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Luka’s 2018 Year-End Round-Up

Luka’s 2018 Year-End Round-Up

I did my best! Or, at least, I tried to do my best.

Geez, I didn’t realize just how quickly 2018 has went. So much has happened this year, both good and bad, but that’s just how life is. Okay, that all I’m gonna do for the boring philosophy for this post. Time to move onto the better stuff!

Just the other day I was looking at all of the stuff I wrote across this entire year, and I’m actually surprised by how many things I managed to share with the world. So many various dark and murder scenes, stupid lines that made me fall on my ass and laugh, and even a few things that made me tense up and cringe about what was happening. There were so many stories where I had a page or two of decent writing done that I never finished, but left on the back burner just in case I ever got around to finishing it (I didn’t.) And then there were numerous pages where only one line was written, and I had no memory whatsoever about why I wrote that. All those hours of me staring at a blank page or a blank screen just waiting for an idea to come eventually turned into the dozens of stories I’ve written this year. And I’m actually pretty proud of myself. I honestly thought I would give up on everything by this year was over, but I fought that fear and kept pushing on. And I’ll keep on pushing straight through 2019!

The more I wrote this year, the more I began to understand what I truly enjoy writing the most, what’s the hardest thing for me to try and write, and what I need to improve on to make my writing better. As it may be a bit obvious to see, I’ve been writing a lot of horror stuff of various kinds, mostly ending with some kind of character death or gruesome scene. I’ve also been writing a lot of stories where there’s a villain who completely decimates the hero or some innocent soul caught in the crossfire. And honestly, I really, really like stories like those. So heads up for next year: get ready to see some horrific and bloody villains and anti-heroes!

Alright, enough about the good parts of me. Time to focus on you, the readers who’ve been reading my stuff! You have no idea how much I’m grateful and how much I appreciate each and every single person who visits my site and read my works. When I first started out writing in high school I never showed anybody my stories—I wrote for fun. Now, just a couple of years later, I got people who want to see my stuff. Now I’m writing for fun for myself and for others. I never imagined that I would start a website just for that. And it’s all because of all you wonderful people who remember my website or keep up with what I post on social media, and I love all of you because of it. When I first started the website, I assumed that the only people who would see my site would be people in the United State, the same country where I live. But as time went on people from the United Kingdom, France, Germany, Japan, India, Scotland, Russia, and dozens of other countries that I could list (but won’t because that list would be too damn long) started reading my works, and I was surprised as hell. There are people from literally all over the world to keep up with my stuff, and it just brings a giant smile to my face. I can’t thank you guys enough for it.

I’m sorry for the lack of posting in December. My jobs was in the holiday rush and I was burnt out every day, so I was just trying to rest whenever I can. But don’t worry. It’s almost over and I’ll be back to normal in just one more week. So prepare for more stories again!

I’m terrible at closing articles, I’m just gonna leave you guy with this.

Thank you every person who reads my stories, Happy Holidays and Happy New Year, and I’ll see you all in 2019!

Snow Negotiations

“Daddy, I don’t wanna go outside.”

Shena stands right in front of the door, throwing a tantrum. She put on her winter clothes, grabbed her jacket, and was ready to leave out that door. She even sat down to put on her snow boots, and now she says she doesn’t want to go out.

I lean down on one knee so I can get down to eye level with her, “Shena, you said you wanted to go play in the snow. Now you don’t want to?”


“Why don’t you want to go outside?”

“Because I don’t wanna go outside!”

But she was the one who wanted to go outside in the first place… I swear, I don’t understand this kid sometimes.

Acknowledging the situation now, I let out a sigh, drop my head forward, and gently pat my daughter on the head. I take a moment to collect my thoughts before beginning negotiations with this little girl, “We can’t have you cooped up here all day. The snow isn’t high at all and it’s fun to play it. Let’s just go out for a little while to go place, okay?”

She folds her little arms and turns her back to me, shouting out “NO!”

Time to pull out my game changer tactic.

“I’ll give you chocolate milk when we come back into the house.”

Shena instantly turns back around and gives me the most serious face her seven year old face could possibly make, “How much?”

“One mug worth.”

“Two. And I want a vanilla creme cookie to dunk with it.”

“One mug and one cookie. And I’ll throw in a few mini marshmallows in the milk.”

She squints and I squint back at her. She points at me and I point back: our negotiations are reaching its end. I slowly extend my hand out, “So? We got a deal?”

“Don’t go back on your word, ‘Mister.’”

We shake and our agreement is sealed. All that’s left is to put everything into motion and endure the snow. I unlock the front door and slowly open it, giving way to a pure white scenery on our front lawn.

Everything from the curb of the street right up to the bottom of the small three steps that lead into the house is covered in fresh, untouched snow; it looks like somebody put a new silk blanket across the world.

Shena takes a deep breath and clenches her fists, taking the first ground-breaking step into our winter wonderland. She stops for a moment and turns back to me.


“What is it?”

“I’m done playing outside. I’m ready for cocoa milk now.”

“All you did was take a step outside!”

“Yeah, my foot had fun taking that step in the snow and I’m ready to go back inside.”

She turns right back around and walks past me into the house as if nothing happened, which nothing did happen. Taking just one step outside doesn’t count as playtime. And I know how to make sure everything goes my way.

“This doesn’t count as playtime. If you sit on that couch, you won’t get any chocolate milk and cookies.”

As soon as I finish that sentence, Shena comes sprinting out of the house and jumps face first into our snowy lawn. Next thing you know, she’s making snow angels like there’s no tomorrow all across the lawn, yelling out Christmas carols and songs during the entire thing.


Now that’s playtime.

Laughter fills my lungs I try to catch my breath as I watch Shena rushing her body to try and have fun just for chocolate milk. But I did say that both of us would play, so I run back into the house to grab my coat before I join her in the snow angel madness.