Sunday, June 10, 2018

The Inside: A Short Story

Happy Sunday!

So, I haven't written in a while. Grade 12 has been significantly more late nights than any of the previous years. Also the school play, which I was lucky enough to land a (sort of?) lead role in, meant rehearsal after school until at least 5. Excuses aside, I've come back here to write something, even though it probably won't be great (I'm seriously out of practice) just so I can get back into the swing of things.

The Inside

She lowers herself down onto the straw covered floor. She sits with her legs tucked neatly underneath her, so that her thin dress adequately covers her. The straw scratches her otherwise bare skin, but she pays it no attention. She closes her eyes and presses her hand up against the smooth surface of the glass barrier. It's cold, making her wonder if the temperature on the Outside had dropped. Surely it couldn't be winter already. Summer had only just arrived, and she definitely was not ready for the intense shivers that winter brought on. She listens to the wind whistle through the small cracks in the barrier. Sometimes she likes to pretend that the wind is talking to her, whispering stories to her about the Outside. She is listening to a story now when she feels something warm against the glass.

She opens her eyes. Staring back at her is a boy. He has strange eyes, silver as the moon, but something hidden beneath them. As she looks at him, he smiles a wide, toothy grin. He looks genuinely happy, she thinks. She wonders if he has been on the Inside for a long time. No one on the inside is happy unless someone from the outside is looking on. He uses his free hand to push his shaggy blonde out of his eyes, but it falls back almost instantly. She stares at him curiously, trying to figure out why he is like he is. Then, an eerily familiar alarm starts blaring. She starts to panic. Her heart is racing, she knows that this alarm means, but she can't quite believe it. She feels like she might throw up. She looks back at the boy, who looks confused.


She's not ready. She starts crawling back through the straw covered floor, desperate to put as much distance as possible between her and him. Once her back is up against the opposite wall, she can just make out the sign being displayed to the Outside.



Okay, so that is a thing that I did. I still don't know how I feel about it, because I wrote it over two weeks and kind of changed direction from what I had originally planned.
I'll try to post again next week, but I'm basically in exams so I might be too stressed.

Until next time,


Sunday, May 13, 2018


Happy Sunday!

Happy Mother's Day!

It's been a long while since I've blogged, and I feel a little bad about it. I just feel a little overwhelmed with life right now, like things are being constantly being thrown at me. It's like dodge ball, and if you know me I've never, ever been good at anything even remotely active, so I'm struggling a little with everything. A bunch has happened since my last life update, so I'll do my best to fill you in.

Firstly, the Dungeons and Dragon campaign I'm Dungeon Mastering (DMing) is in full swing now. We're pretty much in the finale, which is a little scary considering all the things I have yet to figure out. I guess that's what happens when you take an idea that was supposed to last months and try to jam it in to a couple of sessions. That has me all stressed out, because we're going to try and do the finale on Victoria Day, and I haven't even started to write it out yet. This week is going to be a fun one for sure.

Secondly, prom was a thing that happened this week. Unfortunately I've been pretty much out with a cold since Wednesday, but I did manage to take some cold medicine and tough it out for the big night. Overall I thought it was okay. I don't know that it was worth the hype, but I had an amazing time with Ash, and all our other friends, so I guess that's something. In my opinion, it was really just a glorified wedding but all the guests were teenagers. There were really only 3 things to do there: talk, dance, and take pictures. I don't actually have any good pictures of Ash and I on my phone, but I'll upload some here once I get them off my mum's camera.

Thirdly, the adult things I should be doing right now have more or less taken over any remaining time that I definitely don't have. Between figuring out what I have to do for university acceptance and finding a job, I barely feel like I have any time any more. Speaking of university, I guess now would be as good a time as any to tell you that I've decided to go to Queen's. Everything about the campus just seemed like the right fit for me - the older style architecture, the small town feel - it just really felt like home. I guess it also helps that I know a few people going there (namely my friend Liam) so I won't start off totally alone next year.

I guess to sum it all up, my life has been taken over by a to-do list that seems to do nothing but multiply, but I guess that's life. 

Anyways, I feel like someone out there wants a short story, so here's a super quicky. Enjoy.

Get Burned: A Short

I watch the campfire with interest. I hold my hand out, so that it's only an inch or so away from the flames. I watch as the fire flickers and dances. I can feel your eyes on me, watching me wearily, mentally urging me not to get any closer to the flames. I push my hand a little closer. I hear you start to say my name, but I ignore you. The fire is calling out to me. It whispers secrets in my ears and shows me truths with its movements. I touch it. My fingers graze orange light. It is so warm. The scene around me fades until it is just me and the fire. Then it transforms into him. And the second it takes his shape I run into its - his - open arms. He embraces me. He is warm and gentle and full of light. I stay in his embrace for as long as possible. I beg him to never let me go again. I don't want to be without him anymore. His firey figure shakes its head and releases me. I feel a single tear run down my cheek at he - it - turns and walks away.
I wake up in the hospital with second degree burns. I'm lucky it isn't more severe they tell me. I shrug. I expected this. After all, those who play with fire are bound to get burned.

Hopefully everyone is doing well.
Until next time,

Sam Mac

Sunday, April 8, 2018

The Heart: A Poem

Happy Sunday!

The Heart
All I can hear
Is the ringing in my ears
And all I can feel
Is my own heart
Dutifully beating in my chest
And I wonder why
We decided to make a different shape for such an important organ
Was the lump of muscle not pretty enough as is?
Instead we have a different shape
It's meant to represent love
But like the word itself
It's overused
It's used to dot the i's of 6th grade sentences
Used to fill blank spaces of 1st grade art
Used to avoid saying I love you
And after all this wondering
I wonder some more
What other secrets lie behind the heart?

. . .

Yep, that's a thing I just did.
Hope you enjoyed that.
Until next time,


Monday, April 2, 2018

Easter and Midterms 01.04.18

Happy Sunday!

Happy Easter, for those who celebrate.
Happy Passover, for those who celebrate.
Happy April Fools day, for everyone?

It's quite a busy time, isn't it? Today was a pretty great day, even though I dropped my new phone on hardwood floors (sans case, because the one I ordered hasn't come yet).
I started by day off with my sister waking me up and informing me that there was a pastel theme today and I had to adhere to the dress code of florals and pastels. Now, I think I might have mentioned this before, but my closet consists of 4 colours: red, blue, black, and grey. I managed to dig out a light pink sweater, overalls, and a flower crown to channel my inner pastel edit Dan(iel) Howell.

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We had an egg hunt, which is a fun tradition that I'm hoping I'll be able to make it home for next year. My brother ended up finding the most, probably because he took the basement to himself. We ended up actually finding all the eggs this year, which is great because usually we have one or two that someone randomly finds in June and the candies inside inedible.

After that it was back to studying for the hell storm that is midterms, which is more or less all I've been doing since Good Friday, which is a national holiday in Canada. (Apparently the US doesn't have it, off. I guess they don't do the whole 4 day weekend thing.) I only have 3 classes this semester, but I pretty much have a test and a major project due in each one sometime in the next two weeks. Which is hell on Earth. Right now I'm flip-flopping back and forth between a debate on the American Revolution and a rant on the phrase 'I love you'.

I was complaining to my family on Friday about how stressed I am about midterms when they informed me that no one else had any. I'm still a little confused by it. Do other high schools not do some form of midterm, either a unit test or a massive project or something? My school can't be the only one that does that, right?

Anyways, I've got a bit more work to do (Dungeons and Dragons stuff, thankfully, not schoolwork) tonight, so I better go and get on that.

Until next time,


Sunday, March 25, 2018

Blue: A One Shot

Happy Sunday!

It's super late as I'm writing this, and I just spent the better part of the evening trying to figure out how to work my new phone (it's a Samsung S9), so I'm a little out of it.

Anyways, here's a super short, enjoy.


I lay curled up in the inky darkness of the night, staring up at the ceiling, even though I can't see it. I roll so that I'm on my side, so that I'm sort of solo spooning. Spooning with an idea. I hold the thought of you in my head all day, but I don't allow myself to think about you until I'm alone, cloaked in darkness and surrounded by silence. Where no one can see me blush and smile at the thought of you, or mouth the words conversations I wish we could have in person. In person. What a novelty idea, talking to you, face to face. I cycle through who you could be, what you might look like. Sometimes it seems like there's a million possibilities. But I know that when I see you, when I hear your voice, when I look into your eyes for the first time, I know I'll know that it's you. Blue. My Blue.

This story was inspired by Becky Albertalli's Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda. Obviously I don't own the characters, but I was glad to borrow them for a little creative interpretation. I'm reading the book to my sister now, and I think it's a both a good and important book for everyone to read.

Until next time,


Sunday, March 18, 2018

Toronto Comic Con 2018

Happy Sunday!

I know, I know, I missed last week. Oops.

But March Break had my all time favourite event of the year - Comic Con, and this year I got t go twice, on the Saturday with my friend Ash, and on the Sunday with my siblings and their friends. And of course, two days means two cosplays. This year I went as Taako (The Adventure Zone) and Mabel (Gravity Falls). It was amazing, and I had such a good time. Here are some pictures.

An epic picture of a battle between Taako and Kravitz

I'm Taako, you know...from TV?


There's a name engraved on the side, but I could never read it up to this point. I never knew it was there. But now, there it is, plain as day.  L U P

Probably my favourite pic of me from the con...I think Krav was blinking?

"Carry me."     "No."    "Too late."   "Taako wai-"   *Taako jumps into Kravitz's arms*

Mabel Pines

What book? I haven't seen your book?

My first boyfriend was a bunch of gnomes. Have I ever told you that story Waddles?

And that's it for now. I'll try to do another post mid week about all the things I've got.

Until next time,


Sunday, March 4, 2018

Comic Con 2018 Cosplay Announcement + Short Story

Happy Sunday!

It's March, which means that it's Comic Con season! I'm so excited to go back to Toronto Comic Con this year! I honestly can't believe that it's been 5 years already! I'm excited to be going back with my best friend, Ash.

This year we're going as....


The Adventure Zone is an amazing Dungeons and Dragons podcast by the McElroy Family, and it's so funny, brilliant, and creative. I 100% recommend it.

Cool, now that that's done, a super short story.

"Seth, come on, you've been staring at those flowers for nearly an hour." Lia said. He was drumming his fingers on the desk, a sure sign that he was getting impatient.
"Shhh." He said without turning away from the flowers. "I've almost got it."
"I'm telling you, it doesn't work like that."
"How do you know?"
"Because," Lía sighed and sunk down into the seat next to Seth. "It's telepathy, not telekinesis. They're different things."
"How do you know all that?" Seth asked, finally breaking his concentration on the freshly cut golden yellow roses in the vase in front of him.
"Comic books?"
"Sure. Yeah, why not?"
Lía switched to their telepathic line. Come on Seth, I'm hungry, let's go grab something to eat.
Seth contemplated for a moment, staring up and the ceiling before nodding and grabbing his bag from the back of the chair. Together they left the house, and walked to the nearest McDonald's in comfortable silence - or at least, that's what everyone else thought.
Seth didn't bother to check the vase of roses when he got home, so he didn't see that they had rapidly wilted, dried, and lost all their petals.