A Sparkle of Wonderment: Chapter 2

There are three orbs hidden throughout our land. One is in the moon children’s forest, another in the Garden of Flowers, and the last one in the Elvish land.” Ashlen had already gotten the one from his own land, but that had taken him two years. At this rate, will he be able to save the moon children’s forest, or will it return to the soil from whence it came? He had been studying moon children for years, and the very thought of them excited him, but they didn’t seem to want his help at all. Ashlen remembered last night. He yearned to see the moon child again. The touch of her cool hand still lingered in his.

He woke up and strolled to look for a pond. He spotted one at once, and quickly dove his hand into the water, creating ripples upon the surface. The fish in the pond scattered within seconds. He moved his hand around, looking for a pond plant that he could munch on. He felt one and ripped it from it’s roots. It was turgrus, his favorite water plant. Not only was it delicious, but it was very good for healing too. He climbed up into a tree for a morning view of the clouds and relaxed in a bed of leaves, at the top of an energy tree. He admired the blue sky, and he noticed shades of purple mixed within the clouds. The moon children’s forest tended to have strange affects on the sky, but Ashlen always found it quite beautiful. He meditated with his calming thoughts in the slim energy tree until he felt ready to move on with his journey. He remembered the elder telling him one last thing.

“When you enter the moon children’s forest, it is unlikely that you will see moon children, because they have been gone for many years, but if you do, tell them of your quest. They will know what to do. There is something, a map I’m sure, that they will show you. If they like you. You see, moon children are very confident, yet shy creatures. It can take years to get close to them.” Ashlen suddenly understood why the celestial moon child had acted the way that she did yesterday night. He should have been more careful.

He swung down from the tree and grabbed his brown cloth bag. The sun was warming his golden-spun hair. He smiled at the sight of such a beautiful morning sky. He continued to walk on what seemed to be a path. He continued until he suddenly reached a dead end. Confused, Ashlen contemplated turning around and going in a different direction. Before he could continue, he heard a small voice come from behind some trees.

“Hello? Who’s there?” Ashlen grabbed his handcrafted knife and gripped it tightly into his hand. He suddenly saw a small child approach him. Her hair was pitch black, her skin was ghost pale, and she looked up at Ashlen with pale watery eyes.

“Hello young one. Are you lost?” The child did not answer. Instead, she started to cry. Tears rushed down her face, and the tears came in gallons. Soon, Ashlen was covered in a puddle of tears. Suddenly afraid, Ashlen started to run. Before he could, the water stung his body and seeped into his veins. He was paralyzed. He heard the child speak,

“I always love the look on my victim’s faces when they realize that I am not some weak little child.” Ashlen turned his head an inch to see that the child’s eyes were black and large. It’s teeth were razor sharp, and it’s body was thin and slimy. Ashlen’s face turned pale and his feet felt glued to the ground.

Welcome to the beginning of the end.”

I hope you enjoyed part 2 of the story I am writing. I just wrote this out of boredom, so don’t take it too seriously. 🙂 Thank you for reading!

A Sparkle of Wonderment

The dim light sparkled in her eyes. The moonlight shone on her delicate skin, shining like a million diamonds in the starry sky. Her laugh was childlike, innocent, and it lingered throughout the misty forest. Lyna, she was called. Through the dim forest she walked, careful of every step. She was a moon child. A rare sight now to see. They were dying, as the destruction of the circlets was the main cause. Their energy was fading, and nothing was to be done. She did not mind though, because she had faith in her kind. Lyna swiftly swung down from a tree and landed gracefully in front of a pond. The moon’s reflection shimmered, and from her impact came ripples onto the pond’s surface. The water was so clear that glowing fish could be seen. Their bodies shone like gemstones, and they shimmered, like many things in the moon children’s forest. The forest was once a sacred place, but now, it became dreary. Few things of innocence were left.

Like a child, who often sees things in wonderment, she gazed upon the translucent pond. She smiled and dipped the tip of her finger into the water. The fish swam in patterns, excited at her presence. She laughed once again, like a small bell tinkling with delight. The wind whistled through the glowing blue trees. They glowed with power and truth. Lyna sat alone in the darkness, pondering about her life. What will she do to bring the circlets back? She didn’t want to be naive, she must be brave. She was stronger than most, but was she strong enough?

Suddenly, she heard a small rustle to her right. Her pointy ears perked up in caution.

“Who’s there?” Lyna asked confidently. She stood up and turned around. With her shoulders back and her head high, she was not afraid.

Something stepped out of the bushes. It was an Elvlish child. He did not look much like a child however, Lyna thought. His jawline was sharp, and his eyes were piercing green. Leaves adorned his body in a delicate fashion. His eyes met with Lyna’s, and he gazed at her presence in wonderment.

“I have not seen a moon child for many years, or has anyone!” Exclaimed the Elvish child. His smile lit up the forest, and he laughed with delight. Lyna looked at him cautiously. “There is no need to fear. For I am on a journey.” He stepped towards Lyna, reaching out his delicate hand, decorated with many rings and jewels. With caution, Lyna reached out her small hand, and took his. “You are beautiful. I have never seen something with such beauty. Your hair shines like crystal, and your eyes are like a jewel I have never seen before. Why are you alone? How old are you? You look like a child, yet something about you…” Lyna quickly withdrew her hand from his. Tears sprung to her eyes. Her hair flowed behind her as she ran and ran and ran. How dare he! He doesn’t even know me, Lyna thought. What am I to him? An object of beauty?

In shock, the Elvish child, Ashlen cried out, “Wait, I did not mean to cause offense! Please, I pray you, return. I wish to speak once more with you.” But she was too far off. Ashlen stood confused for five minutes, wondering about this celestial child that he had laid eyes upon. A pang of regret and sorrow swam through his entire being. Where did she go? Why did she have to leave? Out of the corner of Ashlen’s eye, something glowed upon the earthy ground. Two iridescent tears decorated the forest floor. They were shining ever so brightly, and Ashlen could not believe his eyes. Who was this wonderful creature? Will I ever see her again? Ashlen then promised himself, “I must see her beauty again.” With that last thought, he gathered a bed of leaves and thus fell asleep.

Lyna continued to run and run until her feet could carry her no more. She was running out of energy, and she must regain her strength before traveling farther. She flowed gracefully down onto a mushroom the size of her body, and closed her eyes. She called to the trees, and she absorbed their power. Her hair blew and waved about her head, and her body tingled with absorption. She was regenerated. Once again, she closed her lavender colored eyes, and commenced in the activity of sleep.

When Lyna awoke, she did not realize how far she had actually made it. She lay at the end of the moon forest. Before her stood the Garden of Flowers. The sun shone brightly, warming her face and softening her hair. The sky was ever blue this morning. Here lived the flower children. She had not seen them in years. Dew drops decorated the leaves and buds of flowers beginning to bloom. She looked around her, and she saw the flower children, laughing and chattering in that sweet delicate way that they always talked. You would never hear a flower child shout in anger, or yell at an octave louder than a flygone could. She once loved holding conversations with flower children. Ever sweet and kind they were. She lifted her body, and walked towards a Rosebud child.

“Hello, sweet one. How are you on this wonderful morning?” Lyna smiled with genuine kindness and spoke with care. The Rosebud child stared, wide eyed, and a smile broke across her face.

“Oh my! I have not seen a mood child ever in my life. I am amazed at how different, and quite beautiful you are. Oh, pardon me for my rudeness! I am happy this morning, especially now that I can hold a conversation with you!” The Rosebud child’s cheeks were blush colored and her pastel colored hair flowed down to her feet. Lyna smiled and wondered if there might be somewhere she can find something to eat. “Of course, sweetheart! Why, come to my cottage, if you please! I was only about to have my morning tea.” Lyna graciously accepted, thankful that she was here. However, her thoughts were corrupted with the Elvish child. She could not forget the way he laughed. His bright smile was something she had never seen before, and his wonderment at Lyna made her uncomfortable, but it also made her blush just thinking about it… Had she overreacted last night? A sting of regret hit her, and she suddenly felt upset that she had left him all alone, especially since the forest is not safe anymore! Oh, no, what if!…

Ashlen sat up from his bed of leaves. He rubbed his eyes and remembered where he was. His mind immediately refreshed itself.


This was a sample of the new story that I am writing. I am not sure how long I’ll continue, because this was mostly for fun. Thank you for reading and leave a comment if you enjoyed! 🙂

Rainy Days

Today was another rainy day. The trees were swaying in the chilly breeze, and the raindrops softly pranced on the rooftops of houses. Today was a blissful and quiet day. I tried to enjoy the weather, although it was dreadfully cold. Currently it is 37 degrees Fahrenheit.

I tried to catch up in my classes, because I am slightly behind, so I am almost there. I wish I could go outside and meditate, but obviously that won’t be happening anytime soon. It’s supposed to be rainy all week!

What I love about the rain is that is it is the best bedtime lullaby. I fall asleep so quickly and feel so nice and cozy in my small bedroom.

Rainy days are best paired with a good book, and a hot cup of apple cider, or herbal tea. What do you like to drink on rainy days?

I hope you are enjoying the weather wherever you are!

Thanks for reading.

My Religious Journey

Today I wanted to make a post about religion (yet again.) This post was inspired by my good blogger friend creativenessnevergetsold.wordpress.com, otherwise known as Kaitlyn Rose. Her blog is great and she is a very talented writer.

I made a post similar to this a while ago (Titled Religion versus Spirituality) and I thought I might update this. I’m just going to put this out there that I am not religious to this day. These are just my experiences.

I (like Kaitlyn,) grew up in a religious family, though they were accepting if I chose not to be religious. I grew up thinking that I was Christian. I believed in God, prayed at meals (mostly), prayed to God at night, and joined the Christian club at school. I grew up basically Christian, though I didn’t exactly go to church all the time.

As I grew older, I prayed less, and basically stopped thinking about God totally. I still knew he was there, and I reached out to him in difficult times, but I wasn’t exactly religious. I noticed myself becoming stressed, depressed even. At this time I was a young teenage girl, lost, and trying to find her way. Somewhere she fit in.

I am thankful that my parents didn’t force me to go to a specific church, and I’m glad that they let me figure out religion on my own. They were a little biased, but not once did they force me to believe in a certain religion.

I later discovered Buddhism online, and decided to look into it. After researching, I decided to follow the Buddhist lifestyle. Many people think that Buddhism is a religion, and some, like the Chinese or Japanese, consider it a religion, but I follow The Buddha’s word, not the religion that believes in reincarnation, karma, etc. The Buddha’s main message was not religious at all. Like I have said, religion is when you believe in something, but Buddhism is not something to believe in. It is a philosophy.

So, after discovering Buddhism, and after some more researching, I became agnostic/atheist. I’m not exactly sure what I would call it, but I think the logical side of me took over, and said that God probably doesn’t exist. There is no proof, blah blah etc.

I think this is where God comes in. After a while of being atheist, I realized, I can’t act like this. I can’t pretend to believe in something I don’t, and I knew deep down that God was still with me. I guess I didn’t want to admit it, but I never truly took God out of my heart. (Cheesy alert)

It’s quite hard to explain how I can be so logical, and at the same time believe in God, but the answer is quite simple. My soul belongs with God, and since I am a very spiritual person, I felt my soul connect with God. Once I realized this, a huge cloud was lifted from my eyes (spiritually) and I felt alive.

I now want to discuss that I do not believe in the Christian god. Some people may be thinking that I follow Christianity, but I don’t. Obviously there is nothing wrong with Christianity, but like I said in another post, you don’t need religion to be happy. Atheist, Agnostic, spiritual, etc. All of these kinds of people can be equally as happy as Christians. The reason I wasn’t happy was because it wasn’t for me. I actually don’t believe you NEED God in your life to have a happy life. That is kind of offensive to atheists and non-believers if you ask me. Actually, many religious people can be very depressed, and religion may not truly help them.

Religion is very important to some, and the truth is because people want something that will always be there. Humans, money, and items are changing frequently, but a religion in your life stays the same. This is why religion is important to many. They have something to reach out to when there is nobody else, and they have something to rely on.

I don’t mean to offend religious people, but I am super happy without an organized religion. I feel as if I don’t have to conform to a certain set of guidelines, especially if I don’t truly believe in them, and I can be free in this life.

I don’t believe my God gets angry, gets sad, or upset. These are human emotions, and to me, God is not human, nor does he carry any human characteristics. God is a spirit, God is the universe. God is everywhere at the same time. God is in the trees, the wind, the rain.

I don’t believe in heaven or hell, and for a while I believed that there was only heaven because no one is truly evil. Something always made them that way, etc. But now I believe that there is no point in thinking endlessly on where we go. We will never truly know. It would be nice to have a heaven to go to when you die, but it seems superficial to me. I think that there is a possibility that there will be a land beyond Earth, where your soul reconnects with God and loved ones, but I’m not sure if that’s heaven. Heaven (to religious people) is a reward, and I’m not sure how or why humans would get this reward. What about animals? Where do they go?

I’m upset that humans seem to focus on themselves alone, and MANY religious people view animals as lower than us, (which is honestly disgusting,) but I can’t help that. Humans are humans. Selfish, greedy, and not trustworthy. Maybe that’s why I don’t think there’s a heaven. (No offense, humans don’t deserve it if they torture animals…)

I also get kind of angry when parents raise their children THEIR religion, without giving the child much choice. That child then gets the idea that this is the one TRUE religion, and that everyone else’s is wrong. They never get to experience other things for themselves, and kill me for saying this, but that’s probably why the largest religions have such a high population…

My main message that I want to convey is that I am happy being spiritual, and I wish more people were, but obviously I can’t do anything to change that.  I wish everyone would challenge themselves, challenge your religion, ask questions, and think to yourself why that is. Don’t blindly believe. Unless you want to stay in the dark. (Ignorance is bliss.)

These are my personal opinions, and I don’t mean to cause offense to anybody. I made this post for people who are struggling with religion or if you want to know about people like me, who are happy without an organized religion.

Thanks for reading.

Little Short Story


(I have been pondering publishing this short story for a while now because I find it kind of silly, but I want to hear some opinions! Please let me know what you think.)

You could say I’ve failed in life. Mid twenties, messy brown hair, beard growing in, basically jobless, and 12 tattoos decorating my body. That basically describes me, you know, in a nutshell. I always concentrated in school (not really,) and I always yearned to pursue writing. I took philosophy, creative writing courses, and completed a liberal arts degree in college. I had such high hopes for myself. Pretty ironic that I ended up a bar tender.

Okay, I wouldn’t say that I’ve entirely failed. Sure, my social life is down the drain, I text my mom once a day, and I avoid human contact in public as much as I can, but hey, at least I am sort of good at writing.

It was 11 pm, and I was straining myself to think of the next chapter for my sci-fi novel. I cracked my knuckles and placed my fingers against my ancient typewriter that I got from eBay. The words weren’t flowing to me tonight. Eh, what the hell, might as well step outside for a smoke. It was kind of breezy outside, and the Portland streets were pretty bare, except for the occasional hybrid or mini van passing by. I lit my cig and proceeded to smoke when something caught my eye. Across the street, my eyes laid on this woman. At the exact moment, our eyes joined. She flashed a smile so bright that was visible, even from across the street, and in that moment I knew I had to talk to her. She looked so strange yet so familiar. Who was she? Describing her, she had long flowy black hair, rounded frames, and what looked like a shiny leather jacket. I blinked a few times, tore my eyes from hers awkwardly, and instantaneously advanced in her direction. I was so mesmerized by her that I actually almost got run over by some truck. What the hell? It came out of no where. As soon as I turned back to look at her, praying that she didn’t see, she was gone.


I looked hard for her, wondering why she could have left so soon, but reluctantly decided to return to my studio apartment. Thoughts of who she could be filled my head and corrupted my mind.

That night I didn’t sleep.

The next morning, okay fine it wasn’t morning, the next afternoon (2 p.m. to be exact,) I woke up with a clouded head. Why was this girl still fastened in my mind? I don’t even know her… Some freak I am.

I poured some cereal and splashed some hemp milk in the bowl, quite messily. I felt like I was hung over but I hadn’t had a drop to drink yesterday. I ate my breakfast in silence, enjoying the breeze coming through my narrow window, and inhaled the smell of the city.

I sat down on my cushion and tried to progress my novel, but it just wasn’t working today either. All of a sudden, I abruptly stood up, paced to the door, and went outside. It was odd, and I felt as if my body was moving itself. Five minutes later I found myself across the street to where she was last night. Of course, she wasn’t there. Why am I even here? In front of me was a 7-eleven, so I decided to just buy a pack of cigarettes while I was there.

“Hello, how can I help you?” Said a pimpled short teenager in a drone voice.

“Just a pack of any cigs, please.”

I looked around the store, letting my eyes gaze upon all of the foods that could eventually kill you. Cheetos, hot dogs, milkshakes. I felt a little sick. I turned back around and took the pack from the cashier, and then handed him a ten.

“Thanks.” I sighed. No thank you back? Man, the service is terrible everywhere now-a-days.

I rolled my eyes, and headed towards the door. At the same time that I reached for the handle, somebody else did too. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was her.

Hypocritical Human Rights Activists

Since becoming vegan, it has really changed my perspective on things. I feel as if I am breaking free of this conformed society that makes you follow specific gender roles, habits, and even food roles. “We are supposed to eat meat, blah blah blah.”

I have also noticed something recently.

Hypocritical human rights activists. With all due respect, how can you be “pro-life” and then contribute to killing an animal and eat it for lunch? Didn’t that animal have a life too? Didn’t that animal want to live too? You can’t be pro-life and eat animals. It’s as simple as that. As for “blah blah we need to eat meat, etc.” I have plenty of posts on my blog that you can check out about veganism and why eating meat is harmful.

Gary Yourofsky, a fellow vegan and animal rights activist, has opened my eyes to how hypocritical humans are. People preach about feminism, LGBT rights, and black rights, and then sit down to chomp down a steak. (Spoiler alert: that used to be a living, breathing, animal who was tortured to death, just so you could have your “steak on the plate,”) So the next time you preach about human rights, just know that you are an animal too. We are not separate from animals. We are animals. I believe that no animal is lower than me. Humans are not superior. Many people may disagree, and they have been brainwashed to do so, but facts, science, and logic say otherwise.

My message is not “be vegan, and then you can preach,” I’m just simply showing the hypocrisy of humans. We do not own this Earth, we are not better than animals, so you really have no right to eat them. You CAN, but it’s not a matter of CAN you do it, it’s SHOULD you do it. I CAN eat a poisonous snake, sure. But should I? Same concept here.

It infuriates me to no end when these pro life supporters preach about saving an UNBORN fetuses life, and then eat a once LIVING and sentient being. Just saying, when most abortions are performed, the fetuses don’t feel pain. But the living cows that have their mothers ripped away from them and that are tortured to no end… do. An unborn fetus is NOT in any way higher than a LIVING cow, chicken, goat, etc.

That doesn’t mean that I want to kill fetuses, in fact, personally I would never get an abortion, but this isn’t my point. My point is that I SEE YOU! Don’t think you can get away with your hypocrisy.

Thanks for reading.


The screams. The cries. The tears ran down my face. I went in and out of consciousness. Where was I? Oh, right. The memories started to flow back to me; one painful memory after the other.

Our homes, scattered, burned, crashed, all just a memory. The blood drooled slowly down my forehead. What are they going to do with us? What do they want with us?

I heard the screeches again.

I heard the cries, the screams, the sound of bones being crushed slowly. Help.

Somebody help me.

I smelled fear in the air. I smelled Death just around the corner. He’s ready to take me, drag me, pull me, out of my body. He’s ready to smile at me and swoop me out of this life. Doesn’t my life matter? Death, give me a chance.

I slipped in and out of consciousness multiple times. I don’t remember how many.

I can’t remember them, but then again I don’t want to.

Suddenly, something as cold as ice kicks me, crushing my rib, and grabs me by my hair. I yelped in agony, afraid of the seconds coming next. The thing then kicked me, bit me, and screeched so violently that it shivered me to the bone.

Wait, is this thing laughing? It laughed again, kicking me, poking me, and threw me forcefully into a crate. I screamed for help. For somebody. Nobody comes.

I woke up again, and took in my new surroundings. I was crammed with people! I asked them, “Where are they taking us?” But nobody answered. A man has convulsions in a corner. A woman with deep colored skin cries, screams, and pulls out her hairs, ripping them, one by one. I heard the screeches again. I covered my ears, my eyes, hoping for it to be over soon. Somebody. Please come.

I woke up again. I smelled the smell of metal. Or was it blood?

I slowly looked up. I saw hundreds of people!


“Help!” I screamed, as hoarse as my throat feels. Then I noticed something else.

They are not… alive.

They are hung by their feet. Their flesh drooled off of their bodies. Their bodies are limp, absent from life. Blood drools out of various cuts and slashes on their bodies. Guts hung from their stomachs. I vomited violently multiple times. Bodies everywhere.

When will this nightmarish dream end? I screamed again. Nobody comes.

The next time I woke up, I was moving. Wait, somebody is moving me. I was being pushed in a crate, crammed with corpses. Their bodies reek of Death.

I try to find my perpetrators. I looked around the torture chamber. I noticed something moving out of the corner of my eye. I saw something that I knew in my 10 years of life I had never seen before. It towered over me. Small and deep-set black eyes pierced into me. It’s body was covered in blood. It opened it’s mouth and bore it’s razor bloody teeth. I shut my eyes and tried to erase it from my memory. I couldn’t open my eyes again. I just couldn’t.

I heard the screech again, this time angry. I felt a sudden sharp pain sting through my body. I opened my eyes to see It again.

It slammed by body into a crate. The crate started moving. Enormous metal double doors opened, and a bright light burned my eyes. Looking up I saw the sky, and looking down I saw mud everywhere. I looked at the sky. It was pure blue. I forced myself to only look at the sky. If this would be my last moment, I would like to look at something familiar, something pure.

I started to hear faint voices. They were screaming, yelping, shrieking, squealing, and crying. I started to get closer, and closer to the voices.

I was ripped out of the brief safety that was my crate, and shoved into a metal tube. My head stuck out of the end, and I was upside down.

I took a deep breath. And then it was over.



I hope you enjoyed my first short story. This is actually based on a true story, if you look at the animal’s perspective. 65 billion animals are slaughtered this way every year. To them, we are monsters. I don’t want to be a monster. Stand up for animals and make a change. Be a saint, not the devil.