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  • Pre Work on my book

    I have gotten a backstory written for Skylar, I know who most of my characters are, still trying to figure out who her mom is. I know some of the places I want the story to go. I am also taking a break from school to help get my life back on track. What do you guys want to see from me?
    Post some writing Prompts in the comments. I will make a post for each writing prompt, that I can write from. 
    Love,
    Snappy Mouse

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  • Rough Draft in a month.

    Okay, so I know that it isn’t November yet, but I want to try and write a book in a month. I have been playing within my head for a while. So, I have been thinking about doing it in a challenging type of way. So, Starting on June 1st, I will be working on writing my first draft, hoping to have it done or mostly done by June 30th. I will be posting updates weekly, about how many words I have typed/written. I will also be talking about how the writing prosses is going and about the things that are getting in the way. I’ll be looking for readers to look over the rough draft. The idea is that it will be the first draft, so there are going to be errors throughout the whole thing. I am looking for people who will give feedback. Also, telling me what they liked and disliked about the story. I plan on finishing this. I am hoping that I can finish in a month (30 days) even if I can’t, I will still be working on it. I will also be doing this in November as well.
    Have a good day,
    Snappy Mouse.

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  • Skyler's First Christmas home.

    This is a reupload from Jackiesnovels.com. I will no longer have that webpage so, I am moving all my writings over here
    Dear Journal,
    So here we are again. Christmas time. I have always hated this time of the year. It’s to, exposed and exported. It’s no longer about family, it’s all about what you can get for someone else. Yeah, we have people who volunteer at the homeless shelters and other things, but if you pay attention, most of the kids are only wanting their gifts, they could care less if their family is there or not. I know that I am acting like the “Grinch.” Even my family doesn’t even care if I am there or not. Allie, my little sister, is only 10 and asked me what I am getting her for Christmas. When I told her, I am not getting her anything because I am saving up for the baby. She got so pissed and said that it’s Christmas and I needed to get her something. Christmas isn’t about getting gifts. I just stared at her, I can’t believe this. I don’t want my baby to grow up thinking that. I got up and walked to the guest suite. My baby will not be as self-centered as my sister. I know that she doesn’t know any different because of our mom. Right before Allie was born, mom had married a rich man, He is gay but didn’t want his family to know. I have no real problem with Kyle, but mom spoiled Allie, anything she asked for she got. Growing up, mom didn’t have a lot of money with Jake and Dominic playing every sport that they could. We had the basics and that was about it. So, I don’t think she knows what she is doing to Allie. Allie isn’t Kyle’s, but his family thinks she is. None of us want to change that because he asked us not to. 
    I put the pen down as I hear someone walking towards my room.
    “Skyler,” Jack came into my room, making me sigh. “Damn, sis, you look good for a pregnant woman.”
    “What the hell does that mean?” I snap playfully as I stand up.
    “Sky, you have always been beautiful.” He says trying to dig himself out of the hole. I laugh, and he relaxes. “And evil as ever.” He laughs. He pulls me into a big hug. After a few moments, I hear a gasp. 
    “Get your hands off my man.” A woman says from the hallway. I pull back and raise an eyebrow and look up at my brother. She comes storming into my room and yanks me further away from him, making me fall to the floor.
    “Sarah,” Jack yells, trying to catch me before I land, but he wasn’t quick enough. “That’s my pregnant sister.” He picks me up like I weigh nothing. The angry face went from Sarah’s face to my brother’s. He sits me down on my bed. “Are you okay, Sky?” he asks. I nod. 
    “It’s not the first time I have fell down, and I know it won’t be the last time,” I say with a smile. “Sarah, it is nice to meet you,” I say as sweetly as I can. The guilt builds up because she starts crying.
    “I am so sorry, I don’t know what came over me.” She sobs. I sigh, looking at the girl.
    “Look, if my brother wasn’t my brother and he was my guy, I would’ve probably done a lot worse than you did. You are fine.” I say trying to get up, but my brother pushes me back down. “Jake, I am fine.” Being the 3rd youngest and one of two girls in this family means anyone who hurts me is in deep shit. I am going to be in deep shit when they find out the father is in jail because he stabbed me. But as far as I can tell, no one knows yet, and I plan on keeping it that way. I try to sit up, and this time Jake lets me. Jake is staring at my shoulder.
    “Why isn’t James here with you?” I look away.
    “He had to work. He couldn’t get out of it.” It was partly right. He couldn’t get out of jail to be here. So why did the guilt start to eat at me? Jake’s face fell.
    “Oh, okay.  Well, I need to show Sarah will she’ll be sleeping because mom doesn’t want us to share a room.” Sarah, who is still crying, looks anywhere but at me. 
    I pull my brother into a hug. “Cheer up your girl. She didn’t hurt me, so she is fine.” I pull back and push him away. He gets up and grabs her hand. Pulling her out of my room. I look at my phone. Carol had called about an hour ago, but I was too scared to answer. There is a voicemail. I grab my phone and listen to the voicemail. 
    “James has been released on bail.” I quit breathing. Shit, his mom knows. Which means my mom will know soon. 
    “Sky, breath. Come on, sis, breath,” Dominic says, placing both his hands on my shoulders. I wince at the sudden touch causing a little bit of pain. He pulls me into a hug. “Sis, why didn’t you call me?” he asks.
    “How do you-?”
    “I answered the phone before mom could, and no, she doesn’t know.” I relax in his arms. “Why didn’t you call me?” he asks again.
    “About what, Dom?” Jake asks making me tense again. I try to pull away, but Dominic wouldn’t let me go. “Sky?” He says walking closer to us. I start breathing harder. How did this go downhill so fast? Why can’t anything go right when I need them too? The doorbell rings. “I’ll go get that.” Jake slowly strolls out of the room. I start crying. 
    “I can’t tell him,” I tell Dom. 
    “Come on, she is this way.” I hear Jake say. “I thought you couldn’t get away from work?” I freeze. He can’t be here. Dom jumps up and makes it to the door before he gets there.
    “Get the fuck out of this house before I call the cops,” Dom growls.
    “Dom, calm down, he is Sarah’s husband. He made it here.”
    “Jake, stay out of things you don’t understand.”
    “She is pregnant with my child. I can see her whenever I want to.”
    “Not when there is a protection order in place,” Dom says.
    “A protection order, What the hell is going on?” Jake says, trying to push past Dom, but Dom being bigger than Jake, he doesn’t get past.
    “Hello, this is 911.” A lady answers the phone.
    “My husband, James Kelly, has violated the protection order in place,” I say into the phone. 
    “Where are you at?” The lady says.
    “I am at 668 stone creek rd.”
    “Cops are on the way; can you get somewhere safe?”
    “Yes, I can.” 
    “I’ll stay on the phone with you until they get there.”
    “Get off the phone, Sarah,” James yelled.
    “Why is she calling the police? Dominic, tell me what the hell is going on.” 
    “He beat Sarah, she is pregnant, and he beat her,” Dom says.
    “I did no such things,” James says
    “No, you didn’t beat me, you tried to kill me,” I scream.
    “Ma’am, please calm down.” The lady says
    “Yeah, because you cheated on me,” James screams as he pulls out a gun. Jake tries to grab the weapon, “Let me see my wife or you both die.” 
    “Put the gun down,” A man says from the hallway.
    “I just need to see my wife, and this all will be over.” 
    “Put the gun away.” Someone else yells. A gun goes off, and everything goes black.
    Tell me what you think. Should I write more?

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  • Ice Dragon (part one)

    “So, what that I’m different from all the other. I’m a dragon, just like them. I should be in there with them!” I yell at my mom and the headmaster.
    “Skylar, you are not like the rest of them. You are indeed a dragon, but you are the only winter Dragon.” The headmaster says. “You don’t breathe fire. You breathe ice. You are the only one that can do that. You can’t be taking classes with your twin brother.”
    “We were born at the same time and he can breathe fire. Why can’t i?” I fall into the chair. “I shouldn’t be any different from them.”
    “We know, Hell if I could, I would keep you with me.”
    “Wait, what do you mean if you could keep me with you?” I look between my mom and the headmaster. “You’re sending me away?” I should’ve seen this coming. “Where are you sending me?” I snap.
    “We are sending you to the ice valley. You can’t live here and be expect to thrive.”
    “I’ve been here for sixteen years and nothing bad happened.”
    “Skylar calm down.”
    “Don’t tell me to calm down. You want to send me away.” I snap at my mother. “I want to talk to my dad!” I shout. I jump up, heading towards the door, “I done with this.” Slamming the door, I see Xavier sitting next to the door. “How much did you hear?”
    He laughs, “Everyone heard your roar of anger.” He looks at the ground, “Is it true your leaving?”
    “I don’t want to.” He gets up and wraps his warm body to mine. “I’m scared, Xavier. Why am I so different from you?”
    “I don’t know, but it is what it is.” He pulls away. “I love you, sis. I’ll talk to them. Head home, we’ll be there soon after.” He walks into the office before I could even answer him. I turn and see Sarah standing in the doorway. I shake my head and walk past her.
    “Skylar, you know that you can’t stay somewhere your not wanted,” Sarah says, pushing my shoulder. I speed up and run all the way home. Once I was home, I felt the tears that I worked so hard to stop the slide down my face. My dad’s sitting at the kitchen table when I walk into the kitchen.
    “You knew what they were going to talk about. Didn’t you?” He slowly looks up from the paper. His eyes are soft and saddened.
    “I’m not on the same page as your mother and headmaster.” He sighs, “But it is what needs to happen.” He set the paper down. “You what to know something?” He asks, gesturing for me to sit at the table with him.
    “Yes?” I question slowly sitting down.
    “When we found out that you breathe ice, Your mother and I went through every scroll and book to find out why you were so different.” He says with a faraway look in his eyes. “We spent week after week reading things. Not knowing how to help our little girl is the worst thing.” The tears start to show. “My little girl who couldn’t go outside on the hot days because she would overheat and pass out. Who would smile when she woke up and try to go outside to play with everyone else.” By now, the tears are rolling down both of our faces. “I love you, but I can’t keep you here knowing that it could kill you the next time out go out into the heat. Your mother and headmaster found a dragon out in the snow lands, he is young like yourself, but his mother knows more of how an ice dragon is to live.” The door opens and slams shut. They are home.
    “When am I leaving?” I say as mom and Xavier walking into the kitchen. He hung his head. “Answer me.” I roar

    Ice Dragon by pixundfertig

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  • Little more

    Not knowing what tomorrow brings is scary. “I know that with the people I have in my life, I will be okay. The thing is, they won’t be in my life forever. They might die tomorrow. Then what would I do.” When my depression starts acting up it’s hard to counter thoughts like that. I know I will make it through whatever tomorrow brings. but my depression doesn’t like that. I’m fighting everyday to keep my head up high and smile. Someone once told me.

    “To fake it, till you make it.”

    I know that it doesn’t really apply to this but it still works right? Well, I’m kind of doing that now. I am keeping myself busy during this time of being stuck inside my house with four other adults. One of them I am marring Aug. 23, 2023. Another is my father and the other two is my SO’s parents. Four bedroom, 3 story house. At least we have “space.” I’m wanting to start chatting with people but I don’t really know how to start doing that. I know that I need to get writing again, so I started this blog to help me get back into writing.

    I am a creative writer. I love writing fiction stories. I normally don’t want to share them because I don’t know what others will think about my writings. I’m putting that fear aside to over come it, because I want to become a published author. There are going to be people who hate my writing and people who love my writing. With both of those there will be people who don’t love or hate it. Something that I need to do is just be happy with my writings and not let the “haters” get into my head. As of right now there isn’t any “haters”. I know that at some point there will be and that’s okay. I just can’t let my depression control my fears. I know that I will be okay.

    Happiness is where I want to be. I need to create my happiness because no one will bring it to me. I need to work for it. Everyone can be happy but that won’t happen, because that means not everyone’s beliefs won’t be met. The thing is that everyone compromise on something everyday. We just don’t think of it that way and that’s okay. People don’t always thing of it as compromising. I think that if we all give a little and I mean everyone then we will find some type of peace. I know that won’t happen becasue people think that they are right and everyone else is wrong. Hell, I am one of those people sometimes. I am no better than someone else. We are all equal. I may not be going to church but I don’t anybody that’s going isn’t better than me. When I was going to church I didn’t think anyone who wasn’t going is lesser than me. No we all are equal, we may have different lives but that doesn’t make someone better than someone else. We are equal. I don’t care what religion you believe in or not. I don’t care what race you are. I don’t care what makes us differen’t we are all equal. I know that I want everyone to be happy.  
    This post is all over the place. Telling what I think isn’t easy. I know what I want to put in this post. I wanted it to be short and to the point but I kind of rambled on about things. But reading over this I know I did that right thing writing this out. Tell me what you think? Should we all give a little to make the world a better place? Fighting gets us no where, I don’t want to fight I want to talk with people. 
    From,
    PrincessMice

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