Down: A Short Story

The air rushed by her, and out of her. She was screaming. She quickly ran out of air though, and it was hard to catch her breath. Her heart was racing, the only noise was the wind in her ears. Hair got in her mouth, and when she went to pull it away, she started to spin. Spiraling down towards the ground. She held her arms out to her sides, and she slowly flattened out. And she kept falling

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Then she pulled the release, the parachute billowing above her. The red fabric being the only thing protecting her from a messy demise. She looked over at her friends, who floated nearby. One started to laugh, unable to contain the shear energy from what they had just done. Anther one of her friends joined in, until the sound of laughter was all that could be heard. Between gales of laughter one if her friends shouted, "Best trip EVER!" And every one agreed. Nothing is much is better than skydiving in New Zealand.

I'll Be Back

Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry

Sorry about saying sorry so many times.

I am sorry I haven't been writing on my schedule, I have been getting a lot of homework and am juggling a few book ideas and organizing and procrastinating. I am writing to say I hope to start writing on schedule on April 26th 27th at the latest. I know that is a long time, I will try to post at least once a week, maybe with excerpts from my book things and probably a lot more stuff like this (sorry). But if anyone out there wants me to start writing regularly before that you can email me, tweet me, comment on my blog, write on my walls in blood, whatever you want. (Please don't do that last one, it would be creepy.) But if you do any of those things I will start writing right away. Promise. So again, I'm sorry. I will be back soon. :D

In a Sentence, a Story: Fame

The screams thundered through the building as he walked on stage, and started to sing.

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She put the guitar down, her album was complete.

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Twenty million fans, his dream had come true.

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Stepping off their first plane onto American soil, they had made it.

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Her first comment, someone had noticed.

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These are four sentences about fame. I'm not sure if they are accurate, but this is what I think of when I think of people becoming famous or being famous. I'm sorry I didn't have something better today, I sear I am trying. I really hope to write something better on Wednesday, stay tuned. Please feel free to comment, even if it is to tell me that I suck, I just want to know if anyone is reading. I promise that if you comment asking for it, I will have a really cool post next time.

Compulsive Apologizer

I have nothing to write. Sorry, I really wish I could figure something out, make something up. But my brain is fried. I guess I can write about my day; My day was pretty awesome. I would elaborate, but I'm going to wait a bit until I really write about it. I apologize to the few of you that have been waiting in anticipation for my next post, but if you just found my blog: Please don't leave! I usually do write a lot but right now I have nothing, so go check out the other stuff I wrote, It's pretty good, if I say so myself. I can write a haiku. Would that work? Here, a haiku for you:

I Can't write today

I have tried hard but I can't

I am so sorry

I am just so lazy today aren't I? Sorry. 

Oh! I know what I can do! 

I can do a post about my inability to say anything other than sorry in certain situations.

I am a genius! :D

Anyway, whenever I am confronted with an issue, or blame is placed on me, I apologize. Loudly and repetitively. It has gotten to the point where my father will tell me not to apologize. I don't know really where to go from there. But (just as one of the examples of the situations where I will break down into a puddle of apologies) whenever someone will say, "I have had the worst day." or "I lost my homework." I will say, "I'm sorry." People who don't know me that well will say something along the lines of "Oh, it wasn't your fault." But my friends have learned to just ignore me. 

But that's my story, I hope it was relatively interesting. My next post will be better I swear. Thank you for reading and please join my blog.

My Deadly YouTube Addiction

Where do I start with this? I discovered YouTube near the end September in 2013. Since then I have decided that I will never try drugs. The reason I bring that up is because drugs are supposed to be addicting, like really addicting, and YouTube videos aren't supposed to be so irresistible.

I will watch HOURS of YouTube.

I know that the first step of having a problem is admitting that you do, but it has not helped me in the slightest. I will have about six videos to watch when I get home from school. That can take anywhere from forty-five minutes to two hours. Then I will watch a video (this usually applies to gaming videos) and find that there is an entire playlist. I then have to watch the entire playlist. I once watched a playlist of twenty videos, each twenty minutes, in one day; that is not including the time I spent on other videos from other channels. I believe the problem is that I think that I can watch a twenty minute video in three minutes. Don't ask me how I have been able to convince myself of this, it is a skill that you must train years for, but I do know, it is definitely not a productive ability.

Some of you reading may understand. You may be sitting there, eyes filling with tears shouting "I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE!!" But some of you may be reading this thinking, This girl is completely insane. It isn't that hard to not watch something. She can just watch them later. But that's the thing. You are watching videos (many of them vlogs), and you may be following the YouTuber's twitter feed, and you can see how everything fits. It definitely seems like stalking, it feels like stalking at times.

-Random Story-

WARNING: I have a habit of slightly warping reality 

to my will for ease of writing and lack of a good

memory, so this isn't exactly a perfect recollection.

I was talking to my mom about one of the YouTubers that I watch, telling her about a video he posted, when she asked me, "Where did you meet him?" I was kind of suprized at this, I thought I had made it clear that he was a youtuber but I told her,

"Mom, he's a YouTuber, I don't know him in real life."

"You make it sound like he's your friend, you might want to be careful about that." I thought about it a lot after she said that.

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As I said in the story, I have come to 'know' these people. Definitely not perfectly, I couldn't write their biographies, but I have found that I think of them as friends. It's kinda weird. At least I think it is. I like YouTube this much because the people that make the videos, and are in them, seem more genuine (if that's the word) than any tv show. You start to know them, more or less, and it's cool to have a 'show' that you are watching that you can keep up with day by day. (I don't mean to call volgs 'shows' but that's the word I think most people can connect to.) Another thing is that the people in the videos are actually people, if you get what I am saying. When you watch a tv show or movie, the people you are watching and learning about are characters. (I personally love characters, so I'm not hating on tv I swear. I am also addicted to tv, but I will talk about that in a different post.) So I guess, over all, I just like YouTube videos because they are real people, and if they are acting they are there, and popular, because they want to be there and are good. So, yeah. That's my deadly YouTube addiction.

Is anyone else out there as addicted as I am, or more so? I hope I'm not alone. Thank you you reading! I hope it was remotely interesting and that you will keep reading. :D

-In Case You Were Wondering-

These are the youtubers that I am obsessed with

Shane Dawson: Shane & Shane Dawson TV

Joey Graceffa: JoeyGraceffa & Joey Graceffa Games

Lisa Schwarts/Lisbug: Lisbug

Shanna Malcolm: Shanna Malcolm

Alexis G. Zall: Alexis G. Zall

PewDiePie: PewDiePie

Smosh: Smosh

MyMusic: MyMusic

Tyler Oakley: Tyler Oakley

I watch other YouTubers as well but I was too lazy to put them all down. But if you want to know them all, just leave a comment and I will update the post.

Me, Myself, and I: A Kinda Sorta Q + A

I have been blogging for about a month now. Business is not 'booming', but I'm not complaining. The fact that you are reading this is amazing. So, I just decided to do a kind of self Q + A. So if you were asking yourself "Who is this random internet user", this is where you will find the answers. 

Name:

My name is Variant, Alex Variant

Age:

I am 15, so don't judge my writing ability

Gender:

Last time I checked I was a girl

Location:

I live near the capital of the US of A

Hobbies:

I can go on forever: Band, watching YouTube, marching band, blogging, jazz band, playing the piano, playing the tenor saxophone, hula (the dance not hula hooping), talking, reading, writing, and being generally awesome, being modest. Oh, and band. Did I mention band? 

Favorite YouTuber:

I would pick both Shane Dawson and Joey Graceffa. I watch loads of others though, if you want to know who else I watch, there is a post on My Deadly YouTube Addiction.

Favorite Actor:

I can't choose one, so here they are: Benedict Cumberbatch, Robert Downy Jr, Neil Patrick Harris, and Dick Van Dyke. 

Favorite Movies:

Oh my Goodness, here we go: Hedwig and the Angry Inch, all Pixar Movies, Iron Man one two and three, The Avengers, Alice and Wonderland (the Johnny Depp one), What's Eating Gilbert Grape, Forest Gump, Mirror Mask, Rocky Horror Picture Show, Saving Mr. Banks, Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, and so many more.

Favorite TV Shows:

How I Met Your Mother, Big Bang Theory, Sherlock, Modern Family, Simpsons, MyMusic (the web series)  

Favorite Books:

Skulduggery Pleasant (Scepter of the Ancients), Skulduggery Pleasant: Playing with Fire, Skulduggery Pleasant: The Faceless Ones, Skulduggery Pleasant: Dark Days, Skulduggery Pleasant: Mortal Coil, Skulduggery Pleasant: Kingdom of the Wicked, and Skulduggery Pleasant: Last Stand of Dead Men. Those were all from memory, I am going to go to Harvard!



There are loads of other things I can tell you about, but I will stop here. If you have any questions you want me to answer send them to alexandra.variant@gmail.com with 'My Burning Questions' as the subject. I will answer the question right away along with saving the question for my next Q + A post. Thank you so much for reading :D

Thea Griffin-Chapter 3: Home

It took Thea an hour and a half to get her plane to the airfield, three times as long as it took her to walk by herself. She had found rope in the back of the plane and was able to pull the plane through the fields, she didn't have enough fuel to do anything else. Thea walked her plane in front of one of the hangars that was still intact, and drooped the rope, collapsing to the ground with a sigh. She was so tired, she didn't want to get up, but she had to. She got up, and went to open the hangar. She grabbed te handle and was barely able to heave the door skyward, pushing it as high as she could until the safety locked the door above her. Thea slowly maneuvered her plane in, even though she knew that it wasn't safe to do so on her own. She was able to get it in without any damage to the hangar or her plane. 

Once she had closed the hangar, Thea started her long walk to the house at the other end of the airfield. As she walked, Thea though about how much her life had changed over the past few days. She missed her mother. But she knew that if she had stayed her life would have been spent on the ground, staring up at the skies. She didn't really regret her desicions, she just wished she had brought somone with her. Thea reached the house, found a broken widow, and went in. It was cleaner than she had expected, there weren't rodents running around, though there were a few birds living in the bookcases. It would do for her new home. Thea would have explored if she hadn't been so tired. She found a couch, and lay down. She fell asleep within minnutes, relaxing into a warm slumber. 

The next morning she was woken up by a voice, "Who are you? And what are you doing here?" Thea looked up into two worried blue eyes.