Wednesday, August 30, 2017

CWWC #8 (last one)

Hey everyone! I'm so sorry I didn't write the last one, and I have no excuse. 😕 But I'm doing this one. 😃

Loren, thank you so much for hosting this! It was fun. 🙂 I used all three prompts, and placed them where I used them. 


I stepped inside the gas station, greeted by a warn blast of air that melted the snow off my coat and hair. It was empty, not strange, considering this time of night, except for the cashier, a bored looking blonde woman with bright pink eye shadow. 
I walked up to the counter, and she blew a large green bubble of gum, popping it as I reached her. "Whadda ya want?" She asked indifferently. 
"Well, I got lost, and I would like to know where I am please."
"And why should I care? No one stays in the Valley for very long. Why should I help ya leave?"  
"Maybe they would stay longer if you were a little more polite." I muttered to myself. Luckily, she had chosen this moment to pop another bubble, so she didn't hear me. "So, is that this place's name? Valley?" 
"I've never heard of it."
She snorted. "O'course ya haven't."
I was getting frustrated. "How do I get out of here?"
"There's a freeway exit around here somewhere, probably towards the north. Now listen hon, are ya leavin'? Or are ya goin' ta jabber all night?" 
I gave a small sigh. 
"Thank you for your help." I turned and walked out the door, I could hear her snort again behind me, and the sound of another popping bubble as I opened the door. I stepped out, instantly enveloped in a cold blast of winter wind. I shoved my hands deeper into my pockets, trying to retain some warmth. As I shuffled out to my car, I saw a blurry figure bent over the hood. What? Who is that, and what are they doing to my car? It's my only way out of here! I picked up the pace, but by the time I got there, the blurry figure was gone. The light snowfall has already given my car a dusting, and I see words written on the windshield: we should talk
Writing Prompt
I stand there, confused. How am I supposed to talk to them, whoever it is, if I don't even know who they are? And if I could find them, how do I know that they aren't really kidnappers? Then I notice a piece of paper tucked under the window wiper. It's a brochure for a hotel, I recognise it, we have one back home. It's large, popular, and safe. There's also directions, it's about 30 miles from here. I brush the snow off the windshield and get in the car, I could use some sleep. And this hotel sounds just about perfect. And if I find that person, maybe I'll talk to them.
Just maybe.   


Ok, no more writing, don't worry, though Loren has kept me very busy with that. 😄 The next post will either be some pictures of the dolls ready for hogwarts, or Kit's account on where we went. 
Have a beautiful day!

Wednesday, August 23, 2017


Loren, I used all three prompts, and placed them where I used them.


A young woman was running. She didn't spare a glance for the sign propped against a tree:

As she ran, she looked behind her. People were coming into sight, shouting, carrying torches and swords. The young woman kept going. "I don't want you to find me yet." She muttered to herself. "Preferably never."
She slowed down to a walk, the woods had gotten thicker. There were no birds singing, just an occasional crow. As she pushed past thorny bushes, she grumbled to herself about wearing wedges. "Worst pair of shoes ever." "Why am I wearing these things again?" "I should go barefoot instead." "But then, some shoes are better than no shoes." A snarl tore the air, and she froze. She slowly looked about her, and her eyes lit up when she spotted a tree with branches close to the ground. But then she glanced back at her shoes and looked despairing. They were rather tall wedges, and held on with several buckled straps. Her face said that there was no way she was getting those off in time to climb. Another snarl, and she noticed a pair of glowing green eyes in the shadows. "Oh dear." It didn't matter if she could climb of not. It could climb as well. Then a 'thwap!' and a yowl, and the eyes disappeared as a large animal ran off. The young woman turned around, and saw a young man dressed in green and brown, lowering his bow.  "Ethan!" She cried, clearly delighted. 
"Helen, what are you doing here? Are you all right?" He asked, a look of concern on his face. "Well... I really don't know." She said, looking troubled. "I was at the market, and then I heard the strange horn again, and this time they all decided to arrest me, so I ran, and I'm really tired, these stupid shoes are killing my feet, and what about my family? I don't know whether they're being affected by the strange horn, or if the villagers are arresting them as well..." She started to cry, and Ethan came over and hugged her. 
"It'll be alright," He said, "I'll take you home, and then go check on your family." Helen nodded, her tears slowing. Ethan picked her up, and carried her, while she gazed out behind them, thinking, wondering, and remembering things that only she knew about.


That was a little short and odd, but oh well. Expect a more interesting post soon! (that is, as soon as I finish reading harry potter)

Saturday, August 19, 2017


(come on girls, the shire is winning! step it up!)


I'm getting tired
Mentally tired. 😛
But anyway, here's my story.
Loren, I used all three prompts, and placed the pictures where I used them.


I hurried down the hall, unsure of where I was, or how I got there. I had curled up on the sofa at home, letting my mind wander, and then woke up here. It was very strange, and I wasn't sure whether I was dreaming or not. I had passed rooms full of old book, rooms of odd contraptions, and rooms full of glowing bottles. I glanced into another room and gave a start. 
Execution of the butterfly
A young man stood there, blind folded, wrists bound, and what where those on the wall behind him? Bones? Wing bones? No, no, they must be branches. But who would put branches like that on the wall? And then stand in front of them? I shook my head and continued. 
I walked outside and gasped.
The landscape was incredible. Mountains, beautiful waterfalls, and- gulp. And very far fall. And out on a rocky outcrop was a person in a cloak. "All this weirdness," I muttered. "and then there's you."
rainydaysandblankets: “ And Then You // Greg Laswell ”
I did not want to deal with this. I turned, and started making my way down the mountain. It was very narrow and steep, and as I scrambled onto an overhang, I slipped-
I screamed- and I woke up, whacking my head on the floor. I sat up, rubbing my head. Thank goodness it was only a dream.


That was terrible. 🙈
Well, I'm off. I also won't be back for a bit, so I might miss cwwc #6. But when I get back, Kit will have a post for you!
What did you think of my story? Do you think that first prompt is weird? 
Kind of cool, but still really weird. Me and my siblings just binge 
watched most of ninjago season 3 last night. Have 
you ever done something like that?

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?

Thursday, August 10, 2017


Hey everybody! 🙋

Loren, I used all three prompts, and placed them where I used them.


There it was, the house from my dream. I trudged up to it, a little wary, but not too concerned. I had been dreaming about it for the past few days, and if my dreams were to be trusted, I could find what I needed here.
What I needed was my sister. 
I remembered how she used to cling to my hand and look at me so trustingly, with echos my mother's voice saying "You're her big sister. She's going to look up to you."
But now she was gone, leaving only a feather that looked like it came from a fairy tale.
That's when I started to dream.
I shook off the memories and went up the stairs.
I stepped in the door and looked around. Everything was just like in my dreams, and I knew where to go. As I turned and started walking out of the room, I noticed something out of place from the corner of my eye.
Something was written on one of the bricks creating the white fireplace.

Blasphemy // Bring Me The Horizon
ASK NO QUESTIONS AND YOU'LL GET NO LIES it claimed. I shivered. That hadn't been in any of my dreams, I wondered why.
I shook it off and turned into the main bedroom and scanned the shelves that lined the room. They were full of large, old books, but I was looking for one in particular. I spotted it at the end of a shelf. It was a smaller book, and I had dreamed this part many times over. I pulled it out, this was where I would get my answers, what happened to my sister, how to get her back, and where the feather came from. I placed it on the bed and opened it. 
Oh no.

The pages where burnt, and what wasn't burnt was water stained to be unreadable. No no no, this couldn't be true! I was supposed to get my answers, but my dream had been wrong, and- 
What was that?
I turned around, and saw a tall, thin man standing in the doorway. "Now, now, now," He said. "I did try to warn you. But now I'm afraid, you shall meet the same fate as your sister." I was startled. "You've seen my sister?" I asked. This guy was creepy, but maybe I could figure out how to get to her. He just smiled evilly. "tut, tut, tut." He said. "Ask no questions, and you'll get no lies." I heard footsteps behind me, and everything went black.


Don't worry, I'll continue it. 😉
I really had no idea where I was going with this story, so it was kind of fun! Like, funner than normal. 😂 
I've got some more photos to drown you with, but not many are about dolls. hmm. I should take one on a photo shoot. Oh! I've also (finally) got a craft I should post. And I feel like I should do another dollhouse tour, what do you think?
What did you think of my story? Do you want it to be continued? 
Should I do another dollhouse tour? We've been having a cool 
mini streak, what's your weather like?

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

weekend trip part 2

Yeah, so Oma goes to Russia, and buys all of us matryoshka dolls! All seven of us, plus one for my mom, some metal soldiers for the boys, Thorin and Wakko, in case they weren't to interested in nesting dolls, and a mug and hat for my dad. 
Oma is so awesome.
That was a rather abrupt greeting.
I got an awesome-but-will-probably-end-looking-terrible plan for my siblings Christmas gifts. Yes, it's August, and yes, Christmas isn't in forever, but when you have 6 curious siblings you have to start early because 1, there is SIX of them, and 2, your time without them is limited.
To the post.
I got a beautiful girl, purple and red, and scroll down to see how small she gets. 

Look at that! That biggest one is a little more than 8", and the smallest is like a 1/4". It's crazy! (I also added a bit of color to the two smallest when I got home.)

Another picture of the morning. 🌅
We went out on the beach, and it was looking stormy, and the other kids just wanted to make sand castles, and I didn't, and I also needed a bit of introvert recharge, since my recharge time is either gone or shortened on vacation. So remember this?
See the thing that the jet skis are one? Well, I waded out there and sat on the far end, with my feet danging in the water. I looked out towards the bridge, or up at the sky, relaxed, kicked my feet in the water and talked to myself. Not loudly, just softly talked to myself, about whatever came to my mind. I was thinking talking about legos when I realized that Thorin was sneaking up on me, with Ivy behind, hoping to eavesdrop. Hopeless, Throin, Hopeless. You should have tried to get Ivy to do it, she would have gotten farther. Needless to say, I whirled around and chased to two of them across the beach, Ivy first. Since she's faster, I need to do it when I have the wind, then when I'm tired and satisfied, I chase down Thorin, who's easier to catch. We had a quick argument about what counts as weird, and I went back to my spot, splashing and talking to myself. It's become my new favorite place. 🙂

look at that strip of blue!

We were going home, and got ice cream. ðŸĶI also wrote some of a book I'm plotting, and its longer than I expected. But I stopped because I was trying to figure out everyone's name, and my siblings were reading over my shoulder and making fun. So I elbowed them. With 'the elbows of doom!' as Ivy and Thorin have named them. 😏

We got home, and I spotted a lovely cloud over the next door neighbors house.

And the crepe myrtle was blooming, so I tried to get some pictures. 

I love crepe myrtles. ❤

Have a wonderful day! 
Does that matryoshka get ridiculous tiny or what? Do you mind vacation 
posts? I hope not, because I got another one. 
Do your siblings drive you nuts?
 Do you like crepe myrtles? 

Monday, August 7, 2017


You know, there might be only cwwc posts for a while. 😆 They're so close together! Good thing I enjoy them. 😛 (And you better learn to! 😜)
All that said, here is story number two!
Loren, I used all three prompts, and placed them where I use them.


I looked out the window of my new room and sighed. I couldn't believe that we'd actually moved! And I couldn't decide whether I was happy about that or not. I was away from my friends, but still within visiting distance, so that was good. The houses were very close together, but that made cool little passages to explore, right? The houses were also kind of beat up, including ours, but they were very fancy, and would make interesting photography subjects. It was grey, and the trees were bare, but it was winter. Things would brighten up in the spring. 
I sat down in a chair ad glanced around my room. I should unpack, but first I wanted to check for secret passages. There should at least be one, there always was in books. I leaned against the back of the chair and closed my eyes. I was tired, and-
I opened my eyes with a start. Had I fallen asleep? I wasn't sure. It didn't look any different outside, but that didn't mean anything. Something felt different, but I wasn't sure what. Oh well, I thought. I decided to go explore outside. I went past my parents, who were busy in the kitchen. I didn't have any siblings, so I slipped out without being seen. I wanted to be alone for a bit. I stepped onto our little yard and looked around. I spotted a cat, staring at me from across the street. I smiled, I had always liked cats, but my parents wouldn't get me one. This cat was a beautiful chalky gray. It turned around and walked into the space between two of the houses. I hesitated, and looked around. There were no cars, and no lights, and no people to be seen. So, nobody must be home. For like, most of the street. Weird. I followed the cat. The ally was narrow, and dark. I couldn't see the cat anywhere, and I didn't want to get lost looking for it. I was about to turn around when I noticed a glow. So I kept walking, and I found a window. A window? On this side? The light was on, so someone was home after all. I couldn't help but peek in. The first thing I noticed were the chains. Stretching across the hard wood floor, lying in loops and piled up in piles. They were attached to an ankle, and the ankle was attached to the rest of a boy.  
He was skinny, and wearing shorts and a T-shirt. His brown hair was messy, and he had bruises on his arms, and a red slap mark on his cheek. He turned towards me, and his eyes were wild. Hurt. Broken. I wanted to duck down but I couldn't, I was frozen, standing there. I shouldn't have been able to hear him very well through the glass, but he spoke clear as day. "Don't let it end like this. Tell them I said something."
I was confused, and still frozen. I could suddenly turn, and images flashed in the air in front of me. Four kids, beat up, running. Screams, as three were taken away. One came here. This one. I turned in the other direction and ran back towards home. I ran into the house and slammed the door behind me. My mother walked into the room, drying a dish with a towel.  "Not all prisons are physical. Some carry with you wherever you go." She said. Then the walls blew up, dropping the second story down upon us.
I woke up for good when I fell out of my chair. I had started awake, sure that the house was collapsing, and had a brief view of the room falling sideways...then I hit the floor and realized it was me. I sat up, rubbing my head. Had it really been a dream? I wasn't sure If I was relieved or disappointed. I'd have to find out. Carefully. I heard my mother calling me. I went downstairs, and jumped. My mother was at the door, talking to a woman holding something wrapped in tinfoil, banana bread, from the smell of it. At her side stood a skinny boy, the one I'd seen in my dream. He had no bruises on his arms, no slap mark on his face, no chains. His hair wasn't that messy. But his face was quiet, reserved. Like he was hiding. I thought about what my mother had said in my dream, it wasn't the first time she had said it. She had said it before, when I was awake. My mother introduced me to them, and I smiled and said hello. The boy didn't quite smile back. The woman gave my mother the banana bread, and after they left, I asked my mom who they were. "Weren't you paying attention?" She asked, giving me a funny look. "No, I suppose you weren't. That's our new neighbor and her son, well, not technically. He's a foster care, but her and her husband plan on adopting him." Hmm. That kind of explained it. If the rest of my dream was true, he probably had siblings, but they got split up. Poor kid. I glanced out the window and saw a chalky gray cat sitting on the porch of the house that the boy had just entered. "You should get to know him," my mother suggested. "Make your first friend here." Yes, I thought. That's a very good idea. 


I'm not sure if I like this ending, but it was the best I could come up with. 😐
I also like the dream, but not a dream thing. 😛

What do you think of my story? Did you notice how nobody in it has names? 
Am I the only one who thinks the houses in the first prompt look cool? 
Do you have so many siblings that you need to start prepping for
 their Christmas presents early? like, way early? 😆