I am posting my re-written prologue for my Liliannalissa story. I haven't posted in a while, so I thought, "What of it? Maybe they can help!" It's relatively short, so if you read it and decide to comment, I would greatly appreciate any advice you might have for me.
Here it is...
Prologue
She slipped out the gate, past the guards, away from home. Something about the air outside helped her think clearer. Her birthday was tomorrow. Her life would change, she knew. But for now, at least she had one consistent thing, something she never planned to change.
She knocked on her friend’s door.
“Who is it?” a gruff voice called out.
“A friend.”
The door opened. “It’s you.”
“The Braided Fairy?” asked a young girl with curly blond hair. She sat on a narrow bed with her leg elevated. She was covered with quilts from her last trip to town.
“May I come in?”
“Of course.”
The “Braided Fairy” took off her hood and let her long brown braid fall to the ground. “How are you doing today, Daisy?”
“Quite well. Better than last week, anyway.” Daisy pushed her short curls out of her face.
“Glad to hear it. I brought something for you.”
“Ya did?”
“Yes.” She produced her parcel of fudge from her cloak. “Open it.”
Daisy’s eyes grew wide. “Chocolate! Thank ya so much, Fairy!”
“You are very welcome.”
A few bites later, Daisy piped up again. “Fairy?”
“Yes, Daisy?”
“Why won’t a tell us your real name?”
“It is best that I stay as much a secret as possible.”
“But why?”
“Just trust me.” The girl looked ready to protest, to ask more, but she decided better of it and took another bite of fudge.
Not long later, Daisy was asleep, and the “Braided Fairy” was on her way to the door. Daisy’s father stopped her. “Thank ya so much fer all you’ve done. If it weren’t fer you, we couldn’t have gotten Daisy that infection medicine. Hannah tries to help, but half the money she earns goes to her friends, generous girl, and what’s left is used fer food.”
“It was nothing, sir.”
“I was wonderin’… I have a friend who needs some help. Do you think you could…”
“Who is it, and what does this friend need?”
“Her name’s Sarah. She’s blind and crippled, and her daughter was kidnapped, probably taken a slave, and now she ain’t got no one to help her. They’re goin’ to kick her out of her house, shack that it is, if’n she doesn’t get some money soon.”
“I’ll see what I can do.” With that, the Braided Fairy disappeared into the night, stopping once more before returning home.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Friday, May 23, 2008
Yipee!!!
Yipee!!! Jump for joy! I finished a novel! I have finished the rough draft of my story, Liliannalissa. I let some of you read it, and, if you know me in the real world, I might ask your advise later in the process. My next step is to rewrite it and maybe start on a sequal.
So, yeah. I am very happy right now. But a little empty. It's like I've finally reached my goal, and I don't know what to do next. I'll get over it.
So, yeah. I am very happy right now. But a little empty. It's like I've finally reached my goal, and I don't know what to do next. I'll get over it.
They're Leaving
Sad
And lonely.
Will all my friends move away?
Fear
As old friendships
Seem to whither to nothing.
First Danielle
Now maybe Sarah
Allan and Cavan too.
Will I be all alone?
The only one in this school?
We need perseverance
And loyalty.
To get through
To make this happen.
They have ideas
I hope will fail
'Cause I don't want them to leave.
I'll be homesick
In my own home.
Alone.
And lonely.
Will all my friends move away?
Fear
As old friendships
Seem to whither to nothing.
First Danielle
Now maybe Sarah
Allan and Cavan too.
Will I be all alone?
The only one in this school?
We need perseverance
And loyalty.
To get through
To make this happen.
They have ideas
I hope will fail
'Cause I don't want them to leave.
I'll be homesick
In my own home.
Alone.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Prince Caspian
This afternoon, my small group and I went to see Prince Caspian. It was great! Much better than The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. It was full of action, friendships, and lessons. I hearily recommend it to all who love action adventure. I won't tell you much else, though you can see trailers and such at Disney.com.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Liliannalissa, teaser
I'll try to write part two of Tolerance later on, maybe this weekend. Meanwhile, I would like to share an exerpt from a story I'm writing. I'm on page 112. My blog name is the same as the main character's name. Here it goes:
Was there no end to the torture? Was there no end to the hitting, the noise, the dark? Was there no light at the end of the night? Lily was tossed around, pushed from man to man. Perhaps she should just give in. Perhaps it would be best to just sing. No! They would not make her do tricks like a dog. She gritted her teeth and flailed. Sometimes she felt a limb hit a man. She wanted to scream at her torturers. She wanted to go into full princess mode and make them bow at her feet. Before she had endure the pain of slavery, she had cared little about her royal status. Now, when she so wanted to used it, she was forced to endure the abuse and humiliation in silence. She was pushed around, gaining a new bruise every second.
Finally, when They had decided she had enough, they grabbed her chain and led her, limping, backstage and down the foul hall. They pushed her into her cell and she stumbled in the gutter. She collapsed on the rough blanket she had made and felt for the crude doll, one of three that she had put together in the last week. She cried from the pain, from the exhaustion, from the loneliness of her dark world.
When her eyes were dry, her throat sore from sobbing, she fell asleep to nightmares of chains, bars, shadows, and evil people. There was Maso du Scanga. Before her eyes he morphed into Prince Zonro. She ran from him, straight into Lyprus, wielding a whip. She was spinning, searching for a way out. Then she was falling, falling, falling…
She woke, gasping, and stared wide-eyed into the dark. She was awake, but the nightmare was not over. Would it ever be?
Was there no end to the torture? Was there no end to the hitting, the noise, the dark? Was there no light at the end of the night? Lily was tossed around, pushed from man to man. Perhaps she should just give in. Perhaps it would be best to just sing. No! They would not make her do tricks like a dog. She gritted her teeth and flailed. Sometimes she felt a limb hit a man. She wanted to scream at her torturers. She wanted to go into full princess mode and make them bow at her feet. Before she had endure the pain of slavery, she had cared little about her royal status. Now, when she so wanted to used it, she was forced to endure the abuse and humiliation in silence. She was pushed around, gaining a new bruise every second.
Finally, when They had decided she had enough, they grabbed her chain and led her, limping, backstage and down the foul hall. They pushed her into her cell and she stumbled in the gutter. She collapsed on the rough blanket she had made and felt for the crude doll, one of three that she had put together in the last week. She cried from the pain, from the exhaustion, from the loneliness of her dark world.
When her eyes were dry, her throat sore from sobbing, she fell asleep to nightmares of chains, bars, shadows, and evil people. There was Maso du Scanga. Before her eyes he morphed into Prince Zonro. She ran from him, straight into Lyprus, wielding a whip. She was spinning, searching for a way out. Then she was falling, falling, falling…
She woke, gasping, and stared wide-eyed into the dark. She was awake, but the nightmare was not over. Would it ever be?
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Tolerance, part one
Tolerance: a fair, objective, and permissive attitude toward those whose opinions, practices, race, religion, nationality, etc. differ from one’s own.
Tolerance is important in today’s society. It is a part of daily life for most American citizens. People scream, “Be more tolerate of this social group!” Or, “You’re really intolerant, you know.” But do we even know what tolerance means?
As a Christian with a conservative view, I often feel my ‘religious’ group is not tolerated. In fact, we are accused of being intolerant! I can definitely see where these accusations come from. In fact, they are true. Keeping in mind that not all Christians see eye-to-eye on things, I feel that I, as a Christian have been misrepresented.
Indeed, I do disagree with many groups in today’s society. In fact, I have good reason to believe that homosexuals and abortionists are hurting themselves.
Now, you don’t have to agree with me that science says abortion is murder and thus very, truly, wrong, but please roll with me, as I am uses this issue as an example in this paper.
Let’s begin with a question. Are you tolerant of drunkenness in your workplace? Keep in mind that the drunkard probably had good reason to drink so much. He probably needed to drown out his problems. And the beer tasted wonderful. So you should let him keep working or hanging around. In fact, you might want to give him some cash for the next time he feels low.
If you are anything like me, you’re most likely thinking, “No way! I’d send him home and advise him to find a counselor other than the bartender!” But hold up. According to our definition, you would be intolerant. You wouldn’t be fair. The drunkard needs the money for his family. You wouldn’t be objective. You would probably be embarrassed by his sloppy behavior. Not to mention the fact that you could smell his breath a mile away. And you most certainly wouldn’t be permissive. The drunken person probably wanted to be at work, and you wouldn’t let him. If you send him home, your actions would not be tolerant.
Similarly, let’s pretend that you agree with me on the subject of abortion. You have seen the scientific evidence and believe that an unborn baby is just as human as you are. You feel that all babies should have a chance to live, including those with disabilities.
That said, you hear that a new abortion clinic is being built nearby. Do you
a) give cookies to the hard workers who are making it possible for unwilling mothers to kill their babies (yes, I realize that’s a biased view)
b) sit by and watch, saying and doing nothing
c) donate extra money to the local pro-life movement, or
d) rush to join the pro-lifers who are staging a silent sit down protest on the grounds of the new clinic.
If you picked c or d, you would be intolerant. And yet, if you picked a or b, you would be allowing murder to happen within walking distance of your house.
I could think of dozens of things conservative Christians are intolerant about: abortion, homosexuality, drunkenness, drug use, immodesty, swearing, and adultery, to name just a few. But we honestly believe that all of the sins listed above are hurtful to not only those performing them, but also to their peers.
To speak for myself, I disagree with using violence to solve the problems above. If a pro-lifer plants a bomb in an abortion clinic, I can guarantee it wasn’t my idea.
Yes, I suppose you could say I am intolerant. But I try to be gentle about it. I want to help others, and stand up for my beliefs. Yet while I would encourage you to embrace the Truth, I would never force anyone to agree with my moral code. I certainly hope that most, if not all, people who claim to be Christians agree with my view point.
Tolerance is important in today’s society. It is a part of daily life for most American citizens. People scream, “Be more tolerate of this social group!” Or, “You’re really intolerant, you know.” But do we even know what tolerance means?
As a Christian with a conservative view, I often feel my ‘religious’ group is not tolerated. In fact, we are accused of being intolerant! I can definitely see where these accusations come from. In fact, they are true. Keeping in mind that not all Christians see eye-to-eye on things, I feel that I, as a Christian have been misrepresented.
Indeed, I do disagree with many groups in today’s society. In fact, I have good reason to believe that homosexuals and abortionists are hurting themselves.
Now, you don’t have to agree with me that science says abortion is murder and thus very, truly, wrong, but please roll with me, as I am uses this issue as an example in this paper.
Let’s begin with a question. Are you tolerant of drunkenness in your workplace? Keep in mind that the drunkard probably had good reason to drink so much. He probably needed to drown out his problems. And the beer tasted wonderful. So you should let him keep working or hanging around. In fact, you might want to give him some cash for the next time he feels low.
If you are anything like me, you’re most likely thinking, “No way! I’d send him home and advise him to find a counselor other than the bartender!” But hold up. According to our definition, you would be intolerant. You wouldn’t be fair. The drunkard needs the money for his family. You wouldn’t be objective. You would probably be embarrassed by his sloppy behavior. Not to mention the fact that you could smell his breath a mile away. And you most certainly wouldn’t be permissive. The drunken person probably wanted to be at work, and you wouldn’t let him. If you send him home, your actions would not be tolerant.
Similarly, let’s pretend that you agree with me on the subject of abortion. You have seen the scientific evidence and believe that an unborn baby is just as human as you are. You feel that all babies should have a chance to live, including those with disabilities.
That said, you hear that a new abortion clinic is being built nearby. Do you
a) give cookies to the hard workers who are making it possible for unwilling mothers to kill their babies (yes, I realize that’s a biased view)
b) sit by and watch, saying and doing nothing
c) donate extra money to the local pro-life movement, or
d) rush to join the pro-lifers who are staging a silent sit down protest on the grounds of the new clinic.
If you picked c or d, you would be intolerant. And yet, if you picked a or b, you would be allowing murder to happen within walking distance of your house.
I could think of dozens of things conservative Christians are intolerant about: abortion, homosexuality, drunkenness, drug use, immodesty, swearing, and adultery, to name just a few. But we honestly believe that all of the sins listed above are hurtful to not only those performing them, but also to their peers.
To speak for myself, I disagree with using violence to solve the problems above. If a pro-lifer plants a bomb in an abortion clinic, I can guarantee it wasn’t my idea.
Yes, I suppose you could say I am intolerant. But I try to be gentle about it. I want to help others, and stand up for my beliefs. Yet while I would encourage you to embrace the Truth, I would never force anyone to agree with my moral code. I certainly hope that most, if not all, people who claim to be Christians agree with my view point.
Monday, May 12, 2008
My sister's blog
My little sister just started her own blog, and her first post is amazing! Her site is http://godschildren101.blogspot.com/. Read it and ponder. Then come tell me what a wonderful little sister I have. :-)
That's all for now.
That's all for now.
The Rebelution
On the weekend before last, my class and I had a really cool experience. Okay, actually, we had two cool experiences, but I'm just going to tell you about one of them for now.
You see, there are these twin nineteen year-old guys named Alex and Brett Harris. Perhaps you've heard of them. They have an interesting website at <http://www.therebelution.com/>. They also have a really good book called Do Hard Things. Anyway, my friends and I went to one of their confrences. They told us about how low expectations are and how we teens can really do much more than our culture tells us.
Interesting fact: The word teenager wasn't invented tell 1941 in a Reader's Digest magizine.
Why? Because before the eighteenth centry, there were kids, and there were adults. I am almost 15 and in the old days, I would be considered a part of the adult world.
In the old days, there were some 'teenagers' who accomplished some pretty big things. There was a twelve year old guy named David who, for example, captained a captured ship and kept the defeated captain in his place. There was a girl named Clara who, when she was fourteen, nursed her entire village during a smallpox epidemic. (Clara Barton, founder of the American Red Cross). In our culture, people that same age don't usually do much more than sit around listening to their ipods and IMing eachother.
I could go on, but I won't.
You see, there are these twin nineteen year-old guys named Alex and Brett Harris. Perhaps you've heard of them. They have an interesting website at <http://www.therebelution.com/>. They also have a really good book called Do Hard Things. Anyway, my friends and I went to one of their confrences. They told us about how low expectations are and how we teens can really do much more than our culture tells us.
Interesting fact: The word teenager wasn't invented tell 1941 in a Reader's Digest magizine.
Why? Because before the eighteenth centry, there were kids, and there were adults. I am almost 15 and in the old days, I would be considered a part of the adult world.
In the old days, there were some 'teenagers' who accomplished some pretty big things. There was a twelve year old guy named David who, for example, captained a captured ship and kept the defeated captain in his place. There was a girl named Clara who, when she was fourteen, nursed her entire village during a smallpox epidemic. (Clara Barton, founder of the American Red Cross). In our culture, people that same age don't usually do much more than sit around listening to their ipods and IMing eachother.
I could go on, but I won't.
Chivalry
I wrote this poem a few month ago. I may as well post it, since I have nothing else to write.
Chivalry
Young men,
Do you realize how chivalry makes us feel?
Do you realize how you touch our hearts?
When you open the door, pull out a chair,
Or apologize with a rose,
It warms me up,
Places a smile on my face.
Every courteous and thoughtful thing
Gives girls a pleasure, a special feeling.
We love it when you joke,
When you make us laugh.
We like it when you treat
What we say with respect.
But what really gets us,
What we appreciate,
What we want the most,
Is when you treat us like ladies,
When you do the little things,
When you let us go first,
Or consider our needs.
So, boys, next time you see a girl
Struggling with a load,
Open the door,
Or better yet,
Carry her books for her.
Don’t let chivalry die.
For our sake, keep it alive.
Show us girls
Some gentleman’s care
And know
You have touched a life.
Chivalry
Young men,
Do you realize how chivalry makes us feel?
Do you realize how you touch our hearts?
When you open the door, pull out a chair,
Or apologize with a rose,
It warms me up,
Places a smile on my face.
Every courteous and thoughtful thing
Gives girls a pleasure, a special feeling.
We love it when you joke,
When you make us laugh.
We like it when you treat
What we say with respect.
But what really gets us,
What we appreciate,
What we want the most,
Is when you treat us like ladies,
When you do the little things,
When you let us go first,
Or consider our needs.
So, boys, next time you see a girl
Struggling with a load,
Open the door,
Or better yet,
Carry her books for her.
Don’t let chivalry die.
For our sake, keep it alive.
Show us girls
Some gentleman’s care
And know
You have touched a life.
The Beginning
How to begin?
This is my new blog.
I created it after viewing Firecat's blog (https://firecatcreativity.blogspot.com/).
I love to write. In fact, I got my blog name from a story I am writing. I'm on the 109th page of this story.
I am very inexperienced with computers. My friend just said, "OHHHHHH! YES!! she is a rookie..and owns a stupid dog!" My dog is not stupid. His name is Ridgy, and He's the smartest dog in the entire world, thank you very much.
Anyway, that same friend also told my that all this information about my should be in the "about me" section of my blog. That makes sense...
I'll post more later.
This is my new blog.
I created it after viewing Firecat's blog (https://firecatcreativity.blogspot.com/).
I love to write. In fact, I got my blog name from a story I am writing. I'm on the 109th page of this story.
I am very inexperienced with computers. My friend just said, "OHHHHHH! YES!! she is a rookie..and owns a stupid dog!" My dog is not stupid. His name is Ridgy, and He's the smartest dog in the entire world, thank you very much.
Anyway, that same friend also told my that all this information about my should be in the "about me" section of my blog. That makes sense...
I'll post more later.
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