Ruins of Humanity (Chapter 1)

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I am SO sorry for not updating. I haven’t check my blog in so long… But here is the promised chapter! I hope you like it!

P.S: Chapter 2 is still being written!

I woke to the sounds of silence. Yes, silence. 

As a wolf in captivity, I was used to humans and how noisy they were. Every day I would shut my eyes tightly, attempting to drown out the sounds of shuffling feet, phones ringing, and loud strangled sounds of humans talking about needing coffee; but not today. I wonder why?  I peeked shyly at my brother, who was still asleep. After debating to wake him up or not, I walked over and shook him with my paw, hard. I must’ve used a lot of force because Jake tumbled from our nest and landed in a puddle of muddy water. I laughed, which resulted in me being doused in slimy mud. “Hey!” I half growled, half laughed.

“That’s what you get!” Jake snapped playfully and pounced on me. “Why did you wake me up?!”

I waited for him to notice.

Jake froze, “where are the humans?” He quickly got off me and jogged to the fence of our little plot of land. “There’s no one here.”

I quickly joined him, “what do we do?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, what do we do if the humans don’t come today?”

Jake considered it for a moment, “maybe we could break out and -“

“And hunt?” I cut him off, “are you crazy? We’ve never been out in the wild before!”

“We’re at the top of the food-chain!” Jake argued, “we could do it… You never know.”

I shook my head, “no way. We’re just going to get lost, starve, and die.”


But I was already walking away from him and back to our cozy nest.

Jake was the most impulsive wolf of the litter. He loved adventure and was the first pup to wander out of the nest our mother had lived in. Unfortunately, our litter of five soon became a litter of two. The oldest pup was disabled because there was something wrong with his legs, the humans had taken him away at few day after our eyes opened. The second youngest had died at birth. Our youngest sister was perfectly fine, except a few days after mother died, she was gone as well.

I plopped down on the stack of hay, unsure of what to do. Usually, we would have been eating breakfast, then training, then we would get to go visit the twins Connor and Finick, who were a set of twin wolves in captivity, too.

I haven’t been this worried and annoyed since that time Connor threw up blue grass all over me.


The moon had almost made her way to the middle of the sky, but still, no one came to check on us.

“I’m starving!” Jake complained. Any wolf who didn’t know us would’ve thought I was older. Jake was the most immature wolf I’ve met, taking second place after Connor.

“So am I!” I snapped. The only thing we’ve had all day was water from the pond.

“Storm,” Jake looked me right in the eye, “what if the humans had abandoned us? What if they aren’t coming back? Are we just going to starve to death?!”

“Now you think it could happen,” I muttered.

“Isn’t it better to die trying?” Jake persisted.

I ignored him and dug my head into the hay, trying to block out everything. And I fell into an uneasy sleep to the sound of my heartbeat.


I woke up in the middle of the night, gasping for breath. I turned, searching for Jake’s comfort, only to find what made my heart race.

The spot where Jake should be was empty. 

I was on my feet bolting for the fence, and I was right. There was a small hole, covered in weeds, but it was big enough.

Jake was gone.

But what made it worse was the fact that he’d left without me. 

Ruins of Humanity

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Hi guys! I know, this should’ve been a preview or part one of Kythira’s story! Unfortunately, that story is taking me a rather long time… Good news, I started another story! It’s called Ruins of Humanity, and here is the blurb! I hope you like it! ?

This is a tale of a wolf who’s never lived in the wild and has always been fed and taken care of by his works. But one day, he notices that not a single human had fed him all day. Out of hunger, he manages to escape from the only home and family he had known of and finally gets a chance to see the outside world.

However, even the wolf can tell that something is wrong. The world had never been this silent and dead before. The reason? There was not a single human left on the Earth.

Read on as you watch our wolf learns about survival, family, and whether humans were good or evil for what they’d done to our planet.

A Useless Post that You Probably Won’t Read

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So… This post is completely useless. Not a story, or notice, or video. I’m just telling you guys about why I haven’t posted.

So if you guys didn’t know, I have horrible wifi and my blog wasn’t letting me log in… But I assure you that I’m not dead, and I will update soon with Kythira’s story! And that’s pretty much it for now, YOLO!

P.S: I just realized that this is my first post in Uncategorized. LOL!


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Hey guys! So I said only part one was published for my story Everglades, but it’s going to be the only part. Sorry if you liked the story, but I guess I just kinda lost inspiration for it. I had no ideas (since you guys don’t ever comment stories ideas ?)! But I had recently started reading the Divergent series so I wrote this story. You can call it a fan fiction, but I don’t think it’s that alike… Anyway, enjoy!

P.S: Please comment story ideas! When I have writer’s block, I have seriously bad writer’s block. The last one almost killed me, so if you don’t want me to die, comment! Thanks!

P.P.S: What do you guys think about a part two for Soul??

So this is how it’s going to be, huh? Well, you can change our actions, but you can’t change our soul! I snarled angrily in my head. I’ve had absolutely enough of Adrian and Halo. Heck, I’m actually wishing I was a Horn or a White Blade. Stomping out of the Caliper Room, I made a beeline for Willow-Birch; Willow-Birch was an extremely pale birch tree. I called it Willow because my brother had mixed it up with a willow tree. I know, you’re probably thinking I’m so delusional that I’m naming nature now; but I have to admit, I’m a bit lonely. Whether it’s because I’m so much more a Horn than a Halo, or I’m just a strange girl who lost her marbles, I really stand out as the weirdo, the oddball, the misfit. And it’s not always that nice to be different.

On Willow-Birch perched a crude looking tree house. My brother and I had built it a few years ago; it was the last thing we did together before he left.Without hesitation, I grabbed the ladder and made my way up. This place had brought back so many memories of the past, even if it wasn’t there to witness or experience it. The floorboards creaked in protest as I trudged in the treehouse. I eyed the photo album of only me and my brother but decided against it. A squirrel made a loud thump as it landed on the roof of the treehouse and I nearly jumped out of my skin. I was always nervous and jumpy whenever I did this, it was against the laws of Halo. Halo Peacekeepers would arrest me if they found out, especially since I had stolen this glass ball. Taking a deep breath, I spoke clearly but quietly, “ Show me Kyle Halo.”

“Hey sis, missed me much?”

Everglades (Part One)

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Sorry guys! I haven’t updated in a while so I wrote a really sucky story after 4 hours of brainstorming. I don’t have a lot of time (funny, since it’s summer vacation) so this is just part one. Again, sorry for how badly written it is, enjoy.

I ducked behind a bush and attempted to catch my breath. Today had been an especially bloody day, and I do not enjoy being turned into a corpse.

“Come out you coward!” The girl who was chasing me yelled. “Fight me face to face!”

And become one of those mutts? Right.

I walked up behind her and waited for her to turn around. When she did, shock was clear on her face, though it quickly turned into pain. She yelped, seeing that I had stabbed my knife clear through her stomach. “So sorry, good night,” I muttered and stepped back as the ground swallowed the girl. It was the 17th day; the 17th day of torture; the 17th day of death. I scrounged the forest for food, no luck, so if I didn’t want to starve, I had to go into the Everglades. And I probably wasn’t going to make it out of that cursed place in one piece.

Two voices raged in my head as I approached the Everglades,

“How puny would it be to die of hunger? After all this, you die to a natural cause!”

“You know about the Everglades! You know how many they killed! You aren’t special in any way, what makes you think you can do it?”

I shushed the second voice, my breaths rattled and I plunged into the Everglades. As I did so, I felt a surge of power; or recklessness.

That’s right! I thought to whoever created the Everglades, I just signed my own death contract, who’s a coward now?

Going Again to… Tuttabella Trattoria!

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Do you like Italian food? Maybe pasta, or raviolis? Well, give Tuttabella Trattoria a try. An Italian restaurant on the corner of White Plains Rd and New Wilmot Rd. The restaurant is open from:

Monday to Thursday: 12 PM – 10 PM

Friday to Saturday: 12 PM – 11 PM

Sunday: 12PM– 10 PM.

I had been to Tuttabella only recently but I think it is a great restaurant you should try.

I have only gone to Tuttabella Trattoria for dinner, which is what I am going to review, but there is a lunch menu, a party menu, and a catering menu as well. One thing I don’t like is that the menus are written in Italian. The restaurant serves you water and bread first with olive oil first, then the waiters will give you your menus you can order appetizers like Shrimp Cocktail and Clams Casino (baked little neck clams with bacon, roasted pepper, and capers). The main course consists of soup, salad, pasta, chicken, veals, seafood, meat, and sides. I really liked the Ravioli al Pomodoro (cheese ravioli in a fresh tomato sauce). There is dessert as well, however, it is not written on the menu. The waiter will also give you with a list of that day’s specials, and you are able to order special plates for your allergies or special diets. Tuttabella is also fairly priced, it isn’t too expensive but the food is still great.

The waiters and waitresses are very nice, they are all dressed nicely and alike. Sometimes they even interact with their guests! There usually isn’t too much waiting needed but it depends on when you come to the restaurant. The ambiance isn’t too dark, but it isn’t very bright and the whole restaurant is lit by candlelight. The restaurant is Italian so the decor is Italian as well, there are even pictures of Italy in the past on the walls. The restaurant doesn’t have any rules about loudness but somehow it is just naturally quiet.

Overall, I really like Tuttabella Trattoria and would like to go again. The food is Italian but I think most people would like it. I would give it  4.5 stars.

A tiramisu cake at Tuttabella Trattoria


Capstone – Picking a Topic

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Hi guys! Today I’m going to be posting about my Capstone! Capstone is basically an independent, end-of-the-year research project. And I will be telling you about how I chose, my topic.

Our Capstone topic was due tomorrow, and I had no idea what I was going to do. I needed a topic that I liked, is interesting, and researchable. I was panicking, what if I couldn’t find a topic? I thought about the time when I had found a good research topic on the internet, so I decided to surf the web.

In the end, after lots of searching, trial and error, and panicking, I found my topic. After looking through YouTube, I saw a video about how video games can be good for you, and I thought it would be a cool topic to study. I was a gamer, so I’ve listened to my parents telling me about why video games are bad for you for a long time. Learning about the good sides of gaming sounded very interesting, and I’m sure lots of kids will agree with me.

The next day, I proposed my idea to my teacher, Mr. Besancon, and it was approved. The Capstone museum is coming in less than 2 weeks, and I can’t wait for everyone to see my project! I really like my topic, and I hope everyone else will too.


Video Games

Ever a Friend

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Hi everyone! I’m back! I know, I took a long break, sorry. But I’ve been trying to get Thais, Adelina, Angela, and Anjali to finish their part for the Writing Olympics… But here is a story I wrote awhile ago, enjoy!

P.S: This is somewhat a Maze Runner fan fiction so…


An inhuman howl ripped through the night.

“Willow, no!”

I took a step back from my best friend Willow. One minute she was perfectly fine, next she had her knife out and was snarling from me to go.

“Run,” came her strangled cry, “before I kill you!”

“Why?! What’s wrong with you?!” But the truth dawned on me even before I asked.

She gave me a smile, but her eyes were crazed, broken, “it’s got me.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat, “maybe we can get you to the hospital, or… or…” Or what?

A growl up off my sentence, “too late! The madness has taken over.” Her shrill cry nearly deafened me.

Suddenly, Willow stumbled forward and her knife clattered out of her hand, landing on the mossy ground. I reached out to help her out, but she reeled back, avoiding my hand.

“Don’t, don’t touch me!”

I let my hands fall limply at my sides, staring in horror at what used to be my best friend. Within minutes, she had become a crazy, insane, animal-like human. The Flare has definitely gotten her.

“Please,” I begged. “Come back! What about your family?!” I realized in sadness at what Willow’s parents would have to suffer through, their only daughter with the Flare.

“Lena!” This time Willow’s voice was a hoarse whisper. “Lena, please.” She started to yell again, her voice becoming more and raspier.

“Willow…” Fear closed around my stomach and it spread through my body, filling me with terror. I couldn’t bring myself to run away, from my only best friend.

Willow’s eyes were desperate, “Lena, please. Kill me.”

I froze, did Willow really say that? No, “what-”

Willow doubled over, clutching her head, “Listen!”

She took a rattly breath and straightened out as much as she could, “I can’t live like this forever. Please Lena, if I was ever a friend, kill me.”

She stuffed her knife into my hand, “do it.”

I looked into Willow’s eyes, shattered, forever. She doesn’t want to live anymore, “as your last favor?” My hand was shaking so hard I thought I was going to drop her knife.

“Last favor.”

Before I could change my mind, I plunged the knife into my best friend’s chest.

She fell to the ground and I knelt next to her, “thank you.”

She gave me the smile I always thought of her with, “Willow…” I couldn’t swallow the lump in my throat.

“Lena, thank you.”

I took her hand as she closed her eyes, forever.

The Writing Olympics

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Hi guys! So, me and Thais thought of a really cool thing called: The Writing Olympics! Basically, me, ThaisAdelina, and Angela shall have a writing marathon and we will be competing against each other, and you guys will be commenting and telling us who the winner is. We will also be having team writing, too! So I hope you will enjoy the future series of The Writing Olympics! Also as a reminder, we will be having pen names, which are fake names writers have.

Pen Names:

Helen: Cyra

Adelina: Featherdrift

Thais: Potato and Bepper

Angela: Erin




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Hello, everyone! I have an awesome story idea so I’m gonna write it for you! Yeah… so… enjoy. I really don’t have anything else to say. Please comment and tell me if you liked it.

Not her. It wasn’t her that saved Jamie; it was me. I was Jamie’s best friend, I grew up with her, went to the scary therapist with her, and played with her when no one else would. But those days were too good to last, she forgot me. When she turned 7 she started playing with some other girl, and I was left in the dust. Forgotten. When she was 7, she still talked with me, but she was distant, more and more with every year. I started hating Jamie’s birthdays, but she grew without me; 7, 8, 9. Today was the day of her 10th birthday. I was left, still, at age 7, she was all grown up, double digits. I dreaded, feared, and was terrified of this day. I watched as my happy, joyful Jamie blew out her candles, I watched as she opened her presents, and watched as she stared into the sky and its stars. I watched as she fell asleep, never even bothering with me. Forgotten. I was becoming more and more transparent by the minute. And when midnight struck, I was gone. Forgotten. The pain, knowing that I wasn’t real, knowing that I was only an imaginary friend to Jamie. I was forgotten. Faded.