Blog ABC Challenge

I saw something neat while browsing other blogs. In attempt to make my posts more regular, I am going to start the ABC Blog challenge. I intend to work my way through the alphabet, blogging about a topic starting with a different letter every day. Feel free to leave topic suggestions!

I’ll post A today, once I, ya know, write it.

Writing prompt:

Guess what? You just became a character in a dystopian novel. Who are you and how do you cope?

Guest Blog: How to use your experiences to write a book by @readtosurviveB

Hello, my name is Klaren O’Connor, I live in Italy, I am eighteen years old and at the age of sixteen I was in the hospital.

One night I woke up to get a drink and I felt weird, I kept seeing dark and then yellow, but for a reason I didn’t think much of it and was like: “It’s just the pressure, always happens when I get up in a rush from my bed.” But then I don’t remember anything just my mom calling my name.

I thought that she was waking me up because I had to go to work (I was doing an internship in the district of my town), and thought that she got scared because I didn’t respond to her quickly, but when I woke up I was lying in the floor near the toilet door.

She was calling for my dad in order for him to help her but then I got up and asked her what was wrong with me she said that I passed out and that it was not the usual passing out but I was trembling so hard.

She had no idea what was going out but I immediately knew I had a seizure.

I was scared to have epilepsy.

I went to the doctor the next day, and he gave me some tests to do, I did the tests and week later I received the results and they came out negative for epilepsy, they said that I was dehydrated, and it had given me a seizure.

All this thing happening to me got me the best idea I have ever had in my life.

I was looking at the doctor that did the test on me and I was admiring him so much, I was like: “Wow, he studied 12 years to get here.” and he was handsome too, he inspired me my first book.

After a month of brainstorming I started writing it. There are a lot of people that have a disease but just don’t go get checked because they be like “I have nothing.” that’s what happened to my uncle who died from cancer because it was too late, and that’s the same thing I was almost doing, I was so scared to hear the doctor telling me that I had epilepsy that I didn’t want to go, I didn’t want to know.

I was lucky, but the protagonist of my book won’t be as lucky as me, my book, ‘’The last beat’’ (it’s not available in English but it will be the 20th of may.) tells about this, my protagonist will have a problem and just a person will save her.

Always take care of yourself and it’s better to be checked even if it’s scary.

Thank you for the opportunity that you have given to me, to talk here.

If you want to hear more from me this is my blog:

Here is my Twitter: @readtosurviveB

Writing Prompt

“Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me
I ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed

All Star – Smash Mouth

Tell me your story! What is one event in your life that changed you and made you who you are today?

And Now For Something Completely Different

I think today I want to simply leave a writing prompt and see what you all come up with. Let me know if you like the idea and I’ll start posting a daily prompt in addition to blogging.


A meteor is heading to Earth. Create an unlikely superhero to save the day (or not). Can they do it without revealing their identity?

Guest Blog: @FRickatson

Perseverance through disheartenment 

For the most part, I’ve always let my insecurities get the better of me. I’ve always been anxious of being judged by the people around me for the things I’ve done, and because of this I’ve been afraid to put myself out there. However in starting my blog, things were beginning to change. Starting out my blog, I knew that I had to keep it as honest as possible. If I want to achieve the goal I had set out to when I started, I couldn’t shy away from showing every detail of my story, even the parts I don’t like. 

Even though my blog is still in its infancy, I have already noticed a new found confidence in myself. Being able to write down my thoughts, my worries and my anxieties and put it out on a public platform where others can read it, has given me the relief I didn’t realise how much I needed. Even though it does feel daunting at times, it has been so comforting hearing from people who have read my posts tell me that they feel the same as I do, making this burden of loneliness, feel much less lonely. 

In an argument I had recently, the words I put on my platform were weaponised and used against me. This completely crushed me. I felt so incredibly low, that all my fears of judgement became a bitter reality and I realised I was the same scared, anxious man I was before I began writing. I didn’t know what I wanted to do, I was scared because I felt that if I were to continue with my blog, documenting the introspection of my life changes and pursuit of self-improvement, then I would merely be increasing the arsenal of which I could be attacked.  

But I can’t let that stop me, when I let go of the anxious, insecure person I am, I can become what I want to be. And that’s what I realised; courage isn’t just a matter of not being frightened, its being afraid yet doing it regardless. Even though what I am doing isn’t anything spectacular, for me it is something I have had to build up the courage to do. Yes, I have hit a bump in the road and whilst I am sure that there are more bumps ahead, this is something I need to do for myself.




What Makes Us Human?

Are there certain moments in life that you reflect on more than others? Maybe something that made you look inside yourself and go, “Hmmm…”

Sixteen years ago, my junior year of high school, my English teacher initiated a game. He picked four kids and said they were irrefutably human. The rest of us were a mixture of aliens and humans. The job of the four humans was to decide who was human and who was alien. The humans would get to share a box of cupcakes the next day in class. The aliens would not get cupcakes. (We were a highly food-motivated class)

We set out to prove our humanity to these four teenage girls. All of the normal arguments were used; we have thumbs, we have complex thinking, we love cupcakes… everyone argued fervently.

Except me.

I immediately stated I was an alien. I argued against any of the other students arguments, trying to prove they were all aliens as well.

Now, it’s the reasoning I did this gives me pause. I wanted the cupcakes just as badly as any of the other students, but to prove I was human I wanted to act as I thought a human would act in this situation.

A human, I thought, always wants to be special. So, by claiming I was an alien I was setting myself apart.

A human, I thought, would try to make sure they got the most cupcakes by disproving the others humanity, weather their arguments were credible or not. A human would try to make their rivals seem less, well, human in the eyes of their peers.

And finally, a human would realize that if everyone got cupcakes, a legitimate possibility, there would be less cupcakes for them.

I’m not sure how that makes me feel about my teenage self. I was obviously extremely cynical for a kid, but in reality, was I wrong?

For those of you who are wondering, no, they did not decide I was human. We all shared the cupcakes anyways.

What do you think? What are your stories? Leave a comment below!