Monday, December 17, 2012
And the lucky winner of the Surprise Giveaway is....
Congrats, Emma! I'll just give you the notebook next time I see you (since I know you, plus it saves shipping, ha ha).
See you later, Emma of Tin Lane!
Cheerio and Merry Christmas to all!
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
How to enter:
To enter, you must comment about your favorite book. Just one, please!
To enter TWICE:
If you want to enter in again, write a review on your blog about your favorite book. It can be however short or long as you want it; five sentences to a page, etc. Then comment and tell me that you've written a review and you'll have your name entered again.Or, comment your email. The comment had to run by me first before it gets published, but I respect you privacy and won't post your email. I'll email you back to say I've recieved it then you'll email me your review and you'll be entered in again.
How it works:
I'm going to enter in your name once or twice, depending on whether or not you write a review. I will then put your names into a bowl and mix it up extremely well. I promise you, it will be mixed well because I'm sure that Sam and Emmy will help me shake it all up.
ThenI'm going to have my sister Emily choose any piece of paper she would like, and ta da! instant winner.
Saturday, December 1, 2012
Just 17 more days until the giveaway ends! If you haven't participated and you want to, scroll down to Surprise Giveaway! and you can read about it there.
I have three people entered; Lilly F., Savannah F., and Sarah D.
If you want to UN-participate, tell me.
I am SO glad that I was able to upload the pictures of the notebook. I hope you like it!
P.S. Petals, flowers, leaves, and grass not included with notebook. Thank you.
Today ALSO marks Anne Elisabeth's Christmas read-along, with a free copy of her book HEARTLESS to download onto Kindle or other e-book things.
Go to her website IF YOU HAVE or HAVE READ her book Heartless.
OH. MY. GOODNESS.
I cannot believe that I forgot about Thursday's story! I reminded myself about it on Wednesday, and didn't remember it until this morning! I am sorry, I am so sorry! I'll post it tomorrow, promise.
Cheerio, and Merry Christmas y'all!
Sunday, November 25, 2012
I'm SOO glad it's Christmas. I have most of my Christmas shopping done. What about you?
Oh, hey, so I realized that quite a lot of y'all don't have blogs, do you? So about that Surprise Giveaway, how I said you could enter twice if you wrote a review on your blog? Well, I changed it up a little, so that way you could write a review and send it to me using email so that way you can enter twice even if you don't have a blog. How does that sound?
I won't post my email unless some of you want to actually do it, and even then, post YOUR email in the comment box (no one will see the comment because I have to look over the comment before I post it, and even then I won't post it so you can have your privacy) and I will email you and you can enter in again!
Cheerio, and Merry Christmas again!
Thursday, November 22, 2012
P.S. (2) I am taking a break from Jack Mortimer just for today, since it's Thanksgiving. Hope you're not mad, Emma L. or Clara! :p just kidding, though I really am NOT going to write today.
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Go visit her blog, where she also has a link for a FREE Heartless e-book. As far as I'm concerned, an ebook is just a Kindle, but there's probably more you can download it on. (don't be afraid to ask what other ebook to download it on; Anne Elisabeth will answer you!)
So go visit her blog at www.anneelisabethstengl.blogspot.com!
Cheerio and another Huzzah! all around!
Saturday, November 17, 2012
A pretty little notebook I found accidentally when I went shopping a few days ago. I loved it ever so much, and I figured that y'all would too. I took some pictures of it, but it just won't load onto my blog! It's black and has a gorgeous golden cross on the cover, with golden small leaves embroidering the outline of the notebook, and on the right page at the bottom, it has John 3:16 written on it. I promise, I will find one way or another to upload the pictures BEFORE the deadline. Perhaps tomorrow or sometime today...
How to enter:
To enter, you must comment about your favorite book. Just one, please!
To enter TWICE:
If you want to enter in again, write a review on your blog about your favorite book. It can be however short or long as you want it; five sentences to a page. Then comment and tell me that you've written a review and you'll have your name entered again.
It starts today, and it ends December 17th.
How it works:
I'm going to enter in your name once or twice, depending on whether or not you write a review. I will then put your names into a bowl and mix it up extremely well. I promise you, it will be mixed well because I'm sure that Sam and Emmy will help me shake it all up.
Then, I'm going to have my sister Emily choose any piece of paper she would like, and ta da! instant winner. No online randomizer, just one at home, for we are random, as you know. SQUIRREL! See? So random.
Anywho, I hope you enter!
Cheerio and have a good Saturday!
Thursday, November 15, 2012
I won't lie, I sighed and muttered, "Oh...today's Thursday....I don't want to write on Jack Mortimer."
Because it's true, I don't like working on two stories at once. But then, I found a comment awaiting me when I came on to write; a comment from Emma of Tin Lane! (a.k.a. Shirley Holmes) It made me so happy. I was very happy to get correction from someone else, and happy to receive a nice response to my story that put a smile on my face.
So now I'm all powered up again to write! Presenting Jack Mortimer, Private Eye: Part Three...
“Hmm,” I says, writing in my notebook.
Meg leaned over slightly to try to see what I was writing. I pull back, still writing. Meg sighs impatiently and starts tapping her foot. I make an exception for it at first, but it gets on my nerves. Finally, at the breaking point of my patience, I almost yells, “Do you mind?”
Normally you won’t yell at your employers, but tapping feet is one of my weaknesses that certainly can’t help but get on my nerves.
“What?” Meg says innocently, still tapping.
“Your tapping…,” I says through my teeth.
“Oh, of course,” Meg stops. “I didn’t mean to ruin your concentration.”
I begin to write again. “Oh, yeah, wanna seat?”
I barely stop writing to gesture.
“Thank you for being so hospitable,” Meg says, her voice dripping with sweetness. I can see why, though, for I should have offered her a seat a long time ago. My bad. But I didn’t real feel bad.
“Well, Miss Margaret, I have all the information I need for now,” I says.
“Oh, really? That was…,” Meg searched for words. “…short.”
“Yes, but I would like to make an appointment to see you again,” I adds. “How about…”
What’s today? Oh. Friday.
“How about Monday?” I asks.
“Oh, but I’m having a party then!” Meg protested. “My first masquerade one!”
“Well, I can dress up as a detective and meet up with you,” I suggests. “Perhaps I can meet your fiance then, too, if he’s there?”
“That sounds marvelous!” Margaret clamped her hands together. “I’ll be dressed like Joan of Arc.”
I nods. The singer left after that.
I smiles as I lie in bed. I know exactly what I want to wear to that party.
Weekends fly by to fast. Before I could realize it, it was Monday. I pulled out my costume and left for Meg’s house.
It didn’t take long, or at least it didn’t feel long before I was knocking on the door.
A doorman dressed up more than I ever cared for opened up at the first knock.
“Invitation?” he requests.
“Uh…don’t have one, not a physical one, at least,” I smiles my best. I had a sinking feeling that it was rather gruesome looking, since I hadn’t smiled in so long.
The doorman took a step back, holding a hand to his mouth. I heard a strange noise come from him, and realized that he was holding back a laugh.
“No invitation, no entrance,” he said after he was quite finished with his little laugh.
I glowered. “Get Margaret Simmons. She knows me.”
“Wait here, please…sir,” the doorman chuckled and slammed the door on my face.
Literally. I held a hand up and said, “Ow!”
The door opened a minute later.
“Ah, Mr. Jack! How are--you came dressed like that?” a woman dressed like Bo Peep said when she saw me. It was Meg, I figured.
“Yes, I did,” I replied. I stepped back. “Like it?”
“That does not look like a detective costume. I thought you said that you would come dressed up as a detective,” Meg said.
“I came dressed up as me,” I said. “And I’m a detective, amn’t I?”
Meg coughed slightly. “Er, yes. Anyhow, please come inside.”
I pouted slightly to myself as I followed Meg. I had picked out my nicest clothes, thank you very much.
Sorry I haven't written very much; I just got back from crossfit and have piano to practice and another story to write on (I have to write one thousand more word than I would like to) and extra school so I can go out shopping tomorrow. I'll try to have more written next week! Thank you, Emma and Clara, for your enthusiastic support!
Sunday, November 11, 2012
A girl named Summer goes to survival camp for a month just for the fun on of it, but suddenly, after only a week of being there, a gang comes and attacks the camp, making everyone scatter and run for their lives...and find out that the gang is hunting them just for the fun of it, so that way no one can go home or their families will be in danger. Summer must team up with the kids from the camp to find out a way to escape from the gang, before they get killed.
...we heard crashing from on the ground. Layla and I silenced instantly as we watched about fifteen big, strong men with their muscles bulging come out into the open.
“So, who thought they heard people over here?” one of them asked. He had two guns in each hand, plus several knives in his belt. His hair was in a Mohawk, and it looked atrocious.
“I didn’t think I heard people here, I know I heard people here,” someone else said. “Probably that stupid little group of kids that ran away after we shot their friends.”
I glanced at Willow, whose eyes were filling with tears. I gave her shoulder a squeeze, and she took my hand and held it as hard as she could. It hurt, but I didn’t move my hand. I looked back down at the men.
“Humph,” the first man grunted. “I know you have good hearing, Gary, but I don’t see anyone anywhere. Let’s keep moving.”
Gary and the other men walked on. I strained my ears to hear anything else they might say. I was glad I did, for I heard, “And if anyone tries to leave this compound, we’ll catch ‘em when they get home and kill all of their family members. Hunting kids is so much fun.”
“Not when you die, it’s not,” someone else said.
The men laughed harshly and then I heard nothing else as they continued on.
I looked around in the trees and saw all of the little kids crying.
I imagined Willow looking like Amandla Stenberg. She's just so perfect and pretty. I'm not sure about anyone else, who I'd pick to be them and all.
That's all for today, so cheerio!
Thursday, November 8, 2012
I stares at Margaret for a moment, surprised. Margaret stares at me, too, her eyes full of fear, pleading with me, until tears begin to flow. She looks away as she wipes them, though more come down.
The first thing that comes to mind is, Who on earth would try to threaten Margaret Simmons?
Then, She’s famous and rich! For helping her, she’ll pay a hefty sum.
I walk over to my desk and turn on the lamp.
“Who is trying to threaten you?” I asks, whipping out a notebook and pencil.
“Oh, but I haven’t a clue!” Margaret sobs out. “You see, the first time this started, it was just a note saying…oh wait, I have here in my purse.”
“That’s weird,” I comment.
“What’s weird?” Margaret, whom I decided to call Meg, looks at me funny.
“The note,” I reply. “It says, ‘Oh wait, I have it here in my purse.’”
Meg giggles suddenly, catching me off guard. I watch her, speechless.
“No no no, silly,” Margaret says. “I meant that the note was actually in my purse.”
I gulp. I haven’t made such a stupid mistake for over ten years.
Meg sobers suddenly as she opens her purse, which makes me almost giggle. I’ve never seen anyone sober so fast.
Finally, Meg take three notes out of her purse.
She hands me one of them while saying, “I did what they asked out of pity for them.”
I desperately need money for food and water. Please help and give me ten dollars and put it at the foot of the Joan of Arc before tonight! Please!
“Of course,” I mutter. “X.”
“Naturally, when I gave him the money, I never saw him,” Meg says.
I opened my mouth to ask a question, but think the better of it. Meg hands me the second note.
The ten dollars may have saved my life! But please, I need twenty-five more dollars to help survive longer.
I raised my eyebrows at this, and Meg said, “I didn’t give any money that time.”
She looked ashamed. “I put it in my purse and forgot about it.”
I folded the notes perfectly just as they used to be; un-wrinkled creamy paper with perfect, creased lines. It was very pretty.
Meg handed me the last note.
I might have died without those twenty-five dollars you didn’t give me, if it hadn’t been for a kind passerby that gave me some money,
Now, leave one hundred dollars by the Joan of Arc statue or you’ll never see your fiancé again!
I re-folded the perfect paper and put that in in my pocket too.
“When did this begin?” I asks, poising to write on my notebook.
“About five days ago,” Meg replied. “The second one came three days ago, then the first one came the day after.”
"Hmm," I says thoughtfully. Then I frown. "It all seems a little...melodramatic, I think."
The actress stares at me. "M-melodramatic? How could you say that? My fiance is being threatened to be killed! How can it be melodramatic?"
"Easily," I says, scribbling furiously in my notebook. "Anyhow, how come it took you two days to find help? Why didn't you get help right away?"
"Oh, this is no matter for the police," she says. "It's not quite enough proof for them, I should think. I spent the last two days hunting for a good private eye to help me. I found out about you this morning, and then had hunt for your address. Everyone raved on and on about you for so long, so it didn't take too long to find where you lived. All those thieves you caught! My, I see why people liked you so much, goodness, for all those ravings I heard all the time."
"Well, you know, it's nothing really," I coughed modestly, growing ever so slightly a shade of pink.
"Then why should I hire someone who asks for so much when it's 'nothing really'?" Meg mimicked my voice.
"Ah, no no no! That's not what I meant!" I says frantically. "I just meant...um..."
Meg laughed gaily. "Got you! I wouldn't want anyone else. Come over to my place tomorrow and we'll talk about other details. Okay?"
"Yes ma'am," I says.
I watch her leave, then I sit down in my office chair.
"Boy, I gotta watch my words!" I says to no one. To thin air. To myself. Whatever.
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
The Legions have left the province of Britain and the Western Roman Empire has dissolved into chaos. With the world plunged into darkness, paganism and superstition are as rampant as ever. In the Down country of southern Britain, young Indi has grown up knowing nothing more than his gods of horses and thunder; so when a man from across the sea comes preaching a single God slain on a cross, Indi must choose between his gods or the one God—and face the consequences of his decision.
Jennifer is holding a party for this! Go visit her blog http://thepenslayer.blogspot.com/2012/11/boorkthday-party-giveaway.html and you can participate in her giveaways; doesn't her book sound SOO interesting?? Even if I don't win, I am SO checking this out at the library; it sounds SO awesome.
Friday, November 2, 2012
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields -
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!
Perfection of a garden, but only in my mind. I wish it were really real; I'd go there all the time.
Oh, and don't forget to scroll down or whatever and read my story bit I posted yesterday, "Jack Mortimer, Private Eye".
Cheerio, and fare thee well!
P.S. And it's just a little note: Huzzah! for Anne Elisabeth Stengl! It's her official release date of her book Starflower.
Check it out! :)
Thursday, November 1, 2012
(sorry it's late at night but at least it's still on the day that I promised!)
Hi. Name’s Jack Mortimer, Private Eye. I’m a pro at cracking cases, finding lost people…the usual. Even when there’s no hope, people ring me up and I’ll find the missing person.
I ain’t got no staff. Just me and a man’s best friend: his gun. And sometimes I could do with a drink.
My office is way down in the slums. No one bothers me, ‘cause no one likes comin’ here, unless they’re truly desperado.
I live in Virginia.
I’ve just come back from cracking the occasional case of robbery. Nuttin’ too much, but it pays well. I casually put my feet up on my desk and light a cigarette.
Then I count the dough.
After that, I stick it in my hidden safe. I don’t spend it much, not even on cigarettes and drinks. I save those for when I’m pleased with myself.
Gotta have some relaxment, as solving cases is too exciting sometimes.
Like the time I got shot in the arm, and later in the leg. My side has a scar from a year ago, when some stupid thief lashed out with his knife. He’s in jail, of course, and will be for a couple more years.
Not that I really care about him.
I dropped the cigarette stub in the trash, not on an ashtray. Ashtrays can make your office get cluttered up, and makes me want to smoke more, but I don’t want to smoke so much, only sometimes.
Suddenly, I am real quiet. There’s silence for a moment, but then I hear it. The distant pattering of shoes on the puddled street. I almost didn’t hear it over the rain, but my left ear never lets me down. Sounds like high-heels, but it could be a cane.
I cock my gun, just in case it’s another wino from the streets. Gotta scare ‘em off somehow, even if it doesn’t mean actually shooting them, which I usually don’t, as theys usually runs off when they see my gun. I duck behind the door as it opens, slowly and cautiously at first. Someone enters, and with the light I use, I can see it’s a woman.
“Mr. Mortimer?” she says. “Hello? Are you there? Hello? Mr. Mortimer! Are you here?”
Good grief, give a man time to answer, lady!
“Are you here, Mr. Mortimer?” she says again.
“Who wants to know?” I said ominously, shutting the door and making myself look menacing.
The lady didn’t utter a cry. She swallowed instead, so that made me realize she was too scared to even scream.
“Oh, Mr. Mortimer! I’m in trouble! I need you desperately!” the lady cries out suddenly. I don’t recognize her really, in my dark office. I wonders who she is. As if reading my thoughts, the lady says, “I’m Margaret Simmons. Please help!”
Margaret Simmons? The famous actress and singer? “Huh?” I says in surprise.
“Please, someone is threatening me!” Margaret Simmons says.
Whatcha think? Please comment and leave your opinion; I need all the critiques and things I can get! :)
Cheerio and good night, everyone! Happy November 1st!
Thursday, October 25, 2012
I have SO many stories I've started on...countless ones with no middle and no end. I have ONE, and I repeat, just ONE story that actually says 'The End', and I'm just about to go through that one and finish editing it and things.
But so I wondered....what would you say to a weekly posting of stories and poems? Just a bit of story, my latest poems...
Cause guess what, this will one, help to have lots of editors if you care to point out something wrong, and two, help me to write more and finish my stories.
Lots I've stored away to be taken out some other time when I have, say, an urge to write detective stories, I'll take one out of storage and continue writing.
What do you say?
If you're in, choose from below which you would like to have posted on...Thursday, every Thursday.
Here's a couple of stories you can choose from:
Dana McShaw--fairy story
The Way They Met: Book One
(I'm very choosy on my titles, as you can see :p just kidding)
or a poem:
an Ode (just dug this up!)
one that I will make up when you request
So, if you choose poem, I'll post whichever poem you want, but only once, of course.
If you pick story, then I'll keep on posting bits and pieces of my story as I go along (whichever you choose) and post until it's over, then I'll post a different one, unless you request poem. If I get two requests, I'll post the request that came first, then I'll do the second one, just to be fair.
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Today we went to Red, White, and Blue down in New Orleans (thrift store) and Christie spotted some Converses.
They were awesome looking, but they didn't fit Christie; but they fit me!!
So I got them one pair for 6 and the other for 15, rather than up to 60 bucks for each one. :)
Caroline is learning what each animal says, and demonstrates them for us. Cutie!! :D
And I've been doing stupid situps...lol. did 290 last night. Ugh. :p yes, I can gripe.
Saturday, October 13, 2012
I'm soooo excited!! I cannot wait to see him and hold him. He'll be sooooo precious!
Three cheers for David, Michelle, Patrick, and Jacob!
Hip hip hooray! hip hip hooray! Hip hip horay!
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Ahem, sooo, nothing much has been happening, except now we're in Florida, and we're painting our porch. Finally.
And I'm missing the most adorable thing and her parents so much!
She is getting toooooo big! :) I miss her too much.
And baby Jacob is on his way! Michelle's getting close to having him any day now, and I cannot wait! When we actually see him he'll be two months old.
But it'll be SO nice to have a sleeping, cuddly baby that doesn't do anything but be adorable AND have two kids who are young that you get to chase everywhere and laugh and talk all the time.
Yes, I am looking forward to that day.
Well, cheerio, and Christie and Rachel, give that stinker a hug and kiss for me please!! :)
Friday, October 5, 2012
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
We're getting up at 6:45 then jumping right into the car, where I shall promptly fall back asleep. No, it doesn't take much for me to fall asleep.
Well, gtg so bye and post later! 😉
Monday, September 24, 2012
Here is what my English said that I liked so much, I'm going to post it:
"Honest is the best policy, especially in the life of a Christian. But honesty should never be practiced merely because it is the best policy. A Christian should be honest because it is right. Honesty is pleasing to God, and it also presents a good testimony before others. Second Corinthians 8:21 says, "Providing for honest things, not only in the sight of the Lord, but also in the sight of men."
Being honest may be costly at times. Telling the truth about a wrongdoing could bring punishment. Not cheating on an exam might bring failure. A businessman who is honest in his dealings and advertisements may not be as prosperous as his deceitful competitor.
Many times honesty goes unnoticed, and we become discouraged. It is not always easy to be honest, but it is necessary to a Christians life.
Although honesty is sometimes costly, the cost is outweighed by the rewards. Honesty helps build a strong character. An honest person gains a clear conscience and a pure heart. Proverbs 3:4 tells us that those who follow truth shall find favor and good understanding with God and men, and honesty gains the respect and good will of those around us. More important, it brings blessings from the Lord. "A faithful man shall abound with blessings." (Proverbs 28:20)
Honesty is the best policy for a Christian. Sometimes men may not see Our honest acts, but God sees and will reward."
People will tell other people the truth sometimes, but the person who recieves the truth may take it the wrong way, and although the other person apologizes, the other will not be honest back and say that they're sorry too, for not following their advice. They'll say they forgive the other, but they really aren't forgiving them, and they won't apologize either. I don't mean to be rude and direct this pointedly at anyone in particular, but I did so feel a great need to post this. I am being entirely honest, too, unlike other people i've seen who pointedly write about other people and are rude but aren't honest and say that they were not directing it at anyone.
I hope you think on these things, and are always honest and always apologize when you're rude or dishonest.
God bless you all! Blessings!
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Although, I DO have sams iPod so that's how I'm posting. ;)
I brought a camera so when we get home in Slidell or Florida I'll post the pictures then, which should be about two more weeks. Oh well.
Oh on instagram Sam and I signed out of his account to see if we knew his password but we didn't so we created a new account. Heh heh. We'll tell you who it is. :)
Well, post later! Hopefully I can get a
few pictures on here BEFORE two weeks.
Thursday, September 6, 2012
The first book she wrote was Heartless, then Veiled Rose, Moonblood, and Starflower. Starflower is not out yet, but it will be available in October, I believe.
I follow Anne Elisabeth's blog at anneelisabethstengl.blogspot.com and every now and then she hold contests and giveaways.
I won Moonblood from a giveaway; my name came up on the randomizer, but to enter, I had to write a blog post about one of her books. I did a while back, if you remember.
A recent contest, one of my dear friends Clara won third place! It was a short story (or poem) contest. There were 24 submissions in all. I entered in a poem (see post below) and very much enjoyed reading the judge's critiques and comments.
But Clara!! I was very excited for her. :)
Well, one of these days I'm hoping the Anne Elisabeth will hold another fanfiction contest. When I wrote the poem in the post below, I had no book to reread to see if I could have put something else in that I had forgotten.
Now, since I own Moonblood, I have a book to work with.
So I went ahead and did a poem for the Moonblood prologue, where you can read the prologue (yet you don't get all of it, because sometime I left out something) but this is to get you interested or tell me what you think of the poem. Be honest! Please. Pretty please with a cherry on top. :)
The Palace Var
The land of the Veiled People
In Vahe's land, far,
The Queen of Arpiar
Gave birth to a daughter
The Princess Varvare.
King Vahe cried,
"A daughter! A pretty daughter,
my pretty bride."
Queen Anahid was afraid
And when Vahe left,
Anahid turned to her maid.
"Bring me clothes and a cloak of midnight."
But the maids did not stir for fear of Vahe.
They just stared, frozen in fright.
The queen stood, and the princess cried.
The maids leapt to attend to their needs.
A maid went to the crib where the babe lied,
Gently lifted her out, and gave her to the queen.
"Tell no one I have gone," she said, striding to the door.
Anahid made her ways through the corriders, unseen.
"I swore I would never call upon you again,"
she said, but it was from the voice of her heart.
Breaking her vow made it feel like a sin.
An answer came close to her ear in the voice of birdsong.
I am always waiting for you, child.
Anahid stepped onto a Path, feeling gratitude, and feeling wrong.
She followed the birdsong, until the Path ended finally.
Anahid took a breath and almost gagged.
"The Near World," she said. "I smell mortality."
But the birdsong just said simply, Follow me.
The unicorn sang, Anahid started to run, but fell.
The birdsong reassured her; the queen got to her feet, moving unsteadily.
Anahid placed the babe underneath a bush,
A rose bush, with roses big and red
And leaves so green and lush.
Your child is safe in my protection, now and always.
"Then I shall return to Arpiar glad."
The bird told her she was not bound, that she may stay.
"I will return," she said.
"Oi! Who's there!" an old voice cried out.
A stocky mortal man knelt under the roses red.
I claim her as one of mine, sang the wood thrush to Anahid.
The queen watched the gardener lift her child,
Then unwilling to see more, the queen bowed her head.
Then she vanished down the trail, into the Wilderlands below.
The unicorn met her there.
Ta Da!! That's all I have for now, but I'll be working on it some more. I found that I am better at poems than I am for short stories about the book, so there will probably be more poems coming up.
Don't worry, they're not all about the prologue. :)
Cheerio, and I hope you liked my poem! Tell me if there's anything wrong with it!
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
But winning first, second, and third also meant that the judges' really like your story.
I didn't win, but I got some critiques and comments! I loved reading them; they were very helpful and one of them made me laugh out loud (I don't normally do that when I read something)
Here is my poem (revised since the first time I posted it)
When Una came of age,
Suitors came on her life’s stage,
Among them a dreaded prince.
That dreaded prince
(Whom Felix fenced)
Was the Prince Aethelbald.
That lovelorn prince
She had hated since
The day that she had met him.
Princess Una said
“I refuse to wed
That odd Prince Aethelbald.”
Her loathing grew
After quite a few
Restless, hot nights.
During those nights,
Una’s ring became tight
And singed her finger.
Prince Aethelbald tried
To help her fried
And aching dainty hands.
But Una did not relent
To this poor kind gent
And instead walked away.
She soon fell in a trance
Of sighing romance
Swooning for the king’s jester.
The jester, she found out
Though people thought him a lout
Was Prince Lionheart in disguise.
She gave him her ring
(And inside, it made him sing!)
And joyfully, he departed.
But he soon betrayed
Una, that fair maid
And gave her ring away.
Una finally became
No longer quite so tame
When she became a dragon.
But lo and behold,
That prince so bold
Rescued Princess Una.
By the prince’s arts,
He changed her heart
Formed it like his own.
And gave up her hardness of heart.
So Una finally married
And then she got carried
To Aethelbald’s kingdom.
And so it ends
All become friends
And live Happily Ever After.
Judge #1: One potential problem that can arise when a poet works within the confines of a set rhyme scheme, however, is that the proper word for a given line doesn’t always rhyme with the line before it. This forces the poet to reach and stretch for words that rhyme but don’t really fit, giving the poem a contrived feeling (“age/life’s stage”). Be careful when working with rhyme; if you can’t find the proper word that will still rhyme with the previous line, consider changing the previous line.
Judge #2: It would have been nice to have a verse about the dragon and Eanrin, since they’re such major characters, especially since it’s the dragon that causes Una to become one herself, and then it’s the dragon that Aethelbald has to slay to rescue her. Since all the other factors of the novel were so well covered in the poem, the fact that the dragon isn’t afforded a verse seems amiss.
Judge #3: When I read it aloud, the meter worked in a 2-2-3 beat most of the time, but some of the stanzas could use some adjusting, especially the first one. But it was still fun!
Judge #1: This poem does an admirable job of sticking to its established rhyme scheme (aabccd) throughout the poem, which is of considerable length. Well done!
Judge #2: It was fun to see the whole of Heartless in this poem. I especially got a kick out of the verse about Una’s “fried” hands. The writer has a admirably quirky sense of humor, which is appreciated.
Judge #3: Clever rhymes and a nice storytelling flow here!
Judge #2 in the Encouraging Word was the one that made me laugh. I ave a professional judge tell me I have a quirky sense of humor (which is appreciated) and that made me feel really good. And it made me laugh.
I loved reading the other comments, and I'm hoping for another writing contest, which, if you want, I can write the story and share it with you.
I won't be offended if you DON'T want me to post the story, but I WILL post it if you don't say anything. So tell me if you want me to post it or not, 'cause I know that there will be another story writing contest soon.
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Well, after having no electricity or water for a day, my mom didn't want to spend another whole day with no water. So we packed up and are now in Florida. Now our electric and water is back (news from Joe).
We knew that we would be getting electric soon (We learned on the way to Florida) because there were at least 200 trucks from electric places coming just to Louisiana to help repairs and things.
Luckily, we didn't flood at all (except ankle deep in the woods) although other houses flooded in their yards. The water never got in their houses, but it came up right to their doorstep. The water had gone down so much so that you would never guess that, but only our van was able to get out of the neighborhood; the Camry would have been flooded for sure if we had tried to take it out.
We swam during the hurricane. My family is that cool. Well, 'we' is Joe, Sam, Christie, Rachel, and Emily. I didn't want to change in to my swim suit cause I was already wet from walking in the woods and on the street to check out the flooding, and I had had my share of not being dry for a while. I jumped on the trampoline for a while. We did this during the middle of the hurricane.
While Christie and I were walking down the street (with it raining and the wind blowing like crazy) we saw a guy in a tractor who was smiling so happily. I guess he felt so proud to be driving a tractor during the hurricane. It was kinda funny. :)
So, now, here we are. I know where YOU are, too. Spooky isn't it?
I am in Florida, and you are in front of the computer reading this.
Cheerio, Darlings, and have a nice day. I shall update later!
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
We MIGHT not get electricity for a few days, but we're hoping that we will still have it, because Mama is not wanting to stay in the heat.
Even if electricity is out after the storm (which the storm will only last some eight hours, my dad is guessing) we're just going to clean up logs and stuff then we're going to Florida, so it won't matter TOO much that electricity is out while we're gone.
We froze LOTS of bags of ice to help keep our freezers cool and if we need some water, we just haul out a bag and let it thaw out and ta da! instant unfrozen water for you.
If this were a storm like the one in Kansas, I would be willing to ride it. Imagine waking up in Oz! Wouldn't it be fun? ;)
Well, I'm not Dorothy so I guess that isn't going to happen.
After the hurricane passes (the one with a proper NAME) I'll write another blog post. If I don't write another blog post.... *gulp* I'm probably dead.
Just kidding, I'm sure I'll survive.
Cheerio, and write back later. :)
Monday, August 27, 2012
"Perfect Practice Makes Perfect."
I use that one a lot.
"Never Give Up."
I dig that one.
"Be Kind To Your Webfooted Friends...For a Duck may be somebody's mother..."
oh, wrong one.
"One Man's Junk is Another Man's Treasure."
Yeah, just change the 'man' to person.
"Never waste a minute thinking about someone you don't like." Dwight Eisenhower.
"Live in such a way that is someone speaks badly of you no one would believe it."
Eh, that's a good one.
"Life is short, live it.
Love is rare, grab it.
Anger is bad, dump it.
Fear is awful, face it.
Memories are sweet. Cherish it."
"Say what you think, not think what you should say."
"Be yourself, play fair, shoot for the moon, jump for joy, count your blessings, celebrate, dance in the rain, sing silly songs, make new friends, believe in magic."
"Be so happy that when others look at you they become happy too."
"It isn't that I'm not a people person, it's just that I'm not a stupid people person."
"If you want breakfast in bed, sleep in the kitchen."
"Be cheerful; it's contagious."
don't i know.
And that's all. Yikes, it's actually a lot; not just A motto or philosophy. But you know that I can never pick one.
oh well. :)
Cheerio, and I hope you liked my motto(s)!
P.S. on the 29th day, I chose punch as a physical feature. But I was told that that was not actually a physical feature. So I choose hands. Hands are good. Very useful. Ta da. I'm so schmaert.
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Hopes, Dreams, and Plans I have for the next 365 Days.
Well, I hope to run a triathlon and half marathon but I would prefer to do it with Joe, and he won't even BE here!
SO I hope to do well in piano
I dream of building an awesome fort
I plan to have a good camera
and that's all I can think of at the moment.
I'm sure I'll have some more things I hope to do or something but later.
Saturday, August 25, 2012
(see above; post title) that's what this is about.
Um, I have a ton of scars, but I think I'll choose the one on my knee.
Oops, I have scar on BOTH knees. So never mind
In the story, I shall name a day, but I really don't know what day it happened on.
This happened a few years ago, maybe in 2008 or something.
As this is a story, I am making everything up except when I get my cut, so I'll put two stars at the beginning of a sentence to let you know when the real part is.
It was a rainy day on Monday. Thunder cracked, and lightning flashed, lighting up everything in a split second.
Molly was staring out the window, cursing the rain silently for spoiling her day of fun that she had had planned out.
Sam was in the sunroom, playing with his cars. He stopped for a moment to glance outside, looking wistfully at all the puddles the rain was making.
Christie was writing in her diary. She loved rain, so nothing was really wrong, except that she wanted to play outside in the puddles.
About an hour later, the rain stopped, much to the joy of Christie, Molly, and Sam. (Emmy was 'busy' playing with her toys, so she didn't really mind anything)
Hurriedly putting on their swimsuits, Christie, Molly, and Sam smiled at the prospect of being able to play in the puddles.
They rushed outside and went to the ditches. The ditches were usually ALWAYS dry and never had anything in them, and weren't much of ditches, but now, they were like swimming pools, except that the water only came up to their knees.
Smiling at eachother, the trio began to splash eachother and push eachother until they fell down and got drenched.
Then they would laugh and try to drag eachother down. They were having such fun, until...
**Christie pushed Molly, who started to laugh, but quickly lost her beaming face when she struck a hidden branch under the water that gashed her knee.
They ran home, while Molly wished that this hadn't happened and spoiled their fun.
Mama fixed everything up and everything was better.
Except that now they couldn't go back out and play, because Mama didn't want anyone else getting hurt.
So Molly's knee quickly healed but is a scar that can be seen even to this day.
That is her scar that she has, and it's (a) story.
I have another scar that I could do a little story about, but it's not quite as dramatic. Like when I was running and I fell off the curb and it's the longest scar I have ever had and have. And when I was jumping on our new fireplace and I slipped and cut my foot in two places but nobody can really see the scars unless you look very carefully.
And when I fell off a friend's skateboard and scarred my knee again and my elbow.
Oh, and when I tried to slip past a gate but it cut me on the stomach and it's a scar (that can hardly be seen, but it's there).
Trust me, I have maybe more than eight scars.
Or more than more.
"A million million."
Friday, August 24, 2012
A Physical Feature I Love
when person number one scares person number two so badly that #1 gets a big punch in the face before they realize who it is.
So, punches, really.
I've done it before. Sam has jumped out at me and scared me and before I could think twice I gave him a good punch in the face, then I was like "oh sam i'm sooo sorry it was without thinking. i'm so sorry!"
and I then get the prompt reply (this happened last month) "no you're not."
"I'm not what?"
"you're not sorry! You're not!"
of course he laughed it off. really, he did. trust me. --trussssssst in meeee!--(the snake from The Jungle Book)
Thursday, August 23, 2012
(speaker) Aaaannnd ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, Day TWENNNNTTY SIX of the THIRRRRRTY Day CHALLENNNGE!
well what can I say? ummm.......welll...I have too many childhood memoirs, you could say, but out of the many, I think I'll pick when our dear friends the Friches lived in our neighborhood before they moved away! (of course we still see them a lot, though not as often as we like, because they have a farm to take care of! :)
I remember they used to come every single day to come swimming and just to play, sometimes after art classes or ballet classes. We'd go to their house a lot too, and sometimes we'd sleep there. We slept there once when our wood floors (which is almost the entire house) were getting replaced after they got ruined in Katrina.
We'd go play in the woods and get poison ivy and then get BANNED from the woods (which we love so much!) and couldn't go back in the woods till our poison ivy went away; and then we'd go and get more poison ivy and our moms would not be too happy. :)
One time we went to their house three days in a row, from late morning till we couldn't see outside, for a party they had for a baseball team. I remember that lady that was wearing her regular clothes and she fell down the slide and got wet so she didn't bother to put on her swim suit. hey, it works. I do it all the time. Well, I don't fall down the slide very often.
We would have airsoft wars with everyone, including Joe and Dan.
Ha, I remember shooting and shooting over and over but I couldn't hit Joe! Even when he was not hiding, but every time JOE shot, on the other hand, I would ALWAYS get hit.
Me and Emma and a few others would have to go inside before the war was over because some kids would cheat and shoot closeups, which you weren't allowed to do because it hurt so much and left bruises.
Lilly Emma and I would go into the woods and try to build houses that we were so proud of and then find it knocked down by an animal or rain or wind the next day.
I remember when I had my tenth or ninth or something like that birthday and Cole did a treasure hunt so all the kids went looking for the treasure, and when I found it, I didn't want to get my hands dirty so all the other kids dug it up with their hands. Heh heh.
Inside was a lot of candy (we had never had so much candy) so we all ate a lot, but Emma was the only one that got sick (we've never gotten any more candy in the size of a HUGE bag anymore) and Emma ate less than we all did.
And we all walked their dogs a lot, and I liked the dog everyone hated. Well, disliked, anyhow. And when they got a new puppy that was a baby! Aww, I had never seen a baby puppy and it was so cute.
More memories of them come to mind, but I think it would be too long to write them down.
I remember when the LeBlancs and Morales' came to our old church and some other friends, and how we made forts all the time. And I remember when Christie and Hayden and Emma (cept it didn't work for you, did it Emma?) got hickeys...wait. That was just a few months ago. Whaddya know?
Cheerio, and I hoped you like my long post. (I couldn't really write down the LeBlancs cause I'm saving that for later. Ya know, when I turn twenty and...actually, no, not that long)
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
I'm on Day 25 and it calls for a recipe.
That's a recipe for EVIL!! mwuhahahahahahaha!!
BUT, if you want an actual honest-to-goodness recipe that probably tastes better than EVIL, then here you are:
1½ cups chocolate wafer crumbs
¼ teaspoon ground nutmeg
½ cup butter, melted
2 (8-ounce) packages cream cheese, softened
¾ cup sugar
1 (8-ounce) carton commercial sour cream
6 (1-ounce) squares semi-sweet chocolate, melted
1 tablespoon plus ¾ teaspoon cocoa
1½ teaspoons vanilla extract
½ cup whipping cream, whipped
Additional whipped cream (optional)
Chocolate curls (optional)
Maraschino cherries (optional)
Combine first 3 ingredients, mixing well. Press mixture into bottom of a 9-inch spring form pan; chill.
Beat cream cheese with electric mixer until light and fluffy; gradually add sugar, mixing well. Add eggs, one at a time, beating well after each addition. Stir in sour cream, melted chocolate, cocoa, and vanilla; mix well. Gently fold in whipped cream; spoon into prepared pan.
Bake at 300 degrees for 1 hour, Turn oven off; allow cheesecake to cool in oven 30 minutes. Open door, allow cheesecake to cool in oven an additional 30 minutes. Refrigerate 8 hours. Remove sides of spring form pan and garnish with additional whipped cream, chocolate curls, almonds, and cherries, if desired.
Yield: 10 to 12 servings.
That is all from the 'Great Cakes' book we have or whatever it's called, but it is awesome! And yes, I had to write this recipe all by myself on the computer to print it so Rachel could give the recipe to some people at her choir cause they wanted it.
It was painful.
'Cept that I like to type on the computer, so I almost didn't mind it.
(drumroll) so there you are, with an awesome cake.
I would have (maybe) gotten a different one, but since this one was already on the computer and I wouldn't have to sit here an extra fifteen minutes I chose this one.
And it's really good.
Top it with coffee beans, why don't you? I think it's awesome.
So I'll be posting later on!
So I browsed around, and after a while saw the 'we can do it' header, and then I was like, "well, if I find a nice background that matches, I'll use this one and go super patriotic, for fun."
Well, red is my all time favorite color, and so it happens that my new background was a really nice red.
Well, yeah, I found the background under the title 'patriotic' where I thought it would be, so I got it annnndd I love it, so I changed all the type to courier, because they used typewriters back then all the time, so I thought I would pretend that I was using a typewriter too, or whatever.
I almost chose a black and white background with a bit of teal, but I was hesitating on that. (and then I saw the we can do it thing)
So ta da! welcome to my favorite thing, WWII stuff. I have always loved it, and I don't know why I didn't think of using this before. :)
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Shakespeare's Twelfth Night was pretty awesome, but I'm not sure if anyone would expect me to love it or not, so I'll pick another one and you can tell me which one you didn't expect me to love.
Phantom of the Opera was fantastic! I love all the singing and everything, and for once I am glad that they didn't stick to the book as much as they could, because I didn't like the book that I thought I would love.
And I loved Captain America, but I'm sure that's expected, soo.... you tell me, did you expect me to like any of these?
Cheerio, Darlings, and tell me what you thought!
Saturday, August 18, 2012
freeplaymusic.com. I go there a TON. For once I have something right away!
All the awesome music I listen to is from there; I have written and script (getting it edited right now) and I have all the music I want to use for my movie from freeplay. Brilliant, I know!
Also, I love an author's blog. anneelisabethstengl.blogspot.com
(that's also the place I won that free autographed book) it's awesome!
And I check New Heart Studio's daily. (I have memorized how many comments are on each post hee hee i'm so bad!) and I mean I check it a lot, just in case they've posted when I wasn't looking.
Um, I think that' s all (folks).
Well, to bed now. I have church in the morning (and I don't believe I want to be a dead head tomorrow)
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Try to make tree forts then wind up throwing all the wood all over the ground and going back home and forgetting about it?
I KNOW!! Dance really bad!
what?? Whaddya mean, NO??
ten minutes later...
this is really hard, ya know?
"Some things are best left unknown and that's okay!" --Doctor Who
Still not getting it?
I was afraid of that.
Well, I may just have to stick with being really quiet.
I have been around friends that tell me I'm really quiet whereas everyone else is not.
Okay, if they say so. Doesn't mean I agree, but this is SOMETHING that I have come up with using my BRILLIANT and most FANTASTIC mind EVER created!!
Farewell, farewell! You might NEVER hear from me AGAIN!!! Ha ha ha haa!!! (more evil laughter)
Monday, August 13, 2012
Mostly because I want to write something mostly because I can.
So, a hobby of mine!
what-EVER. Me? have ONE hobby?? no! :)
First off, I LOVE to run! Joe and I are going to run a 5K together soon, like September or October. And then I overheard him say that he might try to do a marathon or a triathlon (remember, I was just overhearing so I don't know QUITE what he said) with me maybe in November.
2. Well, I love to make cake that have frosting on them. I just LOVE to frost and decorate cakes! :)
3. I love to help to out together events. The English Tea Room in Covington has asked me Rachel and Christie to help put together a Doctor Who party since we love it so much!! (English Tea Room is THE BOMB)
4. Writing! I write tons of stories (though only two or three are surviving long enough to actually have an ending) and, of course, I write lots on my blog, just for the sake of writing SOMETHING!
5. Taking pictures, but you already knew that.
6. Making movies!! oh YEAH!!
7. Reading books. What else is there to say?
8. I love to draw. I'm not very good but it's fun to draw and color (or leave it in black and white) and be proud of your own makings.
9. Last and totally not least, singing. Not many people (At all) have heard me sing except for church (no, Emma, that doesn't count as singing when I sang for the talent show. I was laughing) but I do like to sing.
ta DA!!! Ain't you proud of me?
Wait what? ain't ain't a word? oh well.
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Is being totally awesome and hilarious! I mean seriously, very few people possess the innate comedic timing and witticisms that just come naturally to me. Not to mention, I make them look GOOD. Because I'm so good looking. But I think my main talent is my humility. I never would have written this, because it would be boastful. But Joe wrote it, so it's all good. My name is Molly, and these were my talents.
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Maybe the time that I went to the D-Day Museum (known now a days as the World War 2 Museum) with our dear friends from Georgia.
I'm not really sure.
Maybe the time I played at State when I won third place at piano Rally. I played my pieces better than any other time that I had ever played.
So thats that for you.
Isn't it fantastic??
Sunday, August 5, 2012
I am babysitting her every day as Melissa and Michael work on their house, which, by the way, is progressing nicely.
They're actually moving in furniture and such!! :)
Christie, Mama, Daddy, and other of my church friends are in Canada right now! They should be in Penticton by now.
I felt sorry for them because they had to get up at 3:30 (a.m.) to go to the airport, but a little green with envy as they get to see Canada and work there.
Today I am 13! Thank you, Sarah, for that delightful comment you wrote; I felt absolutely thrilled when I read it! :)
I am mostly excited that I am 13, for I no longer have to wear the JACKET OF SHAME (the lifejacket) on the boat, unless, of course, I am tubing with friends or skiing or whatever.
There are plenty more things that I am thrilled over: the Olympics, the Saints are playing tomorrow night, favorite TV shows are coming back in the fall or sooner or whatever.
Ha ha, yes, you may think me as silly, but the Ferris wheel (and of course Big Ben) is often seen in Doctor Who, especially the Ferris wheel. :)
So, on the 10th of August, Rachel is taking me somewhere for my birthday.... yet I know not where, only Rachel does, so when that time comes, I shall most definitely post about it.
Also, Melissa told me that she would take me anywhere I wanted (I presume you probably already knew that, but whatever :) so I asked to be taken into Old Covington to looked through antique shoppes. I absolutely LOVE to look through antique shoppes!
I shall totally take pictures then.
Jet'aime, my fantastic readers!
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Sadly enough, though, Mama, Daddy, and Christie will be in Canada by then. :(
But Melissa promised to take me wherever I wanted to go for my birthday, so that's good.
I WANT TO GO TO SCOTLAND.
Oh. You meant just around town? Drat. It was worth a try.
Because my mom doesn't know my taste in clothes, she took me shopping a couple of weeks ago, so the clothes were my birthday present.
BUT, my mom told me, because it was for my BIRTHDAY, I couldn't wear them until then. Well, all except one, which was because I called it a beach-looking dress, so she let me wear it to Florida.
Joe, right now, is taking some exam or test or something to try to get into the SEALs or Navy or whatever.
I'm so... affirmative or information-full or whatcha-ma-call-it, am I not? :) heh heh heh.
Well, that mini-photo-shoot I took of Caroline is on the laptop in Florida, and since it's on there and I deleted them off of my memory card to save room, you'll have to wait a few weeks until more pictures are up.
I'm lazy, I admit, but I don't think I want to take pictures right now, unless I'm back in Florida.
Or maybe I'll take pictures on WEDNESDAY (Emma!) so you might see some then.
Hmph, and just so I'll get it over with very quickly, I'll do a 30 Day Challenge: Day 17: An Art Piece....just for you.
Being a person that is not one for a lot of art, I picked my favorite painting: the Mona Lisa. I guess because I've seen it a lot or something is why I like it so much.
Oh, and (this is going to sound crazy, of course) but the painting above? I first saw it in Doctor Who. I didn't know it was an actual painting of course, until I looked it up, but when I saw it was really...real, I loved it. Of course, I loved it in the movie too, but just knowing that it's actually real may have helped a little bit.
It's by Van Gogh.
Some people say Van Gof, some say Van Go, but I say it Van Gog.
But I was wondering how you were actually SUPPOSED to say it?