When Things Go Wrong

When things go wrong, one after the other,

I start to wonder, why I bother.

But then, I remember the reason why,

Without the bad, good’s hard to spy.

The Hardest Game of ‘Would you Rather’ – Book Tag

I got the idea for this post off Lizzy here is her post and you should check out her blog here.

1) Would you  rather… Drop your favourite book into the toilet OR watch it fall into a wood chipper?

Toilet I suppose since it could survive. However it is unlikely because it is pretty small.

 2) Would you rather… read only 1 book a year but remember everything OR read 100 books a year but remember nothing?

Probably one although this is super tough. If I don’t remember anything there really isn’t much point.

3) Would you rather… Read only the first page of a book OR read only the last page of a book?

First pages are often the best.

4) Would you rather get locked in a library OR get locked in a bookstore?

The library because it is one of my favourite places to go.5) Would you rather… Drop your book in a lake OR accidentally set it on fire?

If I set it on fire I could put it out before any real damage was done.

6) Would you rather… Read a book with a cliffhanger ending OR read a book with a heartbreaking ending?

I hate both but a cliff hanger as long as there was another book to come.

 7) Would you rather… Have the book’s ending spoiled OR never know what happens

The books ending spoiled. I don’t like spoilers but I hate not knowing even more.

 8) Would you rather… read only one genre forever OR never repeat the same genre after reading it once?

The same genre otherwise I would run out of books very fast unless they came up with more genres.9) Would you rather… Read a book where the main character is killed off OR read a book where the love interest is killed off?

Kill off the love interest preferably but killing the main character could be interesting.

10) Would you rather… Read a book that’s missing the middle chapter OR read a book that’s missing the first and last chapters?

Middle but I hate reading incomplete books.

11) Would you rather… love a book everyone hates OR hate a book everyone loves

Love a book everyone hates. Less people will have read it so less people will spoil it for you.

12) Would you rather… loan a book to a friend who’s known to ruin books OR drop a book in a pit of snakes?

Drop it in a pit of snakes they are not guaranteed to destroy it.

13) Would you rather…. Be stuck on a deserted island without a book OR be stuck in a library full of books in a language you can’t read

Library I could always learn the language.

14) Would you rather… Bring only 1 book on a 12 hour flight OR bring an e-reader with only 10% left on a 4 hour flight?

One book. I could always start over if I finish it.

15) Would you rather… Find out your best friend hates your favourite book OR share a favourite book with your worst enemy?

Well my best friend doesn’t like my favourite book and that’s fine.

I tag anyone who feels like doing this tag. However don’t link back to me link back to the lovely lady who started it.

What If?

What if I quit?

Threw a fit.

Had a day off.

Would it take off.

Would I give up,

Or is it enough,

To remember why,

My fingers fly,

Across the keys,

Expressing these,

Thoughts of mine,

In an untidy line,

Waking Up With Wings (Exergesis)

Waking Up With Wings is a story about something I used to dream about a lot. It is about flying and about falling. I used to dream and daydream about flying and I used to dream about falling and still do regularly. I never actually dreamt about having wings or wished for wings. Although if that was a way I would be able to fly that I would have gone for it. I usually imagined flying being able to swim in the air, or float.

It didn’t occur to me that flying might be dangerous when I was little. However as I got older I started to think of problems associated with the ability to fly. People would see me and I would get lots of unwanted attention. Or if everyone could suddenly fly they sky would become crowded. More recently I worried about the physical dangers such as wind, injury and death.

When I was in primary school. I had a dream I could fly and at school the next day, I tried and tried to fly. I even jumped off things. I thought if I could believe hard enough it would work. I didn’t jump off anything much more than a meter off the ground fortunately. I may have believed I could fly, I just didn’t trust that it would work every time and I was too scared. Not such a bad thing really

It’s funny that me, someone who is scared of heights would want to fly. Maybe I want to be able to fly so I will no longer have to fear heights.

Waking Up With Wings (Short Story)

My alarm went off. I sent a hand out from the warm tangle of my sheets, across my desk to silence it. Then pulled it back in. Something felt wrong. There was extra weight on my back and my shoulders felt like they were being twisted. There was something tickling my skin under my t-shirt.

I groaned and sat up turning on my lamp. I reached around and scratched my back. That’s when I realised there were feathers and wings folded neatly under my t-shirt. My first thought was this is a cool dream. I got up and turned on the light.

I pulled the t-shirt over my head. Then I spread my wings. Controlling them was just as instinctive as moving my arms. I opened my cupboard door and my reflection stared back at me, framed by wings the same brown as my hair.

Cutting holes in the back of another t-shirt I pulled it on and managed to get the wings through without too much difficulty. The house was silent no one else was up yet, it was Saturday morning. I’d forgotten to turn my alarm off for the weekend. I slipped into the back yard.

I flapped my wings experimentally. Nothing happened, I tried again, harder. My toes left the ground. I took a run up and launched myself into the air. I was flying. I laughed this couldn’t be a dream it was too real. The cold air against my skin. The feeling of my beating wings.

I was getting higher with every stroke. I looked down the view was amazing. I had no intention of stopping but I was getting tired. Then an air current took me and I glided effortlessly. I floated, regaining my breath, only having to flap occasionally.

I looked down again, I had no idea where I was anymore. The wind was picking up. Suddenly I just wanted to go home. I tried to drop down but a huge gust of wind took me and swept me up. It was getting hard to breath. Then I blacked out.

I came to again plummeting towards the ground. I flapped desperately but it was no use I crashed into the ground and passed out again.

I opened my eyes, and was confronted with white. My head and arm were sore. I tried to sit up but was pushed gently but firmly back. I could still feel my wings under me. I looked around. I was in a hospital surrounded by curious faces, I didn’t recognise anyone.

Then a police officer arrived and shoed everyone out except one doctor. Then she turned to me.

‘What’s your name,’ she asked.

‘Felicity Windson,’ I said.

I could see she was dying to ask about the wings but was too polite to say anything just yet. I wished I had the answers. I also wished I could just go home but right now that seemed like it wouldn’t be happening for a while.

This is a fictional short story. Here is the exegesis.

I’m Back

I know it’s been a little over three weeks that I haven’t posted and in that time a lot happened.

I had four assignments due in the last week. It feels so good not to have to worry about them any more. Hopefully I wont have to do group work again next trimester.

I’m also doing extra umpiring which means I am umpiring three days a week now. I’m also doing a tournament this Sunday which is a bonus. Also while I’m on the subject of netball we won our second Tuesday game last night. It was really exciting we came back literally in the last minute of the game.

It was also my best friends birthday recently. I made her lasagne and am going to surprise her with something soon because we both didn’t have time right near her Birthday. I can’t say what it is here because she might be reading this. Hi if you are 🙂

Any way I think that’s all for now. I should be back to my daily schedule.