Writing Funny

yes let us all laugh maniacally at how true this is...

 
NOW GO WRITE! or sleep... whichever.

-Anna Lynn

Time Quote

This is so true...



-Anna Lynn

What is Patience?

Everyone has to exercise patience everyday, in everything. If we didn’t life would blow up in our faces, and the faces of everyone around us. Having patience is more than just learning to wait for things you want. Patience is a lifestyle that helps you have order.

I wrote this... poem? a while ago and thought I would share it because patience is an important thing to remember to have and exercise in every chapter of our lives, but of specially in our youth when so much of life is just waiting for us.

What is Patience?

by Anna Lynn

Patience is not sitting still and waiting while the world around you changes.

Patience is an active word, it tells you to have the perseverance to change the world around you.

Patience is not about being passive and avoiding conflict.

Patience is about being calm in the storm that goes ever on around us.

Patience is not waiting for the judgement to fall on your neighbor.

Patience is bearing an offense without the intent to seek revenge.

Patience is not about keeping yourself apart from others.

Patience is about being about to spread peace to others.

Patience is not a form of meditation.

Patience is hard work and enduring to the end.  

-Anna Lynn

Writing Prompt: Jail

A few weeks ago I filled up my random writing book (It always feeling like such a big accomplishment.) Anyway I made a new one today (look above.) So even though I posted something I wrote in yesterdays post. I'm going to post another today. This is the first random story in my book...

I based it off of this prompt:



"Well this is a nice change of scenery."
"It's a prison cell."
"I was being sarcastic." Well sort of sarcastic. It was nice to be out of that jungle, even if that meant being caught by some crazy bounty hunters and thrown in jail. Personally I would have preferred being caught by some bell hops and thrown in a five star hotel. All in all I was getting quite sick of this ruff treatment. So what if we had stolen a million dollars worth of magical merchandise and then lost it all in quicksand. We could always work off the cost and it was highly unlikely the potion bottles and strange relics would do anything bad to the jungle. Though there was that one incident with the dragon getting loose at the North Pole, but this was nothing like that. No real harm done.

"I'm going to kill you." Roxane, my older sister, said. I could see the murderous rage rising up inside her. It was the same thing every time. Her eyes would lock onto me like some wild animal about to leap onto its prey. Her eyebrows would twitch. Back and forth, left then right. It was impossible to take her seriously with them twitching to rhythmically.
"Don't worry." I said, "Nan will get us out of this. She always does." Roxane stood sharply and pointed hard at me.
"That, that right there is what's wrong." She started to laugh maniacally. I sighed we were just going through the steps. Same old, same old. "Don't you see Jul?" I rolled my eyes. She slumped back down with a loud drawn out sigh. "Why do I always let you rope me into this sort of thing. I have a future to think about. I can't be involved in petty crimes like this."

"Are you saying we should aim higher? Because I though grand theft was pretty high on the scale?"
"No, no. I'm saying that its time we stop this all together. You're still pretty young so maybe it won't stay on your record. But me, I could get kept out of colleges for stuff like this."
I wanted to say 'Roxane, chill. You're 12' but our cell was opened before I could speak.
"Looks like you're free to go."
"Thanks Louis." I said and waved to the burly security guard. Roxane didn't say anything.
I jumped off of my coot and skipped down the hall. Roxane came trudging behind.

Nan was waiting for us. Nan was a large plump lady, and much taller than most of the men in our city. She could incase you in a hug, or paddle your backside with as much force and veracity as a gryphon that got woken to early from its nap. At the moment I wasn't sure which side of her to expect. She did nothing. Simply stood there towering over us with her hands on her hips. I shuffled my feet nervously.
"We're sorry aunt Nancy." Roxane said.
"Three weeks!" She finally spoke, her voice squeaky with tears. "You were missing for three weeks! Wanted posters everywhere. And the interviews, so many interviews 'are you aware that your nieces are wanted criminals? what do you think drove them to this desperate act?'" I could see the Roxane in her seeping through, "I worried about you, its never been this long, and all for what I might ask? Petty theft?" We looked sullen down at our feet.
"would it help if I told you it was grand theft?"

-Anna Lynn

Writing Prompt: Song Lyrics

I wrote is a while ago from this prompt: use the lyrics of a song as the basis for your story.

I picked I Don't Even Know Your Name by Shawn Mendes.

(I went in a kind of different direction with this song so... its really weird...)

The Club was loud with people laughing and glasses clinking. The air was dusty and dark. I sat

all alone hunched over the bar feeling out of place. It hadn’t been a good day. I sat head in hands as I waited for my drink. The loud music made my already throbbing headache worse. People danced through the room, they seemed without a are in the world.

My drink had still not come and the music began to slow. People paired off and began to sway. as the swarm of people parted I caught a glimpse of glowing green eyes from across the room. I looked behind and all around me in an awkward manner to be sure her attentive eyes were actually fixed on me.

She was still staring at me, her eyes piercing mine. I rung my hands then uncomfortable stood to leave. She stood as well. Not diverting from her eyes we walked across the floor straight together. I don’t know how it had happened, I had meant to go to the door.

“Shall we dance?” she said as she guided my hand to her hip. She smiled softly. it was a beautiful smile. Childlike, yet sad in a way a child could never know. We started to dance. “I was watching you.” She said bluntly.

“I noticed” It was the only way I could think to respond.

“Please don’t think me rude, it’s just…” She looked away and we her lips with her tongue. “You’re the only one who can help me.”

“Help you?”

“Yes, I’m in grave danger.” Her eyes widened and darted around the room. “I’m being followed, please don’t look.” She said as I began to look around as well.

The slow music had stopped, but we still stood there holding each other in position in the middle of the floor.

“I just don’t understand. How am I supposed to help? Don’t get me wrong I want to help.” I quickly corrected my mistake.

“I can’t give you all the details in present company, but I can tell you this. There is more to you then you know.” She smiled at me as if what she was saying was common knowledge to all but me. As if I were a child in need of reassurance.

“Who are you? I don’t understand anything you are saying!” I was hunched over holding her but her wrists now. My headache, and patience had reached its max. Yet her eyes kept drawing me back in.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know where else to turn.” her voice was so business casual but her eyes filling with tears told a different story. “Promise me you will help.” She whispered into my ear. I nodded. She looked around again, then snapped back to face me. Her breathing quickened. “We don’t have much time. Listen closely.”

“It’s about time you go home, don’t you think?” a gruff voice said from behind me as thick heavy hands landed on my shoulders. before another man had clasped hands on the girl's shoulders. she leaned in close and whispered to me desperation in her voice. “Its with Bolivia” He started to pull her away. She struggled, I yelled, but the crowd engulfed her.

“Don’t you think you should go home as well?” my anger snapped.

“Don’t you touch her!” I shouted as I worked my way from his grip and tried to run after her. But with one swift punch to the face I was out cold.

In a few hours I woke in the back, even more dusty room of the club. Completely disoriented I breathed slowly trying to remember what had happened. There was a girl. We had danced. She was taken from me. She was in trouble. I knew I had to act, and act fast, but I didn’t know where to start. I didn’t know anything about her. I didn’t even know her name. But I did know I would never forget her eyes. I would look forever, I would never stop searching for her. To help her, I was bound to her promise.

-Anna Lynn

Writing Tips: Character Hacks

Writing tip! When you get stuck with a character or they just don't feel right maybe its because you've only developed them to fit the context of your current plot line. A way to escape this and make them feel like more round characters is to do this...

Write out 20 things NO ONE KNOWS (or will ever know in the context of your story) about your character.

I did this with a lot of my characters from one of my books and it really helped. It also gave me great ideas pertaining to my current story.

Here is my example:

20 Things NO ONE KNOWS About Kai

1. he is a morning person.
2. he loves the color pink. Not for clothes or anything like that, but he loves the pink in sunsets and sunrises.
3. if he could fight, his weapon of choice would be broadswords.
4. he is very ticklish. Especially in the ribs and the soles of his feet.
5. when he was small he used to love to whittle sticks. He still does from time to time.
6. he was a very small child, at twelve he was sure Moana would pass him in height.
7. he always wanted a pet squirrel. He would think about it riding on his shoulder and they would climb trees together.
8. he has had jobs as a millers, butchers, bakers, and carpenters assistant.
9. once he beat up another brown eyes boy for making fun of Moana. He was sent to the stalks because of it. But was released do to a word from the empress.
10. he is known in the fields for being the first one up and working in the morning.
11. he has spent many nights working secretly in various shops after curfew for extra money.
12. he has horrible hand eye coordination.
13. he often has dreams about flying out of the Oasis, but always ends in him falling back down.
14. Kai is a good looking kid who has has the option to have a romance but has always steered away from them because it would distract from his family. Even though his family is always encouraging him to find a girl.
15. When Kai was fourteen he fell from a tree and broke his leg. He refused to let anyone but his sister touch it. This was her first heal. She still says that he fell on purpose to give her the motivation to use her magic. Because of the fall he still has a slight limp from time to time.
16. Kai is the spitting image of his father.
17. he is a quick witted risk taker.
18. he is completely tone deaf, he is a horrible singer, the opposite of his mother and sister.  
19. 
    
    if he had his own business he would want to run the library.
20. He, according to his mother; was the loudest baby, the shyest toddler, the grumpiest child, the most outgoing preteen, and the most reserved teen.

BONUS TIP! For you who made it all the way to the end of this post here is another tip. Find a picture to represent your character then photo shop in words and phrases that define or describe them. 

-Anna Lynn

Winter Story

This is the beginning of a short story I started on Christmas. I really tried writing this in a old fairytale/Narnia feel (yes I just finished all the Narnia books and am still stuck in the world.) But don't read this with the expectation that it is as good as C.S. Lewis or anything. I just wanted it to have a more classic vibe if you know what I mean...

Chapter 1. The Frozen Pond

Cold and icy wind blew fierce against the old trees, and branches swayed in its power. A small girl walked deep into the woods. She had no coat, no hat or mittens to cover her. Little silver tears streamed down her blue cheeks. Her name was Winnie.

Her aunt had sent her out to fetch firewood. She had begged her not to make her go, telling her it was dark, and there might be wolves. ‘No wolf would be out in this weather.’ Her aunt said and pushed her out the door. ‘Don’t come back without the wood!’

Cold and lost, for she did not know the woods well, Winnie did her best to wipe her tears. Through a gap in the trees she looked up at the moon. Its light quieted her fears and surprisingly the wind didn’t feel as sharp.

“Thank you moon,” She said to herself, “you are a wonderful comfort. I just wish I didn’t have to be sent out at all. And on Christmas Eve no less.”

Winnie had been looking up at the moon as she walked that she had wondered even farther into the forest. As she looked down she became aware that she was standing at the edge of a frozen pond.

“Why, if this had been summer I might have fallen in.” She remarked.

The wind seemed to stop all at once, and the mist that had covered the ground had vanished. All was still and clear. The silence was a bit unsettling, The girl didn’t know whether to scream or cry. But neither seemed possible, she had become just as still as the forest around her.

Starting as a small dot on the other side of the pond the girl spotted something move. Her first thoughts were of wolves and how her aunt must have lied to her. But as the creature moved closer she saw that it was neither a wolf, nor any other beast that could do her harm.

Standing in the middle of the frozen pond stood a tiny deer. No taller than Winnie’s own waist. It reminded her of herself. Small, frail, cold, and it must have been lost as well because no deer would be alone in such a storm.

Winnie took a cautious step onto the frozen pond. Then another and another, until she was barely an arm’s length away from the deer. Without a thought of danger she stretched out her arm and held it still next to the creature's face.

“Don’t be frightened. I’m nothing to be afraid of.” Sniffing her the deer raised it head and pressed his snout up into her hand. Winnie smiled and laughed, louder than you should when petting wild animals, but the surprising thing was the deer was not startled. Instead of jumping back or running away it gave a sort of laugh of its own. It through its head back and said “Meh-he-heh-Meh-he!”

This did however startle Winnie. She withdrew her hand and began briskly but carefully to walk off the ice.

“Please don’t go.” A soft but rich voice said from behind her. Winnie clasp her hands over her mouth as she turned to see the little deer watching her with a sad expression on its face.






Like I said on my last post this week every post will have a little extra at the end. I will be posting about the Tender Mercies i've seen each day in my life. Ok todays mercies.

1. I woke up feeling awful, but knew I had to go to work, but we texted and she said she would be ok without me today. So I got to take a sick day.
2. All the leftovers weren't eaten in the middle of the night by a certain someone, so I got to have them for lunch.
3. Its my brothers birthday today so we had ice cream and soda (I did not eat them). But me and the rest of us sugar free people in the house (Chloe and Tally) made healthy smoothies, still sweet but with no crap. They didn't taste as great as ice cream, but at least it was something.

-Anna Lynn

Free Writing: Protag/Antag

I'm a writer. I like to write. Yup. But I don't really like to share my writing with anyone. So now I'm going to share it with everyone!... 

Here is some small free writing I did not long ago. Actually for a Creative Writing class I'm teaching. 

I wrote it based on this prompt... 
Your protagonist and antagonist wake up in a warehouse with no memory of who they are or how they got there. 
(The girl who's view we are in is the antagonist.)



Saw dust filled my lungs and I woke coughing. Streams of light eliminated parts of the room in stark contrast from the dark that filled most of it. Where was I? I stood slowly but stars still blurred my head as I stood. How did I get here? A gun lay on the ground. My heart began to race as I became more and more confused. 

I circled around searching for away out, but stopped as my attention was caught by a shape lying still in one of the streams of light. It was a body. Remembering the gun I grew more anxious as I ran towards it. The boy was unconscious by as far as I could tell unharmed. I shook him and he slowly came to. As he looked up at me I immediately knew, even though I didn't know why, that I should fear him. I jumped up quickly and backed up a few feet as if he were poisonous.

"Where am I?" he said. I was reluctent to answer but still spoke. 
"I don't know." He rose to his feet as slowly and as disoriented as I did. "Who are you?" I said summoning up my courage and stepping closer. The boy looked confused and took a moment before answering. 
"I don't know." He said and looked at me as a strange look crossed his face. Then he stretched his had out to my face. I flinched, but he softly touched my cheek. "You're bleeding." He said. Then showed the blood he had wiped away. I hadn't noticed. 
"What happened here?" I said as my voice shook, but I had decided to trust him. After all we were both in this together. 


-Anna Lynn