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Fiona’s Hero Part Three

Welcome back back, owlnerds! Enjoy Part Three: The Argument

Flipping on the living room lights, I headed toward the kitchen. With piles of dishes in the sink, I ignore the mess and open our stainless steel refrigerator. Opening the bottom drawers, I pulled out an apple and a string of cheese. Shutting refrigerator door, I rolled my eyes.

Mom had placed both of her hands on both of the counters so I couldn’t get out. “Fiona, please don’t blame God. Your father wouldn’t want you to act like this.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Like what, mom? How can I be normal when my father dies? People say the grief will pass. It’s a lie. How can they know anything? All the people who tell me this, have never lost anyone.”

Tears dripped down my mother’s face as she placed her hands off the counter.

Racing past her as I opened my bedroom door.

My room was like an average bedroom with a bed in the middle under the window. My white wooden desk on the right and my night table on the other side. The bathroom stood on the left side of the room. Falling flat on the bed as I pull a pillow off and hug it. Slowly my eyes shut and I pass out.

My eyes widened as sweat paced down my neck. Shifting my head, I realize what I was seeing was just a dream. Sitting up as I rubbed the back of my neck. It was a dream, I tell myself. Dad is gone, the shooters are not coming to get you. Just breathe. Removing the sheet of my sweating body, my eyes turn toward my nightstand where my father’s bible sat there. Turning my head, I jump off my bed and into the bathroom. I strip down, turned the hot water on and dip in. Steam fills the air as I begin scrubbing my head with lavender shampoo. My ears perk up as I hear something.

“Come on, Melinda, Let’s surprise Fiona.”

“Kenneth, you can’t surprise her if you are not whispering.”

Tears drip down my face as I remember the exact moment in time that conversation had happened. It was the morning of my sixteen birthday I just woke up because of my “whispering” to my mom. Crouching down as I curled my hands around my knees as I ignored the fact that my skin began to burn bright red as the water continued to run. “Papa, why did you die? I should be taken your place. You never deserve to die.”

Fiona’s Hero Part Two

Hello, owlnerds. Here is the part two of Fiona’s Hero. Enjoy!

The Drive Home

The honking of car made me turn quickly. A car had slowed down in front as the passenger’s window rolled down. A older woman around her forties with dark brunette hair with olive eyes smiled at me. “What have you being doing? When I saw that you weren’t on the bus, I started to get nervous.”

I rolled my eyes. “Mom, I’m fine.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Where is your backpack?”

“I lost it.”

“Lost it, Fiona how could you have lost it?”

I opened the passenger door as I slipped in. “Charles Avery, thats who.”

Releasing her foot off the brake, she continued to drive north. “Charles Avery, maybe I should talk to his mother.”

Lifting my feet on the car’s dashboard, I turn my head towards my mother. “Please, don’t. At least he didn’t get to my wallet or phone.”

She turned her blinker on as she turned left on Elite Street. “Well either way I am going to talk to Mrs. Avery besides how is school going?”

“I would say great but that’s not true. I failed my math exam, lost my science essay, and was called into the principal office.”

Turning her car on our driveway, she stopped the car and turned her head toward me. “Principal’s office?”

“Yeah, I didn’t know I couldn’t play hooky for English class.”

“Why did you skip class?”

I raised my hands in the air. “I didn’t make my big presentation. How can I make a presentation where I can’t bring the person part of it is dead. Hmm, mom. What am I going do?”

My mom lend forward and squeezed my hand. “Fiona, I hope you are not blaming Him for this?”

“Maybe I am. He would have been a life if there was no shooting.”

“Fiona, you can’t believe that.”

Unbuckling myself, I opened the door. “I am, mom. I am.” Tears dripped down my face as I walked toward our white town house front door. Pressing down the correct combination, the door unlocks as I head inside.

Marvel Avengers Book Tag

Welcome back, owlnerds! A new Monday, a new post. Enjoy!

I found this book tag from Kristen’s blog.


The sarcasm that Halt has in this book is hilarious. Its the best thing yet.


A positive message that showcased the main problems with our world, abortion. Survival of the fittest.


Samwise, the real hero, not Frodo. He survived and was still loyal when Frodo was loyal to gollum. He carried the food during the journey. He carried Frodo up the Mount of Doom. Who else does that?


Talfia Cricket, she is bad ass. She fights a evil spirits and saves the world.


This book made me so angry. Its a retelling of Romeo and Juliet. I enjoyed it until they added a scene that had no purpose at all. It was off detail sex scene. What why? If it wasn’t in the story, I would been greatly pleased but no. That had to ruin everything. 😦


A dystopia/ post apocalyptic world: A girl who has to live post – nuclear war clueless if her any loved ones survived. She meets a man and she begins to have her doubts toward him. She questions if she trust or not? Check it out!!


This book gave me the shivers. I am surprised, shocked by the plot twist. Its disturbing. It reminds me a lot of
The Eligible Bachelor (Sherlock Holmes).

A Friend in Need

Welcome back, owlnerds. Here is the first story, I ever wrote. It’s called A Friend in Need. Enjoy!

One evening, a squirrel was working in his garden. When he saw a small mouse digging up some of his celery. He yelled, “Get away from there, you mongrel.”

The mouse replied, “Please don’t harm me, I’m just a poor tiny girl.”

When the squirrel saw this, he answered, “I’m sorry that I yelled at you. What is your name?”

Then the mouse said, “My name is Peach.”

The squirrel said, “My name is Kirby. Do you want to be my friend?”

“Sí, I will be your friend,” Peach remarked.

Soon they become best friends.

Two months later, a storm flooded Peach’s house and she suffered a great deal of thirst and hunger. But that didn’t stop Kirby, he immediately came to her house and fed her a loaf of bread, some berries, nuts, cherry wine pop, and some blankets for her warmth. She thanked him for everything,

Soon, Peach was too old to live in the great woods that she was going to find a mate and live in the city. But, Kirby would not let her because he loved her since he first sat eyes on her.

So, one spring day, Kirby went to see Peach to say good-bye but before he could go to her house. The door opened and he saw Peach wearing a beautiful white wedding dress with roses and a straw bonnet with a sewed flower on the side. He was about to declare something.

But, Peach replied, “I found a mate that is a friend of mine.”

“But who,” Kirby asked.

“You, Kirby, I will live with you as long as I exist,” Peach remarked.

Two hours later, they got married and left the great woods to go to Paris, France. They wished their friends and had grand life as they did.

The controversial topic of the use of language.

Hello owlnerds, this post is different than usual. Here is a disclaimer:

Its been a while since I wrote a blog post. So I wrote this post on Saturday, late at night. A time of day where I like to question and debate on worldly problems.

Good evening, owlnerds. Here is this blog post. I literally just wrote. Let me know side are you on in the comments down below.

This blog post will be the “death” of me, but you know it does have some truth to it. I know that writing this will not change something but at least, you guys might understand. The thing is I question but understand why they think certain words are bad and others are not. When you are listening to a radio and they cut something out and you question what it is and realize its a bad word but then some songs curse but they don’t cut it that. Like why? I know we live in a dark world where people hate God but still really? It saddens me that kids have to listen to and think it’s a good thing you should say those words.

And there are books, movies, and tv shows. And if you watch Stranger Things and haven’t turned off, like why? I watched like 5 minutes of it and realize the kids in were cursing and saying almost every bad word (f-word, h-word, b-word, etc.) Really why? People say they watch or do you some pretend you don’t hear it. Really? Whenever I watch something, I count every bad word and when I am sick of it, I turn it off.

Then there are books. When I rate a book and there is a certain amount of bad words especially cursing, I go down a star in my rating. There is one book I would like to point out and I know people will dislike because of it but going to do it anyway. This book is Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell. I am not ratting the author but if you notice the excessive swearing in the first ten pages, it really saddens me. And of course, most books are like this. I am just stating an example.

We live in a world where people don’t take care of what say, write, etc. It really is sad. This is Sunny on late-night blog debate on the use of language. Thank you and good night.

I have the plot bunny disease…..

So I realized that I have the sickness for plot bunny fever. Most of my stories are a surprise idea that I get so often that stop whatever I am doing and start typing it only to discover that I am supposed to be working on my main project. As of right now, I stopped working on my oldest project because I had so many plot bunnies hitting me and I thought would explode. I even changed my storyboards on Pinterest to a secret board. I honestly can’t look at them anymore. I am even thinking of deleting my stories and starting my story ideas anew. 

I am either stressed or overthinking. I might attempt a story once I have an idea worthy enough. Everything I used to look at for inspiration is now useless. I don’t understand what happening maybe I am beginning to question if I was made for writing. Of course, I don’t know since it has always been writing. I really feel like hitting my head against a brick wall. So the next couple weeks, I will be staring at a screen wondering if a new story will rise again. Or is it worth the pain of trying to write? I’m even ignoring the post I wrote a long time ago about inspiration. My inspiration is a blank slate. I feel like blank. I seriously have no inspiration for writing. So the next upcoming weeks, I might or might not be posting. I really need to find out what is happening. Thanks for understanding. 

Cover Reveal


Welcome owlnerds, today. I give you new covers for Jes Drews’ series. Please enjoy this bonus post also read this books. All the books’ profit goes to charity.
Kristian Clark and the Agency Trap, Book One: The Bachelor Missions
The good-guys, the bad-guys, and the wild card- it’s the ultimate game of cloak and dagger…
Kristian Clark, private eye, thought his days as a special agent were behind him, but when he’s drafted into action, he finds himself reunited with his old team- and painful memories of why they broke up in the first place. But as he plunges into mission after mission- from a ‘holy heist’ to babysitting a young hacker to going undercover in a cult- Kristian find that everything he tried to leave behind is coming back to haunt him with a vengeance, and then some. First there’s the mysterious woman who knows more about Kristian- and his past- than makes sense while using science fiction weapons that don’t make sense period. Then there are the shady powers-that-be who are responsible for drafting him back into this world to satisfy their own nefarious agendas. It’s all Kristian can do to keep from being pulled into their games as he tries to figure out who to trust and what to fight for, even as the trap put in place to destroy him is set with a ticking clock.
When did espionage get so complicated?


The classic game of cat and mouse- but who’s the cat and who’s the mouse?
 Kristian Clark is still reeling from his accidental marriage to his rookie, Susan Deanna, when NEO anarchists attack their agency and they have to go on the run with his- their?- two adopted children. But the NEOs aren’t the only ones who are after them- the strange agency that seems straight from the pages of a science fiction novel is hot on their tails. But are they going after Kristian? Or Susan? Or both? But as they work to stay one step ahead of their pursers, secrets begin to come to light about their enemies, their friends, and even each other. Things are in play that are beyond any of their understanding or attempts to control. Even if all reality seems to be a fabrication, will Kristian be able to face his calling?
What if everything you knew was a lie?


I’d tell you I love you… But then you’d make me change the baby’s diaper.
Kristian Clark can go undercover for months on end, combat multiple enemies at once, and even teleport through dimensions. He should be ready for everything. But having a newborn child… is a little outside his skill set.
And the universe isn’t ready for little Shannon either. The tentative layers of the universe begins to peel apart and his adopted son gets pulled through a portal in the hospital.
Along with an angry wife and reunited best friend, Kristian travels the dimensions to find his son and somehow find a way to save reality without giving up his little girl.
Thanks for reading!😏