A Little Something

    So awhile back I was reading Poet's blog, (if you have not read it, you really ought to) and I noticed one very interesting post she made in which you get to meet your own characters.  I decided to write one for two of mine, but I did not know it was meant for you to meet them while Christmas shopping, so this ended up into just simply meeting them at some random point in time.
    I want to note, however, that I am meeting these characters in modern times, because it seemed much easier this way, even though the book they are in is much more medieval.  Here it is:

    I shivered as I ran down the street and into the candy shop.  I could nearly see my breath as the door closed behind me.
   "Let's make this quick."  I muttered under my breath.  I ran down the isle, wondering which candies would be best for making a cupcake look like a squirrel, when I saw her out of the corner of my eye.
    There, standing on her knees, was a rather tall girl.  Her hair was a strong red and her skin was a bit tanned, but most of all, she was tall.  About as tall as an average, full grown man.
    She was staring at a gumball machine at the end of the isle, longingly, like she hadn't eaten in a week and she found a steak in a cage.  I couldn't help but stare.
    She must have heard me, however, because she quickly looked at me and made a small jump, even though I was staring for some time.  She sighed, though, and smiled at me.
    "Somethin' in my hair?"  She asked, acting much more relaxed then before.
    "Ah, no.  I was just wondering why you were staring at that machine."  I said, pointing at it.  She had caught me off guard, so I wasn't sure what to do.
    However, she laughed a a bit at this.  "Oh, that?  I was just wishing I could have one of them, to be honest, but Merle took all of the money, so I don't have enough."
     "That so?"  I said, not expecting an answer, which of course she gave none, for she went back to staring at the machine.
    Her dark brown eyes stared at it hopelessly, although the ring on her nose and her ruff clothes made her look less innocent and even more strange.
    I sighed, thinking she was the one who was hopeless.  "I'll get you one then, but don't go asking for another one, or you'll get sick."  I said this while dropping a coin in it, popping out a red gumball.
    Her eyes began to sparkle with joy as it fell in her hands, then stared at me as if I were a ray of light in the darkness.  She nearly pushed me to the ground as she jumped up and hugged me, crushing me from her tight hold.
    "Thank you so much!  You are such a wonderful person!"  She squealed, as she popped the gumball into her mouth, and I somehow managed to get out of her grasp.  Even though I was still feeling a bit of pain from her odd hug, I couldn't help but laugh.
    "Calm down!  It's just a gumball, after all."  I managed to control the laughter, but she was still smiling.
    "You're just like Merle, though I wish he'd laugh and smile more like you do.  He's nice, but he'll never admit it."  She said this, giggling to herself.
    "Who's Mer-"
    "Oye, Reid, what did I tell you about talking about me to strangers?"  I heard behind me.  I quickly looked behind me, startled.
    It was a boy, about as tall as me, with dull black hair, nearly black eyes, and very pale skin.  He wore complete black clothes, looking a bit like death to me, and a bit annoyed.
   "You're Merle?"  I asked, nervously.  He, most likely, could do nothing to me, sense he was rather small, but he still didn't seem like someone you'd want to mess with.  Plus, he was looking more annoyed, unlike Reid.
    "He may not look it, but he's sixteen like me."  She said this, ignoring what Merle said, and walked over to him, hugging him.
    I simply stared in shock.  They weren't even close to being the same size, yet they were the same age?
    However, he was looking very annoyed now, and a bit embarrassed, seeing how his face was getting red. "You really should listen to me!  You know I don't like it when you talk about me, talk to strangers, and randomly hug me!  Reid, people are going to think I'm your child!"  He looked like he was going to explode.
    Reid, however, was laughing as she walked Merle to the door.  "Calm down, calm down!  Is it so terrible to hug you?"
    "But-"
    "Oh, thanks for the candy, Gumball!"  Reid yelled at me, cutting off Merle's rant, and ran out of the door, holding his hand.
    I stood there in shock.  "What was that all about?"

    I know it's not very good, but I'm happy with it.  Both of these characters are going to be in Morgen's Tale (still looking for a better name).
    A terrible thing about making a book with a lot of characters is that you fall in love with all of the characters BUT the main character.  Grace has been rather annoyed and lonely by that fact, as have Hunter, Lacey, and Ivory.  I hope to soon start posting more about these characters.

Updates On The Runaways and The Birth Of A New Tale

    As the title says, I've been working on The Runaways. (that's not it's real name, but I've got nothing better as of now, so for now we're going to be giving it that name)  But to be honest, it's barely even the same book.  I dare to say it's become something else COMPLETELY.  I've changed how all of the character's look, their past, the plot, EVERYTHING.  The only thing that might still be the same is a few of the character's names.
    Anyways, I don't have any bits of The Runaways to give you, but I do have two poems to explain, of course, two of the characters.  There are three main characters in this book, Grace (the main character), Morgen (second main character), and Hunter (third main character).  I only have poems of Grace and Morgen as of now, but I will make another update once I have made one for Hunter.  Here is Grace's poem:

The Girl of Fear

They gasp for air when they glimpse her hair

They scream when her emerald eyes find them

They are scared of the unknown

Scared of what looks them in the eye

They hide from her presence

They run from her touch

They are scared of the bold

Scared of the night

They break when they feel her

They watch her when she runs

They do not understand free kindness

They are shocked of her swiftness

What is one to do with these reactions?

What should one do when left alone with the dark?

Whatever they want to do

When one is feared, they can do many things

    Her character has changed a lot, but I really like her.  The normal text in the poem is Grace speaking, so when she says " her " she's talking about herself.  The italic is meant to be part of Grace's mind, I think. 

     It doesn't explain a lot of what she looks like in the poem, but she has black hair with pale skin and, like the poem says, emerald eyes.  As for her age, she's around 14.  Her personality has changed a lot.  She went from wearing a mask to saying everything that is on her mind.  She's the kind of girl who doesn't think everything through, but is very open about how she feels (or so she appears).  In her mind, she doesn't believe in holding back because no one ever held back on her.

   And now here is Morgen's poem:

Demon and Human

"Demon or human..."  She muttered under her breath

Tearing the rose apart till one petal was left

Though deaf to the pain running through her fingers

She held onto the flower covered with thorns

And let the blood linger

"Pulling out the evil in me," she said

"Like green horns of the devil."

As she felt the words "Human" written on the last petal

She could hear the girl's dying breath

And tears mixed with the blood

As she heard the words "I expected nothing less."

"Blood and tears," she cried

As the ends of her white hair soaked in it

"There is no better color for me than blood and tears."

    As you can tell, Morgen is a very depressing person.  This poem is meant to reveal her past a bit.
    She has short, light blond hair, so that it nearly looks white, her skin a bit less pale then Grace's, and blue eyes.  She would be 15 around the beginning of The Runaways.  She is normally very bright and a little bit girly, but when she takes off that mask she's very depressed, confused, and a bit mentally disturbed.  I wanted to get the point across in the poem that she hates herself very much, to the point she in numb to the pain of thorns stabbing into her fingers, letting herself bleed.  

    She has a very long story, so I am planning on writing her a short story of her own, showing her life up until she meets Grace.  I don't have a name for it yet, however, so for now I am going to call it Morgen's Tale.  

    That's all I have for now, I shall post another update on both of these books soon.

The Runaways Reborn?

     Okay,  I know I ended this book not too long ago, and I might just be running back and forth, but I'm thinking about starting it up again.

     Why?  It started with a thought.  A little quote that I thought would be good to put in a book.  Problem is, it doesn't work for the book I am currently working on.  Also, because of this little quote, I've thought of a new idea behind The Runaways.

     If I do indeed start this book up again, I am going to be changing A LOT.
     First off:  The strange werewolf and vampire things are going.  As much as I find these creatures interesting, in the end it would just turn into another book where people are reminded of Twilight, and in all honesty, we have enough of those.  If I do have anything supernatural in it, I might add some magic.  Most likely not anything too crazy, though.
     Second:  I might change the time period of this.  Modern would be okay, but I've been thinking it might be more interesting if it was more Medieval.  No matter how many times you think about it, swords, bows and arrows are just beautiful.  Not to mention all the other wonderful things of that time period.  I do not know a single person who thinks that the Medieval times were idiotic.
     Third:  It will need a new name.  The Runaways is an OKAY name, but I don't think an OKAY name is going to work.

    So, that's most of the main things I'd be changing.  For those of you who are curious about the thought I had, here it is:

    "Sometimes I close my eyes and imagine things.  Things like 'What if he came back?' 'What if people liked me?'  I imagine that, and I end up feeling sad.  Because just for a moment, I really believe it was all true."

    That would be Grace saying that, I think.  I'm rather found of the quote, though I have no idea if it is any good.

    So, my question is, do any of you have an opinion on this?  Do you want me to start the book up again?  I'm just a little curious, but I'd love to hear people's opinions.

    I will not, however, be dropping the book I am currently working on.  I love it too much to let it die.

   That is all I have to say...  So yeah, thank you to those who share their opinions.  Hope to give you all a update soon!

"Lacey could name me, though!"

     Lacey stared at the girl for awhile.  Her white hair was slightly in her hazel eyes, that nearly glowed with love, joy, and hope.  Her dress gently lay around her, covered with frills and lace.  For an odd reason, one name stood out for her.
     "What about...  Ivory?"

A Random Quote

     She had always been watched, always been followed by some fake joy, but now there was nothing, and it was beautiful to her.

     A lil bit of my book I'm working on.  I've only got down three pages of it, but oh my gosh...  I love this book!  I think that it is true that every author is their own biggest fan, because we know our own characters the best, we see the world they are in the best, and we might even understand the characters and everything around them the most.

Update on the Book

     So, shockingly I am able to work on the first chapter, it's not finished but I am working on it (THE SHOCK).  I promised I would post again once I found a picture that fits Lacey, and here it is:

     I would think Lacey's eyes would be more of a pale blue, but as soon as I saw this I thought of Lacey.  Clearly she does not go walking around dressed like this, I think that if she stays in "The Mansion" she would look like this.
     Clearly I can't just simply make a post out of one picture, so I am going to give you a small bit of what I've already Written.  Here you go:

     Everything about this mansion would've warned someone away, but instead it was drawing Lacey closer, as if it had been waiting for her.  She wasn't sure if it was safe, if someone was still there, let alone if there was someone who could help her back to her class.  All she knew was that this place felt real, more real than anything she had ever seen.

     That is all I have to say.  I will be posting another bit soon.

Dare: Truth Hiding In Tears

     Hello again!  It's been awhile sense I did one of these, but I this one keeps coming back to me, so I must share it.

     So I've been looking around Pintrest a lot (you know you've got to love it), and one time while I was looking around I found a post saying that people who smile when they are in pain are strong.  I couldn't help but stare at it, confused.

     I mean honestly, how many of us can honestly smile while we are in pain?  I mean I understand when people are able to smile when they find things they are thankful for through the pain, but how many of us do that?  I wish we did it more often, but we don't.

     Most of the time, when we smile when we are in pain, we're only trying to hide our feelings.  I know it's true because I've done it tons of times, and I am pretty sure everyone else has too.  When we feel like our world is falling down we're too scared to let people know how we feel because we're worried they'll laugh at our pain or won't take us seriously.  We always grab the mask with a pretty smile and hide our tear stained face, because we're too scared to trust.

     That is what I was thinking for hours after I saw it, but I realised something later on.  Why are we so scared to trust people?  What happened to everyone that made us stop telling the truth and start spilling out lies when we are broken?  If you walk up to someone today and be honest with them, they look at you like there is something wrong with you.   Shouldn't it be the other way around?

     We have carved into our minds that we can't trust anyone, when there are tons of people who care about you and want to help you through your pain.  I know that is true because I believed that I could trust no one for a long time, and that no one cared, and I am pretty sure tons of people feel the same.  You see it everywhere.  And if you find it hard to believe that people care, put yourself in their shoes.  Lets say someone you care about is obviously not okay, but they won't tell you what is going on because they don't think you care and they can't trust you.  Honestly, I would feel like crying right on the spot.  Don't you think that's how everyone else feels?

     And what is so bad about being honest with yourself and others?  If they don't care about how you feel they're not worth your time, don't you think?  When people ask me how I have been doing, I tell them the truth because I know they really want to know.  I know it's not always that way for other people, but it should be.  Why should we ask how people are doing if we don't want to know?

     So, this is where we come to the dare.  I've been doing this with my friends, and honestly, it works VERY well.  Get a group of your friends together, and make each other swear that when you ask each other how they feel and what has been going on, be honest.  Don't allow each other to use the plain, boring words like "good" or "okay", because those words are just cover-ups for how you are really feeling.  If you really feel "good" try saying fantastic, fantastic is a wonderful word.

     I promise you that if you do this dare, a stronger bond will be made between you and your friends, or whoever you do this with.  And this isn't exactly needed, but it would be great if we never use that fake smile mask again, don't you think?  Just try to be more honest with people, even if they don't ask.  Cry if you want to cry, laugh if you want to laugh, and ask people to help you if you feel lost or broken.  It's just simple, yet wonderful logic that SHOULD be used more often.

     And that is all I have to say.  Good luck with the dare, everyone!  Have a "fantastic", honest week.

Updates, New Beginnings, And Disturbing Poems

     Hello everyone!  Terribly sorry for not posting for a long time...  I've been rather busy.

     I understand that I have been tagged and awarded, which I will take care of in another post, but I have something else I'd like to share with everyone at the moment.

     I am sad to tell you all that I have abandoned The Runaways.  I might pick it up again, but as of now I shall put it on hold.  Instead, I am going to write a shorter story in which I think I would be better at writing.  Sadly, it does not have a title yet, let alone have I written the first chapter.  Instead, I have written two poems to describe some of my characters in this book.

     There are two main characters:  Lacey and Ivory.  I might add more, but as of now there are only two.  I might also change their names, but as of now I rather like their names.  I have written a poem for both of them, to describe their life and personalities.  Here's Lacey's poem:

Lacey's Tears

Like a jewel that sits on a pedestal

She sits on a chair made of gold

With a blank face she stares at the people

Who see her as nothing more than a charm of silver

They wear their white masks

As they whoa at her beauty

But they ignore the tear

That rolls down her pale cheek

They laugh and talk to her 

while snickering under their breath

Ignoring her silent plea

For freedom from their selfish eyes

Her eyes search the crowd of empty faces

For a heart that sees through her

But not even one voice calls her name with love

Instead they say her name selfishly

As if she were a item that belonged to them

The tears silently fall

As they whisper her name "Lacey, Lacey..."

     This poem was meant to describe how things look in her eyes.  To be honest I think we all feel this way sometimes, but obviously not this strongly.  To explain a little better, she's a girl in her high school years, and is quite popular.  Because she is popular, people use her to get what they want, sometimes to be popular themselves.  All of this leads her to believe that no one really likes her, they are all just using her.  Her strongest wish is to find someone who loves her, not her popularity or her looks, but her personality.

     Now here is the poem of Ivory:

The Doll's Madness

She stares jealously at the blurred canvas sky

But her orange eyes slowly fade to hazel

As tears fall from her eyes and onto her hands

Yet she smiles as she turns away from the window

And she starts to laugh as she spins

Her pale hair flying furiously around her

Laying on her back she wipes away her tears of glee and loneliness

When she turns her head she stops

As black-bead eyes stare back at her

She feels heat rising up in her

As she stared back at the stuffed creature

She quickly grabs the knife beside the fake animal

And stabs it with all of her anger

But the tears once again fall

As she hugs the broken thing

She silently whispers "I'm sorry."

     Now this is not through her eyes, but what is really going on.  I think you learn quickly that this girl has... issues.  Quite a lot of them, in fact.  I have to admit that I feel this way sometimes, but obviously not this strongly.  Even though she is completely insane, I think I prefer her to Lacey.  I don't know why, but I just love her.  I am thinking her age would be around eight years old, still not sure.  I did, however, find a picture that looked very much like her.  Here it is:

     I think this is how she would look with her orange eyes, when she gets a bit more... disturbing.  I would show you a picture of a real person that looked like her, but sadly there are not a lot of people in this world that have orange eyes.  Rather mysterious, don't you think?  I have not found one for Lacey yet, because one, I am not quite sure how she looks, and two, I am rather too lazy to look.  When, and if I do find one that looks like Lacey, I shall surely post it.  

     That is all I have to say.  I shall try my best to post more often, and will keep you updated on this upcoming book of mine.  

The Runaways: Chapter One (Part Seven, AKA Last Part)

Here is the last part of the chapter!

While she was in her panic, she glanced out the window and saw something odd.  What was that?  She thought.  Before she could get a better look at it, it was gone.  She could only see a tip of what looked like a bat’s wing, and the ends of very dark brown hair as it slipped away.  What in the world was that?

“Penny…  Look at me…”  said Daddy in a tired voice. 

She looked at him, tears slowly falling down her face.  He sounded a lot worse than he did earlier.  “Ye- yes, Daddy?”  She stammered.  She wasn’t going to lie to herself now.  She knew she was scared.  She was almost holding her breath, and was shaking all over.

“I… I want you to know… that I’m proud of you.  I really am…  And I love you… very, very much.”  He said slowly, and smiled slightly.

She held his hand, and started to cry.  “I- I know.  I love you too, Daddy.”  She said as clearly as she could, but her voice was trembling.

He smiled a bit bigger, and closed his eyes.  His breathing slowed to a stop.

                Grace’s eyes widened in terror.  “D-Daddy?  Daddy?!”  She begged, and held his hand tighter, but he didn’t reply.  Oh my…  No…  No this can’t be happening!  She thought.  But she knew very well that he was gone.  The doctors and the nurse lowered their heads in sadness.  Grace’s mom cried hard and looked like she was about to fall to her knees.   Grace closed her eyes tight and held his hand even tighter.  She pressed her head on his hand, as if she thought that she could squeeze life back into him.  She breathed in deep, and cried out as loud as she could.


There it is!  That's the end of the chapter (can't believe it took me SEVEN posts to do it.)  BTW, I am planning on posting the first three chapters of the book, but after that I'll only give you snip bits randomly.  Hope you guys liked it!

The Runaways: Chapter One (Part Six)

Lot's of posts today, huh?  Here's part six.

“Grace!”  Her mom yelled, running after her but stopping at the door, staring with shock at Daddy.  “Oh…. Oh no……”  She said, and started to cry as softly as she could.  She looked down at Grace.  “Grace…”  She started to say, laying her hand on her shoulder, but Grace pulled away and ran to Daddy, sitting on the floor at the side of his bed.

“Daddy?  Daddy it’s me, Penny.”  Grace said as softly as she could, trying her best not to cry.  It was hard enough on her seeing him like this, he looked so delicate, as if yelling too loud would break him.  He slowly turned his head to look at her, his dull eyes showing a bit of life seeing Grace’s face, and he smiled as best he could.

“Penny… every… everything is going to be… okay.  Can… Can you make me a promise?”  He said weakly.

Anger started in Grace’s eyes.  “Don’t talk like that!  I am not going to let you die, Daddy!”  She almost yelled.

“But, Penny, I’m not going to be here forever-”  He started, but Grace stopped him.

“No buts!  I know that, Daddy.  But you promised you would be okay, and I am going to hold you to it whether you like it or not!”  She yelled.  Tears welled in her eyes, but she quickly wiped them away.  She looked around her.  She saw so many tools, so many things that could’ve saved Daddy, but she didn’t know how to use even one of them.  What am I going to do?!  She thought.  Tears welled up in her eyes as she began to panic.  She couldn’t lose him.  Not now.  Not when life was getting rough, now when thing were getting complicated. 

     The kids at school were starting to become afraid of her, because she was stronger than most of them.  She didn’t know why she was, all she knew was that they wouldn’t talk to her anymore.  She was also fast, which didn’t help them to like her anymore.  Her mom and Daddy would fight late at night, too.  They’d send her to her room for the night, but she’d stay up and listen to them fight.  She didn’t know why they were fighting, or why the world seemed to be turning againts her.  She just wanted to be with Daddy, without worrying about the world.  She wanted to see the wolves with him again, just one more time.  And above all, she didn’t want him to die now.  There were too many promises on the line, too much going on for him to die now.


One more part after this and that will be the end of chapter one!  

The Runaways: Chapter One (Part Five)

Tis part five.

No…. Grace thought. “No… No, he can’t die!”  She yelled at the doctor and stood up from her chair.

“Grace…” Her mom started, but was stopped by an angry-sad glare.

“No, you don’t get it! He can’t die! He promised things would be okay! He promised!!”  She yelled only louder at both her mom and the doctor, both looking guilty and depressed.  She ran through the big door and looked around her.  Which room is he in?!  She thought over and over, as though if she thought it enough the answer would come out of nowhere.

“Grace!” Her mom yelled and ran after her.  When she caught up with Grace she grabbed her shoulder.  “Grace! There is nothing we can do, your dad is…”  She began, but she started crying and wiped her tears away.

Grace pulled away from her and faced her.  “No! You’re wrong!  Daddy will not die!  He promised things would be okay, and Daddy never, ever breaks his promises!!  The only reason he’s not okay right now is because those lazy doctors won’t save him when they could’ve!  If they won’t save him, I will!!!”  She nearly screamed.

Her mom just stared at her, tears streaming down her face.

Grace looked behind her.  Now where is he?!  She thought, then she spotted a room numbered 3.  That has to be it!  She thought and ran to the door, and quickly opened it.

     There he was, Daddy. He was breathing hard, and by the looks of one of the screens, his heart beat was slowing down.  His eyes look those of a dead man, cold and lifeless, but none the less, it was Daddy.  A nurse and two doctors were standing by him.  The nurse had long, blond hair, but it was easy to tell her natural hair color was brown.  One of the doctors was a woman, with short brown hair, and the other a man, with messy red hair.  The room was a mess, tools and other fancy machines were everywhere.   Did they…. Did they really try all that they could?  She thought, but quickly stopped herself.  No, they couldn’t have.  When Daddy makes a promise he keeps it, no matter what.  I am not going to let him break this one!  She thought, trying to convince herself to not be afraid.

Tis end of part five.  There shall be more soon.

The Runaways: Chapter One (Part Four)

Lots of parts, eh?  Here's more.

Suddenly thousands of memories flashed before Grace’s eyes.  Playing with Daddy, playing with her friends, visiting the wolves with Daddy, watching mom and Daddy fight, everything.  No… Please, no… She thought.  Then the memories suddenly stopped, and she heard a strange noise.  With her eyes still shut tight, she tried to listen closer.  It sounded like a woman crying, no, not just any woman.  She knew that sound better than anyone else.  It was her mom, crying.

Grace opened up her eyes and she saw that she was no longer in the black nothingness, but she was in a hospital.  She also saw that she was no longer a little girl, but now she looked about 10 years old.  The room she was in was dull, only white and gray were the building’s colors.  Taking a closer look she was in a waiting room, sitting on one of the uncomfortable chairs.  She looked beside her. There she was, her mom, crying so hard she could fill the room with her tears.  Her long pale blond hair covered her face, but Grace could still see her tears running down her chin, and onto her lap.  No… Please not again…. She thought.  She looked in front of her.  There was a big door, that lead to the emergency  rooms.  Then it hit her like someone told her a bad dream was in fact real, the memory of watching Daddy die.

She remembered watching him, sitting on the couch, acting like everything was fine, her sitting by him, and suddenly he fell over, choking, coughing, trying to hold back the tears in his eyes from pain. “It’s okay, Penny,” is what he said “I’m going to be okay.  Don’t cry like that, Penny.  Everything is going to be okay.”

At first she believed him, until they put him in the emergency room and didn’t let her or her mom in.  And now, she was sure he was gone.  Gone.  It hit her so hard she could barely breathe.

No… This can’t be happening.  Please no!  She thought over and over, hoping that if she thought it enough everything would turn out okay, and that Daddy would come through those doors on his own two feet, smiling, saying “I told you I’d be okay.”  But no, she knew that would never happen.  People don’t turn out to be okay from something like that.

“Mom… Don’t cry like that.  Daddy is going to be okay…” She said slowly.  She didn’t believe a word she was saying, but at the very least she could try to comfort her own mom.  Slowly her mom turned and looked at her, her hazel eyes filled with tears.  Grace knew she was trying to hold them back, but unluckily for both of them, she wasn’t doing that great of a job at it. “I.. I know… It’s just…. After all this time fighting with your father, I wished at the very least… I could’ve said I was sorry before… before this happened… And now…” Before she could finish she bursts into tears again.

     Grace sighed and looked at the door.  It looked so dark and haunting, not letting anyone go through it.  She nearly jumped when the doors began to open.  Daddy? Is… Is Daddy okay? She hoped, but no, instead of Daddy coming as she hoped, it was a doctor.  A man with brown hair, but was nearly bald, with unfriendly glasses, and a messy white doctor’s coat.  “I’m sorry,” said the old doctor, with a bit of sorrow in his eyes “but he’s not going to make it.”


WELL, this is a long part.  More is on the way!

The Runaways: Chapter One (Part Three)

Here's part three.

They were half way through the forest when Grace suddenly stopped.  Something is wrong.  She thought.  A chill went down her spine, and she began to tremble.  There is something watching us, and it’s not natural.

“What’s wrong, Penny?”  Daddy asked, sounding a bit confused.

She looked at him, but he didn’t seem worried at all.  His face shows no fear, and there was no fear in his voice!  Which means- She thought and quickly looked behind her.  She felt her heart skip a beat.  A wolf was standing by a tree, it’s fur ink black with stunning blue eyes.  No… She thought, staring at the unnatural wolf.  “No… Please, go away…” She whispered, as if she feared her voice would make the creature angry, but instead it closed it’s eyes and sighed.

“I’m sorry,” said the wolf, in english, it’s voice sounding like a little girl. “But you need to get up.”  

Suddenly everything got blurry. The trees, the sky, the grass, even Daddy began to fade away. “No… No please!  Wait!”  She began running to Daddy, who was smiling gently.  “Please, Daddy, stay! Don’t leave me!”  She yelled, tears streaming from her eyes.

A tear rolled down his cheek, trying his best to smile.  “I’m sorry, I wish I could stay.”

Suddenly everything faded to black, and everything disappeared but Grace.  She stood there, motionless.  Daddy’s words repeated in her head over and over, until she fell to her hands and knees, crying.  She couldn’t even feel the ground, being able to stand on some unknown surface.  She closed her eyes tight and screamed with all the energy she had.


Yes, there is more to the chapter, and yes, I will post more soon.  (Please just ignore the weird font changes.)

The Runaways: Chapter One (Part Two)

Alright, here's part two.

     She woke up from her day dreaming and stopped.  When he stopped, he crouched down and hid in the grass and signaled Grace to do the same.  He whispered, “Don’t get too close to them, wolves don’t like to have humans nearby.”  Grace nodded her head.  She looked around her.  They were no longer in the small meadow by their house, as they had ran into the woods just behind the meadow. Seeing how it was late spring, the tree’s leaves and the tall grass were a deep, rich green.  Here and there, there were small patches of wild flowers.  Looking up, the sky was a perfect light blue, and a few fluffy clouds slowly rolled by.  Looking in front of her, she saw that she and Daddy were just a few steps away from a clearing of trees where a small cave stood.  She knew this place.  Once a year, a wolf pack that lived in these woods came here, for the alpha female to give birth to her new pups.  They would stay here for a couple weeks and, sure enough, they were here.  With a signal from Daddy, they slowly crawled closer to the clearing for a better look. 
There, in the clearing, Grace could see the entire wolf pack.  Her green eyes widened with joy and excitement.  There are the new pups!  She thought, seeing three young pups playing together. Laying down by the cave entrance was Misty.  Daddy had told her many times that she was the alpha female, but Grace gave her the name Misty because of her gray fur.  Misty was staring at her and Daddy, making sure they knew they were not allowed to come any closer, and soon Grace got the message. Standing by Misty was Captain, the alpha male, according to Daddy.  His fur was a dull brown, but he was big, making him look powerful.

“Where are the others?”  Grace whispered.  She remembered that there were three more wolves in the pack, but they weren’t there.  “They are most likely sleeping or hunting.”  Daddy whispered.

Before she could reply, she began to yawn.  He smiled.  “I think we better go home.  We would not want you to fall asleep in the woods.”

“But…” Grace began, but she was stopped by another one of her yawns.

“Don’t worry, we’ll come back tomorrow.”  He said.

“Alright…” She sighed, and the two of them got up and began walking back home, hand in hand, smiling.

Again, this is all that I could fit into this post.  And again, I will post more of this soon.  (BTW, sorry that the letters aren't all the same size and font.  I do not know why it is doing this.)

The Runaways: Chapter One (Part One)

Hello everyone!  I am sorry I haven't posted for quite awhile (life has been busy).
Anyways, I thought I ought to post my book again, sense I've made some changes and have added onto the chapter.  Here it is!

Chapter 1:  Her Name Was Grace

“Penny? Penny, wake up!” Little 5 year old Grace opened up her eyes.  Looking around her, she saw that she was lying in the grass, her hair a tangled mess.  She soon realized that she was in her back yard, the grass a bright green and the flowers bursting with color, and Daddy standing by her.

“Penny if you don’t get up now I’m leaving without you.”  He said in his joking voice.

“No, Daddy, no! I wanna come!”  She jumped to her feet and hugged his leg, seeing how she was not tall enough to hug him around his chest.

He laughed a little “Alright, alright.  Common, or we might miss them.  Want me to carry you?” He said, holding out his arms a little.

After she was done hugging him, she shook her head.  “No. I wanna run with you!”

He smiled.  “Okay then.”  And the two of them held hands and jumped over the fence (although, again, Grace was too short to in fact jump over a fence, so Daddy had to help her climb over it instead). Energy and joy rushed through her body.  Her red-gold hair danced, her legs screamed “Faster! Faster!” To her, there was nothing better on this earth then running with Daddy.  

Daddy.  There was no one on this earth like Daddy.  When she was with her friends, and their dads came to pick them up, they didn’t act at all like Daddy.  Neither did their moms.  Even her own mom didn’t act like Daddy.  Daddy was special.  She remembered many times when Daddy told her his name, but she would always say “But I like the name Daddy, it fits you!”  But he would always reply saying the same thing “Okay then, but you are going to have to let me call you Penny, because it fits you.”  “Why, Daddy?”  She’d always reply “Because you’re my lucky penny.”  She loved it when he said that.

“Okay, we can stop here, Penny.”

That's all I can fit into this post.  I make another post with more of the chapter.  Hope you like it so far!

Dare: The Word Love In It's True Meaning

     As the title says, this dare is going to be about LOVE.  

     Quite a popular word, huh?  Have you ever noticed how people say love like it's just another word?  It's funny, people say that you shouldn't throw around the word hate, because it's such a strong word, but they throw around the word love like it's nothing, even though it's a much stronger word then hate.  Anyways, we're getting a bit off topic.  

     Wondering what I mean by "Love in it's true meaning"?  If you are a Christian like me, open up your bible to 1 Corinthians 13:4-7 it tells us what love is.  Here is what it says:  "Love is patient, love is kind.  It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.  It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.  Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.  It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always preserves."

     Do you notice how all the things they list for what love is are choices?  So then, if all of these things that love is are choices, then love itself must be a choice.   

     Most likely the reason why people throw around love like it's just another word is because they don't even know what love really is.  We seem to think that love is a feeling, that warm, happy feeling we get around someone that we like of the opposite gender.  Even though that might be part of love, that in itself is not love.  We choose to love people. (Also, that means there is no such thing as love at first sight.  Could you seriously choose to get married and devote yourself to that person just by seeing them?)

     So then, this brings us to the dare.  I want you to be loving this week.  Not just to the people you like, though.  Try your best to be loving to everyone, including the people that annoy you or that you don't like.  After all, this is the second most important commandment in the bible!  Didn't God say that we are to love others as ourselves?  Plus, if we are loving to others, including people who aren't Christians,  they will see God's love in us.  It might be hard, but it is SO worth it.  So, I believe that is all I have to say.  Have a great, loving week.

Dare: What We Need, Not What We Want.

So!  Finally after nearly a month, I have come up with another dare.  Here is the story:  How it started to come up was that this past weekend I went on a trip with my family.  Of course, we needed to do some packing.  While I was packing my clothes, books, drawing supplies, and so on,  I realized how many bags we had all filled with stuff.  And I thought  "Why do we need all of this stuff?"  Seriously.  It seems that Christians always claim that all we need is God, and nothing else.  This, indeed, is true, but why do we still carry around all this crap?  And it's not just for trips outside of town, we carry stuff around town, around the neighborhood, even around our house.  In all honestly, most likely most of the stuff you carry around you don't need, they're just a want.  And that's okay, until they start taking up the time you should be spending with God or doing something worth while.  After my trip, I went to go hang out with my youth group (for those of you who are reading this and go to my youth group, you guys are AWESOME), and we started talking about God and all the things that we want.  We all realized that we are trying to fill ourselves with things other then God, and clearly, it wasn't working.  Why do we waste all of our time on something that might be poisoning us when we could be reading His word or talking to Him?  Not very logical, right?  So, this brings us to the dare.  Do you have something that you feel addicted to, or you simply are spending a lot of time with?  I want you to let go of that this week.  This is most likely one of the hardest dares, but it is one of the most important ones.  It could be books, TV, music, whatever it is, just put it away for the week, and spend that time with God, or simply doing more healthy/smart things.  It will help you to realize you don't need those things, AND, if you're like me, you won't feel guilty for wasting your time on something unhealthy and brain killing.  So, I think that's it!  Have a great week everyone.

Something That Has Nothing To Do With Pencils And Paper (AKA: Donut Day)

So, I know this is late notice, but June 1st is Donut Day (Donut Day, Doughnut Day, It's all the same).  So, in the spirit of the holiday I have a little picture I would like to show you all.

Nice, huh?  Have a great Donut Day!

A Poem By Me

Falling, Like The Stream

Down goes the water in the stream

Falling

Falling

Falling

Obaying the current's wish

Falling

Falling

Falling

Not rebelling

Not denying

Just falling

Falling

Falling...

So!  I wrote this poem in one minute...  Like it?  Hate it?  Think it's okay?  PLEASE TELL ME!  Also, I apologize for not posting or updating my blog for over a week.  I will try to update it a bit more often.

A Poem, My Thoughts, And A Dare

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?

Why are you beset with gloom?

'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells

Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops,

Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my hauntiness offend you?

Don't you take it awful hard

'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines

Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?

Does it come as a surprize

That I dance like I've got diamonds

At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame

I rise

Up from a past that's rooted in pain

 I rise

I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into the daybreak that's wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing gifts that ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise.

I rise.

I rise.

This is a poem NOT by Lewis Carrol, but by Maya Angelou (shocked? I thought you might).  I have to admit I like this poem a lot.  As for what my thoughts on it I think it is not only her standing up to someone, but is breaking away from the crowds.  Often times it seems like if we are to be liked at all, or to have any friends, we must act like everyone else, but the truth is is that we don't have to.  In fact, one of the only ways to get REAL friends, that will love you and support you, is to be the REAL you. So, I have a dare for you all this week.  See someone who looks left out, and looks like they would want to be your friend?  Go and talk to them, and get to know them.  Even if it is for a short while, just spend some time with them, because honestly, they are most likely having problems with trying to be themselves.  What better way to help them but give them the chance to show who they are, and to show that you care about what they think?  Also, if you or someone else is being picked on for being themselves, don't be afraid to stand up to them and say that there's nothing wrong with being yourself.  Not only will doing these things help you and the people around you, but if you are a christian like me, this is a perfect way to show God's love.  So, I believe that's all.  Have a great, REAL week!

The Mouse's Tale (a poem by you guess who)

The Mouse's Tale

"Fury said to

                  a mouse, That                                                            

                           he met in the                                                  

                                  house , 'Let                                                

                                       us both go                                            

                                          to law: I                                        

                                            will prose-                                       

                                             cute you. -                                  

                                           Come, I'll                                         

                                       take no de-                                          

                                    nial: We                                                 

                              must have                                                     

                         the trial;                                                            

                    For really                                                                

                this morn-

              ing I've

             nothing

             to do.'

             Said the

               mouse to

                   the cur,

                      'Such a

                        trial, dear

                           sir, With

                              no jury

                               or judge,

                                 would

                                be wast-

                             ing our

                       breath.'

                    'I'll be

                judge,

            I'll be

         jury,'

       said

      cun-

     ning

      old

       Fury;

          'I'll

            try

              the

               whole

                   cause,

                     and

                  con-

             demn

     you to

death'."

A Poem, A Recommending Of A Book, My Thoughts, And A Dare

My Fairy

I have a fairy by my side

Which says I must not sleep,

When once in pain I loudly cried

It said "You must not weep."

If, full of mirth, I smile and grin,

It says "You must not laugh;"

When once I wished to drink some gin

It said "You must not quaff."

When once a meal I wished to taste

It said "You must not bite;"

When to the wars I went in haste

It said "You must not fight."

"What may I do?" at length I cried,

Tired of the painful task.

The fairy quietly replied,

and said "You must not ask."

This is a poem by Lewis Carrol, called My Fairy.  I found it in my delightful little book called "Jabberwocky & Other Poems" by, of course, Lewis Carrol (I sure hope you notice that I think that Lewis Carrol is a genius, if not, you must be blind), which I think all ought to own. It's full of poetry from both Alice In Wonderland and Through The Looking-Glass, and plenty of other books he wrote. ANYWAYS, it says the moral of this poem is "You mustn't", but I think it has more meaning to it then that. If you are not blind, of course, you can see that this 'fairy' is not letting this poor person do anything (how does someone live like that, I wonder? To not be allowed to do anything... I wonder if that counts for breathing), I believe that he is trying to show that the fairy is the hesitation we often go through. Like hesitating to act like yourself, hesitating to say something, hesitating to do something, we (at least most girls, I believe) hesitate on almost EVERYTHING. So, I want to give my readers (if I even have any) a little dare. I want you all to act like yourselves this week. Not some person you want to be, not some person your friends or family want you to be, I want you to be, well, YOU. And, if it helps you to want to do this dare, I will be doing it too. WELL.. I THINK that's it. Have a wonderful, like yourself, week!

Alice in Wonderland!

Now. I wanted to recommend a book. It is Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll. You may think me odd for loving such a book, but I don't care! It is a wonderful book, full of madness, a hatter (like myself), talking animals, and a woman obsessed with cutting off people's heads! Now if you haven't read this book yet I will not shun you, BUT if you read this post and don't bother trying to read this fantastic book, you WILL be shunned! SO GO READ THAT BOOK RIGHT NOW!!

Quotes!

Hello all!  I just wanted to let you all know that I am now going to have a weekly quote on my blog. So check back every week to see a funny or interesting quote!

The Runaways part 3

Hey guys!  Here's more of the book:

 Suddenly thousands of memories flashed before Grace's eyes.  Playing with Daddy, playing with her friends, visiting the wolves with Daddy, watching mom and Daddy fight, everything.  No...  Please, no...  She thought.  Then the memories suddenly stopped, and she heard a strange noise.  With her eyes still shut tight, she tried to listen closer.  It sounded like a woman crying, no, not just any woman.  She knew that sound better then anyone else.  It was her mom, crying.
 Grace opened up her eyes and saw that she was no longer in the black nothingness, but she was in a hospital.  She also saw that she was no longer a little girl, now she looked about ten years old.  The room she was in was dull, only white and gray were the building's colors.  Taking a closer look she was in a waiting room, sitting on one of the uncomfortable chairs.  She looked beside her.  There she was, her mom, crying so hard she could fill the room with her tears.  Her long pale blond hair covered her face, but Grace could still see her tears running down her chin, and onto her lap.  No...  Please, not again...  She thought.  She looked in front of her.  There was a big door, that lead to the emergency rooms.  Then it hit her like someone told her a bad dream was in fact real, the memory of watching Daddy die.
 She remembered watching him, sitting on the couch with him, acting like everything was fine, and suddenly he fell over, choking, coughing, trying to hold back the tears in his eyes from pain.  "It's okay, Penny," is what he said "I'm going to be okay.  Don't cry like that, Penny.  Everything is going to be okay."  At first she believed him, until they put him in the emergency room and didn't let her or her mom in.  And now, she was sure he was gone.  Gone.  It hit her so hard she could barely breathe.
 No... This can't be happening. Please no!  She thought over and over, hoping that if she thought it enough everything would turn out okay, and that Daddy would come through those doors on his own two feet, smiling, saying "I told you I would be okay."  But no, she knew that would never happen.  People don't turn out to be okay from something like that.
 "Mom... Don't cry like that.  Daddy is going to be okay..."  She said slowly.  She didn't believe a word she was saying, but at the very least she could try to comfort her own mom.  Slowly her mom turned and looked at her, her hazel eyes filled with tears.  Grace knew she was trying to hold them back, but unluckily for both of them, she wasn't doing a good job at it.  "I...  I know...  It's just...  After all this time fighting with your father, I wished at the very least...  I could've said I was sorry before... before this happened... and now..."  Before she could finish she burst into tears again.
 Grace sighed and looked at the door.  It looked so dark and haunting, not letting anyone go through it.  She nearly jumped when the doors began to open.  Daddy?  Is...  Is Daddy okay?  She hoped, but no, instead of Daddy coming as she hoped, it was a doctor.  A man with brown hair, but was nearly bald, with unfriendly looking glasses, and a messy white doctor's coat.  "I'm sorry," said the old doctor, with a bit of sorrow in his eyes "but he's not going to make it."

That's all I'm gonna give you for now.  Again, this is not the ending of the first chapter, only part of it.  I hope you guys like it so far!

The Runaways (AKA: My book) part 2

Okay! Here is more of the first chapter:

 Before she could reply, she began to yawn.  He smiled.  "I think we better go home.  We would not want you to fall asleep in the woods."  "But..."  She began, but was stopped by another one of her yawns.  "Don't worry, we'll come back tomorrow."  He said.  "Alright..."  She sighed, and the two of them got up and began walking back home, hand in hand, smiling.
 They were half way through the forest when Grace suddenly stopped.  Something is wrong.  She thought.  A chill went down her spine, and she began to tremble.  There is something watching us, and it's not natural.  "What's wrong, Penny?"  Daddy asked, sounding a bit confused.  She looked at him, but he didn't seem worried at all.  His face shows no fear, and there is no fear in his voice!  Which means-  She thought and quickly looked behind her.  She felt her heart skip a beat.  A wolf was standing by a tree, it's fur ink black with stunning blue eyes.  No...  She thought, staring at the unnatural wolf.  "No...  Please, go away..."  She whispered, as if she feared her voice would make the creature angry, but instead it closed it's eyes and sighed.  "I'm sorry."  Said the wolf, in english, it's voice sounding like a little girl.  "But you need to get up."  Suddenly everything got blurry.  The trees, the sky, the grass, even Daddy began to fade away.  "No... No, please! Wait!"  She began running to Daddy, who was smiling gently.  "Please, Daddy, stay! Don't leave me!"  She yelled, tears streaming from her eyes.  A tear rolled down his cheek, trying his best to smile.  "I'm sorry, I wish I could stay."  Suddenly everything faded to black, and everything disappeared but Grace.  She stood there, motionless.  Daddy's words repeated in her head over and over, until she fell to her knees, crying.  She couldn't even feel the ground, being able to stand on some unknown surface.  She closed her eyes tight and screamed with all the energy she had.

Okay! That's all you get for now (heh heh...)! Like it? Love it? Hate it? Don't know? Tell me on the little voting poll thingy at the side, and I might keep posting the book. Hope you people like it! BTW! This is NOT the ending of the first chapter, still only a part of it.

The Runaways (AKA: My book)

Hey guys! So I've been writing this book and I thought I ought to post part of it. Here is part of the first chapter:

Chapter 1: A Wolf Cloaked In Darkness

 "Penny? Penny, wake up!" Little five year old Grace opened up her eyes.  Looking around her, she saw that she was lying in the grass, her hair a tangled mess.  She soon realized that she was in her back yard, the grass a bright green and the flowers bursting with color, and Daddy standing by her.
 "Penny if you don't get up now I'm leaving without you."  He said in his joking voice.
 "No, Daddy, no! I wanna come!"  She jumped to her feet and hugged his leg, seeing how she was not tall enough to to hug him around his chest.
 He laughed a little.  "Alright, alright. Common, or we might miss them. Want me to carry you?"  He said, holding out his arms a little.
 After she was done hugging him, she shook her head.  "No, I wanna run with you!"
 He smiled.  "Okay then."  And the two of them held hands and jumped over the fence (although, again, Grace was too short to in fact jump over a fence, so Daddy had to help her climb over it instead).  Energy and joy rushed through her body.  Her red-goldish hair danced in the wind, her legs screamed "Faster! Faster!"  To her, there was nothing better on this earth then running with Daddy.
 Daddy.  There was no one on this earth like Daddy.  When she was with her friends, and their dads came to pick them up, they didn't act at all like Daddy.  Neither did their moms.  Even her own mom didn't act like Daddy.  Daddy was special.  She remembered many times when Daddy told her his name, but she would always say "But I like the name Daddy, It fits you!"  But then he would always reply saying the same thing "Okay then, but you have to let me call you Penny. because it fits you."  "Why, Daddy?" She'd always reply "Because you're my lucky penny."  She loved it when he said that.
 "Okay, we can stop here, Penny."
 She woke up from her day dreaming and stopped.  When he stopped, he crouched down and hid in the grass and signaled Grace to do the same.  He whispered "Don't get too close to them, wolves don't like to have humans nearby."  Grace nodded her head.  She looked around her.  They were no longer in the small meadow by their house, as they had ran into the woods just behind the meadow.  Seeing how it was late spring, the tree's leaves and the grass were a deep, rich green.  Here and there there were small patches of wild flowers.  Looking up, the sky was a perfect blue, and a few fluffy clouds rolled by.  Looking in front of her, she saw that she and Daddy were just a few steps away from a clearing of the trees where a small cave stood.  She knew this place.  Once a year, a wolf pack that lived in these woods came here, for the alpha female to give birth to her new pups.  They would stay here for a couple weeks, and, sure enough, they were here.  With a signal from Daddy, they slowly crawled closer to the clearing for a better look.
 There, in the clearing, Grace could see the wolf pack.  Her green eyes widened with joy and excitement.  There are the new pups!  She thought, seeing three young pups playing together.  Laying down by the cave entrance was Misty.  Daddy had told her many times that she was the alpha female, but Grace gave her the name Misty because of her gray fur.  Misty was staring at her and Daddy, making sure they knew they were not allowed to come any closer, and soon Grace got the message.  Standing by Misty was Captain, the alpha male, according to Daddy.  His fur was a dull brown, but he was big, making him look powerful.
 "Where are the others?"  Grace whispered. She remembered that there were three more wolves in the pack, but they weren't there.  "They are most likely sleeping or hunting."  Daddy whispered.


So this is all I could fit into this post. I know it doesn't seem that exciting so far, but it will VERY soon. *COUGH COUGH* VERY SOON. Anyways I hope you like it so far!