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This is my Journaling blog!

And as such, I need to post pictures of my journal! So I shall show you how I journal and what my pages look like. I don't ever do this, so I'm new to this community, but I've been journaling since freshman year in high school. (over 8 years ago!)

This is my current personal journal. I try to write in it every day, but for a week or two, I didn't. Today I plan to write a lot, hopefully. 

The key to filling up a journal is to fill the pages with images and stickers! A journal will fill up faster. I usually don't ever fill up a journal because I get tired of writing in it. So this time around, I'm just going to jazz it up a bit. It's working so far. 

This is my spread for this last Tuesday. I've taken paint sample cards from Lowe's, and I'm going to write or stamp quotes on them, and then put them into my journal to kind of sum up how I feel for that day. I love this idea so far but I haven't made many cards yet.....

Stickers are a great way to bring life to a journal page! I found these at walmart for only 80 cents and they smell like bubblegum :)

And sometimes I'll just fill a page with something simple, like this. I love these skull stickers and I want to get more of them, but they're at Michael's, which means they're expensive. 

Hope you guys enjoyed this! I have many more journals I currently work in, so I might be doing more videos on them very soon! Watch out for that :)

TORTURED (the story I'm working on)

((CH.1))

"Argh!" Thomas cried out as the whip snapped at his back again.

"Tell us where she is, and the pain will cease boy." the hooded man grumbled near his ear, forcing his rancid breath in his face. He was trying to lure him into giving in.

"You're never touchiing my sister!" Thomas yelled, wriggling in his holds. He dangled from chains bolted to the ceiling, swinging back and forth. The room was semi-dark, and for a moment he couldn't see his torturer. His breathing was heavy. He couldn't take much more of this.

Just then, as Thomas stopped spinning, the door opened behind him, filling the room with light. Yhe hooded man lowered his whip and stepped back as someone entered the room.

"Anything, Jonas?" the mans asked calmly.

"No sir." Jonas replied, looking timidly at the ground.

"Well, we'll get it out of him sooner or later. You are dismissed." at those words, Jonas quickly marched out of the room, closing the door behind him.

For a moment Thomas just dangled there, feelling the blood drip down his back. Then he heard slow footsteps as the new man came to face him.

"We're getting Elizabeth, one way or another." the man snarled, so close to Thomas' face that he knew he had been drinking wine.

"Don't -" Thomas struggled again, "you touch her, you foull monster!"

"You should respect me, peasant!" the man was starting to get angry. Thomas smiled wearily, swinging again.

"Never, you fucking bastard!" Thomas yelled with all his strength. He would be defiant to the end, no matter what it took. He had to preotect Liz. If they did something to her, she would lose control, and they would all have to suffer.

The man unsheathed his sword, which was glowing bright red. "Bow down to me, boy!" Just then, he cut Thomas' chains. Thomas fell hard to his knees on the stone floor, letting out a grunt of pain. The top of his body was tight- he must have been hanging there for hours. He tried to sit up and stretch, but was kicked hard in the back, making him fall foward.

"You will never get respect from me." Thomas said in a low, harsh voice. He
didn't move, because his hands were still bound, and his face felt good on the cool hard
floor.

"Back to you." the man answered. "Gaurds!" he called, and the room filled with light again. Two sets of heavy footsteps stopped right behind Thomas. He couldn't move, he was too exhausted.

"Yes master?" a low voice grumbled. So, this guy was in charge. All he had to do was figure out his name.

"Take him to the cells." the man said, kicking Thomas in the side one final time.

He moaned, but the gaurds didn't seem to care as they yanked him to his feet, sending the room spinning. Thomas almost fell back down, and the rough prod in his back didn't help. His vision started getting dark at the edges as he stumbled foward, but he was determined to stay strong.

The light momentarily blinded him as he walked our of the dark room. Before
arriving in this hell hole, there had been an attack on his village. Men, soldiers, on horseback had set all of the houses on fire, stolen food and captured people. Elizabeth had run away safely, of that Thomas ahd made sure. But unluckily, he had been captured for questioning.

So as he walked, Thomas was careful to observe his surroundings. They were
outside, walking down a dirt toad flocked with commoners. Ther were in an unfamiliar
village. The sun was setting, the air growing colder. Thmas shivered; he only had light pants on.

No one paid attention to the large gaurds as they passed through a local
market. He searched the people's faces, somdering, hoping that someone fmiliar was
among them. He saw no one, and the only person that caught his eye was a girl his age. She stared as he walked by, and for a moment Thomas thought she looked sorry for him. Her eyes so sad and concerned...

"I haven't done anything, I swear!"

Thomas looked ahead of him to see a middle aged man being pulled by two
more gaurds, headed for where he had just come from. The man was short and round, his
hair everywhere. His eye were red and large with fear as he struggled in their grip. To their surprise, and Thomas', he slipped free.

"Go go go!" Thomas cheered him on as the man pumped, his short legs flying.
He didn't get far, though. One of his gaurds was on him in seconds, tackling the poor guy to the ground. A cloud of dust rose as they struggled, making it hard to see. Thomas lurched foward, wanting to go help the stranger, but was tripped and fell to the ground.

"Don't even try it." the bigger of his gaurds warned, then kicked him in the side. "Get up."

Thomas reluctantly obliged, holding his bruised side. As he walked, he saw the man slowly get up, blood dripping from his nosssse. They made eye contactas Thomas passed, and he hoped he wouldn't get hurt too badly.

Shortly afterwards, Thomas was led into a building with a large, open room. A tall, slim man sat at the table, filling out papers with a balck feather. Thomas noted that he wore a star on his chest. Without even looking up, the man grabbed a key from a hook on the wall behind him, and tossed them.

Before Thomas could dodge, a hand appeared in from of his face, cathching the
keys with ease. They continued down to walk down a long, narrow hall with torches on
either side, few and far between. None of them said a word, the only sound coming from what Thomas guessed was his destination. They entered another room, smaller than the last, with eight cells on opposite walls. The sound, he realized, was a woman singing softly. Thomas looked around, but couldn't find her before he was shoved into a cell. At the sound of of the heavy metal door slamming shut, the singing stopped.

Thomas stood there for a moment, anfer and confusion earing at him. He forced
himself to remain calm though, because he noticed a young woman in the cell with him.
There was a little light from a nearby torch, and he saw her bright eyes first. She srared up at him calmly, simply watching him. Her blonde hair was messy, her face convered in dirt. Her clothes were ragged and her lips were chapped, yet she smiled up at him, saying nothing. He slowly sat down against the wall opposite her, not knowing what to do or expect.

After a moment or two of silence, the singing started again. It seemed to fill the room, and it took him a minute to realize that it came from the woman right in front of him. He looked at her and saw that her eyes were closed. Beginning to feel tired, he did the same. Soom he was lost in her sweet, soothing melodies. She sang in a different language, but all the same it seemed to lift his spirits. For just a moment the panic ceased to exist. and he was content.

As his mind drifted, curiousity struck Thomas. Who was this woman? He
opened his eyes and watched her rock slowy side to side in rythm with the music. He
didn't want to disturb her singing; even watching her seemed wrong. So he closed his
eyes, and exhaustion washed over him. His head felt heavy, so he rested it against the hard, cool wall behind him. Soom, th music slowly faded as Thomas fell asleep.

Intro

I'm a person who writes. That is all. I will be posting stories and poems on here if you want to read and comment.