Working on a few things

Hello everyone. I know I haven’t posted anything for days. I’ve been working on a few things. Firstly, I’ve been working on the stories and transcripts for the cases in “Mind Games”. Secondly, I’m writing a new chapter for “Realm of Madness”. Lastly, I’m about to start a new drawing.

I would show you what I have so far, but there is a lot of information and I think it would be better if I put the whole thing on another blog.

Anyways, that’s all. Have a lovely day.

Some changes were made

I just made some changes to my page on “Mind Games”, the game I’m planning on making some day. If you want to see what changes I made, you can go to the page by clicking here.

Among the changes, I added a picture that I made.

Helga Von Groud
Headshot of Helga Von Groud

This is Helga Von Groud, another character from “Mind Games”. She is the assistant of the main character, Cammy Angel. I made this drawing a few weeks ago and forgot to show it to you. So, here it is.

I hope you like it. Well, have a nice day.


What been going on

Sorry for not posting anything for the past five days. I got some blood work done a few days back. The next day I needed to see the doctor. The day after that, my mother, my step-father, and I saw “Wonder Woman” in one of the iPic Theatres.

At first I wasn’t excited about seeing it but I was glad I saw it. I loved the music and the fighting scenes were amazing. The theatre was amazing too. The seat reclined at a push of a button. You order food and then they brought you the food you ordered. I ordered orange soda, pizza, and something called a chocolate s’more cake.

Anyways, that why I haven’t posted anything. I’m working on a few things, so those are on the way.

Have a lovely day.

New Drawing

Sorry for the lack of posts for the last few days. I was kept busy with job interviews. I already interviewed at the Bronx House and am waiting for a reply from them. I got accepted to a program out of the state. I’m also looking into animation classes for the summer, as well as schools for animation. I might have to move to California for school and then for work, unless I can open my own animation studio here in New York.

Oh! I have just finished a digital drawing of one of my characters! Here it is:Fiona

This is Fiona from “The Infinite Guide” in one of her many dresses. Hope you like it!

That’s all I wanted to show you. Bye for now!


I just put the first few chapters of my new story, “Realm of Madness”, in its own page. Click here to see the page.

I also have some sketches to share with you. I’m still working on them and I might just start over and try to draw them better, but I thought that it would be nice to show you what I have so far.

Well, here they are:


This is a sketch of my characters, Zane and Zilla Fey. Zilla had just hopped on top of Zane while he was reading a book. They share a laugh. Since the two live together, this sort of thing happens all the time.



This is a sketch of my other characters, Dusk and Dawn Suzuki, when they were younger. As you can tell, they are very close.


The final sketch is of Dusk’s and Dawn’s mother, Lotus Suzuki, holding their baby brother, Orion. I think I may had made her head too big, but I can always fix it.

That is it for now. I will talk to you later. Have a nice day!

New Follower + New Story

Firstly, allow me to thank Millie Schmidt for following the blog. I hope you enjoy what you see.

Secondly, I just updated “The Infinite Guide”. Now, there are two new chapters to the story. To see them, click here.

Lastly, I wanted to share a brand new story that I am working on. The preface and the first two chapters are done. I’ll put them in its own page soon, but for now, here are the preface and the first chapter:

Preface: My Name is Mary…


My name is Mary.

Mary Sweets.

You’ll have to excuse me. This is my first time on a site like this and I’m a little nervous. I just thought it was a good idea to start with my name; I didn’t know how else to start. Like I said before, I’m a little apprehensive about sharing my story. Nonetheless, I needed to tell my story to someone. When I discovered this site, with it creepy stories and bizarre anecdotes, I thought it would be the perfect place to write my story. I doubt that anyone would believe me, I mostly want to tell it just to prove to myself that it wasn’t make-believe; that it wasn’t all in my head. There’s another reason I’m writing this: I don’t want to forget. I don’t want to forget the most traumatic experience in my children that would ultimately lead me to my improvement as well as the six people who would become my best friends in the whole world. Sorry, I’m getting ahead of myself.

This story–my story–is going to be a long one. I would love to type this all in one sitting, but, due to forces that are beyond my control, I can’t. Consider this first post as a preface and the later posts as chapters. In hindsight, I should have just written a whole novel and send it to the nearest publishing agency, but, like I said before, I doubt that anyone would believe me. My story isn’t a sad one, nor is it a scary one. However, there are some parts of my story that are depressing and even disturbing. Consider this a warning: this story will contain violence, gore, vivid images of graphic scenes, the death of innocence, and other mature subject matter. If any of this doesn’t appeal to you, then I suggest that you stop reading. Listen to me, getting ahead of myself again. Sorry. I’ll just start from the beginning.

Like I said before, my name is Mary.

Mary Sweets.

Chapter 1: Before the Madnes

It was the thirty-first of May, in the year 2018. The school year was ending and autumn was slowly turning into summer. The once crisp, golden brown leaves that would fall from the tree branches became an almost radiant shade of green; some trees were even blooming lovely pink flowers. Tomorrow was the first of June and I would be turning twelve-years-old. The party that my class held for me earlier that day was good. “MARY SWEETS, COME OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!” The shrill, raised voice of my mother rung in my ears, but still, I didn’t move from my hiding place. In the far corner of the playground that was built behind my elementary school, were lush bushes surrounding a tall, wide oak tree. It was there where I seat, underneath the tall oak tree, hidden by the bushes.

I was a petite girl; only four feet tall and sixty-five pounds. I had pale green, round eyes, fair skin, and long black hair that was tied in twin ponytails by large, bright white hairbows. I had a petite nose, rosy cheeks, and a round face. I was wearing my favorite white, short-sleeved blouse under my favorite black denim overall skirt. I was wearing my favorite pair of white socks with black polka-dots and my favorite pair of black dress shoes.

“MARY SWEETS!” I heard the voice of my mother again. She was calling on for me to come out from my hiding spot. It was the end of the school day and the other children were gone. The only people left in the school were the janitors, some teachers, and my mother, who was looking for me. “MARY!” She yelled again. I didn’t move from my spot. I wasn’t a disobedience child, quite the opposite. I always did what I was told, I never acted out or throw temper tantrums, and rarely did I do anything that would be considered rebellious. It was just that, on that day, I wanted to be alone; I didn’t want her to see me cry.

Cool tears ran down my cheeks like rivers and I was trying my best to silent the sniffles and whimpers that was coming from my mouth. I wrapped both of my eyes with my hands, but so soon as the previous tears were gone, new ones took their place. I hugged my knees, which were pushed against my chest, with my tiny arms. “MARY!” My mother screamed again. I could tell that she was getting impatient and angry. I continued to cry and sob quietly. I was staring downward at the soil. Tiny insects, like worms and beetles, were crawling around my shoes. “MARY SWEETS!” I didn’t want to disobey her, but, at the same time, I didn’t want to come out. I just wanted to be alone with my tears. You might be wondering why I was crying. The reason behind my tears would become clear to you soon enough

“MARY!” My mother yelled again. “IF YOU DON’T COME OUT BY THE TIME I COUNT TO THREE, I’M CALLING YOUR FATHER!” My sobs suddenly stopped and grasp escaped my mouth. I could tell that she wasn’t joking; she meant what she said. If I didn’t come out in less than three seconds, I would only find myself in more trouble than I already was. “ONE!” My mother began to count. “TWO!” Finally, I begrudgingly stood and walked around the trunk of the tall oak tree, in clear view of my mother, who was standing in the middle of the playground. As she stomped toward me, I wrapped the remaining tears from my eyes, hoping that she didn’t noticed.

My mother, Susan, was a slender, beautiful woman. Like me, she has long black hair that fell from her head in curls and framed her heart-shaped face. Her eyes were the color of sapphires, big, round, and shimmering sapphires. She had an ample chest, suntanned skin, and full lips. She wore a black dress that stopped at her knees and hugged her body. Her black high heels were undoubtingly getting soiled in the grass and dirt. She was wearing a lot of make-up; pink eye shadow, pink lipstick, and pink blush on her cheeks. She grabbed me by my wrist and pulled to her side. “Don’t EVER hide from me again!” She said through clenched teeth, her eyebrows knitting at the center. “Especially when I’m calling you. Understand?” I feverishly nodded my head. “Good.” Her face relaxed, if only just a little. “Now let go home.”

With that, my mother dragged me toward our blue sedan, which was parked outside the front entrance of the school. My school was about twenty minutes away from my family’s house, thirty if you walked. My family and I lived in the suburban part of New Jersey-Hamilton to be exact- so everything wasn’t too far away. If we needed something, we would just hop in the car and drive there. I’ve never really been outside of New Jersey. I sat quietly in the passenger’s seat as my mother drove down the different streets. I watched from my window the many shops and family-owned businesses that we pass by. My mother didn’t speak to me until we were at the house.


Firstly, let me say sorry for the inactivity. I just moved out of my dorm and am setting in at home. I also applied to some summer jobs and programs, so I might be busy with those. However, I’ll make sure to post when I have the time.

Now that I have some free time, I can show you what I been working on.

I’m still working on “Midnight Embrace”, but I did changed the plot a little. Here is the new summary: Once upon a time, there were two families whose power and wealth were unmatched by anyone else. Believing that they could increase their wealth and power, the two families arranged for the youngest members for their clans to join in matrimony once they came of age. And so, since he was born, William “Will” Midnight, the heir to the Midnight Estate and all its riches, was expected to marry Alexandrea “Alex” Embrace, the heiress to the Embrace Estate and all its assets. However, Will, despite all the pressure to marry, is not sure if he wants to spend the rest of his life with Alex. Will, like many members of his family, can flawlessly predict the outcome of events and choices in all possible timelines. Alex, like many members of her family, can use turn herself into a weapon for others to use. Having sent thirteen years together with Alex, going to the same school, and learning to use her in combat, Will can safety say that he does like Alex, yet there are some things about Alex that bothers Will. For example, Alex likes to have random and spontaneous tackle fights. She also enjoys smothering Will with hugs and kisses. She’s also extremely clingy. This is very discomforting for Will because he has an intense phobia of ‘cooties’. On top of all that, a group of extremists, hoping to start a new world order where everyone is equal, are plotting to assassinate the members of the richest families in the country; they already got Will’s mother. Now Will is on a mission to track down the people who euthanized him mother before they do the same thing to him and Alex.

Also, I’m working on a new story. I’m calling it  “Realm of Madness”. Here is what it will be about: In recent years, some theories, or hypotheses, had suggested that “insanity”, or what we define as “insanity”, is a physical place that one can visit. This place is not accessible by traditional means; it is believed that this place exists in a pocket dimension that is separate from our own. The physics of this “realm of madness”, as well as its origins, are yet to be known. Meanwhile, in the rest of the world, a young girl from a small Icelandic town mysterious disappeared during the night. That was four years ago, on the girl’s birthday. Three years ago, a young boy from England also mysterious disappeared. Two years ago, a young girl from India disappeared. One year ago, a pair of twins from Japan disappeared. Now, 12-year-old Mary, a sufferer of insomnia and depression from the States, disappears from her family home as well. Before she disappears, however, she is given a birthday gift from her parents: a stuffed dog made from mismatched colored fabric. It is that night, Mary is taken to a place of pure chaos, the Realm of Madness. She must find a way to escape the Realm of Madness, but can she find a way for the others to escape as well?

Finally, I finished two new chapters for “The Infinite Guide”. After finishing this post, I’m going to update the story.

Anyway, that it for now.

I will talk to you later.