“Switcheroo Pt. 2”: fake identity, the actual party // StayHomeWriMo Day 23

Hey loves!

I didn’t post yesterday because it was Earth Day and I was super busy ( like, SUPER busy- I’m a climate activist IRL so I went live on earthdaylive2020.org and there were like a thousand people watching and my name was next to Al Gore’s and !!)

But here’s Switcheroo Pt. 2, go read the first part first!

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“Hey, Elle!”

I step onto the sidewalk and walk in my tall boots over the grass.

“Uh- uh, hey!” I stammer, forcing a smile onto my face as I give a small wave that feels monotonous. The girl who had called out to me has shoulder-length blonde curls and is wearing a pink mesh top.

Blonde hair… blue eyes… Rebecka, I think, going through my mental database.

“Hey Rebecka!” I say with a bright smile, sauntering over to her. I use one of Elle’s signature moves: tossing my hair over my shoulder and cocking my head.

Rebecka grinned at me. So far, she hadn’t noticed anything.

“Come on, Ju and Amber and waiting for us. Apparently Sofia has mocktails for us!” Rebecka continued talking, linking her arm through mine.

As we walked into the manor, I was struck by how grand it was. Green grass lined the pathways and there was a fountain in the distance.

“Wow,” I breathed, not realizing that I said it out loud.

Rebecka gave me a strange look, but then we stepped inside the gates to the backyard and she totally forgot whatever she was going to tell me. Continue reading ““Switcheroo Pt. 2”: fake identity, the actual party // StayHomeWriMo Day 23″

“The Dream Plane”: imaginary friends and things // StayHomeWriMo Day 21

Hey everyone!

Today’s post is kind of yesterday and today? I started it yesterday but it was way too late to post it. So here goes nothing! (this is sort of like Inside Out, now that I think about it!)

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Benny stayed very still, trying not to disturb his human, Leeza.

“Shush!” Benny whispered to Goldie, who was fidgeting impatiently. “We don’t want to disturb her!”

Goldie shot him a glare but complied, flopping down on the ground. She was a dark-skinned beauty, with long golden hair and golden eyes to match. She seemed like she had walked out of a dream.

And she had. Goldie and Benny and all the other Dream Friends only existed in the Dream Plane. They were Leeza’s dreams come to life, and some of them were more influential than others. Continue reading ““The Dream Plane”: imaginary friends and things // StayHomeWriMo Day 21″

“Blizzard:” snow magic, orphanship, Elsa-ish // StayHomeWriMo Day 20

Hey y’all!

I hope everyone’s doing well! I haven’t responded to any comments in a few days (whoops) but I’ll try to get to that tomorrow, or something.

Today’s story is kind of like Frozen, and I realized that and just ~~embraced my inner Elsa~~ XD.

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The ice enveloped me completely.

Everywhere, surrounding me, there was a freezing blizzard of anger and pain and rage and everything that I felt at the moment.

I sink to my knees in the snowy ground, my legs numb to the cold seeping in through my pants.

My life would never be the same.

Just a week ago I had been happy, and everyone I loved was with me. But in the span of several hours, my whole life was dashed to the ground. Continue reading ““Blizzard:” snow magic, orphanship, Elsa-ish // StayHomeWriMo Day 20″

“Twelve Princesses”: twelve dancing princesses fairytale retelling, fantasy // StayHomeWriMo Day 19

Hey, everyone!

Sorry I didn’t post magical realism today, Beck 😦 but I’ll get it in some time this week! Today was my dad’s birthday and it was jam-packed for other reasons too, so I didn’t have much time to write.

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The gardens were beautiful, the plants and leaves a deep forest green, and the bright-colored berries hanging ripe off of the plants. Noises of distant chattering from the palace and distinct chattering from behind her hit Elisa as she scooped up a wailing five-year-old Evie in her arms, whispering soothing remarks to calm her.

“No, stop it!” Elisa heard her little sister Stella say out loud. “Luna! It’s mine!” She complained. Luna was her twin, and they were both only ten years old.

“Girls, no fighting.” Elisa chided, waving a finger. “Mama needs our help this week, so remember that we only get a little bit of time to be outside.”

Janelle rested a hand on her shoulder and said in her sweet voice, “Don’t worry, Elisa. Mama said they could play outside for longer today.” Janelle took Evie out of Elisa’s arms.  Continue reading ““Twelve Princesses”: twelve dancing princesses fairytale retelling, fantasy // StayHomeWriMo Day 19″

“Odd Girl Out”: historical fiction, the ’50s, and more // StayHomeWriMo Day 19

Hello, loves!

I hope everyone’s doing well! Today’s post is later in the day, but better late than never!!

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Prompt: The 1950s are often painted as a simple and idealistic time in American history. One income could support an entire family. Jobs were plentiful. Moms stayed home with their kids. Divorce was scandalous. Write about a protagonist who didn’t fit the mold, whose life was difficult because of the cultural and societal conventions of the time.

Virginia Phyllis was an odd girl.

Firstly, she was the only woman she knew with a first name as a last name- even her sister had changed her name as soon as she married. Teachers used to pause when they said her name and raise their eyebrows the tiniest bit.

Next, most of her friends and acquaintances didn’t know that she was mixed-race: her mother Jacqueline Hernandez was Spanish. If word got out, it could be the end of her social life.

Virginia even had a fondness for trousers instead of skirts. It was unthinkable to wear ‘men’s clothes’ in the ’50s.

Finally, Virginia hadn’t started a family. Nearly every other twenty-eight-year-old woman was married, many already with multiple kids.

Virginia was the exception.

She had married, to her credit- she married Randy Smith two years prior, though she hadn’t taken on his last name.

They’d divorced a year later and Virginia had yet to find another man.

But she was different in other ways- she’d insisted on a quality education and even fought her way into a university, where she studied law.

Now it was time to put her patience and other skills to test- in a lawn party hosted by her elder sister, Victoria Harrison.

“Virginia! My dear sister!” Vicki cooed, leaning in to kiss her sister’s cheeks. She was dressed in a green and gray plaid swing dress with a small bonnet covering her brown curls.

Virginia smiled pleasantly. “It’s wonderful to see you, Vicki. How do you do?” she asked before striding away without waiting for an answer.

Even at a lawn party, Virginia stood out. She wore long, wide red trousers that almost- almost- passed for a skirt, but not quite. Even her hair was odd. Every other fashionable woman kept it short and curled, but Virginia’s long brown hair laid flat on her back without any bonnet or headband covering it.

“If it isn’t the odd Virginia Phyllis!” Another woman in a periwinkle blue circle dress walked up and shot a feline grin at Virginia.

Virginia wished she could leave this blasted party.

“Don’t you remember me, little Ginny? It’s me, Patricia Miller, you know!”

Virginia plastered a smile on her face. “Ah, Patricia. Of course.”

Patricia laughed loudly. “Still haven’t found another husband, have you? You should know, it’s quite curious that no one else would marry you! After all, we’re the same age- yet I’ve been married to Robert since I was nineteen, you know. We have four children, you know. Bonnie Jane, Brian Earl, Beverly Ann, and Bruce Roy. They’re the light of my life, you know!”

Virginia didn’t even pretend to smile. It took all her self-control to not lash out at blasted Patricia for her thinly-veiled insults.

Patricia tsked. “What about your nieces and nephews, you know? How old are they? Don’t they make you long for your own children?”

Not if having kids will make me anything like you, with all your pesky questions, Virginia thought. But of course, she couldn’t say that.

“Oh, they’re lovely. Harold is eight, Kathryn is six, and Curtis is three. As sweet as they are, I don’t think I want children.” Virginia said before she could stop herself.

Patricia’s eyes bulged. “Really!” she said, louder than necessary. “No woman in her right mind wouldn’t want children, you know!” She really was shouting by then.

Everyone in a ten-yard radius quieted so they could hear the conversation. Virginia sighed.

“Patricia, I think I’ll excuse myself. Lovely to meet you,” Virginia said through gritted teeth. “Have a nice day.”

She strode away, only to be bombarded with a crowd of women who had overheard her conversation with Patricia.

“Virginia! What an irresponsible decision!”

“Is it true that you don’t want children?”

“But don’t you adore Vicki’s children?”

“Will you just be alone forever, then? How sad!”

Virginia pushed her way through all the Marys and Nancys and Janets shouting at her.

Suddenly, a woman blocked her way.

“Hello, dear! I’m Connie White. Let me tell you about my children!” she said with a crazed smile.

“No, please- I’m not interested-” Virginia tried to argue.

“There’s Leonard, Willie, Philip, and Rhonda. They’re all the sweetest little angels-”

“I’m not interested!” Virginia snapped. But Connie didn’t seem to hear her, and it only got worse when another woman shoved her way in front of Virginia.

“My name is Margaret Allen. My daughters are Christine and Carolyn. They both have soft blonde ringlets-” she started before being interrupted.

“I’m Teresa Johnson! I have five children, and I couldn’t be happier!”

“Virginia, my name is Sharon Barnes! My daughter Kathleen-”

Just quiet your mouths!” Virginia shouted, which was the equivalent of cursing at the group of women.

Everyone quieted, but the shock on their face was evident.

Virginia’s shoulders slumped. “Please. Just leave me alone, I beg you.”

She whirled around and stomped away, trying not to care about the women staring at her.

Being Virginia Phyllis in the 1950s was the worst.

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I hope you liked my first historical fiction piece this month!

What’s your favorite genre? Have you read any books set in the ’50s? What genre would you like me to write next? (I’d REALLY appreciate it if you could answer the last question especially)

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“Vacation in Aruba”: murder mystery… in the Caribbean // StayHomeWriMo Day 17

Hello, loves!

I hope everyone’s doing well today. I tried my hand at writing a sort of murder mystery setting and I hope you all like it!

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Prompt: A New York police officer gets wrapped up in a series of murders occurring on the small Caribbean island when the first person that turns up dead as a woman he was seeing.

Houston unfolded his reading glasses and put them on.

“It looks like the murders have a pattern,” he said to himself absentmindedly, running a finger over the first file folder in front of him.

The Sheriff was on his feet instantly. “What is it?”

Houston turned away from the documents spread out on the table. “Every one of the victims graduated from St. Ernesto University.

Sheriff Joaquin Lupetey shook his head. “That’s not much of a lead, Detective. Almost anyone who went to college here in Aruba went to St. Ernesto. Even I did.”

Houston shook his head. “But there’s more. All five of them graduated in the past four years. And all of them majored in theology. That can’t be a coincidence,” he mused.

The Sheriff stood straighter again. “Good, we have a lead,” he said in relief.

Houston turned to Sheriff Lupetey. “I’m going to go to St. Ernesto University now. I’ll need authorization to look over the victims’ schedules and attendance records. Chances are that something in there will lead us to our murderer.” Continue reading ““Vacation in Aruba”: murder mystery… in the Caribbean // StayHomeWriMo Day 17″