Tom, Becky, and Huck

Since y’all liked my Mad Hatter post, here’s more.

“Tom Sawyer was a lot of things, unconfident not being one of those things. The boy walked with his shoulders back and his head up. The lanky sixteen year old was always dirty. His dingy, olive green hoodie was covered in dirt stains and something that resembled blood on the elbow. The cuffs of the sleeves were stretched out and torn, frayed at every edge they could find.

He had sun-lightened golden brown hair and a permanently freckled face. There was always some amount of mischief to be found in those sparkling blue eyes of his. His grin was easy and frequent, though not to be trusted in the slightest. His faint southern accent made him practically irresistible to the majority of the girls in school. But he only had eyes for Becky Thatcher.

Becky was the kind of a person that made you stop and stare. Her bright blue eyes almost matched her boyfriend’s. All the girls were jealous of her naturally honey-blonde hair that always managed to look perfect. And she had that vintage style that they wished they could pull off like Becky could.

Her laugh was like sun-beams through dark clouds on a rainy day. She really was the sweetest thing and no one was quite sure why she stayed with loud, disrespectful Tom. Some say she brought out the best in him, and that he’s very gentlemanly to her alone. But it remained an enigma the student population.

Then there was the classic third-wheel friend; Huckleberry Finn. Rumors said his dad was a drunk and his mom left before he could remember much of her. But that didn’t seem to put a damper on Huck’s life. He was always laughing boisterously, his grin even more present than Tom’s. He went barefoot whenever possible, not a sight anyone really wanted to see. His favorite clothing was overalls… and nothing else as far as anyone could tell. His hair was a little darker than Tom’s, and his face had less freckles, but they looked very similar, with the straight nose and strong chin.

Huck was one of those friends who could make anything into a dirty joke, but chose his moments carefully, not wanting to overuse vulgarity. There were very few girls genuinely interested in Huck, but the few who had had been sorely disappointed. The fifteen-year-old was still convinced that girls had cooties. His weekends were spent hunting and fishing and every type of outdoor activity that boys dreamed of.

The trio was interesting to observe, with Becky there to balance out the boys. But they were nonetheless entertaining and loved by many.”

Again, let me know if you enjoyed this 🙂 

Hazel Grace (post Augustus Waters) *SPOILERS*



She stood there, gripped with every feeling of grief fathomable. Yes, she knew the realities of cancer. But never had she dreamed it would rip away the one perfect thing in her life. Augustus Waters was gone. Gone forever.

She could still see his eyes and hear his easy-going laugh. The cold grave held nothing of the life that had blessed her difficult life.

The salt water would not stop flowing from Hazel’s eyes. Hazel Grace. Her name was Hazel Grace. She could still remember how he said it. But one day she would forget. Forget the way his voice changed when was nervous. Forget the way his words flowed perfectly when he had rehearsed them and the way he started stumbling when the speech ran out. This thought brought on a new torrent of tears. Sinking to her knees, she wailed to a God she wasn’t sure existed.

Every touch, gone from her life forever. When she had discovered his relapse into osteosarcoma, she had tried to imagine her life without him. Without her little infinity.

She never imagined that it would hurt this much.

Every time she saw or heard the word ‘Okay’ her heart hurt the way it had when she had first found out about his death. It was supposed to be their ‘always’. Instead it was Hazel’s ‘what could’ve been’.

She stayed there for quite some time, crumpled by the grave of her boyfriend, quite sure that no one would ever replace. No one could replace Augustus Waters.

“I love you,” She choked out through salty, damp lips. “Okay?”

And she could hear the whisper. “Okay.”






“Warning: If yo…

“Warning: If you receive a box from a Dr. A. Summers who lives in Florida, DO NOT OPEN under any circumstances, unless you’re up for a crazy whirlwind of an adventure.”

This is how Chloe Nickelson begins her encounter with Time Travel. So what was in this mysterious box from a complete stranger? Why would she warn against something as innocent as opening a package?

The answers are in Time Brigade; Ancient Beginnings.

The Mad Hatter

“Everyone could see him coming. Braylon Barmy; the Mad Hatter. He towered over everyone in the class, standing at 6 feet three inches, accentuated by the floppy top hat he always wore. The sign on the side of his prized hat was barely legible, advertising some sort of sale using curly script. The hat itself was covered in patches of clashing materials, helped along the orange curls of hair peeking out from underneath.

The suit jacket that Braylon favored was much the same way, a deep purple velvet, with a gratingly bright orange patch pocket, a lime green shoulder, and mis-matched buttons.

His trousers had seen better days, certainly. They used to be white, now a dingy cream color, with a ragged hole exposing Braylon’s left knee. The pants had been drawn on using several shades of Sharpie, in designs of tea cups, playing cards, and rabbits.

As usual, gracing his unusually long feet were a pair of orange converse, custom made. The laces looked like they glowed in contrast to the dirty pants.

Ever present at his side was George Hare, the snooty know-it-all. His dark red hoodie was immaculate, showing just the collar of his bright white button-up. There was nothing too remarkable about his appearance except for his hair. Amid the straight black mess as a shock of white, running from front to back, on the side of his head. No one knows how it came to be. It just was.

And so the slightly raucous pair strode the halls of Wilhelm High School, laughing and arguing boisterously.”

I read Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and was playing around with the idea of these characters in their teenage years. If you like this, please let me know and I’ll do more 🙂


It is only when…

It is only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realize just how much you love them – Agatha Christie

I love this quote so much because of how well it applies to my friends and family. Honestly, the best memories are from us being goofy together, doing things like dressing up as hipsters, hopping through Wal Mart, and making music videos. Serious moments are good, they’re what give a relationship substance, but you have to lighten up sometimes. So go do something ridiculous. 🙂