If you could.

“If you could be anyone, who would you be?” I asked. Staring pass the dark stairwell that seemed all to friendly.

“Anyone?” He asked.

I nodded. “Anyone.”

He inhaled, pausing. “I’d want to be myself.”

“That’s an interesting notion.” I replied, tugging at the end of my brown hair. Just hard enough to remind me to blink.  “Most people would want to be somebody else.”

“I’m sure.” He said, chuckling. “How about you, out of the billions of people on this planet, who would you want to be, Miss Mary?”

“I don’t know. Certainly not me now… perhaps, me in seven point five years to the future.”

“That’s an interesting notion.” He responded, quoting me.

“I’m sure.” I said, grinning back.

Written by A. Writes

 AW sunset

600 Follows + New Series!

The Teachers A1

Coming September 1st 2014!

 Hello! First of all, WOW! I can’t believe this blog has reached 602 follows! Thank-you! This has been an amazing adventure so far, and your support has been absolutely stunning! I feel very honoured to have you all apart of my online community here on WordPress – and as well as on twitter. I can’t wait to see what the future has in store for us!

In celebration, starting September 1st, 2014, I will be launching a new short story series called, ‘ The Teachers.’ And I am very thrilled to talk about it! This is a new ‘format’ for this blog, so we will see how it goes! It’s a science fiction series that will be broken up between three to five posts, each being published on a Wednesday.

Question: What is ‘The Teachers’ about?

My answer: I can’t tell you that yet, (snickers) but please stay close!

 Sincerely, A. Writes 

It’s all for the Adventure

It’s all for the adventure.

The air smelt disgusting; it almost makes me vomit just thinking about it, really. It was like that thick, sticky smell.  I was even tempted to stick Vicks up there. It was pretty dark outside too, which didn’t help. At all. Now, I know what you are thinking. Why did you do it then? Why did I attempt to break into the fish market and steal a catfish? Well, to be honest I couldn’t help myself. My curiosity got the best of me and I had to answer to it. And I know, it would make the story easier to swallow if I said my younger siblings dared me to do it, but it was all me and I would have gotten away with it! If I didn’t let out a cursed screech at the exact moment your were walking by with your big ol’ flash lights. But hey, think of it as a favour, you guys caught me because of it. But wouldn’t you be screaming if you dove into a huge container full of fish endings too? Yuck. You guys would have walked right past me anyhoo. So yeah, there was no reason to my actions. I wasn’t on drugs, or doing someone else’s bidding. I was simply being a rebellious pre-teenager who was trying to steal a catfish. I would have named it Sally, you know. If it survived the jolt back home in my rucksack I would have kept it in the bathroom tub, and if it died I would have tried to cook it.

I know. I am probably going to spend the rest of my summer vacation doing community service, but its a win-win. I get to help out the community… and it’s all for the adventure anyways. Just go ahead and call my parents already.

Written by A. Writes. 


Crown feet drawing heavy on pounding cement. with a horse-drawn carriage approach the bench. she was laced in pearls, diamonds and grey. her eyes were aged but her smile was prey.

she waited every year at the old-paged peer, half excepting for her bright-eyed sailor to appear.

nothing for yet and her thoughts for pause, for worries forgotten. among the forgotten.

feet drawing heavy on one pounding cement.

Writing and Photo by A. Writes 

I set my manuscript on fire!

I thought I should let you know, I set my manuscript on fire.

Metaphorically speaking, of course. And with great content (sarcastically) I am reporting that the current flames are snapping high and the air is growing heavy with 80,000+ words that haven’t had the pleasure of being read, yet. And yes, I’m talking about the novel that I had written for NaNoWriMo 2013 and edited for Camp NaNoWriMo 2014. That wonderful, crazed beast that I had tamed and taught and excitedly whispered about through grazed breaths.

However now, the reason it is metaphorically blazing is due to the very short answer of it being wrong. Deficient, chaotic… hollow. Whatever the terms are it just doesn’t feel ‘right’ to me. It doesn’t have the enchantment and attachment I would like it to have. So it’s on fire. Burning off the mistakes (dramatic, I know), singeing the gap and waiting for the ash to fall. And as my grandmother says; ‘different methods, different outcomes.’ So cheers to a new novel! I’m starting from chapter one, page one and word one. Today! At least now, I know what ‘not’ to do. Sort of.


A. Writes.