Sunday, October 15, 2017

13

Happy Sunday!

Oh man. It's really raining where I am, which has seriously delayed my plan to decorate the house for Halloween. Nevertheless, it was kind of a big week for 13, so I figured I could talk about that.

**WARNING: THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS SPOILERS FROM SEASON 12 AND 13 OF SUPERNATURAL**

Firstly, Supernatural came back! Season 13! I've been counting down the days waiting for this show to come back since season 12 ended. Even though everyone I know (more or less) has given up with the show, I still love it. Not sure why. I think it's because I don't need an elaborate and ever-changing plot. I'm perfectly happy watching Sam and Dean saving people, hunting things; you know, the family business. T.V., for myself anyways, is more about escaping reality and taking an hour to live in someone else's shoes, to experience their problems, to go on their adventures. I suppose I'm just weird like that.
Anyways, I'm getting off track...season 13 started up right where season 12 left off, with Jack, the Nephilim, and Sam and Dean emotionally traumatized after losing everyone they loved except each other...again. I'm not seriously worried about it, because I'm 99% sure that all the fan favourites will come back, like Castiel and Crowley. After finishing the episode, I can honestly say that I'm more pumped for season 13 than I have been since Castiel came into the picture. I'm really hoping that Sam and Dean get to learn how to be good uncles by having to raise Jack. "Uncles? Why not dads?" Someone may or may not be saying. Personally, I'm kind of hoping that Castiel comes back and becomes the father figure for Jack, especially since his real father is literally Satan. I know that they burned Cas' body, but as anyone who is familiar with the show knows, death is not a thing. The main characters always come back to life.
Also in Supernatural news, season 13 is going to have a crossover episode with Scooby-Doo, which I am incredibly excited for. I grew up in the 1969 animated series, and I still watch some of my favourite episodes and movies around Halloween, so I can't wait for this episode to air. There may or may not be another post about it in the future.

Moving on from Supernatural, there is one other significant 13 that happened this week.
It was Friday the 13th.
I don't know if many people are superstitious about Friday the 13th anymore, but I wasn't really worried about it until after the fact. Apparently I was incredibly forgetful, as I forgot to go to a meeting I had scheduled and I forgot to hand in things that were due. Now whether or not that was from the unluckiness of it being Friday the 13th or just because it was Friday and it had been an exhausting week, I couldn't tell you. The next Friday the 13th is in April, so I guess I'll have to wait and see if I get hit with more bad luck or if it was just a one time thing.

I think that's all from me for now. I'm hoping next week will be more of a picture post, but we'll see.

Until next time,

Mac

Sunday, October 8, 2017

The Basement

Happy Sunday!

So I thought I'd do a short story this week.


The Basement

Dark. Then light. A bright, blinding light. A yellow-tinted fluorescent light.
Cold. Mixed with warm. Something sticky. This is where you find yourself, alone and afraid. You face pressed against a cold tile floor, fluorescent lights shining mercilessly from the ceiling, a sticky substance coming from your temple. You breath. In. Out. Pain, comes in a sudden short burst. Again. In. Out. Pain. A voice in your head seems to come out of the pain. “Up” it says. “Sit up.” So you do. Or, rather, you try to. You push yourself up, grunting. Your vision swims black. In. Out. Pain. You blink, and blink, and blink, and blink, willing your vision to clear. When it does you look around, trying to your bearings. In. Out Pain. Where are you? In. Out. Pain. The fluorescent lights, the clean tile floor, the chill in the air. You're in a basement. Something new suddenly washes over you, not pain exactly, something else. Something that buzzes through your body, taking over every fiber of your being. Fear. Pure, untainted fear. The realization hits you like a tidal wave hitting a coastal city. This is not your basement.

THE END

Hope you enjoyed!

Until next time,

Kenz

Sunday, October 1, 2017

Spooky Month | 2017

Happy Sunday!


It's October, and that means that it's now socially acceptable to talk about my favourite holiday, Halloween!
I love everything about Halloween, from the costumes, to the candy, to the horror vibe, it's really just the best.
Last year I tried to stretch Halloween into a month long event by starting Spooky Month, where I basically only talk Halloween for a month straight. It's pretty rad.
So stick around, because Spooky Month 2017 is guaranteed to top last years, with not one, but 2 different costumes, a bone chilling short story, and a ton of other stuff that will all be relieved in good time.

Until next time,

Mac

Sunday, September 24, 2017

Writer's Block, Writing Contests & Game Plans

Happy Sunday!

Confession time, I haven't been writing nearly as much as I normally do. I've always loved to write when I had some free time, but lately whenever I open up a blank word document I find myself drawing a blank.
Even getting through this post is taking a lot more time than usual. Why is that? Has school finally killed the last of my creativity? Is it all my Netflix binge-watching turning my brain to mush? Have I just lost the drive I once had to create?

It's probably (hopefully) just one of my many foes: writer's block. I get writer's block a lot, especially when I feel pressure to write something on a specific topic, or when I have something due in a certain time frame. One thing I wanted to try and do this year was enter a bunch of writing contests (links below) in order to try and get my work in print, but I'm realizing now that trying to fit into some of the required themes and word counts, not to mention getting it done and edited on time, would've been a nearly impossible nightmare. So I'm dropping a lot of contests I planned on participating in and hopefully, the stories will start coming to me again.
I'm going to try and do one contest in before November, when the chaos that is Nanowrimo starts, but that's pretty much it for published works. I'll try to continue writing, but I'm not sure if I'll do anything that I'll want to share with the world. Other than that I'm going to try and get one (maybe two) cosplays up here during fall. I've already got some ideas, just got to develop them. Count on a university update coming your way soon too.

So that's all from me for now.

Until next time,

Sam

Writing Contests

Futurescapes
NUHA
Young Writers Awards - Bennington College
One Teen Story
Teen Ink

Sunday, September 17, 2017

The Soul Trade

Happy Sunday!

I'd thought I'd do short story.

I always knew that I'd only live 'til 20. It was an unfortunate fact of life, but it's a necessary sacrifice.
My mother was supposed to die the day I was born. I was a difficult pregnancy and the medical attention she needed just wasn't available in our small village. It was just too far away and too expensive. But my father wouldn't have it. He had heard whispers, legends of people who had souled their souls to save the people they loved. That's what he did. He sold his soul so that my mother could happily live out the rest of her life without fear of pain, illness or disease. The demon he has sold his soul to have given him 10 years. 10 years with his wife and daughter before he was collected and taken to God-knows-where.
I was never supposed to find out. I was just supposed to wake up and find him gone. That's what he intended. He even left a note. But I was young, and it was a stormy night; the thunder had kept me awake. I watched him sneak out of the house. I followed him to the crossroads. I saw a man appear out of thin air, dressed in a suit, like the rich city-folk would wear. I watched my father walk towards him. For the first time in my life, I watched my father cry.
"Daddy?" I called to him. He turned around, I ran to him, even as he yelled for me to stay back. I held his hand and looked skeptically at the suit-man.
"And who might you be?" He asked.
"And who might you be?" I mimicked. He had a strange accent.
He looked up at my father.
"A funny one, isn't she." My father barely nodded.
"What's going on?" I asked, still confused. "Daddy, who is he?"
My father knelt down beside me and placed his hands on my shoulders.
"Pumpkin, I need you to listen to me, ok. Daddy has to go away now, and - and he's not going to come back. But it's not your fault. Do you understand me? None of this was ever your fault. You and your mother were the best things that ever happened to me, and I need you to look after her for me when I'm gone. Can you promise that for me?" I shook my head, took a step back.
"Why are you going?" I asked as tears filled my eyes.
"Because I want you and Mommy to have a safe life."
"But my life isn't going to be good without you."
"Look," said the suit man. "This is all very touching, but I've got a lot to do, so can we get a move on?"
"Wait. You can't take my dad. He's mine." I argued.
"Look kid, unless you want to trade places with dear ol' dad, this is how it's going to be."
"NO!" Screamed my dad as I nodded.
"Ok." I said.
"NO! PLEASE! YOU CAN'T DO THIS!" Dad begged.
"It's the kid's decision." The suit man said. "But I'm not an unreasonable man, I'll give her 10 years, same as you, and then I'll come back."
My father continued to try and fight him so the suit man made my dad be quiet, like Ursula did to Ariel in The Little Mermaid. I had to write my name down on a paper. Then, the suit man was gone. My father took me home. I slept in my parents room that night.

I was 10 years old. I had no idea then that I had just signed away my life after 10 years. I was never going to get old, get married, have children. It was all gone.

I haven't seen the demon since, but I've spent the last 9 years learning all I can about them. It's hard, there isn't much you can find in a small town, but the internet has made it a bit easier. I have to bus to the library, which is about 2 hours away, but the knowledge is worth it. I want to be ready for when the bastard comes back.

Today, like most days, I walk home from work alone and in the dark on the main village road. There's a slight chill in the air, making me wish I'd brought a sweater. I pause at the intersection. I have 198 days left to live. It doesn't seem like enough time. I turn to keep walking when I hear footsteps. I whip around. Suit man stands in the middle of the crossroad.
"What are you doing here?"
"Little girl." He greets. "Not so little anymore I see."
"I still have time." I say. A thousand thoughts run through me.
"About that..." he tosses me the contracted I signed. "Go on, rip it up." I raise an eyebrow.
"What's the catch?"
"The catch, my dear. Is that I need a favour."



I think I'm going to try and continue this later, but for now it's a good start.

Until next time,

Kenz

Sunday, September 10, 2017

My Plan to Follow My Passions

Happy Sunday!


I know I just kind of disappeared for the summer, that's because I'd decided to take a small break from the internet. I needed the time off, and I needed to work out a new schedule to be able to do everything I wanted to do within the span of the few hours of free time I got everyday.

It's weird, because this is pretty much the last year of life as I've known it. For those unaware, I'm in 12th grade (a senior) so this is my last year before university, and it means that I need to think about life A LOT. What I want to do, who I want to be, how I'm going to afford it, etc. There are all of these hobbies that I want to get good at before I go away (because apparently bringing all 3 of my guitars to uni isn't an option) and I feel as if I am quickly running out of time to improve these skills.
So this year I made a plan, that I 100% intend to stick to. I'm going to spend time on different things on different days to try and master everything. For example, I'm going to cook a meal for myself and the family at least once a week, and a new recipe every time. I'm going to work out a schedule for practicing guitar and ukelele. I'm going to designate some time every week to reading, writing, driving, blogging, and (hopefully) vlogging. I want to try and spend more time on cosplays, and photography; just because I only go to one convention every year, it doesn't mean I have limit myself to one cosplay a year.

Why am I telling you this?

It's a fair question. I'm really hopping that in putting this out into the world I will feel obligated to follow it, and in turn, follow my passions. I really want this to work. I want to find things in life that I love doing and stick with them.

It's going to be an interesting year for me. I'm the oldest of my siblings, so this is the first time my parents are going through this. Is it going to be easy? I doubt it. Am I going to question my choices? Unquestionably. Am I going to get through this? We'll see.

This year's going to be a bit different in terms of what goes into this blog. I'm going to try and do a post at least once a month about my university progress, just to keep you all informed, and I'm hoping that there will be quite a few more cosplay post than there were in previous years. Basically, we'll all just have to wait and see what happens.

Until next time,

Sam Mackenzie

Sunday, June 4, 2017

Terrorism: A Topic I Never Thought I'd Write About

Happy Sunday,

I've always tried my best to stay out of politics, away from touchy world news, or really, any news in general. Not because I never have an opinion, but because I don't want to upset people with my opinion, or worse, getting into a pointless comment section argument with someone who doesn't agree with my views.
That said, I felt like this was something I had to talk about.

The United Kingdom was always a place I wanted to live, or at least visit. It seemed like a better Disney World, with more Doctor Who. It's home to some of my favourite celebrities, both internet and traditional. I have friends and family there.
I never thought this would be something I'd witness in my lifetime. I never thought this kind of thing could happen in the U.K., especially England. Any other country, with the exception of my own, wouldn't have shocked me nearly as much. I mean, this is England, the place where the Royal Family lives, I didn't think anything bad could ever happen there.
And then a car mowed down pedestrians on Westminster Bridge, killing 5 people, and leaving 40 more injured.
And I was shocked when I found out, but only for a little while. Unfortunately, this is the kind of world I'm growing up in, and with a hashtag already in effect, I felt that the world was already rebuilding after this terror.
I didn't think much about terror in England after that point, after all, I had school and work to worry about.
When the attack on Manchester Arena happened, I was shocked. Maybe it was because I felt more connected to it. I know who Ariana Grande is, I know a few of her songs, and I know some people that are really big fans of hers. When I got the notification on my phone, just a couple hours after the attack, I immediately informed my parents and turned on the news. Nothing else seemed important. I followed the story until I couldn't stay awake any longer, then spent the first 20 minutes of the next morning getting caught up on anything and everything that happened since. I couldn't believe it. It wasn't just numbers, it was people, kids, and I just couldn't really comprehend it. Even looking at the images, it didn't really click how real it was until a day later. I continued to follow the story as much as I could. I talked about it after everyone else had moved on. For whatever reason, I couldn't, not yet.
It felt like we were living in a different universe. A dystopia, or sci-fi or something of the sort. Some universe where there were good guys trying to save the world, and bad guys trying to take it over or destroy it. I questioned a lot of things. How did we get here? How to we get out? How do we fix this? I was pretty much willing to do whatever it took to get us back into our universe, where the scariest stories were about global warming and politics, where war and death and terrorism wasn't something we saw often. But this is our universe, and we have to show people that we won't stand for any of this evil.
Last night, there was another two attacks. Less than two weeks after the Manchester Arena bombing. These attacks happened at the London Bridge and Borough Market. It was another late night of following everything, making sure everyone I knew was okay, trying to figure out how this had happened. I'm still not sure, to be honest. But I'm trying to gather all the information I can, trying to put the pieces together. It's hard. It's shocking. It's heartbreaking. It's something I never thought I'd witness. I'm sorry to all those affected. I understand that some random person's sorry isn't going to make a big impact, but I offer it to you anyways. I also offer my thanks to all of the emergency workers who risked their lives helping people, who jumped in with no second thoughts. You are the heroes of this story.
These are crazy times we're living in. I hope they will get better, but I also realize that things may get worse before they get better. I'm not quite sure what to say, what advice to give to people afraid, people grieving, people losing hope. I'm sure I could stick up tons of inspirational quotes, but I'm not sure it would make a difference. Things will get better, but we have to make them better. I believe in magic, but I don't think that this will be magically fixed. This is just one of those things that we, every citizen on this planet, will have to continue to fight for. Peace is worth it. Love is worth it. We have to be strong, and we need to be the strength others need when they are feeling weak. This isn't going to be easy. But I truly believe that it is necessary. Be brave, stay alert. Know when to call for help. Know that there are always people there for you willing to help you in this fight for love, and justice and peace. We can't be divided. It's so much easier to just turn on each other, I know, but we just can't. Because we can't let them win. And I for one, would love to never have to explain the deaths of innocent people to my children. We need to show all of the terrorists and blood-thirsty people that love will always win.

Please stay safe.

Love,

Sam Mackenzie