“Hey Snowball where are you,” I yelled out looking for my pet.

I’m pretty sure you can tell by his name that he has white fur.

We haven’t had him for very long, but he’s already a handful.

He scratches everything.

All he does is sleep and sit around all day. (which is basically what I do)

He somehow gets up on the counter and gets in my face whenever I’m trying to do my homework.

He even got stuck on our roof and in a tree, which shocked everyone in our neighborhood because everyone knows it’s impossible for him to get stuck in those two places.

“c’mon Snowball, don’t you want to go to the park?” I yelled out again.

as soon as I said the word “park”, he came running downstairs with with his cute little legs, and started to jump on me.

I stood there looking down at him with a smile on my face.

every time I said the work park he would go crazy and jump around all over the place.

He loves to run around, so of course he loves the park.

I got his leash, and he started to bark like crazy.

I put his leash on, and we walked out the door.

while walking to the park we passed some people and as soon as they saw Snowball they asked if they could pet him.

“of course,” I said.

as they were petting him, one of the people asked “what kind of dog is he?”

“he’s a Corgi,” I responded.

(I Bet you thought Snowball was a cat when you read the title and the first few lines)

Have you ever seen a movie or read a book about some ordinary person, who stumbles across this magical world and they’re about to get eaten by some monster or something when all of a sudden this other human or magical creature comes in and saves you. Whenever I saw one of those scenes I thought about how unrealistic that world is. First off why would some other magical creature go out of their way and risk their lives just to save a creature they don’t know, because since they’ve grown up in that fantasy world they know that creature they’re fighting is dangerous and they’ve probably seen other creatures like you get eaten by it, so why would they go out of their way to save that person. Like if you saw an elf getting attacked by a grizzly bear you probably wouldn’t risk your life for the elf knowing you’ll most likely get killed as well. It just doesn’t make sense to me.

I don’t know what to write, so here I am, sitting in bed thinking of something to write while also writing this. I don’t know what to write so I’m just gonna keep on writing so this can count as a post. I mean it’s 11:58 PM, and I don’t want it to count my stuff as late. Because by the time I think of something I want to write it’s gonna be like 12:25 AM, and by then it’ll be counted as late, so I’m just writing this so it’ll count as a post so I can get full credit.

What if there was a drug that gave you powers based off your personality,

What if you could choose your powers, what would they be,

What if suddenly every statue and mannequin resembling humans and animals, came to life, and started to kill people,

What if you could make a difference in the world?

How different would the world be?

What if you spent your entire life living alone hiding, because people would turn to stone if they looked at you, and the only people who protected you was your hair made of snakes,

What if you were the Grim Reaper and everything you touched died, then you became friends with a deer, but you know you’ll have to kill her when her time comes,

What if you could never die, would you be happy to be invincible, or would you feel sad knowing that one day when all of your loved ones die you won’t be able to join them,

What if you became a Werewolf, and you lost control whenever you would transform and you’d kill people every time you’d shape shift,

How would you feel about this life you never asked for?

What if you knew before you were born you were going to die and you would feel heartache and pain throughout your life,

Would you want to live?

Or would you even want to be born in the first place?

So, how are you guys doing during this fine time.

I Personally am really bored, but eh.

At least I don’t have to get up at 5 AM every school day.

During the quarantine I spend most of my days watching Youtube videos.

But if I’m not in the mood to watch something I draw.

Then around noon I take my dog for a walk and think of story ideas.

When I get home I continue the process of watching Youtube videos or drawing.

And around 11 PM at the last second I turn all of my homework in that’s due that day.

Repeat that cycle and that’s all I’ve been up to for the past couple of weeks.

Anything interesting happened to you recently?

March Madness #3

I just watched Tomorrowland and I started to think about how David (the villain of the movie) explained why he was putting the idea of the world ending into peoples heads. This is what he said.

“Let’s imagine. If you glimpsed the future and were frightened by what you saw, what would you do with that information? You would go to…who? Politicians? Captains of industry? And how would you convince them? Data? Facts? Good luck. The only facts they won’t challenge are the ones that keep the wheels greased and the dollars rolling in. Now, what if…what if there was a way of skipping the middleman, putting the critical news directly into everyone’s heads? The probability of widespread annihilation kept going up. The only way to stop it was to show it, to scare people straight. What reasonable human being wouldn’t be galvanized by the potential destruction of everything they’ve ever known or loved? To save civilization, I would show its collapse. But how do you think this vision was received? How do you think people responded to the prospect of imminent doom? They gobbled it up, like a chocolate éclair. They didn’t fear their demise, they repackaged it. It can be enjoyed as video games, as TV shows, books, movies. The entire world wholeheartedly embraced the apocalypse, and sprinted towards it with gleeful abandon. Meanwhile, your Earth was crumbling all around you. You’ve got simultaneous epidemics of obesity and starvation! Explain that one! Bees and butterflies start to disappear, the glaciers melt, algae blooms all around you, the coal mine canaries are dropping dead, and you WON’T TAKE THE HINT! In every moment, there is the possibility of a better future, but you people won’t believe it. And because you won’t believe it, you won’t do what is necessary to make it a reality. So you dwell on this terrible future and you resign yourselves to it, for one reason: because that future doesn’t ask anything of you today. So, yes, you saw the iceberg and warned the Titanic, but you all just steered for it anyway, full steam ahead. Why? Because you want to sink. You gave up. That’s not the Monitor’s fault. It’s yours.”

And when I heard that I sort of agreed with him. There is the possibility of a better future, but we don’t make it a reality because it doesn’t ask anything of us. We always think about how the future will be better and how cool it’ll be, but we don’t do anything to try and make it a reality. Some people take matters into their own hands, but a couple thousand people can’t save a planet from millions of others. why do we give up? all these terrible things are happening and we humans do nothing about them. We just accept that the ice caps will melt, we just accept that some species that are crucial to the environment will become extinct because of poaching and deforestation, and we do nothing about it when we could solve these problems. Why don’t we solve these problems?

in English class, for a journal prompt. We were asked if we wanted to see how we died and how we turned out in the future, and why we chose yes or no. I chose yes, because if I saw how I died and what I ended up being I could change that. and make it the future that I wanted. But other people in the class said no, because then they would always feel scared knowing that they’ll die at this time and date and they can’t do anything to stop it. But they could stop it, if they didn’t accept that fate they could change their future. no one can tell you how your story ends, you decide it, and you can change the world for the better if you just believe. That’s how Casey (the hero of the movie) saw the world, and I think we all need to think just a little bit like her.

Wendy

I walked outside, looking for a good spot to eat read and eat. When I found a spot not to far away from my parents house. I set up a blanket, with an umbrella and a basket filled with Willow, my sisters lunch and mine. That I made all by myself, I sat down and started to read my book about sea life. Willow always told me that I was in another world when I would start reading, she sometimes would call me “Wendy the bookworm” because I always had my nose in a book,.

“you need to run around more” she would say.

“there are so many wonderful things in the world that you need to see,” she would say.

I was at an interesting part about baby sharks or pups as they’re known as, when suddenly a bunch of blonde hair fell on the pages suddenly making me realize how happy I was that my hair was in one big braid so it couldn’t get in my face. shocked I looked up to see a little girl about my age, in front of me with her hair covering her face, she was wearing a white t-shirt with red overalls. the girl raised her arms in a creepy manor, and when they were raised above her head she pulled them up to her face, and pulled her hair out of her face like a curtain, and there stood Willow with her tongue hanging out of her mouth and one of her eyes halfway closed, a ridiculous expression, but that was Willow for ya’. she smiled at me.

“Hey wanna play a game of adventure Wendy?” she asked me.

“No, I’m fine,” I replied.

“Oh c’mon,” she said grabbing my arm, pulling me to my feet.

“Bu-” I stammered as she pulled me to my feet and my book slipped out of my hand.

“You’re never gonna see any of those things you’re reading about with your own eye’s if your eye’s are always glued to a book, and that’s a boring life,” she said pulling me to the cliff where you could look too sea.

Willow loved playing near the edge of the cliff against our parents wishes. But I just wasn’t like her. Even though we’re twin sisters, we look identical, were both ten years old, we couldn’t be anymore different. I was afraid of the world always worried what horrible thing could happen, and reading and writing was my escape, but Willow was adventurous, she was always so happy, she wasn’t scared of anything, and she loved being in danger. as we reached the cliff she let go of my hand and jumped on the rocks that were at the very edge of the cliff.

“c’mon it’s fun,” she said over the crashing of the waves below us.

“No. No way,” I replied, the thought of even being on the rocks giving me a shivers down my spine.

“oh c’mon it’s perfectly safe,” she said, then jumped from one rock to another to show me.

“see it’s fine,” she said walking backwards towards the edge of the cliff with her hands behind her head.

“In fact I think I’ll just chill on these rocks all d-” she said slipping on the rock and falling off the cliff.

everything slowed down, when I saw her start falling I stood in shock for a second then ran towards her, running as fast as I could towards her shape slowly falling out of view, hand outstretched thinking that I could somehow grab her from six feet away. The last thing I saw of her was her hand reaching up into the sky.

I ran up on the rocks and looked down to see if she was okay, and what I saw gave me a sigh of relief. I forgot that below the rocks, about three feet down there was a bit more land that was the edge of the cliff, with a bush of flowers near the base. And Willow popped out of the bush, she looked up at me with a grin which spread into a smile so big she closed her eyes, her big toothy grin that made you feel all nice and fuzzy on the inside and made you smile as well. I slid down the little dip in front of her, and realized that her hair was covered in bright red flower petals and two red flowers.

“you have flowers in your hair,” I said giggling.

“really where?” she asked patting her hair trying to find the flowers, still having a grin on her face.

she had a flower that was in the top left of her hair, and seeing that gave me an idea. I grabbed the other flower that was in the back of her hair and put that flower in the top left of my hair.

“look now were twins” I said laughing at my own joke, making her laugh as well

“wanna play a game of tag?” I asked her.

“of course!” she replied

“alright, tag you’re it,” I said tagging her and running up the dip to the big rocks, and as soon as I said that she laughed and started to run after me.

. . .

we played forever, I was having the time of my life then I heard the door to our parents’s house open. we both stopped and looked over to the door to see our butler, Steven walking out onto the porch, and stand against the railing.

“Wendy time to come inside I don’t want you out here to long,” he yelled out to me.

and those words brought me back to reality. I looked over to my sister, to see she was gone, and all there was, was a red flower laying where she was. Suddenly all of my happiness dissolved into sadness, My smile faded into a disappointed frown as I realized that was all fake and Willow was gone. I slowly walked from the edge of the cliff to the house. Steven was about to say something to me as I walked into the house, but realized I was upset, decided not to say anything, and followed me into the house closing the door.

Willow

I was sad to see Wendy leave, but I was even more sad about how she was when she left. She thinks that I’m just part of her imagination, that I’m just a cooping mechanism to deal with what happened. when I slipped off of the rocks and fell off the sixty foot cliff into sharp rocks in the ocean waves, Wendy was devastated, and I couldn’t let her suffer, so I stayed behind and helped her feel better. Whenever she’s down or needs someone to help her with something, I come and make her feel better and help her, but I can’t tell her that I’m real because I don’t want to ruin her life. When I died she felt like it was her fault, and she became clingy to things that were mine, and would barely talk or see anyone, I don’t want that to become her whole life if she finds out I’m real, so I only show up when she needs me and I just play games with her and try to help her. No one but Wendy can see me, but for some reason if someone see’s her, and were playing together, I disappear and she can’t see me either. Only she can see me and she needs to be alone. I miss her and I want to tell her I’m real, but I can’t, but more than anything, I wish I could always make her happy, if only I was alive and wasn’t as careless.

(March Madness #2)

April 17, 2070

I don’t know why I’m writing in this, the world is over and it’s not like anyone will find this journal and decide to read it. Most likely, whoever finds this will burn it for kindling to keep warm in the winter, so it won’t really matter if I document my life, but there’s a tiny part of me hoping that humanity can get through this post apocalyptic world, and maybe things can go back to the way they were. Everyone not living in fear that they’ll be eaten alive if they make too much noise, the world where you could just trade pieces of green paper for food or drink, and you don’t have to carry a weapon on you everywhere you go. That time seems like a blur to me, they feel like they were lifetimes ago, but it doesn’t matter right now. You probably don’t know if this post apocalyptic world was real if you’re reading this in the future, so I’ll start with how the world spiraled down into the hellhole that it is. I don’t know how it happened exactly, I was an animator before the “plague” (that’s what people call the beginning of the apocalypse), it began around August or October of 2065. These strange things started to happen around the world, it was like a sickness that had strange side effects. Like strange in the way that it made you absent minded, more hungry, and would speed up your metabolism so you would want to eat more, some people went to such extreme lengths that they would eat the first thing they saw. There was a story on the news about how one person caught a fish, and ate it raw, bone and all, but no one paid any attention to those things because to us it just sounded like weird stories about how crazy some people are. If only we knew that this was an actual disease and not just strange occurrences, and that this disease would help destroy the world. More of those strange stories started to appear everywhere, soon it became so big that people started to wonder if these really were just strange occurrences. Some scientists took some tests and discovered that it was a weird disease, they worked on a cure for it, but the disease would evolve and completely change. Making it impossible to invent a cure for it, people were a bit disturbed by this, so countries started to close down their airports and docks. They even started to move the infected people into neighborhoods (they looked like WWII ghettos Germany used to lock up Jews) to stop more infection. Seems a bit cruel, but this thing was very contagious, and it infected so many people that there were only a few people left who weren’t infected, making the economy slow down so there was barely any money to afford proper doctors and medicine, so the government went to drastic measures. About a year after the disease started, it infected almost the entire world. But that was just the beginning. Remember how I said earlier that the disease would evolve like crazy and completely change, well it evolved like crazy all of a sudden, and it made the people infected go crazy, it made them see things, it made them feel weak and hungry, then it would shut down the person’s organs, killing them. They would die, but they would come back, and they seemed to act on primal instinct. They would eat, anything that was alive, they would go towards any loud sound they heard, and they would chase whatever was running away from them. No one knows how the disease does this, but I think it reactivates the animal part of the brain, the one that says eat eat, and since the person dies delirious and hungry, the primal part of their brain thinks I’m hungry so I need to eat something, anything. They don’t seem to feel pain, and they don’t care if they get hurt, all they care about is eating, but since only a part of their brain is active and nothing else, their body starts to rot, even their brain, but it still doesn’t affect them. So of course people decided to call them zombies. And just like a classic zombie movie, the disease brings back any person that’s dead no matter how long they’ve been rotting in a cemetery, so I assume that the disease slows the decay of dead things since the zombies can last for so long. They don’t seem to need oxygen, so I assume that their nerves are active, but since they can’t feel pain I assume that somehow the zombies nerves tell the muscles to move even though there’s no oxygen but since they don’t seem to feel pain, it must give them some sort of congenital insensitivity to pain (otherwise known as CIP), which is a rare disorder that people can be born with making them not able to feel physical pain. So when the zombies die I assume they somehow get a weird form of CIP, and their nerves force the muscles to move even though they can’t get oxygen because their heart and lungs aren’t working. Oh wait sorry I got off onto a tangent, I’ve always been fascinated by how the zombies are able to move even though they need to breathe oxygen, and they need to have a heart and lungs to get oxygen to their muscles, and people have tested on zombies, and their lungs don’t move somehow, and when they breathe out, instead of breathing out carbon dioxide like what a normal person does, it’s still oxygen. So they don’t use the oxygen at all, except to make groaning sounds. Aaaaaand I just went off on another tangent, ok so when people started to turn into zombies, and since uninfected kept the infected people in tiny neighborhoods, it was like a bomb of zombies went off all over the world, and no one could stop the huge hordes, but the worst part was that not all of the infected turned into zombies, some would become animal like creatures and they were way more dangerous than regular zombies. Then animals started to get infected and would mutate into horrible creatures, but we mostly worry about the zombies because they’re everywhere, but the zombies are all different. There’re slow zombies that can only walk, there’s ones that can run, ones that have claws and can climb up walls, and that’s not all of them. But this journal log is getting a bit too long, so anyway to keep it simple, my name is Jackson Veerdon, and I’ve been a lone survivor for about two years and 3 months.

I don’t know what to write, my mind is just drawing a blank, so I guess I’ll just talk about what everyone else is talking about. Being trapped at home and having nothing to do.

You’d think that I’d be able to think of a story to write since I have nothing else to do, but surprisingly I don’t. So how are you guys doing during this quarantine. I’d say I’m doing fine, but as of right now I’m just bored and don’t know what to do, so I’m sitting in my room writing this because I don’t know what else to do. It really annoys me that I can’t think of a story to write about, because I want to write a story that I like, but I can’t, my mind’s just blank. hopefully that will change soon. . . Right now I’m just looking around my room, looking for something to write about, and digging through my thoughts trying to find something to write about, but nothing’s coming to me. . . Oh wait I know, I can write about me trying to think what I should write about.

I stood there waiting.

It was pouring like the heavens were crying with me.

Wondering where he was.

He always comes here at the same time everyday.

I would know because we’re both very punctual.

So why isn’t he here?

Was something wrong, did he get into an accident.

Everyday he would meet me here and give me a ride to work.

We would chat the entire way.

We’re great friends.

We know everything about one another.

We see each other everyday at the same time at the same place.

So why wasn’t he here?

I was about to call to see if everything was alright, when I heard the whirring of his engine as he turned the corner.

His vehicle was the same as always.

Taller than a truck and shaped like a rectangle.

He stopped right in front of me and used the knob right next to his seat to open the door.

“Sorry I’m late, there was an accident on the road,” he said.

“Well I’m just glad you weren’t in the accident,” I replied closing my umbrella and stepping into his vehicle.

And when the last person stepped into the vehicle he closed the doors and we chatted the entire way to the next bus stop.