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.

Is it really worth it?

I'm writing this on a Word Document which I shall later copy onto my blog due to my promise.
My exams are halfway through. Yay!
I finished the LBD side projects. Yay!
I joined ballet class (a proper one, finally). Yay!
Now after proclaiming these mini achievements of mine, back to topic
Now I scribe. For those who don't know what that means (aka most of you), I help kids a few grades above me, who can't write due to whatever reason, write. They dictate the answer to me, and I transcribe it. My scribee is dyslexic, so I help her out.
Scribing helps boost my co-curricular grades, helps boost my applications and gives me an idea into what I could do in grades above.
Now, scribing for a person, just a grade over you, means that ALL their exams overlap with ALL your exams which means either one of us has to have different dates for exams.
Now last to last year, my exams were a day later than hers (we have a 1 day gap between each exam. During this gap,  I had my exams)
Now this is was great for me. I used to get the papers of the kids who gave their papers on the actual date, and as ours had very little change, it was essentially the same questions. Which meant practically straight A's throughout.
Last year, there was a change. Her exams were changed to fall on the alternate days. Which meant that I gave my papers on the same day as everyone else. Also I reached high school last year, which meant loads more work and a lot more exam course. Due to scribing, I wasted more than half a day ( I came home at 1:30) just writing something I didn't get. It gave me headaches and really late nights. In fact, today was a day I had to scribe, and I spent at lot of time doing nothing as she thought of answers, which is why this midschool crisis struck me.
So I want your opinion. I feel it really helps with my applications (as I've mentioned before, I'm really bad at athletics of any sort, so this really boosts up my grades and my applications) and gives me an idea into what the next grades papers could be, but then again, it really stresses me out
What do you think? Should I continue doing this?

To quote Little Mix (who's new album is surprisingly good)

What would you do? What would you say?

How does it feel to pretend it's OK?

My eyes deceive me, but it's still the same

Pretend it's OK.

In a lot of cases of things-that-aren't-really-necessary-but-I-still-do-it, I question this. Why should I get straight A's in subjects I'm not planning on pursuing? Why do I play basketball even though I hate doing it? Why do I make my bed everyday if I'm going to crumple it anyway (every teenager's question)
In other news, my dad is now sending me his selfies. Yup.

*UPDATE: I wrote this on 14th March FYI. I forgot I had written it, so apologies for the late post.

Why should you never crack chemistry jokes?
Because the good ones argon.

See you whenever.

Writing. A lot of it.

First things first. Rutvi, here, reblogged this thing called describe me like an author would and I did it for her. I quite liked it, so I'm sharing it.If you've seen Rutvi or you are Rutvi (hi!), tell me what you think.
"She was constantly happy, you could see she found little things made her happy. Her thick night black hair was firmly secured backwards and her bouncy nature dared it to fall. Her glasses perched on her nose brightened her sparkling brown eyes, deeply set in her tan skin. Her deep voice contained so much emotion, it wasn't possible for it to express more. Her fingers had pen stains, like a  writer who has been driven to the brink of madness and can’t stop writing. Her laugh bounced across walls as it hit the ear of everyone and made them smile and laugh."
I have also gone on a His Dark Materials spree.
No other book has explored such metaphysical topics so accurately, so succinctly and so...simply. Who would've thought that it could happen in a children's book? It is a beautiful book. Please read it.
Next, a poem

It looks impossible,
Too hard to break through.
Can't walk through it
Can't get through

But there is something worth saving
Worth saving on the other side
So don't you think, however hard it is
It's worth a try

Slice through, you will pass
Get through to a new world
With things you've never seen
And new ideas unfurled

With their creations, and their life
Somehow you fit in
You are different, you are "weird"

But now, you are them

At the back of your mind rests
There may be danger

What you need to do

Look through a mirror

And you shall see through

But won't you fight through

Dear, dear Mary

Atal is here for you.

Oh, the Amber Spyglass, why do you do this to me? Anyway guys, hope you liked it. I'm going on vacation now, so I shall see you early April, as a what? As a Sophomore!
What do you call a nosy pepper?

Jalapeno business! 

See you whenever

Epic Saga time!

Okay, not an epic saga, but the longest song I've ever written. It's almost full length and revolves around a reference. I can't choose between The Rhythm of my Life, Beating, or Back of my Head as a a title though.
Also the first line is sung in the same way it is sung in Of The Night by Bastille.
I really like this, so it's copyrighted too. By me. Okay?

It is the rhythm of my life

But it isn't constant

No, no, no, no

No, no, no, no 

Sometimes it's crazier

Louder than ever

Sometimes it's slow

Soft and slow

Sometimes it's dark and dreary and dull and gloomy

And oh so melancholy

Sometimes it's bright and happy, all sunshine and smiley

But sometimes I feel so sorry

And there's a drum beat

In the background

It's no more than four

And when it's loud or crazy

Or soft or lazy

It's there

Beating, beating,beating

At the back of my head

Oh woah oh, oh woah oh oh oh oh

It's beating, beating, beating

At the back of my head

And it keeps me grounded

Keeps my strong

(At the back of my head)

It keeps me going

Walking and strong

(At the back of my head)

It brings me out of 

The darkness inside 

(At the back of my head)

It always asks me 

Why do you hide?

*epic Take Your Time Coming Home type guitar solo*

It is the rhythm of my life 

But no, it isn't constant

And it is the rhythm of my life

And it'll play wherever it goes.

Why has no one heard of the Mexican Mafia?

Because it's Nacho business

See you whenever.

LBD, not able to focus,viewership and sudden outbursts of I really don't want to be with you

Finals week is upon me, and what do I do?

I blog. Typical procrastinate-y me. Le sigh.

So, first topic, LBD.

LBD here refers to the Lizzie Bennet Diaries, not Little Black Dress as you might wonder. What else could it be?
Let's Be Dazzled?
Little Bony Dolphins?
Low Back Drawers?
I don't know, but anyway I finally finished the entire Lizzie Bennet Diaries and I'm sad.
Not because it has a sad ending *spoiler-it doesn't* but because now, I WANT A DARCY.

Thanks Lilly.

Yes, it is a modern day spin off on Pride and Prejudice and it is amazingly hilarious. Worth 7 hours of your life. It has a hundred 5 minute long episodes and it is wonderful.
Also, it is directed by Hank Green. WHAAAAT? (LBD reference)
My finals, as I said, are upon me (in 2 days actually) and I've just completed my syllabus.
Needless to say, I am FREAKING OUT.
I have found countless distractions and so many more things to do than study and I can't do anything about it and I hate it, because I hate feeling out of control of anything and that's exactly what's happening to me.
That was a good rant. Nobody reads these anyway.
Okay, now I'm serious. I'm not posting till the 18th and now that I have made a blog promise, it feels awkward to go back on it. So that's it. No more posts for a while. Keep re-reading though. And comment. I won't know whether you exist unless you read. Thanks Germany and the US for reading though. YAY!
Speaking of viewership, it's something that I want, but I don't.
Many of my friends know that I own a blog, however, none of them know the URL. They beg me for it, but really, I don't want to tell them. I know how much it would boost my viewership, but I want people to stumble upon this and like it, not because that girl at school, gave them the address. One of my best friends begged me for it today and it took me all my willpower to say no. This could be because of my TMI post that reveals stuff that people in my  tiny school would love to know. So, no, I don't want you to read my blog. If you stumble upon it or I tag you, great. If not... well, I don't know. Happy reading I guess.
I also have been really moody
I'm usually a happy, yet sarcastic, bubbly person. Yet lately, I sometimes don't feel like being with one of my best friends and prefer being with total strangers. Why? I don't know. No, before you jump to conclusions, I am not on, nor near, my period. Okay, suspecting jerk?
See what I mean? Moody. I swear, my friends probably think I've gone all Cady Heron on them. To quote Superwoman(yet again):

I know, how caring I've been of a friend. Much nice.

Anyway, this is my last post in a while. I must resume to cramming Biology and History at record speed now.

What's the difference between a piano, a tuna and a glue stick?

I don't know. What is it?

You can tuna a piano, but you can't piano a tuna!

What about the glue stick?

I knew you'd get STUCK on that one!

Ha ha, I know. Lameness overboard

See you whenever