You and I are Only One Grain of Sand on Malibu beach

You and I are Only One Grain of Sand on Malibu beach

Life is crazy.

Despite the fact that there are billions upon billions of individuals upon this earth, somehow, we pursue the belief that ours matters.

Think about that.

You and I are just small beings on this planet, a grain of sand on Malibu beach. Not even that. One song in all the songs out there. One letter on the pages of the great and legendary Harry Potter series.

According to the laws of mathematics, and the fact that the limit of a small number over infinity is zero, you and I mean nothing. We mean a number that has infinitely no end in a world with an infinite amount of people.

And thinking of not just those alive and breathing H2O right now at this instant, we have to consider those beings who once breathed H2O and then didn’t. Those such as Abe Lincoln who are gone. Who walked this planet at one point, but no longer do. We have to consider those beings that may or may not be in another universe.

Why should we care about our own lives when there are so many more lives out there? Why should we care that ours is crazy?

Why should we care that we, who are only a grain of sand, stand out? That’s impossible. A grain of sand simply can’t be noticed when surrounded by the infinite number of other grains of sand that are either sitting out on the beach, frying in the sun or lost deep under the waves of life.

Why should we even try?
Ashlyn Taylour

The Day Hope was Murdered

The Day Hope was Murdered

I’m currently writing a book. And even though I’ve written books in the past, those were for school, this one is actually my choice to write. If you’ve ever heard of NaNoWriMo, you’d know that it’s basically a month where someone sets a goal for a number of words to reach by the end of that month. I participated in Camp NaNoWriMo this past April. My goal was rather low: 15K words as I knew I’d be overloaded with school. As expected I reached my goal, and bit by bit I’ve been writing more and posting my story on Wattpad. I’ll hopefully finish it by the time summer ends. It’s a mystery book and while it won’t be novel-length, it’ll be quite long. For me at least. Here’s the summary for it and then the blurb.


Everyone in the quaint little town of Sunbank swore that they had never seen the two sisters Leila and Hope without the other by her side. They were inseparable. That is, until one day, when not only was Hope taken away, but the hope inside of Leila was taken as well. The day Hope was murdered shouldn’t be forgotten, and yet somehow, Leila can’t remember a thing.


Since the incident, I’ve written letters. Letters to no one in particular. Letters that bare my soul, my secrets. Letters that nobody can ever know about. Because, the words contained in these letters are terrifying, and would kill whomever is reading them. Now, don’t get confused and think that my depressing thoughts would kill them with sorrow or hurt. No, they would metaphorically kill them with pity, with pity and boredom.

My letters would kill their readers, just like I plan on doing to myself. I am going to kill myself. My life isn’t worth living anymore. I have nobody that cares about me, nobody that would cry If I left.

I’d be dead by now if it weren’t for those letters. They help me stay hopeful, or at least they did. But now… now, they’re just painful reminders of my useless life.

So now all that’s left is for me to leave, and I had plans to do just that, but then, then I decided to read my letters once more before I left. Yet strange things are happening, because I found my letters filled with somebody else’s words. My depressing thoughts have now disappeared and been replaced with words of love, and not hate.

Somehow something, somebody got a hold of my letters, and changed them. It could be my imagination. It could be me going berserk. However, it could also be my savior… because maybe, just maybe, their words will be enough to give me hope again. And this time, it’ll be permanent.

If you even slightly liked this, please please check out the chapters of it I have posted on Wattpad at this link: The Day Hope was Murdered
I may or may not start posting the chapters on here as well.
Ashlyn Taylour

My First Impression: The Blacklist

My First Impression: The Blacklist

I’ve heard people rant on and on about how amazing the TV series “The Blacklist” is, but up until tonight, I had never watched it, much less really knew what it was about.

Indeed, just merely an hour ago, I watched the pilot episode and I’d give it 7.5 out of 10 stars just based on that one episode. As I watch more of them, I’m sure my opinion will change and I may keep you updated. Maybe not.

If you didn’t know, I’m not a huge TV fanatic. I end up starting ten times more TV series than I finish. I’m not up-to-date on the majority of the latest movies. When I sit and stare at a screen, I just feel like I’m wasting my time. The funny thing is, I waste my time reading for hours every day and yet, I don’t consider that a waste of time but watching TV, I do. It’s a conundrum(my new favorite word) that I have yet to crack.

I’m moving off topic though. What were we talking about again? Oh yeah. The Blacklist.

Overall, I love crime shows. Some of my favorites are ‘Lie to Me’ ‘Numbers’ and ‘Psych.’ And I’d definitely put ‘The Blacklist’ up there with ‘Lie to Me’ and that’s pretty high, since ‘Lie to Me’ is absolutely amazing.

I really like the whole concept of the ‘blacklist’ that Reddington has compiled. And I can already tell that I’m going to love the leading female. I’m excited to find out everything regarding her husband: whether he was/ is a criminal, where’d he get that money, etc.

If you’ve never watched The Blacklist or have never even heard of it, check it out. Yesterday. It seems like it’s going to be a really great show. Who knows? I may become addicted to it.
Ashlyn Taylour

Wretched Sunshine

Wretched Sunshine

This is already posted on my Wattpad account @AwKwardhoMeschooler, but I thought I’d post it here. I wrote it for a contest and although, I didn’t win, I made the short-list. Enjoy!

Everything, and I mean everything was in ruins. The school I’d known for so many years, stood there looking ugly as ever. With its broken windows, and graffiti covering every brick in sight, it just looked blah.

It smelled disgusting as well. Like I was at a bar with way too many people. Except there was nobody around me now. Covering my nose, I faintly heard the sound of shouting.

I headed towards the noise, frightened to see what I would find. Nothing could be worse then what I’d seen so far. I reached the back of the school and what met my eyes made me take back my previous thought. It could be worse, and it was.

Leather jackets, jeans that were hole-ier than Jesus, shorts shorter than a bikini, and way too tight shirts weren’t even the worse of it all. Cigarette butts littered every step I took. I even tripped on a few beer bottles.

What happened?

I scanned the crowd for my life-long friend Pierce Bennett. He’d be the only guy without a cigarette and his clothes wouldn’t be like everybody else’s either. He would never change who he was for somebody else. Pierce was amazing that way. He was always every bit himself, and expressed it whenever he got the chance. Impulsive yet loyal, Pierce was my best friend. I knew him better than I knew myself and we’d been inseparable for as long as I can remember.

“You’re not from here, are you?” I heard a husky masculine voice.

Looking around, I didn’t see anyone looking at me. Huh, I guessed whoever it was wasn’t talking to me.

I still couldn’t find Pierce. You’d think it’d be easy to notice him in this crowd. Where the heck is he? School should be starting in any minute now. I tapped my foot on the ground. He’d better be okay.

“Are you deaf?” It was that same voice. “Hello, I’m talking to you.” A hand waved in front of my face.

I spun around trying to find whoever was speaking to me. Deep sea green eyes looked back into mine impatiently.

BRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNGG!!! Ah, that’s the bell. Right on time. It sounds a bit different. More like a gong. The impossible became possible and the shouting got even louder. “Um… sorry, I didn’t see you.” I couldn’t get over this guy’s eyes. They were gorgeous.

“Okay, I guess I need to repeat myself.” His mouth moved. “You’re different. Why are you here? You obviously aren’t from this place.”

Ignoring his question, I asked my own. “What happened to the school? It’s usually a lot more… happy.”

Green eyes smirked at me as he spoke once again. “Life happened. I guess you’ve just been moving too slow for it. You need to catch up and stop lagging behind.”

“What the heck is that supposed to mean?” I was beyond confused.

“It means whatever you want it to mean. Now, how about we enjoy the show. Shall we?” Before I could protest, he grabbed my arm and roughly pulled me after him.

Through the drunk and crazy teenagers and right towards the center of this big mosh pit. When he finally stopped, I ran smack dab into his back.

“What was that for? I need to find my friend, so just let go of me!” I pulled my arm from his grasp.

Green eyes put a finger to his lips and used his other hand to point at something. I followed his finger, and nearly fainted at what I saw.

There was a black, painted circle on the concrete ground with a jagged line directly through the center. Two people were inside the circle, one on each side. It looked like they were about to fight.

But that wasn’t even the scary part. No, the reason for my almost black-out was the fact that the guy I’d been looking for all morning was in this circle. Pierce.

I was wrong. He did change. He was Pierce, but at the same time he wasn’t. The only feature that resembled the old Pierce was his face. Everything else screamed rebellious.

“And 3-2-1 fight!” A little man shouted.

All I saw before I closed my eyes was Pierce lunging for his opponent. I couldn’t watch this. I wouldn’t believe that’s Pierce. It couldn’t be.

I heard some hits and grunts. I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter. Then there was an ear-shattering scream and the sound of someone falling to the ground.

“Rebels and Rebelias, we have a winner! Pierce Bennett remains undefeated this year with a total of 34 wins. Take a step into the circle of death if you think you have a shot of beating him.”
Without even thinking, I took a few steps forward until I faced my best friend. My eyes dared him to speak.

He accepted the challenge. “Well won’t you look who it is? Little miss perfect Maia. How are you these days? Same as always, I see.” His eyes raked over my body. He reached my eyes again. “So you want to fight me huh? Well… this ought to be interesting.”

“No, I’m not going to fight you.” I scoffed, “As if. You wouldn’t even have a chance.”

He was quick to make a comeback. “You’re right. I wouldn’t have a chance. I wouldn’t have a chance to lose.”

“HA HA, you always were hilarious.” I continued, in a lower voice so only he could hear me. “What happened to you Pierce? I know you, you wouldn’t be acting like this for no reason. Are you okay?”

Pierce glared at me. “First off, you don’t know me, okay? And second, nothing happened to me. I just grew up. I guess you could say I matured. You on the other hand… well, obviously you’re having a bit of trouble with that.”

“What happened to best friends forever, Pierce?” I rose my voice. “All this time, have you just been pretending? Acting like you’re my friend, just to spite me. That’s low Pierce. That’s lower than low. I can’t believe you’d do that.”

“What can I say? I’m a professional.” He grinned. “Thank you for the compliments by the way! Now that I know for sure you’re disappointed, I can hurt you even more.”

“You’re sick. I know for a fact, that my best friend Pierce would never do such awful things.” Now I was the one staring daggers.

Pierce shrugged. “Such a shame that I’m not your best friend Pierce. And again, thank you for the – “

I cut him off “I’m done. Have a marvelous life Pierce, because I sure know that I will without you. Goodbye.” I turned around, looked at green eyes one last time, and then ran. Pushing through the crowd of curious onlookers, I held back the tears. Just a little bit farther till I could let it all out.

The moment I was off school property, I broke down. Tears whipped against my face as I continued running at full speed. Past my house, past Pierce’s house, I kept running and I didn’t stop even when I couldn’t feel my legs anymore.

Millions of emotions ran through me as I moved my legs back and forth. Anger over Pierce at the fact he wasn’t a true friend. Regret that I snapped at him. Even though I may not be his friend, and he had been lying to me all this time, he was still my best friend and I still cared for him no matter how hard I tried not to. I can’t just forget the guy I’d spent nearly all of my life with.

I was so confused. The school, Pierce, and even the other buildings and people I passed by were so dreary and dark. It was nearly the complete opposite of the usual. It’s almost as if I was in a different world.

Still running at full speed, I saw something way off in the distance coming towards me. But before it could reach me, I tripped on something, and fell to the ground, blacking out.
That’s when I woke up.

I was in my bedroom, laying on my bed. Getting up slowly, I wiped my wet eyes and looked out my window. The sun was shining brightly and everything was back to normal. My neighbor was walking their dog Romeo. I saw a few little kids giddily playing in a front yard.

I was dreaming. It was all a dream.

I was so relieved that everything was okay. I was okay. Pierce was my still best friend and he never lied to me about it.

Pierce! I needed to talk to him. I need to see him! I grabbed my phone and speed dialed. After only two rings, he answered. I heard his voice perfectly fine and well.

“Pierce, where are you?” I rushed out. I needed to see him in person.

“I’m at the diner working. Maia, is everything okay?” He asked worriedly.

“Now it is, everything’s great. I’ll see you in five.”

“Maia, what is going on? What do you mean you’ll –“

“I have to go. See you soon.” I’ve already started my car’s engine by the time I hung up.
I reached the diner in record time, due to my expert speeding skills. I glanced in my rear-view mirror to check my appearance before I headed inside, only to be met with unruly bed hair and a naked face. I headed towards the diner’s door anyways, reassured by the fact that Pierce has seen me worse off.

Walking inside, I tried to act as inconspicuous as possible.

“Maia! Over here!” Pierce shouted.

So much for that plan, I thought to myself. Now everyone was looking at me and my fabulous hair. Lovely.

Ignoring the unwanted stares, I looked over to Pierce. He was back to normal, I sighed. “Pierce, hi! I missed you so much!” I ran to him and wrapped my arms around his muscled torso.

Chuckling, Pierce replied, “I missed you too Maia. I missed you so much.” He kissed my hair still squeezing me tightly.

This was where I belonged. Here, in Pierce’s arms. In this world. For once, I was content with my life. I wouldn’t complain about my not-so-perfect life anymore. Honestly, my dream this morning helped me to realize something: That my life is not going to be perfect, everything is not ever going to be okay, and my world can change at any time. But that’s life. It’s rough. But that’s what makes it all the more fun. I’ll have to deal with what it throws my way. But I’m not alone in the struggle.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Pierce asked.

“I’m just so thankful for you Pierce. You’ve been by my side ever since my parents passed away and I love you so much. Thank you.” I released him from the hug, keeping my hands on his shoulders.

Smiling, Pierce bragged, “I know, I’m amazing.”

Laughing, I said “You really are.”

“I love you too Maia. And I could say the same to you. You’ve been by my side this whole time. Thank you so much. I love you.” Pierce grunted glancing to the right. “But I don’t know if you’ve noticed, my boss over there is glaring at me, so I think I should get back to work. Do you want to hang out tonight? Maybe watch a movie?”

“I’d love to. As long as you’re there, I’m in.” I just couldn’t keep this grin off my face.
“Great, see you later.” He pulled me in for another hug.

Walking out of the diner, I saw all the smiling people and their not-so-dark clothes. The way the sun was made it look like the buildings were sparkling. Everything was so bright and happy. Such a contrast to this morning.

I drove down the street till I saw my school. No more broken windows or graffiti. No more wretched smoke. Everything was just how I remembered it.

I’m thinking maybe I should turn this into a full-length story. What do you think?
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