I'm gonna try something...

I'm going to go through the alphabet and make a sentance. Let's see how far I get:

Apple Battling Chipmunks Dance Elegantly Forward Getting Happy Iguanas (to) Jump Kangaroos (while) Licking Mangoes Next (to) Orange Pandas (and) Quail Ripping Sandals Tangled (in) Underwear (and) Vultures With Xylophones Yodelig (in the)....

Zebra?

Okay now! That went well! I'm going to make this into a tag. I tag:

Icewolf, Bookblogger, Nicki T.,  The Golden Eagle, and last but not least:  The Crazy Aug

You have to do the same thing I did, but you can not use any of the words I used! (with the exception of the stuff in brackets) And it doesn't have to make sense, but it has to be one sentence. NO comas!


May point out that the Quail are ripping the sandals, NOT the other way around. 'Cause that would be gross.


I was thinking of changing my name to Sprinkles! Waddayathink?

On the topic of Mangos...

They'reREALYgood-

Anyway, lets get to the point of this post. Writing. I suck, but I love it. Same with drawing. But that's not what I'm talking about now. Except that I just brought it it up. BUT THAT'S OFF TOPIC. My sincere apology.

At the moment I am working on around 5 stories.

- Brenfield High

- Howl of the Silver Moon

- OYAN novel

And two stories that cam from dreams. I'm not sure I quite like them.

Here's the beginning of that Twilight story I started.

Chapter 1

Tehran came out of nowhere and frightened me half to death, yelling something about goodness-knows-what.

“What is it?!” I shouted angrily at him, trying to keep myself from dropping the heavy box I was carrying.

“You wouldn’t believe what I saw on the other side of the pond!” He managed to sputter through his excitement.

Normally I wouldn’t flinch at him saying this, but there was something about his excitement that wasn’t his everyday sugar burn off. “What is it?” I asked again, this time with a fair amount of interest, thinking at the same time, “We have a pond?”

He began to ramble on about how he “couldn’t believe it, Kris!” and how he “it was so huge, Kris!” But I never once got out of him what it was.

“Well, what is it?!” I shouted, annoyed out of my wits.

Tehran opened his mouth (yet again), meaning to say something, but my mother’s shrill voice pierced the air. “There you are Tehran! Don’t run off! We still have so many boxes to unpack!”

I frowned at him. “Maybe if you would have told me straightforward five minutes ago I would know what you’re talking about by now.” I huffed and pushed past him. The most I had figured out is that he had found something huge on the other side of the pond that I had no idea we had.

The rest of the evening was spent moving boxes, and unpacking boxes, and setting things up according to my mom’s orders. I never got a chance to find out what Tehran had found.

I think this isn't half as boring as my other writing, but you can be the judge of that.

Here's the other story I started. It was going to be for my friends writing contest, but I never got to it.

Chapter 1

My sister never ceased to amaze me, but this really was the limit.

“You’re sending me where?” With all my heart I hoped I had heard wrong.

“I’m sending you to Aunt Meredith’s house.” I hadn’t. My older sister, Mercy, stood in front of me with her hands planted on her hips. “I already called her and her house keeper said she’d be glad to have you.”

That’s right, she’ll be glad to have me for dinner. I’ll end up like Hansel and Gretel when I can’t help but nibble on her house. I’ll be the main course!

Our mom had died just a few months ago. Since our dad had disappeared after our parents’ divorce a few years after I was born, my twenty-two year old sister now had to take care of the house, work, and look after me. Not like I needed any looking after. Now that it was the end of the school year, I’d have to stay home a lot more. She said she couldn’t take care of me, the house, and do her job all summer long, so she was going to send me to one of our relatives. Obviously none of them had time for a fifteen year old. She must’ve been pretty desperate to pick Aunt Meredith.

“But you can’t!” I pleaded.

“I already have.” Mercy leaned against my bedroom door.

“But-but-she’s a witch!” I sputtered.

Mercy frowned. “Cassie, both you and I know full well that she’s not a witch.”

I considered pleading for mercy, but that wouldn’t do any good. My parents had picked the wrong name for my older sister. I was at her mercy, not like she had any. My only other hope was that this was an April fool’s joke. After all, April fool’s Day was only a couple hundred days away, right?

Aw, who am I kidding?! This girl’s dead serious! Anyways, I’m not laughing.

“If she’s not a witch, then how come moms never let us meet her, never openly talked about her, never made us phone her? As far as I know, mom only saw her once and never wanted to see her again!”

Mercy bit her lip. “Maybe mom just didn’t like her.”

“Yeah, because she’s-“

“Casey! Quit with that! She’s not a witch!” My sister snapped.

“Then how come there’s a rumour going around that she is a witch?” I shivered. This conversation was becoming very disturbing.

“That’s because it’s a rumour! A rumour!”

“Please don’t send me, Mercy! I’d rather sit at home all summer than going to Aunt Meredith! Just this talk of her is starting to creep me out!”

“Oh, don’t be silly. You’re going. She can’t be that bad.” Mercy turned and walked away. This conversation was over. I was going to visit my Aunt for the summer. I was doomed.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

My heart was thundering wildly. The plane was beginning to land. I was almost at my Aunts house; the haunted mansion of the witch. I could barely contain my joy. Or maybe that was terror. My heart jump into my throat as the wheels touched solid ground. I grabbed my bag and stepped off the plane.

I spotted a stylish lady with brown and blonde streaked hair waiting for me. I liked her at once.

Is this Aunt Meredith? If it is, this summer is going to be better that I thought.

“Hi!” She chirped when I came nearer. “You must be Cassie! I’m Jennifer, your aunt’s house keeper!”

And…your summer just flew off a cliff. You’re going down, Cassie, you’re going down.

“Come on, let me take those from you,” Jennifer took my bag from me. “And off we go!”

We jumped into a taxi and rode away. I stared out the window. The dreaded question stuck in my throat. “Mrs.…”

“Oh, just call me Jennifer.” Jennifer said.

“Uh, Jennifer,” I corrected myself.

“Or, or, you can call me Jenny, or Jen if you prefer.”

I couldn’t stand it any longer.

“Jenny, is my aunt a witch?” I sputtered.

Jenny clicked her tongue, thinking of what to say. Her smile had disappeared.

The taxi driver cut in. “Everyone says she is, and I believe it! It’s not like she flies around on a broom stick, but there’s definitely something scary going on in that house!”

Jennifer let out a forced laugh. “The truth is I’ve only been working for her for a few days. When your sister called was my first day.”

“But what do you think? Are the rumours true?” I waited for an answer.

Jenny opened her mouth and she took a slow breath. “This is as far as I’m going.” The taxi driver cut in as he stopped at the edge of the road. “I won’t go any closer to that creepy house.”

Oh dear. This can’t be good. Everyone believes that she’s a witch, and Jenny won’t answer me directly.

Jenny and I stepped out of the taxi onto the curb.

“Jenny—“ I tried one more time, but was cut off.

“Oh! You know what? I forgot to tell you, but my son—he’s about your age—is coming today and I want you to meet him! He’s coming any minute, so let’s hurry!” Jenny started to walk faster than I thought possible for a lady in two inch heels.

I sighed and followed. Whether or not my Aunt was I witch, I’d have to find out myself.

That's as far as I've gotten, spare a wee little paragraph.

You would not believe what I saw yesterday!

3 nuns grocery shopping!!! X3 I couldn't believe my eyes!

Today we went to the dentist (How convenient, considering yesterday we went to an amusement park and ate cookies, cotton candy, doughnuts, and elephant ears*) and I have no cavities at all, but one tooth came in wrong  so I might (huge might) have to get braces.

And, one more thing!

I bought Kingdom Hearts 358/2 Days!!! Haven't played it yet, the DS needed recharging. -_-" And I can't type and play at the same time. :P

* fried dough with sugar and cinnamon.

Banana Eating Chipmunks!

No, this post has nothing to do with banana eating chipmunks.

It's about a dream I had.

But I would not be surprised if it would have had something to do with banana eating chipmunks.

Out of this dream, I have decided to write a story. Here's the prologue:

Prologue

Twilight. It is found a mystical thing indeed. Some people find it rather scary, and in truth, it is. I will tell you why soon enough. But many others, myself included, find that it takes hold of their curiosity and draws them nearer. It beckons to you.  It pulls you in. It captivates you. The reason it is rather frightening, is because of its character, so to speak. It has a sense of calmness, yet your body is tense and alert when entering places that are forever in Twilight. Most people have never seen such places. That is because they are hidden with great care. And there is only one such place--that is known to me, anyway. I have not heard of any other place, nor stumbled upon any place quite like Twilight Forest.

Rays of beautiful twilight, in the most intriguing shades of peach and turquoise, shone through the leaves of trees the size of skyscrapers. It wrapped around sparkling boulders and cast eerie shadows. In the darkness of one shadow, on the great leaf of a fern, lay something curled snugly in a ball. It was no larger than one foot across, curled up like it was. It scarcely moved for hours on end, but finally with a small whimper it slowly hovered off its resting place. Now that it was up you could see that it was black, with a turquoise under belly. Its body was much like a humans, but rather more…short and stout. It had the ears of an elf and slick, jet black hair that fell to its waist. From its back sprouted the large wings of a dragonfly. It blinked its glowing orange eyes, as if suddenly realizing something and with a loud, low cry it shot off into the bush.

Needs serious work. I have no idea what happened to my style. Maybe its because I just read Pride and Prejudice and now their Old English is evolving into my writing. I gotta work on it.

I got back Friday, in case you're wondering.

I've just been busy.

I'm helping out with our church's VBS. I love it.

And painting fences. I just love painting fences.

I hope you can sense my sarcasm with the fence.

But I really do like helping with VBS.


I might post more next week, when I have time. But this week I have VBS to help out with, a fence to finish painting, water slides to go to, (a wedding to plan, my wife to murder and Gilbert to frame for it.) I'm swamped!