Shit got real

He took me inside the mead hall and that's when shit got real. I remember walking into a museum a year before stepping into the past. This museum stuck out in my mind because they had miniature models of buildings from ancient civilizations across the world inside glass show cases. I remember staying there and ogling the aztec empire, nomadic tribes from the Great Plains, and these fancy little wooden buildings from Europe. My friends had wandered off and I remembered feeling as if I'd gotten...

28 September 2014, 05:14 PM
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A Sneaking Suspition

At first, I didn't really know what to think. I've never exactly been afraid of death and I couldn't really come up with a reason why somebody would go through the trouble of kidnapping me, and having me wake up in some forest (a far cry from my desert-like home). My brain was skipping through a ton of possibilities: Am I stuck in a dream?-nope this guy smells and bad. Is this a vision?-probably not, too long. Did I die? Was I kidnapped by Aliens? Did I step in a wormhole? Did I piss off som...

16 September 2014, 09:41 AM
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The Real Beginning

This is the real beginning of my story. Of how I became Ginger, or among my enemies, Scarlet the Rouge. This is how your average modern teen turned into a warrior queen nearly a thousand years ago because of some stupid move three months from now. So, I can't really tell you what actually travelling through time is like, I either passed out somewhere along the way or my brain blocked it out. All that I know is that when I next opened my eyes I was lying in the dirt in my pajamas with a total...

16 September 2014, 08:14 AM
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Warning

Now, I know what you're thinking: 1) I'm a big fat liar, 2) OMFG time-travel is sooo awesome you lucky ducky! 3)This should be interesting. If you're the first, then go ahead, keep reading the rest as fiction, or just click that confusing circle X thingy and leave. No one is stopping you; I'm not holding and axe to your neck. For the second one, no. Just shut up. Time-travel isn't some cool and easy thing you can do with ease in a totally conspicuous blue box. It's scary, it's confusing, and ...

16 September 2014, 08:07 AM
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Prelude to Ginger

Hard as it may be to believe (unless you're the atypical wonderfully unorthodox child of the Earth) my eight years ago hasn't happened yet, not until my eighteenth birthday three months from now after a run-in with a strange man in my yard in the middle of the starry night. I think you can officially call me a time-traveler at this point, but that's spoilers. Anyway, technically, in three months, the naive past me in Texas is going to hear a loud crashing sound in her yard. She is going to ge...

16 September 2014, 07:26 AM
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Intro

So, let's get started on this nice little soul soup. Eight years ago, my life took a left turn on No-Man's road and kept on going. Eight years ago, my name wasn't Ginger, I was on the cusp of graduating High School and I lived in good 'ol Texas. Eight years ago, I decided that life wasn't worth living if satisfaction couldn't bring the cat back...

16 September 2014, 07:18 AM
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My Name

Call me Ginger, Ginger Henge. I'm a wicked little vixen with a sore relationship with jinxes. Slip ups and day dreams are my thing, but mess with me, and fire is all you will ever know.

16 September 2014, 07:09 AM
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