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Quotes and snippets from books I'll never write: deep philosophical stuff + SASS

So I'm always coming up with little scenes and pieces of dialogue and quotes, that I'll hopefully one day put into an actual story or novel. And I've decided to start writing them down, because I've lost count of the amount of good scenes I've come up with, only to then forget them because I DIDN'T WRITE THEM DOWN. And I've decided to share this with you guys. Some of these are just short pieces of "witty" dialogue, others are longer, more developed chunks of writing; some of them are part of an as-yet-unwritten story, others are just random ideas that don't really have a story behind them (yet). Anyway, I hope you enjoy this little mishmash of randomness.

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“I don’t understand you.” She raised an eyebrow. “And you think that makes you special? Dude, even I don’t understand myself.”
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“You’re weird.” “Tell me something I don’t know.”
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“You’ll go to hell.” “Well, that’s actually good news. See, my life’s already hell. So at least I’ll f…

I Don't Care

I don't care if you're male or female.

I don't care if you're black, white, asian or any other ethnic background.

I don't care if you're straight, gay, bisexual, transgender or non-binary.

I don't care if you're Christian, Jewish, Muslim, Hindu or an atheist.

I don't care what country you come from or what country your family comes from or what language you speak.

I only care about one thing: that you treat others with respect. That you're tolerant of people who are different to you. That you don't discriminate against others.

My message here is that I believe that judging people on the basis of their gender or skin colour or sexuality is pointless and stupid and wrong. Discrimination is wrong. It makes me so sad that there's so much of it still in the world.

My greatest dream is that one day, we'll all respect each other and be able to live in peace together. That we'll all be tolerant. That no-one will be afraid to be who they …

"The Ghost of The College": A short story

Here's a story I wrote a couple of years ago as an English writing exercise, I think? I don't think it's that great, but I showed it to my mum and she absolutely loved it, soo... I thought I might as well share it here, because why not.



Julie and Jason slowly approached the iron gates surrounding the enormous, gloomy college building.

“We shouldn’t be here,” hissed Jason. “We’re going to get in so much trouble with our parents.”

Julie was already peering through the bars of the gate leading to the building. “It looks really creepy,” she observed. “Like one of those haunted houses in horror movies.” Her eyes lit up. “Hey, maybe it is haunted! That would be so cool.”

“Cool?” echoed Jason. “What’s cool about ghosts?”

“Well, I don’t know!” She rolled her eyes. “That’s not the point.”

“There’s no such thing as ghosts, you know,” said Jason. “Look, I’m getting chilly. Let’s just go back.”

“Have a look at the college first. You wanted to see it too, didn’t you?”

Unable t…

Brighton, comatose phones, insomnia and some other stuff: a post about my life

Hey there! First of all, sorry for this brief hiatus, lately I've either been a) super busy, b) feeling lazy and like I don't have the energy to do anything, or c) both at the same time. But hey, I'm back. And I'm going to write a short post about the past few days. Because I feel like it.

Sooo on Saturday my parents and I went on a day trip down to Brighton, as the weather was going to be all right-ish. We got up early and took the train out of London and down to the seaside, yaaay! We did a LOT of walking while we were there. We walked along the beach a bit. Then we walked back to the centre of Brighton and visited some shops. We walked near the beach again. Then we walked some more to the older part of the town, where we had dinner (fish and chips, it was delicious btw). I'm making it sounds really boring but honestly, it was fun, though tiring.  I would have liked to have been able to spend more time on the beach and maybe go in the sea, but it wasn't quite…

"The Violet Necklace": A short story

I drag my feet down the deserted high street, and sigh. I’m on my way home from dance lessons, and I’m pretty tired – all I really want is to go to sleep. It’s late, and most of the stores are closed – there’s barely anyone around. I’m glad, though – I like it when it’s quiet and peaceful.

I’m walking past the supermarket when something catches my eye, a little further ahead. There, sandwiched between the clothes store and the bakery, is a small shop. That’s strange – I’ve never seen it before. I’ve been living in this town all my life, and I’ve been walking down this street for years – how could I have missed it?

As I get closer, I see that the shop looks very old. The windows on the front display are smudged with dirt, making it impossible to see inside. The paint of the door is peeling off, and the sign on the door saying the shop’s name is so dilapidated I can’t make out what it says. There’s a worn looking sign on the door that says ‘open’. Apart from that, there’s not…

"Same Old, Same Old", Part Two: A short story

Jasmine 
It’s like hell has come down to earth.

I’m frozen to the spot in the kitchen, listening to the sounds of people yelling, and watching the chaos outside through the small window. The strange people in black seem to be leaving. No-one thinks to go after them. No-one does anything but just stand there and panic. There are people who are obviously injured, lying on the floor, but no-one knows what to do to help them.

Someone yells from the front of the café. “Jasmine! Where are you?”

I cautiously step into the front of the café, terrified about what I’ll find. The scene I see makes me gasp in horror.

Ruby lies on the ground outside, just in front of the café’s door. Her face is pale and there’s a large bloodstain on her side. She was obviously one of the people who were shot.

Sophie, Clare and Laura are crowded around her. They all look more shaken than I’ve ever seen them. Even Laura looks extremely worried. “Jasmine, are you all right?” she asks. I nod wordlessly.

The sirens of ambul…

"Same Old, Same Old", Part One: A short story

Here's a story that I wrote about two years ago now, when I was thirteen. I remember I absolutely LOVED writing this. I was so proud of it, and I actually still kind of am, even though now I see that it has its flaws. It's not perfect, but I hope you guys like it. I'm going to be sharing it in two parts, as the whole thing is like 10,000 words and it would be too long to share in a single post.

Happy reading.



Jasmine

Same old, same old.

My alarm clock goes off at six a.m., a shrill ringing into the silence. I shut it up by hitting the button, then curl back under the covers. I close my eyes. I don’t want to wake up. Sleep pulls at me, trying to drag me back into a world of peace and quietness, but I know I have to fight it. I can’t be late for work again.

I sit up in bed, rubbing my eyes. I shiver. God, it’s cold in here. I almost can’t feel my fingers. I live in a small attic room at the top of an apartment block – it’s all I can afford. It’s tiny – just one small room with a…

"Ice-Blue Eyes": A short story

Right, before we get to the main part of this post, there's a couple of things I want to say. First, I've decided to change my name. No, not in real life, just on this blog. I've decided to go from IndigoSky to just Indigo. I think it sounds nicer? Idk. Second, I just typed up this short story that I wrote a few months ago, and, well. I happen to be exhausted; it's been a loooong day. And long day = typos in my writing. So if you find any major typos here, could you please point them out to be so I can fix them? Thanks guys, you're the best.

Enjoy.



I sat at my desk, pencil held over the paper, and sighed. Usually, I was good at English, but today I was completely blocked – I’d been sitting in this same position for over half an hour and I still hadn’t written a single word. I put my pencil down and stretched out in my chair. There was no doubt about it: I needed a break.

Sunlight was streaming in through my bedroom window. I wandered over to it and peered out. It was…

Short-ish post in which I talk about random stuff

Hey guys... so I feel like it's time for a "life update" post, i.e. a post where I just ramble about stuff that's going on in my life, that interests absolutely no-one but hey, I find them fun to write. So whatever. Hmm, I'm not really sure what to talk about? What's been going on in my life lately...?

Well, I guess there's the Laptop Story, that happened last week. If I can bring myself to tell it, *takes deep breath* it's... it's still a painful story for me. *Sniffles* I'm joking, I'm joking. Basically, what happened is this:

I'm just on my laptop, happily typing away at the keyboard, writing a blog post or whatever, when my laptop suddenly informs me there's a system update available. Okay, cool, I think. When I go to switch off my laptop, I get an option that says "update and shut down". I click it. So far so good. Anyway, the following day I switch my laptop on and it does a screen that says "installing update,…

"Disappearance": A short story

“Hey. Wake up. We’re nearly there.”

I opened my eyes, looking around groggily. It took me a few seconds to remember why I was sitting in the passenger seat of a moving car, and who the stranger driving next to me was. Once I remembered, the heavy feeling that had sat in my stomach all day returned. I closed my eyes again, wishing I could slip back into sleep so I could forget everything that had happened that day, and stop thinking about everything that was yet to happen.

I pressed my forehead against the cold glass of the car window, watching the world zoom by as we raced along the motorway. It was pitch dark outside, but I could see the rain still lashing down the way it had been all day. It had been one of the driest years on record, but the rain seemed to have picked today of all days to come back with a vengeance. It was like the weather had decided to perfectly mirror my state of mind today. Or perhaps it knew what I’d done, and it was crying in distress.

“Hey.” I turned to see…