October 4, 2007

 

I always knew there was something strange about his sister. The sneaking away in the middle of the night, the way the people she hated always ended up dead or in the hospital, the way she jumped whenever someone snuck up on her, she was an axe murderer! She had a liking for weopons, and, for my luck, she never did like me. How did I know? I had just woken in a hospital bed, and had found out that they had just taken out a knife that was jabbed into the back of my head.

 

I laid in my bed, putting the pieces together.

 

What had i done to make her hate me? 

 

Had I insulted her?

 

Why did this happen?

 

As I unfolded the many memories in my head, I realized that I never talked to her. I had whispered behind her back about various things I found

odd about her. Somehow it got back to her.

 

Everyone talkes about someone! And it wasn't my fault that she liked death and pain and frequently cut herself. She always did have a mental problem.

 

Her brother had told me about her seeing phsychiatrists. Every week. She had pretended to be okay, but apparrently she never really got well again. Hypocrite.

 

 

October 8, 2007

ONce upon a time, there was a pirate. A pirate in the modern world. He had just come home from a voyage for 50 years, and he was retired now. so he decided to use his money that he stole, and bought himself and estate in California.

 

while men that he had hired were moving him in, he sat down on his couch, eating pickles, which he had grown to like. after, he went into his backyard where his garden was. he had developed a cold, and was frequently grabbing kleenexs and blowing his nose.

 

Suddenly, he heard a loud noise and looked up. An elephant, a tiger, a lion, and a deer were sprinting through his garden. Frightened, he hid under a bench, far from the animal's tracks. After five minutes, he peered out, and a fire truck was heading in the opposite directions from where the animals came. Smoke was rising about a mile away from where the pirate stood. Animal control went the other way. He stood there, not knowing what to think. Soon, he turned and went inside to paint. And eat some more pickles.

 

October 9, 2007

It was a long day at school. I had a million tests to study for and I lost my cell phone. Annoyed at pretty much everything going on in my life, I threw my bag onto my bed, and opened my closet to change out of my school uniform. To my complete astonishment, instead of all my clothes, shoes and other stuff, there was a giant twinkie in my closet. Completely stunned, as I'm sure even if Im only ten, it is not a normal thing to find a giant twinkie in your closet! I found that on the other side of my twinkie, was a field. In my closet! I stepped into the field and looked above me. There was a gigantic rainbow far above my head that lead to the twinkie. I went over to it and reached for a bite of the twinkie, but a leperchaun stepped in front of me.

 

"Stop right there!"

 

"How did this twinkie get here? And, wait, why is this twinkie at the end of the rainbow? aren't you supposed to be guarding a pot of gold?"

 

"I decided to be a unique being and guard a large twinkie instead. I do love twinkies!"

 

I looked at the leperchaun. He was awfully large. "I see that."

 

"I see another human has found my twinkie. Why is it always every time I find a spot to put my twinkie, someone finds it?!"

 

The laperchaun had gotten a little hystarical.

 

"Umm, why is this in my closet?"

 

"Oh, this is your closet?"

 

"Yes, and I'd appreciate it if you moved so I could get my clothes back."

 

"Oh, my apologies." and he snapped his fingers.

 

I found myself back in my room, staring at my regular closet once more. I sighed, then got ready to do my homework.

 

October 10, 2007

20 things i hate about a book:

1. so much dialogue that you cat even understand who says what anymore

2. someone's life in a victorian house with aunt margaret.

3. frequent chracter personality changes

4. sunshine and butterflies.

5. books similar to another book

6. informative books

7. books with no magic, mysteries, or crisiss

8. something that isn't intense or funny

9. when a character is sitting in one spot for over two chapters

10. when the book is a long thing of nonsense

11. when scenes are so sudden, you can't even decide what happened.

12. when a main character's life is perfect.

13. when a book is completely predictable

14. when a book keeps repeating itself.

15. when a character forgives another character for an extreme wrongdoing

16. law books

17. books with no action

18. when my favorite character dies

19. when there is no real challenge 

20. books that don't allow me to try to figure out the mystery myself\

 

October 11, 2007

I woke up to my lion pawing at the door. Rolling my eyes, I went over to see what he wanted at this time of night. I opened the door to see him holding a glass up, and my lion asked me, very clearly I might add. "I want some juice."

 

I stood there, stunned. When did this 2-year-old lion learn how to talk?

 

"I want some juice." he said again.

 

I shook my head, trying to persuade myself that i did not just hear this lion talk.

 

"I..........WANT............SOME..........JUUUUUUUUUUIIIIIIIIIIIICE!" I jumped. I was not imagining things. This was really happenning!

 

Finally, I decided it would probably be the best thing to get him some juice before he woke the whole house. I took the glass, and filled it with juice, and handed it to the little brat of a lion. Afterwards, I went upstairs to get my mother. I was astonished to find her talking to our bird and alligator. In her bedroom!

 

Completely overcome by this new turn of events that I never would've expected to happen, I stumbled down into the kitchen, and put my lion into his room, then I went into my room. I stared at the ceiling, trying to solve the questions in my head about this whole fiasco.

 

My phone rang. I answered it. "Hello?"

 

"Laura?"

 

"Yeah." I said. it was kind of a drained voice. I was still caught up in my thoughts.

 

"You will never guess what just happened. Nothing stranger could have ever happened!"

 

"Wanna bet?" I said, rolling over, looking at the picture of my lion on my floor.

 

"This is serious! My dog is reading french poetry!"

 

I sat up. "Really?"

 

"Yeah."

 

"Because my lion just came to my door, asking for juice about five minutes ago!"

 

"What do you think is going on Laura?"

 

"I don't know. Let's meet at the park and talk."

 

"Ok, I'll see you there."

 

I hung up the phone, put on my shoes, grabbed my coat, and ran out the door.

 

October 15, 2007

When a reader finishes my novel, i want them to remeber the main character. I want to make my main character interesting enough for someone to, in the future say: "Hey i remember this character! She (or he) was so awesome!" I want them to feel happy my novel ended the way it did. Or sad. Some strong emotion. Just not bored or annoyed or angry. I want to give them something they've never heard of before, and give them an really interesting story that they'll remember for a long time, and hopefully develop an understanding for the character and compare my character to future characters.

 

October 16, 2007

The throne room was about as big as the gym in Zada's high school. The floor was white checkered tiles that looked like granite and marble, for they all looked different in some way. The white in the room reflected the sunset, so it was hard to tell that the room actually was white, with the reds, pinks, oranges, blues, and yellows reflecting all over the room. There was a long red carpet running from the door to the stairs that led to the throne. Against the walls were roses, feathers, and desks Zada guessed to be for scribes to write the king's bidding. The windows were at least twenty feet long, viewing the valley and the sunset below it. There were white silk curtains draping over the windows. The place where the throne sat was at least ten feet off the ground. White marble encased more tile that led to the actual throne. The throne was silver, with every kind of gem imaginable polished, cut, and placed carefully on the silver in intricate patterns. the seat cushion on the throne was black velvet, and resting on the velvet was the king himself.

 

October 22, 2007

Gemini Summer

 

This book is about a boy named Danny with an older brother named Beau. They are best friends. One day, Beau dies in an accident by falling into a hole his father had been digging for a fallout shelter. Danny and his parents are crushed. They are absolutely depressed. Then one day, a dog follows Danny home. Danny soon decides that this must be Beau. One day, they see the kid that might've pushed Beau into the hole, and Rocket hurts him. The police try to take Rocket away, but Rocket comes back to Danny and they both run away. Later on, The father of the boy that was hurt decides the dog does not need to be killed, and so Rocket lives with Danny and his family for the rest of his life.

 

December 6, 2007

This is an excerpt from my novel I have written in the month of November:

 

 

She was falling again, but this time, she was being pulled. Her eyes were covered, so she couldn't see a thing. She found she could not move either. Whatever had a hold of her was very coarse.

    Slowly, her memory pulled back into place, and she realized she was once again trapped by roots. Except this time, she was actually being pulled into the hole. Finally, she hit ground, but this time, she hit it hard.

    She felt the roots loosen their grip on her, as she inhaled deeply and coughed. She rubbed her shoulder, which took most of the impact from the fall. When she opened her eyes, she was in a completely black room. She couldn't see a thing. Then the walls turned green, grey, red, and back to black. Zada had noticed in the color changes that it was a circular room, and there was absolutely nothing else. The floor, the walls, and the ceiling was all one shade of color, so you couldn't tell the depth of the wall, or where the ceiling stopped and the floor began.

    The walls kept changing color. Zada began to walk toward the wall, trying to find an exit. There was no exit. The walls went on and on, all the while the colors kept changing. The colors were changing faster and faster, until it seemed as if the walls were a shade of all the colors combined. Zada started to run.

    A voice, the same voice that had told her to go into the invisible box that seemed to have taken place so long ago, spoke to her once more. "Zada." it hissed. "Zada...Zada...ZADA." then there came a humming sound that sounded almost like a screech. The sound penetrated her ears so roughly, they felt as if they were bleeding. She covered her ears and knelled down. She was screaming. Oh, the pain would not go away. Her ears felt as if they were going to explode. There were big, fat, hot tears running down her face and she was wailing louder than she ever had, but the sound was still louder. Her throat was hoarse, but she kept trying to scream, as though it would comfort her to hear her scream above the humming. The pain went to her brain, and she collapsed onto the ground.

 

~~~~~(this is Zada's (the main character's) second dream she has. Well, actually, it's more like a nightmare.)~~~~~