Thursday, October 30, 2014


Okay, so I am sure you all are wondering where and the world I have been for the last few weeks, and well, to be honest, I am not sure myself.  I guess sometimes you just get so wrapped up in life spending time with family, schoolwork, activities, hanging out with friends.  I takes so much time.  I must confess that I have not written one word in my novel since the Go Teen Writers Word War, and I feel awful about it!  So now I am ready to really get some words typed out in, you guessed it:


My goal is 34,000 words, but I am thinking of upping it to 50k to try and finish my book.  I am really excited because this is my first year, but I am also a little nervous.  Since it is my first year, I decided to do the Young Writers Program.  If anyone is doing YWP, you may send me a buddy request.  My username is: mickaylajjansen.

One more thing, I am not planning on posting at all during NaNo and the month of November, but I might be able to squeeze in a post (or get a guest blogger).  Good luck writing everyone!

Thursday, October 9, 2014

A Couple Announcements

Ok, so first of all I would like to say that this week has been crazy and I haven't followed my blog schedule whatsoever.  This will be the post which was meant for tomorrow, but you have no idea what my calendar looks like then.

1. New prompt idea
So, long story short, my mom was going through our office and she found prompts that she wrote when she was young.  I thought that maybe at the end of each post, I would include one.  See the bottom for today's prompt.

2. Go Teen Writers Six Day Word War
Yay!!!  *screams super loud*  I has already started but you can participate at any time.  So far, I have only had about thirty minutes to write and I have written about 620 words (Whoohoo!).  I would love to see you at!

Prompt for today:
You are a tour guide at the Whit House!
Do you like it?
What is your relationship with the president?
Tell about you secret relationship with the president.
Well, that's all for now!  Bye y'all!

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Monday Minute Challenge

Below is my entry for this week's Monday Minute Challenge on Christ is Write.  I apologize for not being able to follow my blog schedule, but my life has been so busy.  Anyway...I used the picture prompt again and it turned out to be 212 words.  Enjoy!

She was trapped, all alone, with nothing to hide.  How had she gotten here?  She deserved better.  The last move wasn’t a smart one, she must admit, but maybe it was worth it.  Giving up herself wasn’t an easy choice, but she did it for him.  The tears continued to flood down her pale, dirty face.  How could she live like this for the rest of her life?  She couldn’t.  Then why had she ever made that one decision, which changed everything?  She didn’t even know herself.  He was the one who dragged her into all of the sinful things, shouldn’t he be the one here?  He had done wrong and she believed in him.  Her tangled blond hair hadn’t been brushed in days and she pushed her fingers through the tangled blond hair back out of her glistening blue eyes with much effort.  He was the one who should be in jail right now, not her.  But, no, she loved him and took his place willingly.  It was almost as if she gave up her life for him.  Just days before, together they sat an old table, staring at the wanted poster with their faces all over not saying a word.  She had done it to protect him, wasn’t that enough?

Thanks so much for reading!

- Mickayla :)

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Character Profile: Skylar Holman

Ok, first of all, I have to say that I am sorry I did not post yesterday.  For once, though, my excuse isn't that I was busy.  To be truthful, I had nothing but time.  So, I ended up super bored and uninspired.  Anyway, no to keep you in suspense any longer, here it is.

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My heart pounded heavily against my chest, feeling as if my ribs would simply crack in two at any moment.  The couch I sat on, though cushioned, felt as hard as a rock.  The soft lightened room added no comfort.  I hated being here, the walls seemed to close around me on all sides and suffocate me.

“Skylar, Skylar Holman.”  The young man called to me, trying to get my attention.

“Yes?” I questioned him with a flat stare.

“You know why you are here, now please, tell me what the earliest moment you can remember is?”  He coaxed.

“I, I…don’t know.”

“Yes, you do.  Skylar, you have Hyperthermesia, you remember everything.  Look, I cannot imagine how you must feel right now, not many teenage girls want to be called a ‘case’.” He paused to glance at his watch. “Just try.”  How was I going to explain it to him?  How was I going to tell what happened?  All that pain, I couldn’t speak the words.  But, it was too late now.  I was already seeing the flashbacks of that night, when the men came.  I couldn’t stand to see it replay in my mind for the hundredth time.  I was only two years old, but I remembered the day like a nightmare that I dreamed the night before.  An odd silence filled the room, and I took a quick glance at the clock.  Perfect.

“Excuse me, sir, but our time together is up.”  I said as politely as possible.  Then, I raced out of the room before another word could be stated. 

When I reached home, after running most of the way, I was completely out of breath.  My muscles ached and my brain seemed to also.  Oh no…  I knew what this meant – an attack.  The world seemed to spin all around me as I struggled to get into the house.  Inside, my younger brother was playing with his babysitter, Brooke Winchester.  Although she was four years older than me, I was developing a friendly relationship with her.  Brooke took one look at me and went to work.

“Skylar, here lay down on the couch.” She took my arm and pushed it up onto her shoulder.  “I will call your parents.”  The next thing I knew, I was out.  I was unconscious and my body shut down.
I woke up in the scientists’ lab and they were running several tests.  I stayed calm; I was used to this.  It was common for me to have attacks, but never this severe.  I still felt a bit dizzy from the attack and I tries my hardest to relax.  When I felt fully alert, I began to observe my surroundings.  In another room neighboring the testing room, other scientists were mixing chemicals.  Hmm…I wonder what that is for.  My curious mind hinted me to look further into this.

When the tests were finally completed, the doctor left to tell my parents I was finished.  I was relieved and gave into this opportunity.  I jumped up out of my chair.  Before I could find a way into where the chemicals were, the door creaked open.  That was quicker than usual.  I soon realized that the face was much younger than my parents’ or even the doctor’s.
“Oh, Brooke.” I blurted.
“Your Mom said I could go ahead in to see you.  What were you doing, it looked like you were looking for a way out or something?”  She looked at me as if demanding an answer.
“I was trying to find a way into that room,” My finger pointed towards the chemicals. “I was just curious.”  I searched around once more and this time finished satisfied.  The air vent tunnel looped around and came back out in the other room.  As quickly as I could, I rolled the chair over towards the wall and locked the wheels.  “Want to come with me?”
“Sure.  Let’s go.”  We both filed into the tunnel and crawled our way through the passage.  Seconds later, we opened up the air vent on the other side.  Without a thought, I jumped down to the floor.  I landed flat on my feet and turned around.  Brooke was still up in the opening, waiting.

“There isn’t really anything I can put up against the wall for you to jump on.  Do you want to just wait there?  I will only be a minute.”  When I reached the table, I began to search.  I just need to find paperwork.  The rustle of pages sounded throughout the room and my eyes scanned. There, I had found it.  Formula almost ready for testing on the new subject to see if it affects their memory.  Soon we should have the army of people with perfect memories on their side.  What?  These scientists are testing me to build an army of people with perfect memory.  That would be a disaster.  I had to do something, and I had to do something soon.
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*sighs*  That was much longer than I expected, but, I always get carried away when I write.  Thanks for reading, bye!  *waves furiously*
- Mickayla