I am going to set a poll up for you guys. Comment on this post with your favorite genre. The genre that comes out on top will be the genre that I write my next story in. It will begin today at the time of this posting and end on May 1st. READY……SET……GO!!!!

Hey Guys!

My class is doing blogs for a grade in Dual Credit English and we need your help and input. The sites we are doing are down below and don’t forget to check out my sites Beth Bayless’s Writing and Writing is a Major.










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I want to know what synopsis you guys want to see made into a story most. #1 will be revealed last. Vote in the comments with the symbol beside the synopsis


~Shadow is not just a nickname for this young man. It is a translation of his real name. Shadow is an arachlamite and so far as he knows, he is the last. Shadow struggles to fit in among humans as he searches for any others of his people. In the meantime, he is being hunted down by humans thinking he is a major threat to them as though he could destroy the entirety of the human race. What is a teenager supposed to be doing in this case? ~

(Kiny is a placeadept. They are new to this solar system and only want to find a place to stay after their home planet is destroyed. They think they found a planet with no advanced races when they landed on Earth. Then a huge ship appeared in the sky and the placeadepts were cornered. Mass slaughter leaves the placeadepts with no way to leave and leaves them on the run. Kiny is the last of his tribe out of the six who came to Earth. Will he be able to find anyone else and get away from the humans?)

$Two brothers in one body. A human boy clinging to his brother as they are experimented. The brother, Wind, takes over when it is all over. Scalenes are created by tortourous experimentation by humans. They all used to be human and now they are something else. Only one even vaugely remembers what it was like being a human. Wind and his brother travel alone, looking for their past and a pack after a fire kills Their pack. What will the two boys do? Will their story be told?$



It is March now and spring is not here where I am yet. I am still in 4 feet of snow, ice, and wind. But, what matters is would be that I am totally ready for spring. I am working on a Novella for you guys called Shroud’s in Territory. It is a science-fiction piece but it may end up being longer than Street Runners. I am running low on ideas so drop them in the comments after reading what I have next.

A vigilante is on the loose in Territory, Illinois and the cops are wondering who (or what) they are. In the shadows, a cutre by the chosen name of Shroud stands alone against the humans and other cutre who insist on breaking laws and traditions. In his search for his family’s murderers, Shroud meets Terance Brown, a drug addict who doesn’t want the drug any more. Will Shroud overcome his past with Terri at his side or will he go after the murderers, consumed by a longing for revenge?

Choose which ending you want, if you want there to be a gay couple or not, and why Shroud chose his name. I want this story to be interactive.

I am also hoping to write a few poems inbetween math tests and English papers that are coming up. Don’t forget to comment down below!

Mark and the Elk

Mark was not the social type like his sister. He wasn’t the type of man who boasted about his accomplishments. He was a humble man with a career as a librarian and author. He had been the MVP on his basketball team in high school but he had only joined the team each year because his sister had asked him to. She was in a wheelchair, and had been her whole teenage and adult life. Mark had gone to college and come back home to Indian Valley, Idaho with a new Montanna accent. Now he was hunting, as he had done since he was fourteen. This year he was after an elk. To be specific, he was after a three point bull elk. He had gone after elk before but this year he was alone. Always before he had been with his brother, helping him and receiving his help. But, this year Buck was on his honeymoon with his wife Page. So, for the first time in a long time, Mark hunted alone. He usually liked being alone but hunting alone was different from being alone. It was different from the quiet days where he would just write the world away until someone asked for help at the library or something in his house needed repaired again. This was a different type of alone. This alone made him feel small, made him hear things he could not typically hear, smell things he couldn’t usually smell, feel things he had not felt before.

Mark pulled his elk call out of his vest pocket and blew. It sounded like a female’s mating call. A male answered his call and he blew again. For a while, there was no answer but Mark was patient, unlike his brother. He blew his breath through the elk call regularly, sometimes getting an answer, other times not. He sat still on the ground, with his feet under his rear end. It was not the most comfortable position but he knew he could not hit an elk while laying down or sitting cross legged. The sun rose from its height on the horizon to noon, seemingly slowly, but Mark kept waiting. Finally, an elk came into view. He put the elk call away and looked through the trees at the large three point elk. It was covered in scars, old and new. It had blood on its coat, from a fight, a predator, or a human, Mark did not know which one but he knew he had to get this one, even if it had been the smallest elk he had ever seen, he had to shoot this one. It was obviously weak and close to death, but not close enough.

Mark raised the gun to his shoulder and looked through the scope. The elk was in his sights, two hundred feet away. With a breath in, he turned the safety off. With a breath out, he took his aim. Another breath in and he pulled the trigger with absolute certainty. The elk went down and did not rise again. Mark jumped off the stump he stood on and ran to the elk. He had hit it through the shoulder and the bullet was embedded in the elk’s heart. Mark walked over and slit the throat just in case. Then, he began cutting the antlers off. He had been waiting for this elk for weeks, having never gotten a good shot off before, always sending it running. He never took pictures of his kill like his sister and older brother did. He simply hunted for food. He wondered if he should give half of the huge elk to Tyler. Tyler was a handyman who had often come over to help Mark with the repairs his house seemed to need on a constant basis. He deserved some sort of reward. Mark made quick work of the elk’s carcass, gutting it with a sharp knife and a clear mind. He heard whistling and turned toward where the sound came from. Tyler came walking up the hill with his dogs, Copper and Tod.

“What are you out looking for,” Mark asked.

“Just walking right now,” Tyler answered. “That’s one big bull Mark. Is he the one that you were telling me about?”

“Yes, I was starting to think that he would never come out into the open but I finally had a clear shot,” Mark said.

“He might be too big for your freezer, especially the way that it is only big enough to fit a box of corn dogs and two butchered turkeys,” Tyler pointed out.

“Do you want half of it? I know that only one half would feed me for the entire year, maybe a bit more,” Mark asked.

“If you don’t mind I would take it. There is no sense in letting good elk meat go to waste,” Tyler said. Mark smiled and tied the hooves of the elk together. He wrapped and tied a tarp around the beast and put the guts into a different, much smaller tarp. Tyler helped him haul the elk to Mark’s half ton pick-up and they parted ways.

Ban of Muslims by President Trump

I understand where President Trump is coming from and I understand why so many people are divided on the subject of this post. I understand that this is another Red Crisis but with Muslims as opposed to communists. We are afraid of the bad things from one culture coming in and hurting us. We have enemies of the same religion, them being ISIS. We have had bad people attack us and they have been Muslim religion in several cases. But, not all people who are Muslims are bad people. Let me give you this anecdote; you are in a big crowd of strangers of different races and religions. What do you think of them? Do you even think about them as you make your way through the crowd? You’re likely not thinking of them in any other way than strangers you don’t know. Another anecdote would likely be easier to use. There is a group of people in a room and all of them are white. Several thousand white people have been murderers, pedofiles, rapists, so on and so forth. Do you think that all white people are bad? What if they were black? Chinese? Japanese? Amish? Catholic? Atheist? Indian? Navajo Native American? Protestant? Muslim? Is every single person of any of those specific races and religions bad? Are All of them murderers, pedofiles, rapists, or terrorists, or something else that is bad? No, they aren’t all murderers, pedofiles, rapists, or terrorists, etc. They are people. So why are we doing this?

FEAR. Fear is the driving force behind humans that is not related to food or reproduction. Fear made us run fast enough to outrun animals that could kill us back when we were still using wood clubs and living as nomads. Fear runs us today. We as a race, not just white, black, brown, red, or whatever other colors there are, the HUMAN race has fear as the driving force and that fear is what drove us to put Japanese Americans into concentration camps in World War II, threw countless innocents into a life far from their old ones, which they could never go back to. In the time of the Red Crisis, Americans were terrified that Communists would take everything away. The same thing happened during the Salem Witch Trials. It is happening again with Muslims. Americans, including the high and mighty President, are afraid of letting bad people in because it has happened before. Does that mean that we should ban people of a religion from the place they see as the land of the free? Is that reason enough to let children die in the streets because their families had nowhere to go when they tried to run away from bad things? Is that reason enough for thousands of Americans likely will be put either into concentration camps or simply sent to the middle east, where they have no clue how to go on because they were just kicked out of their homes permanently?



Please, comment what you think in the shoe box thing below and tell me what you think.

Hot Coco

Hot Coco

As the name promises,

The drink is hot, and tastes like dark chocolate.

It melts the ice in my bones,

It thaws my frozen flesh.

Mom sits beside me with her own cup.

We sit and drink as we talk.

We talk about boy troubles as I sip at my drink.

I know that through this winter,

I will always have Hot Coco with Mom.

And this spring, we will go to having tea.



It’s cold

It is very cold

It is piled high, to the point one only had a six foot drop,

Once they stepped off the roof.

It is fun at first,

But then you get cold,

So cold, you must run inside for fear of freezing.

Then, you run to the fire and your mother’s arms.

Ah, yes,

Snow is cold but it always shows you where warmth is found.



When the snow falls from the sky,

Inside we hide and cuddle.

No more warmth than the fireplace and family.

This winter has been hard, but it has been better than others.

Each snowflake stays until it melts, then it joins the ice.

Remember the warmth of family and fire, all through this rough winter.

December & January

Sorry I was gone last month guys, my grandma came back from the hospital, I had school to do , games to play, and a concert to do. So, I am going to ask you what I should do for my next piece. Should I do fantasy, realistic fiction, sci-fi, non-fiction, poetry, or something else. Let me know in the comments below. In the mean time I am going to be working on what I can. Please do not be mad.