Showing posts with label story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label story. Show all posts

Saturday, October 16, 2010

The Dream Seer

"How do you stand it?" I asked him. "Doesn't it feel so much like prying? Don't you hate it?"
He smiled benignly down at me, where I sat on the floor, at his feet. "Of course I feel like I'm prying, Esmeralda. But it's what I am, what I do. There really isn't much more I can say to that. Besides, in people dreams, I see their fears, their hopes, their wishes... Their desires. And then I can give them what they want, and in return I will get what I want."
"But, Sir... I still don't understand why you do it..." I played with the edge of my blue dress, tugging at the lace, just so I wouldn't have to look up at him. I knew what his face would look like, though. Smiling benignly, his dark eyes placid and unreadable behind his spectacles.
"Yes, I suppose you wouldn't. For my whole life, I have been able to see into people dreams while they sleep."
"That's kind of scary..."
"I suppose it is. But I'm used to it by now, Princess."
"I guess you would be..."
He laughed at me. "Are you implying that I'm old?"
"Um... Maybe?"
Before he could say anything more, my tutor knocked on the library door. "Esmeralda, it's time for your lessons. And the queen would like to speak with you, Mr. Jakobs."
"Of course." He stood, and so did I. "Good-bye, Princess." He bowed to me.
I curtsied back. "Sir."

Liar. That's what he was. A con. He couldn't see people's dreams, he could read people. That's all. Liar. My mother made him leave the kingdom, banned him for her rein. And she didn't see any reason to ban him for longer. She was younger than him, and she expected to be living for a long, long time. But she didn't. I was the queen before my 16th year.


What do you think? This may or may not turn out to be an entirly unrelated prelude to Lee Harken. Esmeralda would be her great-grandma, or great-great-grandma.
And Halloween is next weekend!! Yay!
I'm having a Halloween sleepover with Infublo, Fay, Manya, and Samara. Sorry if you've never heard of them.
Cheerio, peeps!

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Something New

Well, the title says it all.
Recently, I've been in a bit of a creative slump. I haven't written on my other blog much either. I think I know the reason too. (No, you won't hear it on this post.)
So, anyway, I just recently went onto Cranberry's blog and... SAW HER GOOD-BYE POST! :-O
But it got me thinking. I don't want to end up say, "Hey, guys, this has been fun and all, but I gotta go now. Catch ya' around!"
No way. This is more important, to me at least, than that. So I'll be working on posting more. I do NOT want to see this turned into one of my unfinished works. I've had a few...
My original book idea. It was great for little kids, like I was when I started it, but it just didn't work. I even tried to start writing it... Then it just crashed. This will not be like that.
I've got some more trip pictures to upload. I'll try and add some of the ones I've worked on already.

Cheerio, peeps.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Amelia Earhart

Vampier: You do realize she's not ACTUALLY Amelia Earhart, right Starr?
Starr: She's NOT?!?! But WHY?!?!
Vampier: Because Earhart's dead.
Starr: But... But... But..!!!
Vampier: *pat on the head, walk away*

Just boredom during math yesterday.
When Starr was a kid she hero-worshipped Amelia Earhart, so when she heard about Ame, well... Yeah.

Happy Groundhog Day!

Cheerio, peeps!

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Dracula: Who the heck are you?!?!
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

Ya' know, I thought writing as Clover was really fun... Not writing the book, although that's amazingly fun too, but writing with her not being scared out of her mind. Just talking randomly. It really seemed like I had gone to her and asked her to write something on my blog. It would be perfectly her, not planing a thing, showing up about half an hour late...
Hahaahaa!

I really think I'm gonna make it into a whole blog...

EEEEKKKK!!!! Next Wednesday (23rd) I go to London!!!!!!!!! EEEEEEEKKKKK! WINTER BREAK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WOOHOO!!
Yeah, I really think I'll make a new blog for it...

Cheerio, peeps!

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Don't Ask the Author... Ask Them!

With author interviews there are usually all these questions people send in to ask the author. Well I've decided that at least once a week (hopefully) I'll write a post about something or other in one of my characters' Pt. of V.s or something. Depending on how it goes/how obsessed I get with it, I might make a new blog with just their POVs.

Should be fun... First one is later today or tomorrow sometime, probably Clover.
I got this idea from Cranberry writing as her alter egos. (Here, Here, and Here.) Thanks for the idea!

Cheerio, peeps!

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Nothing to Say!

Gah! So sorry! I haven't had anything to post in a while, and, really, I still don't...

I'll be done with the second-grade book project soon... I just need to finish a few illustrations...
I can't think of anything to say..!
I still need to up load my photos from NY. I'm going to take the pictures I took at the UN to school, to show at social studies, because we've been learning about stuff like that. Humanities night is on Wednesday, there's a Hanukah carnival tomorrow night, so definitely no posting then, because I volunteered.

VOTE!!!! I can't decide what state to place my trilogy. VOTE!!!!

And what's wrong with me?!?! I keep typing because wrong! Since Thursday!

Oh, and all the people here from the Red Oak newsletter, hey!

VOTE!!!!!
Cheerio, peeps!

P.S. If I finish my homework I'll write up Twi telling Clover and those guys about the way to nullify her and others' powers...
Oooh! In This Twilight by Nine Inch Nails started playing with iTunes on shuffle! Yay! Gotta go listen.

Cheerio, peeps(again)!

Friday, November 27, 2009

Still in NY

Hi. Still in NY... Thanksgiving was great. My one opf my uncles sells books so he took me and my parents to one of the places he buys. It's in a BARN!!!!! So cool.

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

With a yawn I rolled out of my bed. And then almost fell to the floor, still not fully awake. I tried to tame my tangled hair as I searched around for my green tree t-shirt, and cursed the science homework.
I was so busy searching that for a moment I didn't notice my open window.
Weird, I thought to myself, as I went to go check it out. I didn't think I had left my window open last night...
On the sill there was a little, torn piece of paper. It was red and slightly muddy. Written in some of the fanciest script I could have ever imagined, and in what looked like old-fashioned ink pen, were these words...
Be silent

The Name of the Game

Cheerio, peeps.

Friday, October 9, 2009

Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia

Oh! I am SOO sorry I haven't posted anything in so long! I got a really suckish part in the school play, so I was moping. But at least it's a character and I'm not a bird girl. O.O
The title of this post means fear of big words. :-) Look it up.

Ok, here's a new little piece from one of my books, The Name of the Game.

"Who are you? Where have you brought us? Why are we here?" Anthony yelled into the empty air of the big, old house.
Suddenly, the beautiful piano music that had been filling the air cut off. Now there was nothing to guarantee that there was anyone besides us alive in the mansion. The six of us waited in fear, listening to the light, barely discernible footsteps coming down the stairs.
Then, quite unexpectedly, the little girl from the class room was in front of us. She looked about 10, this time. Last time I couldn't tell about what age she was. She wore a long, flowing white dress, with her long, white-blonde hair in pigtails. Unlike last time her eyes were black, instead of red.
"I brought you here," she murmured in response to Anthony's question. "This is my home." Her voice and eyes were too old to belong to a child.
"I brought you here for the help you can give me. I need your help to save my brother, Thanatos."
I and some of the others were shocked. This little girl, who we had seen once in our lives, when she crashed through the windows in the gym, swearing, had just asked us to help her save someone we didn't know, and were all sure that he wasn't human.
However, to all of our surprise, Amy was the first to talk. "Is that right," hissed Amy, harshly. "You're going to make us help you find your brother? We don't even know you!"
The girl had a knowing look when she answered. "I know you better than you think. And no, I'm not going to make you help me save him." After a moment she said, "No, I won't make you help me, but I'm begging for the help." The scariest thing about what she said was that her eyes, while she spoke, turned a dark shade of violet.
She didn't look violent or lethal now, just a sad little girl.
"OH! Of course we'll help you!" I could tell that Amy now felt some of the greatest empathy for the child, having been alone enough of her own life, and from seeing all the deaths.
"But you owe us an explanation," Amanda growled through her teeth. I sighed softly to myself, knowing that she would be the last to help. Again I wondered how twin sisters could be so absoloutly opposite from each other.
"You will know, soon enough. For that I am truly sorry," the child whispered, bowing her head, as if in prayer. After a moment she murmured, quietly, without looking up, "For all the Sights, for all the Admas, I am truly sorry."
Of course that was total nonsense to us at the time.
"Wait a moment. You haven't told us your name yet," said Meahgen quietly.
The girl cocked her head to the side for a moment, as if deciding what to say.
"My name is Twilight Dawn Whispers. I am a Creation."


Creepy, right?
Oh, and by the way... Twilight is NOT a vampire! I don't care if her eyes are red and black! They change to lots of different colors! Here's a list.
Red-angry
Black-normal eye color
Dark violet-sad
Icy blue-dangerously calm (Walks slowly up to you, and snaps your neck because she's out of patience calm.)
Sky blue-very, very happy (Rare eye color for her.)

Oh, and the narrator actually isn't that main a character. Haha. No, she's just there to show how different things can be from one person's point of view to another's.

Cheerio, peeps!

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Random story time.

Ok, today during the unscheduled health class, I used my time wisely, and wrote a mini page-and-a-half story. Now, who wants to read it?
Well, too bad. If you don't want to read it, then stop reading this darn blog, 'cuz you're gonna get a heck of a lot more of my little stories. And don't steal them, 'cuz I mean COME ON! They are MINE!!!!!!!
Anyway, here's the story. (May be I should give you an over-view of the characters in this book sometime... Maybe after I finish my homework...)

Story:

"Hey, Jared," I said, coming to lean on the railing next to him.
"Oh, Collin. Hey, kid," he muttered, giving me a quick glance. Then he went back to staring off the balcony.
"What's up?" I was surprised he hadn't made his usual joke or rude remark, or something.
"Nothin'," he said, shrugging his shoulders and kicked a few pebbles off the side of the balcony.
"C'mon, I know there's something wrong. So, let me ask again; what's wrong?"
Jared grinned. "Li and Feb have been rubbing off on you."
"I dunno. Maybe."
"'Kay, fine. February's what's up."
"Oh?"
"She's so ODD. She freaks the hell out of me! She dresses like one of those really creepy villains on a detective show, or somethin'. And she talks so WEIRD! It's just wrong!"
"Ah, c'mon Jared. She's not all like that." He raised his eyebrows at me.
"Well, duh, she talks weird! She was born in 1906!"
"Yeah, but still," said Jared stubbornly. "I still think she's kind of a (Insert swear here.)."
Suddenly, I was distracted by a slight shimmer in the air behind Jared's shoulder, and February appeared in her long black coat, hair tied back, and eyes glittering. She grinned mischievously.
Jared asked me a question, but I didn't hear it.
All of a sudden he saw my face and paled. "Oh, God. She's behind me, isn't she?" he asked hoarsely.
I nodded mutely.
Slowly, she put her hand on his shoulder, in the perfect position to choke him.
"Jared," she said in a soft, deadly voice. "May I ask what you were just saying about me?"
"Uuumm... I w-was j-j-jus-t sa-saying th-t-that uumm..." he was terrified and stuttering.
"Hm, well, Jared. I'll give you a while to think about that." She squeezed his shoulder, before she started toward the door. He looked as though he was about to faint.
"Oh, and Jared by the way," she said, stopping to look back at us, her hand on the door handle. "You aren't the first to think me odd, although Theodore never thought so."
"Who?" I asked, on Jared's behalf.
"Theodore Giselle. But, I think you know him better as Dr. Seuss."
"What?" I asked. She just smiled and slipped though the barely open door. Jared sunk to the ground in a faint, with relief.

Yep, February was buddies with Dr. Seuss! Oh, and she was born 666. June 6th, 1906!
Jared gets on everyone's nerves. Oh, and Li's full name is Alita. She was born in 1617. And that's where I got my age. I said I was born in 1617, so I'm 392!

Cheerio, peeps!

Sunday, August 2, 2009

The Bracelets

If you read that one post I put up about Nathaniel's bracelet, you'll hopefully be wondering about how all that worked out. (If you are that means my writing is decent enough to keep you interested!) So, I decided to write the piece about Nathaniel's mother buying the bracelets. (Still have no clue where this takes place, though. ARGH!!!!!!!)
This is Nathaniel's mother's POV. Her name was Grace Whittemore.

I pulled the scarf a little lower over my head as I headed toward the Seer's shop. I had an odd feeling of paranoia that I couldn't seem to shake off. I knew it was silly, but I couldn't get rid of it.
I jumped at the little tinkle the bell made as I came in the door.
"Hello, my dear," an old woman's voice said, floating through the dark, musty air of the shop, to me, where I cowered by the door. "How may I help you?"
I steeled my nerves and moved forward. "Um... Yes, hello. I'm here to get some of the (what-ever-the-heck-the-bracelets-are-called. Insert there.)."
The old woman nodded. "Yes, of course."
"I have one son who is turning 13. But I have two other sons. They will be 7 and 10."
She cocked her head to give me a quizzical look. "Hmm. Well, if you're here after the bracelets you must know how they work. And about the age you give it to your boy. So, does that mean you know what will happen in the next few years."
Yes, I had been right to feel paranoid. I shrank back into the scarf again, feeling overwhelmed with guilt and pity for my boys and little girl. "Yes," I whispered. "I have a year, at best."
She nodded. "I won't pry, if you prefer."
"Thank you."
"If you are getting all three now, I need to ask you all the questions. So, let's start. Please sit down."
I found a chair on my side of the counter and sat.
"First, how many children do you have and what are their full names, including middle, and ages?"
"I have four children. My eldest is a girl. Her name is Charollette Sophie Legard, she's 18. My oldest son, the one turning 13, is James Ethan. My 10-year-old is Thomas Arthur. And my youngest, who will turn 7 at the end of October, is Nathaniel Ian."
"Those are very nice, but we will need to disregard the girl for now. Now, do any of your boys have any ideas of what they will become, when they're older?"
"Not really. I know James wants to be a professor, or something of the sort. He's so smart. I don't think Thomas has any ideas, though. Nathaniel has been playing with the idea of becoming a musician. He has played guitar for two years now and he is amazing at it. He's written so many songs!" I smiled at the memory of his first song, dedicated to his older sister and me. He had been so proud of himself.
"Okay. Could you please describe them? After you describe them I would like to see some pictures, but only after."
"Well, James has black hair and black eyes, like his father. Thomas is the same. Nathaniel also has black hair, but his eyes are green, like mine, and his sister's. They all have fairly pale skin, but so do I and my husband."
Then I pulled the boys' school photos out. James was wearing his favorite deep green, button down shirt. Thomas was, sadly, wearing a t-shirt. And Nathaniel was, for some reason, wearing one of his father's tie, over a deep blue, button down. His hair still wasn't brushed. I could never get him to brush his hair. Maybe he already knew that even though I complained about his hair, it truly did suit him, the messy, black hair.
The woman smiled. "You have three very good looking boys. Now, what are each of their two favorite colors?"
I had to think about that for a moment. "I know Nathaniel's are black and dark blue. I believe that James's favorite colors are dark green and a kind of gold-orange color. Thomas likes silver and red."
The old woman nodded to herself. "Yes," she said looking back at me. "Those sound right. I'll be back in a moment. I need to find your sons' bracelets."
I waited quietly, looking around, but not really seeing. I knew I would not meet the girls these bracelets went to, if they ever did end up some where, but I hoped they would help my boys make the right decision about who they spent their lives with.
After about 15 minutes the woman came back. "I have found your boys' bracelets," she said, handing them to me. I looked down at them.
One had silver and red beads, along with three blue and brown beads. I hoped that didn't mean the girl Thomas would love had blue hair, but I had a funny feeling it might. James's had three green and orange beads, with three plain brown beads. Although, I could detect a slight difference in the shades of brown. And Nathaniel's... It was very interesting. It had his three black and blue beads, but the other three were quite strange. They were black and a gold color that I had never before seen as hair, but I certainly couldn't see how she could have gold eyes. That was absurd. Wasn't it?
I left the shop still feeling jumpy.

Creepy, isn't it? Poor Grace. She already knows that she's gonna die, and she didn't tell her kids! :-( And she doesn't know how horrible her husband's gonna turn out! (Dieudonne Legard tries to kill Artemis a lot.) And she doesn't know that her little boy's love really DOES have gold eyes! Poor Grace. Her dying made James change his mind. Till she died he wanted to be a professor, with a Ph.D. and stuff. When she did die he decided to be a doctor of medicine, to make people better, and not have little kids go through what he did. Poor Grace. :-(

Monday, July 27, 2009

My book

So, in my book I created a myth. I still haven't decided where it's supposed to have come from, and I doubt I ever will. But the story was so wonderful I couldn't resist writing it. So, here is the myth, along with some of Artemis's and Nathaniel's commentary to what THEY think of it. A lot of it isn't actually what I think.

“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.

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