Wednesday, June 25, 2014
I am SO sorry!
I just realized that I completely blew my schedule, and I haven't posted anything in WEEKS! I'm so sorry! I will try to get back on schedule, but I may have to drop a couple of things.
Saturday, June 7, 2014
Saaaturdaaaayyyyy
Here is an excerpt from my "in-processing" novel Many Doors (or possibly The Door in the Wall, or the Hall of Many Doors, or Crossing the Threshold)
"Mom and Dad had somewhere to go, which made it the perfect day to sneak out. They locked all the doors before they left, but I slipped a piece of cloth inside the kitchen lock, so that it wouldn’t fully lock. From there, even out high-tech locks could be picked. And only moments after they left, I was out. I was free. The first thing I did was climb that old tree I’d been dying to climb since we’d moved here. I climbed up that tree, and shouted and laughed, and sang. I think I was the happiest I’d been in a long time. I wrapped my legs around one of the branches, and hung upside down. I giggled and laughed some more, and another laugh answered mine. I swung back up to sit on the tree, and looked down. A blonde boy stood below my tree, and stared up at me? “What are you looking at?” I asked, “I’m looking at you, if you must know. The people who live here came a year ago, but they’re childless, and I’ve never seen you around at all” “Well, I’m the people who’ve lived here for a year. And my parents are not childless.” “They said that both their children died a month before they moved here.” My face hardened, ‘Well, that’s a lie.” “If you come down from there miss smarty, we can talk easier, and maybe I can show you around a bit.” I climbed down the tree and stood in front of the both, hands on my hips, “I’m Skye. Who are you?” I asked, “I’m Luke. Short for Lucas. But, why have I never seen you?” “My parents keep me locked up. I snuck out today.” “Why are you locked up? Are you crazy?” “I’m not crazy, but they are. They blame me for my brother’s death, and so they lock me up, and practically ignore my existence. I don’t know why, or how they can do that. I thought all parents loved their children no matter what. But I guess mine are different.” Luke scrunched up his eyes, “So, you’ve never been anywhere around here, except locked up in your house.” ‘Exactly.” “You must be pretty lonely.” “I am. Very lonely. On rainy days, Dylan and I used to play board games together. We would laugh and joke around. He was a lot younger, but we still had fun. He was my best friend.” “And, Dylan was your brother?” “Yes.” “What happened?” I crossed my arms and scowled, “I don’t want to talk about it, okay?” ‘Okay.” Then he took my hand, and pulled me along, “Where are you taking me?” I asked, “To have some fun, and get away from this old mansion” He pulled me all the way to another backyard. “This is my backyard,” he said, “There’s swing here, attached to the tree. Then there’s a fort over here. I’ve got a whole setup, play guns, and swords. What would you like to do first?” “Well, the swing looks fun.” “Hop on then, I’ll push you till you’re so high you’re almost bumping your head on the tree!” “How old are you Luke?” “I’m twelve. And you miss smarty?” “I’m twelve too, my birthday is next month, but I don’t think my parents will celebrate.” “Then we’ll sneak out, and I’ll take you to the woods with a good picnic. I’ll bring water balloons too. We can eat, and then have a water balloon fight. Maybe it’ll even be your best birthday ever. Who knows?” “Not without Dylan it won’t be.” Luke hung his head, ‘Just hop on the swing then, and forget about the world a minute okay? Just fly up into the sky, and there’ll not be a worry left for you when you touchdown on earth again.”
“Thanks,” I smiled. And that was the beginning of something wonderful. A friendship that would last forever. Every day after that, Luke would wait in my backyard to see if I could come out of the house. Some days I suppose he wasn’t there, he had to be somewhere else, but I never really noticed on those days because I couldn’t get out anyway. "
"Mom and Dad had somewhere to go, which made it the perfect day to sneak out. They locked all the doors before they left, but I slipped a piece of cloth inside the kitchen lock, so that it wouldn’t fully lock. From there, even out high-tech locks could be picked. And only moments after they left, I was out. I was free. The first thing I did was climb that old tree I’d been dying to climb since we’d moved here. I climbed up that tree, and shouted and laughed, and sang. I think I was the happiest I’d been in a long time. I wrapped my legs around one of the branches, and hung upside down. I giggled and laughed some more, and another laugh answered mine. I swung back up to sit on the tree, and looked down. A blonde boy stood below my tree, and stared up at me? “What are you looking at?” I asked, “I’m looking at you, if you must know. The people who live here came a year ago, but they’re childless, and I’ve never seen you around at all” “Well, I’m the people who’ve lived here for a year. And my parents are not childless.” “They said that both their children died a month before they moved here.” My face hardened, ‘Well, that’s a lie.” “If you come down from there miss smarty, we can talk easier, and maybe I can show you around a bit.” I climbed down the tree and stood in front of the both, hands on my hips, “I’m Skye. Who are you?” I asked, “I’m Luke. Short for Lucas. But, why have I never seen you?” “My parents keep me locked up. I snuck out today.” “Why are you locked up? Are you crazy?” “I’m not crazy, but they are. They blame me for my brother’s death, and so they lock me up, and practically ignore my existence. I don’t know why, or how they can do that. I thought all parents loved their children no matter what. But I guess mine are different.” Luke scrunched up his eyes, “So, you’ve never been anywhere around here, except locked up in your house.” ‘Exactly.” “You must be pretty lonely.” “I am. Very lonely. On rainy days, Dylan and I used to play board games together. We would laugh and joke around. He was a lot younger, but we still had fun. He was my best friend.” “And, Dylan was your brother?” “Yes.” “What happened?” I crossed my arms and scowled, “I don’t want to talk about it, okay?” ‘Okay.” Then he took my hand, and pulled me along, “Where are you taking me?” I asked, “To have some fun, and get away from this old mansion” He pulled me all the way to another backyard. “This is my backyard,” he said, “There’s swing here, attached to the tree. Then there’s a fort over here. I’ve got a whole setup, play guns, and swords. What would you like to do first?” “Well, the swing looks fun.” “Hop on then, I’ll push you till you’re so high you’re almost bumping your head on the tree!” “How old are you Luke?” “I’m twelve. And you miss smarty?” “I’m twelve too, my birthday is next month, but I don’t think my parents will celebrate.” “Then we’ll sneak out, and I’ll take you to the woods with a good picnic. I’ll bring water balloons too. We can eat, and then have a water balloon fight. Maybe it’ll even be your best birthday ever. Who knows?” “Not without Dylan it won’t be.” Luke hung his head, ‘Just hop on the swing then, and forget about the world a minute okay? Just fly up into the sky, and there’ll not be a worry left for you when you touchdown on earth again.”
“Thanks,” I smiled. And that was the beginning of something wonderful. A friendship that would last forever. Every day after that, Luke would wait in my backyard to see if I could come out of the house. Some days I suppose he wasn’t there, he had to be somewhere else, but I never really noticed on those days because I couldn’t get out anyway. "
Friday, June 6, 2014
Funny Fridays~ Lord of the Rings
This week's Funny Fridays theme is Lord of the Rings!!!
~Katie ;) ~
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
Random Wednesdays- The Unreadable Manuscript
In 1912, a Polish book seller, Wilfrid Voynich bought an old manuscript, having no idea the questions it would raise. The Voynich Manuscript is written in an unreadable codex. Over the years, many people have studied and studied this manuscript, trying to find some way to learn the language or crack the code. World War 1 and 2 code breakers even puzzled over this ancient book, searching for any way of translation. The book has been carbon-dated to the 15th century, and may have been written in Italy during the renaissance. The words, or code, are written from left to right, and pictures accompany every page. Some of the pictures are less than appropriate, but some seem to be pictures of strange forms of flowers, and other things, which I will post below.
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Above is a floral picture from the manuscript. As you can see, the colors are still bright and vibrant after all these years.
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These appear to be plants. The first looks roughly like carrots, or turnips.
And these seem to be some form of astronomical charting.
Some people claim the manuscript was done by a child, making up their own language, or a lunatic babbling away on Vellum. But for it's time, this 240 page+ book would have been incredibly expensive to produce, and would have been done very carefully, by someone who had the money to spend. The foldout pages would have been the most rare and expensive to purchase. Some have claimed that this book could hold medicine's, as some of the paintings look a bit like some healing plants we have now. Extremists believe the Voynich is a manuscript left behind for us by aliens. The pictures in this manuscript are very simple, and very complex all at the same time, making it very difficult for anyone to know whether it was a very serious work that was put in code so as to be of the utmost secrecy, or whether it was simply the play of a young, and very rich child. Maybe we will never know, or maybe someday, we will finally be able to reveal the secrets of the Voynich Manuscript.
~Katie~
Most information gathered from Wikipedia, some from other sources and documentaries.
These appear to be plants. The first looks roughly like carrots, or turnips.
Some people claim the manuscript was done by a child, making up their own language, or a lunatic babbling away on Vellum. But for it's time, this 240 page+ book would have been incredibly expensive to produce, and would have been done very carefully, by someone who had the money to spend. The foldout pages would have been the most rare and expensive to purchase. Some have claimed that this book could hold medicine's, as some of the paintings look a bit like some healing plants we have now. Extremists believe the Voynich is a manuscript left behind for us by aliens. The pictures in this manuscript are very simple, and very complex all at the same time, making it very difficult for anyone to know whether it was a very serious work that was put in code so as to be of the utmost secrecy, or whether it was simply the play of a young, and very rich child. Maybe we will never know, or maybe someday, we will finally be able to reveal the secrets of the Voynich Manuscript.
~Katie~
Most information gathered from Wikipedia, some from other sources and documentaries.
Tuesday, June 3, 2014
Sing it Loud
'Ello friends!
I hope you're all having a lovely day! Here are a few songs for you all to enjoy. :)
~Katie~
I hope you're all having a lovely day! Here are a few songs for you all to enjoy. :)
Monday, June 2, 2014
Top of the Week
Today is Monday, which means I'm posting a few of my favorite books for this week!
1. The Horse and His Boy by C.S. Lewis- This book is chronologically the third in the Chronicles of Narnia series. When Shasta, a poor fisherman's son finds a talking horse from Narnia, they escape together to find where they belong, meeting along the way a young tarkheena and her Narnian horse Hwin, also on the escape.
2. Swindle by Gordon Korman- Griffin Bing is the man with the plan, and his best friend Ben id ready to follow along. When the two friends find a baseball card worth millions, they are swindled by a greedy memorabilia collector and seller. Griffin comes up with a plan involving Ben, and several other kids from his school to get the card back, and reveal S. Wendell.
3. Swipe by Evan Angler- Ever since his sister died when she was pledging, Logan has been sure someone is following him, lurking in the shadows. Now, with his own pledging so near, and questions rising in his head, will he and the new girl, Erin be able to find out who is following him, and why?
And there are my top three books of the week! Check them out of your local library and enjoy!
~Katie~
1. The Horse and His Boy by C.S. Lewis- This book is chronologically the third in the Chronicles of Narnia series. When Shasta, a poor fisherman's son finds a talking horse from Narnia, they escape together to find where they belong, meeting along the way a young tarkheena and her Narnian horse Hwin, also on the escape.
2. Swindle by Gordon Korman- Griffin Bing is the man with the plan, and his best friend Ben id ready to follow along. When the two friends find a baseball card worth millions, they are swindled by a greedy memorabilia collector and seller. Griffin comes up with a plan involving Ben, and several other kids from his school to get the card back, and reveal S. Wendell.
3. Swipe by Evan Angler- Ever since his sister died when she was pledging, Logan has been sure someone is following him, lurking in the shadows. Now, with his own pledging so near, and questions rising in his head, will he and the new girl, Erin be able to find out who is following him, and why?
And there are my top three books of the week! Check them out of your local library and enjoy!
~Katie~
Sunday, June 1, 2014
Sunday Devotional- Standing For Truth
Friends,
Every day, if we take a look around, or talk to any person on the street, we will hear so many "truths". It seems that everyone has their own version of truth, Jesus, God, and "god". Have you ever noticed that a lot of Christians like to hide in a corner, and never face being challenged? The reason is usually that we are afraid. Our beliefs are becoming less and less popular. More people these days are going one of two ways 1. There is no God, or 2. We are all gods and goddesses. In America, we have become so accustomed to the idea of "freedom" that we don’t like the idea that someone actually has power over us. People want things their own way, and they don’t want to be challenged, so they despise Christians. When you know you will probably be spat on, it’s easy to go hide. However, when we gave our lives to Jesus, we didn’t choose the easy route. He didn’t say, "Follow me and you’ll get sunshine and rainbows! Nobody will ever give you a hard time, and everyone you talk to will believe in me!" Nuh uh, nope. This is the hard route. This is where the children of darkness spit upon you. This is where Satan tempts you. This is where you will suffer. This is where you will be ridiculed, and hated. Here on earth it will be hard, but it will truly be worth it. Now, why are we hiding? We have been given the chance to go into the world and spread the truth! I know that even if I ever only lead one person to Christ, it will be worth it. Oh to see the beauty of a saved soul! They are wounded and afflicted, yet they do not know it! Oh to be the person to help spread that blessed healing salve upon their wounds! Oh to see them finally taste the sweetness of mercy, forgiveness, and true love! I would rather be tormented, and go speak the truth, even if I never saw someone come to Christ by my efforts. Than to hide, and forever wonder, "If I had gone out there, could I have made a difference?" So, what will you choose to do?
~Katie~
Every day, if we take a look around, or talk to any person on the street, we will hear so many "truths". It seems that everyone has their own version of truth, Jesus, God, and "god". Have you ever noticed that a lot of Christians like to hide in a corner, and never face being challenged? The reason is usually that we are afraid. Our beliefs are becoming less and less popular. More people these days are going one of two ways 1. There is no God, or 2. We are all gods and goddesses. In America, we have become so accustomed to the idea of "freedom" that we don’t like the idea that someone actually has power over us. People want things their own way, and they don’t want to be challenged, so they despise Christians. When you know you will probably be spat on, it’s easy to go hide. However, when we gave our lives to Jesus, we didn’t choose the easy route. He didn’t say, "Follow me and you’ll get sunshine and rainbows! Nobody will ever give you a hard time, and everyone you talk to will believe in me!" Nuh uh, nope. This is the hard route. This is where the children of darkness spit upon you. This is where Satan tempts you. This is where you will suffer. This is where you will be ridiculed, and hated. Here on earth it will be hard, but it will truly be worth it. Now, why are we hiding? We have been given the chance to go into the world and spread the truth! I know that even if I ever only lead one person to Christ, it will be worth it. Oh to see the beauty of a saved soul! They are wounded and afflicted, yet they do not know it! Oh to be the person to help spread that blessed healing salve upon their wounds! Oh to see them finally taste the sweetness of mercy, forgiveness, and true love! I would rather be tormented, and go speak the truth, even if I never saw someone come to Christ by my efforts. Than to hide, and forever wonder, "If I had gone out there, could I have made a difference?" So, what will you choose to do?
~Katie~
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