Endless Wonder

“So where exactly are we travelling at warp speed towards?” Danny clung on grimly to his seatbelt, and focused on keeping his lunch where it belonged. “New Road Secondary School,” replied Lorelei absent-mindedly, turning a corner so sharply that Danny was almost sent straight through the windscreen. “And why are we travelling at warp speed towards New Road Secondary School?” Lorelei wouldn’t exactly be considered the World’s Safest Driver on a regular basis, but today she was really pulling out all the stops. They’d been driving for roughly ten minutes and they’d already nearly run over two old ladies and three cats. Lorelei was eighteen, so old enough to legally drive, but Danny sometimes wondered how on earth she’d ever managed to get her license. “Didn’t anyone brief you before we left HQ?” she asked, as they turned onto the motorway. At least this was a stretch of straight road, Danny thought in relief. Perhaps he’d stop feeling sick. “No,” he said. “I just got told that...

Kara folded her arms and leaned back in her chair, satisfied. “Okay, I think we’re finished,” she announced. “It’s perfect. At least, as perfect as it can be.” Her friends, Amy and Lynne, cheered half-heartedly. Kara knew that they were both as exhausted as she was. It was five p.m. on a Friday night; a time any self-respecting teenager was at home, playing video games or texting their friends, looking forward to a long, lazy weekend. Not Kara and her two classmates. They had a science presentation due on Monday, and had had no choice but to stay at school until late to finish it. “Man, Year Eleven sucks ,” complained Lynne, as they packed their bags, ready to leave the classroom. “All this homework . I feel like I no longer have a life.” “I just hope we get a good grade,” said Amy anxiously. Amy was very academic and always worried about her grades; it had been at her insistence that they’d stayed behind to work on the presentation at all. Kara both admired her dedication and f...

Heyy... time for a "life update" post, plus I've got a few announcements and stuff I want share with you guys, so let's go! First, I mean you've all obviously noticed this by now, but I've changed my blog name and design. I just felt like it was time for a change, y'know? I've had pretty much the same blog theme since I first started off this blog back in 1856. (Okay it was like December last year but I honestly can't remember a life without this blog?? Feels like I've been blogging for several lifetimes.) Also, I sort of had to change the title, because in a few months I won't be a "Girl, 15" anymore, i.e. it's my birthday in January. (I'm going to be sixteen, HELPP.) I mean, there's still a while to go until that but I just thought I'd change it now because I felt like it, okay. And I really like my new blog look. It's... dark. LIKE ME. Okay, another announcement is that I'm going away to visit family...

Last night I was in a really dark mood for some reason, and I came up with this little piece of poetry. It's not quite long enough to be an actual poem, but hey, it's a poetry snippet. Maybe I'll make it longer if I have more ideas. But I thought I'd share it here anyway, even if it's not quite finished.                                                                      I’m the one with the tattered heart and the tattered soul and the tattered skin I’m the one with the broken fingers from trying to dig out the grave I’m in Desperately trying to fight away the demons that want to come barging in But how can I even try to protect myself from something as dark as what comes from within?                               ...

I love being by myself, I can't bear it when people interrupt me when I'm working on something, but I really, really hate being home alone. I hate traditions and I really want the world to change for the better, but I'm terrified of changes in my own life. I know change is good, so why am I terrified of it? Part of me loves being adventurous and trying new things, but another part just wants everything to be the way it always is. I hate anything girly or feminine, but I really love to dance - something that's typically a "girl thing". I love coming up with dark, creepy, disturbing stuff, but I won't watch any movie that has anything even mildly inappropriate because it makes me really uncomfortable, even though crap like that goes on in my head all the time. Sometimes I'm cold and unemotional as heck, I can't get worked up over anything, it's almost scary, but sometimes I create these total dramas in my head out of tiny little things...

Here's my entry for the Monthly Writing Challenge I'm hosting! (If you don't know what I'm on about, check out this post . I encourage you to take part in it!) Actually, this is one of two stories I'm going to be sharing on September's subject, which is "school". I know, I know. I'm such an over-achiever. Anyway, the reason I'm going to be sharing two stories is that I didn't actually write this one this month, I wrote it back in June as a writing exercise while preparing for my English GCSE, and all I did now was polish it a little bit. It's also quite short. But since it's on the subject of school, I thought I'd share it. Though I want to write something new, too. (If anyone else who's taking part in the challenge would like to write more than one story, you're perfectly welcome to!) Anyway, enough waffle, here's the story.                                           ...

Hey guys, time for a life update post, a.k.a a post where I bore my readers senseless by rambling on about myself and my thoroughly uninteresting life. Last weekend I went on a day out to central London with my parents, here are a few photos I took (sorry my photography is terrible):   I swear to god that slightly curved building wasn't there the last time I visited?? The rate at which buildings are built in London, jeez. It's incredible.   The London Eye! And if you've got super-good eyesight you can just about make out the Big Ben in the distance. The reason we went into central London was to buy me a pair of pointe shoes, because I'm going to start using pointe shoes in ballet!! I swear I've wanted to use pointe shoes since I was about seven?? But I was always too young, and actually they didn't even have a pointe class at my dance school, until now.    My pointe shoes, or as my dad calls them, pointy shoes. (My dad is weird.)...

This is actually going to be a thing I'm so excited!!! Hey, remember the idea I wrote about yesterday in this post?  Well, a few people said they were interested so I've decided to make it into something official. Welcome to Indigo's Monthly Writing Challenge! (I'll probably give it a snappier title later on...) The idea: at the start of every month, I come up with a theme, such as "music", "friendship", "pets", "summer". And whoever wants to participate has until the end of the month to write a short story on the theme I've chosen. Here are the rules! THE RULES: - Anyone can participate! - There aren't really any rules about what you can write, so long as it has something to do with the theme (that's the whole point of this challenge, after all). I only ask that you keep it clean (i.e. no bad swearing or any content that's unsuitable for kids, you get the idea). - You can write as much or as little ...

No, no, no, don't run away!! Not just yet! It's not a dangerous idea, I promise!! So I've had this idea to start a sort of... I don't know what to call it; a tag, maybe? Something that anyone can get involved in? Basically, the idea is that at the start of every month, I come up with a theme, for example: "music", "friendship", "pets", "summer". And whoever wants to participate has until the end of the month to write a short story on the theme I've chosen. You then post in on your blog/site and leave me a link to it, so I can check it out! It wouldn't be a competition or anything, it would just be a bit of fun. I originally thought this up as something to do by myself, so I would be motivated to write at least one short story every month, but then I thought, why not see if others want to get involved? Would you be interested in taking part in this?? Do you know anyone else who might be? I'd really, really, real...