May 11

Yesterday I went to Brisbane library, and now my card has 21 books on it. Brisbane library cards are only supposed to have 20 books on them at once. Today, we are going back, and unless I return books, I can't borrow anything! So I have to return some of the books I only borrowed yesterday, so that I can borrow more books today. Fortunately, I'm a quick reader, so I already read the books I'm returning, regardless of the fact that I only borrowed them yesterday. A train ride can be great for reading.

My little brother and I share several traits, one of which is to write at a ludicrous slant, that, on occasion, makes writing illegible. That is only sometimes though. Most of the time, we have legible writing. At least, he does. Mine, not so much. It's a bit mixed up. I can read it, but other people sometimes have trouble reading what I wrote in a hurry. One advantage of that, it keeps my siblings from reading my diary!

My sister is practicing her singing exercises. She has to listen to one song over and over again, and hum/murmur/??? along with it. It sounds kind of weird. Some more news about my sister? She had her braces changed again yesterday. They are now "pink and lavender".

The Kings Love (edited)

One of my followers pointed out that I had actually switched from past tense to present tense part way through the story, then switched back a bit later. So here is the edited version.

The King’s Love

 

24 January 2012

Once, there was a girl. She thought she had everything. She thought she was good. She thought her life was perfect. But it wasn’t.

As she grew older, she realized that she didn’t have everything, and life wasn’t perfect, but she didn’t know what to do about it.

She was enslaved by the ruler of her world. She wasn’t perfect, and what she thought was hers wasn’t. It was all part of one thing. She had to work hard, to get things she couldn’t use, and didn’t need, but thought she needed. She felt stressed, worthless, and hopeless. She cried out for help.

Then, one day, a King arrived. He came to her home and said “Child, I want you to be my Princess. You asked for help, and I want to give it. If you trust me, one day I will come fro you, and take you to a place far away, where you will be loved and cherished. I want you to be my Daughter, and live in my Palace. Just trust me, and all this will come to you. Will you trust me?”

The girl looked at the King, and saw a forever of happiness, and the love of a father, in his eyes. She trusted him completely.

“I may not come for a long time, but I will leave with you my Son. He loves you a lot, as much as I do, and paid the ruler of this land with blood so that he and I could come for you, and free you. He will stay with you, and be your Brother. If you trust him, and ask him for his help, he will help you, and do things you would never imagine.”

Then the King left, leaving his Son behind to watch over his new Princess.

The King’s Princess had a wonderful life, with her new Brother’s guidance. One day, the King came back for her. He lifted her into his golden carriage, and his Son got in beside her. He took his Daughter and his Son off to his magnificent palace, and even though his Daughter had never been there before, she still felt at home.

The Princess lived there forever with her Father, the King, her Brother, the King’s Son, and all the other Princes and Princesses that the King had called to him.

Writing Pieces

I have written a few pieces over the last few days, and I think now is a good time to post them.

Yellow Rain

25 January 2012

One afternoon, I sat on the porch, in a swing chair, watching the rain. Rain, rain, rain. It came down hard. The skies were grey, and the sun was nowhere in sight. I put my foot on the ground to swing the seat. Swinging slowly back and forth, I started to get sleepy. My eyes were getting harder and harder to keep open. Suddenly, I noticed the rain didn’t look the same. The puddles in the gutter weren’t clear, or grey, they were a dirty yellow colour. I’d heard about acid rain, but was it really yellow? It looked more like lemonade. Now that I thought about it, the air smelt like lemonade too. Would it taste like lemonade? It still could be acid rain, and I could be burnt to a crisp. Was it worth it?

Without realizing it, I had already gotten off the swing chair, and was walking towards the yellow rain. Slowly, I poked a finger out towards the rain. A raindrop landed on my finger. At least now I knew it wasn’t acid rain. But was it lemonade? I licked the yellow raindrop off my finger. It was lemonade! I ran out into the front yard, standing there with my head tilted towards the sky, mouth wide open. I savored every drop that fell in my mouth.

Maybe I’m dreaming, I thought, half believing that that’s all it was. Nah, couldn’t be. My dreams never taste this good! I pinched my arm to prove it to myself. I’m not dreaming, I thought confidently. Then I woke up, lying on the swing chair, where I had fallen asleep watching the rain.  

The King’s Love

24 January 2012

Once, there was a girl. She thought she had everything. She thought she was good. She thought her life was perfect. But it wasn’t.

As she grew older, she realized that she didn’t have everything, and life wasn’t perfect, but she didn’t know what to do about it.

She was enslaved by the ruler of her world. She wasn’t perfect, and what she thought was hers wasn’t. It was all part of one thing. She had to work hard, to get things she couldn’t use, and didn’t need, but thought she needed. She felt stressed, worthless, and hopeless. She cried out for help.

Then, one day, a King arrives. He comes to her home and say “Child, I want you to be my Princess. You asked for help, and I want to give it. If you trust me, one day I will come fro you, and take you to a place far away, where you will be loved and cherished. I want you to be my Daughter, and live in my Palace. Just trust me, and all this will come to you. Will you trust me?”

The girl looked at the King, and saw a forever of happiness, and the love of a father, in his eyes. She trusted him completely.

“I may not come for a long time, but I will leave with you my Son. He loves you a lot, as much as I do, and paid the ruler of this land with blood so that he and I could come for you, and free you. He will stay with you, and be your Brother. If you trust him, and ask him for his help, he will help you, and do things you would never imagine.”

Then the King left, leaving his Son behind to watch over his new Princess.

The King’s Princess had a wonderful life, with her new Brother’s guidance. One day, the King came back for her. He lifted her into his golden carriage, and his Son got in beside her. He took his Daughter and his Son off to his magnificent palace, and even though his Daughter had never been there before, she still felt at home.

The Princess lived there forever with her Father, the King, her Brother, the King’s Son, and all the other Princes and Princesses that the King had called to him.

 This last one was written today, as part of a 100 word challenge. The challenge this week is based on a picture, this one to be specific. 

The piece itself, not including the title or date, is exactly 100 words. 

 

The Burger

 

27 January 2012

I grabbed my order from the counter and walked quickly to a table. When in a hurry, like I was, move fast. I sat down at the table, took my meal out of the bag and frowned. They had forgotten my burger! “I need a burger over here!” I shouted. “Burger coming sir,” called a worker. I scowled, not seeing anyone. How could they say that a burger was coming, when it obviously wasn’t? My attention was caught by a pair of hands coming out of the wall, holding a burger. “Your burger, sir” said a voice out of nowhere. 

I would really appreciate an opinion on any or all my writing pieces, so don't hesitate to give yours.