Liebster Award… Again! 

Okay, I hope I’m not sounding horrible and rude, but here we are… again. But in all seriousness guys, I love this award. It is such a beautiful way to connect with people and just ah *that was the sound of me gushing from having a heart made of marshmallow fluff and nutella*

Okay so a few things first:

  1. I’ve decided to turn this thing into a book blog!! Yay! I’ll still post about my writing and such, but I shall also start making book reviews and little how-to guides and recommendations and I’ll try to at least start doing monthly wrap-ups. (This is now terminating my old spew about a daily routine. I just can’t do it. But I will start setting goals for each month and how many posts I should post… Heh, that’s fun to say).

So now that that little spew is over (is spew correct terminology?) lets get down to business!

The rules are: 

1. Mention the person who nominated you on your blog and link them.

2. Answer 11 questions by the person who nominated you.

3. Nominate 5-11 other bloggers.

4. Create your own 11 questions for them to answer and let the nominees know that they’ve been nominated

So first I was nominated for this award by…. The fabulous and one and only Lilrant!!! And now into her set questions for moi. 

1. How old were you when you first started blogging?

Heh, I would be as old as I am no which is 13. I’ve only had this blog for a little over two months although it already (almost) feels like two years. 

2. What is the one thing you absolutely can’t live without?

Um, I’m assuming we are taking out human necessities, and I’m going to say… books! Because really, this does not limit to notebooks and with some notebooks free pens/pencils come along. 

3. What do you love and what do you hate about yourself?

One thing I love: Body wise, I’d have to say either my hands, eyes, or lips. Personality/skill wise, I’d say my writing and sarcasm. 

One thing I hate: Body wise, while I may be skinny I still am not satisfied with my tummy jar because it is just too squishy for my comfort. Personality/skill wise, definitely my social and people skills. I stutter and make situations awkward and just ugh. I don’t like people in general though, so that doesn’t help either. 

4. Which fictional character do you think you resemble the most?

This might be biased because I’m reading The Wicked Will Rise but I’d have to Amy Gumm from The Doeothy Must Die series. I just think that her and I would get along fabulously and I just embody the face of witchcraft. Totally. 

5. Your favorite Starbucks drink?

Um, I guess a grande double chocolate chip frappichino. So good

6. What kind of movies do you like?

This is really hard, but I guess I’ll jus have to say cutesy movies. While I do love my fandom movies, I love the kind of movies you can cuddle up with a warm blanket and some pillows, maybe a cup of tea or coffee and just enjoy life. Examples include: The Secret Life Of Walter Mitty, The Secret World Of Arrietty, Oz The Great And Powerful, etc.

7. If you were to get rid of one thing in the world, what would it be?

Definitely, hands down, immediately: Rape/Molestation. Why? Because I find this topic a disgusting and horrible. Why would some older man decide that it’s fun, I repeat fun to prey on a younger girl and make her feel so uncomfortable that she lets you feel force her to have sex or touch or whatever with you. WHY?!  What supposedly gives you the right? Hmm? It’s horrible and the very whisper of remembering this topic and the fact that it’s still a problem in this world makes me want to throw up, punch and rip apart a thousand walls, and basically this is what makes me feel uncomfortable around men and just the male species in general.

8. What’s on your playlist right now?

  • Anything/Everything by Fall Out Boy (as always)
  • Kids In The Dark by All Time Low
  • Anything/Everything by Ed Sheeran
  • Anything/Everything by Bastille
  • I Miss You by Blink 182
  • Human by Manafest
  • Phone Call by Forever The Sickest Kids
  • Nothing by The Script
  • Superheroes by The Script
  • Welcome To My Life by Simple Plan
  • Somewhere In Neverland by All Time Low
  • What It Is by Kodaline
  • Bleeding Out by Imagine Dragons
  • Amsterdam by Imagine Dragons

9. If you were given the Cloak Of Invisibility for a single day, what would you do?

I would probably just go around screwing up people for a little bit before stealing away to home and hanging out there all day. And then if my mum stopped by, I could just ninja roll to the floor and hide there. Simple.

10. Are you a cat person or a dog person?

I’d have to say that I’ll always be a dog person, but cats are on and off. Some days they’re cutie patooties, while others they’re the devil. And there is absolutely no in between.

11. Would you much rather stay indoors and have some alone time, or go clubbing instead?

I take this is probably to as a Friday night sort of deal, so being the little socially awkward and boring hermit turtle hobbit demon thing that I am, I’d much, much, much, much, muchmuch, much, rather stay indoors at my home in my little comfy and cozy hobbit hole than go ew, clubbing.

Okay so, here’s the nominations:

And now you’re guys’s questions:

1. You have 24 hours to read as many books on your TBR list before you can never get them again; which ones do you choose to read and why?

2. You can only one certain type of food in each group; snack, appetizer, main course, dessert, and drink. What do you choose for each?

3. How do you keep you room: super neat, moderately clean, well enough, or sloppy?

4. How do you organize your bookshelves? (if you have any)

5. Do you ever get creative with how you keep you books? (e.g. bins, nightstands, filing cabinet)

6. Pens or pencils… or stylus?

7. Because I’m evil… what’s your favorite book genre?

8. Who is you favorite author(s)? {there may be more than one}

9. Favorite book that you read as a kid?

10. What book character has inspired, in what way, and do you know why, perhaps?

11. Favorite movie? (it can a book-to-film adaptation or just a movie; I’m not picky)

Alright guys, this was fun and I actually finished this in a day! Woohoo!

Alright, Thanks for Reading.

Best of luck,

The Time Traveling Writer.


The Infinity Dreams Award

I was nominated for this lovely award by the fabulous Only The Lonely. May good fortune and wonderful health be brought upon you and your pretty little head this year! (Idk man I’m a complete fool when it comes to compliments)

Alright so as you all know, I having been absolutely dying to be nominated for an award (really just a book tag, but hey, I ain’t complaining) and I am really excited for this. So HERE. WE. GO. 

Rules for the award:

1. Thank and follow the blog that nominated you
2. Tell us 11 facts about yourself
3. Answer the questions that were set for you to answer.

4. Nominate 11 bloggers and set questions for them


11 facts:

  1. I am a humongous fangirl. TV shows, books, bands, broadway musicals— anything and everything. Basically all of it (I am working on my fandom page on my site, so check back later for the link!) 
  2. I have a love-hate-relationship with cats. Some days I despise their entire existence, others I only want to get a cat and then be done with life. It’s weird. I know. 
  3. I am obsessed with quotes, and often find myself playing around with this special skill of mine to remember quotes and lyrics. In the middle of a conversation, don’t be surprised to find me quoting a Fall Out Boy lyric or one of the Harry Potter books. It’s just who I am. 
  4. I am an apspiring and undiscovered young adult novelist— heh, the real meaning of this long definition that I like to dub on myself is simply that I am a: teenage girl who fancies the idea of being a young adult author (all and any genre except for trashy romance paperbacks) when I finish schooling (middle, high, and college). So yeah. 
  5. My favourite actresses are Audry Hephburn, Marilyn Monroe, Emma Watson, Lilly Collins, and Jennifer Lawrence. 
  6. My favourite actors are Daniel Radclife, Josh Hucherson, Neil Patrick Harris, Ben Stiller, David Schwimmer, and Roben Williams. 
  7. I pride myself on my Fall Out Boy collection that consists five CDS and half of my phone storage. Heh heh, I love those middle aged dorks. 
  8. I have a new found love for skirts and knee socks.My style consists very much of highly warm and loose clothes, all except when it comes to my jeans— then it’s all skinny and pretty. I live for oversized sweaters, converse and boots, band/fandom tees, leather jackets, and fedoras and beanies. A nice scarf or dress isn’t too bad here or there either. 
  9. Not only do I pride myself on my (not-so) extensive Fall Out Boy collection, I am very boastful to say that I own the entire Harry Potter book series and all of the movies on DVD and blue-ray. Woohoo!
  10. I am a Biblophile (one who is obsessed with books and collecting them), an Angophile (a person who loves and obsesses over all things Britih), and a Philharmonic (one who appreciates and is highly devoted to music). 
  11. I can’t just drink cold water— it has to be iced water. 


Answers to set questions:

1. Have you ever broken any bones?

Thankfully, and also embarrassingly, no. I was also terrified of it as a kid, and I’m sad to say that still at thirteen the unknown pain is a bit overwhelming to dwell upon at times. 

2. What is one thing you’ve done that you regret now?

I really regret letting all those big kids and bossy mean girls and guys push me around as a kid. I was the tall dork with glasses who always read and the mean kids would pretend to take under their wing and then make fun of me behind my back. Yeah, and although I learned to pick myself up and now know how to make sure no one’s putting me down in my newish school (I moved in the third grade), I still have days where people just decide to walk all over me and I let them. It suck so, but I think little me had it worse. Oh well :/

3. Did you read books when you were a child?

Did I read as child? Ahahahahahahaha, I was known for people only knowing what my eyes looked like from having my nose in a book all the time. My family teased me and I even teased myself. I’ve been reading since I could get my hands on books and I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon. 

4. What is your favorite smell in the whole world?

Probably the scent of old paperback books. Or maybe those lyric booklets in albums. Most likely books though. 

5. What is your LEAST favorite song?

Ugh, Robin Thicke’s Blurred Lines. When it first came out I didn’t mind it’s, but awhile back I saw some  of its lyrics being compared to things victims of rape were told when being raped. And that’s not okay. For us as a society to be teaching people that “it’ll hurt at first” and that be acceptable. No, never. That or Turn Down For What. Please don’t torture me. 

6. What, in your opinion, is the exact function of a rubber duck? 🙂 (This is a Harry Potter reference, and I sincerely hope you all understand it)

For bath time  entertainment. Obviously. *cough cough* Pure Blood *cough cough*

7. Do you like rain or sunshine?

Why not sunshine while it rains? It would be the bigges oxymoron in natural history— WOOHOO!

8. What superpower would you want to have?

The ability to see in the dark and to see people emotions- what they’re really feeling, even when they say they’re fine or happy. No one should have to lie about they’re feelings to meet society’s standards. 

9. Has something made you smile today?

Yes! I went to the car wash with my dad and I learned how to wash the car, him teaching me new things (basically things in your ever day adult life that I never knew about before) being our weird way of bonding. 

10. Are you right-handed or left?

Right handed— although I hardcore wish I was ambidextrous. 


Now that answering is over with (although that was fun), time for my nominations and the questions that they have to answer. 



  1. Chips-A-Hoy or Oreos?
  2. Do you have a favourite children’s book from your childhood that you can remember reading clearly?
  3. Are you a reader, writer, both, or neither?
  4. What do you like to snack whilst you blog?
  5. Favourite song(s) to jam out to while blogging/scrolling through the interweb?
  6. The book is better, or the movie gives you more visualisation? 
  7. Quickly now, you’ve been given the choice to find the wardrobe that leads to Narnia, or you can go to Hogwarts! Which one do you choose?
  8. If you could make one fictional character fall in love with you, who would it be and why them?
  9. Favourite book-to-movie transfer?
  10. If you could meet any author, who it would it be and what would be the first thing you would say to them?


Woohoo, that was fun! I hope all my nominees have fun and please feel free to comment, like, follow me— whatever. 🙂

Thanks for reading. 

Best of luck, 

The Time Traveling Writer

Emoji Book Tag!

Okay so I know that this isn’t long after my Frozen Book Tag, but I’m bored and sick at home so deal with me. And so now I am joining and doing the Emoji Book Tag! Let’s have fun, shall we? Once again I wasn’t tagged in this one formerly but @The YA Book Hoarder just said anyone who wanted to do it could do and so yeah. You just answer the question that relates to a certain emoji and then post a pic of the book/book series that relates.

1. A book that you laugh so hard you cried:


Wow that’s a toughie. *I now look to my bookshelf of just total depressing book that have only really ever made me cry and hate the world* Oh wait! The Lost Hero by Rick Riorden!


Leo Valdez killed me in that book, along with Piper’s sarcasm and Jason’s cluelessness.

2. A book about love.


*looks at my bookshelf again with a sad look because all I see is fantasy and sci-fi.* Wait again! Paper Towns by John Green.

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I want to go as Margo for Halloween one day, but only if I get a boyfriend to go as Q with me.

3. A book that shocked you.


Not a second though about it- City Of Fallen Angels by Cassandra Clare.

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Because like the ending with Sebastian and Jace is a killer to the feels! I was freaking out so bad.

4. A book with a character you fell in love with.


No doubt about it, no explanation needed- Adam from If I Stay/Where She Went by Gayle Forman.

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5. A book that made you cry.


omg, finally something that I don’t have to go on a scavenger hunt for on my bookshelf! Harry Potter by J. K. Rowling. all of those books made me cry at least once! Even the first three, because I am a very emotional child who has a lot of weird feelings Anyways…

Thanks for reading.

Best of luck,

The Time Traveling Writer.

Frozen Book Tag!!

Hello everybody! I have decided to just start randomly doing book tags. I’ll try to stick to the ones that you either do by yourself or where the user that made the one I said anyone could do it, but there may be some that I just can’t help myself on. So yeah, I’ve decided to the Frozen one first because this one is super short and super sweet to the point. So let’s go!

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Frozen Heart–Beautiful! Powerful! Dangerous! Cold! What character do you think of when you hear this description?

Hands down Lilith from the Mortal Instruments series by Cassandra Clare. She is just so pretty when she’s described, but then she’s like the mother of all demons and is creepy as crap and just *shudders*. And she is just so rude and snappy. And weird. And let’s get off the topic of her…
Do you want to build a Snowman?– A character you’d like to build a snowman with.
Probably Percy Jackson. I mean, that would just be so fun! Because ice is just somewhat frozen water (completely frozen water is ice you nitwits) and he’d probably find a way to make crazy cool snow sculptures and just like he ‘s Percy Jackson man! C’mon!
For The First Time In Forever– You haven’t been able to read anything in a long time and your TBR pile has been growing larger and larger. What book (of your TBR pile, so no rereads) would you pick?
Oh god… Um probably since I’m a serious weirdo, I’d start reading Doctor Who: 12 Doctors 12 Stories which is a Doctor Who anthology I got from Barnes & Noble when I went on a Book Haul with my like, five different gift cards from Christmas and I’d finish Eye of Minds by James Dashner. I am on like Chapter something of that book and I just put it down and started reading something else. And I actually remembering being in the middle of a complete kick-butt action scene. I don’t know why. Oh well. It’ll be next to read, I swear.
Love Is An Open Door– With what book or which character (or both!) would love be an open door with it? Or for what book/which character would you close the door?
Always an Open Door~
Book: The Fault In our Stars by John Green. I have reread this book over five times… in less than a year. I have a slight obsession with it.
Character: Neville Longbottom from Harry Potter by J. K. Rowling. Hands down, I love him. He’s adorable, shy, and nerdy and look at him in Deathly Hallows! Man alert!
Close the Door~
Book: Wicked by Gregory Maguire. Good book, don’t get me wrong. But see, I thought it would be so much like the play (which I have seen never but own the 5th anniversary special edition soundtrack from the time my parents went when I was like six). It was so mature and I’m still like half way through the book but whoa bro- it’s just getting pretty 1) boring and 2) depressing.
Character: Gally from The Maze Runner Series by James Dashner. Like really dude, I hated that dirty shank. He was rude, two-faced, and get on my nerves like crazy. I read that book in less than twenty-four hours and I just wanted to scream when he “died”. I was so happy. And then The Death Cure cam out… no spoilers I have to remind myself.
Let It Go– A book or book series you used to love but you let it go.
 When I see the phrase ‘let it go‘, I think let your feelings no longer take you over. So I had to let go… well after it impacted me the hardest out of all the series I’ve read… The Maze Runner by James Dashner. Just, *stab* to the feels. So bad. So bad.
Reindeers Books Are Better Than People– Books are better than people. We all know that. Let’s say you’re tired of people today. What book would you rather spend the day with?
Oh God, most definitely The Book Thief by Markus Zusak. That book just makes me feel all fuzzy inside for some reason. Like a book narrated by Death is comforting to an antisocial and anxiety ridden teenager; cause that makes perfect sense.
 In Summer– A perfect book for summer!
The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett. Just reading the first chapter I can feel the intoxicating heat of India and it feels good to read about the heat somewhere else when I’m in the heat.
Fixer Upper– A book that’s a bit of a fixer-upper and should be fixed with a little bit of love ?
 Dorothy Must Die by Danielle Paige. That book is so full of hatred and tension that I felt my back ache every time I read about Amy’s suspicions for this person and then that person- SHUT UP I DON’T GIVE A FRICKLE FRACK I WANT TO SEE YOU KILL DOROTHY LIKE A NINJA. Sorry, needed to let that out. 🙂
Alright so that happened. I would like to thank @JetWeasleyBookReviews for kinda tagging me in it (not really, they just if you wanted to do you could) and so yeah. You are all invited to do this tag!

Inspiration Has Struck, Finally! (Took it long enough).


I find myself reading like how I listen to music; I like so many different genres, but at certain points in time I can’t help but stick to something before backtracking to something I left off of so long ago. Like how I switch from country-to-pop, pop-to-emo rock, emo rock-to-punk rock, I switch through different genres of books either very slowly, or as fast as lightning. I can go from Y/A novels to dystopian action to sci-fi to fantasy to mystery and then back to dystopian action and then to fantasy again and then Y/A and then… you get the picture right?

If you still don’t get it, that’s alright; just let me give you a more thorough representation:

So let’s say that I read The Fault In our Stars by John Green in a week.

Then I go to Divergent by Veronica Roth.

Then I go to Insurgent by Veronica Roth.

Then I go to rereading Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows by J. K. Rowling

Then I go to Maze Runner by James Dashner.

Then I go to The Book Thief by Markus Zusak.

Then I go to reading some poetry from my Emily Dickinson book.

Then I go to The Scorch Trials by James Dashner.

Then I go to Paper Towns by John Green.

Then I go to Allegiant by Veronica Roth.

Then I go to rereading the first three books of Harry potter by J. K. Rowling.

Then I go to If I stay by Gayle Forman.

Then I go to reading Sherlock Holmes by Sir Aurthur Conan Doyle.

Then I go to Wicked by Gregory Maguire.

Then I go to The Death Cure by James Dashner.

Then I go to Where She Went by Gayle Forman.

Then I go to Four by Veronica Roth.

Then I go to the entire Chronicles of Narnia by C. S. Lewis.

You get the picture yet? It might seem complicated by that list, but really… oh god what I have done *throws hands in the air in exasperation* (I try to explain things and I end up over complicating them. Lovely.)

Hahaha, anyways, see you lot tomorrow at the latest for Top Ten Tuesday!

Thanks for reading.

Best of luck,

The Time Traveling Writer.

P.S. I did not in any way, shape, or form read all those books in that order, in that way, and no, those are not the only books I have ever read. You’ll see soon enough how many books I have… Mwhahaha >:)

Short Story- 3 AM ramblings

Alice smoothened out her blue silk skirt for the last time before she looked up and saw Gregore. If it weren’t for his charming smile and flawless hair, Alice would have been partially intimidated by his steely eyes. They were, as they had been since he was a freshly born infant, the colour of hidden objects in the dark with only the faintest golden outline here and there. Black obsidian eyes with flecks of pure golden youth striking out around his always constricted pupil. He held a nicely wrapped blue present in one hand, holding his coat while it was draped over his shoulder with the other. Alice was disappointed. He had no free hands to hug her.
Alice then opened up her long, black trench coat and pulled out her pocket watch. She clicked it open and inspected the time on the vintage like clock face. When she looked up back at Gregore, her fuchsia lips pursed into a childish pout.
“You’re late, Gregore. Very late, in fact.” The boy could only smile joyfully with a halfhearted shrug before placing the blue wrapped present in front of Alice- on her empty plate to her ever growing annoyance- and sat in the opposite set across from her. Alice snapped her clock shut so tightly that a passing waiter even cringed. Everyone in a ten foot radius of Alice winced from the ringing that the clicking metal watch brought along with an obnoxious headache. Everyone was affected; all except Gregore. He grinned crookedly, flashing his crooked yet perfectly white teeth, and leaned back improperly in his seat.
“Listen, I’m sorry Ally. It’s just that Red needed my help and-” Alice sat up straighter abruptly in her chair and glared so fiercely at Gregore that his following words were ceased by the fire raging from her icy eyes. So blue, like an untouched skyline.
“Gregore, darling,” she drawled with a sophisticated properness to her exquisite etiquette. She placed her hands in her lap and forward some slightly, disregarding all thoughts or emotions of the present wrapped in front of her. “This would be the fifth time that you have been hopelessly tardy to one of our afternoon tea luncheons. And I do not accept unpunctuality in a quote un quote committed relationship,” Alice then eased back some before remembering her manners and poise. She acted as if she didn’t notice, but she did and as did Gregore, to his embarrassment- every single person in the outside Parthenon had their eyes on the distressed couple. While the words that the two spoke to each may have been stretched out and thin, their physical appearances were just as captivating as their relationship drama.
Alice, in her short above-the-knee-high blue satin dress, the skirt puffed with layers of petticoats, inch high black heels, fishnet stockings, and out of place black trench coat, was always one hard to ignore. Even if she wasn’t talking. Her hair was let down loose, falling in a V-shape to the bottom edge of her shoulders blades, and it was often describe not as a now contemporary comparison of spun golden threads; no, not Alice. She had hair the colour of sunshine, the colour of happiness, the colour of new born love. And it was unheard for a man to look into Alice’s eyes and not fall in love with them, if not her herself.
Gregore was a different story. He was not alluring in the way of royalty or graceful elegance; no he had the rustic and quaint bewitching personality to him.
He was almost always found in a pair of dirt bespattered brown leather laced-up boots, fringe frayed pants denim jeans or a pair of paint covered overalls with a once white tee shirt underneath, and a flannel shirt unbuttoned and over a once spotless under shirt like a coat. He was unlike Alice, who was first in line for the throne of Wonderland, and work was as a modest book binder and humble glazier. He was selfless, and never turned down an opportunity or invitation to help another. He had black eyes with streaks of lining gold around his pupils, dust coloured hair that fell to his chin. And on his jaw line there was the ever growing stubble that used to tickle Alice’s cheeks whenever he used to kiss her. His skin was thick with a slight tan. He had terse hands, decorated with skin grafts and time worn scars. If one were to ask many girls amongst the villages what they thought of Gregore Beorhthram, they would only utter one word in a lovesick whispering hush: Perfect. Maybe some would say Perfection, or perhaps Perfected, but you must understand the gist of things by now.
But in Alice’s merciless eyes, he was only one cringeworthy word to her: Late.
“So as of today, you, Gregore Beorhthram, are- what do the commoners call it? Oh yes- single.” The entire outdoor luncheonette sucked in a loud and obnoxious gasp. One woman let out a horrific scream of heartache and had to be escorted out after she had fainted from the idea of Alice and Gregore not together anymore. Gregore only stared at Alice with the stony expression she had ever seen since she left her sister.
“Open the present. Enjoy it. Goodbye Alice.” He got up, and shrugged on his chipped wrinkled brown leather jackets over a buttoned red and black flannel shirt. He paused before walking out of the elegant outdoor cafe with a dignified high head. Alice was at a lost of breath and began to fan herself with her hand.
“Are you quite all right, miss Alice?” A waiter with purple corkscrews for hair and blue painted eyelids and lips for his makeup. Wonderland still had its flourishing and extravagant characteristics, surprising Alice more each and everyday she stayed longer. She looked up after blowing her nose into a lacy white polyester handkerchief and nodded at the silly little man with a straight face.
“Quite,” she repeated in a callous and frigid voice. The waiter then gestures to the present in front of her. She looked to the right and waved a hand as if telling the waiter to go away.
“Throw it away. Keep it and give it to your lover. Sell it. I don’t care what you do with it; rid it from my eyesight immediately. Then get me a cup of white tea, will you?” Her voice returned to its usual softness and almost caring tone. The waiter, Alice noticed his name tag read Alfonzo, nodded and picked up the present delicately as if it were a ticking time bomb. Alice then leaned forward some into the table, holding her head up by her unscarred hands and tears began to fall from her serene eyes and into the white chinaware dish, memories swimming around in her mind like water and mud mixing in a pond.

Word of the Day Challenge: Iridescent (TeaWithEllie)

A short story about the word Iridescent (written by me, The Time Traveling Writer).

Little nine year old Joey laid back in the green and ticklish grass. His feet felt around the meadow ground for a softer patch, but the ground was all the same. Not too hard, but it didn’t feel soft enough. He brushed his inky black curls out of his eyes before sticking his hands behind his head. He enjoyed the view of the sky, and tried to make out what shapes and sizes all of the clouds were. If his older sister Janice were here, she’d be having Joey tell her what all the different clouds names were, and he hated it when she did that. Why can’t we just a joy the sunshine on our sky and the clouds in the sky like we’re supposed to. Joey sighed before noticed w certain chill run down his body. He looked up into the sky. But it rained yesterday, he thought sadly as he saw a cloud in the shape of Australia and about the size of his two story house cover the sun that had before been warming his sky. Then he noticed something. As if by magic, the cloud disappeared. Joey snapped his fingers and the sun completely blacked out, making no light for him to see anything. He sat up frantically and snapped his little fingers again. The sun reappeared. Joey looked around him before he looked back up at the sky. His house was still in eyesight behind him, and no one seemed to have noticed the complete black out of the sun. So Joey decided to keep playing with his new talent. He beloved he was someone who should use his talent for good. He would make t rain when the crops needed it, he would make it night when needed (but next time make it so in a much more natural way; a nice iridescent sunset perhaps), and he would always make rainbows. Joey then sat down and played with the sky and his talent until he noticed that he hasn’t begun making the sun set. He pressed his hand up to sky, palm first, and pretended to press the sun as if it were a button. He then dragged it down the sky until the sun was setting naturally. He wondered if he could put it on auto-pilot mode. He squinted at the sunset, envisioned what he wanted it to look like with time, and suddenly the sun began to set like it always does. And Joey started to walk home like he always did when the sun was setting. The sky was a mixture of violets, reds, blues, yellows, oranges, indigos, and even greens, to Joey’s pleasure. And so Joey walked home in the casting gaze of the red sunset, and nighttime began to eat away the daylight like a cat eats a fallen baby bird; slowly, carefully, and mercilessly.

I wrote this for @teawithellie ‘s Word of the Day Challenge (today’s word: Iridescent).

Thanks for reading.
Best of luck,
The Time Traveling Writer.