A First Impression

They say a First post is a First Impression. But what do I want you to think this blog is? What Impression do I want you to be under?

The question remains unanswered. Do I want to post consistently? Do I want a thousand followers? Do I want constant comments? Do I desire to review books to the point of obsession? 

I ask of none of these things. They are nice luxuries for a blog, but I don’t require you to like constantly or comment 10 times a day. I only ask that you enjoy the atmosphere of this blog and read the posts. 

I am EmeraldPhoenix, a nine year old girl who lives in Texas with my siblings (one is a dog) and my parents. I hope to become an author someday. 

Feel free to leave a comment below! 

If you like this blog, you might also like my other doll blog, American Girl World

For the first time,

Taco ‘Bout it Tuesday #4: Editing and How Horrible it is



I’ve been missing like three weeks of taco tuesday??

Like I’ve been on vacation and stuff plus I’ve just kept forgetting it’s Taco bout it Tuesday so please, please forgive me?

Well anyway…

Happy Tuesday, dear Realmers! Today’s taco bout it Tuesday is…


So let’s get on with the discussion shall we? 🙂

Continue reading “Taco ‘Bout it Tuesday #4: Editing and How Horrible it is”

I Wrote A Novel?! | #Snippets!


Camp NaNoWriMo YWP 2017.

Which I……


I actually finished something!






Title: On the Wrong Side of the Bed

Total Word Count: 16147


Emryn Mathews is just a regular girl, as far as she knows. But when she receives an anonymous birthday present, everything changes. Emryn is sucked in to a crazy fantasy  world where unicorns are considered ‘normal,’ and magic is used in just about everything.

In order to get home, Emryn and her new friends must embark on a dangerous quest to find the Silver Stone and go back home. But someone is sabatogig their mission. Can they get to the top before it’s to late?

And I know that the very bad blurb is leaving you hanging in suspense, not so I’ll give you…
































Chapter 7: The Huntress

Emryn awoke in some sort of tent. Her arm was throbbing with pain. She had a horrible headache and was slightly nauseous.

She tried to sit up in the cot she had been laying on, but she immediately felt dizzy and feverish.

“Lay down,” a voice said.

It was a girl’s voice. It was warm and welcoming. The kind of voice that made you think of warm milk and a butter-covered pastry. Emryn immediately obeyed.

“Who are you? Where am I?” it took all her strength to form those words. The sound they had made sounded like it had come from a stranger. It was weak and scratchy and spoke in a  whisper.

“I don’t reveal my identity to strangers. For now you will know me as Kristina Kishalansky. I’m afraid I can’t tell you the exact location, but I can tell you you are at the R.S. base camp.”

“R.S.? What does that stand for?” She asked Kristina Kishalansky.

“Right Side,” She explained. “My father is of high authority in the R.S. military. ( you which level he is though. Security reasons.”) he got me a job here as a protector of the border of base. It’s kind of lousy. I only get fight Bierahs and rogue pixies.”

“That doesn’t seem lousy,” she told Kristina Kishalansky. “It seems frightening.”

‘Well, maybe for peasant like you,” she said. “but I’ve had this job my whole life. Nothing interesting ever happens when you’re border patrol for the world’s most pathetic base camp. I want to be a Right Side Soldier! I want to fight for my Side!”

“Why won’t tey let you in? Are you not good enough?”

Kristina looked offended. She quickly loaded her bow, took a millisecond to aim, and landed her target perfectly.

“Okay, not that. Why then?”

“Because I’m a girl,” she said angrily, firing at her target. She channeled her anger in to the force of the pull. The arrow split the previous one Robin-Hood-style.

“That stinks,” Emryn said, growing weaker with every word. Just one more question would be all she could muster.

After some careful consideration, Emryn decided to ask: “How did I get here?”

“As I told you, I am a part of the border patrol team for this R.S. base. Creatures like Beirahs, (scaly monsters with venomous fangs) have decided to work for the Left side. When they sense a Right Sider, they’ll attack.

“You were walking extremely close to base, where the Beirahs and most of the Left Side creatures mainly dwell. A Bierah attacked you. Thankfully, it was just a calf, so you’re just sick. A fully-grown one could’ve been fatal.

“Since you weren’t dead and where obviously a Right Sider, I took you here.”

It was a lot to take in.

“I’ll tend to your wounds, help you feel better, let you stay here and defend you on one condition: you help me get in to the Right Side army.”

Emryn had absolutely no idea how to get Kristina in to the army. But shelter and protection sounded really good to Emryn right now.

She nodded her head, and then passed out again.

Aaaand…. Snippet No. 2!!!

(In a previous chapter, Kristina revealed her identity as Amor.)

While the battle between the Right and Left Side Soldiers raged on back at base camp, Emryn and Amor had fled, Emryn tenderly carrying the unicorn and stroking it’s mane the whole time. The reason she had rescued it? Emryn didn’t know; the way the unicorn had just seemed so. . .so familiar had given Emryn a strange need to save it.

Then hit her.

The unicorn was the same one from the poster at her birthday party.

When Amor and Emryn had gotten to the point where they needn’t worry about the Left Side Soldiers catching up to them, they had slowed to a walk and Amor had told her the reason that the Left Side Soldiers had shot it was because it was one of the most magical and powerful Right Side creatures. . . an animal that powerful could definitely appear in the poster at her birthday party. But what did the wink mean?

Maybe she could ask it when it woke up.



“Do unicorns talk?”

“Um, of course they do.” She looked at Emryn like she had just asked her if birds flew. “Why?”

“Well, I know this sounds crazy, but,” Emryn spilled the whole story. About the party. About the winking About the mirror. About Jeff. About the quest. About the dream.

“Wow,” Amor said, unsure what to say. “Sounds like quite a story.”

“Can you help me? I know that wasn’t part pf our deal, but–”

“Are you kidding? Of course I will! We’re friends now, right?”

Emryn was a bit shocked that Amor had called her her friend. She hesitated for a split second before she replied, “Right.”

They linked hands and walked in silence for a few minutes before Emryn finally decided to ask, “Why did you use an alias? I don’t think it was security reasons.”

“Well,” Amor hesitated, then took a deep breath and said, “Remember how I told you  that my father was of high authority in the R.S.? Well, he’s not.”

“What is he, then?”


“i’m sorry,” Emryn said.

“Don’t be sorry,” Amor said, though Emryn saw her wipe away a tear.

“What happened to him?” Emryn asked, ho[ping she wasn’t making things worse.

“Murdered. By the Dark Lord himself. My mom died of childbirth. I am an orphan. The base took me in because they felt sorry for em, not because my father got me in. Border patrol is the job they give to pathetic little babies with nowhere to go, nothing else to lose. They let girls in the R.S. military, just not pathetic little babies. Like me.”

“I can’t believe. .  . I just assumed. .  .” Emryn stuttered before she added, “And you’re not a pathetic little baby. You’re a spectacular warrior! I saw the way you fought those Left Siders. I can’t even work this thing,” Emryn pointed to her bow ad arrows. which she was holding upside down.

“But you can work a Tracker. You’re magic is much better then mine, even though you just found out you had powers.”

“Amor, I haven’t even seen you use your magic. And I’m sure it is [insert term fro much better] than mine.”

“But I can’t knock someone out like you did.”

“Less of the I can’ts. More of the I cans.”

“When did you get so sappy?” Amor joked, though Emryn could tell that the pick-me-up had helped. “C’mon, we have a mountain to reach the top of!”

And one more cuz I spoil you marshmallows. 🙂

“It’s getting dark,” Amor said. “we need a place to stay.”

“Oh look, a hotel, right in the middle of the wilderness,” She said sarcastically. “What a coincidence.”

Amor glared at her. “That wasn’t funny. It didn’t even make any sense.”

“Well, we need somewhere to spend the night. And somewhere to tend to this unicorn.  It’s stirring a little bit. Plus, my arms are getting tired.”

“Wait, I have an idea,” Amor said. “The ouse where. . .where my father and I used to live is in a few miles. We could stay there. Plus, I think there might be some supplies in there, for you’re unicorn.”

“Thanks Amor. You’re the best.”

“I know,” Amor joked.

Are you excited to learn more about the novel? If you saw it in a store, would you read it? Do you think I  should self-publish it, after YOU Beta-read?


Taco Bout it Tuesday (Wendsday?) #2: Why Historical Fictions are so Stinkin’ Time Consuming

So sorry., I completely forgot about Taco Bout It Tuesday.. Fourth of July is extremely time consuming. 😊 Today is…

Why Historical Fictions are so Time Consuming!

The reason it is so time spconsuming is all that reasearch! This taco bout it Tuesday is all about reasearch, and how to do it!

First, I will be sharing some of my favorite research recourses.


  NOTE: While searching online, inappropriate words or images may come up. Turn the ‘Safe Search’ to strict and have an adult with you at all times while browsing the internet.                     




Honestly, whenever I need to know what a Whirlgig is or when I need to know popular names for German girls in the 1900s, I turn to google. It’s you just type in a few keywords, and it will give you many different tabs to browse those keywords: all, images, videos, shopping, personal, flights, and so much more. There are so many articles out there that google can connect to you. If you are writing a historical fiction, you can just type in your era and have millions of search results relating to it.




Guys, the library is the best place to go. I mean it’s got books on how to write a book. #awesome just ask a librarian and they’ll willingly show you history books, biographies, anything you can  imagine.




I like bing because it’s personal, and customizable. Sometimes it’ll even play music! Here I typed in ‘1700s’ into bing.

It shows you timelines, images, and definitions, perfect for using in your historical Fictions. 



When writing a Historical Fiction, pick a time period first and do some reasearch with one of the resources listed above (by typing in the era). Then you can build your characters and plot on the events that happened in that time period.



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Taco Cabana!



Today’s taco tag goes to….






















Rebcake! She posted about it here. Congratulations, Rebcake! If you would like bonus entries, share about it on social media, tell your friends about it, and let me know that you did in the comments! Now you can answer these questions on your blog:

  1. What is your favorite part of taco Tuesday?
  2. What would you like to see in Taco Tuesday?
  3. What is your favorite taco place?
  4. If you won the giveaway, which taco place would you want your $30 gift card to go to?
  5.  Have you enjoyed taco Tuesday?

Thanks for reading!

Taco Bout It Tuesday #1!!

Eeek! It’s here! Welcome everyone, to The First Edition of Taco Tuesday: First Person vs. Thirds  Person!

First, Let’s Start With the Supercalifragilisticexpislidociously Awesome Third Person!

Well, maybe we should start with FIRST person. I mean, it says first, right?

First Person: Right you are, Emmie, I said.

Me: Waiiiiittt. What about secound person?

Third Person: Is that even a real thing?, she thought. 

First Person: think there is another one where the story is addressed to YOU.

Third Person: Well, vs only can have two people, she said.

Me: Ummm okey dokey. So who’s going First?

First Person: MeMeMeI’m first person, after all.

Me: okay then. Let’s get started! 

First Person: We already started. 

Me: Whatevah. 


First Person 

The Pros:

  • Ultimately used in Diary-Formatted novels. 
  • Helps add humor and interest to tHe story.
  • Helps the reader see the story through ‘I’s’ eyes. 
  • mostly paired with the present Tense.

The Cons:

  • It’s not as awesome as third.
  •  Everything you talk about in the story must be from the outlook of the character. (E.g. If you are telling the story through a grumpy character, then your whole narritation will be uber negative.)
  • Everything must be noticed by the character. (E.g. If you say ‘When I wasn’t looking,…’ it will make zero sense. Questions will zip through the reader’s mind. How does he/she know what is happening when he/she is not looking? Does he/she have eyes on the back of his/her head?)
  • We like to stay positive here at The Realm of Writing, so it’s time to ✋ with the cons. 


The Amazing Third Person

The Pros:

  • It is genuinely easier to write prologues and epilogues with.
  • Adds a tone of mysteriousness and fantasy.
  • Commonly paired with the past Tense.
  • Adds sort of a narrator character. 
  • Wideley used in poems.
  • The oldest persective. 
  • The Bible is in this perspective.

The Cons:

  • Sort of serious and not very humorous. Well duh it’s not I said it was serious
  • Cannot be used in the diary format. 
  • Man it’s hard finding bad things about third


The Ultimatley Ultimate Showdown

First Person:

I grasp for the next rock. My hands are sore and scraped. My lungs are going to burst. I fumble around blindly for a tree root that might happen to be growing out of the cliff at arms reach. I see a thick branch poking out of the side of the cliff. Perfect, I think as I reach out to grab the root.

 My am slips and suddenly I am plummeting down the side of a 200 ft cliff to my doom.

Third Person

She grasps for the next rock. Her hands are sore and scraped. Her lungs feel like they are going to burst. She fumbles around blindly for a tree root that might happen to be growing out of the cliff at arms reach. She sees a thick branch poking out of the side of the cliff. Perfect, she thinks as she reaches out to grab the root. 

Her arm slips and suddenly Lavender is plummeting down the side of a 200 ft cliff to her doom.

Who won? Leave a comment below with your vote! Because I’m to lazy to make a playbuzz


Taco Song of The Week

It’s raining tacos 10H version 


Taco Tag

 Since today is the first Taco Tuesday, the taco tag won’t go to anybody.. yet.in order to get tagged, you must post about this series and leave a link to this blog. Comment with the To your link to your taco post to win! When you win, you get to answer the Taco tag questions… which will be posted next Tuesday mwahaha 


Today’s Taco Place

Torchy’s Tacos!
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I May or May Not Be Discontinuing 101 Writing Prompts and Starting a Million Other Things #Longestitleever

Like my featured image? XD
It’s true. The title is not a joke. 

I am actually going to demolish destroy murder discontinue 101 Writing Prompts. 

I’m not doing it randomly, I’ll give you 10 reasons:

  1. They were really bad
  2. Like really bad
  3. And not very professional 
  4. And messy
  5. And weird
  6. They were very boring and time consuming
  7. Because
  8. Because 
  9. Because 
  10. Because 

“We’re doomed forever! Phoenix, what on earth will we do without your horribly corny writing prompts?” You might say.

Well, we’re moving on.

But we’re not JUST moving on. We’re moving on to something bigger.

Correction: We’re moving on to somethings that are bigger.


Official Image Coming Soon. (That sounds like a movie trailer XD)

Taco ‘Bout It Tuesday!


A crazy, writing themed, very taco-ish discussion series in which I get to rant about how much I despise certain writing styles and tell you about the awesomeness of Past Tense. And I get to talk about my fav Taco Places!!! 🌮 I can’t even.

Each Taco ‘Bout It Tuesday post will have its own topic.

           #1: Past Tense vs. Present Tense

           #2: First Person vs. Third Person 

           #3: The Difference Between Fantasy and Sci-Fi

           #4. Why Historical Fictions Are So Stinkin’ Time Consuming 

           #5. Editing and How Horrible it is 

      Please keep in mind that these are draft titles and may change when actually posted.


Umm, hello? This thing involves tacos so yes you should be excited.

You’ll get awesome writing tips AND you get knowledge on the best taco places #justforfun


Not tomorrow Tuesday, But next week Tuesday. 


My FIRST STORY SERIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m very excited! (hence the exclamation points)


A supercool novelette, of which I will post chapters. There is no official posting schedule. 




Sometime in July. 

Well that’s that! Do you miss 101 Writing Prompts? Are you excited for the other things? Leave a comment below!


A Writing Prompt to Tide You Over

As I mentioned in this post, I will be going on a week long hiatus because I’m going to summer camp. I’m really excited! Well, I have a prompt for you, so, yeah. 

“I didn’t do it!” I scream. “I’m innocent!”

  1. Make this happen in an alternate world. 
  2. Make this quote the beginning of your story. 
  3. Have ‘I’ be a small child. 

Don’t forget to put your answers in the comments below!

Dreams in the Golden Country, My First Book Reveiw!

 Title: Dreams in the golden country, the Diary of Zipporah Feldman, a Jewish immigrant girl


          March 11, 1904 

I forgot to tell you that yesterday Boris said to me, “Well, Zippy, maybe some play is coming up will need children and you can audition.” I said, “From your mouth to God’s ears, Boris!” Now I can think of nothing else. I told Miriam last night in my bed my secret dreams of wanting to become an actress. She squeezed my hand. It was a squeeze that seemed to say we both have secret dreams, mine the theater and hers love. The she said, “What is it about this country that makes one  dream such big dreams?” I yawned sleepily and said, yes, I knew what she meant, and look at Tovah with her union dreams. There is something in the air here in America that does this to people. 

Author: Kathryn Lasky 

Rating: 3.5 stars 

Comments: I loved the story and Zipporah was so cute! It was very interesting to see America from the eye of an immigrant. I do wish that the author would explain the Jewish customs a little better, though. However, I did not really like Kathryn’s style of writing. I found a few grammar mistakes, too. Otherwise, I think it was a very good book, although the plot wasn’t very clear. 

Two New Writing Prompts

Sorry I didn’t post yesterday! I was super duper busy. But, I did go to Half Price Bookstore with my friend for our book club, Books and Brains, so I’ll be doing my first reveiw pretty soon!

Well, since I didn’t post yesterday, I’m going to have to do two writing prompts. Which are both pretty lousy.

Write a short story starring this adorable pooch.

  1. Make the story happen from the dog’s point of veiw. 
  2. Make the dog a detective. 
  3. Give the dog the ability to talk.

Write a short about a war between Cloud City and Stormville. 

  1. Make your MC a girl who wants to fight but is to young. 
  2. If you are allowed to, make it about a love story between a girl and a boy. The boy lives in Cloud City but the girl lives in Stormville and they might have to break up because of the war.
  3. Make this happpen back n time.

Hope you enjoyed these Prompts! I’d love to see your answers in the comments below!