I mean, I know that sometimes a charity ends because of money issues, but what if everything your charity was supposed to fix got fixed? Like… what if your charity was “The Association to Help my Sister learn to Read”? And then your sister learned to read?

(First of all, I don’t see why this would require any money, and second of all, um, WTF, me?)

What if a bunch of people donated money to this cause, and then you completed the task? Those people wanted that money to go to that cause. Can you just… give it back? And if not… would you send it onto some other charity? Would you just keep it?

In other news… Yoshi Story is really annoying. And all my summer of projects things are on Fictionpress. June 7th is missing, and I’ve yet to type June 10, 11, and 12. Gah.

Bye.

03: The Letter Project
Time Limit: July 1st
Explanation: Spell out every letter in the alphabet.
Inspiration: I was trying to spell H, but failed.
Media: WordPress.

The room was filled with packing peanuts, three feet high. Opened, half-full, cardboard boxes lined the walls of the tiny flat. The previous owner of the suite was sitting in the middle of the sea of packing peanuts, her red cheeks stained with tears and her brown eyes glistening. Her short blonde hair was messed-up, giving the impression she just got out of bed. She was jerking wildly as her loud cries exploded from her small body. Eventually, her sobs subsided, and she straightened her skirt and stood up, continuing the heartbreaking task of cleaning out the house where she had loved with her brother until the accident.

Her pale face glowed in the moonlight. In his hands was the sleeping girl, her eyes closed and her mouth agape. He bent towards her face and whispered in her pierced ear, “I’ll never let you go, no matter how much money they give me.”

She hadn’t gotten any sleep in the past few days, and it wasn’t until he slipped tranquilizer pills into her food (which she ate so meagerly it worried him) that she found the balmy comfort of sleep.

It seemed as though his whisper had almost woken her, for her eyes – a pale green in colour – shut tighter and she let out a low groan. Her hands went to her head and she screamed as she felt hands that were not her own on her face. “Please, please, just leave me alone!” she yelled, rolling out of the bed.
“Dee, come on now, I just wanted to watch you sleep,” he said, a crooked smile appearing on his face. She was frozen in fright, having crawled into a corner.
“My name is Denise, not Dee, and I’m… you… please, just…” she stuttered out, covering her face with her hands.
“No matter how much your daddy pays me, I’ll never, ever give let you go.”

She screamed again, for possibly the last time, as he grabbed her by the torso and threw her on the bed.

It was hot outside, but James and his two best mates, Angie and Mitt, were casually smoking under the shade of a tree on the edge of their college campus.

“Alright, what do you call a deer with no eyes?” Mitt asked James. Angie giggled, for Mitt had told her this joke earlier.
“Hmm, I’ve no idea,” James responded after a few seconds of mock deep thought. Angie’s laughs grew louder and Mitt looked a bit put-out. “What did I do?” James asked, noticing the look on Mitt’s face.
“Well, that’s just the answer: no idea. Get it? No eye-deer?” Mitt said, his face brightening. James laughed
“Tell him the next one, Mitt!” Angie said, using the opportunity to shift her weight to be closer to Mitt.
“What do you call a deer with no eyes and no legs?” Mitt asked, shifting towards Angie in return, who then erupted once again into a fit of giggles.
“I don’t know,” James asked.
“Still no idea!” Mitt said, and the three of them laughed. Angie took a long drag out of her cigarette and blew the smoke alluringly into Mitt’s face. Mitt suddenly looked quite excited.
“Angie, did I ever show you what James and I found under that old bridge?” Mitt asked Angie, and when she shook her head, Mitt looked over at James, hiding his pleading face from Angie.
“Oh, yeah, Mitt should show you, it’s really cool,” James said with an eyeroll, knowing exactly what his friend wanted to “show” her: the inside of his mouth. Mitt mouthed “thanks” as he grabbed Angie’s hand. They walked off, still holding hands, and disappeared under the bridge.

James lit another cigarette and kicked back under the tree. He was unsure when Mitt and Angie would return – they had been giving each other “the eye” for the past three months now, and just last week Mitt finally asked her out. The three of them had always been good friends, and James just hoped that when they broke up, the trio wouldn’t suffer too much.

It had been a long day at Abilene Christian University in central Texas. James, the 19-year-old soccer star with short, sandy-blonde hair, freckles, and poor eyesight, was tired. And just as he was drifting off to sleep, something caught his eye. In this part of Texas, nearly everything was coated with a brown overtone, and this shady part was a rarity even on campus. So when something of vivid, entrancing colours was spewing from a dying bush, it was only right to be curious. As it was only a few feet away, James crawled towards the phenomenon, staring at the reds and blues that were swirling together, hypnotizing the boy. He took off his glasses and wiped them with his dusty shirt, just to be sure. When the vision did not change, James decided to be bold and touch it, which he immediately regretted.

It felt as though someone with huge hands was squeezing his stomach, trying to make his stomach come out of his ass. Needless to say, it was quite uncomfortable, but thankfully lasted only a few seconds before he fell from… nowhere. The bush and strange marvel were gone, and everything around him was full of colours like he’d never seen before. There were more trees than he’d ever seen in his lives, and the leaves were changing hues rapidly. He reached up and grabbed a leaf, and as he held it in his hands, it felt warm. Then, after a few seconds, it grew cold, and then let out a gasp as its colour changed to black. James dropped the leaf out of shock and watched as it shriveled up until it disappeared. His held a cigarette to his mouth and tried to calm himself down, as there was absolutely no way he was in a different dimension.

He wandered about this newfound land, walking along dirt pathways that looked like they hadn’t been trodden on in years and years. His only hope was that he wouldn’t get too lost – not that he knew where he was in the first place, and therefore was lost by default. However, knowing he was in completely unfamiliar wasn’t comforting in the least, so he took note of anything that resembled “his world,” though he didn’t touch anything, as he was still a bit shaken up from the leaf dying. The path was glittering, as if lined with diamonds.

His stroll came to an end as he faced a large black rock blocking the pathway. He was too afraid to go around it, and so, he decided to test his luck. James extended his arms and, to his amazement, the rock opened its eyes, which had just appeared, as well as its mouth.

“What do you want?” bellowed the rock. James, completely bewildered by the talking rock and the fact that it spoke English, fell backwards and landed on his bum.
“I… uh… you’re in the middle of the road…” he stuttered out, deciding it better to look at the almost normal ground.
“Oh, well, I suppose that would be quite obnoxious,” said the rock, though when James looked at it again, it was no longer a rock, but instead a tall, skinny, black man with a top hat and black trench coat. His shoes appeared to be that of snakeskin. “And if you don’t mind me asking, where have you come from, and where are you going?”
“Honestly, I don’t know,” James said as the man stepped out of the way and rested against the trunk of a tree. “One second I was at my school-”
“School?” the Rock-Man asked. “Where are you from, lad?”
“Um, Earth?” James dared to say. The Rock-Man roared with laughter.
“Well, how the heck did you wind up here? And how are you speaking my language?” James just shrugged, resting in the trunk of his own tree and taking out a cigarette. “Toss me one of them, will you?” the man asked.
“Well, like I said, I was at school – a place where we… uh, Earthlings go to learn things – and there was this… portal… thing and I touched it, and now I’m here,” James spat out, hoping he didn’t sound completely insane. The man said nothing, lighting the cigarette James threw him by snapping his fingers at the end of the cancer stick.
“Nice story. And I take it this is just what you speak on Earth?”
James nodded. “Do you know how I can get back?”
The man laughed again, and suddenly James felt the same feeling as before – like someone was squeezing out all his internal organs. He landed back under the tree where he had been before the bush decided to open a portal to another word.

A few minutes later, as James was trying to recollect his thoughts, Mitt and Angie came giggling back from under the bridge. James looked dazed, and Mitt winked at him.
“Let’s go inside, Mitt,” Angie said, her hands intertwined with his. “James, we’ll see you at dinner.” Mitt mouthed “We’re going to her room” as a crazed grin appeared on his face. James stood up and walked back towards the school.
“Don’t ever tell,” he muttered to himself.

Some of these projects will need to be documented by means of a video camera, others will be text based, and still more may need a picture to tell their story. The time these projects will take will vary – some will absorb the whole summer and will need to be done even when I am away from home and my computer.

The projects will all be introduced in due time.

Please comment with your ideas!! I NEED THEM!

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01: The Prompt Project
Time Limit: All Summer.
Explanation: Write a story, at least 100 words long, every day, based on a prompt.
Media: Fictionpress and WordPress

As a National Scholar, you will be distinguished as one of the most promising young leaders of tomorrow and will join your peers from across the nation for this unique learning experience.”

etc etc.

Living proof that straight A’s don’t mean a thing. One look at my report card will leave you thinking “HOLY SHIT THIS DUMBASS GOT THIS?” Seriously, I think I got a D.

Love KT.

Generally, being glad is a good feeling. Don’t you think so? Much better than being sad.

Lately, my gladness has included reading all 7 Potter books, finishing finals, and having successfully started summer. :D I also found a great fanfiction (link) which is very good for my Fred-love. Because Fred was re-Fredded. HUZZAH!

This calls for much rejoice.

I went to a party – a REAL PARTY! Alright, so it was pretty lame – a bunch of stupid guys were playing ultimate frisbee in the middle of the street, the two friends I came with were all like “LAMEZ” and left, so I went on a walk with these two other kids that are pretty cool. We discussed Harry Potter and how much grass sucks… or more like I complained how itchy it was. We also scream-sang Disney songs. Good times.

I’ve really been wanting to watch a bunch of old Disney movies; namely Mulan and the Lion King. Possibly a few others. But the thing is, the lights in my basement are all burned out, my dad doesn’t want to go get more lightbulbs for the basement, and that’s where the VCR is. D: Oh, well, I think I’ll face the dark. I’ll bring along a flashlight (and a box of popsicles).

In other news, I had my first “driving lesson” yesterday. I only drove off the street once! It was a weird turning circle, and I kept mistaking the weird sidewalk around the middle circle thing for… actual ROAD… so I had to kind of swerve, which is bad since I can’t turn anyway, and accidentally drove up off the curb and into some grass. Nearly killed my dad. I think I’ll get a bike instead. Thing is, can’t ride one of those, but it should be easier than driving a car, right? Also, better for the environment. :D

Turning circle, yo.

That’s all I’ve got.

<3 KT