The Page Flippers

     Chapter 2 continues, and our main character is driving through the town at night to visit some memorable spots. For those of you new here, this is one of my novels that I've slowly been editing and posting here! The previous parts are on my blog. This is this week's part and it's a bit longer than the previous ones, yay! I hope you all enjoy!        Other than little bits and pieces, Nix really doesn’t remember much about Tarrytown, but the way to his old apartment comes to him naturally. It’s seared into his memory, seared into his skin. The building’s look, however, isn’t the same as his memory. The old red bricks are crumbling now, the balcony railings falling and rusted. It can’t be in use anymore, but it isn’t much better than when he lived in it anyway. He counts the rows and columns of windows. 1...2...3..4 and three to the left...his window. The apartment. His mother had been screaming for an hour. Something about his uselessness, how sh...

            "Welcome back!" my teachers told me as I walked into my school today, a mask pulled over my nose, six feet apart from my friends. Today was my last first day of high school, the beginning of senior year, and I started it all with the smell of hand sanitizer and the beep of a temperature gun held to my forehead. Not the way I envisioned it all these years, if I'm completely honest. I expected fanfare, and hugging my friends, and laughing with my teachers. Life doesn't always work out that way.     If I am completely honest, this school year began with a lot of anxieties for me. It's my final year, and all I saw looming before me was a giant "End of the Road" sign, in a way. High school had become my comfort place, the friendly voices of my teachers guides through my academic life and my best friends my favorite people outside of family to see. I know the hallways like the back of my hand, and I know most of the staff by first ...

         Hey everyone! Welcome back to The Page Flippers. Today I've got part 1 of the second chapter of  my current novel which I am editing. For those of you who haven't ready any of it yet-head over to my blog's main menu and search for it under the "Writing" label for the other parts. For those of you who have but need a recap, our MC Nix underwent some very overwhelming memories and a panic attack at the end of the last part in his new foster home. Enjoy and please leave your thoughts in the comments, it would mean a lot!    Levi finally leaves. He’d been standing outside the bathroom door since Nix locked himself in. He sat there for a while, looking at the shadow of Levi’s shoes coming through the door. Wondering why he didn’t just go to sleep. Finally he’s gone, and Nix waits for the footsteps to fade before he steps outside.  “Nix.” The kitchen is dark, but there’s a light in the living room, and there’s Levi, still waiting. ...

       Here's a truth about me. Making choices is hard. I hate closing off options, and wondering if this is the right choice, even if I'm enjoying it. It's not easy for me to choose a path and follow it through, because I tend to get distracted or start thinking that maybe another option was the better one. But there is one choice I made in my life that I've never once questioned or wanted to take back, and that's the choice I made to become a Christian and follow Jesus. I knew it was something that was going to change my life, and it was a permanent ongoing change. Sanctification. Yet I know it's easy to want and take detours, especially for those my age.       We are surrounded by an ongoing chain of advertisements in the world, wanting to draw our attention and time and devotion away from God.     It's easy to fall prey to these distractions, especially when they come wrapped in pretty packaging. Parties, having "fun". Attention from...

             Hey everyone! Welcome back to The Page Flippers. Today I've got part 3 of the first chapter of one of my novels for you, the one I am currently trying to edit. For those of you who haven't ready any of it yet-head over to my blog's main menu and search for it under the "Writing" label for the other parts. For those of you who have but need a recap, our MC Nix has just arrived at his foster home and is headed downstairs to dinner, with some colorful new people. Enjoy and please leave your thoughts in the comments, it would mean a lot. Also- Trigger Warning  for some shows of anxiety and panic attacks, please don't read if that may affect you :) “Soup? You made soup ?” the man looks like a piece of weathered leather. He must be Abuelo . “Look at this boy, just look at him! Nothing but skin stretched over bones.” Nix looks down at himself, plate still in hand. He knows he’s skinny but he never thought much about it. Underneath the...

         High-school Musical.    The Little Mermaid. Frozen.  All Disney movies, yes. All admittedly fun movies with great songs, plots and even a few nice lessons along the way. However there is one aspect of these movies that I didn't realize was harmful till now. The idea of being "true to yourself" and following your own heart regardless of anything else. While in the movies this leads to good decisions and happy endings, that mentality doesn't always end up with a happily ever after.  After all, the heart is a compass with a broken needle.      Let me go a little more in depth into that statement. Humans are faulty creatures. We are led by selfishness, greed, and countless other nasty things. We make mistakes on an almost everyday basis, and we get ourselves into situations caused by our own malintent. And yet the world instructs us "be true to yourself, follow your heart and all will go well." I'd like to formal...

           I'll be honest. I had a very different post planned for today. I had it typed up, was working on the cover design and had some cool verses. It's a good post. And one I will be saving for a later date. But something came up that needs to be talked about. Needs to be written about. I'm angry as I write this. Enraged, indignant, whatever synonym fits. Honestly, what I'm writing probably won't be as elegant or refined as I normally like to write. It's just raw at this point. Today, I'd like to talk about media censorship, in a country that was founded upon free speech.     I am a teenage girl who loves politics and is on social media a good amount of the day. That means I follow a good amount of politically aimed accounts. Most of these are conservative, as is expected from a conservative Christian. Over the course of the last maybe two months, I have seen multiple of these accounts experience censorship from the media platforms (...