Tag Archives: Writing

In the Darkest of the Night


My mind won’t let me rest

Can’t express it in the light

It’s ridiculous at best

But I write my thoughts at night

I pen the words I want

And they come the way I need

It’s harder than it looks

Writing something others read

I wish I wrote the same

No matter what the time

But things don’t work that way

i swear that I’ll be fine.

Sleep is overrated.

Something only children get

My mind becomes un-faded

i never will regret

All the hours spent awake

slaving over keyboard tiles

It’s worth it, every second.

to see my family’s smiles

and the looks on people’s faces

when they read something they like

I wrote it, I made it.

In the darkest of the night.


The World We Live In



The noise blocks all thought.







Too much, too much to bear.

I’ll explode if it doesn’t stop.

Everybody absorbed, looking different ways.

They aren’t aware of each other.

How does this happen?

Life is a series of who likes my words, and who doesn’t.

I don’t want to be one person’s opinion.

I want to be ME.

But that’s so hard today.

What if I’m not liked?

What if I’m just too different?

What would they say then?

Should I care?


No, I don’t care. I shouldn’t care.

I WILL NOT be one person’s opinion.


I will say what I need to say, and If you don’t like it, say something different.

Say something that is YOU.

And don’t judge somebody else’s ME.

We all have flaws.



And we all have gifts.



We are PEOPLE, for heaven’s sake.

Why is that so hard to understand in the world we live in?

What Would You Do For A Klondike Bar (Fiction)


The heat was blinding as I trekked farther and farther away from the safety of my vehicle. Why did I do this? Nobody in their right mind would subject themselves to the threats of this wilderness. I took another step, and another, my energy waning all too quickly. Sweat poured in buckets from my head, and I could feel my exposed arms and face crisping in the sunlight.
It must’ve been 150 degrees out here, and me without so much as a bottle of water to quench my ever-growing thirst. It felt like miles I walked, without seeing a single indication of life.
Walking, walking, walking. Too far I had gone, too far to go. Would I make it? My life flashed before my eyes. I saw invitations to birthdays, Christmases, and baptisms, most of which I hadn’t gone to. Had I been too distant in my life? If I died here in this desert, would anybody miss me? Did anybody need me? I didn’t know anymore.

I made peace with my God, and I was listing the things that I wanted forgiveness for when I saw it, two feet away from me. My savior. The door to safety, my way out of this torture.

Thanking God and making a promise to continue our little chat later, I gratefully took the remaining step through the door to my local Walmart.

My Sister Handed Herself Over To The NSA. (Facebook Is Out To Get Us)


Facebook. We all know the site. That blue-and-white interface. The instant messaging system that tells you who’s really offline and who’s just ignoring your message. The News Feed, giving you information about all of your friends’ days at a glance. Ah, the joys of waiting anxiously to see who will like your post or selfie, and wondering why that special He or She didn’t.

Now, don’t take what I’ve said so far or what I will say to mean that I don’t like Facebook. I actually do; generally speaking. It’s the main way I keep in touch with my friends and family across the country; so I won’t exactly riot Facebook Headquarters or anything. But I would like to say a few things about the “personal information gatherer” website.

Notice the term “Personal Information Gatherer”? Yeah. I meant that seriously. (Ish.) Do you have any idea how much we know about our friends and family that we probably shouldn’t? I’ll give you a hint: A lot. I’ll not get into details, but let me say this:

Did you EVER need to see that picture of your grandma in a swimsuit? Do you really care if your uncle got a new car…again? Do you REALLY want to see all of those tantalizing pictures of other people’s selfishly delicious dinners? (I mean, really! They’re starting to make me feel bad about my favorite cereal-for-dinner ritual!) And honestly girls, do you think anyone (besides your mom) REALLY cares about your 287th selfie?

They’re not TAKING the information from us, though. There is no fight. They simply ask politely, and we WILLINGLY tell them everything about us! Where we’re going for lunch, when we’re on vacation, when we have our next dentist appointment, etc. They make it look like fun, so even the strongest of us feel like we “have” to sign up, tell Facebook everywhere we’ve been, everywhere we plan to go, everything we’ve done and are going to do. We just let it all spill. We’ve told them dates, phone numbers, names, and don’t even get me STARTED on addresses, credit card information, and bank accounts.

It just plain doesn’t make sense.

But yet everybody loves it.

Even I fell under the spell. I heard all about how awesome it was, back when I was too young to be allowed to participate, and when I was 13 I jumped at the chance to create my very own Facebook and tell the world everything it never wanted to know about me.

It seemed like, for a while, my little sister was the only one of my family members who had any sense left in her. She didn’t see the point of her getting online just to tell people things they don’t care about. Even when she turned 13 and was allowed by our parents to get her own Facebook, she didn’t. She just didn’t want to share her personal life online.

She was the smart one.

But then one day, I logged on to see that I had a new friend request. From none other than-drum roll please- my little sister. She had, as she put it, “Given herself over to the NSA.” because “They already knew me from my family, how much more could I tell them?” And she had a point. Facebook’s magic had pulled many a tale and photograph about my sister out of me and my parents, into its database’s grasp.

Only one more kid to go, and then our whole family will be goners.

Talk to you guys later.



(Okay, so I don’t actually think my family members are goners or anything. I also don’t think that Facebook is really out to get us, per se. But you’ve gotta see a point in some of that. We do tend to give a bit too much information to websites like Facebook, Twitter, and the like. And sometimes you’ve got to stop and think when you’re about to post something to those websites: “Is this REALLY necessary? Do I need to tell this to everyone? How could this affect me in the long run?” Maybe in the future you’ll be glad you did. )

Who Am I? What Do I Want To Do?


I’ve just started this shiny new blog, and now a question faces me. One that it is imperative to answer to continue with creating my blog:

Who Am I?

Sometimes that can be a pretty hard question to answer. Now, in the literal sense, the question “Who am I?” Is pretty simple. I am Faith Thompson, homeschooled teen writer. Easy enough, right? But who am I inside?

When I was seven, I wrote my first “book”. I was SO proud of that 5 pieces of blue construction paper taped together with about 10 sentences and countless stick-figure pictures to illustrate. I titled it “Jermy’s Dog” (about Jeremy’s dog, of course.) and I showed it to everybody, telling them that I was going to get it published like my all of my favorite authors. Of course, I didn’t. But from then on, writing was my favorite thing, next to reading everything I could get my hands on. I wrote my first “real” chapter book at eleven, and I decided that I wanted to be a “professional writer”. Two years ago I discovered poetry. Though I am a far cry from a “real” poet, poetry has been my rock, the thing that I fall back on when I have nowhere else to turn in bad moments. I turn my bad days into beauty through writing, and that’s what I love about it.

So what happens when I try to put my stories, poems, essays, and my general thoughts on paper?

This blog is what happens. This is Faith…Literally. Welcome. Allow me to tell you what you can expect when reading my blog.

I want to accomplish, by writing publicly vs writing in private journal or something, a few things.

I want to:

  • Share my thoughts and writings with the world.
  • Hear other people’s opinions on the things of the world in general.
  • Learn to be a better writer.
  • Make some friends in the writing world.
  • Contribute my own ideas and writing techniques to the writing/blogging community
  • Just plain have fun writing! 😀

I’m really excited to learn everything I can about writing through the Blogging 101 course, and I hope that I can learn even more about writing, you, and me as time wears on and I continue with my blog.