Thursday, September 29, 2016

The Selcouth Award

Hey girls! I know there have been a lag on interesting doll posts, I lost the i-pod, sorry, but I am here with another writing post. :p
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The rules
1. Thank the blog that nominated you (and a link if you’re willing). 
2. Nominate 5-10 blogs (links too!).
3. Answer the 13 questions given, and give the definition of your favorite (or just beautiful) word.
4. Ask 13 questions of your own. They must all be about writing, reading, books or book characters. Make them as creative/wacky/selcouth as can be!
5. Post the rules and the picture in your post!

I was nominated by Grace. Thank you Grace!

The questions

  1. When did you start writing/blogging?
  2. What was your motive to start writing/blogging?
  3. What is you favorite genre(s) to read/write?
  4. Is there a genre you just cannot stand?
  5. Who is your favorite character that you have made up yourself?
  6. Who is your favorite character of another author?
  7. Are you a pantser or planner?
  8. What is your favorite thing about reading/writing/blogging? (This could be a feeling, inspiration, etc.)
  9. In what kind of working environment do you process thoughts well and come up with your best ideas?
  10. What is your favorite quote?
  11. What is a reading/writing achievement you are especially proud of?
  12. What is something a non-writer/blogger will never understand?
  13. Lastly, what is your favorite word, and why? 
1. When did you start writing/blogging?
I started writing when I was little, but I rarely actually wrote them down. I just made up these stories, and I would tell them to my siblings. Even now I don't like to write them down. :p I started blogging earlier this year, in March.

2.What was your motive to start writing/blogging?
I don't know what my motive was to start writing, but my motive to blog was that I wanted to share my crafts with more people than my sisters.

3. What is your favorite genre(s) to read/write?
Oh, fantasy definitely. :)

4. Is there a genre you just cannot stand?
I don't know, I guess romance? I don't mind romance on the side, (that sounds so weird XD ) but when romance is what the whole book is about, then uh-uh.

5. Who is your favorite character that you have made up yourself?
Hmm. Hmm. I'll say Allie, the main character in a book I'm going to show you soon. :)

6. Who is your favorite character of another author? 
 Ok, here's a not-so-short list. :p
Sirius Black
Remus Lupin
Annabeth Chase 
Percy Jackson
Leo Valdez
Alyss (The rangers apprentice)
Primrose Everdeen
Peeta Melark
Sophie Foster
Biana Vacker 

7. Are you a pantser or a planer?
I'm in the middle. ;)

8. What is your favorite thing about reading/writing/blogging? (This could be a feeling, inspiration, etc.)
My favorite thing about reading is that I get taken to another world, it's awesome. :) My favorite thing about writing, is that if I forget parts of the stories I make up, (HA! As if. XD ) I have it written down so it's not gone forever. My favorite part of blogging is getting nice comments. :) Thank you all!

9. In what kind of working environment do you process thoughts well and come up with your best ideas? 
In bed, when I should be sleeping. XD

10. What is you favorite quote?
Quotes? jeez, I dunno, I don't DO quotes, How about this one:
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(image not mine)

11. What is a reading/writing achievement you are especially proud of?
Well, once I read for like, forty hours in a week for a contest my library was having, and I won two all day tickets to the state fair. :)

12. What is something a non writer/blogger will never understand?
Writers block. A non writer/blogger will never understand how writers block works. 

13. Lastly, what is your favorite word, and why?
Flibbertigibbet! It's so fun to say! XD

I nominate:
Hazel, thestorydolls
Tory, americangirl-ify
Kara, dollworld
PnA H, kaitsagcrafts
And I can't think of a fifth person, so I also nominate anyone who likes saying 'flibbertigibbet' XD 

The questions for the nominees:
1. When did you start writing/blogging?
2. What is your favorite thing to write/blog about?
3. What's your favorite book? Who's your favorite character in that book?
4. Have you read Harry Potter? If you have, what house are you in? (I'm in Ravenclaw)
5. What's your least favorite book?
6. When you're reading, do you like sad endings or happy endings?
7. When you're writing/telling a story, do you like sad endings or happy endings?
8. Do you end up in crazy positions when you're reading? (Like upside down, or something.)
9. Have you ever read, or tried to read, a book in a different language?
10. Do you read during long car rides?
11. What's better, the book or the movie? 
12. Do you have an ENORMOUS collection of half filled notebooks? 
13. Lastly, what is your favorite word, and why?


P.S. Isn't it so pretty? I love canva!

Monday, September 26, 2016

TWIC challenge 5


Team Quill

Hello! Hallo! Oi! Salut! (Those last three were three different languages, can you guess which?) 
Anyway, let's get this story on! 
(BTW, I decided to continue this challenge.)
Grace, I used all three prompts and mentioned a quill. I will place the prompt images when I come to them, and bold the quill.

I was tired, and without a plan. I had spent the rest of that day preparing, and the next traveling across the city to the orphanage. I had spent the night in a cardboard box, and spent the next day scouting around, to see what I was up against. I had gotten out of this very building twice, and it looked like there would not be a third time. At least not without help, and maybe a tank. I stayed around for two more days, trying not to be spotted, because with an orphanage right there, people would be more likely to turn me in. But then, maybe not. I am almost fifteen after all. But I didn't want any more risks then there already were. I finally gave up and traveled for half a day to the coast. The breeze and salty air would clear my head, and maybe I would be able to think better. I sat on the edge of a cliff, The breeze blowing the loose strands of my braid back. I watched the sun come out from behind the clouds, and a ship sail by.
I had calmly gone over and over the plans in my head, but none of them would work without help. So the first step would be to find help, but where? I heard rustling and turned my head. A girl, about my age, was wandering across the field, towards the small forest the the other side. She looked out towards the sea, and for a moment I saw her face. Something told me I could trust her. I hopped up, and followed her across the field. By the time I caught up, we were in the forest. "Hey." I said she looked over her shoulder at me. She had like, the best hair EVER. It was long, thick, shiny dark brown curls that fell down her back and shoulders. Her face was pale, and her eyes were a green/gray/blue. She wore a light brown dress.
Character prompt.:
"Hey." She answerd back.
"I need your help." I said. She raised an eyebrow and started walking again. I walked with her.
"You don't want my help." She said. I snorted.
"Yeah, I do. And I don't want it, I need it."
"Fine. You don't need my help."
"Yes I do, and- oh, whatever, why do I not want your help?"
"Because they say I'm a traitor. Maybe I am. All I know is that I did what I had to do."
Daily Writing Prompt - Writers Write Creative Blog:
I shrugged. 
"Fine with me. Do what you have to do will be good, because you have to help me, and as for a traitor, nobody can tattle to the old crab we'll be sneak'n past, because all she'll do is add you to her collection. And also, I'm kind of a traitor to, for leaving them in there so long."
She raised her eyebrow again.
"It's 'we'? Who are 'they'? And what will 'we' be doing sneaking past an old crab?"
"My siblings." I said, "They're trapped in an orphanage, and I need your help to get them out." Then I told her about my sibling, how Eleanor was so sweet, and took care of everybody, and Nicole loved watching people play soccer at parks and schools, how Mathew always tried to catch the the ducks that lived in the pond, how Catherine loved visiting the library, and the quill she always played with, and how Lydia was always so happy, and she always smiled, until she got sick. 
"How did they end up in the orphanage?" She asked. I gave a little half smile.
"I'll only tell you if you tell me who you betrayed and how you did it." She pursed her lips and shook her head.
"Can't tell you that."
"Then I can't tell you either." This time it was her turn for a half smile.
"I guess we're at a stand still then." 
"So will you help me?" I asked. She paused for a moment. 
"Alright." She said.
"Then it's a deal." I said. "By the way, my name is Irene." She smiled.
"I'm Chloe." I shook her hand.
"It's a deal Chloe." 
I had a plan.
How was that, you like it? Do you think Irene's plan will work? Who did Chloe betray? How?
Well, toodles!

P.S. hmm, I should change my sign off.

Friday, September 23, 2016

TWIC challenge 4


Team Quill
We're in the lead! :D
Grace, I used all three prompts and a quill. I will place the prompt images as I come to them, and bold the quill.

Rose was exploring. Her Grandmother's house was so big! Right now she was exploring the attics. So far she had found three, all full of boxes and trunks, filled with fascinating things. Old, leather bound books, photo albums, fancy costumes, and an unending supply of interesting nick-knacks. As Rose closed another box, she spotted a door handle along the back wall. That's strange. She thought. Maybe it leads to another attic. Or a secret room! She pushed boxes out of the way, and wiggled through small spaces to reach the door. It was made of rough wood planks with big, old fashioned, rusty handle. To her surprise, light was streaming out of the keyhole.  
Writing Stimulus
She leaned down, and peered through the keyhole. What she saw was a pink silk sleeve, with an ermine lining. Rose stepped back, puzzled. Is it on a mannequin? Or is that a person? Could I open the door without anyone noticing? She had decided that there was at least one person in there, or other wise there wouldn't be any light. Rose very carefully turned the handle. It was unlocked, so she very slowly pulled it open a crack. Nothing happened, so she peeked through, and let out a gasp. She was looking into a throne room, a splendid one, all marble or polished wood. The door was in a corner near the throne, which was made of gold, with jewels inlaid, and more practically, red velvet cushions. Rose instantly regretted gasping, and looked around nervously, but no one was paying attention. And 'no one' was the king, looking very un-regal, and more as if he had just heard a good joke. He was talking with a prince, who was standing on the long red carpet that stretched across the room. The prince look relived, happy, and tired at the same time, as he had just done something difficult, and succeeded. Rose's gaze wandered over the courtiers for a moment, who were whispering among themselves, or watching the prince and king talk. Then Rose focused her attention on the owner of the sleeve she had seen. The sleeve was a very large and droopy sleeve, attached to a a flowy pink dress, which was on a girl. A girl who looked like her, with long blonde hair. She must be a princess. Thought Rose, because she had a gold circlet in her hair. Rose opened the door a little more, and stepped out. The light intensified, and Rose blinked. When the light went back to normal, she was confused. Why had the girl in front of her disappeared? And why was she feeling so heavy? She looked down and had to stifle another gasp. Her hair hung over her shoulders, longer, and more curly, and she was wearing the pink dress. The king turned towards her. "Well, my dear girl, step out, step out and tell this wonderful young man your answer!" Rose paled. She glanced behind her. The door was still there, and she stepped backwards, back through the door. When the light faded, she was back in the attic. The door was wide open, so she could still see into the room. The princess had stepped forward, and must have answered when Rose was transferring from the room, because she and the prince were smiling at each other, and everybody else was clapping. The king started talking about a wedding. Rose smiled, and she closed the door. That was weird. She thought. It must be magic. She was glad that none of them could see her when she was on this side of the door. It was nice, not having to worry about being seen like in books. Rose opened the door again, and yelped. Because instead of the throne room, she saw a room made of trees. Living trees, their branches crisscrossing across each other for a ceiling. In the center of the room stood another girl, and this time she looked exactly like Rose's mother. She was tall and thin, very pale and elegant. She had long, flowing brown hair, and her face was sad and beautiful.
She was looking towards the other end of the room, so Rose looked over to. She was looking at a long table, where about ten old elves were sitting, with quills, ink, and lots of parchment. One of the elves cleared his throat. "Arrrhem. Now, we have come to the conclusion for the young one Elise, who was accused for failing in the learnings of magic, due to her human side, leading to seventeen injuries, and now four fatalities. It has been decided that since she is incompetent to do magic, she shall have her memory modified, and be placed among humans, as she will be more helpful there." The other murmured in agreement, and the girl gave a cry of despair. Rose slammed the door. She wouldn't be able to help, and she didn't want to watch. She took a few deep breathes, leaning on the door, processing what she had just seen. So the girl was half elf. Wow. I would have liked to see her parents, that would have been cool. I wonder, which parent was elf? Rose tapped her chin thoughtfully. And why did she look just like Mom? That's kind of creepy... An idea began to form in her mind, but she shook it off. Rose turned around and opened the door again, curious about what she would see now. She saw a long hall, lined with paintings. The way it was built, and with the marble and polished wood, it looked like it was the same palace as the first one she saw. There was a girl, maybe a princess, wandering the corridor. She had on a splendid dress, though her head was unadorned. But it was her face that caught Rose's attention. It wasn't her grandma's chin and eyes, is wasn't her mother's nose, or her aunt's hair, the way it framed her face like that. It was the mixture of sadness, pain, restlessness, duty, the look of someone with the world on their shoulders- Never had she seen someone look so lost in their own home before.  
The girl walked past a painting of the king Rose first saw, confirming her suspicion. Rose realized that he had her uncle's smile, and her other suspicion grew. Then Rose heard a call, she and the princess looked and beheld a servant approaching. He bowed. "My lady, I have come with the daily report." She sighed, and kept walking. Luckily, the door was moving at the pace of their walking, so Rose didn't have to crane her neck, or step out.
"More bad news?"
"I'm afraid so. We only have enough food and drink to supply the people for a day. We still have not found the tunnel, and the enemy are as strong as ever." The princess looked pained. "Lady Aurora, it would be an easy thing to surrender."
"No." They stopped before a large painting of a family, the mother was the half-elf. Princess Aurora looked up at the woman, who really looked like Rose's mom in that painting. "Before mother died, I promised her that I would never surrender, never make my father and brother's lives spent in vain. Never." Her gaze now went to the smiling, bearded man with an arm around her mother's waist, and the three grinning young men. The servant looked sad to. 
"That is so, but still-"
"My lady! My lady!" Another servant was approaching, covered in dirt, and very excited. "My lady! We found it!" The Aurora's face lit up immediately. 
"You found it? Really? Are you sure?" 
"Yes, yes! It's just how the letter described it, we found it, oh we found it!" Princess Aurora turned to the first servant, who was looking relieved.
"Tell the people, and make the necessary arrangements. We leave tonight." The servant bowed. 
"Yes my lady." He walked swiftly from the room, looking very happy. The princess now turned the the dirty servant.
"Tell your workers to go home, you deserve a few hours rest." 
"Thank you my lady." He bowed and walked out of the room, leaving a trail of dirt. The princess turned to the painting.
"Father, I will protect our people. And in time, I shall make sure that our blood lives on. The name may change, but my children will know that they are royalty. And mother, I will send one of my sons, when he is of age, to find your lost childhood." So it was the half elf I saw! Rose thought. The princess now turned, and walked away. Rose felt something inside her, telling her to close the door, so she did. Rose sat down on a box, thinking. So, princess Aurora was the daughter of the half elf, who got her memory wiped, so she 'lost her child hood' or more like, 'lost her child hood memories'. I'm guessing that the half elf, what was her name again? Elise? Yeah, Elise. So I'm guessing the Elise married a descendant of the first princess I saw. But wouldn't she have gone to her husbands kingdom? Maybe she had a brother, who stayed, got married, and had kids, or maybe she was an only child, so when her father the king died, she had to rule, while that prince she married ruled his fathers kingdom. And why did they look so much like my mom, and the people from my mother's side? We couldn't be, we couldn't be descended from them, could we? It's possible... Rose got up, and reached for the door handle, then noticed something. There wasn't any light coming from the keyhole. That's strange. Maybe it's night where I'm going to look next. She opened the door. The light bulb above her head cast light into it, and she saw that it was a small closet. Full of boxes. Rose wanted to cry. She shut the door, and opened it again, still a closet. Rose was about to leave, when she decided that she might as well look into the boxes. Rose was glad she did. She found old maps, pages torn from history books, and the diaries. Stacks, and stacks of diaries. Rose opened them. She found the dairies of Aurora, and Elise, And the diaries of the other members of their family. Also dairies from Elise's childhood, with a note from Aurora's son, saying that he had found them in the forest. There were dairies for generations of their family, and Rose couldn't wait to read them with her family, and someday add her diaries to the collection.
That took FOREVER to write. :p Now I'm exhausted.

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Colonial girl - a photo shoot (with commentary)


I've forgotten to post, haven't I?


Well, well, who is this?

Go away cat, you'll knock the mysterious girl over.

It's Elizabeth!

She's going for a walk.

 Focus on the doll...

...focus on the ground.

Ahh, breath it in.

Oop! Got to get home, can't be late!

Off she goes!

Aaaaand, here are some extra pics.

And Daisy's pet bunny, Brownie.

Isn't he so soft looking? He just won't stay still though.....
Jaclynn addressed a very important topic HERE, which I am horribly guilty of....*hides head in hands*
And Hazel well as Maria.....
Oh, I have to finish school. Bye!

Friday, September 16, 2016

TWIC challenge 3


Team quill is in the lead! :D
Team Quill

Grace, I used all three prompts and a quill. I will place the prompt images as I come to them, and bold the quill.

writing prompt:
There used to be six of us... Now I'm alone. Eleanor, Nicole, Matthew, Catherine, and Lydia. All gone. I was the one who got them out of the orphanage with me.... I was the one who kept us alive on the streets for over a year... and I was the one who lost them. I kept walking, gazing at the sky. It was foggy, and there were dead leaves on the road, I could here them crunching under my feet. I was so focused on the sky, I didn't see that the road said 'dreams'
I didn't notice anything until I heard that voice. "Irene!" I whipped around.
"Matthew?" I saw him standing in the road, looking at me sadly. 
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"Oh, Matthew how did you get here? Where are the others? Why are you just standing there like that?" 
"Irene, everything has gone wrong. We need your help!" He said. Then he dissolved. I started backwards. "How?....." Then two hot pink birds swooped down, grabbed me, flew very high......and disappeared, dropping me towards a lake. I saw an image shimmering in the lake, a memory from not long ago..............

A few months ago, Lydia had gotten sick. We spent three days with Eleanor and Catherine taking care of Lydia the best they could, While Nicole, Matthew and me researched the public library, tying to find out what she had. I finally just stole some medicine to help her cough......but I was caught. Someone saw me slip out with it, and called the police. I took a long twisting detour to throw them off, then slowed down and headed back to the ally we were staying at. A police man stepped out of nowhere and called for me to stop, I ran, still going for the ally. "Nikki! Plan B!" I screamed as soon as I got into ear shot. The police man was catching up. Nicole came skidding out of the ally, and I threw her the medicine. She caught it, and instantly darted back into the ally, though her eyes told me that she didn't want to. Ahh, Nikki. Such a fighter. Then the police man caught up. He got me by the elbows just as the rest of the police men came.
"Well, you got her, where is the medicine she stole?" One of them asked.
"She has an accomplice. She threw it to her before I could catch up."
"Where did the accomplice go?"
"Down that ally." The first one turned and walked down the ally, the others followed, peering into cracks and corners. The police man who was holding me followed, still keeping a tight grip on me. They had walked right past them when Lydia coughed, and they doubled back. They were behind a dumpster, with trash cans partly concealing the entry. They all looked in, and saw what for me was normal, but for them, not. Nicole was standing right in the middle, feet planted firmly, hands on her hips, and eyes blazing. Behind her, Matthew and Catherine where huddled up on either sides of Eleanor, who was had Lydia on her lap. Catherine was fiddling with a quill. Eleanor looked perfectly calm, but it's a gift of hers. She can be calm in any situation. She was whispering reassuring words to them, as she gave Lydia a small spoon full of the cough medicine. Everyone was still. The only movement was Lydia and Eleanor. The policeman in front sent one man to the back, to make sure they didn't try to go that way, and then told another man to get Nicole. The man wiggled in, and all we could here was scuffling, grunts, and an occasional squeak from Catherine for three minutes before the Police man wiggled out backwards, bruised, pulling Nicole out. Eleanor quietly followed, carrying Lydia, with Matthew beside her and Catherine holding onto her skirt. They marched us to the car when Nicole doubled over, retching. She caught my eye, clearly telling me to go, them doubled over again. With everyone occupied, I slipped away. The only one who saw me was Catherine, who stared at me with big, sad, hopeful eyes. 'I'll come back Cathy.' I mouthed. 'Ok' she mouthed back. Or maybe it was touche, I don't know. Then the world started to swirl, went black, and I fell off a park bench.
 I sat up and looked around. No one was paying attention. I sighed and got up.It's been a few months since I saw them, but I know where they are. They will be fed, Lydia should be better by now, and they will be completely miserable. Nikki told me to go because she knows I'm an expert at getting people out of things, but only if I have time to think. It's time to make a plan.

I think I will continue this...but maybe not......
hmmm, what do you think?

P.S. Hazel posted this really funny story, you can read it HERE. She also posted two photo shoots, you can read them HERE and HERE.

Thursday, September 15, 2016

Star Wars ComLINKS, R2-D2 is da best

Hi! This is something new I'll sometimes do, it looked fun! It's something Jenmarie made up. This months topic is 'favorite droid' as soon as I saw it I knew what I was going to do. :)

R2-D2!!!! He's da best. The end. 


JUST KIDDING!!! I'll try to scrape up an explanation, but really, you have to watch the movies to understand why I love him so much. :)

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I was really little when I first watched star wars, but I remember liking R2-D2 right away, because he was so shiny and blue, and his beeps were so cute!

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Also, he is very brave.......

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Very smart.......

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Really funny....... :D ('Mine! Mine!') 

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And looks out for his friends.

All in all, he's just a really lovable droid, and should be everybody's favorite. :)
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So that's it. R2-D2 is da best. :)

(Wow, that was really, really short. :P )