Day Four: What are your fears?
My fears aren’t exactly like the fears other young women of my age have, a few examples would be snakes, spiders, the darkness. Mine have much more deep rooted thoughts connected to them. I have a number of fears but, for the sake of time, I’ll only list my top five. 5.) I’m afraid of being diagnosed with a serious, fatal disease. It freaks me out, thinking about what would happen, the having to be hospitalized, going through treatment, my parents and family worrying about me, and an inevitable death just around the bend. Knowing that it’s waiting in the shadows, stalking you until you’re at your most vulnerable to cut you down and end it all. 4.) I am scared of becoming completely blind. Not being able to watch snow fall from the wintery sky, to gaze in awe at the flourishing beauty of summer, to see the frost melt away as a flowery spring takes it’s place, to look at the contrasting leaves on the ground while out for an afternoon walk to indulge in autumn’s peak moments. Never to experience the visions of the world again, leaving my eyes without a purpose. 3.) I’m terribly frightened of nothing ever seeming funny to me. To have all of my laughter stolen from me. A life without laughs would turn sour and dark. Being confused instead of giggling when someone tells a joke. A feeling of numbness replacing the joyful, yet tiring, sensation you used to get when subjected to mild tickle torture. Unable to see the irony of your situation and chuckle at how screwed you are. With all this, goes a special part of happiness I’d never experience again. 2.) I am terrified of being led to a place where you either make the big time or you screw up and sink to the bottom of the food chain. If you fail, you’re nothing to society. The memory of you is erased from history. No matter how loud you scream, all they hear is a muffled voice that didn’t get a chance to be listened to. Despite how hard you tug at their clothes, all they feel is the wind whipping the fabric of their coattails through the air. Your very existence is slowly choked out by the endless void of loneliness you’ve fallen into until you finally give up and stop trying to make them remember who you were...Until the day you say that you can’t bare to carry on like this anymore. When you decide that your day of realization would also be the day you breathe your last breath. The day your heart stops, and is then due to beat, nevermore. 1.) The thing I fear the most is living without my passion. For me, to not write, is to not breathe. To not read, would be for my blood to stop pumping through my veins. To live in a constant state of yearning and be unable to once again experience the, inexplicably, unparalleled feeling that is imparted upon all who involve themselves in literature. To mourn my lost purpose and have the lingering thoughts of a fate that is now forever out of reach, haunt the empty shell that is me. That is truly the thing I fear the most...
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Day Three: Write a letter to your childhood self.
Warning, this might get a tad emotional. Dear Margaret, I’ll start by telling you, there is much for you to look forward in the future. Don’t ask how I know, I just do. However, there are a few issues I feel that need to be addressed. Firstly, the matter of honesty has not always been your strongest suit. The reason is because you’re afraid of what might happen if you tell the truth. A word of advice, the consequences of a convincing lie are much worse than those of a nearly unspeakable truth. It would be pointless to lie anyway, adults can spot a liar from a mile away. Do yourself a favor, own up to your mistakes, acknowledge them, learn from them, and move on. There’s a fine line between over exaggerating and twisting a story. Do not cross that line and expect that there will be no repercussions, that would be the equivalent of lying to yourself. Secondly, regardless of the world’s agenda, accept yourself for who you are. Don’t change because you’re different and you want to fit in. Stay the same because you’re unique and you stand out in a crowd. Soon enough, you’ll see it’s better this way. Beware, there shall be people who claim your friendship is all they seek and that they’ll be loyal until the end of time, some of these people will stay true to their word, others will not. You’ll see a trustworthy ally, when in all reality, behind your back, they’re spreading rumors and laughing at you because they’ve played you for a fool. If and when this happens, do not stoop to their level. Instead, be the bigger person and turn the other cheek. Forgive their arrogance and separate yourself from those who do you harm. If anyone tries to push you around, stand your ground and don’t look down. A little help goes a long way, so when it’s offered, take it. You’ll need all the help you can get. Thirdly, as a child, you must learn to be responsible. This is a very important factor in your development as a human being. Without it, chaos and flimsy, lawless behavior is sure to ensue. When it comes to your responsibilities, whether it be taking out the trash, cleaning your room, or washing the dishes, don’t be lazy or defiant. When you are told by your parents to do something, you complete the task to the best of your ability, no questions asked. In the long run, it’ll save time. Being the oldest of three children, there is a specific responsibility you have that your siblings don’t. You are the leader of the pack, they look up to you as a role model. Everything you do and say, can and will influence them in ways you can’t yet comprehend. To them, you are reason the sun rises and sets. It is sacred, the duty you are charged with, it is yours and yours alone. For their sake, do right by them. Make the example you set, one you won’t regret. And also, be kind to your siblings. Especially that fragile doll of a sister, all she wants is a friend. Be that for her. Don’t hurt her, please. Just be there, play with her, listen to her, hold her. I ask, no, I beg that you heed my words. That little girl needs you more than you’ll ever know. It only takes a moment to do your part as a sister. She loves you with ever fiber of her being. Show her you care. Please, if you only do one thing I tell you, love her the way she loves you. Don’t make the same choices I made. If you do, it’ll haunt you in the worst way imaginable. Don’t let her drift away from you. Please, make things right. Words of warning, The Coward That Couldn’t Day Two: Where do you see yourself in ten years?
Deep inside, I know I’ll still be a writer. I can feel I am destined with the fate of a miraculous story teller. Literature is my escape and I want to share all its wonders with the world! I hope by then I’ll be a published author at the least. If I work hard enough, I could become a well known writer. That is if I don’t die a tragic death caused by my clumsiness. I plan on putting maximum effort on becoming an officially published author even though, I won’t make a profit for quite a while. Everyone knows you don’t make any money off your first book and the next few that follow it. I’ll have a writer’s agent by then. Just to have a publisher read my work and think it to be worthy of publishing would be a huge achievement to me. As for my living situation, I’ve always wanted to move to England and live in a flat with a flatmate. I’d live in Manchester or maybe Liverpool. Either one, it doesn’t really matter which one. And if I’m lucky, my flat might be located in a safe neighborhood. Technically speaking, in roughly one hundred twenty months, give or take a few, I’ll be twenty-six years of age. I hope by that time I find my special someone or that they find me. I don’t necessarily want to be married that young but, it all depends on the circumstances. I know I’ll still be the enormous nerd I am today. Maybe by then I’ll own all the episodes from when Tom Baker was the Doctor. Or even better, I’ll have met him! But then again, who knows? Who knows? ;) Day One: Your current relationship, if you are single, describe how it is and what you experience.
I am very much single. Recently, a guy whom I was receiving mixed signals from, asked me to go out with him. Beforehand, I had reason to believe him to be what is referred to as a ‘player’. I politely declined his offered. However, I do have a minor crush on this very kind eleventh grade friend of mine, who shall remain nameless. He gives me subtle compliments on my personality and talents. For instance, just the other day when I was after school, without realizing it, I had both earbuds in listening to music, I was singing when I thought no one was around. Just as the song ended and I stopped singing, I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder, I turned my head to see him standing there in his goofy glasses with a warm smile in place on his face. I yanked my earbuds out, spun around and asked anxiously. “How long have you been standing there?” “Well, I walked in about four minutes ago but, I didn’t want to disturb you, and then you started to sing...Have you ever thought about joining chorus?” I could feel the blush setting in on my cheeks. “I used to be in choir, I dropped the class because: A. I don’t like formal instruction when singing. B. I rather not waste my choice on it as an elective when I could use said elective for creative writing and C. It weighed heavily on my grade.” “That’s a shame, you have one of the most beautiful voices I’ve ever had the pleasure of hearing.” He chuckled with his eyes trained on mine. And yesterday, I stayed after school again, as did my crush. Having just been booted from the classroom, we were wandering down the halls, ready to go home. He and I were talking about my writing, I was surprised at his genuine interest in my work. I looked outside to see a light, steady paced rain trickling down the glass doors of the foyer. A frown crept onto my face as a sigh slipped from my lips. When he saw my expression, the joyfulness in his voice faded and was replaced with a tone of concern that bubbled with every word he would speak. “What is it? Did I say something wrong?” “Oh, no. It’s nothing.” I turned my attention back to him and forced an unconvincing grin. “Are you sure?” “Yes, I’ll have to make a few calls, see if anyone could give me a ride home. And If not, I only live about two miles from here. I’ll survive a walk through the rain.” I whipped out my mobile cellular device, phoned my father, then my mother, and as a last resort, my grand parents. No one bothered picking, so why would I bother leaving a message. Anyway, I pocketed my phone. Huffing in exasperation, I ran my fingers through my hair that would soon be damp and tangled from the water falling from the cloudy sky above. “Voicemail?” He chimed in question. “Oh well, I’m fairly sure I won’t melt but, then again I am a bit of a witch.” I told him attempting to lighten the moment with joke. In a bitter defeat, I stared out at the rain, it seemed to dance as each individual droplet kissed the pavement, mocking me and the unpleasantly freezing wet journey I’d have no other choice but to set out on. Unbeknownst to me, my crush was rummaging through his backpack in search of something. I spun around to see him holding out an umbrella with the handle pointed in my direction. “Oh, I’d hate to impose. I just couldn’t. Thank you but, it’s yours and you need it.” “I have a hoodie, I walk home all time. I only live half a mile away. You can return it to me when you get the chance.” “But, I-” “Please take it, I hate to think of you walking home without something to protect you from mother nature on a cold rainy day like this.” He implored with sincerity. Being single means I have little to no repercussions for liking multiple guys. I don’t have to explain myself to my ‘boyfriend’. It’s much less work than there is when one is reserved (in a relationship). This also means I can flirt with any (single) guy I wish. I’ve also noticed lately that there are a few guys around me who actually are more than what meets the eye. And that I am ever so slightly more attractive than I think myself to be. On the downside of being single, It feels as if I’m constantly surrounded by couples. I look left, cute couples. I look right, cute couples. They are everywhere. I am not exaggerating when I say EVERYWHERE! Let’s say there’s a group of friends just hanging out together and in that group of nine people, are three couples. That leaves three friends who are single as pringles. This might make them feel slightly awkward because they don’t have what the other six people have, a relationship. It can cause tension, it doesn’t always happen but, it tends to flair up from time to time. That does not mean those people can’t be friends, it’s just the way things are. However, if a couple starts getting ‘touchy feely’ when in the company of friends, it’s best to have the couple take it elsewhere or just give them a little time alone otherwise the atmosphere can become quite uncomfortable. Single means you’re alone, by oneself, no longer tied down to a particular person. But, being single does not necessarily mean one is lonely. Me personally, I rather enjoy being single and for the time being, I think I’ll keep it that way.
Greetings! I'm Margaret, welcome to my writer's blog! I shall be sharing my works and keeping you all up to date on my progress with my stories. My top project as of now is "From The Doctor With Love". Some of you may know me from Wattpad @MaggieTheTimelady, others may know me from Instagram @shhhh_im_writing and @timeladytoconquer_all. If you're familiar with my work that's fantastic! If you're not and are interested in reading my writing but don't know where to find it, this is the place to be! You'd like to speak with me? Go to to the contact page, fill out the form and I'll get back to you as soon as humanly possible! Don't be shy! Another one of my current projects is "The One Who Stalked". I hope you all enjoy my writing! Bye now!
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My PurposeI, Margaret, have set out on a journey of expression. This is just a small part of how I plan to achieve my dream of becoming a storyteller. Current Projects
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