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Updates and stories


Hey guys,
Steve here.

I can’t believe it, but it’s already been 3 weeks since I last posted to this blog–and a fun 3 weeks it was. I have quite a bit to tell you, but I’ll try to keep this post as short as possible.

The first 10 days after my last update were pretty much uneventful. The only thing I did worth blogging about was going to the lake house, that is, except being without a sister for a week (she went to a PE class at the Texas School for the Blind).
But on Sunday, June 22, I went to TSB for a writer’s workshop class which lasted two weeks. In the class, we’d start the day by coming up with a theme. Some of the daily themes we came up with were darkness, anger, love, emotions, and on the first day, why write.
After we came up with, and had a consensus for the daily theme, we’d usually do some free writing. For the first two days, I was unable to come up with anything (I finally wrote two or 3 pieces, one of which will be at the bottom of this post).
In the afternoon, the teacher would give us some inspiration, which would be different each day. One day, he taught us about song writing, other days it was different forms of poetry, some being different types of writing. After that, we’d have more free writing time, then we’d share what we wrote.
Also, we did this thing called “work shopping,” where we’d go through an investigative report paper which would ask questions such as what’s happening, what were details that really stood out to the reader, could the story have a different title, could it have a different starting point etc.
On Thursday of last week, since the inspiration for the day was Eco poetics, our class visited a place called Bright Leaf nature preserve, where we had a guided tour of a forest filled with plants and trees you wouldn’t normally see in your back yard. I would’ve taken pictures, but wasn’t sure if I was allowed to, and besides I didn’t bring my phone to school that day.
After visiting the nature preserve, we ate and had the daily inspiration lesson at a park, which was practically swarming with peacocks.

Besides that, we went to a coffee shop this past Tuesday. There, we did some free writing and editing. I don’t know if it was the caffeine, the chocolate coffee drink I had, or the fact that I was getting to a good part of the piece I was working on, but that was by far my most productive day of writing.

At the end of the two weeks, there was an end of program show, where we displayed our work, or in the writers’ case, read our stories. I read my story Desperation and Frustration; I’ll post the recording on a different post. Also written by me was a piece (not exactly a complete story, but I guess you could call it an excerpt) called Unyielding Vines, which I’ll include at the end of this post.

To sum it up, I had a lot of fun during that class. If it still exists next year, It’ll definitely be on the list of programs I might want to sign up for, most likely somewhere at the top.

Well, I guess that wraps up this post. I won’t be doing any more posts for at least the next week, because next week is Texas Lions Club Camp. I’ll tell you all about it when I get back.

Thanks for reading,
type you later,
Steve.

P.S. my story.
Disclaimer: If you are not okay with reading about horror or blood, please do not read this story.

Unyielding Vines

I could only lie there, paralyzed with fear, feeling the terrible sensation of the vines tearing into my wrists and ankles, their thorns biting
into my skin. The night was bitterly cold, a harsh wind rustling the densely packed trees and bushes surrounding me. Mixed with the sounds of
the forest were the sounds of countless vines surging toward me, a horrendous crackling pressing in from all sides.

Muscles bulging, I desperately tried to pull my hands free, tugging at the vines with all my might. Thorns sliced deep into my wrists in
protest, blood oozing over the tops of my hands and wetting the ground beneath them. Shrieking with pain, I fell back, gasping at the burning
sensation of thorns digging into my deeply cut wrists. The pain was quickly forgotten as more vines reached me, stabbing through my white t-
shirt and carving searing cuts down my sides and across my back as they wormed their way beneath me. Wincing, I sat up, the vines ripping there
way out of my shirt, other ones clawing at my clothes, shredding the material and slashing the skin underneath.

Riddled with pain, I lay back, landing in a bed of vines, Cringing at the pain of thorns stabbing into my back. Trembling with pain and the
biting cold washing over my newly exposed skin, I let my head rest upon the cool, damp ground. Closing my eyes, I lie still, doing my best to
ignore the intense pain raging through me.

All of a sudden, a vine began to work its way under the right side of my neck. Within a second or two, it was wrapped around all but the far
left side. While I still could, I snapped my head to the left with a harsh popping sound, pain coursing through my spine. Angrily, I craned my
head forward, biting down on the nearest vine I could reach, tugging and wrenching with all my might, the vine stretching and creaking, the
muscles in my neck bulging with the effort. Driven by raw fear and the immense pain, I tugged with a force I never even knew I had, heavy
breaths escaping my tightly clenched teeth.

Finally, the vine gave way with a harsh crack, the ends quickly retreating into the forest, my head smashing into the ground, lights flashing
before my eyes. Dazed, I lie there, as yet another vine shoved its way under my neck, wrapping around my throat with enough force to jerk my
head to the side, the sore muscles in my neck screaming with pain. Suddenly, it became impossible to breathe, and boiling panic swelled within
me, urging me to fight.
Frantically, I began thrashing, vines slicing through my skin and clothes in retaliation, the burning pain intensifying to an uncontrollable
roar.

The pain of a thousand raging infernos erupted from my throat as a thorn stabbed into the side of my neck, a fountain of blood pouring from the
wound. My mouth flew open in a silent scream, my body violently convulsing with the immense pain and the desperate need for oxygen.
My strength quickly fading, I stopped struggling, falling into the deadly grip of the many vines wrapped around me. As I lie there, the darkness
closed in, a comforting veil separating me from that awful, unbearable pain. It seized control of my mind, pulling me down into its comforting
embrace.

Steven Daugherty

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Life updates and a weather wrip-off


Hey guys,
Steve here.

It’s Monday, yet it has already been half the school week. Tomorrow we have school, and then we’re done!

Last weekend, the good weekend it was, ended in a great disappointment. You know that winter storm I was so excited about? Turns out, the prediction was off by 3 degrees; if it had been just a simple 3 degrees colder we would’ve been slammed by unprecedented winter precipitation. In total, one half inch or greater amounts of rain fell across North Texas. According to this artical on the RAL Weather Center website, we could’ve been dealing with between 1.5 and 5 inches of snow, thus leading to a rare and potentially significant storm, one that would certainly reach Winter Storm Warning criteria.
Unfortunately however, the forecast changed approximately 1 hour and 12 minutes after update two of my storm monitoring update was posted to the Weather forecasts page at 6:45 PM CST. Basically, meteorologists decided at last minute that the ground would be too warm to sustain any winter precipitation accumulations, and it turns out no precipitation of that type fell where I live anyway. Although there is the possibility for snow flurries tonight, as stated by my NOAA weather radio, school will most definitely not be canceled for tomorrow, a pretty sucky thing since my school district is like the only one in school this week.

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Changing subjects, I have been doing good, but rather cold this Monday and the recent weekend. On Saturday after posting that blog post, I went bowling as promised, and scored 117 points. And, as if the day couldn’t have been any more predictible, I spent the rest of the afternoon, you guessed it, chillin’.
Yesterday, after going to church in that windy blustery weather, I got to chill because I had no sister around, :). I did the following productive things yesterday:
-became a second year student at hogwarts (on the game I play that is supposed to simulate hogwarts, you have to become a level 15, defeat Voldemort, and you advance a year. After the normal seven years at Hogwarts, your title changes to wizard, and eventually god, and I don’t know what from there).
-Took a nap. I consider this a rather productive activity; it recharges your energy level, so you can be ready for the next chapter of your life.
-Figured out what I want to do for my history project and how I’m going to do it.
-Went to church
-Okay, not sure why I’m adding this to my list. This isn’t something productive I did, but I just needed a fifth thing :)).
As for today, I was very tired. A major factor in this was probably the fact that it was almost as dark as night time all day long, it was raining, and it was freezing cold. Inexcusable act(s) of pure stupidity I committed are as follows:
-wore a light sweater to school.
-went to Starbucks and got myself a large frozen coffee drink before having to go outside in this weather. That made my perception of the temperature, or wind chill, someware in the 5 to 10 degree range.
As for right now, I am just lieing hear, typing this blog post. I have nothing else to do for the rest of the evening, except putting up my laundry. *groans* But then again my mom did have to fold, wash, and dry it all for me, so I have the easy task really :))).
Thanks for reading this post, I hope you enjoyed it. The next time I blog will likely be sometime during the break. But just encase it’s not before Friday:
travel safe, eat lots of turkey, stay warm, enjoy thanksgiving, and have a great week!

Thanks for reading,
type you later,
Steve

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weather poem


I am board, so I will give you a poem that I wrote.

As the sun goes behind the clouds,
the thunder booms loud.
the wind starts blowing,
and the sky starts glowing.
The hail starts to fall,
at least the size of a baseball.
A tornado comes down,
and soon hits the ground.
As the thing comes toward me,
I see the cloud of debris.
Finally it came to an end,
and the scilence came again.
As I opened muy eyes,
I heard several painstaking cries.
Today I still remember, that offel day in September.
And all the storm took away,
on that uneventful day.

Please comment, and tell me what you think of this poem.

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why do I write this blog?


If your ever wondering, “Why do you write this blog?” well, here is the answer. In early 2011, I was thinking about starting a journal. This was early February, so I didn’t know what to do. I had been contimplating on whether to use a notebook or not, but by april, I decided not to. So around April 15, I started researching blogging platforms. I found something called “wordpress.org,” but you had to install it on a web server. so, I didn’t use it, and instead, I kept looking. Then, I came across blogger, but didn’t like it much, because it had a lot of back-links back to blogger.com. So, I still kept looking. On April 20, I found wordpress.com. I must’ve used wordpress.com before, because you will learn why later on in this post.
Well anyway, I tried to sign up, but it said that my email was already taken.
For the rest of that afternoon, I tried different credentials. Then, I found the right ones, and logged in. Then, I created a blog. All of the addresses were taken, so I just angerly typed “furiethwopat.wordpress.com” in the box and registered it.
I wasn’t happy with the address, and didn’t know how to change it, so I registered a new one at “stevendaughertysblog.wordpress.com.” If you are a new visitor, you may not know, that address was the previous address of this blog.
Months went by with this blog and that address, until I decided that it was too long. So, I changed it to “sssjournal.wordpress.com.” That is what it remains today, and that is my story on how I got this blog.

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guess what my name means


My sister is on the computer right now, and she was looking up what people’s names meant. She looked up mine, and found out that it was “A Victor’s crown.” That means that any of you guys named Steven out there who just happened to come across this blog, you have just found out what your name meant.

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Please read


Hi, this is the beginning to a story that my sister is writing. She asked me to put it on here, so I could have your feed back.
Let us know if it is something that she should continue, or give up.
Give us a rating
1. amazing! please write more!
2. good. Keep it up.
3. It’s okay. It needs work.
4. Bad. You shouldn’t continue.
5. Horrible. Just stop!

here it is!

I was running out of energy. I couldn’t fight anymore. “Stop, I’m sorry! Stop!”
But the hand around my throat didn’t loosen, and the horrible, inevitable truth finally sank in. I was going to die. It didn’t matter that I had lived only seven years, or that if I died it wouldn’t help my mom: witch was the only reason I had come in to this room, or even the fact that I could never be able to tell my dad or brothers that I loved them one more time. None of this mattered to the unrelenting hand around my throat.
My struggles became more and more futile. I couldn’t fight this. I was just a little kid. I wanted my mom.
But of course that couldn’t happen because if that were the case she wouldn’t be lying on the floor in front of me: looking like a corpse.
Finally I stopped struggling all together and just before the blackness took me: I jerked awake.
Tears were streaming down my face, and I was gasping. My heart felt like it was gonna jump right out of my chest.
“Brookie?” I had never been so happy to hear that voice.
“Chandler!”
He sat next to me on the bed. “What’s wrong? I heard screaming. Was it another nightmare?”
“Yeah, it was.”
He took my hand. “You know they’re gone. They won’t come back. Mom was all they wanted?” His statement ended in a question. Maybe he was trying to convince himself that this was the truth.
“I know,” I said quietly. “It’s just a dream.” Somewhere inside of me though, I knew that it wasn’t true.
“Yeah,” he said, and I heard a note of skepticism creep in to his voice.
He didn’t believe it either. If only he knew what I did. If only he remembered that horrible night seven years ago. But of course he didn’t. He had only been two years old at the time.
Only I had been there to witness it. Only I had heard the words that the owner of the unrelenting hand had spoken just before I was taken by blackness: “Looks like we haven’t finished our job here.”
I still didn’t know what that meant, nor did I want to know. I was scared though. What ever the voice had meant: it wasn’t going to be good.
Was he referring to killing me, or my brothers? Was I not supposed to have come in that room, and so now they were angry? Was that even a threat? Or were they just trying to scare me?
Maybe my fear was pointless. Maybe nothing was coming for me.
“Brooke? Do you remember that night,” Chandler asked cutting in to my thoughts. I could hear the hesitation in his voice.
“Yes,” I said.
“Clearly? Like it could have happened yesterday?”
“I guess.”

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why you should never eat a hard boiled egg in a bagle, my discusting food story


Well this morning, I got up and ate breakfast. Well, I have been trying new things with hard boiled eggs, and that is what I did today. I had crushed an egg into a tortilla to make a barrito, and you would neer believe how it taisted. I put the first bite in my mouth, and new it was a mistake. I ate most of it, but had to spit the last of it out. The thing was so nasty, I almost threw up. Even posting this post, I still can’t get it out of my head how nasty that was!