March 19

Two Truths & One Lie

At one point, you’ve probably played Two Truths & One Lie. Maybe with your friends, or as a get-to-know-you in some sort of activity or camp. Unless you haven’t, the rules are simple. I will write down 3 facts about me (per question) and 2 will be true, but 1 will be a lie. Your job is to guess which one is the lie! Personally, I can’t come up with one unless I have 10 full, uninterrupted minutes of thinking. Anyway, I’m going to write down 3 about me, feel free to make a few about you in the comments! (I will answer!) Also, one of my friends did this on her blog, (it was originally her idea) so click here to read it.

(P.S, some of the answers may be in previous posts! Mwa ha ha ha!)

Here’s a small piece of art I did specifically for this. In a way, I guess it’s kinda a title/illustration?

#1.) a.) At one point, my uncle had 5 cats. (At once!)

b.) I have 3 Maine Coon cats named Max, Ruby and Molly named after a tv show I watched as a kid.

c.) The last pickle I ate was 6 years ago.


#2.) a.) I love killing off characters when I write, but I hate when they die in books and movies.

b.) The last time I painted my nails was 3 years ago.

c.) One of my all-time favorite board games is “Settlers of Catan”.


#3.) a.) Another one of my all-time favorite games is called “Exploding Kittens”.

b.) I have a Labrador dog named Thor.

c.) One of my favorite places “Where I Live” (hint hint) is Beaver Tails. (Unfortunately, it’s closed down.)


So that’s it! The answer key will be in the comment section, so if you want to guess which ones are the lie, make sure not to read my comment till you’re done. I would love to hear some about you too! Anyway, have a great day.


March 7

Death In Space!

Hi! Here’s a short story I wrote, inspired by this video.  We had to choose  one of these following “deaths in space” and write about how they got there/how they died.  *Disclaimer; the following story has a very abrupt, ANNOYING ENDING WHERE THE MAIN CHARACTER DIES. * Usually, I hate stories where it ends with the main character dying, (even though it’s fun to kill off side-characters whenever I write!) but I think I’ll make an exception.

Death in Space from Thomas Lucas on Vimeo.

Here is #13 in the previous video, the one I decided to base my short story on!

I trudged carefully through the sludge, feeling every bounce in my step. I tried to plant my feet in the ground, knowing that if I jumped, I could fly away and never be seen again. 

I was on the moon, after all. Here, death was a jump away. A step away. A shove away. In the distance, I saw a faint light illuminate my helmet, pulsating. The Headquarters, a massive building where all those temporarily OR permanently living on the moon stayed. My home. I sprinted towards the light, seeing with a jolt that my oxygen gauge, representing how much oxygen I have left in my tank, was dangerously low.  

~ 3 Minutes Later ~ 

A sigh of relief escaped my lips as I slipped into the triple, air-proof doors of Headquarters. Pulling off my helmet with a heave, I collapsed onto a soft, well-worn couch in the lobby.  

I strolled to the storage room, looking for a full tank of oxygen. As I rounded a corner, I saw a flash of one woman and one man arguing heatedly behind a thick door. Nervously looking around, I didn’t see anyone besides the two strangers. I strained to hear what they were saying, only making out a few words behind the sound-proof door; “Task…. Sinkhole…. Important…. Die….” Stunned into silence, I scrambled away as I heard the click of the door opening.  

Of course, I tripped over my own feet. 

A loud thump echoed through the halls as I saw my face rush up to meet the tiled floor. I saw from my obscured point of view one pair of padded shoes rush up to help me, firmly grasping my arm. A cold voice drawled from behind me. “She’ll do. I guess.” Dazed, I brushed my dusty hands off on my knees, coming face-to-face with the woman who had helped me up. She still wore her space helmet, as if she had just been outside, and I could see my reflection in her visor. My thick framed, black glasses, my black hair, (dyed purple at the bottom) pulled up into a tight, high ponytail and my dark brown eyes. Quickly mumbling a thank-you, I turned to face the man. A smirk seemed permanently plastered on his face, and his short blonde hair was gelled into a stylish position.  

Shock ran through my blood as I realized exactly who I was staring at. Surprise must have clouded my face for a minute, because he growled tightly to the woman. “I have to go. Just explain it to her, and don’t take no for an answer!”  

Sighing deeply, the woman carefully pulled me into the room that they had just come out of.  

“Was that Lucien? THE Lucien? The rich contributor who had  paid for the whole compound?” I inquired nervously. “Yeah. He can be very bossy though…” The woman exhaled. “Anyways. He has a task he needed a commoner to do. One of our best videographers, someone who takes live footage of the moon and streams it to NASA, had been sucked into a tiny sinkhole, and is now stuck at the bottom of the hole. Mercifully not hurt, but his oxygen is running out by the second. I need someone to help me move some ground to help him get out.” She explained. “I was told to not take no for an answer. Is your tank full?” She interrogated. 

“Yes…” I replied.  

“Ok. Follow me, we have to leave NOW. By the way, my name’s Raven. Yours?” Raven hurriedly rushed me out the back doors.  

“Aubrey. Nice to meet you, Raven, though I wish it was under less pressured circumstances.” I grumbled. 

We rushed out the door, so fast I barely registered putting on my suit. Scenery of twinkling stars and vibrant rocks flew by as our vehicle cut through the landscape, before we slowed down, approaching a massive hole in the land. We silently jumped out of the car-thing, and I peered down into the hole, as close to the edge as I would dare. It seemed to be around 24, 25 meters deep, and about 6 meters squared wide.  

“Hey! We’re here from Headquarters, we’re gonna get you out, okay? Just breathe in as shallow breaths as you can without blacking out, and don’t answer us back, that would be wasted oxygen. Just nod if you understand us!” Raven hollered down the hole, directed at a faint, huddling figure in the corner. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the figure nod faintly. 

“Poor guy.” I mumbled, out of the figure’s range of hearing. 

Raven ignored my comment, and simply dug two shovels out from the vehicle. Handing one to me, she got to work, already attempting to create a steep, thin ramp to walk up and down on. 

Breathing heavily, I finished up a small section of ramp, moving onto a large rock directly in the middle of our soon-to-be ramp. Clutching both sides of the smooth rock, I strained for what seemed like a minute. After still not getting it, I grabbed my shovel, starting to dig around the edges of the rock to make it easier to pull from the ground. A small pile of moon-dirt started to pile around me, and I decided to try lifting it out of the ground again.  

I bent down, jelly-arms wrapping around the rock as if I was going to give it a hug. Unable to pull it from the ground while standing up, I plopped down, ignoring my embarrassment. Using my feet like a lever, I pried it from the ground, feeling the ground give way a measly inch. Flopped on the ground, I rested my arms, ready to try again in a moment. 

Ok. I can do this. Once again using my feet like a lever, I felt the ground becoming a little softer, yet the rock still refusing to move. I pulled on that rock for 10 seconds before it came out of the ground quickly. Too quickly! I couldn’t stop pulling the rock in time. It flew from the ground, the large rock hitting my visor with a loud crunch. In terror, I watched as cracks began to spiderweb from a single point on my visor, fanning out quickly. Chips of glass began to fall from my visor, and I immediately puffed out my cheeks, prolonging what I knew would happen in a moment.  

I was going to die.  

Painful spots filled my vision, and my lungs burst as I gulped in a large mouthful of oxygen-less air. 

I slumped against the wall of the ramp, dizzily hearing Raven rush up. 

The last thing I saw was Raven’s concerned face before I fell into the light. 

The End! 

There it is! I hoped you liked my short story. If you had to choose one of the “deaths in space” which one would you choose? Also, check out some of Thomas Lucas’s other animations. They have had lots of work put into them, and are amazing! Have a great day!


February 27

A Harris Burdick Mystery: The Harp

     I felt wind gently caress my cheek, and a scent of fresh pine filled my nose. Towering oaks surrounded me, casting my whole body in harsh shadow. My Goldendoodle, Molly, scampered beside me, thinking that this was just a normal walk through the woods.|

It wasn’t.

A shiver went down my spine. A burning filled my lungs, yet I continued to trudge forward because I needed to know if it was true. If something unearthly truly did lie in that beautiful, slow-moving creek so deep in the woods. For years, a small creek in the exact middle of the only undeveloped forest in the city had gone unnoticed, until the disappearance of a logger. A logger directly in the middle of a group of 20 other loggers. My mother, being on the Search-and-Rescue team had gone to look for him, saying that the logger had friends and family and couldn’t have just disappeared.

My mother never came back.

The group she had gone with visited me personally, claiming they heard nothing, saw nothing. They consoled me, said they wanted to help me in any way they could. After all, I’m only a 14 year-old girl who’s mother had just disappeared. Yet no one went to look for her or the logger, and for a week it had stayed that way.

Until now.

My breath came in ragged gasps, and my limbs felt like jelly. I heard a soft gurgling of water, and knew I was close. I started to hum my favourite song to calm my nerves, and despite myself, I almost hoped I didn’t find anything. I didn’t want to be taken like my mother.

All of a sudden, I stopped humming. Yet I still heard the fast melody echoing through the trees, and realized that I heard nothing else. No birds, no crunching of my boots against ground. Pale, I peered through the bushes in front of me, slowly sneaking up to the edge of the brush. I saw the creek, but nothing else. No beasts.

Relieved, I walked past the bush, watching the river from behind a large tree. A golden flash caught my eye, and I whipped my head to face what I was sure was going to take me from my home. Instead, I saw a harp sitting on a rock on the river’s edge, still playing my song.
And I saw the water rippling from a single point next to the harp. 

Hey! This is a story that I based off of a picture by Harris Burdick. What do you think is going to happen next? Have a great day!


December 18

The Disadvantages Of Santa!

When I was little, I always thought being Santa would be the greatest job ever. I mean, your elves would be able to make anything, there’s magic all around and you get to fly in a sleigh all night long if you want to! Those points are valid, but what are some of the disadvantages? Here are a few I thought about! 😀

Here’s a comic I drew with some of the disadvantages of being Santa! (P.S, there’s a lot more disadvantages than this, I just didn’t draw them!)

Did you think of any other disadvantages? Anyway, have a great day!


December 7

Drawing Challenge!

If you read my About Me post, you would know I love ♥ all types of art ♥ , but especially drawing and sketching. I got the idea to try to make my own drawing challenge! I thought I should post it so if anyone else loves to draw and sketch, or even if they don’t like to, they can try it!

Pretty much what it is is a list of a whole bunch of drawing prompts. There is one for every day of the month, (any month) and the goal is to draw something, even if it is a tiny little doodle, of the first thing that comes to mind when you read the prompt. It could be a piece Van Gogh would be proud of or something so bad the dog wouldn’t even WANT to eat it, it doesn’t matter! You don’t have to be good at art to do this challenge. In fact, this could be how you get better!

After the month is over, even if you missed a couple days, I can bet your mind will be blown when you see how much your artwork has gotten better. I’ve also included a picture of what came to my mind when I read the first prompt!

(To see something similar to this on a different blog, click here.)

Day 1; Milkmaid

Day 2; Frustrating

Day 3; Drowning

Day 4; Paris

Day 5; Movie trailer

Day 6; Animatronic

Day 7; Impossible

Day 8; Winter

Day 9; Sad

Day 10; Fiery

Day 11; Shattered

Day 12; Delicious

Day 13; Divided

Day 14; Beautiful

Day 15; Arrogant

Day 16; Assassin

Day 17; Shadowy

Day 18; Sparkly unicorn poop (Yep, I just went there! Deal with it!)

Day 19; Cozy

Day 20; Mysterious

Day 21; Discovered

Day 22; Poison

Day 23; A fat cat on a mat

Day 24; Gone

Day 25; Mailman

Day 26; Artist

Day 27; Cook

Day 28; Locked

Day 29; Ready

Day 30; Swordplay

Day 31; Crooked

Welp, that’s it for the prompts! Sorry for the long post. If you decided to do the challenge, or if you used any one of these prompts, I would love to know which one! Have a great day!

~ Sarah

December 2

Would You Rather…? Part 2

A little while ago, I made 15 Would You Rather’s in a part one and said another 15 would be coming soon. Well, here they are!

Image result for would you rather

  1. Would you rather have a snake as a pet or a tarantula?
  2. Would you rather live in space or underwater? (In both places you have unlimited oxygen!)
  3. Would you rather shoot wet noodles out of your fingers or sneeze meatballs?
  4. Would you rather have a head twice as big or half as small?
  5. Would you rather always have to enter rooms backwards or always have to somersault out of the room?
  6. Would you rather be totally covered in hair, head to toe or always be completely bald?
  7. Would you rather have a unicorn horn or a squirrel tail? (I would pick a squirrel tail in a heartbeat!)
  8. Would you rather be able to shoot hot sauce from your eyes (it doesn’t burn you, only others) or be able to jump 20 meters high?
  9. Would you rather be able to fly or be telepathic? (You can read minds, transmit thoughts and lift things without touching them!)
  10. Would you rather have a pet dragon or be someone’s pet dragon?
  11. Would you rather find a dragon or a unicorn?
  12. Would you rather have an extra leg or an extra arm?
  13. Would you rather only ever be able to shout or whisper everything you say out loud?
  14. Would you rather be guaranteed heath or wealth for the rest of your life?
  15. Would you rather quack like a duck for 1 minute after every sentence or do the chicken dance 3 times after every sentence?

There we go! Is there one that stood out to you? What did you choose and why?

Have a great day!


November 28

Would You Rather…? Part 1

Have you ever done a would you rather? I think most of us have. It’s a great game to play in the car, or literally anywhere. If you have never played, it’s simple. Someone gives you a choice between 2 scenarios. The scenarios can be funny, disgusting or awesome. It’s up to you! Here is a list I compiled of 15 would you rather’s. Another 15 will be coming out soon in a part 2!

What would you choose?

Neal Jennings via Compfight

  • Would you rather always be 10 minutes late or 20 minutes early?
  • Would you rather be thrown in jail for 4 years for something you didn’t do or do something horrible, never get caught but live in fear of being discovered for the rest of your life?
  • Would you rather the general public think you are a horrible person but your family be very proud of you or your family think you are a horrible person but the general public be very proud of you?
  • Would you rather drink a cup (by cup I mean the measurement) of cat pee everyday for a week or have to wear high heels everyday for 2 weeks?
  • Would you rather be alone for the rest of your life or always be surrounded by annoying people?
  • Would you rather drive a beautiful, sleek sports car that is very unreliable or drive a rattling rust bucket that never broke down?
  • Would you rather be in a pool of marshmallows or M&M’s?
  • Would you rather it rain root beer or snow cotton candy?
  • Would you rather live in a place that is always too hot or always too cold?
  • Would you rather always wear your shoes on the wrong feet or always wear your pants backwards?
  • Would you rather everything you eat be too salty or not salty enough no matter how much salt you add?
  • Would you rather have unlimited sushi or tacos? (Can be any type you want!)
  • Would you rather sweat melted cheese or always smell skunk?
  • Would you rather be the best player on a losing team or the worst player on a winning team? (Can be any sport!)
  • Would you rather sleep in a bed of peanut butter every night or have your air conditioning spit out rather large spiders every 2 hours?

That’s all 15 would you rather’s! Hope you liked them. These are also a great thing to ask friends or family! I love asking my family these, so if you have a good one I didn’t include, I would love to hear it!

Have a great day!


November 27

How to Cross a Piranha-Filled River

Hello people! Have you ever done a Mad Lib? Pretty much, it’s where someone gives you a whole bunch of blanks and the type of word that should fill it in. Once you have filled in all the blanks, (in this case I recommend writing them down), you read the following story and where the blanks are, you insert the word that you used to fill it in! Since you didn’t read the story before you filled in the blanks, it turns into a short, quirky story that probably doesn’t make a whole lot of sense. Have fun with it! Just remember, fill in the blanks BEFORE you read the story. If you are like me and you forgot what each type of words means, I’ve included a cheat sheet. (P.S, the story I’ve chosen is online but has been re-written by me to avoid plagiarism.)

Adjective; A describing word, such as blue, small, beautiful.

Noun; A person, place or thing.

Verb; An action. ( i.e. running, cutting, smiling). Does not have to end in -ing.

Interjection; An exclamation! Something you would yell out when you are excited, or happy. (i.e.  Woo! Bazinga! Hallelujah! Cool cheese!)

Plural; More than one. (So, like, instead of “Taco” it would be “Tacos”)


(1) Adjective          (2) Adjective          (3) Foreign country          (4) Part of body          (5) Adjective

(6) Type of food plural         (7) Same food but not plural          (8) Verb        (9) Noun

(10) Adjective      (11) Article of clothing plural          (12) Verb ending in “ing”          (13) A place

(14) A number


Saranac Lake - New York - Saranac River - Adirondack State National Park Onasill ~ Bill Badzo via Compfight

How to Cross a Piranha-Filled River

If you have ever heard of a piranha before, you would know that they are very (1)________ and (2)________. They live in the rivers and lakes in (3)——–so here’s how to avoid getting your (4)________ bitten by a particularly (5)________ piranha when trying to cross a river.

Piranhas natural diet are (6)________, so unless you are a (7)________, you won’t catch their attention too quickly unless you (8)________ around.

Shaded or cool areas have more (9)________ flies, one of the piranhas favourite snack, so avoid those areas.

Piranhas are attracted to (10)________ (11)________, so NEVER wear those in the water or near the water.

If you see a (12)________ piranha in the water, get back to the/a (13)________ A.S.A.P. The piranha could be potentially deadly.

Even if you have the smallest cut, NEVER enter the water. Piranhas would be able to smell the wound from (14)________ miles away.

Hopefully, if you are ever crossing a piranha-filled river, this guide comes in handy!


So that’s a Mad Lib! Hope you liked it, there’s A LOT more where that came from. What words did you use? Have a great day!