My bio page

So, this was actually an assignment for English. But I like it. So, of course, it's going on this blog.
I was supposed to put my heart in it. This little poetic thing basically sums me up. Enjoy!

My name is Marissa

My name is Marissa.

I had a fairly normal childhood.

At least, as normal of a childhood as one can have with an older brother.

Of course, I suppose older brothers are normal, right?

They’re mostly all annoying at some point or another.

We did a lot of things though, my siblings and I.

Of course, I was just little. When I got big enough to really remember, they were all grown up. I still remember a little bit though.

We played cats, and orphans, and mountain goats, and wizards. 

One thing you should know about me: I have an imagination. I could spend hours as a little girl playing in my room with just myself.

Of course, I had friends too. But they didn’t always play the way I liked.

Maybe some people would say that I have too much of an imagination now. I get distracted easily. I still play by myself.

Maybe this is why I like to write. And I do. Write that is.

Fantasy mostly. Sometimes science fiction. But mostly fantasy.

When I write fantasy, I get to make up my own world. There are no rules, no laws, nothing to get in my way. My imagination’s my limit.

I like music too. But not the music that most people like. Sometimes I feel like words can get in the way. (Not while I’m writing of course. Just when I’m listening to music.)

I do listen to “popular” music. Sometimes.  Taylor Swift, One Direction. But I prefer to go my own direction.

Nobody wants to listen to my iPod on shuffle. You’ll find John Powell, Howard Shore, Klaus Bedelt, Alan Silvestri… “Nerd” music. Well, I suppose I am a nerd. And proud of it!

I guess you could say I sing to my own tune.  I try not to care what other people think. But words can hurt me too. Sometimes I think people forget that. My friends say things, and they hurt, and I wish they could see that.

My parents are good. They teach me things. Right from wrong, and how to do stuff.

I earn my own money. Sometimes it’s hard. But I like it.

I work with the old people.

Sometimes I look at them, and wonder what they were like when they were younger.

Some people look at them and see them as people near the end of their lives.

Useless now that they’re worn out.

I look at them and see a person sculpted by a lifetime.

They’re so much wiser than me. And when they tell me stuff, I listen.

Sometimes I feel like I have 35 grandmas and grandpas.

But right now I only have two grandparents. My dad’s parents.

But we don’t see them a lot.

My mom’s parents got divorced. Twice. And Max just kind of left.

That’s my grandpa, Max.

He’s a grandpa to me by blood, but not by heart.

He doesn’t want to get to know me, so I suppose I’ll never know him.

He says he’s never coming back to Utah.

That makes me sad. I want a Grandpa.

I met him for the first time at my Grandma’s funeral.

She was the only Grandma that lived near me.

She moved here a few years ago.

And then she got sick. So I guess I was happy when she passed. She had fought for a long time, and then she got to stop.

It’s only been 5 months, but I already forgot what she smells like.

I feel like life is too short to be sad.

I mean, if we get to choose how we feel, why don’t we choose to be happy more often than not?

There are lots of things that make me happy.

Music, chocolate, cats, yellow, teddy bears, snow, fall leaves, caramel milk, flowers, bird chirps, words, school, pens, sunshine, trees, blankets, fuzzy socks, pinecones, yogurt for breakfast, weekends…

And the list could go on.

So why, with so many good things around us do we ignore the happy things, and focus only on the negative?

Seems silly to me.

But I guess, easier said than done.

Because it takes work to be happy. I guess everything good takes work.

If we were all happier, would there be fewer wars? Less hunger? Less poverty?
I think so.

But what do I know?
Maybe more than some people think.

LOTS of excerpts. YAY!

So, this is a lie. This are random tidbits from a book I am currently working on. Yes, I abandoned Reverie. No, I put it aside until I'm ready for it. Anyway, this does give away the ending of the book, so SPOILER ALERT!! I just had some ideas floating around, and figured it was a good idea to get them on paper. So...here ya go!

Excerpt 1:

Lark stopped and turned around. “Captain?” she said hesitantly. Mark turned to face her.

                “Yes Lark?”

                “I love you.” Then she dropped her torch. Mark opened his mouth to answer her, but the fire had already built a wall around her. He dropped his torch too. Then he closed his eyes and whispered.

                “I love you too.”

Excerpt 2:

“Sir? May I come in?” the commander nodded.

                “I fear you come bearing bad news.” He said, sighing heavily.

                “Yes sir, I have.” Captain Arna ducked inside the tent. “I am afraid that the members of the SITU have been declared killed in action. This includes Captain Mark Seber, Agent Lauren Mallows, Agent Tobin Mace, Agent Henri…” The commander droned him out,  and closed his eyes.

                “Thanks you Captain Arna, that will be all.” He said. The captain nodded and stepped back out.  The commander couldn’t believe it. The members of the SITU. [insert names of country]’s golden soldiers. The heroes of the year. All dead. Gone. He sighed again and pulled out some paper to write his condolence letters.

Excerpt3
 

Mark sat down wearily on the bench and put his head in his hands. The grief pushed down on him like a ton of bricks. Up until this point he hadn’t been able to cry. But now it all rushed at him at once. A man does not like to be seen crying. Especially not the country’s newest hero. But he couldn’t hold it in anymore. He didn’t even care if anyone saw him.

He got off the bench a knelt in front of the memorial. It was a marble tombstone, surrounded by flowers, with benches on every side. People had come and put little trinkets at the base. Flowers, blankets, notes. Mark ran his fingers lightly across the letters spelling out the names. They lingered on Lark’s name. He traced each letter carefully with his finger. L. A. U. R. Then he dropped his hand again and looked away.

Why did he have to survive? Why couldn’t he have died under that rubble? He heard footstep behind him. He took a few deep  breaths and struggled to stop the tears forcing their way out of his eyes. But he didn’t turn around. He stayed there, kneeling in the dirt.

“Captain?” His heart stopped. He was afraid to look. “Is that you?” There must be something wrong with his hearing. That was all. Besides, lots of people called him Captain. “Cap?” He felt like the breath had been knocked out of him. He slowly turned his head, his brain swimming. He couldn’t quite comprehend what he saw. Lark’s worried face broke out into a look of relief. “Oh Captain!” She hobbled quickly  towards him and knelt down next to him, embracing him and soaking his shirt in her tears. He hugged her back  and breathed in the scent of her hair.

“Please tell me I’m not dreaming.” He whispered, holding her tighter.  She was sobbing too hard to answer. He finally let go of her and took hold of her hands. “What, how?” He stuttered. Lark sighed.

“I don’t know.” She answered truthfully. “All I know was that I was stuck under that rubble for what seemed like days. The stone protected my from the majority of the fire. When I heard people up above, I tried to call for help, but no one heard me.  A few days later a forest dweller found me. How,I don’t know. But he did. I was feverish, and starving, and dehydrated, and well, injured.” She looked down at her leg. For the first time Mark noticed it. Or rather, the lack of it. A wooden prosthetic was in its place.  Lark continued. “He took me to his healer who nursed me back to health. I assumed that everyone else had died. But I came into town with the family I was staying with to help them sell some things. I heard rumors that you were still alive, and I had to find out for myself. I heard about the memorial, and decided that it might be the best place to look. I suppose I was right.” She smiled up at him. He laughed and hugged her tight.

Am I in love with this story? Yes, I am

Made up a new plot line. Am I in love? Yes I am. Will I start to write this story before I finish Reverie? ...No, I suppose I shouldn't...

Marion stumbled along. Her wrists ached from weeks of being tied up. She sighed.

Treason. That was her crime. The king had ordered that she walk 300 miles to the city of Duomonte where she would promptly be executed. She knew the walk was almost over, and she didn’t know if she was happy or sad. Or just tired.

They walked past a farm, and her eyes fell on a boy working in the field. He had a handsome face, dark hair, and olive skin. She smiled. He met her eye and smiled back, before quickly looking away. Marion blushed, suddenly embarrassed at how she looked. She kept her eyes on the ground the rest of the way.

It wasn’t long before they reached their destination; the Duomonte Jail House. She would be kept there until her execution later in the evening. Her guards unceremoniously threw her in, and slammed the heavy wooden door. She could hear the click of the locks.

The world was completely dark in the stone room. Not a sliver of light met Marion’s eye. She crawled on her knees, her bound hands out in front of her, until she found the back wall. She leaned up against it and closed her eyes. All she felt like doing was sleeping, but however hard she tried, she just couldn’t get sleep to come. Fear and anxiety gnawed at her, and her stomach felt tight.

It seemed like days when they finally opened the door again. The bright light burned Marion’s eyes after spending many hours in the dark. One of them walked in and roughly pulled her to her feet. Outside of the jail house people were lined up along the streets. Marion never imagined that so many people could have heard about her and wanted to see her death. Maybe it wasn’t her they had heard about though. Maybe it was her cause.

The guard led her to a stone wall. A simple wooden stool sat just before the wall, and a line of five archers were lined up a few feet away. Marion gulped. She thought that she’d be brave, but now that the moment came, she felt tears threatening to escape. She was ordered to sit down on the stool, and she did so obediently. Just then, images of her life the past few months flashed before her eyes.

She saw Jodur standing before her, sword in hand, as he promoted her to his elite force of spies. She saw burning villages. She saw Andi, on the ground, arrows in her chest. Execution by firing squad. Just like Marion. She saw the king, his cruel smile and cold eyes. She saw suffering, hunger, and pain. It had all been for good though. And Jodur’s Knights would continue to fight for good. They always would. A sudden burst of courage coursed through her body, and she found herself standing up.

“I will not die sitting down.” She heard herself say. The archers looked at each other, and a few shrugged their shoulder. Marion stood up tall, and looked each of the archers in the eyes. When the first arrow came at her, it seemed to go in slow motion. The shiny black shaft shone in the dying light. It struck it’s mark, right in the chest. The other four followed in rapid succession, and only two of them whizzed past her, and struck the wall behind her. She fell backwards, her first instinct was to pull the arrows out of her chest, but as she tried to lift her arm, she couldn’t. Her vision slowly narrowed, and her breath became fast and shallow. The crowd was completely quiet. Marion’s eyes drooped closed, and she whispered one last prayer to the gods to save her soul. The last sound she heard was a bird’s cheerful chirp. She smiled.

~

Jesh couldn’t get the image of the smiling girl out of his mind. He knew who she was, but he didn’t know her name. The image kept pulling at his mind, until finally he threw down his rake in frustration.

“Pa, I’m going to the execution!” He called as he hopped the fence, and sprinted down the road. He got there just in time. There she was. Her guard pulled hard at the rope connected to her wrists, causing her to stumble. Her eyes looked full of fear. She sat down on the little stool. Jesh felt sorry for her. Suddenly she stood up, knocking the stool over.

“I will not die sitting down.” She said. Her voice only quavered ever so slightly. Jesh all of a sudden wished with all his heart that he knew her.

The firing squad raised their bows. They each had their one arrow on the string. They all pulled back together. At a nod from the firing master, the arrows all whooshed towards her in one mass. Three struck her in the chest, and she fell backwards. What an awful way to die. Jesh thought to himself. He turned away. The blood oozing from her wounds and running on to the ground made his stomach sick. He looked back and saw a man step forward and crouch down. He put two fingers on her neck to feel her pulse.

“She’s dead.” He announced. People murmured amongst themselves. Jesh looked to his right, and saw a man quickly brush away a tear. Then he discreetly raised four fingers to his heart, then his lips, then outwards in a salute. Jesh gasped. Jodur’s salute. Could that be…? The man realized that Jesh had seen him, and raised a finger to his lips, as if to say, “It’s our secret”. Then he disappeared.

The town’s people then started to disperse, but Jesh stayed there. Something about that gesture towards the dead girl had moved him. He quickly moved to where her body was, and where it would stay until the next morning, as a reminder to the people. He slipped a hand behind her neck, and found a chain. He followed it until he found a pendant that had been hidden in her shirt. It was a deer. On the back it had one word. A name.

“Marion.” He said aloud. He supposed that must have been her name. Marion. He snapped the chain, and stuck it in the pouch that hung on his belt. Then he quickly rushed over and picked a blooming flower. Fawnbloom it was called, for it’s beautiful white delicacy. He arranged her body into a less gruesome position. Straight, with hands folded on her stomach. Like you would see someone just before the casket lid closed. He placed the flower between her hands. Just then he felt a sudden surge of warmth towards this girl he had never met. He gently kissed her forehead, then stood up.

“Well Marion. I suppose Jodur will be needing another soldier now.” He said sadly. Then he walked out of town, and didn’t look back.

Daydream

You know you're a writer when you come up with random plot lines while walking home from school... Haha! Yup, I had to walk home today, and this is the scene that I came up with. Remember, all of the stuff on this blog is rough draft form, and most of it's not very good... Don't judge! :)

Princess Saren shivered as the cold wind blew snowflakes around her. Her eyes darted back and forth, her muscles were tense, and her mind was alert. She crept through the dark trees, wary of any danger that may be lurking in them. Her small bundle of belongings was clutched tightly to her chest. A howl sounded behind her, and she spun around, breathing quickly. The constant fear in her stomach grew, and almost engulfed her. Taking in large gasps of breath, she continued onward. She didn’t have a destination. She had no idea where she was going. But she just kept walking, like she had been doing for days.

The fear, it was something awful. She hated how it was always there, always lurking behind her mask. It had been like this for months. First, rumors of wars, then the castle, under siege. She saw her mother’s face again, the scene replaying in her mind.

“Saren, leave! Run, far away from here!” Her mother begged, face taught, and pale with worry. “You must go darling! They’ll be here any second!”

“No, I’m not going! I’m staying here! I’m not running away like a weak willed coward! I’m not a child mother!” Saren declared, her voice wavering. Really, the only thing she wanted to do was run away and scream. Just imagining the horrors her father’s enemies had in store for her was enough to set her teeth on edge. But she wouldn’t do it. She wouldn’t leave them.

“Saren, there is only one hope for the future of this kingdom. Please, go! There is no hope for us now, but I know that if anyone can take back this kingdom from Darthius, it is you. Please. For me! For the kingdom…” Tears ran down the Queen’s face, her eyes were full of despair. Saren looked away briefly. Then she looked at her mother.

“I will go. But only because I must.” She said. Her mother pulled her into a hug.

“That’s a good girl. Remember me!” She took off her amethyst necklace, and slipped it over her daughter’s head. Tears stung Saren’s eyes. She quickly took off her bracelet, and held it out to her mother.

“To keep me close.” She whispered. The Queen’s finger wrapped around it. Saren turned away. She sprinted down the well known corridors into her bedchamber. She quickly pulled on her poorest looking dress, and her cloak. Then she hastily piled some of her most essential belongings into a knapsack. A change of clothes, her water skin, some dried meat she had grabbed from the kitchen. In a matter of moments she was running. She glanced behind her, just to see her beloved home go up in flames.

Saren closed her eyes tight, willing the images out of her mind. She had failed her mother. She didn’t know where she was going. She was lost in a forest at night. There was no hope. For her, or for her kingdom.

Reverie Ending: SPOILER ALERT!

Okay, if you hate knowing the endings before reading the book, then this post is not for you. But I'm writing a book called Reverie, and for some reason I felt as if I needed to write the ending. So I did! Not my best piece of writing, but whatevs. Here it is!

The heat seemed to be pushing the trio from the back. Taren glanced behind him. Flame was roaring down the corridor. He struggled to breathe, as the air was thick with smoke.

“Taren! This way!” Riva grabbed his wrist and pulled him around a corner. Her hand was surprisingly cool for how hot it was down there. All of a sudden, Riva skidded to a halt.

“Dead end.” Taren muttered. He kicked the wall in frustration.

“I tend to notice that you give up too easily.” Arlynn said matter of factly. Taren glared.

“Oh yeah?” He growled at her. “How do you suppose we’re going to get out?” Arlynn smiled.

“Climb!” She said. Taren glanced up. To his surprise, he realized that the rock wall in front of them led up to a small trap door in the ceiling. Arlynn grasped a rock, and started climbing. Riva glanced at Taren, then followed her. Taren sighed. He hated it when Arlynn was right.

Soon the three of them were standing on a small ledge, hundreds of feet above the ground.

“Now, how do we open this?” Riva asked, giving the door a shove.

“Here, I’ll try. Just remember, once the door is open, the fire will come towards the oxygen. We’ll have to get out fast.”

Just then came the sound of crumbling rock. Arlynn yelped. Taren looked over at her, a retort sitting on his tongue about how she was a scaredy cat. But instead, he gasped. She was hanging from the rock ledge, her fingers desperately clinging onto the edge. Her face was red with effort. He was about to reach for her, when he heard Riva scream.

He whipped around, and found her dangling from the claws of a Tartogyph. (note to readers of my blog: This is a winged creature that is mentioned earlier in the story) Taren knew that if he went for Arlynn, he might not be able to get to Riva in time. And he saved Riva, then Arlynn would most likely fall. Just then, every dream he had ever had of Riva flashed through his head at hyperspeed. He couldn’t live without her. Someone had sent him those dreams. Someone had sent him to her, and he couldn’t just give her up now. He quickly pulled out his knife, and threw it at theTartogyph. With an earsplitting shriek, the creature let go. Riva fell with a scream back onto the stone. Taren quickly pulled her away from the edge.

He glanced behind him, and saw Arlynn, her green eyes pleading, her fingers barely hanging on. Then she fell. She shrieked, but her scream was abruptly cut off. He closed his eyes, trying to push the image away. Then he pushed hard against the trap door above him. It popped open. He quickly heaved Riva through the opening, then pulled himself out as well. He yanked Riva up, and pulled her after him, far away from there. Within a matter of seconds he could see thick black smoke rising, and little fingers of flame coming through the hole. He turned away.

They ran for what seemed like hours, but was really only a few minutes. Finally Taren came to a halt, his breath ragged and uneven from the smoke, and the running. He bent over, trying to regain his breath. When he straightened back up, he realized that Riva was glaring at him, her blue eyes piercing him to the bone.

“You idiot!” She slapped him hard, right across the face. It wasn’t so much the slap that hurt, but the hate that was behind the slap. “You—you let my sister die!” She screamed at him. Then she sank to the ground, tears spilling down her cheeks.

“Riva, I could either save you or her. Would you rather I save her? I couldn’t live without you. Just like you said, I was meant to be with you! The gods planned it! I couldn’t just defy them!” Then he lowered his voice. “I love you Riva. I couldn’t live without you.’

She looked up at him. “No Taren, I said that you and the girl in the dreams were to be together. Think about it!” Taren look at her, confused.

“But, you a—“ Then he stopped. The last dream he had came back to him.

Riva twirled around, her dress spinning around. Then she stopped, and looked at him. But the eyes weren’t blue, they were green.

“Arlynn…” He whispered. “She—she was my Reverie.”

Rain

I wrote this on...a rainy day! Go figure. Unfortunately, I was going to write more, but was told to get off the computer. So now I've forgotten. But I wrote down a good chunk! Here it is.

“What the--?” Tonyia looked up at the sky, just as another fat drop landed on her nose. The storm clouds were rolling in from all directions, even though just a few moments ago the sky had been a bright blue. The rain was coming down harder now, and Tonyia ran under the thick branches of a tall spruce for cover. “I hope this passes over soon,” she mumbled moodily. She sank down to the ground, and leaned her back against the tree, hoping to take a little nap while she waited.

When she opened her eyes the storm was raging. The rain was coming down in sheets, and she couldn’t see anything. Water was sloshing around, and she stood up hurriedly so as to get out of the water. Water percolated down through the boughs of the spruce and dripped onto her head, like kisses from heaven. She looked around desperately, trying to find her sense of direction. She had to get home! She ran her hand along the edge of the tree, until she found the side with thick moss growing all over it. Then she turned the opposite direction. South. Her hut was to the south, so to the south she would go.

It was a good thing that Tonyia hadn’t wandered far that day. She only had to stumble about for a few minutes until she ran into her small stone well. Her shoes were weighing her down, and making it hard for her to walk. She reached down and tugged them off. It took a bit of effort, and they felt as if they were suctioned to her foot. But finally the came off. She felt her way around her well until she found the entrance to her little home. She ducked into the doorway, and found it to be not completely dry in here either. A few small holes in her roof let water come through, and water sloshed under the doorway. She splashed over to her bed, where her shivering tabby kitten, Kovi, sat.

“Hey buddy,” she picked him up and held him close, trying to share her body warmth with him. He purred and rubbed his sodden head up against her chin before sinking back into her arms. Just then the roof broke. Water came pouring in, and Tonyia was soon wetter than she thought possible. She tucked Kovi into her jacket to keep him from being swept away in the torrent. Tonyia knew that she had to get Kovi and herself to higher ground. She struggled towards the doorway, and reached for the handle. But the door could no longer hold the surging water outside from coming in. In burst inwards, hitting Tonyia in the face. She stood up shakily, and felt her forehead. Wet sticky blood oozed from a cut, but the warmth of it against her cold skin almost made the wound almost worth it.

She fought against the water that was raging around her. It was up to her knees now. She had never known that so much water could come in so little time. She looked around for someplace to go to, but the world was just one sheet of white. The heavy rain made it impossible to see anything. She forced her legs to move, and started to make her way up the hill. She knew up there, there was a large sturdy tree, and that would be the highest place in the forest. Her bare feet stuck into the mud, and made each step even harder. A small mew came from her jacket.

“Shush now Kivo. We’ll be up the hill soon,” She pressed the soggy bundle closer to her chest, and felt the small kitten shiver.

Lil' Random Writer :D

So, my little sister decided that she wanted to do some random writing with me. She wrote it onto a piece of cardboard, and I have offered to put it on this blog for her. Since it IS a random tidbit. :) Here it is:

a Big pig in a fan. *scribble* The ki(d)s win in the fun. *scribble* The sun a fun. I *heart* the sun.