New Start.

   I am here to start fresh. Only wishing for this blog to give me good things in the future. I hope it does. Here is a new story. It isn't fantastic by any means, but this is a new beginning, a fresh start. So here it is!

Unnamed.

We all know the feeling of wanting to take people’s pain away. We see the tears dancing across their face, or the blood dripping from their skin, and we want to help. The deepest part of us wishes to take that pain away, and let ourselves bear the burden of all the pain that they feel. If you had the power to take their pain and wear their tragedies, would you? You will never have to face this question, and you should be glad, but I will, and do. This question is my past, present, and future. I, Helena VanHoit, face this question every day.

When I was a toddler, at about the age 3, I first learned of my power. I was waddling down the street with my best friend, Annabelle, with our parents following us, taking pictures of us walking in our large puffy jackets and our bright red balloons tied to our wrists.

After a moment of hopping like bunnies over the cracks in the sidewalk, Belle tripped and fell. She landed face first on the concrete, smushing her button nose against the ground. Her mother ran up behind her, and picked her up. Belle was sobbing. She was in pain, and at this age, I knew she was hurting. Her mom crouched down to put her back on the ground, and she put her hands straight up, trying to tell her mom to pick her up, but I waddled over to her with my stubby toddler legs. I placed my tiny finger on her nose, and closed my eyes. I didn’t know why, I just thought that was what I needed to do.

With my eyes closed I concentrated on her pain. I concentrated on the tears running down her face, and as I did that, my face hurt too! I started to feel this burning feeling on my face and when i touched my finger my own nose, it stung, and hurt terribly. I opened my eyes and looked at Belle, her nose was still red but she was just as happy as she was before the incident. At age 3 I didn’t know what was going on, so I started to cry, feeling my nose and wincing every time the stinging feeling struck me. My mom picked me up and reassured me that Belle was the one that hurt her nose, not me, and that I was fine. This was when I first knew something was going on. Even at such a young age I knew that this wasn’t supposed to happen, but I didn’t think about it too much, all I was concentrating on was the pain.

And here I am, yet again.

       I miss 2012. I do not miss the cringy writing skills and annoying personality that I had, but I miss the writing. I miss the freedom and joy. I'm still very happy, but my imagination is not flowing with nearly as much ease as it was. I am coming back to rediscover the writing part of me, as I have begun to miss the silly stories and the spotty ideas with so many plot holes it was barely a plot. I miss writing like I used to, and I'm hoping as I come back to this blog I will rediscover that 10 year old me. I hope I will write thousands of silly stories with stupid synonyms and bad punctuation without caring. I hope this will bring back the writing of 2012.

I have yet another blog!

I know I said I wouldn't post here anymore but, I've recently created a blog, that is more relevant to my life now, and I realized, I'm still getting pageviews here. I may continue my Mysterious Myth story on there so here you can find the blog. Right now my posts are very girly/ white girl stereotype, but that is just me searching for ideas. It will get more interesting as I get more pageveiws and ideas. So please go to that link and comment ideas for the blog and what you want me to post!

NO MORE SS

No more Sofie's Stories on Sofie's Stories. I will leave this blog up for people to read old stories but I will not be posting on her anymore. I will put the Sofie's Stories link on each story I write on TheRandomMonkeys.blogspot.com . They will be short stories from now on. I am very sorry that I have not finished The Mysterious Myth but I can not think of a way to finish it quickly. Also, Short stories are better for me to write so I will not get bored. Thanks for understanding S.S. lovers :) (even though no one even looks at this blog anymore)
~Sofie The Random monkey

Mysterious Myth #20

Ok I haven't posted in like FOREVER!! I am starting on my story again!

Mr.Bonzoni said " School starts at 7:30, remember?" "Of course I remember!" I said. "Did you change your clocks for daylight savings?" Mr.Bonzoni asked. "Oh, no I didn't." I answered quietly. All the kids in the class started laughing, even the teacher started giggling. Mindy fell out of her chair laughing and pointing at me. I ran out of the classroom and out of the building's door. I hopped the fence and ran. I ran a whole mile to Zerena Lane and ran to the 27th house. I rang the doorbell, and no one answered. I held the doorbell down and let it ring for 3 minutes, but no one answered. Tears were streaming down my face when I was about to leave. I was walking down the steps when the door opened. Standing there was a guy with a shower cap on and a towel wrapped around his waist. He was the man we had met the day before. "What's the problem? I was taking a shower!" he asked. then he saw me crying and he said "Oh what happened! Come in!" I stepped in his house and....


Ok I have to go to bed now. I will try to write tomorrow!

Mysterious Myth #??

I haven't written in forever! It has been a whole entire month! I really need to write more. If I think summer's busy than what's the school year like?      

Last time...I looked up it upclose, and say that there was a tiny keychain on it that said "The Ice dragon of Alaska" then it had a picture of the dragon. It was the one my grandpa took.

This time...  I knew my dad must have worked on it and made the keychain himself. I was so happy about the keychain but I was nervous about getting to school too, so I couldn't be very excited about it. When I finally got to school I was 14 minutes late. I said goodbye to my dad and ran. I ran to my classroom (which unfortunately was on the second floor) and when I got there with my heart beating fast, and I was all sweaty, everyone stared at me like I had 4 heads. I stared back at them all hoping for someone to say "You were only 14 minutes late" but that never happened. My teacher, Mr.Bonzoni told me that I was late. He said that I was 1 hour late. One whole hour!!!! I was only 1 minute late! I must of looked confused because Mr.Bonzoni said...

The Mysterious Myth #18

I haven't written in FOREVER! I haven't written in like 27 days! I am so sorry to keep you waiting! First it was all last day of school stuff, then going to Prince Edward Island, and I don't know why I haven't written! eep! 




Last time (seriously a long time ago)... 
Hurry up! You can eat your waffles in the car" "Okay" I said


This time...
  I ran to the car as fast as a could and hopped in. I knew that I was already late, but I didn't want to be so late that I would have to get my name in the blue book. You see, my school has a policy that if you are really bad, (or really late) you would have to sign your name in the blue book. If you had your name in the blue book 3 times, you would have detention for a whole month. Every single day! If I was in school only 15 minutes late I would just have to sit in the classroom by myself for lunch, but If I was 20 minutes late, I would have to sign the blue book. 
  My dad came running into the car yelling something, but I had no idea what he was saying. At first it sounded like barkparc, then it sounded like aardvark. I had no idea what he was saying but  I knew he was yelling and me because he was waving his hands like crazy and pointing at me. Finally he said "GO GET YOUR BACKPACK" Now I knew that he was trying to say backpack, so I ran inside and went to my room looking for my backpack. I looked around and it wasn't there! I went all around the house looking for it, but it wasn't anywhere.I finally checked the basement, and there it was sitting right in front of the toolbox. I grabbed it and sprinted back upstairs. I ran out of the house and hopped into the car. When I finally got back in the car I looked at my backpack. It looked different. I could tell that something was different. I looked up it unclose, and say that there was a tiny keychain on it that said "The Ice dragon of Alaska" then it had a picture of the dragon. It was the one my grandpa took.






I hope that made up for the 27 days I didn't write! 
~Writingrox (otherwise known as Sofie)