Tuesday, August 15, 2017


Hello girls! 
My birthday is sometime next week, (won't tell you when!) and I get to read Harry potter and the half-blood prince so yaaaaaay! And so I'm re-reading the rest of the series. :) And writing stories, and wishing the weather would either cool down or heat up, just make up your mind already. I also had a dream a few nights ago that I met Jaclynn and Emma, and I was really disappointed when I woke up and it was just a dream. 😛
Loren, I used all three prompts, and placed them where I used them. 
I'm also continuing from the third story.


It was my 13th birthday.
I was sitting at the dinning room table, smiling, my family gathered around. I was looking at my birthday cake, a beautiful, light lavender with pick icing spelling out 'you're so pretty' 
After everyone had admired it, my mom stuck the candles in and lit them, and they began to sing. "Happy birthday to you" My little sisters wobbly high voice rose above theirs, and My grin grew wider. I loved my family. I loved my cake. I loved my sister. 

I sat up and yawned, shaking my head to clear it. I looked around the blank cell, which wasn't that bad for a jail. Just incredibly boring. White floor. White ceiling. White bed with white sheets. White door. Locked. It had a small window that looked into a white hall. White walls. Well, not all of them. On one side of the room, was a small white table with a paint set. Whoever had stayed here before had started painting planets on the wall, against a black back round. I got up, twisting my hair into a messy bun, and walked over, picking up the paintbrush. I wasn't skilled enough to finish the planets, but I could fill in the in between parts.
I dipped the brush in the black paint and started touching up where the paint had been spread too thin. It wasn't the most interesting thing to do, but it wasn't boring either. It was so quiet I could practically hear my heart beating. I was about to start humming, anything to interrupt this quiet, when I heard the faint muffled sound of footsteps. I put down the brush and hurried over to the door, peering out of the small window. The footsteps came closer, and then they came into view. The tall pale man, who had locked me up here, followed by two other men, who were keeping a tight hold on someone very small. She lifted her head and I gasped. It was Catherine, my sister! She looked thinner, her hair was matted, and she never spoke, never made a sound, but the look in her eyes told me exactly what was about to happen. 
writing prompt
I've used this prompt before. 😆
Her eyes had that small sparkle in them, that she always gets whenever she's going to cause some trouble. "No," I whispered, more to myself, since she couldn't hear me. "no, Cathy, it's not gonna work! You're to small!" She gave me a glance, and even a bit of a smile, before she went into action. She turned her head and bit the arm holding her on the left, while she kicked the rights man's shins. I heard yells and thumps, but I was gone. I had broken one of the legs off the small table when I had first arrived, but I had not done anything with it. If I broke the window on the door, it was too small to climb out of, and it wouldn't matter that I could reach the knob from the outside, since I didn't have a key or a way to pick the lock. So I had just propped the leg back under the table and waited. I yanked the leg out from under the table and the paints went flying, spattering the room with color, though I didn't stop to look. I ran back over to the door and swung hard at the window. It cracked, and with the next swing it shattered. I was surprised that they still hadn't managed to get Cathy under control, but then, maybe it wasn't so surprising. I reached through the window and whacked the tall thin man on the head with me new weapon. He went down, it was quite satisfying. The other two were harder. I whacked them whenever they came close enough, and Cathy kept kicking and hitting. they finally went down, or at least surrendered. They gave me Cathy the key to my cell, and she unlocked it. Then we locked them in it, and I gave Cathy a hug, while she smiled and chattered about how she knew I was going to find her, and she had nothing eat but mac n cheese and oatmeal for dayyyys, and the books were boring, and they kept asking her where the fairies were, but she wouldn't tell them, and- Wait, fairies? But I shook it out of my mind. We needed to get out. "Come on Cathy," I told her. "Let's go home." I took her hand, and we walked off. We hadn't noticed that the tall thin man had vanished.


Ok, I think it needs another part. 😆

Have a beautiful day! 

What do you think of this story? Is it weird? I think it should 
have another part, what do you think? Do you ever
dream about meeting other bloggers?