The Mush Project is a story that I’m working on based off of real-life events… It’s a work in progress, and I just wanted to share some of the rough draft I’ve recently started working on. Enjoy this little teaser! 😛
“You’re wearing your skin all wrong.”
I raised an eyebrow at my friend. “I don’t think that’s possible, Olive.”
The dark-haired girl shrugged. “Well, then, you make it possible.”
“In what sense exactly?” I asked, rolling my eyes. Don’t get me wrong, I love Olivia to pieces, but sometimes I wonder what goes on in that head of hers.
Olive crossed her arms and tipped her head to the side, much like a confused puppy would. “You aren’t OWNING it.”
“Sorry, Olive, but I don’t have any legal documents proving that I hold rightful ownership of a vital organ to survival.”
My friend shook her head. “No, I mean you don’t look like you REALLY own it.”
“What do you want me to do, get a lawyer?”
Olivia laughed at this. “Silly Sadie, you just gotta be confident.”
I snorted. A confident teenage girl. Ha.
Hola, citizens of the interwebs.
It’s been kind of a ridiculous week. But the good kind of ridiculous.
In my science class we’re doing this big super-important biotech unit thing, and being the nerd I am, this is pretty much how I’ve been the entire time:
This little story is based off an idea I saw scrolling through Tumblr about having a timer that goes off right when a person is supposed to get together with their soulmate. These characters are just some of my own that I put into this situation… enjoy (:
I grumbled as I shoved the last of my books into my backpack after the bell had rung. Class was finally over; the school day was finally over. I let out a sigh of relief. I can finally take a nap.
See, I had only gotten about two hours of sleep the previous night. There was a specific reason for this, one that I probably should have been more excited about.
A lot of the times I don’t write because I’m scared to.
It’s not that I’m scared to actually do the writing itself, but it’s because I’m afraid that the finished result will just completely suck. That it will be terrible. That it will make the reader want to curl up in a corner and die (and not in the “oh-my-gosh-this-book-gives-me-feels” way). That’s what I’m afraid of.
So there’s a short story contest that I really want to enter and the deadline for it is midnight today.
And I still don’t have an idea.
I’ve been thinking about it nonstop for the past week but somehow I can’t find a topic to write about that I really resonate with, y’know? I guess I could just be overthinking it completely but I want to make it something good. Something meaningful. Something that will make people stop in their tracks reading it and think.
I have about four hours after school finishes to get everything done. I’m just hoping I’ll be able to come up with something in the time before that and get it all out and polished by February 1st.
Wish me luck!