Saturday, October 16, 2010
The Dream Seer
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Something New
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Amelia Earhart
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Vampier: I WORSHIP you!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dracula: Wha..???!?!?!
Vampier: <3 <3 <3!!!!!!
Claudaria: Dad! Leave him alone!
Infublo here, she just came up with that during Soc. Studies. It was funny, and I couldn't figure why she was cracking up while we were talking about girls dying in the streets of China..... and communism...
I know. I know...
Couldn't help it. Vampier sure does love Dracuala... ;-)
Cheerio, peeps!
P.S. Infublo's exagerating. We were not talking about girls dying in the streets of China.
yes we WERE!!!
Monday, December 14, 2009
Really Fun
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Don't Ask the Author... Ask Them!
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Nothing to Say!
Friday, November 27, 2009
Still in NY
I've now had the best pizza in the world twice this week. In Riverdale, in the Bronx, there is this one place called Salvatores of Soho. THEY HAVE THE BEST PIZZA IN THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yep.
Listening to Second Chance by Shinedown. I borrowed the copy of Midnight for Charlie Bone, the first in the series, that I gave my cousin, 'cuz he hasn't read it yet, and I'm rereading it for who knows how many times. Started this morning. Should be done by one tomorrow afternoon.
Coming home tomorrow. I'll post pics and stuff... Yeah. Bye!
Cheerio, peeps!
P.S. I wrote a new story for Twi. I might post my ideas on Sunday, or something.
Friday, November 6, 2009
Prologue-1777
Prologue-1777
James Ward woke up staring at the canopy on a bed. He blinked his eyes, trying to remember. He had been somewhere… He shook his head, trying to remember, and promptly cracked it against the headboard.
“Ouch!” he cried out in small pain, but mostly surprise.
He heard a little giggle, that sounded almost like; “Abigail?” James’s voice shook as he asked, almost afraid to know the answer, whether or not it was his dead little sister.
“No,” said the girl. James immediately knew it wasn’t her, even without the negative answer. “I am sorry. But, no, I am not a ghost, nor a demon. I am not here to haunt you.” She answered all his unspoken questions.
“Who are you, then?” James was rough with his question. He was a soldier, even though he was only 15. He had fought in the front lines with General Washington. He wasn’t about to be intimidated by a little girl.
“You know me. I saved your life.”
“It was you?!” he asked in great surprise as his memory came back in a flood. He had been shot in the arm, in searing pain. He had tried to go back to tents, but he wasn’t quick enough. He was going to be shot, either by a red coat or one of their cannons, as he lay on the ground, bleeding, but he had been pulled out of the way with his uninjured arm. He had lost consciousness after that.
“Yes.” Her answers were always simple, straight to the point. It was very frustrating; she hadn’t gotten to the points he wanted to cover a single time yet. To add insult to injury she was still hiding in the shadows.
“Well, could you at least come out, then? I need to be able to thank you properly, after all,” James coaxed her.
The little girl stepped into the light of the few candles in the room. Her hair was black and very long. It was tied up in a way he had never seen before. Her hair was up in two ponytails, on the sides of her head. She wore a long white dress with flowing sleeves, like the princesses in some of the illustrations of the books he had read to Abigail when she was very little. Her eyes were pitch black, but they seemed very kind, to him.
“Who are you?” James asked again. “Are you a witch?”
“No, I’m not a witch. But close. I am a goddess. My name is Twilight Dawn.”
“And what do you have to do with me?”
“By saving your life I have put many things in motion. There is a future ahead for us both that will be different than anything either of us has ever encountered. And you will be my brother throughout it all.”
“What?” he was so confused.
Twilight smiled slightly. “I am not human, but you can tell, of course, can’t you. You have no reason to stay human. You will become like me, and out of choice, too. You will be reborn.”
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Be Silent
Friday, October 9, 2009
Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Random story time.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
The Bracelets
Monday, July 27, 2009
My book
“I don’t quite remember. I know she was in a different country. There’s a legend about these bracelets.”
“May I hear it?”
“Sure.” He paused for a few moments. Then he said, sheepishly, “First I need to remember it.” He ducked his head rather guiltily.
I smiled and gave a little laugh. “That’s okay. I’ll give you a little while.”
After sitting together quietly for about ten minutes Nathaniel finally said, “I still can’t remember the whole story, but I remember what the bracelet is for.”
“Okay, that’s good enough.”
“Well, what happens with the bracelet is that the mother is supposed to give it to her sons. There are always six beads. Half of them are the boy’s favorite colors. The other half’s colors all have something to do with the description of their 'soul mate'.”
I could hear the skepticism in his voice as he said that, almost see the quotation marks that his voice implied around those two little words. But, as I looked again at the bracelet, I couldn’t help but notice that three beads were a very similar shade of gold to my eyes and there were black speckles on them that look quite similar to my hair.