Today I wrote a short story about this Fallen Angel who has these incredible eyes. Its told from the POV of this small town boy who fell in love with her after hey found her wandering in the forest pretending that she doesn't know who she is.
The villagers teach all the basic skills of life and all these maths and sciences. She gets accepted into Harvard. When she goes, she meets this other Fallen Angel named Michael, and they start going out.
He ends up killing her, and the small town boy is called to identify the body. Her eyes were wide open.
He reads her diary, and learns about everything that happened throughout her whole life.
This is a really bad description I must say. I don't really know how to make it better, but this is the general idea.

Man, this sucks.
 
 
Good day, my little minions who read this. 
I was thinking of a story, seeing how I could plot it, but I just couldn't see it as a book. It was playing out in my mind like a play or movie. So I thought, why not write a script? 
Its about this woman, who is in a nursing home with Alzheimer's. A police officer and forensic anthropologist visit her, revealing the fact that they found the body of her dead sister.  The woman, Bea, begins telling them about her sister. On the stage, all the times throughout her life and being done. 
Then she starts talking to them about the night she remembers the most. Her mother was at work and her older brother, a talented musician, was babysitting them. She was seven, her sister was four, and her brother was fourteen. He was practicing in his room, quite loud, so they took a mattress and begun playing on the stairs. They took turns pushing each other down the stairs, but one time, she pushed her sister a little too hard and she went tumbling down the stairs. The girl, now a woman, ran down after her, listening for her breathing. Once she was sure her little sister was still alive, she yells to her brother, but he was playing too loud. She runs up to get him, but when they get back, she wasn't breathing anymore. The brother tried to do CPR, but he didn't know how. The mother comes home to two of her children crying on the stairs and the other one dead. The mother thought of her other children and buried the body on the beach. 
The woman expresses her gratitude, saying about how she can die in peace now, knowing that someone else knows what she knows. 
The ending will be the old woman dying in her bed and her little sister showing up. She grabs her hand and the woman turns to into her seven year old self, (who was hiding behind the bed) and they walk off together. 
Personally, I think this will be an epic play. 
 
 
Today I wrote a new story for  a contest, which I might branch out on.

Its about this girl who's brother died and everyone thinks it was an accident, but she thinks its murder. That convinces her to become a teen detective with her best friend, who she harbours a slight crush on, like every girl in her grade. When two girls her age show up dead, and the murderer is believed to be a classmate at the school, she is sent to the new school to pick out the wrong-doer. Between a budding romance with him, a temporary new school and trying to keep her parents together on top of trying to find evidence that her brother was murdered, she has her plate full.

I made up half that while writing it. Wow. 

Anyway that catch to her is that she has dyslexia, so she struggles with school but has better observation skills than most other people. Its hindrance and a blessing all in one. 
 
 
Well, the past few days, I've changed an old story that I never finished into a manuscript. So far, it's worked out well and I've gotten inspiration to change the story and write some more of it.

Its about this girl named Ace that, though she's never really had an exciting life, she's fine with it. She loves books, swimming and all this other mundane stuff. Now she gets whisked off to the place, the Land of Tales, where all the story book characters live and hang out when they aren't being read. Things aren't always what they seem with these people. Now, she must figure out how to get back home, help her new friend get over the guy who fell in love with her instead of him.. Again, and deal with a budding romance.

For those of you who are fans of Jodi Picoult, you may notice the idea of fairytale land is slightly similar to hers, which is where I got the inspiration for this book. You may notice this happens a lot with my stories, but I always personalize them so them end up looking nothing like the other authors.