Dear Readers,
I've decided to write down this scene idea down for you guys 'cause it's actually been lounging around in my brain waiting to be 'unleashed' onto the computer :)
Sarah sighed, now that her rowdy children were being taken good care of she could relax a bit. She initially plopped down on the rarely used sofa, it wasn't worn down because she and the boys were always so busy they pretty much never rested until bedtime; but, she couldn't get comfortable today. Oddly enough, her gaze was drawn to the smooth mac book on the table. She hadn't written anything for pleasure since she had started college, ten years ago. Now, at 31, she had a hardworking husband, three lovely (but loud) boys and two enormous cats. Writing for pleasure had seeped out of her life more and more through the years and as she approached the smooth computer, opened a new Microsoft Document, and sat down in the leather swivel that sat beneath the small table; she felt like she was home. She stared at the screen, on which was depicted the blank page of a fresh sheet. She poised her motherhood-worn fingers inches from the sleek white keyboard and as her fingers descended on the beloved keys, she wrote, and wrote as if she'd never been away from the letters for more than two days. Her fingers danced over the keys making that satisfying clicking music as her thoughts flowed from her fingers and into the document. She composed a symphony of feeling as she told the story of some mystery mother, somewhere in a time that she had made up on the spot. The mother went from hauling groceries in through the door at the very beginning to rushing into a hospital ward to look after her dying mother twenty pages later. Sarah looked briefly up at the computer's clock and was shocked to see it was only 7:39, only a half hour after she'd first sat down. She wasn't as rusty as she'd supposed she would be. Leaning back, she looked over her work, proofread, and then tucked the file away, smiling...
Hope y'all enjoyed :)
dh
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Monday, May 23, 2011
Reflections.
Dear Readers,
haha sorry for the break and the in-consistency of these 'reflective times' :)
Today I decided to write a paragraph of my thoughts on the phrase, "The pen is mightier than the sword"
(Actually, this was a writing prompt in my writing class which ended like, a month ago :))
The pen is mightier than the sword. I agree. Think of all the times the pen has triumphed over the sword in history. In books, authors write battles and wars in which (usually) one side wins and the other surrenders without further bloodshed. Treaties are created to save lives from being hacked apart by war; the pen is mightier than the sword.
Plus, authors use words to create weapons, such as Sting, in Lord of the Rings.
So, what do you think? do you agree or disagree?
dh
haha sorry for the break and the in-consistency of these 'reflective times' :)
Today I decided to write a paragraph of my thoughts on the phrase, "The pen is mightier than the sword"
(Actually, this was a writing prompt in my writing class which ended like, a month ago :))
The pen is mightier than the sword. I agree. Think of all the times the pen has triumphed over the sword in history. In books, authors write battles and wars in which (usually) one side wins and the other surrenders without further bloodshed. Treaties are created to save lives from being hacked apart by war; the pen is mightier than the sword.
Plus, authors use words to create weapons, such as Sting, in Lord of the Rings.
So, what do you think? do you agree or disagree?
dh
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Hundred Challenge?
Dear Readers,
It seems to me (let me interrupt my own thought, yeah i'm back posting after just posting yesterday but if you guys are cool with constant posting, it's cool with me :)) that everyone blogging has been participating in A Hundred Challenge thing. I think you choose one hundred topics and write, compose or comment on. Has anyone else heard of it?
Please comment :)
dh
It seems to me (let me interrupt my own thought, yeah i'm back posting after just posting yesterday but if you guys are cool with constant posting, it's cool with me :)) that everyone blogging has been participating in A Hundred Challenge thing. I think you choose one hundred topics and write, compose or comment on. Has anyone else heard of it?
Please comment :)
dh
Monday, May 9, 2011
A Queen.
Dear Readers,
I just thought of a little scene so, here's for you enjoyment :)
Alethea, queen of Kemt was flustered. Where was Arthur when she needed him?
BANG CRASH
Ah, there he is now, she thought as the great throne room doors were blasted apart. There, the silhouette of a young man was framed. He was soon running to kneel before the queen, panting.
"Your Highness...So sorry I'm... late" he gasped out. Her silk clad foot twitched for him to stand and face her. Arthur looked up at her from the ground, and Alethea realized how dark blue his eyes were.
"How are the villages? Stockades?" she asked pompously.
"Ah- okay" he said, thinking that was all that was needed to summarize the barracks he'd just witnessed. He grinned his crooked grin she loved so much.
"Okay?" she cocked an eyebrow and stepped down from her throne. Striding around the young man she inspected his mud spattered boots and leggings.
"Okay isn't good enough, Arthur" she said forcefully, turning serious. His uniform of the castle messenger was mingled with the tattered remains of his knight's garment.
A silence stretched for a little while as she paused to face directly to Arthur
"I almost forgot" Alethea breathed; her hand stretched out toward the old coat of arms of the castle; the coat of arms that had been in use when they were children. Yes, Queen Alethea was friends, close friends with a castle messenger. It should've been a pity, but it was not known to any one but a few trusted servants and the now dead gate keeper.
"What?" Arthur had regained all his breath in a matter of minutes and crossed his arms.
"That you were once a knight" Alethea said pulling her delicate hand away and then returning to her throne.
"I am still... aren't I?" Arthur sounded confused. As far as he was informed he hadn't done anything disgraceful to disarm him of his title.
"In certain aspects yes, Arthur Jensen, you are still a knight of this castle"
"And since when, your highness, have you used my full name?" Arthur exclaimed, grinning again.
"Since I was queen. But, I agree, we have not been just plain old friends for a while... well, verbally anyways..." Alethea's deep, endless grey eyes grew far away in thought and there was a small silence in the cavernous throne hall.
"Your highness, I must go now... I have to tend Lord Gravel's steed" Arthur looked slightly embarrassed to announce this and turned on his heel before Alethea could say more...
Alethea knew Arthur hated his new 'job'. He'd been badly injured in the last battle that had occurred at Kemt castle; he'd been just twenty when the wound he received landed him a much lower rank than his hard earned knighthood. He'd fully recovered but this didn't stop his pride to keep bleeding; He was now only twenty-five and he was still in 'service' as a messenger and page. He wasn't happy and Alethea knew that. She just had to much to deal with now to renew his proper place and honor. There was yet another war on it's way and after being queen for barely a year, Alethea was very nervous...
I just thought of a little scene so, here's for you enjoyment :)
Alethea, queen of Kemt was flustered. Where was Arthur when she needed him?
BANG CRASH
Ah, there he is now, she thought as the great throne room doors were blasted apart. There, the silhouette of a young man was framed. He was soon running to kneel before the queen, panting.
"Your Highness...So sorry I'm... late" he gasped out. Her silk clad foot twitched for him to stand and face her. Arthur looked up at her from the ground, and Alethea realized how dark blue his eyes were.
"How are the villages? Stockades?" she asked pompously.
"Ah- okay" he said, thinking that was all that was needed to summarize the barracks he'd just witnessed. He grinned his crooked grin she loved so much.
"Okay?" she cocked an eyebrow and stepped down from her throne. Striding around the young man she inspected his mud spattered boots and leggings.
"Okay isn't good enough, Arthur" she said forcefully, turning serious. His uniform of the castle messenger was mingled with the tattered remains of his knight's garment.
A silence stretched for a little while as she paused to face directly to Arthur
"I almost forgot" Alethea breathed; her hand stretched out toward the old coat of arms of the castle; the coat of arms that had been in use when they were children. Yes, Queen Alethea was friends, close friends with a castle messenger. It should've been a pity, but it was not known to any one but a few trusted servants and the now dead gate keeper.
"What?" Arthur had regained all his breath in a matter of minutes and crossed his arms.
"That you were once a knight" Alethea said pulling her delicate hand away and then returning to her throne.
"I am still... aren't I?" Arthur sounded confused. As far as he was informed he hadn't done anything disgraceful to disarm him of his title.
"In certain aspects yes, Arthur Jensen, you are still a knight of this castle"
"And since when, your highness, have you used my full name?" Arthur exclaimed, grinning again.
"Since I was queen. But, I agree, we have not been just plain old friends for a while... well, verbally anyways..." Alethea's deep, endless grey eyes grew far away in thought and there was a small silence in the cavernous throne hall.
"Your highness, I must go now... I have to tend Lord Gravel's steed" Arthur looked slightly embarrassed to announce this and turned on his heel before Alethea could say more...
Alethea knew Arthur hated his new 'job'. He'd been badly injured in the last battle that had occurred at Kemt castle; he'd been just twenty when the wound he received landed him a much lower rank than his hard earned knighthood. He'd fully recovered but this didn't stop his pride to keep bleeding; He was now only twenty-five and he was still in 'service' as a messenger and page. He wasn't happy and Alethea knew that. She just had to much to deal with now to renew his proper place and honor. There was yet another war on it's way and after being queen for barely a year, Alethea was very nervous...
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Recap?
Dear Readers,
Here'a a 'quick recap' of all the nice things that are going on in my life??
It's Mother's Day
I finished writing class on Thursday which means i can spend more time writing my stuff, like not annoying/stressful essays!
My legs are getting better/recovering from jogging/walking a mile!
I have nice friends :)
I think i have tan lines... faint ones :)
I am blessed to have the internet to post all of this!
YAY!
K byes :)
dh
Here'a a 'quick recap' of all the nice things that are going on in my life??
It's Mother's Day
I finished writing class on Thursday which means i can spend more time writing my stuff, like not annoying/stressful essays!
My legs are getting better/recovering from jogging/walking a mile!
I have nice friends :)
I think i have tan lines... faint ones :)
I am blessed to have the internet to post all of this!
YAY!
K byes :)
dh
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
HEY!
Dear Readers,
HEY YOU! I'm back from a three day break xD
So, i was thinking i was going to be writing a 'sequel' to the post before last i think? maybe it was even earlier :) But here you go!
...Cassie inhaled sharply as the gloved hands that belonged to the castle guard lifted her into the air. And then she was gazing at the handsome face of the Captain of the Guard himself!
"Alright? Better not roonin' in the castle, 'twill get yeh pretty shoes all derty" he said in a thick highland accent.
"I wasn't planning on running DOWN the stairs" Cassie replied as calmly as she could muster. She wasn't comfortable in the guard's strong arms.
"Weel, a'm glaud to hear that! Now wats the hurry?" he said, and set her on her feet.
"Why should I tell you? You're Captain of the Guard aren't you?" Cassie said with a little more dignity.
"Yaes. And you are?"
"...The Princess" Cassie stated.
"Ah- see yeh there, an' that's why I'm naut to let yeh go roonnin' aboot the castle... where's yeh mum, lass?"
"She's dead. You should know that. But then, you are relatively new... you should spend more time in the pubs like all the other soldiers" Cassie said coldly, kicking at a cobweb in the corner nearest her shiny black shoes.
"Ah... a'm sorry miss... very sorry" and with that he started forward, down the hall from where Cassie had just run.
"Wait! Captain, where are you going?" Cassie put all her authority behind those words and straightened up from her childish slouch.
"Weel, a'm joost to go an' see the Lady Highville, why d'you ask, wee lass?"
"Just wondering... after all, I am the Princess" she felt oddly proud now, to be having a conversation with a man so tall and high in society. But then, the WAS the Princess, so technically she was in a higher rank than him. Pushing these thoughts away she turned her full attention back to what he was saying.
"... She ment far me to go and chit-chat weth her about new security plans... naut that you'd be interested" Cassie frowned and then flounced off down the wide staircase to the great hall.
"Thought naut" he said quietly and strode off down the corridor...
Cassie ran as soon as her little, black shoe clad feet hit the stone of the great hall's foyer. She heard the echo of her shoes bouncing off the walls as she raced toward the rooftop garden's stairwell. CLACK CLACK CLACK went the shoes as she climbed the stairs at top speed. She reached the terrace. It was a breezy day but it was sunny, the sky was fuchsia and orange as the magnificent sun set. She gasped for breath and sat down on a marble bench. She wasn't surprised when she felt the cool of tears on her face as the wind blew at her, she was thinking about all that had passed in the last hour. Risk. Gone? Forever? No, surely Lady Highville couldn't keep him away that long. Risk was a good boy, she thought; If he really wants to see me, he'll fight for it...
HEY YOU! I'm back from a three day break xD
So, i was thinking i was going to be writing a 'sequel' to the post before last i think? maybe it was even earlier :) But here you go!
...Cassie inhaled sharply as the gloved hands that belonged to the castle guard lifted her into the air. And then she was gazing at the handsome face of the Captain of the Guard himself!
"Alright? Better not roonin' in the castle, 'twill get yeh pretty shoes all derty" he said in a thick highland accent.
"I wasn't planning on running DOWN the stairs" Cassie replied as calmly as she could muster. She wasn't comfortable in the guard's strong arms.
"Weel, a'm glaud to hear that! Now wats the hurry?" he said, and set her on her feet.
"Why should I tell you? You're Captain of the Guard aren't you?" Cassie said with a little more dignity.
"Yaes. And you are?"
"...The Princess" Cassie stated.
"Ah- see yeh there, an' that's why I'm naut to let yeh go roonnin' aboot the castle... where's yeh mum, lass?"
"She's dead. You should know that. But then, you are relatively new... you should spend more time in the pubs like all the other soldiers" Cassie said coldly, kicking at a cobweb in the corner nearest her shiny black shoes.
"Ah... a'm sorry miss... very sorry" and with that he started forward, down the hall from where Cassie had just run.
"Wait! Captain, where are you going?" Cassie put all her authority behind those words and straightened up from her childish slouch.
"Weel, a'm joost to go an' see the Lady Highville, why d'you ask, wee lass?"
"Just wondering... after all, I am the Princess" she felt oddly proud now, to be having a conversation with a man so tall and high in society. But then, the WAS the Princess, so technically she was in a higher rank than him. Pushing these thoughts away she turned her full attention back to what he was saying.
"... She ment far me to go and chit-chat weth her about new security plans... naut that you'd be interested" Cassie frowned and then flounced off down the wide staircase to the great hall.
"Thought naut" he said quietly and strode off down the corridor...
Cassie ran as soon as her little, black shoe clad feet hit the stone of the great hall's foyer. She heard the echo of her shoes bouncing off the walls as she raced toward the rooftop garden's stairwell. CLACK CLACK CLACK went the shoes as she climbed the stairs at top speed. She reached the terrace. It was a breezy day but it was sunny, the sky was fuchsia and orange as the magnificent sun set. She gasped for breath and sat down on a marble bench. She wasn't surprised when she felt the cool of tears on her face as the wind blew at her, she was thinking about all that had passed in the last hour. Risk. Gone? Forever? No, surely Lady Highville couldn't keep him away that long. Risk was a good boy, she thought; If he really wants to see me, he'll fight for it...
Monday, May 2, 2011
Ugh...
Dear Readers,
So you may be wondering why i keep writing weird things up here :) Okay, so here's a little window into my life:
-Tomorrow i am going to this day camp with hay rides :P
-On Thursday i have to turn in my RESEARCH PAPER final, AND a short fictional piece
-Also on Thursday, i have to run a mile!!!! do at least 30 sit ups in a minute, do like... five pull ups on a bar??? and just be flexible :P
-and... the next few weeks of my life will be building up to LEAVING this COUNTRY for an entire MONTH
-And... during those weeks, every Thursday i'll be doing even more sports............
Oh Joy...
Please wish me luck and pray i survive the next two months :O
dh
So you may be wondering why i keep writing weird things up here :) Okay, so here's a little window into my life:
-Tomorrow i am going to this day camp with hay rides :P
-On Thursday i have to turn in my RESEARCH PAPER final, AND a short fictional piece
-Also on Thursday, i have to run a mile!!!! do at least 30 sit ups in a minute, do like... five pull ups on a bar??? and just be flexible :P
-and... the next few weeks of my life will be building up to LEAVING this COUNTRY for an entire MONTH
-And... during those weeks, every Thursday i'll be doing even more sports............
Oh Joy...
Please wish me luck and pray i survive the next two months :O
dh
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