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The One that Fits Right In Chapter 1

I figured, since I am going to publish this story after all the illustrations are done, I figured that I’d post the story here for you all to read. I hope you like it
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The One that Fits Right In
Book 1: A New Life
Written By: Jessica. R
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Chapter 1: About Me!


8/31/2019

Hello! I’m Reagan! Sometimes I go by Rea and this is my diary! I call her Lockheart cause it has a lock shaped like a heart (yes I like to name some of my belongings like my camera, my tablet, my phone, yada yada yada). And it has occurred to me that I haven’t properly introduced myself; So hello! I’m Reagan.


About Me
.I’m 5’3

.My birthday is May 13

.I’m a Taurus

.Year of the Monkey

.My favorite color is Red

.My absolute FAVORITE food is Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwiches!!

.My favorite animals are Lambs

.Openness, Conscientiousness, Extraversion, Agreeableness, and Neuroticism (or Ocean for short)

.Hufflepuff


All that good stuff!


I was born into a middle-class family. Not very wealthy like the Kardashian’s are, no. I am the future heir to the throne of the Kingdom of Laradon in the French Riviera which means my parents are the king and queen.

I am the oldest and firstborn child to my mom, Leah and my dad Greg. I also have two younger siblings, my brother David, who’s 12, and my little sister Emma, who’s 5, which makes us the Florencia Five.

But enough about that, we’re talking about me!

And speaking of me, I have something very big to tell you all.

I have Asperger’s Syndrome, which is a form of Autism.

I was only 2 when I got diagnosed.

Now Aspergers is, well uh, a quirk of some sort. There are a lot of things people call Aspergers and Autism in general, but my mom and I love to call it a quirk. And this quirk causes a long list of things that are quote on quote wrong with me like me having fits, communication issues, talking to myself, sensitive ears, exetera exetera. I also do this thing called stimming when I’m stressed and other strange habits I’d rather not say.

Despite my diagnosis, my parents loved me just the way I was and wanted me to have the most fulfilling childhood for me and my siblings.

I lived in the French Rivera until a year ago because my father announced that we got a beautiful yet modern sized house in a city called Minnesota, which is all the way in America. I was excited but at the same time upset. I was going to leave my old life and everything I’ve ever grown up with behind. I was a sobbing mess when we boarded the plane and said goodbye to the south of France but my parents cheered me up by talking about the house we were going to live in and the amazing school I was going to be attending but that still didn’t make me feel better.

All that changed with my father said I was going to be getting my own room and that I didn’t have to share with David anymore because he was sharing a room with Emma.

I.WAS.ECSTATIC!

Heck yeah! Waited in the huge car like a puppy to get into the large house and when I did, I did I fell in love for the first time. The room was huge and on top, it had a huge dome-shaped window and the bed was the size of two football fields!

The thing that made me nervous the most was me starting the public school for the first time since I was homeschooled for most of my life.

Would I learn to like everyone there? What would my teachers be like? Would everyone love to meet me? Who knows right?

The Undead // part 1

Don’t stop running

I quicken my pace. I take a look behind me and there it is, still screaming and running at me. 

you have to get to the ladder

I move faster, the ladder is now in sight. The thing screams louder behind me trying to attract the attention of more as if to say “Look I found us dinner”. The ladder is now 10 feet away.

I jump on to the ladder and climb as fast as I can, my legs moving faster then they ever have. My backpack weighing me down, but I’m safe. The screamer bangs on the bottom of ladder screaming louder. At the top of the ladder I flip on to the roof. My breath quick and my hands shaking. 

“Tea! we thought you were goner,” Jess said as she pulled me up from the floor. 

I got up with one swift movement and set my bag on the table in the middle of the room. Everyone surrounded me waiting to see if I had gotten anything good. I took out batteries, 5 cans of soup, and a couple water bottles. Some people sighed others smiled because at least we have food and water now. 

“You did good,” Leah said pulling me into a hug which I returned. Leah is one of the nicest people here. She doesn’t understand that were all dying. That is a curse and a blessing.

7:05pm (approx) So I was sitting here arguing with my dog, The Boss is at the two girls choir concert and I turn on some music and stare at an empty page. I’ve been thinking about a spiderweb I saw yesterday morning encrusted in frosted dew (or just plain ass frozen, IT’S COLD). So I thought maybe a poem would come to me about that because I’ve had some word snippets flying around and shit.

NOPE! Out of the blue I start writing about something completely, well not so completely, random. An idea I had days ago and haven’t thought of since. 8:20pm (approx) I 387 words out, then they came home and I had to hear all about it lol. Could be a better word count I guess but hey, I’ll take it. Is it any good? Fuck I don’t know, I don’t really like anything I write.

I hope the urge/spree continues tomorrow while it’s just me, two dogs and two cats. Well, my asshole dog (who I love to death) and our senior baby girl (who I’d die for) and two cats who sleep all day unless hungry.

Be well and safe my friends

Mystic

P.S. I still have to delete the song lyrics I type when listening to songs with words!!!

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*Slow Down Speed Up*

“Slow Down Speed Up is a story 📖 about self expectations and over estimations 🙅🏿‍♂️, and how sometimes these practices can lead you to big disappointments🎭. You know they say; "Pride comes before a fall”, needless to say I have had more than a few stumbles 🙇🏿‍♂️ and I stayed on a prideful cliff. After about two good fall offs I started taking notes 📝 lol… I learned that your not always going to hit every shot ⛹️ that you take, but you gain nothing by not taking any. When I started rapping in 95 it was just a hobby, by 99 I knew I wanted to create something for others to enjoy. That’s exactly what I do everyvday, and there was no shortage of spectators telling me what they think I should do (Slow Down, Speed Up). I met a lot of people made tons of unrecorded strides and shook a lot of hands and though I never made it big it’s still a great story to tell…“

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Introduction

Having started writing for around 13 years now, I never really tried to show my stories to the public eye. I’ve had friends and family read them but nothing more. Opening this blog is a huge step for me and I hope you will enjoy the trip that I want to take you on. My world is full of magic, suspens, love and laughter and you are all welcome in it.

Thank you,

Lun.e

Yo, my peeps! It has finally arrived! The rewrite of my PFM series has finally been released! It took a little longer than I thought but I got it out and I will hopefully be posting a chapter a month but that isn’t a guarantee. I have been working on a secret project that won’t be ready for release for a little while, but so far, I think it’s some of the best writing I’ve done in a while. So, I hope you all enjoy the new series: Pokemon Fire Mario: Behind the Portal. Production on the first chapter has already started, but I don’t know when I’ll release it, hopefully by next month, maybe sooner if schoolwork doesn’t get in the way, but I hope you all enjoy and I will be releasing teaser images and… I guess trailers, though in word form… Huh… Anyway, I hope you enjoy and I’ll post again soon. Dragon Out!

Link to story: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13383899/1/Pokemon-Fire-Mario-Behind-the-Portal

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Menjadi Seorang Istri

genap 15 hari aku menjadi seorang istri, masih aneh dan butuh banyak penyesuaian. Jika dulu aku hidup di zona nyaman bersama keluargaku (Ayah, ibu dan adek) kini aku harus berbagi waktu.

yang benar dan salah masih abu-abu, aku butuh bimbingan menjadi seorang istri yang baik, yg sholehah, yang di ridhai Allah. Kadang aku menolak keluar dari zona nyaman dan ingin tetap disana. Tapi sekali lagi, aku tidak bisa egois hanya memikirkan kenyamanan dan keinginanku.

aku harus bertarung dengan jutaan perasaan sedih, kacau, galau atau lainnya. Dan berpegangan hanya pada keajaiban tangan Tuhan. Aku yakin, Allah tidak akan salah menuntunku berjalan. Memberiku yang terbaik meski aku kerap menolaknya.

Mungkin aku kurang bersyukur, atau Allah memang sengaja mengujiku untuk menghapus semua dosaku. Aku hanya ingin berbaik sangka pada-NYA.

semoga aku dan semua orang yang kusyangi, mendapat keridhoan hidup. amin.

new story.

so like, i have a story already out called “the girl in the orange dress” but i think  i wanna start a new one. and let “the girl in the orange dress” die because i just dont feel that one any more now that i have more idea’s. 

Smiles in the Dark: Part 1

“Kenneth Odon Taxus and Emberly Seraphine Taxus were loving parents who will be greatly missed by all who knew them,” said the pastor solemnly as the two caskets were lowered into their respective graves.

Ramona felt someone bury their face in her black dress and looked down to see her sister crying. She held her younger sister close as tears ran down both their cheeks. Sobs could be heard from everyone in attendance. Even the pastor was blinking back a few.

But then, suddenly, silence. Ramona looked up in shock and saw the two caskets in flames. Piles of ashes were now where people had once been. She looked where her sister had been to see another pile of ashes.

“No!” Mona screamed as she awoke in a cold sweat.

She glanced around the dark room, breathing heavily. It was only a dream, wasn’t it?

“Winnie? Winnie?!” Ramona whispered, still a bit worried from her nightmare.

“What?” A sleepy voice answered. “Is it time to wake up?”

“No, Winnie, I was just checking something. Go back to sleep.”

Ramona listened as her younger sister went back into a steady pattern of breathing and released a breath she hadn’t even known she’d been holding. She supposed she should’ve been used to that nightmare by that point. It’d been appearing every night since the fire, and she just wished it’d stop. She hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in months.

“Goodnight, Winnie.” Mona whispered, sitting up and leaning her head against the wall.

It was going to be a long night.