Aawc #4

The rain pours down endlessly. It hasn’t stopped since my grandad went missing. Search parties. Dogs. Everyone looked for my Grandad. They all said he was the cause of the rain. The rain that started thirty years ago. I have never seen the sun.

A short figure least against the wall outside, an umbrella clutched in their fingers.

“Charles, come in from the rain!” I call out to my brooding brother. As always, he is lost in the sunny meadow of his mind. I don’t know why he has to do it outside, though.

When dinner rolls around my mother takes down the big storybook that we keep stored in the cupboard.

“Hmm, where shall we read today?” my mother asks.

“The end of the fairytale!” Emmaline, my younger sister cries.

“Alright. There’s only a little left.

  1. And they rode away in the sunset.” my mom tells it with emotion.

“What’s a sunset?” Emmaline asks.

“I don’t know. But my Grandad saw one once.” my mother says. She is only 25, too young to have seen the sun. But she’d heard stories.

My brother Charles comes wobbling in. He has been at the bar again. I hate it when he does that. It is terrible and sinful but he won’t stop. NOTE: DRINKING IS TERRIBLE AND NIT SOMETHING TO PARTAKE IN! CHARLES IS SETTING A BAD EXAMPLE, P
LEASE DO NOOT DRINK

“Charles, again!” My mother is angry, her voice is loud.

“I found a chair,” my brother says in a silly voice.

“Charles, stop your nonsense,” I implore.

“Sorry, your the first person I’ve spoken to in ten years,” he says loopily.

A few minutes later he is locked in his room for the night.

“Sorry, girls, you had to see that. I don’t know what’s gotten into him.”

I look sadly at her. She is a widow, and mother of three. She has to keep up the house. And deal with the never ending rain.

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I used all prompts, the word meadow, and PICTURES:

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miniscule hiatus break (versatile blogger award)

E eee, do you guys realize how hard it is to not throw all my thoughts at you guys? Geesh, hiatuses are harrd! Oh my gosh guys, reality breakthrough-wordpress is allowing font sizing on the app! This is unreal for me you guys! I’ve not been able to before! May, they listened to you!

Natalie Therese@Taking the Cake (takingdecake.wordpress.com)nominated me for the Versatile Blogger Award last week, and I’ve been looking forward to doing it. The rules are;

•Thank the person who gave you this award.

•Include a link to their blog.

•Select 15 blogs/bloggers that you’ve recently discovered or follow regularly.

•Nominate those 15 bloggers for the VBA.

•Finally, tell the person who nominated you 7 things about yourself.

I nominate:

Balance

Analee

Rose Browning

Typically Untypical Teen

Faith Elizabeth

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My facts:

  1. My favorite superhero is the Flash
  2. I wanna go to Egypt
  3. I am NOT an introvert???! *Lies*
  4. My favorite color is gold, which is a variation of orange, which I love.
  5. I once ate an orange on a stick
  6. I am extremely awesome. Extremely. I outstrip everyone in awesomeness.
  7. I am the Golden Queen. You may now refer to me as that. Golden Queen, her Majesty the Golden Queen, whichever seems most awesome.

Unfortunately, you can not learn anymore about your Royal Goldness. My deepest condolences, young subjects. Another time.

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That’s it! Thanks again Natalie for the nomination!!

Miniscule hiatus break (AAWC)

It’s AAWC #3!! I’m practically dragging team meadow to victory (haha) and needed to write a story for these prompts. Again, all three prompts and boatloads of pictures.

    Emily. 13 (I changed her age, it wouldn’t have worked for the story). The hot pink of her outfit stood out from her pale skin.

Peter. 14. His brown hair lopped over his forehead and his shirt matched the deep blue in his eyes.

     Emily didn’t tell anyone but she liked the squire’s son Peter. He understood her wild imagination. He didn’t treat her like a child. Everyone else -her father, her brothers, the servants, even- considered her childish and too imaginitive. Not Peter, though. 

     Emily couldn’t have been more different from Peter. She was a princess, surrounded by riches. He was a farm boy, had no more than a few shillings. She lived in a huge castle surrounded by walls. He lived in a tiny, crumbling shack, only protectected by meadow flowers. Emily and Peter didn’t let these differences separate them, though. Instead, it only made their friendship stronger. 

     It was March, a sunny spring morning. Warmer than a usual March Sunday, but still a hint of winter’s frosty fingers creeping through the breeze. Peter had run out of his house at sunrise, breathing in the fresh air. Birds twittered, branches rustled with the movements of rabbits and foxes. All seemed right with the world. Peter ran towards the castle where Emily would just not be climbing her way out of the window, taking care not to wake the maids or guards.

     Peter found their meeting place, an old log, and sat like an impatient child, fiddling with a rock that had crumbled from the ancient walls. 

  “Peter!” the boy heard a voice calling from inside the walls. Quiet, but somehow heard over the thick, monstrous barriers. 

  “Emily! I’m right here!” Peter waved, even though Emily couldn’t see him. He saw a blonde headed peak over the castle walls. Next, stunning blue eyes contrasting with pale white skin. Her dress shone in a pink brilliance. In a moment, all of her had jumped over the wall and fallen into Peter’s arms.

  “If you ever dropped me, I’d be dead,” Emily said with a giggle, righting herself. She ran her fingers through her shiny blonde hair, smiling up at the radiant sun. “Such a beautiful morning! The sun, the bird, the trees-,”

  “Me? I’m pretty beautiful!” Peter interrupted playfully. He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the forest.  “Come on, let’s go check our traps,” he said.

     Emily was a girl, a princess, really. She shouldn’t have been going out at this time to look at traps. That was one of the reasons Emily loved Peter. He didn’t consider her unable to open the traps or even string a bow and shoot. She was now quite skilled at hunting, though she would probably never use it. 

     The sun shone down through the green canopy of trees. The dewy grass slowly dried up as the heat soon blared throughout the kingdom. Peter pushed his brown hair out of his face, shading his eyes. “One more trap to check,” he proclaimed. The day had been as successful as ever. Which means they hadn’t gotten anything. They never had. The only trap left was a huge one, meant for grizzly bears. Nothing had ever been caught, and it almost wasn’t worth braving the heat to go check it. 

  “Peter, is there really any use? We both know that there isn’t going to be anything,” Emily reasoned, wiping sweat away with a handkerchief.

  “What if today was the day? What if we finally got something?” Peter said jokingly.

  “Yes, sure, we get a grizzly bear,” Emily said, coming out into the meadow where the trap was. “If there is one, I’ll name him Jakey. I’ll feed him tarts during teas. I’ll give him a bat-,” Emily stopped, midsentence. Standing in the midst of flowers, held back by a trap, was a bear. A real, live grizzly bear.

  “I don’t know if he likes baths.” Peter said. He is just a flabbergasted as me that we’ve act caught something. He steps closer. The bear, in fear and pain, let’s out a deafening roar. His mouth opens wide enough to fit two carriages. The noise is deafening, like a thousand birds all screeching at the same time.

  Emily felt compelled to comfort the bear. She didn’t know why, she didn’t know what gripped her, but she walked forward and put a hand on the bear.

    

Just imagine the bear a batrillion times bigger!

     The bear, just as surprised as Emily herself, stopped his uproar (haha I crack myself up) for a moment. He stared at Emily. He leaned down, his breath steaming on her face. He opened his mouth. Emily cowered in fear. The bear began to lick her. Great big licks of slobbery bear breath. But not teeth. Thank God no teeth. 

     Peter stared, jaw dropped, at the scene unfolding before him. Something inside of him told him to open the elbear trap. Using all of his strength, he jeaved open the two jaws. Angry red marks of blood marred the bears huge feet. The bear gave a little noise of thanks and stepped away. 

  “PETER,” a voice, a man’s voice, screamed from somewhere. 

  “My dad,” Peter whispered. Something in him knew that something was wrong. “Emily, we’ve got to go.”

  “Wait!” 

  “We can’t,” Peter was almost crying with fear.

  “No, the bear. He’s faster, we can ride on him! Just get on top of him, I think he knows where to go,” Emily told Peter, jumping up on to the bears large back. The bear was now on all fours. Peter, seeing no other option, jumped on the bear. With an almost supernatural speed, they were running through the forest, back to Peter’s home. 

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     They finally arrived, fearful of the dense quiet, but also relieved that there was no more screaming. Emily and Peter dismounted. Emily hadn’t realized it, but she was clutching her bow to her chest. Her fingers were whiter than usual. Her hair didn’t shine as much.

  Peter grabbed Emily’s empty hand, trying to comfort himself as well as Emily. Emily leaned into him, smelling his woodsy scent.

  “We can do this,” Peter said, sounding uncertain. 

  “Yes,” Emily said, squeezing his hand. 
     Together, they opened the door to Peter’s house. 

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     Inside was a man, rough and cruel looking. He had a scruffy beard and unkept black hair. 

        “What are you doing here?” the man asked in a voice as scruffy as his beard.

“This is my house.” Peter said defiantly.

“Not anymore.” the man said with gruesome smile.

     “Says who?” Emily said, trying to be brave. She helped up her crossbow and aimed it at one of the man’s accomplices. The man gave a laugh, a putrid smell of cigars filling the room. Emily, a little hesitant, strung a bow. The man gufawwed. Emily, trying not to think, shot the arrow. The man fell to the floor, hopefully only unconscious. The room went quiet. The other accomplices cowered in fear. One even ran out the back door, deserting his comrades. Emily took aim at the ringleader, the one who had first spoken. 

  “Umm, Emily?” Peter sounded uncertain, “are you positive you want to do this?” 

  In response, Emily fired. The man dropped, undoubtedly dead. Then it was over. The accomplices ran out if the back door, some yelling words that couldn’t be understood. A roar, undoubtedly a bears, followed. Emily gave quiet consent to the bear running away and freeing itself. It probably didn’t like baths anyway.

  “I just killed two people. I just killed.” Emily realized suddenly.

  “You were protecting yourself, Emily. You made the right choice,” Peter said, opening a closet door. He pulled his father, bound and gagged, out of the closet, undoing his bonds. “I’m proud of you,” and there, Peter stood up and kissed Emily for the first time.
The End.

I had so much fun writing that, and am so glad it didn’t delete itself!! Whew, that story was long! Now, the pictures!

Obviously i didnt make this, so you dont HAVE to count it as points, bur it just illustrated so well!!

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my little grizzly 🐻 ❤

Princess gotta love her knee socks 😝

That’s all! I’m gonna go back into hiatus mode for a while!

Till next AAWC!

Hiatus + suuurrppppriisse

Heyyy guurl (and booooi) 

Sup’ y’all?!!

     Yes, I am finally taking an official hiatus 😱😨😨😱😨. Yes, I’m so nervous?!?! I don’t know what will happen, I just know I need some time to rest, rejuvinate, and realize my priorities. Hopefully when I’m back I’ll be chalk full (eww, that’s a little gross) of new ideas and posts! I might write a few draft posts to publish when I come back, but I really just need a break from coming up with posts. It’s become a bit more of a chore than I’d like!! I definitely need blogging to become more fun before I pick back up! 

     I’ll be gone until February, so not very long. I will probably still participate in AAWC since I committed to it, so those posts will be coming out during this time. Other than that, though, I will probably be staying away from WordPress for a while. I hope y’all understand and that you can survive without my regular posts!! Haha, just kidding 😁.

Surprise portion-

Okay, are you ready for my surprise!! I’ll have it for you in a moment…

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The surprise is…..Nancy Drew is…..

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Growing! Nancy Drew is having a new addition!! NOT A BLOG, MIND YOU!! I should have this addonn ready by February 1st!! I’m still having a bit of trouble…hmm, deciding what to call it. Let’s say I’m opening an Etsy shop (IM NOT!! Seriously no) If you have name suggestions put em below. I’m looking for aesthetic guys. Help me out!!

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Thank you all for your undying love and support!! I’m so excited for the new addition and need time to work on it, part of the reason for this hiatus!! Thanks a again!

Rachel

The stars are 4.37 billion light-years away. That’s why it takes nine years for wishes to come true. 

Nine years ago I wished to be rich. Ten years later, I’m making it happen.

  “Oh my goodness this would look so cute on you,” my best friend Stephanie exclaims, holding up a gold necklace.

  “Be quiet, I’m trying to crack a safe.”
 

Five minutes later we’re in the getaway car. It smells like chicken and this picture is graffitied on the inside:

 I try not to pay attention to it as we drive away down the road.

Instead I crumpled up the paper with our plans on it. No evidence, just sacks full of money.

Stephanie hold something up to the light. A necklace, of course. “Couldn’t resist,” she says with a smile. It’s a Meadow necklace, nearly priceless.

I turn away, hiding one as well.




 When we get home we have cake to celebrate our new riches.
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Sorry about such a bad story!! I wrote an amazing one, but WordPress malfunctioned and deleted it! It was much better quality and longer. Sorry Zielle!! Go Team Meadow!

What to do When Someone Spoils Your Book//(finally) bookish rant//scary things// DONUT READ IF YOU GET NIGHTMARES OR SOMETHING *thanks*//im crying and dying//whhhhy//i have no reading motivation//I hate people//BADGRAMMARAHEAD

Wow that title was looooooooong. Tootles. JUST KIDDIN. 

     SO BASICALLY RECENTLY A FEW DAYS AGO I was sitting at my lunch table, just eating my PB&J when I hear the table next to me talking about Harry Potter (haha you guys have no life) . I was just listening and then I hear something. SPOILER ALERT DONT READ ON IT WILL RUIN YOU STOP IF YOU HAVEN’T READ PAST BOOK 5 IN THE HARRY POTTER SERIES thanks. Okay here’s what I over heard: I couldn’t believe it when Dumbledore dies. And then Snape too! NO MORE SPOILERS NOW READ ON TO MY SORROWS. After hearing this terrible news I went over to them and was like, “they die!?!”. And everyone goes all super akwarder and starts being like “noo, we were lying” and so I just lay on the floor and die. Well, not exactly. But there were so many feelings going through me. Mostly thoughts of death. Yup. I’m brutal *muhaha*. Here are some things I felt like doing, from least violent to most violent.

  1.      Cry
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yes, I almost stooped to that level. I’ve cried in front of these people before (my head is a ball magent y’all) but wasn’t about to do it over a book, I sorry, forgive my all ya book worms. All the feels just like go over you in this moment and it’s hard to hold in. Very hard. I mean, you connect with the people in your book. When you’re told they die, you just. Aghhh…

Me reading Harry Potter (till noooow)

It hurts so bad you just break down.

2. Die

     Fellow bookworms, let us take a moment of silence for all who died of book spoilers.

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*Sobs* Thank you.
     Whenever you connect with someone you are obviously going to be very sad when you hear they are to die. This is no different for literature. You have a freakin realationship with these characters then you go and pre-end their life in my mind. I feel like it’s my fault that they’re dead. I want to repay them. The only equal payment is DEATH. So yes, reader, I am now a ghost. I am using the microphone ability to type this post. I find now how much easier it is. Anyways. If you are looking for ways of dieing after a book was spoiled for you, dontkillurself.org has many great options. I particularly like the paper cut one. Where you bleed until you die. So you feel the slow, horrible pain of death. Just like your dear book characters did!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *Sob sob sob* 

3. Throw numerous books at those individual(s) who spoiled your book.

    When I heard the terrible news I had been currently holding the book. I looked at my page number (I didn’t have a bookmark!) , closed the book, and threw it at them. Luckily Harry Potter is a very thick book. I didn’t have a hardback so the chance if inflicting a lot of pain was small. Still, it was a small representation of my feelings (anger, hate, disappoint, hate, and hate) . 

3. Make them guilty

Muhahahahahahaa. Inflict upon them the pain of always knowing what they did. Recently for Christmas I got sticky notes. Take these and write things like.RIP Character (for me it was RIP HARRY POTTER SPOLIER SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER Severus Snape NO MORE SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER

When the person saw these sticky notes they just looked so guilty and a little sad. It was hilarious for me.

Guilt is a powerful weapon.

Guilty fire hydrant

  

4. Kill Them

I’m sorry this is morbid. I really felt at that moment the urge to kill. I ran to the computer lab and looked up dontkillppl.org, a branch of don’t kill urself.org

These worthless scumbags deserve it! No need to feel bad at all! Don’t even make the trip to their funeral. Or your trial. 😀 I mean, they ruined your book!

5. Ruin their books

Fire with fire y’all 🔥!! So ya know that book that they just LOOOOOOVE? Well, just ruin that for them. Hey, I warned least violent to most violent! Be like, “hey, the hungry caterpillar turns into a butterfly!! And GUESS WHAT *little women spoiler**** Beth dies.” Ruin it for them. They need it they need it they need it. You may think then they’ll kill you//throw books at you//kill themselves//ruin your book//cry. No, they won’t. 

I can ruin their books and not be tormented.

     Did you enjoy my rant? Was I too morbid? Has anyone ruined a book for you? What did you do? Can you add to my list? Have you read Harry Potter? Are you a ghost from this cause as well?