Snippet Stories: The Bus Ride

Maggie was suddenly jolted awake but the quick jolt that slammed her face against the window. Blinking away the slight pain, she remembered where she was. She was on bus number 17, which had departed from it's usual stop in her tiny home town at five this morning, and was headed to who knows where, but she could care less. Her mindset this morning when she boarded was just to get somewhere new where no one knew her. She'd carefully planned her departure time so that her parents wouldn't realize she was gone until she was halfway to her mystery point B. Two days before, she told them she would be spending this weekend at her best friend's cabin as a last fling before graduation next week, and would go straight there after school, but this morning she told her friend she was sick and couldn't go. So, her parents thought her to be at a cabin with zero cell reception, and her friends thought her home sick, the perfect plan, at least until Monday. "Attention passengers, we will be arriving at the Chicago stop in fifteen minutes."  The sickly sweet voice chimed over the loudspeakers. "Chicago, huh? Why not?" She muttered to herself as she began to gather what little belongings she brought with her: A backpack full of clothes and snacks, her kindle-with all of her favorite books-, and her purse; containing a new cell phone she'd traded from a boy at school, some chapstick, pens, notepads, random nicknacks it'd collected over time, and her wallet- full of her driver's licence and three hundred dollars cash she'd withdrawn from her mom's account this morning. Pulling her earbuds out, she stashed her ipod back into her pocket and stood as the bus approached it's stop. "Now arriving at Chicago stop 9. Have a nice day." Then woman announced with vomit-worthy cheer. Maggie sighed as she stood, pushing her way into the line of people eagerly trying to exit the bus. "Excuse me, ma'am? Can you come here for a moment?" She glanced up as someone grabbed her arm. "Umm.." but the strange man was already pulling her towards the back of the bus. She glanced wearily towards the last few people filing out onto the streets. No one left to notice anything that could happen. She opened her mouth to say that she really needed to get off, but he spoke before she could. "Maggie Elizabeth Halten, age eighteen. You departed this morning at five oh-two a.m.. The current time is three forty-four p.m.. End Time was approximately eleven sixteen." She stared at him like he had four eyes and bird crap on his face. "How do you know my name? And when I left? What do you mean End Time?" She asked. "Maggie Elizabeth, I've known your name since I was assigned to you before you were born. I have followed you in everything you do since you breathed your first breath. My name is Jaeden Amicha, I am your guider." he said. "Guider? What are you guiding me through?" "The afterlife. I am in charge of making sure you understand the laws you must abide by, and helping you hone your abilities. End Time? That means time of death. Around four hours and thirty minutes ago, you were murdered by the council. Living will see your death as natural causes. By order of the council, you are to spend two hundred years riding this bus, I hope you brought entertainment."  

Juat keep shipping, just keep shipping, what do we do? We ship, ship, shiiiiip

PHRANK IS BACK(again...)

So I know it feels like a whole butt-ton of things have happened lately, but I honestly have no idea what to blog about because it's all running together. So what to do? Blog about a very popular thing these days,

SHIPPING!!! 

You may be wondering, 'what is this shipping?'

Glad you asked! Shipping is simply the act of wishing two people or fictional characters would get in a romantic relationship together, and in all lot of cases writing fanfiction about said couple or making fanart about them (Warning to our more innocent audience, fanfiction and fanart in the context of shipping VERY often involves inappropriate content((scarily detailed-from what I've heard-erotic stories and porn drawings)) viewer/reader discretion is much advised)

I personally try not to ship fictional characters because I like to see how said fictional stories play out. However, I have but one fictional ship that isn't cannon. What is it, you ask? 

Destiel. Yes, I ship Castiel and Dean of Supernatural. I know what you're thinking, 

'oh no, a christian shipping two men together? Blasphemy!' If you're thinking that, I'm going to have to tell you to calm pantyhose, grandma. (side note, does anyone even say blasphemy anymore?) Yes my ship is two guys. No I don't write erotic fanfiction about them. No I do not draw them having sex. Get your mind out of the gutter, gosh. 

I also occasionally ship real, non-fictional people as well. To be honest, mostly my sister. But they're really adorable ships. One of them was her and a guy with hands that are the same size as hers(she has teeny little hands) but skinnier, and he's also eighteen and barely taller than her(she is a five-foot-nothing who just turned seventeen in march). I could get very deep into the details of my ships, but that would bore you. So instead, I'm going to research a couple of popular ships, and give my reviews!


SHIP NUMBER ONE

Merther.
Merther is the Merlin fandom's ship for King Arthur and Merlin. Now, I've yet to fully enter into the Merlin fandom, to be truthful I've watched about six or seven episodes in the very first season, but I enjoyed it greatly and will watch more when I get the chance. Yes, I realize that fandoms are painful and I am vaguely aware of how the series ended. Back to the ship. As I said, at the point in the series that I'm at, they can barley stand talking to each other, let alone being in a romantic relationship. However I have seen snippets and gifs on tumblr, and I vote them a cute couple, but what happened to Merlin amd Gwen? They totally had something there. ANYWAYS, Arthur and Merlin? Cute, but I don't think I'd ship it.


SHIP NUMBER TWO

Spirk.
Spirk is the ship of Captain Kirk and Spock. Again, I am not in the Trekkie fandom, but I'd just like to raise a huge toast to the self control of the Trekkies who named the ship Spirk instead of the most obvious alternative.


SHIP NUMBER THREE

Johnlock.
The ship of BBC's television show Sherlock's one and only Sherlock Holmes (played by Benedict Cumberbatch) and the dashing John Watson (played by Martin Freeman-Martin Freeman, mmmhh). I am no homophobe. My best friend is bi. I think gay guys are great. I do not like Johnlock, at all. It may very well be that Sherlock shippers I come across are particularly vulgar. I have yet to see His Last Vow, and from my 'inside info' it may completely change my view on this, but I like John and Mary together. They are so cute. Anyways. Review? Has some nice 'evidence' behind it, but i will never ship it.


SHIP NUMBER FOUR 

Destiel.
Destiel destiel destiel. I love it. if you're actually reading this post instead of just skimming, you wouldgone  already know a little bit about this ship. You would know that this ship is Castiel (an angel of the Lord who has, y'know, killed a couple innocent vessels for the cause of killing a couple angels gone bad, but we all have bad days. He's also got y'know some pretty nice eyes) and Dean Winchester(a hunter who is((supposedly)) very straight and is considered a 'player' and basically makes a living off killing creatures not thought real and yes occasionally people) of Supernatural. Destiel is my one and only ship of fictional characters and I ship it so hard. It was soo close to cannon in the recent episode where Cas thought he had a date but it turned out he was babysitting for a girl while she went on a date. REVIEW?!?! I ship it I ship it I ship it but I wish it had a bit more cannon backing.


SHIP NUMBER FIVE

Wincest.
Wincest is also a popular Supernatural ship that puts Sam and Dean together(Sam is Dean's little brother by the way). I do not ship family together at all. It is just flat out nasty, ya'll. Yes I said ya'll. Shhh... Anyways. Incest ships, not my thing. Don't ship.


SHIP NUMBER SIX

Janto.
A Doctor Who/Torchwood ship of the pan sexual(even inter-species) Captain Jack Harkness and Ianto Jones. They're cute. I'd ship it. I don't know if Ianto would be into it though, he kinda had it for that half Cyber-woman he tried to save...


SHIP NUMBER SEVEN

Spideypool.
A Marvel ship of Spiderman and Deadpool. I don't know much about the ship other than if you follow a Deadpool fan blog on tumblr it will 45% of the time turn into Spideypool porn, according to my brother. Would I ship it? Maybe.


SHIP NUMBER EIGHT

Clintasha.
I dunno if that's the actual ship name but it is now. Clint (Hawkeye) and Natasha (Blackwidow) of the avengers. i approve.


SHIP NUMBER NINE

Elsanna.
The Frozen fandom's ship of Queen Elsa and her sister Princess Anna. Again, me no likey the incest. I think all of the incest shippers are all only child's because just think about dating your sibling if this is not disgusting to you then you are messed up somewhere deep down. Nasty. Would I ship it? heck NAH.
(If you haven't noticed I'm just sort of skimming through the ships now so I can go ahead and post this)


SHIP NUMBER TEN

Kristanna.
I lied, I have two ships. The ship of Kristoff and Anna from Frozen. They are cute. Adorable. The best. Best part? THIS SHIP IS CANNON, SUCKERS!!! Stamp this ship with approval two hundred times.


Well, that's all the ships for now, I hope you enjoyed. Think I missed a good or popular ship? Write the ship name in the comments or email me at phrank.and.phred@gmail.com and write Phrank/ships in the subjects bar. Until the next time, my shippas!!!

Love love,
Phrank Mc.  

**IMPORTANT EDIT**

GUYS WAIT SORRY I TOTALLY FORGOT THE BEST ONE


SHIP NUMBER ELEVEN

Jelsa.
Jelsa is the ship of Jack Frost from Rise of the Guardians and Queen Elsa. I lied. Three ships. I have three ships. I love Jelsa. I ship Jelsa so hard. I love it. Jack and Elsa are awesome. That is all. Bye again.


Love Love,
Phrank Mc.

Snippet Stories: Heartbeat

As they sat there in the well-worn recliner, she lay with her head on his chest, listening. Not really listening to the words he spoke of his back story, which were too sad and too long for someone with so little of his life behind him, and so much ahead. No, she was just listening to the soothing tones of his voice, and the gentle thump thump, thump thump of his heartbeat. She re-focused on his words long enough to hear him tell a tale of him and his sister nearly running away together at a time probably more recent than she'd like to think, and thanked god that they hadn't. Now that this boy, this amazing, wonderful creature had been shoved head-first into her life, she couldn't imagine what she would do if he had disappeared before they'd gotten so close. She admits to herself that her life wasn't really bad before they met, in fact is was better than it had been for a while. But she recalls that there was no true reason to it. She was just wandering around waiting for it to feel less empty, waiting for her great Something to happen. But now, listening to the rhythmic thump thump, thump thump of his heart, her breathing slipping into tune with his, she was sure that this was her Something. Thump thump, thump thump. She thought of the thing in his chest making those quiet noises, pumping the blood through his veins, keeping her beautiful Something alive. Thump thump, thump thump. She didn't know how the stars had managed to line up so that  they met, but she understood that there were too many small things that could have happened differently, and not even his name would have never crossed her path. And thinking all this, she was grateful the stars wound up exactly how they did. Thump thump, thump thump. She was grateful for for every breath she spent with him. Thump thump, thump thump. She was grateful for this thing inside of him, pumping the life through his body, keeping him here with her. She understood that at any moment, without a speck of notice, that thing inside his chest could simply stop, and that it didn't. Thump thump, thump thump. She was grateful for this ridiculous boy who talked his life story away as he held her.  Thump thump, thump thump. God, how she was grateful for him. She was grateful for every little thing about him, from the way his cologne smelled to the feeling of his hand when it held hers, and every little quirk that some might deem annoying. Thump thump, thump thump. She was grateful for everything in that moment, but she was mostly grateful for that soothing heartbeat, which kept her Something going.  

Love love,
     Phrank Mc.

Snippet Stories: An Introduction.

Hello, Phrank here. notifying you that I will now be posting little snippets of stories called, wait for it, Snippet Stories! These stories will have no definite theme or plot, they will just be about page long sections of what I could probably turn into actual stories if I wasn't too lazy(or jazz, as my phone corrects it). 

That's all.

Love Love, 

Phrank Mc. 

The Adventures of Og and Igga: An introduction

Og and Igga:

an Introduction.

Ello, Phrank here. Phreddie and I are going to start a little series about to Cave-girls, named Og and Igga. Og and Igga are basically what it would be like if her and I were Cavemen (would it change to cavewomen for girls?), Og being Phred's name (she picked it herself) and Igga being mine. Phreddrick and I will be tag teaming their little tales from each character's view, and I've just decided how we're going to do it. We'll be in the middle of a tale, but say we're having writers block, We'll type "TAG!!!" in all caps, inform the other that we've done so, and the other will pick off where one left off. Example:

  Igga was positively bored. She'd been so for hours. She'd tried hitting plants withs rocks, hitting her leg with rocks, hitting birds with rocks, even hitting rocks with rocks. still no cure to her insufferable boredom. then she had an idea: "Og! Og, Og, Og, where Og?"

TAG!!!

At this particular moment Og was sleeping, dreams of cooking speared hog dancing in her head.
When suddenly she heard Igga yelling "OG!"
This thoroughly irritated Og because it was a nice dream, and Og hadn't had speared hog in days.
Then, suddenly she felt a strong electrical fan
Only, electrical fans didn't exist, and on further inspection Og saw it was their pet Girziminalfich, landing.
A Girziminalfich looks rather like a reindeer with  mange, but not in the disgusting way
  more like a Pretty-but-scary reindeer with bat wings that had rather large holes and big saber-teeth and a very visible rib cage.
 Upon finding Og, Igga yelled "OG!" as though it was the only word she knew.
Og replied with a very irritated "Og sleep! Wake Og! Og angry!"
By know you may have noticed Og liked to talk in the third person
"Og dream of speared hog! Very good."
Igga looked at Og confused and asked "Dream of speared Og? Why good?"
"Very yum. Should make." Og replied, her stomach growling for some.
Igga shrugged and walked up to Og, wielding her spear.
Realizing her intentions, Og yelled "GAH! GOWAY, FLAGYER!!"
Which, in human words, would probably be "Hey! Stop it, you big dunder brain!!"

TAG!!

Stopping midway through launching her spear at Og, Igga frowned at her words. "flagyer? Igga do what Og say, Igga make speared Og. Og say Og dreamed of. Og say good. Why Og not want make speared Og? Og say..." Igga frowned again. "Igga confused.." Having picked up the habit from Og, Igga, too, spoke in third person. "No no flagyer," Og said "Og no say speared Og. Og say Dreamed of speared hog. Hu-hog."  With her hands, she motioned having tusks. "Speared hu-Og? Hu-og.. h-og.. Hog! Og mean speared HOG?!" Igga asked. "Yes, hog, hog, speared hog." This time Og picked up two sticks and put them on her face as pretend tusks. "Oh! Igga seen hogs! Go catch and make speared hog?"

TAG!!!

"Igga get speared hog, Og watch Igga, make sure she get good hog. Og ride Girzy" Girzy was the name of their pet Girziminalfich, as it was hard for Og and Igga to pronounce words with more then 3 syllables.
"Og not help Igga?" Igga asked, disappointed. "Og help Igga. Og watch out for hog on Girzy."
Igga gave Og a suspicious look and started trumping toward the prime hog-catching field.
 Og hopped on Girzy, and though she was planning on keeping her promise to watch for hogs, Og was soon fast asleep on Girzy's back.
Og didn't wake until Igga's war cry signalling she had targeted a hog startled her and she fell ten feet into a large pond.
Og wallowed around in the water, stirring up mud and dirt till the pond was a big puddle of mud.
"Gah! Igga! You flagyer! HELP OG!"
Although Igga was much too far away and wrapped up in her own joy of spearing hog to hear Og's cries for help.
Og, very irritated at this, decided to sit in the middle of the mud puddle, with only her eyes peeping out (And occasionally her mouth. Cave girls need air too.) To scare Igga with large toads she caught when Igga came by.

TAG!!!

"Og! Igga speared hog! We cook hog now? Og...?" By now Igga had noticed Og's absence. Thinking back to Og's promise of keeping watch from atop Girzy, she immediately spun around in search for said Girziminalfich. Seeing Girzy landed on a small hill by Igga's favorite toad hunting pond. "Girzy! Girzy, you lose Og? Where Og go?" As she spoke, Igga began trodding around the pond up towards Girzy. upon reaching a point about halfway across the pond, Igga's foot slipped in a spot of mud. Mud? Igga thought. Why muddy? Mud mean wet. Wet mean splash... Splash mean... "OH!" Upon further inspection, Igga discovered more and more evidence of something having been splashing in the pond. And, from Igga's time spent toad hunting, Igga could tell that it was definitely not from any of the usual animals, not even Girzy. Suddenly distracted, Igga bent down to look for prints. Midway down, Og burst out of the murk, toads and mud flying everywhere, sending Igga running and shrieking towards the unfazed Girziminalfich. Before Og knew what was happening, Igga had mounted Girzy and launched into the air, not for the first time leaving Og to find her own way home back to the hub for dinner and a long cold night.