Sunday, October 16, 2011

A pretty random collection of pictures

Sadie Rose being calm for once

Sadie making a silly face...

Saying hellooooooo

Weeds+Tables+the outdoors+the ocean+Macro= this picture? 

Feather and Flotsam ;) a cave

Apples! ;)

Still can't believe I took this picture...
 Sadie-Boo :)

 Outside one of the windows :)
Oliver the Evil Kitty

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

The Seven Stones; Book 1, Chapter 1

Chapter 1

The hot sun glared in my eyes, as it beat down on my t-shirt clad back. Sand and minced rock glittered beneath my bare feet, I felt like I was walking on burning coals.

“C’mon Midget!” My cousin yelled I saw the dark crown of his head disappearing as he climbed down the slight slope that lead back to the ranch where Roger and Aunt Lydia were impatiently waiting for us.

“My name’s not Midget!” I growled to myself, my cousin was two years older, a few itty-bitty inches taller, with no right to call me ‘midget!”

I drug my feet grouchily in the fine gravel, this was my favorite place on the entire ranch, and I called it the quarry. Whenever I managed to escape the house, and my dreadful aunt Lydia I always somehow found myself there. Something about the place was wonderful, I couldn’t exactly put my finger on it, but something was definitely compelling to return. I felt as if invisible strings pulled me there, in my mind I fancied that perhaps there was buried treasure, or some wonderful clue to a baffling mystery of some bandit and his gang.

Carelessly wandering in the general direction of the ranch, I stubbed by toe on a strangely uniform shaped rock.

“Ouch!” I bit my lip to keep from crying, I didn’t want Chris to see me like that he’d call me a cry- baby.

Looking down, I saw that my toe was bleeding, I crouched and looked at it closer, it stung miserably, especially, when a nonchalant breeze puffed by, scattering dust, and I’m sure most of it landed on my toe.

But when I saw that stone, I forgot all about my throbbing big toe. The rock was no bigger than a baseball, but flatter, more like a miniature football, it was very smooth as if it had been polished recently, and what appeared to me to be tiny colorful gemstones were flecked evenly across the face of shining stone.

The beautiful stone transfixed me it was awesome! I reached down to pick it up, something was entrancing about it, something inside me knew I should.

The moment my hand touched the smooth rock, a feeling rather like what I thought having soda in my veins would be like, pumped through me. I jumped back, and dropped the rock, but something, something, made me want to pick it up one more, and take it with me.

“Miggy!” I heard Roger call. Roger was my other cousin, six years younger than me, and a ton nicer than his brother.

“Fine! I’m coming!” I grumbled.

“Oh, and Mother says she won’t have you bringing rocks in the house” Chris mimicked his mothers voice, “Now tell that impossible girl, there will be no rocks in this house!”

I bit my lip again, even though I knew he couldn’t see me, I knew he was still on the porch, I could hear his foot tapping, trying to provoke my temper.

I sighed, but I had to keep the rock, but I knew it was no use arguing. I made up my mind, to get it tomorrow in the morning while the boys were still sleeping soundly, and while the watchdog Craig was enjoying his early morning snooze after being awake the better part of the night.

The sun was setting, and the sky was filled with gold and rose hues. To my surprise the flecks of gems, on the stone glowed, with a light of its own.

“Goodnight” I whispered to the quarry, and glowing stone, as I climbed over the rocky ridge and tramped down the well-worn path back to the ranch.

Vonneguts Rules For Short Stories

Here's something I found while googling around, and I thought it might interest you elves. Apparently publishers check short  stories somewhere along these lines, when they decide to publish or not publish a a book.

Vonnegut's Rules For Short Stories

1. Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not feel the time was wasted.
2. Give the reader at least one character he or she can root for.
3. Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water.
4. Every sentence must do one of two things -- reveal character or advance the action.*
5. Start as close to the end as possible.
6. Be a sadist. No matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them -- in order that the reader may see what they are made of.
7. Write to please just one person. If you open a window and make love to the world, so to speak, your story will get pneumonia.
8. Give your readers as much information as possible as soon as possible. To heck with suspense. Readers should have such complete understanding of what is going on, where and why, that they could finish the story themselves, should cockroaches eat the last few pages.

Sunday, April 24, 2011 our local grocery store

The white rabbit (above) looks like bunicula...

My favorite bunny is the tan was so curious, sweet and friendly!
Bunnies! This weekend at our grocery store they were selling rabbits, cause its Easter. Samantha Green-dail and I had fun playing with 'em.

More of my Wonderful Home

Rocks...beautiful rocks :D Beach rocks...
The main beach, I find the greenish rocks quite pretty :D

Now you have seen the beach, on the isle I call my own. Me and SGD took these together...a week ago :D

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Welcome to the world of Blogging Sammy!!!!

My dear friend, Samantha Green-dail just got a blog! I made her jealous cause o' mine and she made it today! Here is the link !! I am gonna frequent her blog a lot! Perhaps even more than she will :D So, please my elves, check out her blog! She really wants followers, so could you guys check it out? She will be very happy :D