Hi, everyone! Sorry I haven't been posting for a while ~ exams o.O
But I have to say, Flying Thoughts is MOVING!
Yes... MOOOOVING!!
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Saturday, December 22, 2012
Saturday, December 1, 2012
Organizing Your Desk
Instead of having all of my pencils, pens, tape, stapler, clips, erasers, and so on in all different places, I put them all together in super cute bins ~ And on a piece of scrapbook paper.
Saturday, November 24, 2012
Don't Know What to do with Your Time??
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| Your Clock ~ and killer |
Your time is precious, is it not? And you want the very best for yourself... Which means that your place need to be CLEAN CLEAN CLEAN!
But your bed is SO SO SO comfortable, isn't it?? OH, it's so warm and cozy ~ you don't even leave it to pee, so why would you leave it to clean? Because once you CLEAN, you can SLEEP WELL, without worry!
Ready? Ready? Ready ready ready ready ready ready?! Set.... GO!
I made a template, but I could put on sticky notes and so on so that I could change what I wrote.
One box is for what I need to get.
Another, things I need to do.
And things to organize
And the very last one a nice witty quote to help me through the day :P
Here's how to make it...
What you'll need...
A large piece of scrapbook paper
4 different colors of index cards (they come in packs)
Sticky Notes or sticky paper (pref. in different colors)
Wall Tape (It is two-sided, and is alright to put on walls ~ will save your life!)
Glue stick or hot glue gun
What to do:
1. Cut the index cards into squares or rectangles (maybe even circles??) according to how much you want to be able to write on them/ the Sticky Notes that can fit on them.
2. Glue on
3. Find Sticky Notes that match the colors or go well with them, write what you need to... Stick on
AND BAM!!! YOU HAVE YOUR WONDERFUL LITTLE ORGANIZER!
Enjoy your sleep!! <3 <3
Friday, November 23, 2012
Maybe a Change?
It can be about me, life, the stuff going on, organization (I have been waiting to say that), and crafts! Why not tell me what you think? Email me a gracelinh@gmail.com and I will make sure to see what I can do!
Thanks and ENJOY YOUR BREAK!
Happy be-lated Thanksgiving :P
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Stories. . . Or maybe MORE!
You guys know STORIES, right?
And you know that our friend Auorora isn't really going to lend us her fairy godmothers any time soon.
And you also know that at the moment you are reading this while your kids are making a mess in their room...
But why don't we make those little dreams of a clean house COME TRUE?
Here you go...
And you know that our friend Auorora isn't really going to lend us her fairy godmothers any time soon.
And you also know that at the moment you are reading this while your kids are making a mess in their room...
But why don't we make those little dreams of a clean house COME TRUE?
Here you go...
This CALENDAR will help you SOSO much ~ but I am warning you that after the 1st week it gets really boring, so change it up a bit!
Saturday, November 17, 2012
Mell the 'Mellow
There once was a boy who loved candy. Halloween was his favorite holiday, he asked for chocolate for Christmas, he only liked ‘Eatster’ when he got the good candy, and so on. This young boy loved marshmallows the most, though. He ate and ate them all day long, only to have stomach-ache afterwards. He especially liked the colored mini ones, but to him, it didn’t really matter.
One day, when little 2-year-old Timmy was secretly opening his very own, very first bag of colored mini marshmallows, he was quite astonished to see that there was a huge, perfectly white marshmallow in the middle of the bag, hidden. He was about to bite it when it opened up the cutest eyes and the cutest mouth with only one large tooth in the middle of its perfectly pink top gums. But little Timmy didn’t notice and put the ‘mallow closer to his wide-open mouth (which was also filled with one tooth). “Don’t eat me!” squeaked a voice. Timmy looked around. Maybe he had just imagined that. He put it closer to his mouth. “Don’t eat me!” Timmy was getting scared now. Maybe he should just eat his marshmallow and it would go away... He put the ‘mallow closer to his mouth. “Don’t eat me!” This time, Timmy was only one centimeter from the large marshmallow. He looked down to see the cutest, largest eyes begging him, and the cutest, smallest mouth in the shape of a heart.
“Why shouldn’t I eat you?”
“I can make you have all the candy you want!” exclaimed the marshmallow, trying to save its life.
“But Mommy and Daddy don’t want me to eat too much...”
“Pashaw! They won’t care!”
“I don’t know... What else can you do?”
“What else do you NEED?”
“I want a best friend, but I don’t know if you can give me that...”
“I can!”
“Then we are best friends!!!”
Little Timmy was overcome with joy! He had found a giant 5” marshmallow who wanted to be his friend! Wow!
For years and years, Timmy and his Mell were best friends, but then a problem came. Timmy was in school now and he always got into arguments, and he wanted Mell to back him up. Sadly, Mell was a diplomat and could see both sides of the argument and couldn’t say which one he felt like going on. No matter how hard Mell tried, he just couldn’t pick a side when Timmy had gotten into a fight with his very-best-ish-almost-enemy-sometimes-friend, Figg (or Figglehornam when he is in trouble). Timmy said, “If you aren’t going to help me, then you are almost not a friend! You are going to stay in the dresser for a while, and I will only play with you when I am so completely sad!”
Mell thought that Timmy was kidding, but to his/her surprise, Timmy threw Mell into his top dresser drawer, where she was forgotten.
More years passed, and Mell was taken out of her small prison less and less. Once a week. Once a month. 7 times a year. 4 times a year. Once a year. Never.
Timmy was now 10. When he was going through his old things, he came upon Mell and instantly remembered her. “Hi, Mell!”
“Hi yourself.”
“What’s wrong??? I know you are mad, but why don’t you just calm down and say ‘hi’ to me??”
“Ugh! Pashaw! Go! Leave! Eat me for crying out loud!”
“Well... I don’t want to do that to you, Mell. You have helped me through so much... What else do you want me to do?”
“Well, you can make that wish that I told you to do when we first met.”
“?”
“Ugh, *you are so stupid and forgetful* the one about you wanting (and getting) the candy that your small, selfish little heart desires.”
“Then I wish that! Anything to help my Mell!”
“Say it.”
“Say what?”
“*Omigosh you are so dumb* Say that you wish for all of the candy that you want!”
“I wish that I had all of the candy that I want, when I want.”
“Good. Done. Nada worries.”
“?”
“*the stupidity kills me*”
MORE years later...
Timmy was 14 with 18 different cavities, twelve rotting teeth that needed to be replaced, never brushed his teeth, ate candy for breakfast lunch and dinner, and had the worst breath ever (all of this caused him to be an ‘untouchable’ according to school standards).
“Ughhhhhh, Mewl, I nweed to loose hate!”
“Hate? Sweetie, you have no hate *or friends*”
“Hate! Hate!”
“Hate?”
“Hate!”
“OH!! Weight!”
“Uh-hunh!”
Timmy was now called, well, nobody really talked to him except Mell. She was the only one who really talked to him. But she would always give him these sympathetic glances...
Tim(my) was smart. He didn’t act like it, EVER... But he knew that something was up. He knew that for the four years in which he sank lower and lower in the popularity charts, got worse and worse grades, got ditched by his friends, and his parents leaving of town more often meant that something was up. He also knew that it linked to the dumb wish he had made and Mell’s last side-comments before that.
Mell knew that he was smart. Mell knew that he could hear. Maybe Mell was telling him something? Maybe Mell wanted Tim(my) to stop and not make the wish. Maybe she thought that Timmy really was going to get it. But why would Mell ASK him to make a wish when she didn’t even think that it was smart???? Hmm...
Truthfully Timmy (I am tired of doing Tim(my) because even though he wants to be called ‘Tim’ it ain’t happening) really was onto something. It took a few months, many mystery movies, less candy, and the occasional gulp of mouthwash, but Timmy finally found out that Mell was a secret agent. Of what he didn’t know. So he *stupidly* asked her...
“Hey Mellon!”
“*Oh you dumb-stupid, why are you calling me that?!* Yes, sweet?”
“Are you a secret agent?”
“*stammer, stammer* N-no! Wh-why would you think such a cray-cr-cray thing, hunny-bunny?”
“Cut the acting Mell. I know your side-comments. I know you work for someone. I know that you really do think that if you work for this person, then they won’t eat you. When I said I needed to lose ‘hate’ I meant it. This person it a HATER, and I really do need to catch them. I saw the worry in your eye when I said that, but when you are worried, you tend to make a lot of... side-comments. And then I read a book called Locksher Lolms who is a wonderful detective, and he had a case just like this! So don’t pretend.”
“Ok. I was young... This girl found me. Her name is Sally. I told her I would grant her a single wish of her choice if she were to let me live. She agreed. She also had a crush on you. She asked if I would make you love her, but I said no because it was wrong. Instead, I could make you un-liked and your only choice of a (girl)friend would be her. And she consented.”
“WHAT?!”
“*Let me continue* I did some research and realized that you had a tingling for candy, so I hid myself in a bag of marshmallows and let you find me. You did find me *sooner than expected* and the plan was ready... But you were a good boy and didn’t do anything against your parents. Then I started to like you. So it hurt when the chance came and I had to tell you to make the wish... I was also kind of happy, though, because you were mean to me and made me go in the dresser.”
“Well-”
“*Let me continue* So it happened, but one day I got a letter from Sally, saying that she was at another school and had a boyfriend. The plan was cancelled. And so I realized that I needed to do something... but I haven’t figured out what, yet.”
“So you pretty much tried to ruin me and my life so that you could...”
“Could LIVE.”
“Yeah, pretty selfish of my, hunh?Trying to LIVE.”
“You know what? You can go. You haven’t helped me AT ALL!”
Thus a wonderful friendship ended, a beautiful thing that should have ended, well, never ended because of a misunderstanding.
And this should show those little children not to talk to candy.
One day, when little 2-year-old Timmy was secretly opening his very own, very first bag of colored mini marshmallows, he was quite astonished to see that there was a huge, perfectly white marshmallow in the middle of the bag, hidden. He was about to bite it when it opened up the cutest eyes and the cutest mouth with only one large tooth in the middle of its perfectly pink top gums. But little Timmy didn’t notice and put the ‘mallow closer to his wide-open mouth (which was also filled with one tooth). “Don’t eat me!” squeaked a voice. Timmy looked around. Maybe he had just imagined that. He put it closer to his mouth. “Don’t eat me!” Timmy was getting scared now. Maybe he should just eat his marshmallow and it would go away... He put the ‘mallow closer to his mouth. “Don’t eat me!” This time, Timmy was only one centimeter from the large marshmallow. He looked down to see the cutest, largest eyes begging him, and the cutest, smallest mouth in the shape of a heart.
“Why shouldn’t I eat you?”
“I can make you have all the candy you want!” exclaimed the marshmallow, trying to save its life.
“But Mommy and Daddy don’t want me to eat too much...”
“Pashaw! They won’t care!”
“I don’t know... What else can you do?”
“What else do you NEED?”
“I want a best friend, but I don’t know if you can give me that...”
“I can!”
“Then we are best friends!!!”
Little Timmy was overcome with joy! He had found a giant 5” marshmallow who wanted to be his friend! Wow!
For years and years, Timmy and his Mell were best friends, but then a problem came. Timmy was in school now and he always got into arguments, and he wanted Mell to back him up. Sadly, Mell was a diplomat and could see both sides of the argument and couldn’t say which one he felt like going on. No matter how hard Mell tried, he just couldn’t pick a side when Timmy had gotten into a fight with his very-best-ish-almost-enemy-sometimes-friend, Figg (or Figglehornam when he is in trouble). Timmy said, “If you aren’t going to help me, then you are almost not a friend! You are going to stay in the dresser for a while, and I will only play with you when I am so completely sad!”
Mell thought that Timmy was kidding, but to his/her surprise, Timmy threw Mell into his top dresser drawer, where she was forgotten.
More years passed, and Mell was taken out of her small prison less and less. Once a week. Once a month. 7 times a year. 4 times a year. Once a year. Never.
Timmy was now 10. When he was going through his old things, he came upon Mell and instantly remembered her. “Hi, Mell!”
“Hi yourself.”
“What’s wrong??? I know you are mad, but why don’t you just calm down and say ‘hi’ to me??”
“Ugh! Pashaw! Go! Leave! Eat me for crying out loud!”
“Well... I don’t want to do that to you, Mell. You have helped me through so much... What else do you want me to do?”
“Well, you can make that wish that I told you to do when we first met.”
“?”
“Ugh, *you are so stupid and forgetful* the one about you wanting (and getting) the candy that your small, selfish little heart desires.”
“Then I wish that! Anything to help my Mell!”
“Say it.”
“Say what?”
“*Omigosh you are so dumb* Say that you wish for all of the candy that you want!”
“I wish that I had all of the candy that I want, when I want.”
“Good. Done. Nada worries.”
“?”
“*the stupidity kills me*”
MORE years later...
Timmy was 14 with 18 different cavities, twelve rotting teeth that needed to be replaced, never brushed his teeth, ate candy for breakfast lunch and dinner, and had the worst breath ever (all of this caused him to be an ‘untouchable’ according to school standards).
“Ughhhhhh, Mewl, I nweed to loose hate!”
“Hate? Sweetie, you have no hate *or friends*”
“Hate! Hate!”
“Hate?”
“Hate!”
“OH!! Weight!”
“Uh-hunh!”
Timmy was now called, well, nobody really talked to him except Mell. She was the only one who really talked to him. But she would always give him these sympathetic glances...
Tim(my) was smart. He didn’t act like it, EVER... But he knew that something was up. He knew that for the four years in which he sank lower and lower in the popularity charts, got worse and worse grades, got ditched by his friends, and his parents leaving of town more often meant that something was up. He also knew that it linked to the dumb wish he had made and Mell’s last side-comments before that.
Mell knew that he was smart. Mell knew that he could hear. Maybe Mell was telling him something? Maybe Mell wanted Tim(my) to stop and not make the wish. Maybe she thought that Timmy really was going to get it. But why would Mell ASK him to make a wish when she didn’t even think that it was smart???? Hmm...
Truthfully Timmy (I am tired of doing Tim(my) because even though he wants to be called ‘Tim’ it ain’t happening) really was onto something. It took a few months, many mystery movies, less candy, and the occasional gulp of mouthwash, but Timmy finally found out that Mell was a secret agent. Of what he didn’t know. So he *stupidly* asked her...
“Hey Mellon!”
“*Oh you dumb-stupid, why are you calling me that?!* Yes, sweet?”
“Are you a secret agent?”
“*stammer, stammer* N-no! Wh-why would you think such a cray-cr-cray thing, hunny-bunny?”
“Cut the acting Mell. I know your side-comments. I know you work for someone. I know that you really do think that if you work for this person, then they won’t eat you. When I said I needed to lose ‘hate’ I meant it. This person it a HATER, and I really do need to catch them. I saw the worry in your eye when I said that, but when you are worried, you tend to make a lot of... side-comments. And then I read a book called Locksher Lolms who is a wonderful detective, and he had a case just like this! So don’t pretend.”
“Ok. I was young... This girl found me. Her name is Sally. I told her I would grant her a single wish of her choice if she were to let me live. She agreed. She also had a crush on you. She asked if I would make you love her, but I said no because it was wrong. Instead, I could make you un-liked and your only choice of a (girl)friend would be her. And she consented.”
“WHAT?!”
“*Let me continue* I did some research and realized that you had a tingling for candy, so I hid myself in a bag of marshmallows and let you find me. You did find me *sooner than expected* and the plan was ready... But you were a good boy and didn’t do anything against your parents. Then I started to like you. So it hurt when the chance came and I had to tell you to make the wish... I was also kind of happy, though, because you were mean to me and made me go in the dresser.”
“Well-”
“*Let me continue* So it happened, but one day I got a letter from Sally, saying that she was at another school and had a boyfriend. The plan was cancelled. And so I realized that I needed to do something... but I haven’t figured out what, yet.”
“So you pretty much tried to ruin me and my life so that you could...”
“Could LIVE.”
“Yeah, pretty selfish of my, hunh?Trying to LIVE.”
“You know what? You can go. You haven’t helped me AT ALL!”
Thus a wonderful friendship ended, a beautiful thing that should have ended, well, never ended because of a misunderstanding.
And this should show those little children not to talk to candy.
Sunday, November 11, 2012
The Skinny, Fat Wolf
Not-so-long-ago there was a very skinny wolf, who happened to eat when he was bored. There came a day when he was dared to stay in his house for an entire week by one of his ‘best bud’s.’ When this day happened to come along, so did Ca-chow, a member of the Biggest Artificial Calaborative Operation Near-here (a.k.a B.A.C.O.N. and was meant to save pigs from becoming known only as the BACON-MAKERS).
As Ca-Chow was walking home, he realized that someone was watching him! “Who’s there?!” he yelled.
“Hey, sweetie, I’m here.” said Ba-con, (bay-con) Ca-Chow’s girlfriend.
“Oh, it’s you. I thought I was being watched...”
“That was ME, I love you SO SO SO SO much, hunny!”
“I must have something to eat!” cried the wolf. He just couldn’t stand not doing anything, so what better to do than eat? He looked in the pantry - no food. He looked in the cookie jar - no cookies. He looked at the table - no food. He looked everywhere in his one-room house, but couldn’t find any food. “I don’t care if I am breaking a bet, I NEED FOOD!”
The impatient wolf stalked out of his house and out to the field. He saw some lovely meese grazing and eating their tummies FULL. I will eat one of THOSE! thought the wolf. He snuck up on one and then ate him. Poor moose. Then he ate another. And another. And another. And another. Boy, these are REALLY GOOD! Almost as good as bacon! thought Wolf. Then he ate more more more more more more more more more meese until the entire group was gone. The skinny wolf was now fat, and the fat meese were now very skinny, so skinny that all there was was bones (as in the wolf ate them)!
“Well, time to go to the house and get some food!” said the wolf. He tried to get up. “OW!” He tried again. “OW! What’s wrong with me!? Am I sick or something?!” He tried again. It ended up that the dummy wolf had eaten too much and couldn’t get up.
“I am going to take a walk with the brothers!” shouted Ca-chow as he walked out the door to meet his brothers. The three fat, chubby, juicy, delicious, yummy-looking pigs then set out for a nice long walk. They walked past the town and past the well. They walked past the pub (after a few) and past the houses. They walked past the stores and finally reached the field to which they were headed. “I love it when we take walks together!” squeaked piggie 1. “Me too!” squacked piggie 3. “Me three!” shouted piggie 3.
The wolf heard their voices and thought about calling for help, but when he realized that they were piggies and were delicious-looking ones at that, he opted not to. He struggled and struggled, trying to get up and sneak up on the talkative mammals. He couldn’t. Hours passed and he couldn’t get up. He tried and tried by couldn’t get up. The piggies eventually left, and the wolf was all alone in the dark.
“I shouldn’t have eaten that much!” shouted the wolf. He didn’t realize that the reason he could get up was actually that the meese he had eaten were cardboard and the real meese put superglue on his buttoks. But either way, the wolf learned his lesson.
As Ca-Chow was walking home, he realized that someone was watching him! “Who’s there?!” he yelled.
“Hey, sweetie, I’m here.” said Ba-con, (bay-con) Ca-Chow’s girlfriend.
“Oh, it’s you. I thought I was being watched...”
“That was ME, I love you SO SO SO SO much, hunny!”
“I must have something to eat!” cried the wolf. He just couldn’t stand not doing anything, so what better to do than eat? He looked in the pantry - no food. He looked in the cookie jar - no cookies. He looked at the table - no food. He looked everywhere in his one-room house, but couldn’t find any food. “I don’t care if I am breaking a bet, I NEED FOOD!”
The impatient wolf stalked out of his house and out to the field. He saw some lovely meese grazing and eating their tummies FULL. I will eat one of THOSE! thought the wolf. He snuck up on one and then ate him. Poor moose. Then he ate another. And another. And another. And another. Boy, these are REALLY GOOD! Almost as good as bacon! thought Wolf. Then he ate more more more more more more more more more meese until the entire group was gone. The skinny wolf was now fat, and the fat meese were now very skinny, so skinny that all there was was bones (as in the wolf ate them)!
“Well, time to go to the house and get some food!” said the wolf. He tried to get up. “OW!” He tried again. “OW! What’s wrong with me!? Am I sick or something?!” He tried again. It ended up that the dummy wolf had eaten too much and couldn’t get up.
“I am going to take a walk with the brothers!” shouted Ca-chow as he walked out the door to meet his brothers. The three fat, chubby, juicy, delicious, yummy-looking pigs then set out for a nice long walk. They walked past the town and past the well. They walked past the pub (after a few) and past the houses. They walked past the stores and finally reached the field to which they were headed. “I love it when we take walks together!” squeaked piggie 1. “Me too!” squacked piggie 3. “Me three!” shouted piggie 3.
The wolf heard their voices and thought about calling for help, but when he realized that they were piggies and were delicious-looking ones at that, he opted not to. He struggled and struggled, trying to get up and sneak up on the talkative mammals. He couldn’t. Hours passed and he couldn’t get up. He tried and tried by couldn’t get up. The piggies eventually left, and the wolf was all alone in the dark.
“I shouldn’t have eaten that much!” shouted the wolf. He didn’t realize that the reason he could get up was actually that the meese he had eaten were cardboard and the real meese put superglue on his buttoks. But either way, the wolf learned his lesson.
The Cub Who Was Born
The Cub Who Was Born:
As the morning came and the sun decided to rise, something very important was happening in the Hidden Valley. Animals of all sorts were standing, walking, running, sitting, laughing, crying, jumping, falling, and so many other things but all in the same place. The Hidden Valley! It was the sanctuary for animals, it was the perfect place to stand, walk, run, sit, laugh, cry, jump, fall, and so many other things. It also was the perfect place for a banquet to honor the newest cub in the royal family. King Leon and Queen Louness (l-OW-ness) had given birth to a healthy young boy, whose name was to be found out at this very banquet at which many of the animals in the king’s kingdom came to see and vote.
As you can tell from their very wonderful and heroic names, the king and queen were lions, and it was expected that their son should be one too. That being said, it was a tragic surprise that when the king’s right-hand-man Tigron (tEE-gr-on) held up a little tiger just like himself, the world was astounded and had to hold its breath for a few minutes. Then came shouts of anger and sorrow from the crowd gathered beneath the large ledge on which Tigron was standing: “It’s a TIGER!” “How can this be?!” “SABOTAGE, SABOTAGE I tell you! The tiger holding him must have SWITCHED THE CUBS!” That last remark caused a great murmur, and then the crowd went wild(er). “I WILL NOT STAND THIS!” “I would rather DIE, than have a non-royal lead us!” “Death to TIGERS!” Again, the last remark caused quite a scene, a spectacle and no less. King Leon raced out of his den and roared with a ferocity found only in those with thoughts to kill. The animals were STUNNED. King Leon had never ever roared like that to his own people. He did it at war and when another king entered his land, but never had he done it to his own subjects. He said in a bone-chilling, low, scary-quiet voice, “Those who wish this young cub to die due to his stripes, may leave now, for though I know you deserve to die, I want the world to see what it has created, what monsters it has created. This cub cannot help that he has stripes, he cannot help that he was born differently than all the others.” Then the voice changed to sorrow, “He should not have to pay for a mistake which others made. I ask you, those loyal and kind-hearted, those mean and cruel. I ask you if you would kindly accept the Cub Who Was Born.” Tears were dripping down. Tears from the king. Tears were dropping into the crowd, and then a kind voice spoke up, “I shall live, and I shall stay, so that I may see the day when the Cub Who Was Born leads and makes our land the most beautiful!”
Tears. Tears. More were falling from the king into the crowd, but for joy of hearing a voice so kind and willing. “Anyone else? Say ‘Aye’ if thou agree!”
“AYE!”
“Aye.”
“Aye!”
“AYE!”
Aye.”
“Aye.”
“AYE!!”
“AYE!”
“AYE.”
And so many more. Then King Leon said, “And I think that you are not doing tigers justice.” And he eyed Tigron and said, “I want to name you caregiver and lover of Byorn (bee-yourn)!” This was so great an honor that the group gasped and cried and hugged and said through a great blob of salty tears that they agreed.
Years past. So many years past that though King Leon and Queen Louness were still alive, but the elderly Tigron was on the Flat Stone, the Dying Bed. He knew his time was coming to an end, and he also knew that his young friend needed help... Byorn was a tall, slim tiger with beautiful black streaks down his sides. Though many used to think tigers the opposite of lions, they changed and now tigers and lions were equal. Byorn was envied by every male, wanted by every female, and of course he was loved by all. In the morning he would walk around his kingdom, and answered any questions, helped those who needed help, and would do anything for the young cubs and other animals who needed a little bit of advice. Thus his life went...
Then he learned that Tigron, his caregiver, his best friend, was on the Flat Stone and wished to see him. And off he raced. He stayed with Tigron day and night. He stopped going around the kingdom. He just stopped. Rumors spread that he had caught the deadly illness and was also on the Flat Stone. Rumors spread that he had run away. Rumors spread that he was killed. But none were true. He sat there, with his friend, wishing that he would live...
“Brother!” Oh, and Byorn now had a perfect little sister, who was a lion. She squeaked and pawed and could barely say much but managed to grasp that the world was falling to an end, at least to her brother... “Brother! I wus sad... u sad...” And she let her own tear fall down on top of Tigron.
“Sweetie, go out, Tigg is sick and he doesn’t want you to get sick too,” rasped the VERY SICK tiger. “You go out now, and Brother will be there shortly,” and in response the little cub tumbled out the room, trying to walk on her own.
She, nor anyone else saw Tigron again. Byorn went out and talked to her, letting himself cry all over her fur, but no, he did not see Tigron again. When the boy sulked in, the Flat Stone was bare, without a hair on it....
Days, weeks, months, and slowly slowly years passed and nobody knew where Tigron had gone. Then animals started to forget. When asked what Tigron looked like, many simply said, “He was a tiger, thus he had stripes and was a bright orange,” which was crazy because Tigron was of the dullest of oranges with the darkest or blacks. The animal started bragging off of the poor tiger, too. They would say, “I was always very... kind to Tigron...I taught him everything he ever learned” then they pretended that they truly missed him by bowing their heads which contained nothing but the hot air of a fool.
Then, a single slate was delivered to Byorn. And it was from Tigron.
To be continued...
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As the morning came and the sun decided to rise, something very important was happening in the Hidden Valley. Animals of all sorts were standing, walking, running, sitting, laughing, crying, jumping, falling, and so many other things but all in the same place. The Hidden Valley! It was the sanctuary for animals, it was the perfect place to stand, walk, run, sit, laugh, cry, jump, fall, and so many other things. It also was the perfect place for a banquet to honor the newest cub in the royal family. King Leon and Queen Louness (l-OW-ness) had given birth to a healthy young boy, whose name was to be found out at this very banquet at which many of the animals in the king’s kingdom came to see and vote.
As you can tell from their very wonderful and heroic names, the king and queen were lions, and it was expected that their son should be one too. That being said, it was a tragic surprise that when the king’s right-hand-man Tigron (tEE-gr-on) held up a little tiger just like himself, the world was astounded and had to hold its breath for a few minutes. Then came shouts of anger and sorrow from the crowd gathered beneath the large ledge on which Tigron was standing: “It’s a TIGER!” “How can this be?!” “SABOTAGE, SABOTAGE I tell you! The tiger holding him must have SWITCHED THE CUBS!” That last remark caused a great murmur, and then the crowd went wild(er). “I WILL NOT STAND THIS!” “I would rather DIE, than have a non-royal lead us!” “Death to TIGERS!” Again, the last remark caused quite a scene, a spectacle and no less. King Leon raced out of his den and roared with a ferocity found only in those with thoughts to kill. The animals were STUNNED. King Leon had never ever roared like that to his own people. He did it at war and when another king entered his land, but never had he done it to his own subjects. He said in a bone-chilling, low, scary-quiet voice, “Those who wish this young cub to die due to his stripes, may leave now, for though I know you deserve to die, I want the world to see what it has created, what monsters it has created. This cub cannot help that he has stripes, he cannot help that he was born differently than all the others.” Then the voice changed to sorrow, “He should not have to pay for a mistake which others made. I ask you, those loyal and kind-hearted, those mean and cruel. I ask you if you would kindly accept the Cub Who Was Born.” Tears were dripping down. Tears from the king. Tears were dropping into the crowd, and then a kind voice spoke up, “I shall live, and I shall stay, so that I may see the day when the Cub Who Was Born leads and makes our land the most beautiful!”
Tears. Tears. More were falling from the king into the crowd, but for joy of hearing a voice so kind and willing. “Anyone else? Say ‘Aye’ if thou agree!”
“AYE!”
“Aye.”
“Aye!”
“AYE!”
Aye.”
“Aye.”
“AYE!!”
“AYE!”
“AYE.”
And so many more. Then King Leon said, “And I think that you are not doing tigers justice.” And he eyed Tigron and said, “I want to name you caregiver and lover of Byorn (bee-yourn)!” This was so great an honor that the group gasped and cried and hugged and said through a great blob of salty tears that they agreed.
Years past. So many years past that though King Leon and Queen Louness were still alive, but the elderly Tigron was on the Flat Stone, the Dying Bed. He knew his time was coming to an end, and he also knew that his young friend needed help... Byorn was a tall, slim tiger with beautiful black streaks down his sides. Though many used to think tigers the opposite of lions, they changed and now tigers and lions were equal. Byorn was envied by every male, wanted by every female, and of course he was loved by all. In the morning he would walk around his kingdom, and answered any questions, helped those who needed help, and would do anything for the young cubs and other animals who needed a little bit of advice. Thus his life went...
Then he learned that Tigron, his caregiver, his best friend, was on the Flat Stone and wished to see him. And off he raced. He stayed with Tigron day and night. He stopped going around the kingdom. He just stopped. Rumors spread that he had caught the deadly illness and was also on the Flat Stone. Rumors spread that he had run away. Rumors spread that he was killed. But none were true. He sat there, with his friend, wishing that he would live...
“Brother!” Oh, and Byorn now had a perfect little sister, who was a lion. She squeaked and pawed and could barely say much but managed to grasp that the world was falling to an end, at least to her brother... “Brother! I wus sad... u sad...” And she let her own tear fall down on top of Tigron.
“Sweetie, go out, Tigg is sick and he doesn’t want you to get sick too,” rasped the VERY SICK tiger. “You go out now, and Brother will be there shortly,” and in response the little cub tumbled out the room, trying to walk on her own.
She, nor anyone else saw Tigron again. Byorn went out and talked to her, letting himself cry all over her fur, but no, he did not see Tigron again. When the boy sulked in, the Flat Stone was bare, without a hair on it....
Days, weeks, months, and slowly slowly years passed and nobody knew where Tigron had gone. Then animals started to forget. When asked what Tigron looked like, many simply said, “He was a tiger, thus he had stripes and was a bright orange,” which was crazy because Tigron was of the dullest of oranges with the darkest or blacks. The animal started bragging off of the poor tiger, too. They would say, “I was always very... kind to Tigron...I taught him everything he ever learned” then they pretended that they truly missed him by bowing their heads which contained nothing but the hot air of a fool.
Then, a single slate was delivered to Byorn. And it was from Tigron.
To be continued...
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Thursday, November 8, 2012
Thanks SOSOSOSOSOSOOOOO much!
I just want to give everyone who ever went on, looked at, read, subscribed, commented, looked at everyday, etc. because it really warms my little fist-sized heart that you guys jumped up from ___ amount to ___ amount of viewers and readers! A 22 person difference (this was after I posted Linkky Land)
So yeah, I just wanna say that I love you all SUPER-DUPER amounts right now, but if someone would subscribe, I would be even happier!!
LOVE YA! :P
So yeah, I just wanna say that I love you all SUPER-DUPER amounts right now, but if someone would subscribe, I would be even happier!!
LOVE YA! :P
LINKKY LAND
Linkky Land (Part I)
Prologue:
Purple, purple, purple, purple, and purple. How could it be to have been born with purple, purple, and purple? Never knowing of the amazing colors of green, pink, yellow, and so on. How could anyone put up with this? Well, actually, I have. My name is Hickory. Hickory Mai-Rook. I come from Linkky Land, with a wonderful kind named Linkky and an amazing queen named Land. Sadly, I was never allowed to show my love for my kingdom during the Great Time-Ago, when King Linkky most boldly stated 'Thou shouldest not use colors, for though I see them, they hurt my eyes. My fellows, my friends, my family, my to-be-so-soon friends and family, I daresay you agree? We shall NOT have things in which we do not want, and I daresay that this is one of them? I dare assume that you only want purple?!' Oh, and those who were alive then DID agree and thought that just the most splendid idea. Yes, we said, "Yes your majesty!"
Sadly, I was not allowed that chance, and it does hurt me so that I can't show my love for my land and country. He stated that most remarkable quote in the year 15421, and I was born in the year 19761. Yet the kind lives! Enough... Enough... You want to hear the STORY, not the background. Welcome to MY world...
Part I:
"Mother... Our life is so... boring. I think that it is due time that we have an adventure. I think that it is due time that we go somewhere fun. NOT going to the town square, you know I think that a chore!" complained Hickory. He was an adventurer, unlike his mother. He also shouted out windows, unlike his mother... "DON'T SHOUT" shouted Anna Mai. "The neighbors are going to think that you are cray-cray, girl!" She was trying to be a "coooooooollll mom" and it wasn't working.
UGH! Why didn't she get ANYTHING?! OK? I get it that I can't shout, but why don't you pay attention to what I am shouting??? Thought Hickory... MOTHERS. Well, time to go on his own adventure and become King Linkky's FAV. subject!
Water... hmmm, Hickory would get that later, cheese and grapes -- in his leaf sack! Plus, he had extra clothing in his dresser, but he would also get that when he needed to...
* * *
Everything was all set! Every single item needed on Hickory's long 2-hour journey was ready and packed in his small (yet useful) leaf sack.
Time to go!
And like that, Hickory Mai-Rook of the Village Manyän was off, alone and unprotected and out of the safety of his humble abode.
Minutes passed. It started to rain, HARD! Nobody likes hard rain. People like spring showers and baby showers and warm showers. But NOBO-DAY likes hard rain. Especially mice, which just happened to be what the poor young Hickory was. A mouse... that didn't like hard rain, that was in hard rain and headed to the Kings' Castle-Home-A-Boo. Anyway, when the mouse started to get WET and then SOAKED and then DRENCHED, he was not happy, and decided to stop his little walk for a drink. And maybe food.
Hickory saw a BEA-U-TI-FUL Purpallues Tree to climb up and fall fast asleep and eat and eat and eat and drink to his heart's content. Thus, he began to climb and climb the tall tree, getting wetter and wetter in the process, until he reached a most lovely and dry branch to start unpacking. Okay... He got his food out, his... OH NO!! He had forgotten to pack his water thermos, clothing, and probably something else that he forgot to forget! AGH! Oh, just my LUCK! thought that poor drench, semi-hungry, bad-smelling, really thirsty, scared, tired, cold mouse who felt so little and alone on the large Purpallues Tree that was about one mile from home.
He would continue on though! He was a tough mouse! He would do it!
And of course that was what he did, but because the rest of his walk was boring, I shall spare you the time and tell you that it was boring. In the time that it would take me, the writer, to tell you of what he did on his most dreary walk, let me instead inform you on what the rumblings were in the Palace of Dreams, or King Linkky's Kings' Castle-Home-A-Boo...
Part II:
"Malerie, you have forgotten to bring me my wine!" shouted King Linkky. "The special one, OK?"
This was the norm. behavior of the king; to only explain things in that most unexplainable, inexplainable, useless way. And of course, he didn't feel as though the Maid Malerie couldn't figure it out on her own. Bah, she had the smarts to know just what was going on, right? Haha, WRONG. This young woman was forced to guess at what the old king wanted, but it wasn't SO hard. His special wine was just so special that it was labeled and on it was the words "Special Wine (don't touch or you will be in the don-don.... Except for you Mal-ie, hon-hon, go ahead and bring it to me)"
An hour later Malerie returned to the Throne-Throw Room with a clear bottle filled with a swirling liquid in one hand, and two very detailed golden glasses in the other. "Here you are... sire." She handed him that large bottle, along with one of the glasses.
"Why, you dumbo!"
"I am sorry, sire! What have I done?!" Great, the king was in is 'Meanie-weenie' mood AGAIN.
"Why should you had me a CUP?! They are for WEENIES!" And with that he took both cups and threw them to the floor, creating quite a scene and a mess (which none other than Malerie had to clear up). And then he gulped and gulped and slurped and swallowed until only about half of the still-swirling liquid remained. "Hand this to my... lover!" Demanded the king in such a drunken fashion that Maid Malerie was quite happy to leave the Throne-Throw Room to give the rest of the bottle to King Linkky's "lover" who was none other than the Queen Land. When an hour had elapsed since both rulers drank the liquid, they entered the hallway together, both looking so young and vibrant that one could only imagine them in their late 20's... How? The liquid was a magic kind, which granted youth to the one who drank it.
* * *
"Sir! I found this RASCAL at your door trying to BREAK IN!" and then Guard 1 held up a scrawny mouse.
Part III:
Hickory was walking slowly now. He was ready to give up. He had no water or food, and only one pair of clean socks left! No weapon, no nothing, and STILL no adventure! GLEAM!Something was SHINING, and bright, too! Hickory dug and dug and dug, until his little paws succeeded in unearthing the source of the vibrant light: a bright PINK sword! Hickory had never seen that color (or any other besides PUR-PAL for that matter) before, or anything like it. He had made up his mind... He would keep it FOR-EVA. Yes, adventure really did have its uses!
* * *
"I'm but a poor mouse!" shouted the poor mouse in the chains, for he was all raggedy and gross and smelly and with only one pair of clean socks and thirsty and hungry and scared and tired and cold.
"Why are you HERE?! HUH?? HUH!? Nobody wants you to be here!" Sadly, the king wasn't very smart (and still can't quite tell the difference between a 'b' and a 'd') and never realized that if you give away too much information to the wrong person, mouse, rabbit, bird, cow, pig, etc. then you plans just might get ruined...
"Are you here to restore colors???!!! Who told you that colors are good for people?! I'm not going to kill you right now, os stop shaking and answer my demands!" shouted King Linkky.
"I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-"
"STOP SHAKING!!!"
"*gulp* I-I-I can't explain why. I-I-I don't even kn-know why I am here. M-My mo-mother-"
"That is ENOUGH!" shouted the king. "You SO know what I am talking about. You know that I only like purple because I have a multi-colored rash that I was made fun of for by the school kids and even lovely Land, but once I get rid of all the colors except purple, I didn't have the rash because purple is the only color I am not allergic to. You know that purple was the only color that wasn't on the rash, and so now I ONLY WANT PURPLE! I know you know it! I know you know I know it! SO STOP PRETENDING!" screeched the very purple king.
"He doesn't know, but I do!" shouted Hickory and with that, he drew out a very pretty and shiny sword thats color brought to mind the word 'pink.'
The king jumped up out of his large throne and in 4-5 long seconds he found his magic-filled sword and held it aloft. "You cannot---- AGH!" King Linkky's rash was spreading, because pink was in the room. He was going to have the thing on him again!
After that, many things happened at once: Hickory's cousin can running towards him, the queen started to laugh a high-pitched and ugly laugh, and the guards were off-guard.
Off ran Hickory and Höoky... out the door and to their home, with the king behind them.
THE END
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Water... hmmm, Hickory would get that later, cheese and grapes -- in his leaf sack! Plus, he had extra clothing in his dresser, but he would also get that when he needed to...
* * *
Everything was all set! Every single item needed on Hickory's long 2-hour journey was ready and packed in his small (yet useful) leaf sack.
Time to go!
And like that, Hickory Mai-Rook of the Village Manyän was off, alone and unprotected and out of the safety of his humble abode.
Minutes passed. It started to rain, HARD! Nobody likes hard rain. People like spring showers and baby showers and warm showers. But NOBO-DAY likes hard rain. Especially mice, which just happened to be what the poor young Hickory was. A mouse... that didn't like hard rain, that was in hard rain and headed to the Kings' Castle-Home-A-Boo. Anyway, when the mouse started to get WET and then SOAKED and then DRENCHED, he was not happy, and decided to stop his little walk for a drink. And maybe food.
Hickory saw a BEA-U-TI-FUL Purpallues Tree to climb up and fall fast asleep and eat and eat and eat and drink to his heart's content. Thus, he began to climb and climb the tall tree, getting wetter and wetter in the process, until he reached a most lovely and dry branch to start unpacking. Okay... He got his food out, his... OH NO!! He had forgotten to pack his water thermos, clothing, and probably something else that he forgot to forget! AGH! Oh, just my LUCK! thought that poor drench, semi-hungry, bad-smelling, really thirsty, scared, tired, cold mouse who felt so little and alone on the large Purpallues Tree that was about one mile from home.
He would continue on though! He was a tough mouse! He would do it!
And of course that was what he did, but because the rest of his walk was boring, I shall spare you the time and tell you that it was boring. In the time that it would take me, the writer, to tell you of what he did on his most dreary walk, let me instead inform you on what the rumblings were in the Palace of Dreams, or King Linkky's Kings' Castle-Home-A-Boo...
Part II:
"Malerie, you have forgotten to bring me my wine!" shouted King Linkky. "The special one, OK?"
This was the norm. behavior of the king; to only explain things in that most unexplainable, inexplainable, useless way. And of course, he didn't feel as though the Maid Malerie couldn't figure it out on her own. Bah, she had the smarts to know just what was going on, right? Haha, WRONG. This young woman was forced to guess at what the old king wanted, but it wasn't SO hard. His special wine was just so special that it was labeled and on it was the words "Special Wine (don't touch or you will be in the don-don.... Except for you Mal-ie, hon-hon, go ahead and bring it to me)"
An hour later Malerie returned to the Throne-Throw Room with a clear bottle filled with a swirling liquid in one hand, and two very detailed golden glasses in the other. "Here you are... sire." She handed him that large bottle, along with one of the glasses.
"Why, you dumbo!"
"I am sorry, sire! What have I done?!" Great, the king was in is 'Meanie-weenie' mood AGAIN.
"Why should you had me a CUP?! They are for WEENIES!" And with that he took both cups and threw them to the floor, creating quite a scene and a mess (which none other than Malerie had to clear up). And then he gulped and gulped and slurped and swallowed until only about half of the still-swirling liquid remained. "Hand this to my... lover!" Demanded the king in such a drunken fashion that Maid Malerie was quite happy to leave the Throne-Throw Room to give the rest of the bottle to King Linkky's "lover" who was none other than the Queen Land. When an hour had elapsed since both rulers drank the liquid, they entered the hallway together, both looking so young and vibrant that one could only imagine them in their late 20's... How? The liquid was a magic kind, which granted youth to the one who drank it.
* * *
"Sir! I found this RASCAL at your door trying to BREAK IN!" and then Guard 1 held up a scrawny mouse.
Part III:
Hickory was walking slowly now. He was ready to give up. He had no water or food, and only one pair of clean socks left! No weapon, no nothing, and STILL no adventure! GLEAM!Something was SHINING, and bright, too! Hickory dug and dug and dug, until his little paws succeeded in unearthing the source of the vibrant light: a bright PINK sword! Hickory had never seen that color (or any other besides PUR-PAL for that matter) before, or anything like it. He had made up his mind... He would keep it FOR-EVA. Yes, adventure really did have its uses!
* * *
"I'm but a poor mouse!" shouted the poor mouse in the chains, for he was all raggedy and gross and smelly and with only one pair of clean socks and thirsty and hungry and scared and tired and cold.
"Why are you HERE?! HUH?? HUH!? Nobody wants you to be here!" Sadly, the king wasn't very smart (and still can't quite tell the difference between a 'b' and a 'd') and never realized that if you give away too much information to the wrong person, mouse, rabbit, bird, cow, pig, etc. then you plans just might get ruined...
"Are you here to restore colors???!!! Who told you that colors are good for people?! I'm not going to kill you right now, os stop shaking and answer my demands!" shouted King Linkky.
"I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-"
"STOP SHAKING!!!"
"*gulp* I-I-I can't explain why. I-I-I don't even kn-know why I am here. M-My mo-mother-"
"That is ENOUGH!" shouted the king. "You SO know what I am talking about. You know that I only like purple because I have a multi-colored rash that I was made fun of for by the school kids and even lovely Land, but once I get rid of all the colors except purple, I didn't have the rash because purple is the only color I am not allergic to. You know that purple was the only color that wasn't on the rash, and so now I ONLY WANT PURPLE! I know you know it! I know you know I know it! SO STOP PRETENDING!" screeched the very purple king.
"He doesn't know, but I do!" shouted Hickory and with that, he drew out a very pretty and shiny sword thats color brought to mind the word 'pink.'
The king jumped up out of his large throne and in 4-5 long seconds he found his magic-filled sword and held it aloft. "You cannot---- AGH!" King Linkky's rash was spreading, because pink was in the room. He was going to have the thing on him again!
After that, many things happened at once: Hickory's cousin can running towards him, the queen started to laugh a high-pitched and ugly laugh, and the guards were off-guard.
Off ran Hickory and Höoky... out the door and to their home, with the king behind them.
THE END
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Sunday, October 28, 2012
The PERFECT thing for COLD WEATHER
This SORT OF goes with my semi-strict theme of writing and stories and SUCH, but I felt like my friends and family and followers (wanna be the first?? :P) and subscribers (again, you can be the FIRST) and commenters (you can be the 4th, I know, it is really sad *teardrop*) and so forth might want to know this, esp. because here in New Orleans we have a REAL cold front. Not like 70 degrees, but actually lows in the FORTIES! Can you believe it?! I can really wear a sweater and scarves, not just on wackytacky day! YAAAHHOOOO!!
So here is something that you might want to do on a sleepover or something or just MOVIE NIGHT with the special guy/gal/unknown (they actually have "unknown" or "other" on info sheets that you fill out when they ask your gender... HA.) Anyway... YEAH. :P
1. Have HOT HOT HOT choco. (I don't need to heat it up, when I touch anything it heats up and says "Hot!" HEEHEEE)
2. Those cozy blankets that are all fuzzy and warm and happy
3. A movie. Preferably a happy one, because on a cold night you DO NOT need to watch something that ends with the snow monster eating the girl and then the guy kills the monster, but is forever alone, but then when he gives up all hope in finding love, a hot chick comes by and they marry and he forgets ALL about his first love... Yeah the one that died because of that snow monster... Get something happy, like Revenge of the Bridesmaids
4. FOOD. I will not/cannot/refuse not/will not/cannot/so will not etc. live if I don't have popcorn with cinnamon and sugar sprinkled all over while I watch my happy movie. WILL NOT LIVE!
5a. AFTER THE MOVIE... You need to hug your gal (this is for MAINLY guys if you are having one of those movie nights) and then drive her home and then say goodbye and give her a fleeting kiss and then hug her and she hugs you back then she kisses you and then you guys hug one more time and then the dad comes and you get all embarrassed and so on (I watch WAY too many romantic comedies)
5b. (this is for the gals who are watching a movie with the guy at his house) You watch the movie and he tries to put his arm around you and you look all funny at him and then you let him put his arm around you and then the movie is over, but not before there is that really sad scene and you cry and he hugs you and you hug him and then he drives you to your house and you say goodbye and he gives you this AH-MAZING kiss and then hugs you, but you kiss him and then you hug and then your dad comes to see why he heard the door OPEN but not close and then he sees that you guys are KISS-EN-ING and he gives the guy this disapproving look and you kinda go "heeehee" nervously and creep back in... THE END :P
See?? Try it and it will be F-U-N (but only if you have fun will it be so)
So here is something that you might want to do on a sleepover or something or just MOVIE NIGHT with the special guy/gal/unknown (they actually have "unknown" or "other" on info sheets that you fill out when they ask your gender... HA.) Anyway... YEAH. :P
1. Have HOT HOT HOT choco. (I don't need to heat it up, when I touch anything it heats up and says "Hot!" HEEHEEE)
2. Those cozy blankets that are all fuzzy and warm and happy
3. A movie. Preferably a happy one, because on a cold night you DO NOT need to watch something that ends with the snow monster eating the girl and then the guy kills the monster, but is forever alone, but then when he gives up all hope in finding love, a hot chick comes by and they marry and he forgets ALL about his first love... Yeah the one that died because of that snow monster... Get something happy, like Revenge of the Bridesmaids
4. FOOD. I will not/cannot/refuse not/will not/cannot/so will not etc. live if I don't have popcorn with cinnamon and sugar sprinkled all over while I watch my happy movie. WILL NOT LIVE!
5a. AFTER THE MOVIE... You need to hug your gal (this is for MAINLY guys if you are having one of those movie nights) and then drive her home and then say goodbye and give her a fleeting kiss and then hug her and she hugs you back then she kisses you and then you guys hug one more time and then the dad comes and you get all embarrassed and so on (I watch WAY too many romantic comedies)
5b. (this is for the gals who are watching a movie with the guy at his house) You watch the movie and he tries to put his arm around you and you look all funny at him and then you let him put his arm around you and then the movie is over, but not before there is that really sad scene and you cry and he hugs you and you hug him and then he drives you to your house and you say goodbye and he gives you this AH-MAZING kiss and then hugs you, but you kiss him and then you hug and then your dad comes to see why he heard the door OPEN but not close and then he sees that you guys are KISS-EN-ING and he gives the guy this disapproving look and you kinda go "heeehee" nervously and creep back in... THE END :P
See?? Try it and it will be F-U-N (but only if you have fun will it be so)
Saturday, October 13, 2012
My FIRST story!!
Hi-ho peepies! This is a story that I wrote when my teacher gave me a picture of a tiny door, telling us that it needed to be scary, but without any gore or blood or bad stuff... Heheheeeee ;D
ENJOY!!
Discouraging
Even the window was dark, dark as night, but it was only 12:02 PM. Just that. "Father surely wants me dead. He wants me gone," thought little Sage. She had dark brown hair with vibrant yellow highlights that cascaded down her back and light blue eyes that could coax a lion to do a jig. Yet nobody could see them in the evil and vile darkness that seemed to swallow everyone and everything.
BOOM. CLICK. BOOM. CLICK. BOOM. CLICK.
The sounds got closer and closer. They got louder and louder. Sage knew it was Father coming. Coming. Coming.
Her heart was pounding -- She was sure she had seen the doorknob turn. No. Father might just be getting his coat. It was cold outside, and Father had to work. Maybe all he needed was a jacket.
BOOM. CLICK. BOOM. CLICK. BOOM.
Sage whimpered like a wounded dog. She ducked under her bed, hoping with all her little heart that it would provide protection. Only hoping. Wishing.
Sage couldn't hear a thing. Not only was it dark, it was as silent as an abandoned town. Then... "Sage, dear, Father says you may come out." That was Mother! She would never lie! She wouldn't listen to the will of Father, she would do what was right!
"Coming, Mother!"
CLICK. BOOM.
"Mother! Wake up! Everything will be alright! Please... PLEASE!!"
"Sage, dear," a menacing voice with evil wrapped around it said, "Mother is. . . . . sleeping. Let her rest. Come to me."
"N-No!"
"Now."
Slowly, Sage walked forward. Wishing. Wishing. Wanting. Hoping.
CLICK. BOOM. SCREAM.
"Goodnight, Sage."
ENJOY!!
Discouraging
Even the window was dark, dark as night, but it was only 12:02 PM. Just that. "Father surely wants me dead. He wants me gone," thought little Sage. She had dark brown hair with vibrant yellow highlights that cascaded down her back and light blue eyes that could coax a lion to do a jig. Yet nobody could see them in the evil and vile darkness that seemed to swallow everyone and everything.
BOOM. CLICK. BOOM. CLICK. BOOM. CLICK.
The sounds got closer and closer. They got louder and louder. Sage knew it was Father coming. Coming. Coming.
Her heart was pounding -- She was sure she had seen the doorknob turn. No. Father might just be getting his coat. It was cold outside, and Father had to work. Maybe all he needed was a jacket.
BOOM. CLICK. BOOM. CLICK. BOOM.
Sage whimpered like a wounded dog. She ducked under her bed, hoping with all her little heart that it would provide protection. Only hoping. Wishing.
Sage couldn't hear a thing. Not only was it dark, it was as silent as an abandoned town. Then... "Sage, dear, Father says you may come out." That was Mother! She would never lie! She wouldn't listen to the will of Father, she would do what was right!
"Coming, Mother!"
CLICK. BOOM.
"Mother! Wake up! Everything will be alright! Please... PLEASE!!"
"Sage, dear," a menacing voice with evil wrapped around it said, "Mother is. . . . . sleeping. Let her rest. Come to me."
"N-No!"
"Now."
Slowly, Sage walked forward. Wishing. Wishing. Wanting. Hoping.
CLICK. BOOM. SCREAM.
"Goodnight, Sage."
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Just Tellin' Ya!
Hi-ho peeps! I just wanted to tell you what is COMING UP!
I have been writing a story, and I have recently finished that 1st chapter! I will post it up and if you would kindly tell me some little details that I could add (or maybe something I should take away) I would be EVER SO HAPPY and SUPER READY to accept those and touch up my story!
You guys are my editors! Yay!!
I just wanted to say thank you to all of the people who have decided to comment on this BLOG, because it really does feel good to 1., Have positive comments and 2., Have a bunch of help writing
So just keep that in mind when someone says, "I think that you should change..." you don't have to take it personally, but think "Hey, that was some useful help.. THANKS! :)"
<3 you guys and I can't wait to post some more on my FREE TIME... Haha, I have a TON of free time, it's just that I meant to say "When I'm not too lazy" HA.
<3 <3
I have been writing a story, and I have recently finished that 1st chapter! I will post it up and if you would kindly tell me some little details that I could add (or maybe something I should take away) I would be EVER SO HAPPY and SUPER READY to accept those and touch up my story!
You guys are my editors! Yay!!
I just wanted to say thank you to all of the people who have decided to comment on this BLOG, because it really does feel good to 1., Have positive comments and 2., Have a bunch of help writing
So just keep that in mind when someone says, "I think that you should change..." you don't have to take it personally, but think "Hey, that was some useful help.. THANKS! :)"
<3 you guys and I can't wait to post some more on my FREE TIME... Haha, I have a TON of free time, it's just that I meant to say "When I'm not too lazy" HA.
<3 <3
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Limerick :)
Here's a Limerick I wrote for The Lord of the Rings:
There once was a guy named Pippin
He was on a tree a-tippin
a-laughing all day
a-smoking away
He started to fear orcs nippin'
Some Poetry :)
Here are a few haikus that I took the time to write :)
Spring
Spring has come along
Birds chattering and flying
New generations
Willow
Animals living
Willow a-blowing all 'round
Wind is ending here
Rainbow
It will rain tonight
Then a rainbow shall emerge
And show its true colors
Waterfall
The waterfall flows
The waterfall is moving
Splish splosh; it's falling
Thanks for reading!! Enjoy!
The Beginning!
Hi everyone!! This is a new blog, as you can see, and you might be wondering a few things...
1. Why is this blog called "Flying Thoughts"
I think that people need to let their imagination FLY, and what better way to do it then have FLYING THOUGHTS?? *-*
2. What is this blog for?
I really really like to write, and having a blog with all of my writing will help me a., be organized and b., share what I have written and get (kind) reader comments. :)
3. Who ARE you?
I am Gracie. As you can tell, I am a writer, I have a crazy imagination, and well, I am what I like to call "a panda" I eat when I am either VERY HAPPY or sad. I eat normally when I am average. I don't eat when I am super sad. Know me better now??
Thanks so much for coming on here, and I can't wait to start posting!! <3 <3
1. Why is this blog called "Flying Thoughts"
I think that people need to let their imagination FLY, and what better way to do it then have FLYING THOUGHTS?? *-*
2. What is this blog for?
I really really like to write, and having a blog with all of my writing will help me a., be organized and b., share what I have written and get (kind) reader comments. :)
3. Who ARE you?
I am Gracie. As you can tell, I am a writer, I have a crazy imagination, and well, I am what I like to call "a panda" I eat when I am either VERY HAPPY or sad. I eat normally when I am average. I don't eat when I am super sad. Know me better now??
Thanks so much for coming on here, and I can't wait to start posting!! <3 <3
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