Is a dandelion a weed or a flower?
Is a dandelion a weed or a flower?
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Humans killing humans.
All have skin.
All have eyes.
All have souls.
Why treat some humans differently than other humans?
We are all unique, but we are the same in ways too.
Weeeeeeeird title, I get it.
Okay… um, let’s try this again. 😅
Hiya bloggers! Welcome back to Spectacular Selina! Woo-hoo! *awkward applause*
Erm. Right. Onto the post! I will be showing you all another short story! I did one before, and so here’s a new one! Also, if you would liiiike, you can give me some name suggestions for the next story in the comments!
Alright, I should really stop blabbering. Let’s get this
party story started!
Hope you enjoyed!
Hiya! Sorry I’ve kept you all waiting…
So, please listen. If you are not on the top 3, that’s okay! You’ll win this:
Alright, enough of my talking, let’s present the winners!
Again, please don’t feel bad you didn’t make the top three! There is always another chance. 😊
Okay, now are you ready for the stories? Here we gooooo
“Get out! I don’t want to see your face ever again!” her Dad yelled. It wasn’t like she tried to make him mad every day, he was just ridiculous. He tried to get her to slave away for him, the dirty scumbag. This time she was done. Anger pumped through her veins. Her head pounded. She wasn’t thinking straight, so she ran into the deep Alaskan woods that were the backyard of their secluded cabin. She didn’t know where to go, all she knew was that she wanted to be anywhere but there.
Mckenna ran for what felt like hours, but was probably only fifteen minutes. She stopped running, exhausted, the adrenaline leaving her body. She sagged against a tree. It had always been like this, ever since her Mom had died. Her Dad had gotten angry at her whenever he had a chance. Today, she tried to stay nice, it was the day before his birthday, and she didn’t want to ruin that.
Obviously her plan failed. She looked around her, just now noticing that big, grey clouds were creeping in, destined to bring a snowstorm. She had to find shelter- and fast!
Brynn Bowman was running away. Unlike Mckenna, he wasn’t running because he was angry or sad. It wasn’t about any of his emotions really. He had just finished his job, and was moving along to find another one before they found out what he had done to him. His “job” was hiring himself out as a farm hand or worker and then stealing from his employer and giving the goods to his real employer Elanor Carrol, who was vicious in her own right. She would then sell the goods and give him half the money, basically hiring him to do the dirty work.
It was easy in the little Alaskan towns where everyone was so trusting. He didn’t necessarily like his job, but it paid well, and what else was he supposed to do, with his dad dead at an oil rig, and his mom having died from the cold after his dad’s death. He was cutting through the woods to find his next farm when it started snowing. Hard. He searched for shelter and made a lean-to out of sticks and branches. At least it would keep him from freezing. He settled down for a long wait.
Brynn listened to the whirling winds bringing more and more snow, and noticed another, fainter sound. It was crying. Who would be out in a blizzard alone, crying? They had to be nearby, so he peeked out of his lean-to and saw a curled figure covered in snow. The crying stopped immediately when the girl looked up and saw him. She scrambled back, probably afraid he’d do something to her. He must have looked horrendous, covered in snow, all muddy from gathering supplies for the lean-to.
“Wait,” Brynn said. “I can help. You can stay in my lean-to and wait for the blizzard to end. If you stay out there, you’ll freeze to death.” The girl was almost gone, but she looked back and started walking toward the lean-to.
Mckenna crawled into the tiny lean-to and curled up. “Who are you?” Brynn asked. “I could ask the same of you.” Mckenna replied. Brynn already knew he was going to like this girl. She was sassy and could hold her own.
“You can call me Brynn. Now who are you?” “I am Mckenna Jones.” “Why is a nice girl like you out in a blizzard all alone?” “It’s a long story.” Mckenna mumbled and looked away. Brynn decided not to push it for now.
Who was this guy? Who hides in a snowstorm? I’m an exception, I wasn’t thinking straight, but him-Brynn, he seems fine. He seems like he has something to hide. He has something to hide. Mckenna repeated that thought in her head. It sounded right, but she still didn’t want it to be true. She took a few calming breaths before her panic ensued. I am trapped in a lean-to with a strange guy who is super suspicious. What am I going to do?!? There was nothing she could do to stop it. All her emotions from that day flooded over her, drowning her in a sea of panic.
What’s wrong with her? Her face is panicked and her eyes are closed. Is she going into cardiac arrest or something? Brynn thought. He reached over to shake Mckenna, worried that she might not be okay. She opened her eyes. He could feel the fear seeping into his body. She was fine, but he had scared her. Of course. Some random guy invites you into a lean-to in the middle of a blizzard. Of course you’d be scared. I need to tell her my story. Not my real one. The fake one. She seems too nice to lie to. He pushed that last thought away and started to tell her his fabricated history.
“I work at a farm in Whittier. I was sent to gather wood, but the blizzard struck out so suddenly that I knew I wouldn’t make it in time, so I made this here lean-to.” That story seems to reassure her a bit. Brynn decided to stay quiet, as she still seemed freaked out.
He was lying. I could tell. I can always tell. He didn’t want to, but he was lying. Why lie and tell someone a fake story?
She’s on to me. She still thinks I’m lying. Which I am, to her defense. I’ve been lying since I was a baby, why isn’t this working? It always works. They fall right into my sick trap. She’s smarter than that. All I need to focus on is getting out of this blizzard alive and make sure she doesn’t find out that I’m a criminal.
“I have to go,” Mckenna told Brynn.
“Why? You’ll die out there. We have to wait it out.”
“There is no we,” Mckenna said, spite evident in her voice. “You can stay here as long as you want, but I am going to leave. It’s safer in the blizzard than it is in here with whoever you are.”
With that, Mckenna stalked out into the blizzard, leaving Brynn behind, never to see her again.
A LOVE MORE THAN THE MOON’S
“Destiny,” my grandma used to tell, “One day, you’ll find a person who’ll love you
more than the moon. Never lose him.”
I hadn’t understood it then. I was just so happy to know the moon loved me. I hadn’t
wondered about the next part at all. When I was a 6-year-old girl, she used to bring
me to this hill. It wasn’t too high. It wasn’t too low. It was just right. We used to sit on
a bench, with me dangling my legs and looking at the night sky. But the sky never
had many stars.
“Gramma, why there are only 2 stars in the sky?” I used to ask.
“Destiny, the star on the left is you and the star on the right is me.”
“Then, I’m happy. I don’t want any more stars. Your shine is bright enough for all of
them, gramma.” I had hugged her.
Later, I had put my head on her lap and slept. She had said something after making
sure I was asleep. But little did she know, my acting skills were good even then.
I missed her. 12 years since then. She had left me, due to old age. But she was
always alive in my heart. I had gone to the hill – our hill one day when I had missed
her terribly and was feeling very lonely. I had hoped to see her star. But it was gone.
There was only one star. Mine.
It was like hell was breaking loose. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know where else
to go. I was so lost. But I knew I had to move on. It was what grandma would’ve
wanted. She had wanted me to find that person. And that was exactly what I would
I went home that night, thinking about what my grandmother had told me. Would I
ever find that person? I didn’t know. But if it was grandmother’s wish, then I knew my
angels would fulfill it for sure.
Later that night, my best friend, Dexter called me.
“So, I wanted to let you know that, tomorrow we have to kiss.”
“WHAT?! Why? ”
“Uh, because I’m finally in love with you!”
“What the hell? Don’t joke Dex, you know what I’ll do!”
“Ok, ok cool down! But we do have to kiss, Juliet!”
Only then did I realize that we were Romeo and Juliet. “Oh crap, I forgot Romeo and
Juliet have to kiss. “
“Everyone should leave it to you, to forget the most obvious things.”
I ignored him and continued, “But what about my first kiss? I can’t just waste it so
“I am hurt, Des! I’m really hurt. What do you mean when you say kissing me will be a
waste? You’ve hurt my man pride!” he sounded so serious, but I knew he was joking
or so I chose to think.
“Haha! Very funny. Anyways, we have to not kiss.”
“And how do you plan on doing that?”
“Easy peasy lemon squeezy! Romeo and Juliet die at the end. But that does not
mean we really have to die. We are just acting like we are dead, right?”
“We have to do the same thing now. We have to act like we are kissing. But we
shouldn’t actually kiss. We should stand very close to each other. Then, no one will
doubt a thing.”
“Ok, whatever.” his tone was sour but I overlooked it. We bid goodbye and hung up
When I went to bed a few minutes later, I thought about how in an instant Dexter
had made me feel not-so-lonely. I wondered if he was the one for me. But then, I
shut that thought. Of course, he wasn’t. We were best friends. It would ruin
everything if we tried to be more than that.
That night, I slept not knowing I was in for a blissful dream.
I was very nervous to go to school. How could I face Dex now? I had enjoyed my
dream and that made it even more difficult to face him.
We were sitting on the bench of the same hill me and my gramma used to go. Me
and a boy whose face I couldn’t see. It was so peaceful sitting next to him. There
was silence in the air, but it didn’t feel awkward. It was like my gramma approved
whatever was happening. Then, slowly the boy turned towards me and leaned in. I
wasn’t shocked to see him. It was like I already knew it was Dex, who was sitting
next to me. I leaned in too and our lips met. It was pure bliss. It was like the most
natural thing, us kissing.
I had woken up with a start. The last thing I saw was his beautiful black eyes. It was
etched in my mind.
I avoided him the whole day. But I knew I had to face him when we have to practice
for Romeo and Juliet. And why did it have to be today, the day we have the kissing
No one was there when I entered the auditorium. My plan had worked so far. Dex
was always late for theatre class and so, I had come 20 minutes before the class just
so that I can avoid him at least till we go on stage. I didn’t realize someone come
Suddenly, a pair of hands hugged me from my back, and I hit the chest of someone.
“Oh my God, Destiny! It’s me!” Dex shouted and I stopped shrieking as I heard his
“I hate you Dex! Are you mental? Why are you early, by the way?” I asked him.
“Of course I’m not mental!. And to answer your second question, I followed you here.
Why are you avoiding me?”
Only then did I realize how close we were. He was hugging me from the back! His
breath was on my neck, for God’s sake!
I pulled away from him completely flustered.
“Huh? I was not avoiding you Dex. I was just busy. That’s it.” I lie to him as steadily
as I could.
“Whatever. So shall we practice that kissing scene till everyone else comes?”
I really didn’t want to. But I knew he would be hurt if I tell him that. So I nodded and
“If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready to stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.”
“Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss.”
“Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?”
“Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.”
“O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turns to despair.”
“Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.”
“Then move not, while my prayer’s effect I take.
Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.”
“Then have my lips the sin that they have taken.”
Dex was so close now. Why hadn’t I noticed how handsome he looks? I didn’t know.
And up close, I could see his flawless skin. His black eyes and long lashes. His lips
looked so soft.
I don’t know what came over me. I was not like this. I never saw Dex like this. But I
did something irreversible. I gave a peck on his lips. As soon as I realized what I had
done, I didn’t know what else to do. So, I started running but, he pulled my hand. I
was so scared.
Suddenly, voices were heard outside the auditorium. We turned around to see what
it was, and thank God, I was saved. Our classmates and our teacher were entering
The kissing scene practice was postponed because many of us were not perfect in
the previous scenes.
When it was not mine and Dex’s scene, I tore a sheet of paper and wrote: I’m
extremely sorry Dex! I don’t know what came over me. I promise it won’t happen
ever again. Please don’t bring it up! I’m truly sorry. You can not talk to me if you
want. I will give you anything you want, to make it right. Just forgive me!
I ran over to where he was sitting and kept it in front of him and ran back. He looked
up in confusion, but I was already hiding behind the door. He read the letter and
shook his head.
Suddenly, I heard my phone vibrate. Dex had sent a message. Of course. I could’ve
texted him too. But, me being me, I had forgotten that it existed. God! Dex knew me
inside out. Everyone should leave it to me, to forget the most obvious things.
The text read: It’s ok, Des! I can understand that I’m irresistible. Now stop hiding
behind the door and come here.
I rolled my eyes at his text but went to him nevertheless.
Our theatre practice(without “The Scene”) continued for a week and everything was
back to normal between me and Dex.
My first kiss was gone, and I didn’t care about how it would not even be considered a
kiss. But, Dex had started looking different to me. I observed him whenever I could. I
appreciated his visuals. I kept replaying our not-so-romantic kiss. And I started
dreaming about him more and more.
Each and every dream had the same setting. And I started wondering if my angels
were indicating something.
One day, after school, Dex came to my house for practising. My mom and dad had
gone to my aunt’s place, so we had the whole place to ourselves.
So obviously, we did what best friends do when they are left alone. We talked and
talked. We never seemed to run out of topics. We discussed the show we had after
Later, we watched our all-time favorite movie: Gifted. Dex knew I had a huge crush
on Chris Evans. He started teasing me about him.
“You know you can never get him. Why don’t you just date me? I’m available.”
“I don’t want to date both of you. I just have a crush on you guys. That’s it. Nothing
more.” CRAP CRAP CRAP! I was too late to realize what I had just blabbered. Dex
looked completely shocked. He had stopped breathing.
“Crap! Dex, I didn’t mean that ok? You know I’m crazy. You know how I mix up
words. I’m sorry Dex! Crap, I ruined everything, didn’t I?” tears were forming inside
my eyes and a single drop came rolling down my cheeks.
Only then did Dex come out of his trance.
“Des! Don’t cry! Please! You haven’t ruined anything, all right? I like you too! In fact-
“Ok, shh! I want to take you somewhere.” I wipe my tears and pull him up from my
bed. Now that he had confessed, I was no longer scared of losing him.
My angels, my gramma, they were all trying to indicate this. And so, I had to take him
there. This boy, the boy I had loved all along without even realizing it, I had to take
him to my home. My real home. The home my grandma showed me.
We went to the hills. It was already getting dark. But I thought, the darker, the better.
“What’s this place and why didn’t anyone know it existed?” he asked me.
“The road leading to the hill is too small. One can only notice it if they come walking.”
As we neared the foot of the hill, he called me from behind.
“Destiny, do you remember in the letter, you had written you would give anything I
wanted.” I nodded, confused why he was bringing up this, now. “I want to ask you
something now. Can you give it?”
“If it’s reasonable, then sure!” I replied.
“Kiss me.” He ordered.
“W-what? Why? Why now? Why after all these years?” It took me great effort to ask
him this. If it were morning now, he would’ve noticed how red I had gone.
“Destiny, I had a crush on you from the start. But as we spent time together, I
realized that my crush had developed. I was falling for you. Hard!”
“That day, when you kissed me, I realized that I had already fallen for you. My hopes
increased when you did that. You must have seen something in me if you had given
your first kiss so easily.”
“I was hurt when you apologized. I tried to forget it ever happened. But today, you
did it again. And now, I have to tell you how I really feel. I can’t hold it any longer.”
“Destiny Archer, I love you. I have always loved you. Be with me. Be with me
forever. I’ll love you more than the moon.”
That last sentence was all it took. I went and hugged him hard. He kissed my cheeks
and pulled back.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” he asked me.
I just stared at him, not able to remember what I had forgotten.
He laughed and said, “Seriously Des? I was joking in the past when I said this. But
today, I mean it.” He shook his head. “Everyone should leave it to you, to forget the
most obvious things.”
Only then did I realize what I had forgotten. I had to give it to him. I knew. It was a
reasonable request. But I was too shy. So, I went near him, and gave him a quick
peck on his lips, and started running uphill. Only this time he couldn’t catch me like
he did the last time.
I ran till I was only a few meters away from the top. He caught up with me pretty
soon and held my hand. I tried to escape his grasp. I really did. But I tripped over a
stone and fell. I pulled him down with me and within a second he was on top of me.
“Destiny, what you gave me was not even a proper kiss. You know it too. Why do
you make it so hard for me?”
“I-” he didn’t give me a chance to finish. His lips were on mine. At first, it was soft and
slow. It felt like I was in heaven. Then, the urgency increased and our kiss
The moonlight spilled on us as we kissed. The lonely star was not-so-lonely now.
There was another star close to it. It was glowing. But we were oblivious to it as we
continued to kiss like it was the last time we’ll be allowed to do that.
It was planned all along. It was my grandmother’s wish, and now, my angels had
Our play finally got over today. It was appreciated by everyone. I and Dex didn’t act
like we were kissing. We actually kissed, as we embraced each other. The feeling he
gave me was euphoric.
“I love you more than the moon, Dex” I whispered in his ears, as we made our way to
“I will be gone soon, Destiny. And I am leaving you to him. He’ll love you. He’ll love you more
than me. He’ll love you more than the moon.” Gramma whispered that beautiful, dark night.
I hope you enjoyed!
I’m back with another book review! Today, I will be reviewing… (drumroll please) hold on a sec, it says it in the title. 🤦♀️
Okay, on with the post. 👇
This summary is for the first book in the series!
When street magician Carter runs away, he never expects to find friends and magic in a sleepy New England town. But like any good trick, things change instantly as greedy B.B. Bosso and his crew of crooked carnies arrive to steal anything and everything they can get their sticky fingers on. After a fateful encounter with the local purveyor of illusion, Dante Vernon, Carter teams up with five other like-minded illusionists. Together, using both teamwork and magic, they’ll set out to save the town of Mineral Wells from Bosso’s villainous clutches. These six Magic Misfits will soon discover adventure, friendship, and their own self-worth in this delightful new series.
So, I ADORED this first book, and it’s not exactly like other middle-grade books you usually read. The Magic Misfits has these cool codes you have to crack, and it even shows you a few magic tricks in between! Carter and his friends are each unique characters, and have different personalities!
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ (I would add more if I could)
Do I recommend?
Do I even have to say? I bet you all know by now that OF COURSE I RECOMMEND IT TO YOU!
Whoops, I’m overreacting.
Great news! I have received 3 responses for the Blog Contest! This is amazing everyone! I’m looking forward to see some more responses! 😆😆😆
If you don’t know what I’m talking about, a few days ago, I wrote this post, which talked about a contest I’m holding, where you submit some stories that are about 500 words to 1,000 words. (if you wrote more, that’s fine too!)
Thanks again for participating! If you want a more thorough explanation, click the links above!
Yes, I am back again, with another award! 😁
Cari has nominated me for this award! Be sure to check out her blog if you haven’t already!
Thanks, Cari for those awesome questions! My questions are the same as hers!
That’s it for now, friends! Peace! ✌
Deadline is now April 10th. A lot of people said that they weren’t sure if they could finish before April 1st. 😊
Hey guys! Jehosheba nominated me for the All Things Bookish Tag! Thank you so much!
NEVER HAVE I EVER . . . read a later book in a series before reading the first book
I have before, actually… 😂 It was the Geronimo Stilton and the Kingdom of Fantasy series. I read the seventh book first. 😆
NEVER HAVE I EVER . . . burned a book
*shakes head vigorously* Why would I do that?! 😨
NEVER HAVE I EVER . . . read a book I knew I would not like
No, although I do have some famous books I don’t really like…
NEVER HAVE I EVER . . . wrote a fanfiction about my favorite books
Again, no I haven’t. I didn’t even know that was a thing 🤣
NEVER HAVE I EVER . . . loved a book when I was young, yet disliked it when I got older
*rusty gears in my brain creaking* I don’t… think so? 🤷♀️
NEVER HAVE I EVER . . . dressed up as one of my favorite literary characters
Haha, nope! That sounds like fun though. 😄
NEVER HAVE I EVER . . . disliked a book by an author I love
I think I do. I don’t want to say it in public, since that might hurt the author. 🙅♀️
NEVER HAVE I EVER . . . gone into a bookstore to buy one book and come out with many more
This has happened to me when I go to the library 🤭
NEVER HAVE I EVER . . . read the end of a book before reading the beginning
*suddenly becomes interested in the buttons on my jacket* Ahem, who what, me? *nervous laughter* No…? Okay fine, yes. 😶
I HAVE REVEALED MY DARK SECRET
NEVER HAVE I EVER . . . read a book without the dust covers
*gasps* I haven’t! I’ve never thought of that 😲
NEVER HAVE I EVER . . . skim-read over half a book
Unless it’s a book that isn’t interest in my opinion, I haven’t before 😛
NEVER HAVE I EVER . . . fallen asleep while reading a book
Nope! I always either finish before I fall asleep, or stop reading and do something else before I fall asleep.
NEVER HAVE I EVER . . . read part of a series and not finished the rest
Yesssss, I have (and I still haven’t finished…). The Wings of Fire series by Tui T. Sutherland.
NEVER HAVE I EVER . . . wrinkled the pages of a book while I’m reading it
I have before— ON ACCIDENT THOUGH! PLEASE DON’T START FIGHTING MEEEEEE
Anyone whose name starts with I L-O-V-E B-O-O-K-S
Thanks again to Jehosheba for nominating me!
Hiya, bloggers! Welcome back to Spectacular Selina!
So, I will be hosting a blog contest!
Wait, you probably already knew that. Why am I saying it again?
If you would like to participate, that’s amazing! The stories will be due on April 1st, which is this *hurries to check calendar* Thursday! 😁
Looking forward to seeing your stories! 🤗