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So my resolution was to stick to a story but so far I have not been able to do that. I have two ideas that I am playing back and forth with and this is one of the times that I wished people would read my blog and be able to comment on what I am saying. I will stick with one of my ideas and I will try my absolute hardest to make it into a story. If all that works than I will try and have the courage to post it on fictionpress.com and get other people's opinions. Here's to hoping.

Inactivity

So, I have not been on my blog in forever it seems. I have wrote a little, but nothing that I am proud enough to share with other people. So I made a New Year's Revolution: I will start and continue a story, not changing for any other stories.

Untitled Story Ch.1 Pt.1

Rain pounded against the cool metal roof as the inhabitant of the house tossed and turned in her bed, trying her hardest to get some sleep that she knew would never come. Her lithe body ached as it twisted into a pretzel to try and fit into the bed that was too small for her six foot three body. Her caramel skin seemed to shine when the moon filtered through the curtains. Her nails grew long and sharp as her pained whimpers became louder and louder until she was all but screaming. Her eyes opened and they changed from a light sea blue to a blood red with flecks of gold and black sprinkled through her eyes. Her lips flattened and when she opened her mouth to scream her teeth had sharpened to a point.

Hours passed as the body continued through its transformation, shifting into a beast that she never even knew existed. She crawled out of her bed and stumbled to her feet like a fawn after being born. Her body quivered and ached but she managed to herself up and walk towards the front door, intent on leaving her house and heading wherever her body decided to pull her. Her bare feet slapped against the ground as she raced through the forest that surrounded her house. Her body was pulling her to the north, pushing her far away from the home that she knew and loved. To somewhere where she would not know anyone, somewhere she could start over.

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Isia grinned as the words flowed from her head to her hands as she typed away at her keyboard, the constant clicking soothing her nerves. Her eyes never once left the screen of her laptop and she could feel the character as she transformed into something that lived only in a person's nightmares. A smile grew on her face and turned slightly devious as she thought about the torture that her character would eventually go through in the story. Her heart beat spiked when she heard the banging on the door of her next door neighbor's house. It seemed like someone was breaking in and she should be worried but it happened so many times that she chose to ignore it.

Isia thought about continuing her story for a second before deciding that walking around the street would probably be a better stress reliever from school at the moment. She was being teased and bullied by the jocks and preps in school who had no chance of beating her in an actual fist fight. Her muscular physique intimated most people who decided that a big strong butch girl was probably the last person that they wanted to mess with. She still got bullied but most of the time it was by the cheerleaders' boyfriends and even some of the biker dudes who hung out around the town. She stretched and flexed the muscles that protruded from her arms and legs. She sighed as she stepped onto the driveway that led to her house. The gravel rocks slashed against her bare feet and she could feel the rocks embed themselves into her feet as she strolled towards the town diner.

The town diner was about ten minutes away but Isia could easily walk there in about seven to eight minutes. Her gym shorts flowed as the breeze slowly blew against her and her shirt hung loosely off her shoulders, showing the slightest hint of her bra strap. Her pure white hair flowed behind her as she started to increase her pace into a slow jog. Blue eyes flashed as she noticed the group of girls that were blocking the entrance to the diner. She sneaked past them into the side entrance so that she could get past without being seen by some of the girls that hated her the most. She plopped down in the booth that seemed to be permanently reserved for her by the owner.

Julie and her wife Tobi owned the Freedom Diner and allowed a safe haven for anyone who gets picked on and bullied to hide in. They supply food to those that they know cannot afford it and they also donate clothing to those who don't have the money to buy some. The two of them had been together for just around 20 years even though they had to hide their relationship when people were still willing to hang them for loving someone of the same sex. They managed to persevere through all the hardships and threats that they got until they managed to open the diner five years ago. Ever since the diner has been open, Isia was a very faithful customer.

I got bored

So, I have no clue whether this is going to be a daily thing or what but today I got bored and the internet led me to my blog. This is merely a random post because of the fact that I really had nothing else to do. So today I got a book for my nook at about 1 p.m. and managed to finish it at about 8 p.m. I was really proud of myself. So I have done absolutely no writing today, of which I am ashamed, and I really doubt that I will get any writing done till Tuesday at least.

Welcome to the world of blogging

Well, this is my very first time ever trying a blog and I do not hold much hope for it. I am usually a shy reserved girl but if you can get me to start talking than there is a very rare chance that I will ever shut up. I have absolutely no clue why I am doing this but for whatever reason my mind has led me to this page and here I am. I guess I will start by introducing myself.

I will not tell you my real name instead I will give you a fake one. I enjoy the name Torie Jean or TJ for short and I also respond to the nickname Dude, not quite sure why. I live somewhere in the U.S. and I have this pure hatred of telling people where I live so I will tell you other things about myself. I love to write, it is the one passion that has stood by my side for years, yet I can never finish a single story. I spend a lot of my time inside behind my computer screen, but if I go outside then I go to this huge tree a few streets down and sit on the branches. I have a tendency to shy away from crowds and contact with other people, even if it is working in a group for school. I spend a lot of my time reading and I am one of those rare people who actually likes and enjoys going to school. I may not love all of my classes, but I love having a break from letting my mind wander and instead having something to focus it on.

The one compliment that I seem to get from a wide variety of people is compliments about my eyes and honestly I agree. My eyes are probably the one part of my body that I have no shame about, I love my eyes and the colors that they have. This is very weird for me to write and I have no clue why, but it seems like I am rambling at this moment and it seems to just flow out of my fingertips.

I would like to comment on my writing right now. Okay, serious time. My writing is the one thing that never fails to make me forget about the bad things in life and I hope that it will never die. My writing is mostly about   lesbians and yet I am a straight girl. Do not question my type of writing as I find it easier to write about two women than a women and a man. I write whenever I possibly can which usually ends up with me not focusing completely on my schoolwork and having to finish homework at about five in the morning. This blog is either going to be a complete and total rambling of my life or else I may actually get around to commenting about my writing and maybe posting a few chapters or something.

Hopefully I am going to talk to you later, if I ever remember to update this thing,
                                      Torie Jean