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June 3rd, 2016

She loved the beach. Warm sand between her toes, hot breeze washing over her… What she hadn’t expected was to turn into a cast away. The island wasn’t large, she had noticed that when she was still in the water, drifting further away from the smoking wreckage that had been her brother’s piece of crap boat. The young woman flopped back in the sand, lying there beneath the heat of the sun, soaked and exhausted. Olivia Maxwell didn’t know what she had expected, letting her brother take her on a surprise joyride… Where was he anyway? A sudden panic gripped the young woman who sat up so fast her head spun, scrambling to her feet, despite the way her muscles quaked from the strain of the swim.

“JASON!” Her voice cracked halfway through the shout of her big brother’s name but she pushed, staring out towards the black, billowing smoke and then up and down the beach. Nothing, not a sight or sound over the waves lapping at the short and the call of hungry gulls above her head. Cursing under her breath, she turned away from the water, vegetation greeted her, thick and lush. She didn’t know much about survival, just the things she watched on Discovery Channel and Animal Planet and she highly doubted that was going to help her now… Fresh water, shelter, food, and her brother. Those were her top priorities right now, beyond hoping that something useful might wash up on shore. For now, she couldn’t just sit around and hope for the best.

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So the inspiration for this? A combination of weird dreams and the urge to go to the beach. That’s it, no secrets here haha

June 2, 2016

It took an entire fucking day for me to realize what day it was. Nine years ago, on June 1st, my father passed away. Well, passed away is putting it lightly but the circumstances of his death are mostly up in the air. Yes, this is another “journal entry” type post but it’s my blog and my challenge! It kind of sucks because this entire month is sucked up and revolves around my Dad. His birth is on the 23rd, this month is father’s day… I didn’t have the greatest relation with my father. He had a bad temper and he was a mean man, towards both my mother and my sister, but I didn’t often see the mean side. I was too young, too spoiled… But he was still my father and still had his good qualities, from what I remember. So, a shout out to all the Dads out there!

After nine long years, I can say honestly and sadly, that my memories of him have faded, quite a bit. I know that I look more like him than my mother, I faintly remember how much he used to whistle, his not so secret talent, and using that as a way to find him if I got lost in a store. I remember he was a geek, just like me. He’s the one me who got me addicted to SciFi anything, starting with the original Star Trek. It was probably the only thing we really bonded over. But I’ve forgotten his favorite episodes, I’ve forgotten what exactly his whistling sounded like… But, I think, after nine years, I’m finally at peace with it. About fucking time I guess.

June 1st, 2016

So this is my first entry into this writing challenge. I figured a bit of an introduction sort of deal, as opposed to something else is the best way to go about it. Not all of these are going to be journal entries of course but, this being the first one, I think it works. Writing is something I enjoy, it’s something I’ve been doing since second grade, when I had my “reading breakthrough” of sorts. Well, my second round of second grade. Yes, I was held back a year because of my poor reading and writing skills but a full year of tutoring and getting my insane ADD under control and I found myself writing one sentence a page books about dogs and crap rather than playing on the swing set with the other kids. All my friends had moved a year ahead, leaving me behind and I found comfort in writing and reading. I didn’t realize it back then but I was lonely and words, they made me feel like I wasn’t alone.

Today, it does the same thing for me. Usually though it’s me writing fanfiction of participating in roleplays because it helps me connect with other people. This time though, it’s about me connecting with myself. Selfish? Not at all. I’ve never really focused on myself and it’s about time I do. So, to those just peeking on this, I can’t say I know what’s coming but I will try to be mindful of trigger warnings and any materials that may be NSFW because I’m an open writer with various taste and I like to be fair and try and give people heads up, even if I’m still trying to figure out this whole tumblr deal, usually I just hit like and reblog and call it a day! But this, this is going to be different. I’m a combination of terrified and exciting and I’ve never opened up any original materials to the outside world, or even my friends so… Yeah. I think it’s about time!