Ooh!! I actually have a blog for writing short stories!!! (I don't have many followers though... :( 

So.. I'll share some on here. I hope you guys like them! 

An Author’s Worst Foe

"Argh!” The girl shouted, pounding her fists on the table in exasperation. “I can’t write anything!!!” 

She had all the tools she needed: her pencils, a stack of paper for brainstorming, a computer for typing rough drafts, headphones to listen to music while writing, and most importantly, she had her imagination.

Her pencils lay forgotten on the table, ready and eager for someone to pick them up. They knew the pencil was mightier than the sword; that with a pencil in hand, one could change the world! However, with no inspiration, this girl could change nothing. 

The girl leaned back in her chair. She had met this foe before, each time able to defeat it. Yet it recurred over and over, each time stronger than before. It came to every author: the dreaded writer’s block. She longed for some new insight on what to write down, something to put on her paper other than random doodles. 

She sighed. “I need a break.” Stepping out from behind her desk, she walked to the kitchen for a snack and to get a drink of water before returning to work. 

As soon as she stepped back into her room, self doubt and fear filled her mind. “You’re not an author. You can’t do this. You’re not creative, or imaginative. You can’t even come up with any ideas for beginning a story!”

The girl shook her head. She refused to believe those thoughts. She would prove them wrong. All she needed was one idea and then she could bounce off from it until it grew into a fleshed out paper. 

She sat down again at her desk and picked up a pencil. Many ideas for stories swirled through her mind, but none caught her attention. She bit her lip and tapped the pencil’s eraser thoughtfully on her chin. The blank page in front of the girl seemed to mock her for the lack of creativity. “See? What did I tell you? You can’t do it. You never could.”  The girl shook her head defiantly as she tried to get those thoughts out of her mind. 

She was not willing to give up to writer’s block yet.

“No. I CAN do this, and I WILL.” Putting pencil to paper, the girl began to scrawl down ideas as quickly as they came to her mind. One included a hopeless romantic and her love life, another included the Greek goddess Artemis, and yet another included a small girl named Glory. Each idea more breathtaking than the next. Still, each idea needed time to grow, and unfortunately, time was something the girl did not have. Her paper was due the next day.

She bit her lip again and ran a hand through her hair. She couldn’t think of any more ideas. None of what she wrote down earlier sparked excitement. She was ready to give up; ready to give in to the writer's block or let it win the battle of her self doubts and doubts of being an author. 

She started to put her pencil back down on the desk when all of a sudden, a flash of creativity struck. She smirked. Writer’s block would not win today and wouldn’t win ever again, as long as she had a trusty pencil by her side and a little imagination. Her eyes gleamed with passion as she clutched her pencil and began to write: 

“It stared at me with it’s blank eyes, face completely devoid of emotion. The dreaded writer’s block. Paired along with its partner in crime, a blank piece of paper, they were the deadliest adversaries to any budding author. They pierced the very depths of my soul. 

I had faced these foes before. With a sharp pencil by my side, and my imagination, I was no match for any paper or writers block I faced. But today was different.”

The girl paused to think, then returned to write more. Today, she learned to defeat the enemy, to turn her writer's block into a stepping stone-an opportunity filled with hope instead of fear. She grinned. 

“I can’t wait to show this to my teachers tomorrow.”

Chara's Finale

~~~~~ 

I tower over the husk of the young man who I had once known, dreary grey dust kicking up and spun about in a few unruly gales.

This is my fault. I hate myself more than ever. Why had I eve- 

No. 

No going back now.

I had already promised myself; no hesitating.

Besides, nothing is left in this abyss anymore, no one. I had done them all in with next to no effort. Except for him. He was different, he didn’t want to fight me. I knew; I could tell. Yet, ironically, he had been my best opponent. He knew and he hated it. He was just like me, but better, he didn’t-- couldn’t stop. He couldn’t afford to fail, and I could tell that he was desperate. He had to stop me, but, of course, that was impossible. Still, he had never lost his dignity, throughout everything. For a fleeting second I can almost admire him. I was actually almost stopped by this guy. 

But now, here he is, lying forlorn at my feet, the life long-drained from those worried eyes, closed, his face remaining calm all the while. 

Even after all that I’ve done, I’m unable to muster the courage to step away from him.

He’s all that I had left… he was what made this world so interesting, he balanced out everything else perfectly... No, I can bear it, just like I’ve dealt with everything else.

“Tara...”

It’s her, isn’t it! I spin around, terrified. I hadn’t thought I was able to feel fear anymore. But as I face her, I know. It’s true. I can’t do it anymore. 

It doesn’t matter, though. I started this, and I will end it, even if I know that she will win.

Just like how I always won. I have the same chances of winning against her as he had against me. It doesn't matter what I do.

Because, just as she says; 

she is me.

Just worse.

This- no, all- worlds are cruel and being the worst person means that you’ll be the last one standing. For a moment, everything seems to fall apart all over again.

It was all for nothing.

I knew it would turn out like this.

But I had hoped that I could resist my fate in the end. It turns out there is no happy ending for me. There never was.

Smiling bitterly, I step forward.

“You’re just like me!” She sings out, grinning eerily. 

“No, we are very different.” I retort, preparing myself for my rightly-earned punishment. Before I can move, though, my vision is clouded in ink, and I am no more.

Here is a short story I am working on called 'The Firelight Fairy'. Tell me what you guys think and give me advice on what I can improve!

The Firelight Fairy

Once upon a time,there was a fairy named Dasha. She was a Firelight Fairy. Her friends were Frilla, Enna, Annie, Elinor, and Silvermist.

 Firelight Fairies created The Northern Lights.There were also many other Firelight Fairies but Dasha and Elinor were special. Dasha created the northern lights on January 1st and Elinor created the northern lights on December 31st. The birthday of a Firelight Fairy is the day they perform The Northern Lights, for example, Dasha's birthday is on January 1st so she created The Northern Lights that day. Firelight Fairies also have special medallions that they receive after their first Northern Light debut. Dasha's charm had a gold (real gold) with a lacy fringe around it. And the most important part of medallion was the image on the center, the center of Dasha's had an image of fire. She hung it on a gold chain as a necklace. It was her most prized possession.

Today was Dasha's birthday! She woke up at the crack of dawn and packed food, a sleeping bag, a folded tent, and, her 2nd most prized possession, a glass case for her charm. It was 7:00 am by the time she was ready for the day-long journey ahead of her. Carly, Dasha's ladybug, helped her carry everything. At 10:00 am she approached a waterfall. She cupped her hands and drank some water.

At 12:00 she stopped and ate,then continued her journey. At nightfall she set up her sleeping bag and tent and ate dinner and took a nap. She woke 1 hour later and flew into the sky,she twirled and swirled. Behind her dancing lights trailed through the sky. 

“Whaahoooooooo!!!!" she called as she flew. 

The lights looked like fire, nipping at the night sky. Dasha's fiery hair swooped in the wind. She flew all over the peek of Mt. Shamrock for 20 minutes, then flew down to rest. 

In the morning, Dasha packed up and started down the mountain for home. It was 5:00 by the time she got back to Calico Garden, her home. Enna ran up to meet her.

"Guess what?!" she said. "Miss Milly found a new Firelight Fairy in the Founding Forest!" 

Fun Fact: I actually wrote this 3 years ago and now I edited it and will be adding more soon! 

To be continued....