were given, in under 1,000 words.  I received a dialogue prompt from Emmerayne at Writing in Rivendell.  This is how I perceived it, and to be honest, this story gets pretty weird.  Here's the prompt:

"How can you possibly be okay with this?"

"Quite simple, really. I'm realistic." 

And this is my Flash Fiction: 

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The desert caravan made its way across the sand dunes, wind blowing sediment into their masked faces and whipping at their wrapped ankles. With the sun beating down on the travelers, their water supply ran low and dehydration was beginning to be a problem. Piper and Stuart, two wanderers, had joined up with this caravan. Yet, they themselves had run out of the water in their canteens.

Piper's camel had just stopped and caused a camel-jam for the caravan behind her. Everyone had to halt and wait for her to get moving again. The dry air made it hard to breathe; the sand below their feet shifted as they trekked across the ridge of the sand dunes. Everyone's feet had grown sores and the skin rubbed against their sandals making plenty of blisters.

Stuart helped the children within the caravan; some of them couldn't bear the harsh conditions and fell over quickly. He would pick them up and carry them on his back for a while until they were able to walk again. A few of the children were allowed to sit on top of their family's camel.

In the middle of nowhere, there was no water, no shelter, and no place to take a rest. They were in a setting where there was nothing to be seen for miles upon miles. Only dust and sand, clouds and turtles.

Piper pointed to a boulder off into the distance. The rock formation jutted out of the sand. A large shadow encased the ground below it, engulfing the heat. The caravan walked another half an hour before coming upon the formation. Everyone gathered underneath it like a massive umbrella, keeping the sun off of their skin.

"Do you see that?" Piper asked. Her gaze looked directly up at the sky.

"Are those flying turtles?" one man asked. "Couldn't be, we're in a desert!" another one answered.

Stuart glanced up into the sky and saw a multitude of flying figures in front of the blue expanse. They floated around gracefully as if were gliding through a jet stream. "Piper, we don't have much water left. We're all dehydrated and seeing things."

"What do you mean?!" Piper's mouth gaped open with stupefaction, she couldn't believe what came out of his mouth. The fact that she and the other people around them could see flying turtles in the sky was crazy for her to think that he couldn't comprehend it. "How can you possibly be okay with this?"

"Quite simple, really. I'm realistic." His expression was smug, face showing that he was proud of himself for being the only "sane" person in their group of twenty or so.

"What do you mean?" is it even feasible for us to see the same mirage?" Piper asked, her curious side unveiled. And that would get Stuart going off on a rant.

His face went blank, she was right. Is it scientifically possible to see the same crazy visions in the middle of a desert? Sure it is if everyone was on the same mindset. Right? He looked up again at the flying turtles and shook his head, "They aren't real."

The girl stared at him with disbelief. "I don't understand how you can say that when they look as realistic as you and me." Piper watched as the sky-faring sea turtles danced across the blue sky. They were all gray, almost white colored. One by one, each of the reptiles moved across the desert plain, through the air and dusty atmosphere. "You are a very confusing person, Stuart."

"I am a realist, I don't see things the way you do. Everything to me has to make sense or some kind of logic." Stuart leaned against the rough surface of the boulder and sighed. "If those things were real, what good would it do any of us?"

"They could be traveling towards a waterhole." Piper smiled at the thought of drinking something; she licked her lips and laughed.

"Or, they are just a figment of our imaginations and we end up diving into another sand dune." Stuart pulled out a flute from his sack and started to play it, but then he paused to speak. "I think everyone should get some rest. It'll be dark in an hour and it might be a good idea to travel at night." After that idea, the caravan was temporarily stopped at the boulder for what seemed like an eternity for the kids. But Piper kept the young ones running around and playing games together. After a while, Stuart was the only one still awake and he started to play his flute again quietly.

As if it was like a switch, a small, white, sea turtle had glided down to listen to Stuart play. It landed right next to his legs and nestled down on Stuart's lap. For the man who said they weren't real, he was really enjoying the reptilian company he was getting. He stroked the turtle's shell and smiled. If Piper saw him right now, she would probably have a fit. The night had started and it was already half-way till midnight before he decided to let the caravan sleep and gain their energy for the next day. A day full of surprises to come.

The little sea turtle closed his eyes, resting its flippers from the aggressive winds. Blowing sand across the desert, the jet streams moved sediment around like a pillar of steam. Same as the sea turtles, they follow the breeze through the desert to their destination. By the time the rest of the caravan awoke, the sea turtle stream was gone and only left a clear blue sky for the sun to beat down on the travelers again. Another day, another journey across the dry landscape. Going to search for water one thought was all on their minds: did they just imagine the turtles in the ocean of sand?

Back with an Update!!

Hello, everybody, I am back!

      I have been on an eight-month hiatus, maybe nine?  Well, I am back and I have a few things to show all of you.  My idea is to post two times a month, the 1st and 3rd Fridays.  Fridays, a day that completes the week and ties everything up into a nice, big, red bow.
      This Friday (February 5th) I have a Flash Fiction that will be posted.  I signed up for the challenge a week ago on Rachelle's blog over at The Ink Loft.  This is my first time doing a challenge like this, and I was super worried.  But, I think you will like it.  I will explain more about what a flash fiction is when Friday comes.  I did it with a lot of people and I hope you will have time to go check out their blogs.
      So, here's a little update that most of you have no clue about.  I dropped the story I was writing back in 2014.  Yes, The King's Daughter is lost in the forest for good.  I may pick it up in the future, but I highly doubt it.  My current project is a tale that I created last June, I then used that story in both the July Camp NaNoWriMo and NaNoWriMo in November.  Presently, I am at around 80k words, which is an amazing accomplishment in my book.  Especially since I couldn't even get my other stories above 30k.  You can find info of my daring tale on my "Writing Updates" page...which I need to fix, so until then...don't look at it.
*smiles warmly*
      I just recently went back to my previous blog, one that I shared with my cousin (To be honest, it was pretty nostalgic) and I noticed how cringe-worthy my blog formatting was compared to what I had 2 years ago.  And thus, a very determined Anna materialized, a side of me that I don't see too often.  I fixed up my template and background, as you can see, and I changed a bit of my formatting.  I created a banner, a better "About me" gadget,  and played with a whole bunch of different fonts.  I want to note that I took the picture in my banner, it's from my family's recent vacation to California in September.  The image is of a very beautiful Grand Canyon sunset.
      That is all for now, please leave feedback on what you would like to see on my blog or even if you find somethings that should be changed.  Let me know if the font size or style is hard to read, or if there is something I say a little too often.  I would really like to know if there is something wrong so that I can change it as quickly as possible.
o/  Thanks for visiting my blog, Ciao!

How Did I Discover Ilyon Chronicles? + Day 16 Photo Challenge

My favorite author Jaye L. Knight, has been busy with hosting a large event for her book's 1 year anniversary.  For the whole month of May she is having contests, character Q+A's, etc.  And she is having her followers write about how they found her newest series, The Ilyon Chronicles.   Now, today is my turn.

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I heard about Jaye, or Molly, when she first published her pirate series.  I know, that was a long time ago, but, I didn't actually start reading her books until the spring of 2013.  That's when I read her Makilien trilogy along with the pirate books.  Of course, I became a big fan and followed her every movements (just kidding, I never did such a thing) I was excited about her next series, The Ilyon Chronicles.  Katie, my cousin and previous blogger buddy over at Cousin's in Christ (don't look for it, its kind of disbanded…)  She was able to be a beta-reader for Jaye.  I was a little jealous at the time but I was a good girl and waited patiently for the book to be published.  Then, the time came and I was able to read the long awaited book in my very own hands.  Since then, Katie and I have read it twice out loud to each other while fishing on the dock at our cabin… Oh good times (to be honest, we never actually got through the whole thing)  After this time, I've also read the second book of the series, The King's Scrolls, and I'm excited for the upcoming novella, Half-Blood, and the third book, Samara's peril.

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So, I thought this fit perfectly into this post.  Today's topic for The Idea Room's photo-a-day challenge is top.  Or cover… So, I picked a picture that was taken by one of my friends last summer.  Katie, my other friend, and I all had a photo shoot.  One of our pictures (mine and Katie's) was of us and our Resistance books.  Top.  Cover.  The "top" of the book?  Close enough, I thought this picture was cute anyway.  (Note: We're wearing matching clothes)

Thank you for checking out m blog, I also want to apologize for the lack of pictures for the Photo-a-day challenge. I'm currently finishing up my school with all the finals, unit tests and whatnot… you know that kind of stuff is big this time of year.  My plans are to get all the days for the challenge done by June 1.  *Crosses my fingers* Hopefully I will do well with this plan.

          -Anna Jolene <3

Photo-a-day Challenge Day 3-4

               So…
               I didn't think I'd be doing this so soon, but it looks as if I will need to put two days in one.
               Well, I'll do a quick overview to start this post.  First off, I made a mistake in my first post and said that my mom was doing this challenge with me… I was wrong, I had it in my head that she was going to continue the challenge since she did the April version.  Even if she isn't doing the challenge, I would still like you to visit her blog and see her work.
               Now, lately I started a photography challenge made by The Idea Room.  For the whole month of May she set out a list of topics you need to take pictures of.  The first day's was shiny, the second was action shot, and yesterday's was unorganized.  I, sadly, have multiple things in my room that are very unorganized, my closet, my desk, and my bookshelf.  Of course I had to pick something, so I went with my jewelry plate.

               I most of my jewelry on here, as you can see, there are bracelets, earrings, necklaces and even a couple rings… even though I never wear rings.
               Today's topic is a dream, which I had to think long and hard on.  But, in the end i just took a picture of the sky because it's my dream to fly to somewhere out of the country…

               -Anna Jolene <3

Photo-a-day Challenge Day 2

My second picture for the Idea Room's May Photo-a-day Challenge was a no brainer.  My brother had baseball opening ceremonies and a game today.  The second topic is action shot, yeah, I know right? Perfect topic for today's activities.

 
               I thought this shot was really cool, because… you can see the baseball flying through the air.  Sadly, I didn't get a good shot of him actually swinging.  But, I enjoyed getting to see my brother doing his best at bat.  Oh, yeah, and my dad is the guy down by 1st base.

               -Anna Jolene <3

May Photo-a-day challenge 2015

               Yes,  I am going to do the picture challenge from the Idea Room just like I did back in December.  Except! This time I'm doing it along with my mom, who is going to post her pictures on her blog, Kat and Kaboodle.

Today's May 1st, which means that I will be starting this challenge today.  The first topic is shiny, I had to take a minute and think about the things around me that were "shiny enough" to make it onto my blog.

 
               For my birthday, my parents bought me headphones, the over-the-head kind.  For a while I have been using earbuds and I wanted something a little bit more comfortable on my ears.  (You can find the headphones online HERE, even though I know you don't need them)  So, for my first picture,  I used my headphones since they have a shiny area on them.
               I am planning on posting each day's picture and topic… but if I miss one, I will include that day's picture along with the day after.
               I hope you all enjoy my posts from now on, and I will bring you my creations to the best of my abilities.

                   -Anna Jolene <3

Big Birthday Update?!

          So, It has been many, many, many months since I have said anything on here.  I also left it off kind of abruptly...

          Well, I'm here to say that I've been having some trouble in school lately and that's why I haven't been able to post anything.  At least I'm back now and I will be back for sure this summer!!!

          This coming summer, I am planning on posting a lot of photography, writing and maybe something a little extra...  We'll see!

          According to the image up above you may be asking:  Is it Anna's birthday?  Yes! Indeed it is, I was born on Earth day, April 22nd.  I find it cool that I was born on Earth day, it's something that only people who's birthday is on the 22nd can say.  B-Earth-day ;)
          My plan for the upcoming months:

•  For the WHOLE month of May, I will be doing a photo-a-day challenge like I did back in December... but this time I will actually complete it.
• After that, I am planning on posting a fun picture every other week once May is done.
• On the off weeks, when I'm not posting pictures.  I am still deciding if I should post story snippets like I used to OR some other kind of writing post.
• I am also planning on doing a lot of reading this summer.  Hopefully.  I have some "school" type subjects I have to finish before the fall.

          I will also note, I do not know what day I will post... Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, etc.  No idea...  I will figure it out when I get there, SO BE PATIENT!!!

          And... If you havent noticed, I'm giving my blog a face lift :)

          Now, don't expect to see everything on time.  I may be a day late or I may forget completely, BUT, I know for a fact... I will try my hardest to get everything out in time so that you all can enjoy my hard work!!!

          -Anna Jolene <3