Author: ava caroline

Hey my peeps!! Side note before I start ranting but is it just me or my mind goes completely blank when it comes to these things. Like trust, I have plenty to talk about, but when it comes time to write a blog I have no idea what to do. Sooooooo. Yeah. 

Now back to the topic I chose for this week, let me rant to you about my hair. If you haven’t noticed, I have curly hair, and this wad on my head is both a blessing and a darn curse. ‘Cause tell me why my hair decides to look glorious on my lazy days, but whenever there is an event I need it looking tame, it goes haywire. Like– Brother, what! 

Another point is the fact I’m the only one in my family with them. (And yes mine are real. I have had people ask– like my uncle. 🙄) So for most of my life I had no clue on how to treat them right. When I was little my mom would just sit me down and brush them out. Up until like the 7th grade I went everywhere with a big puff ball on my head. I will say, I am happy I never really straighten my hair, only like once a blue moon. Which I hate anyways because I look funky and my little baby curls stick up like nobody’s business. 

Now the thing with treating your curls right and living with people who only have straight hair, was that I didn’t have any guidance. I had to either go with the flow, experiment or watch a YouTube video. Fun fact: YouTube videos on how to wash, style and blow dry your hair is very boring to me. They weren’t just boring, they were also not helpful. Why? Because they had a different type of curl than I had, so what worked for them–didn’t work for me. Also I’m lazy and I don’t have the patience to twist every single curl on my head or sit down and diffuse my hair for 45 minutes to an hour. Cause boo that is sooooo boring, and don’t get me started with how expensive hair products are, like bruh. I did eventually find a routine that works for me by watching videos for tips and experimenting. (And I do love my hair, some days it’s just more difficult to love them than others) 

My last point of annoyance is finding someone who knows how to cut my hair. I only bring this up because I tried a new girl once since my normal lady was having a baby, and the new girl messed my hair up. She didn’t mess them up that bad and it was fine because it grew back, but for a while I had to go out with a bob. It wasn’t pretty. See I told the girl I wanted it to lay about mid boob (yes this was shorter than I had ever gone but not too short). So she happily agreed and got started. First she brushed my hair out (this was new to me but i trusted her), then cut my hair the length I wanted dry (i was like ok this is different), then she washed my hair, cut it again wet (at this point I knew it was going to be shorter than i asked so I fought my tears and said it’s ok. It’s only hair), and when it dried my curls sat on top of my shoulders. Y’all it was bad. I mean really bad. But hey it’s ok cause at least I didn’t cry in front of her. 

And yeah that’s the end of my hair journey right now, so I hope you liked it and thanks for reading. Peace and Love. 

Hey peeps!!!! I know we didn’t post last week, but I’m back with part 4 (I think). I really hope you like this series. If you don’t please tell me in the comments. No hate – I understand. 

A little recap !!Spoilers!!: Elijah and Uncle Riche are making up (sort of) and are heading to leave. Then we are brought over to another scene with new characters, the hind and some stranger watching cameras. The cameras show Elijah and Uncle Riche, and the man watching is like ‘bruh’ before signalling to a girl to bring him “the boy.” After that we are brought back to Elijah and his uncle and find out Autunm was one of the hinds. She is kinda manipulating Elijah then ‘for some reason’ she yells “now” while holding Elijah back, a gun sound rings out, and Elijah is hit with something. Yeah that I hope sums it up well. 

And here is part 4.

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Elijah glances backwards before a blinding pain plagues his chest and an overbearing BANG! clogs his ears. His attention is hooked to the blood that spills from the bullet hole in his uncle’s head. His knees turn limp as they try to collapse to his uncle’s side, but Autumn catches hold of him before the dirt can. She pulls a rag from her cloak and presses it hard on Elijah’s chest. 

“Ah!” He spits, the pressure making him draw sharp breaths between the pain. A gash now lives upon Elijah’s pecs, painting his body with vibrant reds as blood trickles out. Tears start to build in his eyes, falling one by one. “Please– let me hold him.”

“No.” Autumn replies. She passes him the rag before tugging on his collar to lead him away, yet Elijah isn’t ready to leave. He plants his feet down hard, stretching his shirt free and running back to Uncle Riche’s side. Dropping the towel, he gently hugs the still warm body, cradling it while salty tears mix with the deep puddle of red. 

“WHY?!” Elijah shouts mournfully with tears of anger and sorrow falling faster and faster until they turn into steady streams. “Why Did You Kill Him?! Why?!” He lowers his voice barely to soften the pain this chest releases with each breath. While still holding his uncle, he moves his right hand back to the pit of exposed flesh pressing for a sliver of relief. “You’re not my Autumn. What did you do to her? Answer Me! Why Is This Happen–” 

Elijah’s voice falls silent as the hind that shot Uncle Riche appears behind him slamming his pistol against his skull. 

“HEY! Was that really necessary?” Autumn asks, moving over to pry the now unconscious Elijah free. 

“You were taking too long. Let’s go.” A deep harsh voice replies, his shoulder colliding with Autumn’s.

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Minutes, hours, or maybe it’s a new day? Elijah doesn’t know, but once he wakes up the sting of white welcomes him back. Everything around him is padded white and the lights begin to gnaw on his eyes. Beep…Beep… Beep… screams inside his ears. Elijah looks down; he is sprawled upon a gurney, each limb restrained against the metal arms. Tubes flow from his veins, pumping him with clearish liquids. Elijah moves, straightening his body and making a hateful sensation flood his nerves. Gazing at the source he sees the gash that Uncle Riche gave him sewn together. 

Beneath the beeping of his monitor, a soft creak sings into the room followed by an authoritative voice saying, “Ah, so you’re finally awake, Elijah.”

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Ok thanks y’all and see you next week. Peace and Love!! (and i’m sorry this is so cringe and bad)

Welcome back my peeps!!! This is a continuation of last week’s blog so let’s just go ahead and jump into it. (Also the underlined bits are the characters thoughts, because on the blog it’s not as noticable as it is on a google doc.)  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As they face one another, both pairs of eyes searching the others for answers, the stranger’s confident grapes suddenly falters. 

“Elijah?” The stranger cries in disbelief. “No. You’re supposed to be at home. How did they find you?” He adds, thick panic layering each sentence. 

“Uncle Riche… where… is she?” Elijah pants out angrily. “Where. Is. Autumn?”

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Static cracks as the monitor pans to camera nine. A foreign set of eyes watches as the pixels on the screen paint the scene of Elijah being pinned down by Uncle Riche.

«Answer me!» Elijah’s voice breaks through. 

«Autumn?! Really? That’s who you are worried about right now?!» Uncle Riche’s distorted voice rings out next. The camera exploiting their private interaction as he dusts Elijah off, grabbing at his wrist. «Come on Elijah. We can talk later, but right now we need to go.»

The stranger sighs as he stares fixated into the blue lit screen. I thought you were different, Riche, but you’re just like your brother. The man signals for someone behind him. 

“Yes, sir?” A soft, innocent voice comes as a reply. 

“Bring me the boy.”

Without uttering another word, the soft spoken stranger leaves, returning the room to its silent static as the man watches from behind the cameras.  

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“NO!” Elijah stops, yanking his hand free. “I’m not leaving without her. Just tell me–” 

“Elijah! You don’t understand. It’s dangerous here. Please, for goodness sake get in the car, and I’ll explain everything.” Uncle Riche pleads with him, agitation dancing on his face, yet his words are laced with panic, urging Elijah out of the light and back into the safety of the black night. As the boys cross the barn yard, a beast-like figure dressed in gold and black blocks their path. 

Crap! They’re already here. Uncle Riche places himself between the two of them. “Elijah. Stay behind me.” He says cautiously moving the two of them backwards as the being slowly waltzes forwards. 

“What is that thing?” Elijah whispers. 

“That thing is called a ‘hind.’ They are dangerous people, El–” 

“Elijah.” A soft voice calls cutting Uncle Riche off. Elijah’s attention is immediately drawn from his uncle’s eyes to the lifeless eyes of the golden hind. 

Crap! Uncle Riche turns to face Elijah, grabbing ahold of his shoulders. “No. Elijah, look at me–”

But Elijah can’t pull his graze from the gold. Uncle Riche’s voice blurs into the background as the hind moves closer; its white gloved hands, reaching upwards to tug at its ears, pulling the golden head off. 

Elijah’s heart stops. “Autumn?!” He says, tears flooding his eyes, yet he holds them back. Autumn doesn’t respond, instead she opens her arms giggling as Elijah breaks free of his uncle’s safety, twirling her within his warm embrace. 

“I knew you were alive.” He says holding her closer than he ever had. “I just knew you– wait…” He pushes space between them, allowing the bitter air to kill any warmth that still lingered. “Why are you dressed like this?”

“What do you mean, silly?” Autumn tauntingly replies, pulling him close once more.

“Wait. Stop” He shoves away from her once more, this time looking for freedom not answers. As Elijah is turning to run, Autumn latches onto his wrist, yelling “NOW!” 

What? Elijah glances back before a blinding pain plagues his chest and an overbearing BANG! clogs his ears.  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ok thanks y’all and see you next week. Peace and Love!!

Hey y’all! Ok so, if you read my prose piece then hopefully you’ll like this blog, and if you didn’t read my prose piece then maybe you’ll want to after this? I don’t know. 

For those who didn’t read it, here is some background: There is this girl named Autumn who we find out in the beginning was missing, before breaking news informs everyone that Autumn is dead. Or is she? Detective Riche House is the lead officer on the case who also happens to be our main character, Elijah, his uncle. Now, Eljah has some sort of connection with Autumn, and when he hears that she is dead, he begins to spiral. However, that doesn’t last long before his attention is dragged first to the kitchen then to the front door. On the other side of his door is a hind, which I’ll explain later, and a box holding information about Autumn and his uncle who is planning to kill her. Or is he? 

Ok, so yeah. That is the beginning of the story and a snippet of my prose piece. I do plan on expanding on it because I went over word count and I wasn’t trying to get in trouble, so if you wanna read more of it, I might post it in the future for feedback but idk. Don’t hold me to it. 

BUT

I do want to give y’all a little background on the hind characters, and the inspo for them because they are key figures in Elijah’s story. 

First off, let me explain what a hind even is. Hind has many definitions; however, as a noun it refers to the traditionally used term in Britain and other parts of Europe to specifically talk about an adult female red deer. I know the general term that we all know which is doe, but doe isn’t intimidating enough for the story and it refers to all female deer. Another reason I chose hind was because of an important figure in the story, the Red Stag which if you couldn’t guess is the traditional name that refers to a male red deer. 

Now these characters aren’t actually animals. They are key figures in the religious cult that the story is centered around. The Red Stag is like the head honcho of the cult; who can talk to the “god” while the hinds (we only met one but there are 2) are the second in command under the Red Stag. Oh and the deer heads are like their mask if you couldn’t tell, which was actually inspired by the game studio called Rusty Lake. 

If you don’t know them, they’re a studio that produces escape room games called Cube Escapes. They’re really fun and most are free, so I would definitely check them out if you haven’t. I love them, and I love how all the games are connected. Sooooo, go check them out. Trust me it’s worth it.  

But anyway one of their characters, Mr. Deer inspired the deer head look; along with Hannibal, the 2013 series starring Mads Mikkelsen. Because in the show, Will Graham is continuously being haunted by this giant black stag and I really liked the idea so that’s why I chose to pick a stag in specific. I highly recommend this show!!!

Also if you haven’t connected the dots, I love the idea of masks. I love how they are a curse disguised as a blessing. I love the mysteries they contain and how they hide from the world. I also hate them because even though everyone has a mask they use, the mask begins to take. The longer you hide behind a mask the more you forget the person you truly want to be, and you’re shaped to be the person society thinks is acceptable. You know, we usually call people who use a mask fake or two faced, but lets be honest who hasn’t hid behind a mask? You may do it willingly or you might not. But honestly no human has ever lived life without acting like someone they’re not because society won’t let you. (If I’m wrong please correct me)

Wow sorry I drifted. And I don’t wanna make this too long so to sum up: hinds are female red deer. They are important to the cult run by the Red Stag (a male red deer). The hind was the creature pounding on Elijah’s door and gave him that present. But why would a religious cult want to warn Elijah about his uncle and Autumn? Strange. Makes you think doesn’t it?