Blind-The Short Short Story Challenge

A personal creation for story writers everywhere. Pick an object closest to your right, and write a short story on it, no less than 200 words (hard to curb your imagination, I know.) You can write any type of story, as long as the object features in it and tag someone if you want (link their blog too). Get writing!

Object: Football

Story: Blind 

Adrenaline was pumping through me as I ran the length of the field, the football in my control. The crowd is cheering my name, the name of my team, and the scorned few are cheering the opposition on.  Today is my moment. That moment I lead my team to its first victory in years by kicking the final goal. I swerve around my attackers and navigate around the waiting defense. My heartbeat audible in my ears, I kick, without giving a second glance and it soars into the goal. My team screams with joy as I’m hoisted onto their shoulders and the audience is going wild. I’m crying tears of joy and then...

I wake up to darkness. This is not new to me; it is only something I see every day. No, I’m not part of a football team or a football fan or anything like it. Or have been. Or will ever be. The absence of light, of colour, of anything, in my life is not new to me.

I’m the only one with any memory of the world. But I have been made blind to it.

It's inspired by the Maze Runner trilogy and The Giver.

Tagged: Rutvi and Preetha

How many psychiatrists does it take to change a light bulb? (Dad's favourite joke)

One, but it depends on whether the light bulb wants to change.

See you whenever.

Procrastination, great decision and a few sad events

I have a paper and a couple of worksheets due in 12 hours and I'm blogging.
Hells yeah! It seems that I can only write when I have a deadline on my head.
I love, love, love to read (Really? You say as you flip through my book related posts) and I really like Astronomy too.
We have a club system in our school where we can only pick 1. I have solidly picked astronomy through my club years, but this year I picked Book club. I'm one of 3 kids and I can say this with only attending 3 classes that I love it.
I do miss going to overnights and doing cool projects (like projectors and human solar systems) but it's amazing sitting with a bunch of like minded people and an amazing teacher and talking about good books.
On sad news, Thursday was our French teacher's last day. I (a rare cryer) was weeping as she came for her last class and started talking about her memories.
She was that one teacher who made our shy class start speaking French, so well, that most of us can transition into slow French to bitch about someone.
She brought us cake and we sang her favourite song (Vous le copains). We also had a HUGE card and a long letter.
She was an epic teacher. Instead of doing paperwork, she made us sing French songs, watch Lion King in French and film a video on ANYTHING. We made one on school behavior, secretly filming in class. I mean which teacher does that? Everyone was so upset, we didn't even talk to non-Frenchies.
Have you guys read the Giver by Lois Lowry? It's my absolute favourites, the kind I reread almost every night. I love talking about whenever I can.
It's going to become a movie. And by God, the trailer is HORRENDOUS. It's worse that the Percy Jackson trailer. I feel like crying and I'm so conflicted on whether I want to watch it.
I read Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell. It's really good. Every fangirl should read it and relate.
I opened this with a story idea that slipped out of my mind. It'll come back, they always do.
I used to be a doctor, but then I lost patients (patience)
See you whenever

I really wish I had something interesting to write, but I don't.

Hello again, those people who actually read this blog that I keep and DON'T hate it.
I'm 3 days in my sophomore year, and so far, it's pretty boring. I've had the exact same teachers and no course changes, so it's pretty much stable (read: dull).
I'm back from my vacation of doing exactly nothing except roll about and binge watch Criminal Minds, which I have finally caught up on.
I got my 9th grade GPA's and my national standardized test scores (I really don't want to brag, but I topped both-yes, I'm a smart kid, deal with it.)
I started a new tumbelog on Criminal Minds which you can see here.

I had a micro-revelation on the way back. I was fiddling with a pair of Chinese handcuffs, fruitlessly struggling to get my fingers out, when I realized how much it's like life (wow, clichéd much?). If you don't know how to get out of a Chinese handcuff, you shouldn't struggle, you should completely relax. And to get through problems, instead of struggling and getting restless about conquering it, we should remain calm.

In that time, I also got the handcuffs off.
I completely forgot about this!
This amazing thing has happened, and it is not all over the news! Why ever not? Spread the word guys.
(Yes, you'll have to read the link to know what the amazing thing is, but it is 100% worth your time, no matter how busy you are. No, I'm not telling what it is)
Yes, what you are reading is real. Amazing, isn't it?
I'm running out of stuff that happened to me, or stuff that i could write about because it's been an uneventful (but relaxing) couple of weeks.
For other Astronomy geeks, my Astronomy club is going for a Messier Marathon in a few days. Hopefully there is coffee, because last time there was an overnight, I feel asleep halfway. If not, I'm totally bringing a thermos of fudge coffee
What are fudge coffees you ask? Well, they're just coffee (instant) with a spoonful of chocolate fudge cake mix mixed in. It gives you so much energy (with a sugar crash ensuing). This is the only reason I get cake mix though.
One more thing, I have to take my decision on picking IB for my junior year with History, Geography and French (HL) and Chemistry/Biology, English (SL) and Math Studies. Any opinions guys?

As the farmer passed by a gorgeous woman, he did everything to tractor attention

See you whenever.