hello, hello.
been a bit, i guess. sorry about that. let me see: books
i've read many good ones- you know the kind- hug to your chest and never want to let go? that kind maximum ride: final warning tops this weeks list, followed closely by 'uprising' the story of three girls during the American industrial revolution/ mill fires. it was rather sad, and very different from anything else the author has written. my fave line? " the story starts, like so much else, with Hope. Hope, and daring, and Dreams" gosh, is the beautiful or what? and then there was 'the Ruby Key' an amazing fantasy story.
also on the topic of books- this just in:13th reality book 2: hunt for dark infinity' followed in a matter of days by the next 39 clues book( think, national treasure, but more clues, more famous ppl, more important, and with orphans and an au pair( is that spelled right? aw, heck with it. u know what i mean) w/ a nose ring)i. can't. wait. that that only starts off the spring season! at the end of the month, Brandon Mull pulls out 'secret of the dragon preserve' the 4Th fablehaven. then in may, sisters Grimm book 7 emerges, and the Masters identity is finally revealed! later that month, all my questions are answered with the final 'Creel and the dragons' book by Jessica Day George( if you haven't yet read her, stop reading this and GO READ HER BOOKS. thanks to a recommendation by yours truly, the local library system has 6 copies of 'Dragon slippers' all checked out at the moment, and 7 copies of 'dragon flight' on the way. i feel very pleased with my self. and lastly, also in may, all is revealed in the last Percy Jackson book, 'the last Olympian'. dang that was a lot of advertising.
in the semi near future, regarding books, in 2010, summer, the long awaited UNICORN CHRONICLES book 4, the Last Hunt comes out.
i am doing a happy dance.
i mean, some ppl have only been waiting since '94 to read it. i've been waiting since '02. Bruce Colville is Evile with the cliffies. but not as bad as one Chris Heimerdinger! 3 years ago we got a 'to be continued' with about 20 lives( of ppl we love), the fate of the nephites, a cursed sword, heck THE FATE OF THE BOOK OF MORMON ITSELF hanging in the balance. and 2 weddings. possibly more.
ok, ok, colville had the fate of some beloved( no pun intended, for your unicorn readers) characters in limbo for 8 or so years...
moving on, as i do a happy dance.
i finished my fanfic, Dark Serenity. it was the first story i've ever finished, written, and submitted for others to read. or just plain story i've finished. i even got over 60 reviews! how awesome is that? it was kinda sad, like my baby was all grown up, and suddenly gone.. is this what mom's gonna feel like when i go off on my own?
talent show: so i was in it, and it was fun. this one guy, Rene, did a light show, and i did my poem, 'sometimes i need to cry'. i'll post it sometime. i was wearing a black top, red and black skirt, and my hair fluffed up into the fro it is. i didn't win, but i was 'only' doing a poem, and since everyone was into the rapp junk.. a belly dancer won. she was really good through.
randomness.... i got into the audition only drama class- 12 students only/total, and all of us want to be in the class, so i won't need to deal with the blanks i do now, who just make trouble. it is gonna rule. plus, we write the fall play! sweetness!
lastly, please, please, visit bookbat, write a review, please?
anyway, more later.
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Thursday, February 26, 2009
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
dreary.
warning: there will be hints at swearing. only in quotes.
i had a Great, glory weekend. I cleaned my room while listening to Les Miz soundtrack, singing along! I also began work on a digimon fanfic, entitled 'Dark Serenity'. I Posted chapter one, and got some positive reviews, so I'm glad. I plan on updating it once a week- long enough to build suspense, but not long enough to drive readers insane with worry. Its been really fun to work on- I've had the plot in my mind for months but i'm only just starting to write it.( give it a try if you feel like it...)
Sadly, my Glory gave way to sorrow. P.E. Personal Endangerment. Painful Endurance. In short, hell on earth.
today was horrid.i was forced into being goalie,and the other team- we are playing team handball- through the ball hard. even some of my own team pummeled me. Finally i couldn't take anymore- i could hardly stand. the ball slammed into my upper arm- the same arm that still hurt from being knocked to the ground twice the day before. i started to cry, the pain overwhelming. I limped to the sidelines, and the teacher came over' is there anything i can do' ' that's what happens when you are goalie' etc. i just wanted to be alone.
leaving the gym, Alma, the bane of my existence, my personal devil to go with my personal hell, got in my face. in her getto-girl accent( though shes not, she only acts like it) she asked' you got it.' well, I'm crying and limping and holding my left arm to my chest in an awkward position. does she need to ask, i wonder? no, she only needs confirmation.
" it's'a rubber ball, they don't hurt, faker. you need to toughen up, wimp.' she said more, but i don't hear. my blood boils.
i did something then, in the moment, i flipped her off. i didn't mean to- it just happened. I'd been getting better about swearing and anger, but i was so angry. how DARE she tell me if i am in pain or not!
i did it to her back, after she's knocked me to the ground, but a leech tells her. she starts harassing me, calling me names, saying 'I'm gonna beat your motherf***ing ***' and other things, getting in my face, calling me a b****. i only cry silently- harder. I'm so sick of this. of all of this. everything. i wrote on my math paper, over and over, ihatethishellihatethishellihatethishell...
i want it to end.
don't give me that look. i don't want to die. i'm not that kind of person. i just want the pain to stop, to be able to cry when i hurt, to not have to worry what each day brings.
my father says i look thinner.
when your heart rate goes up, you burn calories. my heart rate is always up- worrying that today will be the day my bones give out, my weak ankles snap, my abused fingers crack, my ribs, so sick of the jabs and handballs, break, and i hit the floor from the agony, and crack my skull. it will happen. not today, not tomorrow. but one day. one day. and so my heart beat quickens the moment i hear the bell ring' beep beep. beep beep.' and the whistle is blown.
to day i limped the rest of the day. last week my left hand was useless from numbness. yesterday my lips were bloody from biting them so hard to keep from crying- to keep from drawing the attention of the jackals.
my guardian angles have abandoned me.
anyway, more later.
i had a Great, glory weekend. I cleaned my room while listening to Les Miz soundtrack, singing along! I also began work on a digimon fanfic, entitled 'Dark Serenity'. I Posted chapter one, and got some positive reviews, so I'm glad. I plan on updating it once a week- long enough to build suspense, but not long enough to drive readers insane with worry. Its been really fun to work on- I've had the plot in my mind for months but i'm only just starting to write it.( give it a try if you feel like it...)
Sadly, my Glory gave way to sorrow. P.E. Personal Endangerment. Painful Endurance. In short, hell on earth.
today was horrid.i was forced into being goalie,and the other team- we are playing team handball- through the ball hard. even some of my own team pummeled me. Finally i couldn't take anymore- i could hardly stand. the ball slammed into my upper arm- the same arm that still hurt from being knocked to the ground twice the day before. i started to cry, the pain overwhelming. I limped to the sidelines, and the teacher came over' is there anything i can do' ' that's what happens when you are goalie' etc. i just wanted to be alone.
leaving the gym, Alma, the bane of my existence, my personal devil to go with my personal hell, got in my face. in her getto-girl accent( though shes not, she only acts like it) she asked' you got it.' well, I'm crying and limping and holding my left arm to my chest in an awkward position. does she need to ask, i wonder? no, she only needs confirmation.
" it's'a rubber ball, they don't hurt, faker. you need to toughen up, wimp.' she said more, but i don't hear. my blood boils.
i did something then, in the moment, i flipped her off. i didn't mean to- it just happened. I'd been getting better about swearing and anger, but i was so angry. how DARE she tell me if i am in pain or not!
i did it to her back, after she's knocked me to the ground, but a leech tells her. she starts harassing me, calling me names, saying 'I'm gonna beat your motherf***ing ***' and other things, getting in my face, calling me a b****. i only cry silently- harder. I'm so sick of this. of all of this. everything. i wrote on my math paper, over and over, ihatethishellihatethishellihatethishell...
i want it to end.
don't give me that look. i don't want to die. i'm not that kind of person. i just want the pain to stop, to be able to cry when i hurt, to not have to worry what each day brings.
my father says i look thinner.
when your heart rate goes up, you burn calories. my heart rate is always up- worrying that today will be the day my bones give out, my weak ankles snap, my abused fingers crack, my ribs, so sick of the jabs and handballs, break, and i hit the floor from the agony, and crack my skull. it will happen. not today, not tomorrow. but one day. one day. and so my heart beat quickens the moment i hear the bell ring' beep beep. beep beep.' and the whistle is blown.
to day i limped the rest of the day. last week my left hand was useless from numbness. yesterday my lips were bloody from biting them so hard to keep from crying- to keep from drawing the attention of the jackals.
my guardian angles have abandoned me.
anyway, more later.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Of Weekends, Funks, Drama Class and Plot Bunnies
well, hi- i haven't blogged in a while- not really. i said a bit of news that everyone else knew, and that was it. so, here is some blogging!
well, my weeks bee ok- i had Monday and Tuesday off because of veteran's day and teacher-meeting day, so that was cool. i stuck around the house, wrote an essay on 'Lord of the Flies', ate candy, saw so movies( 'flipper','forbidden kingdom', 'kit','Doogle' and 'the boy who could fly') i re-listened to an audio book 'pillage' by Obert Skye. mom had a concert for all her students, and i was in a funk- see the post on Hedgi's blog, http://gloryandsorrow.blogspot.com' for a more adequate interpretation of what i felt then, and them it came to a head when one of the mothers brought cake- chocolate cake. chocolate cake with COFFEE and alcohol(only a little) in it. some of you may know the little 'word of wisdom' song: oh, we don't do tobacco, alcohol or tea, for they are just like coffee, not good for you or me. why? because we're Mormon.....' etc, so i couldn't eat any of it- so i left the house and went on a walk.
i was still in a funk Sunday, but on Monday i got my room clean and read books and ate candy- oh right, forgot to tell you that this whole time,the comp was at the shop getting fixed.
then on Tuesday i went with Sari and her little bro to the plaza, and we went to B&n, where i found out that she has read the first to books in an awesome series( click HERE for review) and didn't know that the rest were out yet. so, on Sunday, i will be lending her the next 4 books in that series, the entire set of the companion trilogy( as in, companion to that series) and a separate trilogy by the same author- because, lets face it, when it comes to strait fiction/adventure( no romance, or fantasy, or sci-fi, maybe a tiny bit of mystery) Gordon Korman is king. then we went to a lovely little candy store, got lots of candy, and went yo the pet store to see the little fuzzies. we saw mice, hamsters and rats- but not the cutest of all- chinchillas. they are highly cute. if you don't know what they look like, they are small, mostly grey bunny things. they look like a bunny running at top speed that crashed into a cement wall. the do!
then wed- not much happened- though i did re-start working on a certain mind story that i am planning on turning into a novel( most of my non-fanfic mind stories are destined to become something like that, i just ignore them for a while, after the cursed Plot Bunnies( my term for little plot ideas that randomly bounce into your head and don't leave you alone till you write them down; coming at the most inopportune time- like right as you fall asleep, or in the middle of a math test) stop coming. i will be referring to it as 'U' short of "untitled" because for the life of me, i have no idea what to call it.
it's set in another world- where every single person has some kind of talent or gift/power' for example, 'i' as it is another first person story, with a few chapters from third person, have large, sparrow like wings. 'my' best friend controls tempests/storms. our friend reads thoughts, ect.
its got some real potential, i think. like most of my stories, there is a Prophecy- but this one is far more vague- my other one says this will happen, then this, then this. this one says stuff like 'this must happen, so and so must do this, and the world must do this or fall into darkness.' it keeps talking about 'The Song'. not even 'I' know what it is. but back to what i was saying- in this world, Peace( a person like being) has been gone for 100 years, and the world is torn in two by a huge war- everyone sides with one army or the other- by law. neither side is 'good' or 'evil' i, as the author, don't even know how this war started(better figure that out) but anyway, U is the tale of a girl and her friends whose parents risk everything by passing down the stories of how life once was, and how the world might be once more. so, yeah. i feel i can do plenty with it.
the thing is, when i started, i had it sent on earth- because on character, Erick, has no power other then some serious common sense- and a race of 'mutants' were fighting it out, good and evil, with humans joining the 'good' side, and it was good- i had a Washington D.C battle idea and everything . then i finished watching 'avatar' and decided that it'd be nice to expand on the whole 'Killing the 'Bad guy' isn't the answer' thing. sorry if i just ruined avatar for anyone. and that setting it in a diff world would be nice- i mean, if you've got two sides of a huge war, they might as well do it at home, particularly if we aren't killing the 'bad guys' which is, really, the whole govt, because Earth government would get angry and there'd be bombs and the whole story really has nothing to do with humans( aside from Erick- but he can just be lacking in 'gift') but anyway, moving on!
then yesterday i started working on the climax for DOW- because i work backwards mostly. the Plot Bunnies give me a climactic scenario-
i figure out the following
Who- who are the charries
what-is happening exactly
how- did they get into this mess
Why- did any of this happen
huh- any other details.
take DOW
who- nida(me) is
what- trying to save her friend
how-because he was kidnapped by Shadows( antagonists) to
why- force nida into surrendering something, which is
huh- a magical amulet containing the power of the sea.
and so i know the climax best, and as i progress in the story, i rewrite it. before, nida jumped out the window- now she jumps into the lake. in a week or so, she'll do something different. and mom and i finished 'book of a thousand days' it is well loved. My Lord the cat! My Lord the cat! i love my cats even more now!( My Lord is it's name, the cat in the book- i'm not breaking Commandment #3, i promise!)
and today i blogged.
and in drama preformed my commercial.
in drama, we split into groups and created a product- then made a commercial for it.
our/my product was the 'ipod omni'
the size of a cereal box, it
knits sweaters
makes pie
takes video and pics
has a shotgun
makes phone calls
has Internet access
cleans your room
does homework
takes care of siblings and pets.
everything short of playing music.
and it has a looooong list of side effects, including but not limited to : Black death, dental hydroplosions,freezer burn, hair loss, fatigue, appreciation of Brittney Spears, Ebola, and Death. there were lots more, i don't care to list them.
it was soo funny!
so, yeah, thats about it :)
so, anyway, more later!
well, my weeks bee ok- i had Monday and Tuesday off because of veteran's day and teacher-meeting day, so that was cool. i stuck around the house, wrote an essay on 'Lord of the Flies', ate candy, saw so movies( 'flipper','forbidden kingdom', 'kit','Doogle' and 'the boy who could fly') i re-listened to an audio book 'pillage' by Obert Skye. mom had a concert for all her students, and i was in a funk- see the post on Hedgi's blog, http://gloryandsorrow.blogspot.com' for a more adequate interpretation of what i felt then, and them it came to a head when one of the mothers brought cake- chocolate cake. chocolate cake with COFFEE and alcohol(only a little) in it. some of you may know the little 'word of wisdom' song: oh, we don't do tobacco, alcohol or tea, for they are just like coffee, not good for you or me. why? because we're Mormon.....' etc, so i couldn't eat any of it- so i left the house and went on a walk.
i was still in a funk Sunday, but on Monday i got my room clean and read books and ate candy- oh right, forgot to tell you that this whole time,the comp was at the shop getting fixed.
then on Tuesday i went with Sari and her little bro to the plaza, and we went to B&n, where i found out that she has read the first to books in an awesome series( click HERE for review) and didn't know that the rest were out yet. so, on Sunday, i will be lending her the next 4 books in that series, the entire set of the companion trilogy( as in, companion to that series) and a separate trilogy by the same author- because, lets face it, when it comes to strait fiction/adventure( no romance, or fantasy, or sci-fi, maybe a tiny bit of mystery) Gordon Korman is king. then we went to a lovely little candy store, got lots of candy, and went yo the pet store to see the little fuzzies. we saw mice, hamsters and rats- but not the cutest of all- chinchillas. they are highly cute. if you don't know what they look like, they are small, mostly grey bunny things. they look like a bunny running at top speed that crashed into a cement wall. the do!
then wed- not much happened- though i did re-start working on a certain mind story that i am planning on turning into a novel( most of my non-fanfic mind stories are destined to become something like that, i just ignore them for a while, after the cursed Plot Bunnies( my term for little plot ideas that randomly bounce into your head and don't leave you alone till you write them down; coming at the most inopportune time- like right as you fall asleep, or in the middle of a math test) stop coming. i will be referring to it as 'U' short of "untitled" because for the life of me, i have no idea what to call it.
it's set in another world- where every single person has some kind of talent or gift/power' for example, 'i' as it is another first person story, with a few chapters from third person, have large, sparrow like wings. 'my' best friend controls tempests/storms. our friend reads thoughts, ect.
its got some real potential, i think. like most of my stories, there is a Prophecy- but this one is far more vague- my other one says this will happen, then this, then this. this one says stuff like 'this must happen, so and so must do this, and the world must do this or fall into darkness.' it keeps talking about 'The Song'. not even 'I' know what it is. but back to what i was saying- in this world, Peace( a person like being) has been gone for 100 years, and the world is torn in two by a huge war- everyone sides with one army or the other- by law. neither side is 'good' or 'evil' i, as the author, don't even know how this war started(better figure that out) but anyway, U is the tale of a girl and her friends whose parents risk everything by passing down the stories of how life once was, and how the world might be once more. so, yeah. i feel i can do plenty with it.
the thing is, when i started, i had it sent on earth- because on character, Erick, has no power other then some serious common sense- and a race of 'mutants' were fighting it out, good and evil, with humans joining the 'good' side, and it was good- i had a Washington D.C battle idea and everything . then i finished watching 'avatar' and decided that it'd be nice to expand on the whole 'Killing the 'Bad guy' isn't the answer' thing. sorry if i just ruined avatar for anyone. and that setting it in a diff world would be nice- i mean, if you've got two sides of a huge war, they might as well do it at home, particularly if we aren't killing the 'bad guys' which is, really, the whole govt, because Earth government would get angry and there'd be bombs and the whole story really has nothing to do with humans( aside from Erick- but he can just be lacking in 'gift') but anyway, moving on!
then yesterday i started working on the climax for DOW- because i work backwards mostly. the Plot Bunnies give me a climactic scenario-
i figure out the following
Who- who are the charries
what-is happening exactly
how- did they get into this mess
Why- did any of this happen
huh- any other details.
take DOW
who- nida(me) is
what- trying to save her friend
how-because he was kidnapped by Shadows( antagonists) to
why- force nida into surrendering something, which is
huh- a magical amulet containing the power of the sea.
and so i know the climax best, and as i progress in the story, i rewrite it. before, nida jumped out the window- now she jumps into the lake. in a week or so, she'll do something different. and mom and i finished 'book of a thousand days' it is well loved. My Lord the cat! My Lord the cat! i love my cats even more now!( My Lord is it's name, the cat in the book- i'm not breaking Commandment #3, i promise!)
and today i blogged.
and in drama preformed my commercial.
in drama, we split into groups and created a product- then made a commercial for it.
our/my product was the 'ipod omni'
the size of a cereal box, it
knits sweaters
makes pie
takes video and pics
has a shotgun
makes phone calls
has Internet access
cleans your room
does homework
takes care of siblings and pets.
everything short of playing music.
and it has a looooong list of side effects, including but not limited to : Black death, dental hydroplosions,freezer burn, hair loss, fatigue, appreciation of Brittney Spears, Ebola, and Death. there were lots more, i don't care to list them.
it was soo funny!
so, yeah, thats about it :)
so, anyway, more later!
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
"Chalk For Peace" and me.
hey all.
first of all, i want people to comment , share thoughts.
the most comments i got was when i said 'no comments' does that mean i should always say, "no comments!"? please post comments. interact with it, explore the ideas i lay before you! it builds brain cells!
thanks.
now, for my real entry.
chalk for peace:
at the BPL, right out in front, someone painted a huge peace sign, with the words 'Chalk 4 Global Peace.'
today, the library had tons of chalk out, in strange colors and stuff.
so, after school, for 30 minutes, i sat and worked.
i drew mini peace signs, the most common drawings.
then i wrote.
slogans were already there, 'Give peace a chance,' and, 'love is better'
someone even put 'love one another' and 'peace is the best gift we can leave to our children' someone added to the last one " so for their sakes, try'
i took a large piece of yellow, set down my pack in a corner, and wrote. moving around, i wrote different things.
" God bless the world- no exceptions"
"if war is the answer, what was the question?"
" you must be the change you wish to see in the world"
and in various places "peace" "love" "hope" and "joy".
the librarians took pictures of some of what i wrote and drew, and i felt glad.
maybe i can't cause world peace, maybe no one can. but we can try. we can try, and try, and try, and even if we fail, time and time again, we can, we will, make a change in the world.
Gandhi knew it,MLK new it, Margret Mead knew it. we can know it.
we can change this world.
we just have to give it our all, and hope we are not alone. we have to stand and try, together.
so do your part.
practice random acts of kindness and senseless acts of beauty.
anyway, more later
first of all, i want people to comment , share thoughts.
the most comments i got was when i said 'no comments' does that mean i should always say, "no comments!"? please post comments. interact with it, explore the ideas i lay before you! it builds brain cells!
thanks.
now, for my real entry.
chalk for peace:
at the BPL, right out in front, someone painted a huge peace sign, with the words 'Chalk 4 Global Peace.'
today, the library had tons of chalk out, in strange colors and stuff.
so, after school, for 30 minutes, i sat and worked.
i drew mini peace signs, the most common drawings.
then i wrote.
slogans were already there, 'Give peace a chance,' and, 'love is better'
someone even put 'love one another' and 'peace is the best gift we can leave to our children' someone added to the last one " so for their sakes, try'
i took a large piece of yellow, set down my pack in a corner, and wrote. moving around, i wrote different things.
" God bless the world- no exceptions"
"if war is the answer, what was the question?"
" you must be the change you wish to see in the world"
and in various places "peace" "love" "hope" and "joy".
the librarians took pictures of some of what i wrote and drew, and i felt glad.
maybe i can't cause world peace, maybe no one can. but we can try. we can try, and try, and try, and even if we fail, time and time again, we can, we will, make a change in the world.
Gandhi knew it,MLK new it, Margret Mead knew it. we can know it.
we can change this world.
we just have to give it our all, and hope we are not alone. we have to stand and try, together.
so do your part.
practice random acts of kindness and senseless acts of beauty.
anyway, more later
Saturday, July 19, 2008
i want chocolate
so i survived cub scout camp, just barely.
today, i walked up the hill, and i got a haircut. yes! i got a hair cut! i decided i didn't really want to get my hair done at camp, and besides, i won't have much time at camp, as i'll be on a 20 mile hike for most of the time. i know, 20 miles isn't much. you try doing that with
* weak ankles that get hurt with the slightest stumble
* bunions
*heavy pack
* a dozen or so other girls that aren't big on waiting up. or talking about books.
so yeah.
today i'm going to be helping genun with his eagle scout project, and then i'm going to a pioneer day bbq. i'm gonna have fun with that.
i haven't been writing as much as i should be, on either of my little fantasy stories, but i have gotten a bit more. here is an excert from The Stones of Destiny.
A tall, willowy woman stared out across the waters, gazing at the reflections of the stars. Her long blue hair was the color of the sea at night, nearly black, and smooth as silk. Another woman, this one shorter, with hair the color of a cherry tree's new blossoms, went to her.
"Sondra," The second woman called softly into the mist. "Sondra, is it time?"
"No, Bethaniee, the time is soon, but for now, Faerie is safe."
The woman stood, and stretched her wings, for she was not mortal, but a faerie, a member of the race mortals seemed to classify as nothing more than stories for children as they went to bed, heads filled with dreams of tomorrow. Her brow creased as she wondered how long her people had before the growing evil destroyed the peacefulness of her world. As if in answer to her question, a low boom echoed across the sea. It was over, after four long years, it was finally over. But the woman did not rejoice. This time, Good had not won; as she knew it would not.
"Bethaniee, Grace," Sondra whispered. "Gather the Guardians, and the Stones! The time is now!"
Grace, the third of the four faeries on The Island began to weep, softly, wind causing her light green tunic to billow. Everything else was still, as if in mourning, the stars dimmed, "Is- is the King…"
"Yes. The King has fallen. Faerie is all but destroyed," Sondra said sorrowfully. "There is little time left for us to work. To save Faerie, we must act now, and send the Guardians to Earth. This is the only way."
"Yes, I know," Grace whispered softly, wiping tears from her eyes.
Henna, a fourth faerie, the youngest of them, her long golden hair shining in the light of the moon, spoke up. "The Prophecy! Will it truly come to pass?" her amber eyes glowed with a combination of fear and hope.
“Yes,” Sondra told her, with grief in her voice. “All of it.”
"Has the time come at last?" Two voices from the shadows spoke at once as two golden shapes emerged to join the faerie.
"Oricy, Quinlan, yes, it is time," Bethaniee said, her voice a whisper.
Two more shapes, these a pale silver in color, coalesced from the darkness. "We are here," a soft, birdlike voice called out.
"Aruta, Karanna, come here, to the circle." Sondra instructed. She gestured to a carved circle, set in to the stone. Aruta, Oricy, Karanna, and Quinlan, the Guardians, gathered in the center of a stone sun, and the faeries began to chant:
"Moon of two worlds
Stars of four
Back to earth
Open your door
That those before you
May safely pass
This we ask, of you
Let it be so!”
After three times, the sun began to glow with a pale light, not quiet silver, not quite gold and the four Guardians vanished, each with a small, white box, each with a name set in gold.
this is only a rough draft, keep in mind
anyway, more later!
today, i walked up the hill, and i got a haircut. yes! i got a hair cut! i decided i didn't really want to get my hair done at camp, and besides, i won't have much time at camp, as i'll be on a 20 mile hike for most of the time. i know, 20 miles isn't much. you try doing that with
* weak ankles that get hurt with the slightest stumble
* bunions
*heavy pack
* a dozen or so other girls that aren't big on waiting up. or talking about books.
so yeah.
today i'm going to be helping genun with his eagle scout project, and then i'm going to a pioneer day bbq. i'm gonna have fun with that.
i haven't been writing as much as i should be, on either of my little fantasy stories, but i have gotten a bit more. here is an excert from The Stones of Destiny.
A tall, willowy woman stared out across the waters, gazing at the reflections of the stars. Her long blue hair was the color of the sea at night, nearly black, and smooth as silk. Another woman, this one shorter, with hair the color of a cherry tree's new blossoms, went to her.
"Sondra," The second woman called softly into the mist. "Sondra, is it time?"
"No, Bethaniee, the time is soon, but for now, Faerie is safe."
The woman stood, and stretched her wings, for she was not mortal, but a faerie, a member of the race mortals seemed to classify as nothing more than stories for children as they went to bed, heads filled with dreams of tomorrow. Her brow creased as she wondered how long her people had before the growing evil destroyed the peacefulness of her world. As if in answer to her question, a low boom echoed across the sea. It was over, after four long years, it was finally over. But the woman did not rejoice. This time, Good had not won; as she knew it would not.
"Bethaniee, Grace," Sondra whispered. "Gather the Guardians, and the Stones! The time is now!"
Grace, the third of the four faeries on The Island began to weep, softly, wind causing her light green tunic to billow. Everything else was still, as if in mourning, the stars dimmed, "Is- is the King…"
"Yes. The King has fallen. Faerie is all but destroyed," Sondra said sorrowfully. "There is little time left for us to work. To save Faerie, we must act now, and send the Guardians to Earth. This is the only way."
"Yes, I know," Grace whispered softly, wiping tears from her eyes.
Henna, a fourth faerie, the youngest of them, her long golden hair shining in the light of the moon, spoke up. "The Prophecy! Will it truly come to pass?" her amber eyes glowed with a combination of fear and hope.
“Yes,” Sondra told her, with grief in her voice. “All of it.”
"Has the time come at last?" Two voices from the shadows spoke at once as two golden shapes emerged to join the faerie.
"Oricy, Quinlan, yes, it is time," Bethaniee said, her voice a whisper.
Two more shapes, these a pale silver in color, coalesced from the darkness. "We are here," a soft, birdlike voice called out.
"Aruta, Karanna, come here, to the circle." Sondra instructed. She gestured to a carved circle, set in to the stone. Aruta, Oricy, Karanna, and Quinlan, the Guardians, gathered in the center of a stone sun, and the faeries began to chant:
"Moon of two worlds
Stars of four
Back to earth
Open your door
That those before you
May safely pass
This we ask, of you
Let it be so!”
After three times, the sun began to glow with a pale light, not quiet silver, not quite gold and the four Guardians vanished, each with a small, white box, each with a name set in gold.
this is only a rough draft, keep in mind
anyway, more later!
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