Happy Birthday Aggie! Two announcements!!

Hmm..long title, I know! ๐Ÿ˜› Okay, first I’ll start off that it IS AGGIE’S BIRTHDAY!!! WHOOOHOOO!!! ๐Ÿ˜€ Actually…her birthday was a little over a week ago, but I just remembered. I know, it’s terrible, but I have a pretty good excuse..you’re right, there is no excuse. I’m sorry, Aggie! But I made up for it!! On Saturday, I got her a bag of treats, and a big bone!!! ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ™‚ Then that night I sang Happy Birthday to her ( XD ), gave her two treats, and also gave her a BIIG belly rub!! ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜‰ So she’s good!! ๐Ÿ˜€ She turned FIVE! :O I can’t believe my baby (yes, I am her mother, so I can call her that! Hmph!! :D) is already so old! ๐Ÿ˜› Hehe!!! ๐Ÿ˜€ I love her SOOO SO SO Much!! ๐Ÿ˜€ Here is a fun little list of her favorite foods:

Oranges| These are her ABSOLUTE FAVORITE FRUIT!!! ๐Ÿ˜€ And probably fav food all around!! She’s a healthy girl! ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜‰ That’s my baby! ๐Ÿ˜€



Jolly ranchers

๐Ÿ˜€ Those are her favorite foods! ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ™‚ She’s usually pretty healthy! ๐Ÿ˜€ She liked nerd slushies too! ๐Ÿ˜€ And ‘bone marrow’ dog treats! ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ™‚ Okay, ready for the announcements!?!? They BOTH have something to do with Aggie!!! ๐Ÿ˜€

Aggie is going to HAVE… PUPPIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m SOOOO SO SO SO SO SO Happy/excited/enthusiastic/joyful/amazed/excited/happy/excited/excited!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ๐Ÿ˜€ Did I mention that I’m EXCITED!????????? XD hehehehe!!! ๐Ÿ˜€ In about TWO WEEKS!!!! That’s when she’ll have them!!!!! AA! ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ˜€ I’m so happy for her! This will be her 3rd litter!! ๐Ÿ˜› ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ™‚ Any guesses on how many she will have?? ๐Ÿ˜€

I’d LOVE to hear your guesses!! ๐Ÿ˜‰ ๐Ÿ˜€

Then the other thing, which you will REALLLLLLLY like!!!!!!!!! IS…. I”M HAVING A Q&A!!!! ๐Ÿ˜€ But it’s not just ANY Q&A! It’s for AGGIE!!! You can ask any questions WHATSOEVER as long as they have SOMETHING to do with dogs or Aggie! ๐Ÿ˜€ I’d love it if most of them were for Aggie specifically to answer, but if you want me to answer some (AS LONG AS THEY”RE DOG RELATED), I will!!!! ๐Ÿ˜€ THANK YOU GUYS SO SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ๐Ÿ˜€ I would have Aggie say something, but she already had a guest post just a while ago! ๐Ÿ˜€ Please check it out if you haven’t! ๐Ÿ˜€ IT was the post right before this! ๐Ÿ˜‰ ๐Ÿ˜€ THANKS!!! I’ll be going now! ๐Ÿ˜€ Byyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyye!! And again, don’t forget to guess how many puppies she’ll have! BYYE!!!

Guest post of Aggie’s

Hi everydoggie!! And I suppose every human to… :/ ๐Ÿ˜‰ I hope you are doing good!! ๐Ÿ™‚ Since today is national sorry day (I wrote this on the 26th), you should give your dogs a treat and tell them you’re sorry for not petting them more, and then give them a belly rub. But you don’t need to, just a suggestion!! ๐Ÿ™‚ Well…I THINK I know what to post about…hmm…aha!! I’m going to give tips! Yeah, that’s a great idea! No, cause I have no tips. Uh..oh yeah! I will tell you about my fun day at the trail!! ๐Ÿ˜€ here I go:
I was in my pen, staring disgustedly at my food, when I heard the dogs bark. I looked, and my owner, K.A, had come into the pen. I (of course) barked and yipped and I was so cute that she couldn’t resist coming to me…right K.A? Don’t say answer to that. Ahem!ย  So, she walked to me with my SPECIAL SPECIAL collar, and I thought we were just to go on a same sort of walk, but NO! She brought me to the car and told me to hop up to the seat. So I DID!!! ๐Ÿ™‚ And it was hot in there until owner K (I’ll just call her that, it’s too exhausting to write K and then a capitol A too! ๐Ÿ˜ So, yeah) , K opened the …what is it called…the thing that lets air in…wind-hole!! ๐Ÿ˜€ That’s what it is! And I stuck my head out as we drove to …I think she called it… Lown? Or…Tono…or maybe…toenail? It was something that had an N in it. Maybe.. Nwot? Hmmm….anyway, we drove to this… Toenail and then into it! Yeah, that sounds gross. Okay, well…. Hmmm…we drove to the ..Lown! I’ll just call it a Lown I guess.ย (K.A:*snickers* XD Aggie, I think you mean-)ย NO NO! I need not your help, PERSON IN THE…what is that anyway? A …hirst? ๐Ÿ˜›ย (It’s called a shirt. *shakes head* I thought I taught you better than that..)ย Yeah yeah, right. ANYWAY, We went to the Toenail- I mean, the Lown Tono, and there were all these.. Sorts! I’m almost positive that’s what K called them! You buy food at the sorts! ๐Ÿ™‚ And other things! ๐Ÿ˜› One of the sorts is where she gets SOME of my dog treats! Anyway, we drove out of the Lown Tono then and to this other place. It had this thing called a … Railt…or oh wait! It was called a Trail!!! ๐Ÿ˜€ Then we walked down it with my aunty (K’s sister! :D) and …grandma!! (K’s mom) !! It was fun!!! ๐Ÿ˜€ I even got to smell a …hush!! ๐Ÿ˜€ Umm…that sounds weird..maybe it was a ..Boosh!!!:D That was it! A boosh!! ๐Ÿ™‚ Yeah. So it smelled..weird though. We got to walk over little … ridgebs. And other things! There were a lot of…trees! ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ˜€ Or are they called Reets..? :/ Ooh this is harder than I thought..But I STILL don’t need your help PERSON!!! AKAKA! That’s fun!!! AKA K.A! XD Hehheehe!!! What does X and D mean…cause K does it a lot. xD xD It must mean that I’m really cute!!! xD xD xD xD xD XD XD XD XD ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ˜€ Yaay! ANYWAY! It was much much much fun!! ๐Ÿ˜€ Then I got to drink some water out of K’s hand! She got a ..nerd slushie later. (perfect for her! I wouldn’t be surprised if she ate part of her brain cause she thought it was a nerd! Heh heh! :P) When we got home she gave me some of the slushie though and it was GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!! ๐Ÿ™‚ Well…that’s all for now!

Hey, everyone! This is K.A! ๐Ÿ™‚ Hopefully Maggie (Megan’s dog) and Aggie (my dog! ;)) can make a pots together sometime! ๐Ÿ™‚ But I thought Aggie could go ahead and post today! DO you want more guest posts like this? Maybe once a month or something!?!? ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ Instead of a boring animal of the month, it could be an animal guest post of the month..? ๐Ÿ˜€


And K.A~ ๐Ÿ˜‰

CWWC #8!

Hey there everyone!! ๐Ÿ™‚ !! ๐Ÿ˜€ Here are the prompts I used! ๐Ÿ™‚

.:  : Writing prompt: feelingfree :  :


She hovered over her desk, trying to see her math book through her tears. But they dripped down onto her math, leaving wet splotches on it. Mia grabbed her book and headed home in the rain. Stomping, she made her way into her room and collapsed on her bed, crying. It had happened a week 1/2 ago, yet it felt like yesterday. And the funeral was in a week. Mia wished that the funeral never had to happen. Her brother Clark wasn’t any help either. He just spent all day out on his scate-board or in his room. Mia was feeling much like what her name actually meant: Bitter. Ava had died in a car accident. She had only been 18. Clark was 16. Mia was 13. She pulled herself up off her bed and groggily opened her door. Her dark brown shoulder length hair drooped over her face as she walked down the hall. She walked over to the door with the name ‘Ava’ on it. Mia smiled sadly as she looked at it, then creaked the door open. She walked over to a shelf in Ava’s room and looked at all the jars lined on it. Ava had been very interested in science, and had made up all sorts of chemicals and things to look neat on her shelf. There were blue ones, purple ones, and pink ones, and ones with all three in them. She pursed her lips and closed her eyes, reliving the memories with her sister. Then her eyes snapped open as she remembered one night in particular. She had been up on the roof of the house, at night, after Ava had left to go to town, when Clark had come up…

“What are you doing?!” Clark asked, hauling himself through the window.

“I’m sitting on the roof.” Mia answered, still looking at the stars. She leaned over the roof and inhaled deeply. The air was more fresh up here, the moon and stars seemed brighter, and she felt free.

“Well I can see that.” He said, tilting his head sideways. He lifted one eyebrow in an unspoken tease because Mia couldn’t lift just one eyebrow and he could. They had guessed it was a middle child thing.

…but now Clark was the oldest child. Maybe he can’t do it anymore. She thought with a chuckle. But it wasn’t a real laugh, just a little chuckle. She sighed and walked back to the door, but as she neared it, her foot bumped into a box. She went to move it out of the way, and saw that it had writing on it. It said ‘Bad Memories. Do not open‘ Hmm…wonder what it is.. She thought. Then she remembered. She had labeled it that because she never thought she would want to look in it again. But she did now.

It was pictures of her, Clark, and Ava together. She opened it slowly and sat down on her knees. The first picture was of Them at a water park all standing at the bottom of a huge slide, wet. Mia kept shifting through the pictures and stopped at one of her having a piggy back ride on Ava. Clark was just staring at them, like he thought they were crazy. Because he did. The next was of Mia jumping onto Clark and he had a surprised expression on his face.

The next was another one of all three. But this picture was special, cause they didn’t just have smiles plastered on their faces, these were real smiles. In fact, Clark was actually laughing. He looked funny when he laughed, Mia remembered, Because he would close his eyes and sometimes throw his head back. She hadn’t seen him do that for a long time. A tear ran down her cheek as she saw the next one, of them all running through the water together, then splash. She let the tears run then and cried all night, until finally, she fell asleep.

Mia was in a bunch of water, dancing with Ava. They were so high up that the stars were right beside them, and Ava reached out to touch one. Then Mia walked over to Ava and went to give her a hug, but Ava got scared, and ran the opposite direction, and out of view.ย 

Mia burst out of her sleep, spilling the pictures that were still in her hands. She was breathing quickly and rubbed her head to calm down. She yawned and then got up and picked all the pictures up, put them in the box, and slid it under Ava’s old bed. She walked to her room and lay down on her bed, then curled up with a blanket and fell asleep again.

“Time for lunch sleepy head.” She heard. Mia moaned and sat up, looking into her mom’s face. She got up slowly and went downstairs to the kitchen. She grabbed her ham sandwich and sat down by her dad. He looked really tired and was eating cereal. But she didn’t ask why. Sometimes he just wanted cereal instead of normal lunches. She shook her head and kept eating.

That night, once the stars had come out again, Mia headed up to Clark’s room, where the window to the roof was. His room was covered in clothes and she had to be careful where she stepped. She wondered where he even was. She opened his window and walked out onto the roof, but was surprised to see someone already there.

“Who is it.” She heard a grumbly voice say. It was Clark’s.

“You know who I am.” She said back. “What are you doing?” She asked, even though she knew what he would say.

“I’m sitting on the roof.” He replied, a smile creeping onto his face.

“Well I can SEE that.” She managed to actually sound a bit annoyed. Then she went and sat beside him. She realized she hadn’t seen him for about 3 days and his hair was a pinch longer than she remembered. They both took a deep breath at the same time.

“You miss her too don’t you.” Clark said. Mia was surprised. She was guessing he would try to avoid that subject. She nodded. “Yaaa…I do.” She replied. He looked at her and she stared into his dark brown eyes.

“But we’ll be alright. She’s up in heaven now. So she’s fine too.” He said, as if he was talking to a three year old. But that was ok with Mia right now, because she felt like a three year old now. She nodded again.

“Do you remember that time when we were at the water park, and mom took tons of pictures?! And when you jumped on me, and nearly crunched me to bits!?” She exclaimed, almost changing the subject.

Clark thought about it and then remembering, he closed his eyes and threw his head back, laughing. There’s the laugh. She thought, laughing along with him.


That was fun to write!! ๐Ÿ˜€ you guys may have noticed, that in my stories, there’s almost always a boy in them. I’m not sure why, but I like to have both genders in my story! ๐Ÿ˜€ Or just boys… :/ ๐Ÿ˜‰ XD Hehe!!! ๐Ÿ˜› But if you also notice that ‘That’s not something a brother would do, he would be more mean about it’ or anything else, that’s cause I don’t really know what a brother is like. You see, I don’t have any brothers, AT ALL! So, I don’t really know. So I’m sorry If I don’t capture how it really is to have a brother, but I try to! :/ ๐Ÿ˜€ If you have any tips on something annoying that your brother(s) do, or anything else that I could know to make my stories a bit more realistic, I’d love to hear it!! ๐Ÿ™‚ Thanks!!! Have a good rest of your…week! ๐Ÿ™‚ XD I guess this is the last day of the week…have a good rest of the month!! ๐Ÿ˜€ XD

The Truth about Writer’s block-reposted from Misty

Hi everyone!!! ๐Ÿ˜€ How’s it going? Well, I don’t think I’m gonna have time for a post of my own, so I’m going to ‘repost’ (copy and paste! ;)) a really good post of Misty’s!! ๐Ÿ˜€ I’ve actually never had Writer’s block before, but I’m (SADLY) guessing that it might start soon! It’s really good to know this ahead of time though!! ๐Ÿ™‚ Misty from mistycreativewriting.wordpress.com wrote this and I give HER full credit!! ๐Ÿ™‚ Here it is! Bye everyone! ๐Ÿ˜€

Writerโ€™s Block. Every writer knows that dreaded name, and Iโ€™m sure every writer has experienced it before.

Writerโ€™s Block can take different forms. It can be short term, or it can be long term. Maybe you find yourself sitting down, a pencil in hand, staring at a blank piece of paper and ready to write. Then your mind goesย blank.

Bam! Sound the alarms! Time to panic, right? You feel empty of inspiration. Suddenly, everything else around you becomes interesting. You want to go outside. You want to read a book. You want to check your email. You want to get on the Internet.

I think Writerโ€™s Block is often made to appear much bigger and much more challenging to beat than it really is. Often, I find myself thinking something along the lines of, โ€œOh no. I donโ€™t know what to write. Maybe this just isnโ€™t a good time.โ€ Thus, I find myself turning away to do something else and convincing myself the inspiration will just โ€œcome at its own time.โ€

I believe Writerโ€™s Block is really just the writerโ€™s refusal to get up and find inspiration.

Yes, sometimes inspiration is random. Sometimes, you get struck by a brilliant idea and urge to sit down and start writing. However, thereโ€™s a problem with this method:

Random inspiration dies quickly if it isnโ€™t fed and nourished.ย 

Inspiration is everywhere. The writer is the person who takes the time to sit down and examine that inspiration. They turn it over in their hands, looking at it from different angles and perspectives. The more they examine it, feed it, the more it grows.

So, how do you examine it?

ย  ย  ย  ย  ย 1. Write it down.

You NEED to do this. This part is underestimated too often. Too often, we dwell on the idea in our heads, thinking of its brilliance and our own brilliance to come up with such an amazing notion. The problem is if you write your story off of the idea, the spark of inspiration in your head, it will most likely not work. It will die off. You will run out of ideas, and the spark will shrink away. This is why you need to write your ideas down. Experience with plot boards! Outlines! Journals! Just random bullet points left and right help a lot too.

ย  ย  ย  ย 2. Lookย for more inspiration.

Itโ€™s not always going to randomly come to you. You need to be on the lookout. While it may not be the best kind of question in real life scenarios, the โ€œwhat ifโ€ question sure can work miracles for a writer. Donโ€™t be afraid to be bold. What will your reader expect? Do the opposite. Donโ€™t be afraid to research, to look around, to experiment with different twists and turns in your story. Open up your mind.

ย  ย  ย  ย 3. Donโ€™t give up.

No matter how disappointed or discouraged you may feel, do not give up! You are a writer. You can do this. Remind yourself that every writer experiences the frustration and discouragement youโ€™re feeling, and that it will pass if you donโ€™t give up. You got this!

When Writerโ€™s Block comes knocking at your door, donโ€™t be afraid. If you are the cause of your own Writerโ€™s Block, then you can surely conquer it.

Look for inspiration. Stay focused. Donโ€™t let distractions draw you away. Thereโ€™s another time and place for Pinterest, my friend. Facebook can wait. For now, you are a writer. And what do writers do? They write.

What helps you focus? What inspires you? Music? The outdoors? If youโ€™re seeking to write about Christ, pray.

Donโ€™t let Writerโ€™s Block slow you down.


K.A Again…see, wasn’t that inspiring!? ๐Ÿ˜€ XD Bye again!! ๐Ÿ˜›

AAWC last one!

I have a plot twist, and the word Invisible in the story Misty…although I KIND OF doubt you will mist the plot twist!

Wow…this is the last one!! I’ve been putting off this post…because to tell you the truth..I’m not sure I want to do it! Like you know how we’re suppose to have a plot twist in this story? I have a really good one….but I think it’s too much of a plot twist……even for me! It’s gonna be hard, and I’m NOT sure that you’re ..well…going to like it..buuuut…here it goes! :/ ๐Ÿ˜‰ ๐Ÿ˜›

“Ryan..I’m gonna miss you.” Irene told her 19 year old brother at the airport. He was moving away and they wouldn’t see him for another 3 months. Tears gathered into Irene’s eyes as she watched her brother hug his mom and dad.

“I love you guys. I’m going to miss all of you. A lot.” He told them. Then he gave one last hug to Irene and Aisly -his older sister- and walked away. Irene clenched her fists and teeth and walked in front of everyone else, over to the glass that she could see past. Aisly walked over to her. After 10 minutes had gone by, they still couldn’t see him. “Maybe he’s gone invisible.” Aisly muttered.

“He probably had to go through security.” Their dad said. Just then they saw Ryan walk into sight. He saw them and waved, smiling. Then got in line. Irene watched as he handed the man behind the counter his ticket and then walked down the enclosed ramp towards the plane. She saw a tear run down his face as he had one more look and wave before walking away. Then he disappeared, out of sight. Irene walked back trying to stay in front of everyone else with her head down, hiding the tears the lined her face. Quickly they made it to the car and the entire 2 hour drive home, Irene just stared blankly through the window. They had music in the car, but it just made things worse and had Irene nearly sobbing.

By the next day, Irene was feeling better about things, and walked into the living room, then collapsed on the comfy red chair. Aisly sat down beside her and flipped on the TV. There was weather, and news. There was something about a murder, as always, and Irene ignored it until she saw Aisly staring at the TV, paralyzed with fear. She looked quickly at the TV and saw that the murder was on an airplane. It was the number that Ryan had been on. They announced who it was that was murdered, and Aisly and Irene both let out a huge sigh when they realized it wasn’t Ryan.

“We caught the criminal at the scene though thankfully.” It showed a Police man saying. Then it showed footage of them leading the murderer away. Irene gasped as she saw that…

Ryan was the Murderer.


DA DA DA!!! :O I know, it’s awful! Isn’t that just terrible?? :O Well..was that enough of a plot twist? XD I’m GUESSING just GUESSING that you weren’t expecting that…was I right?? ๐Ÿ˜› Hehe! I told you it was quite the plot twist!! :O ๐Ÿ˜ฎ You were probably ‘scared’ that he was the one that was murdered! But NO, he was the OPPOSITE!! Wow…now I’m wondering if I should even publish this post. ๐Ÿ˜ :/ ๐Ÿ˜ฆ Hmmm…. I don’t know. If you’re reading it then-OBVIOUSLY- I published it! XD Okay…I’ll publish it. :/ ๐Ÿ˜‰


CWWC-To Find a Friend.

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To Find a Friend.

If everyone here was safe, they wouldn’t be running into their houses, scared all the time. If everyone was nice, they would have made friends with Jenny by now. If everyone wasn’t so scared, they wouldn’t have 8 locks on their doors, and scratch the words: The world’s not safe anymore. But it was true. The world wasn’t safe. It had been the safest place for a long time. It had been…


Jenny sat with her brother in the cabin. She was 15 and he was 18. The world was a safe place, so they had no need for locks on the doors. They were sitting at the table, drinking coffee.

“This coffee is amazing, Kyle!” Jenny told her brother. “How do you make it?”

“Well..” Kyle started, ” you have to get it just right, so that it’s sweet enough! If you put the sugar in too soon after you make it, it will all desolve, but if you wait, then there will be sugar still in the bottom.” He winked. There was a banging on the door and Kyle motioned for Jenny to go out the back door. Then mouthed “I’ll be there soon.” to her. She ran to the back and gently opened the door. Then her heart nearly stopped as she heard Kyle scream, and then everything was quiet. She ran out the back, barefooted, not stopping to check for nails. She had one single candle, and her PJs on still.


She made it to the shelter of a tree and called out his name in the silence, like he would actually hear, like he would actually care. But no answer came.


…That had happened nearly 2 years ago, but to Jenny, it felt like it was yesterday. There would never be a time where she wouldn’t miss Kyle. She sat at the desk inside the school, playing it all back in her mind.


Just then a man with an ugly, odd cloak, burst in the room. He had been waiting outside the school for just the right moment.


He grabbed his arrow, pointing it directly at her, when out of nowhere, a shape shot in the door with a sword and cut the man down. He fell to the ground, nursing his wound. Jenny could see the man who had the sword more clearly now. He word a plain green cloak, and had simply a sword. His cloak’s hood concealed his face, and the rest flowed neatly out behind him as he ran towards her. “Get out the window!” He told her in a low voice, “Don’t bother to open it, just jump!” As he finished saying that, 4 more men strode into the room and he ran to meet them.

Jenny jumped through the window, landing on the hard ground outside. She pulled herself up and looked around, then ran for the woods.


She was joined by the man in the cloak shortly. He seemed mean and mad, but she was pretty sure that he was on her side. He walked up to a small cabin in the middle of the woods. Then brought her inside and looked around cautiously.

“Wh-what’s your name..and..who are you?” Jenny asked, trying to find the exit again. The man lowered his head.

Then, flipping his cloak hood back he said: “You know who I am.”


There before her, stood Kyle, her 20 year old brother. His hair was a tad longer than it used to be, but he still looked pretty much the same.

“K-Ky…Kyle? But it…” She trailed off. He nodded slowly, then pulled up his hood again. She saw a small smile through the darkness of his hood. Then she saw him waver, and put his hand on the wall. He held up his hand. “I’m fine..” He said. Then he crumpled to the floor. “Kyle!” Jenny said, running over to him. He was unconscious, but she didn’t know why. She turned him onto his side and gasped as she saw blood oozing through his shirt. It ran onto the floor. Then she realized, it wasn’t oozing THROUGH his shirt, because there was a hole in his shirt there.

“He was stabbed by one of the men’s swords!” she told herself quietly. He stirred and muttered, and she looked at him to see if he was awake, he wasn’t. She dragged him up onto a cot she found and pulled the hood of his cloak down, then nursed his wound. She was 17 now and could care alright for herself. She cleaned the wound and bandaged it. “That’ll have to do.” She made some coffee, just like Kyle had told her how to so long ago. Then she was aware of a noise in one of the rooms. She quickly grabbed Kyle’s sword, even though she didn’t have the slightest Idea of how to use it. She made her way to the back room, and swung the door open. Inside was a German Shepherd dog, that was nearly 3 feet tall. At first it growled and barked at Jenny, then realized she wasn’t a threat, and wagged his tail at her.

“Hey boy.” She said. He licked her hand and then ran into the living room, and sat down beside Kyle. Then licked his face. “He’ll…be okay.” She told the dog. Then she heard the door open.

“Uh-oh.” She grabbed she sword again. Then realized the man wasn’t an enemy. She put the sword down and went in to meet him.

“Who are you?!” He demanded.

“I’m…Kyle’s sister. Please believe me.” She said, pretty sure that this man wouldn’t. But when the German shepherd came in and wagged his tail to her, he gave in and nodded slowly.

“Ok. Why are you here? And I’m Lucas. But you ..can call me Luke.” He asked.

“Kyle saved me..but he got hurt, bad.” She said, her head down. Luke’s eyes filled with worry and he ran into the living room and over to the cot, where Kyle was. He pulled the hood back and realized that Kyle was unconscious.

Luke’s eyes filled with anger. “Why did you do this!?” He said through clenched teeth.

“I, I didn’t!! The men..in weird cloaks! They did!!!” She said, backing away. Then she walked over to Kyle and Luke, and crouched down beside her brother. His head was hot with fever and she ran to get a cloth.

It was a week later, and with some of Luke’s expert care, Kyle was doing better.. by just a little bit. Jenny walked over to her brother and sat down on the floor beside him. He was reading a book, but put it down when she came.

“What’s up?” He asked, turning slightly to see her better, then wincing at the pain.

“It’s time to change your bandage.” She said, with no hint of humor. He took a deep breath and Luke came over. Then he pulled Kyle into a sitting position and slowly started unwrapping the bandage. He got it all the way undone and Jenny got him the clean bandage. And the stuff to clean the wound. His wound still looked awful, so they had to clean it every couple of days. Kyle got the Hydrogen proxide and got ready to dump it in. This was the part that Jenny hated the most. She put her arms around her brother to keep him from lashing out and held him tightly. He struggled and nearly screamed as the proxide was dumped in the wound, cleaning it out and hurting like awful. By the time Kyle was done struggling, Luke already had the bandage on again. Luke pulled Kyle back into his laying position and Kyle stayed there, shaking. Pain shone in his eyes and he was breathing quickly in and out. Luke walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder. Kyle fell asleep quickly.

It had been about a month now and Kyle was up and walking, just a little bit. From time to time, he had severe pain and had to stay in bed for a while, but he was walking a little bit still. He had been watching Luke training Jenny to become a Ranger. Because that’s what Kyle and Luke were…Rangers. They were good- even amazing- with a bow, and Kyle was unique because he fought with a sword also. They wore green cloaks, to help them blend in with their surroundings. Jenny was to be a Ranger now. She needed a hero, so that’s what she became. That’s what Ranger’s were: Heroes.



That was SO SO SO SO SO much fun to write!!! :O ๐Ÿ™‚ XD We watched Spider-man last night, and for some ODD reason, watching super hero movies gives me SOOO SO Much inspiration!!! ๐Ÿ˜€ Sorry if this was like SO SO unrealistic! XD I HAD to! XD ๐Ÿ˜› Hehe!!!! And yes, I did make them Rangers, sort of like in the Ranger’s Apprentice series! ๐Ÿ˜‰ If you haven’t read those books you HAAAAAAVE to!!!!!!!!!! NO JOKE!!! They’re AMAZING!!! AAAA!!!!! ๐Ÿ˜› XD ๐Ÿ™‚ Ooh! Maybe Kyle and Jenny are related to WILL?? XD ๐Ÿ˜› JK!!! He’s the main character in the Ranger’s Apprentice books! ๐Ÿ˜› Haha!!! ๐Ÿ™‚ Gotta go!! ๐Ÿ˜€ EAT A DELICIOUS BREAKFAST!! Yummy!!!! BYYE EVERYBODY!!! ๐Ÿ˜€ So long and goodBYE! XD ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ˜› See ya! ๐Ÿ˜‰ Well, not really but..oh nevermind. XD ๐Ÿ˜›

CWWC! And some more news.

Hey guys! ๐Ÿ˜‰ How’s it going!? Hold on just a second…mom said I needed to feed my fish and then keep going on here…………………………………………………………………….done! ๐Ÿ˜› Oh…that makes me remember anotherย thing I needed to tell you guys. :/ ๐Ÿ˜ฅ Do you remember my fish? Mark? He died a few days ago. ๐Ÿ˜ฆ I don’t know how, he was just floating on the top. I’ve had him for about a year …maybe even two. I’m not terribly sad..but still, he WAS my little fishy!! ๐Ÿ˜› ๐Ÿ˜‰ ANYway, here is some more for CWWC! ๐Ÿ˜‰ I’m going to continue on a story I started a while back! ๐Ÿ˜€ YAAAAAAY!! If you haven’t read the first part, here it is:ย https://cuddlycrittersblog.wordpress.com/2016/05/02/aawc/

Oh, you want to know which one? It’s the one about the dust bowl times. Haven’t read it? Well stop complaining about it! It’s the link right up THERE!!! XD ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ˜› Haha!!! *Sticks tongue out in an un-lady like fashion.* ๐Ÿ˜› Hehe.. I mean…*clears throat* Well…let’s just get on with this…I’m going to go ahead and name it…if I can think of one… :/ ๐Ÿ˜ Hmmm… ๐Ÿ˜€ :O :! AHHAH! No. Ummm…YEAH! No. Ugh. How about, the dust wiped away..? Or the years go by..wait, that was the name of a story I wrote long ago. XD ๐Ÿ˜› Let’s seeeeeee…… AAA!!!! OOF! XD ๐Ÿ˜›

Maybe I should find some music for inspiration..? XD Noooo, come ON, PERSON!!!!! XD Yes, I say that too much now! ๐Ÿ˜›ย  ๐Ÿ™‚


The Dusty Years.

Part two.

It had been a very dusty, windy day that day, and Trent was so tired he felt like he could barely walk inside. He walked into the kitchen and sat down in a chair.

“Hey Trent. What’s up?” Shana asked, putting cloths up in the cracks of the door. Then she giggled to herself, seeing that he was already asleep.

“What did-” Beth started, but Shana put a finger to her lips.

“He’s sleeping!” She whispered. Beth’s mouth formed a silent “ooooh”, and they left the room. Just then their dad entered the kitchen and saw that his 15 year old son was asleep on a chair. He shook his head and walked over, picked his son up in his arms, and brought him to his bed. Trent didn’t even stir.

Trent woke up the next morning, coughing. Then he remembered something. He hadn’t worn his dust mask the day before. Fear welled up in him, and the was interrupted by another cough.

Later that day he started having chest pains. He had to leave the supper table when he couldn’t stop coughing. His mom and dad looked at each other with worried expression, both feeling they knew what had happened. Trent’s dad quickly made his way to Trent’s room.

“Have you been feeling bad lately? How long?” He asked his son, who was now on the bed.

“Just this morning.” He replied. His dad noticed sweat dripping down his face and went to feel his forehead. But he didn’t even have to touch it before his hand got burning hot.

“Here, just lay down. I’ll get your mother. We can bring you to the doctor today.” Trent, not feeling like arguing, just lay down.


They had just gotten back from the doctor, and he had told them, that it was true. Trent had dust pneumonia. He told them that it was very likely Trent would die…and that they needed to be ready for that. Trent came home, and went in bed. His mother went to dad and hugged him for a while. Trent was in bed all day. The house was filled with silence. Beth came in the room later and sat on the bed beside him. She grabbed his hand and squeezed it, then lay down beside him on the bed and pulled his arms around her.

Sam came in later and sat in the chair beside the bed. Trent could tell he’d been crying.

“Sam…I need to ask you a favor. I need you to take care of Mom and Shana for me. You know I might… die..”Trent hesitated, not sure what to say next. Sam bit his lip and looked away.Then he looked back.

“Trent…Please don’t die. Please. I love you..and I need you. But..while you’re sick, I’ll take care of them…and if you do…you know what…then I will. I love you.” Sam said, grabbing his brother’s hand. Then Trent drifted off to sleep, missing what Sam did next, putting his head on the bed and crying himself to sleep. Shana came in later and woke him up, then brought him to his bed.

Trent woke up the next day to his mother and father arguing in the living room.

“You let him get sick! YOU TOLD me that you would keep him safe! Now he’ll die because of you!” Trent’s mother started off, angrily. His father gulped.

“I thought, that he was safe… ” He said.

“It’s YOUR fault. IF you had just ha-” She started yelling, but was interrupted by a small voice.

“No.” Trent said, pulling himself up. “It wasn’t his fault. I didn’t wear my mask, even though dad reminded me to. It was my fault. Don’t blame him, ma.” Then Trent made his way back to his room. That evening, Kira came in Trent’s room while he was eating.

“TREN! TRENT!!!” She yelled, running to the side of his bed. He gave her a surprised look, one of the same he had given her the day before when she brought him a snake. “What now?” He mumbled. Maybe it was an eagle or something.

“WE’RE MOVING!!!! TO TEXAS!” She said. That got his attention. Then he started coughing again. It had recently gotten worse, to where it was hard to breathe. Kira quickly ran out of the room and got Shana. She was crying by the time she got there.

“Shana! Trent is coughing again, really bad too!” She sobbed. Shana hurried in and her mother after her. Sam came over and hugged Kira.


Wow! Will he get better? Gotta go! BYYYE!!!


P.S. the other news is that Gadget hurt his foot. :/








CWWC #5…and another baby animal!!! :)

Hey everyone! ๐Ÿ™‚ What’s up?? ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ™‚ I’ve been doin’ good lately! ๐Ÿ˜€ I have a windburn on my face from bringing mineral to pasture yesterday, but other than that, I’m GRRRRREAT!!! ๐Ÿ™‚ I’m not even sure if this story will be long or short, or sad or happy! ๐Ÿ˜› ๐Ÿ˜€ Soo, just read and see! ๐Ÿ˜‰ I’ll use these prompts:

Now sit back and enjoy.. ๐Ÿ˜€

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She walked down the street, whistling quietly. Hayley was an 19 year old girl. She helped the little girls escape from different places. She had needed a hero, she that’s what she became. Now as she walked down the street, trying to blend in, she took in her surroundings quietly. One house in particular caught her eye, and she stared at the door. Nearly ten locks were on it, and in the door the words “The world’s not safe anymore” were carved. That’s for sure, she thought. And continued hastily walking down the sidewalk again. She looked over at the town mall and saw three little girls off to the side, sitting on some steps. They looked like they were talking, except the one in the middle. She glared at the innocent air with hatred in her eyes. She was obviously in a different world, not aware of her surroundings. A tear ran down her cheek and Hayley walked over cautiously. There was a boy of about 16 that ran down the stairs, kicking the girls out of his way. They landed on the ground and then got up slowly, their rag dresses now wet and muddy. The boy laughed as he walked by and then ran home. Hayley walked to the little girls and helped them get up. Then they went over to the side of the building and she whispered, “Look, I’m your friend!!” to them.

“I want to help you get away! You can just come with me!” They looked at her and then decided to go with her. “What’s your name?” She asked the little girl that had been sitting in the middle.

“Raylee” She said.

“I’m Iris” Said another.

“And I’m Ollie” Said the other.

“Okay, follow me!” Hayley said.

They walked out of town quietly, and made their way to the forest. A boy of about 12 jumped out from behind a bush and ran into the forest, scaring Hayley and the girls. He stopped after a bit though, and walked cautiously over to them.

“Who are you?” Hayley asked.

“My name is Rob.” He replied shyly. “Why are you here?”

“We’re … trying to get somewhere besides the village.. Can you give us directions?” She asked, but was interrupted when Raylee ran out from behind her and jumped into the boy’s arms, giving him a hug. His eyes lit up with joy and he gave her a hug back.

“Raylee!! I’ve been looking for you!! Where have you been?” He asked. She just gave him another hug.

The boy looked at Hayley again. “This is my sister!” He said.

Hayley let them hug a bit more and then she asked her question again. “Can you show us where to go to get that way?” She asked, pointing towards the border. The boy shook his head.

“No one ever comes back if they stray across the border. What lies beyond is unknown.” He said, then grabbed his bucket and headed for the waterfall.

Hayley decided to camp there for the night, so her and the girls slept down by the small pond.

That night Raylee, Rob and her sat together. And Raylee told them about when she had been 3, her parents gave her to the orphanage. Then she said that Rob came over and helped her escape, and that they had lived with each other in these woods. But then when she had seen a sign that said, “Here be faeries.” she had followed it, foolishly, and found herself back in the village. Hayley guessed it had probably been some kids playing around making silly signs to play games with. Then Iris, Raylee, Rob, Haylee and Ollie went to sleep.

By morning, Hayley had decided what she would do. She was going to go…across the border.


Well…that was pretty bad. :/ ๐Ÿ˜ Buuut…..I guess it at least got us a couple points…right? ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜› Well, by being on the post thing, I’m slowing down the process of pictures uploading. Soo, I guess I’d better say my farewells ( ๐Ÿ˜› ) and then goooo..ย  ๐Ÿ˜€ Byyyeee everyone!! ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ˜€

OH, and guess WHAT??!!! My team won 2nd in BIBPC!!! ๐Ÿ™‚ The photography contest!!! WHOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! ๐Ÿ™‚ Our team did so good!! ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ˜€ I’m happy about that!!! ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ˜€ย  And PTPWC ended … Sunday I think!! :O ๐Ÿ™‚ย  Gotta go, bye! WAAAAIIIIIT!!!!!! SCREEECH!!! Ok, AAAAND GUESS WHAT?????????????????????

WE HAVE A LITTLE CALF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Any name suggestions? ๐Ÿ˜€ It’s SOO cute! ๐Ÿ™‚ And it’s a girl! ๐Ÿ˜‰ ๐Ÿ˜› And the puppies EYES ARE OPEN!!! They’re ADORABLE!!! EEEEEK!!! ๐Ÿ™‚ XD ๐Ÿ˜› Bye! FOR GOOD! Well, not for good, but I won’t keep going and…oh yeah. Bye. For now.See ya later. AAGH!!!



She felt lonely, as she sat on the concrete, the cold biting deep into her bones.

She felt sad.

Yet she had what she needed.

She was comfortable where she was at, or at least, she should have been.

How did she end up here? you ask…here’s how:

“MOM!! Why CAN’T I go to the party tonight!!! Beth is coming!” Shouted Josie’s ignorant step-sister.

“Because,” her mom said, “You’re not old enough yet, and your father and I don’t want you to.”

“He’s not my ‘father'” Josie’s step-sister huffed. Then she stomped angrily into her room, and Josie heard a beeping, and decided that she was most likely calling Beth. She sneaked up to the room and put her ear to the door. “No!” She heard a muffled voice. “My MOM said I CAN’T!! Sneak out? Well… Gotta go, dad’s home” Josie clenched her teeth at the last words, knowing that her ‘sister’ was just making up excuses. Josie sneaked quietly to her room and shut the door. She sighed, and lay down on her bed. Tonight would be the night, she thought, tears streaming down her cheeks. She had handled enough of this. She was leaving. She stood up slowly, wiping away some tears. A knock came on the door, and she cautiously said to come in. It cracked open and she saw her brother’s nose. She smiled softly. He opened it the rest of the way and walked into the room.

“I brought you some hot chocolate!” He said enthusiastically, grinning. She smiled sadly at how he could always seem so happy, and relaxed. Little did she know that he was just as sad and mad as her about things going on.

“Thanks” She replied quietly. He looked at her and tilted his head.

“Somethin’ wrong, Jo?” He urged. She opened her mouth, thinking about telling him, then decided not to.

“No, Olen” She said quietly again, biting her lip. He nodded and took a deep breath. Then set the drink on a little table and went out the door, shutting it quietly behind him. Josie grabbed a map and put it on the table. Then grabbed her camera, and special plant and book that her mom had given her for her birthday.

She stared at the map, trying to decide where to go, where she could go to get away. Then grabbed her piggy bank and pulled out all the money. 200 dollars. That should be enough. She put clothes in a back pack and grabbed her favorite stuffed animal. Then opened the door and quietly went out. She looked around and saw that no one was near. Then nodded to herself and tip-toed down the hall. As she neared the stairs, she heard talking..or yelling..in the kitchen, and decided to take the back door. She slipped out into the cold and folded her arms to keep some heat in. Then she walked to the nearest bus station, dragging her feet all the way. She hadn’t left a note or anything, afraid that it would be found by someone other than Olen.

She stepped up to the ticket seller and bought one. Then walked to a bench and sat down, waiting. All the sudden, a car came out of nowhere and something flew out the window. Josie didn’t see what it was, cause it was all just a blur. Then the car screeched away and she looked to her left, trying to see something in the black. Then she saw it. A cat, with green eyes and white feet. It’s chin had black on it, and it looked scared and unsure.

She walked over to it and held out her hand. It walked to her and jumped in her lap. It swung it’s tail around and rubbed gratefully against her chest. The cat/kitten had a beautiful Magenta collar on. As she was admiring it, she heard the bus pull up and walked over.

She handed the man her ticket and he looked suspiciously at the cat, which she had called Match. “Uh, you can’t have animals on the bus miss, sorry!” He said, annoyed.

“But, she won’t be a nuisance, I pro-” she started, not even sure that the cat wouldn’t be bad.

“Um, I said no! Next please!” The man said. The woman behind her pushed her away angrily. Josie walked over to the curb and sat down, cuddling the cat, and crying.

She felt lonely, as she sat on the concrete, the cold biting deep into her bones.

She felt sad.

Yet she had what she needed.

She was comfortable where she was at, or at least, she should have been.

She stroked the furry animal and hummed a tune to it. Then she was in a dream…

She was in a room, that was moving. They were on the water. She looked over to where Match should have been, but instead, it was a wolf. There was a starry sky above her, with planets. And she looked around her, seeing books. There were books on shelves, and on the floor. She sniffed away some tears, and crossed her legs.

Then she woke up to a gentle squeeze to her shoulder and looked up to see a woman, in her 20s, leaning over her. Match was rubbing up against the stranger, as Josie sat up. The woman helped her up and they walked to a blue car. Josie didn’t know if the lady was kid-napping her, or if she was bringing her to her home..or both. She didn’t really care though, and got in.

“My name is Katie Olend” the lady said once Josie had woken up more. Josie looked up as she lady said the name ‘Olend’, because it reminded her of Olen, her 17 year old brother. Josie nodded to the lady. “I’m…Josie.” She replied. The woman ignored that she hadn’t told her last name. They pulled up a driveway, but neither got out. Match purred gently, and Josie stroked her, tears streaming down her face once more at the thought of Olen. She wished she had have stayed. That she had have just told him. She wanted to see him again. He was the best brother ever, even though she just now realized that.

“Josie…where’s your home…can I bring you there?” Katie asked.

“I…yes..I need my brother. Olen.” She replied.

Well God, you were right as always, it’s a good thing I went down that road. Thank you. Katie prayed, smiling.


I sure hope you liked it!!! ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ™‚ I had all the prompts in it, and used… my team Color too!! ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ™‚ Bya for nowa! XD ๐Ÿ˜› ๐Ÿ™‚ Yeah, I know, that was major cheese! XD ๐Ÿ˜› Oh, never mind. ๐Ÿ˜›


Noo! I’m SOoo behind now!! Gotta try harder I suppose! :/ ๐Ÿ˜‰ Here goes!! ๐Ÿ˜€ Here are the prompts I’ll use!! ๐Ÿ˜€ Goodness Gracious! I think I’ll be using NINE prompts for AAWC!!! Whoa! ๐Ÿ˜ฎ ๐Ÿ˜› ๐Ÿ˜ ๐Ÿ˜‰

 : โ€œCome closer,โ€ she whispered. โ€œThe butterflies have all manner of things to show youโ€ฆโ€:


Smile is the AAWC word prompt

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She pulled herself onto the sunny bank, next to the pond. She felt anything but sunny now. Marie was 16, but had no parents or siblings. She pulled her knees up next to her body and thought for a moment. Then decided what to do. Now she had no doubt in her mind that this wasn’t the right decision. This would be the day.

She trudged to the little hunting cabin the the woods and had to smile as she caught the good smell that hung in the air. “aaaahhhh” She sighed. Marie tapped on the door and then waited. Albert opened the door and smiled when he saw it was her.

“Hey, Marie! What are you doing here?” He asked. She shut the door behind her and looked at him grimly. He was a big kid, 18 years old, and knew how to handle the sword. He wore a scabbard on his right hip (he was left-handed) and tall boots. His dark brown hair flopped on his forehead as he looked around. Then his smile disappeared as he saw her frown. He ushered her into the living room and they sat down.

“Hey, Jonny!!” Marie called to the Siberian Husky that waddled toward her. She pet him, and he licked her. Finally she put up her hand. “yeah, yeah, it’s nice to see you too, buddy.” She grinned and he licked her again. Then she turned her gaze back to Albert and clenched her fists in and out, trying to decide how to tell him. She had never told him of this land before, and she had known Albert for nearly 2 1/2 years! She decided the best way was to show him. She took a deep breath.

“Albert…can you come with me somewhere? I have something I…need your help with.” Marie told him, choosing her words carefully.

His face immediately lit up. “Why sure! I thought you were going to ask me on some dangerous mission or some-” She held up her hand to stop him and headed out the door. “She never listens, does she!?” He said angrily to his dog. She wagged her tail. Neither do I. she seemed to say. He scowled.

“Oh…a pond…how … nice!” He said, lifting an eyebrow. Marie rolled her eyes. She knew that this would be the hardest part of it all.

“Get in.” She commanded. Albert looked at her as if she was crazy, cause he thought she was.

“What?! No wa-” But he got no further. Marie pushed him into the water and then jumped in behind. Then she swam down under the small bank and got a breath there. After a bit, Albert joined her. “WHY’D YOU DO THAT!??” He yelled angrily. She put her finger to her mouth and dove under again. It was dark up there, and he didn’t know what else to do, so Albert followed her. She saw the ‘side’ of the bank, and waited until Albert was there, then grabbed his collar and pushed him through. She went after him.


They were both in an actual place now, out of the water. It looked like a cave, but you could tell there was an opening somewhere else. There was a jello seeming substance that looked more like glass, but was really the water. Marie and Albert stood up and were both very dry. Albert looked scared to death, just like Marie had assumed he would be. But he nearly screamed when something else came jumping out of the ‘jello’ and into his arms. It knocked him over and he quickly dropped it, then realized with joy that it was Jonny. “Hey, I thought I told you to stay there.” He mumbled to the dog. Then he hopped up and jogged to catch up with Marie, who was already 10 feet into the cave…or whatever it was.

They got to the end, and Marie stepped out, onto the paved path. About half way down was a sign that said: “here be faeries”


Albert and Jonny looked around cautiously, not even sure where they were.ย  Then they got to Another cave. But at the entrance, was a giant winged creature, who had much of the resemblance to an eagle. Albert loosened his sword in his scabbard and glanced at Jonny. She put her ears back though, and walked right to them, wagging her tail in pleasure. That really confused Albert, and he turned his eyes to Marie. She walked to one of the ‘Ferrymen’ and whispered something to him. Albert gasped in surprise when one of them took off the disguise of a bird, and was actually a human, like himself, only smaller built.

“Hello! My name Arlen” The man said, putting his small hand out to the – what seemed to him – Giant. Albert shook it reluctantly and said, “I’m Albert, Knight of the King.” Arlen recoiled with surprise at that and spat a few incoherent words at him. Marie went over to him and said something in a different language. Albert frowned, he didn’t know she knew another language. Little did he know all that he was about to find out that he had never known before about Marie. He looked toward Arlen and Marie, and a saw a look of understanding sweep over his face. “I am sorry, sir. Lady Talani has told me that you come to help us fight the beast..?” He said. Meanwhile the other ferryman was petting happily on Jonny, for he had never seen such a creature.

“Beast…what beast? And who is this Talani character?” He asked, getting more confused by the moment. Arlen recoiled in anger once more but struggled to keep from showing it.

“That’s LADY Talani, and she is the Queen of Karel!” He said, pointing to Marie. Albert looked at her. She shrugged guiltily.

“Arlen, can we have a moment?” She asked, putting her hand on the smaller man’s shoulder.

“Of course, your majesty.” He said, with a bow. Then glared at Albert as he snorted with laughter.

“Who do they think they ARE calling you ‘Lady Tailni, and majesty.'” He asked when they were out of hearing range. Marie glared at him, wishing she knew a way to show him for sure.

“It’s Lady Talani, and the reason they call me that…is because I AM the Queen of Karel. And all of the Karelans know that. Look, it doesn’t matter necessarily who I am…they need you. And YOU are going to be their hero. You AND I.”

Albert looked at her, seeing nothing there that didn’t look like she was absolutely serious. He slowly nodded, and she smiled, relieved.
“Buut…what do I do for them? I mean…” He trailed off.

Marie held up her hand. “If you haven’t already figured out, Mirrors are passages to fantastic worlds, guarded by creatures called The Ferrymen.”

#writing #prompt:

She indicated the two men hovered by the cave entrance, still petting on Jonny. Marie swiped a stray piece of blond hair out of her eyes, then continued. “There are beasts that come out at exactly 5:32 every single night. We need you to get,” she paused, gesturing to his scabbard and sword, “them for us. There is one that is giant. It’s so tall you can’t see it’s head. It is cunning, it is brave, it is brutal, it is relentless…and it is hunting us. Can you help…please.”


Albert shifted from foot to foot and finally looked up. He nodded slowly. “You have to help me though.” He said to Marie. “And…do I have to call Lady.. Talani?” He asked, still not sure whether to believe that she was really a Queen. She shook her head quickly.

“Just call me Marie still. You can call me ‘Your majesty’ though…or else you might get stabbed with a sword.” She laughed as she said the last part, but Albert however didn’t see it as that funny.

They walked through the cave, looking around slowly. Marie started to hum a tune quietly and bright blue butterflies came flying out of nowhere. One landed on her hand and another on a leaf beside her. “Hi!” She said gently. One landed on Jonny’s nose and he sneezed, scaring it away.

โ€œCome closer,โ€ she whispered. โ€œThe butterflies have all manner of things to show youโ€ฆโ€:

They made it to the end of the cave and into the village. Murmurs swept through the crowd as they saw the Queen with this ‘handsome’ young man, who looked cunning and brave with his shiny sword.

It was now 5:31, and everyone else was in their tents, scared to death. Mothers cuddled their children, and Fathers had come home early from the fields. Albert looked at the moon and decided that it was about time, when a blasting loud snarl came out of nowhere. He looked around and his eye caught sight of a giant huuuuge dragon, chasing a not-so-big, other dragon. They were just a blur, so it was pretty hard to see them. Tonight he would just watch them, but the next night, he would hunt them. The huge monsters all the sudden changed direction all the sudden, heading straight for something hiding behind a tree.


With horror, Albert realized that that ‘something’ was Marie! She ran down a long path and found herself by a bunch of gravestones. .:

She didn’t think the monsters were behind her anymore, so she stopped to inspect some of the graves. Behind one of them, was a box. On it it said, “BAD MEMORIES. DO NOT OPEN” She heard footsteps behind her and turned her head around to see who it was. It was Albert. He ran up to her, breathing hard. He also looked at the box, then opened it slowly.

Writing prompt:

There were a lot of pictures of people inside. On the back it had how old each of them had been. And when they had died. In the bottom of the box, was written: Beware the monsters. For they will surely hunt you down and find you. Never near these beasts, for you cannot make it out alive. It was signed, with a J…and there was a J on the gravestone that they sat by. Marie opened her eyes wide in horror and looked at Albert. He looked back. Marie realized what would happen, and also realized another thing: she needed a hero. So that’s what she would become.


WOOOOOW! I used a LOOOT!! ๐Ÿ™‚ I’m happy I could get them in!! ๐Ÿ˜€

NOTE TO MISTY: if the part where the ferrymen looked like eagles doesn’t count for using my team’s mascot, that’s alright! But I DID sort of use something!

Thanks! ๐Ÿ™‚ I really hope you enjoyed this!!! ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ˜€ I need to do…PTPWC sometime still…and…wow! I guess that’s it! ๐Ÿ˜› Other than another thing of AAWC and CWWC soon! ๐Ÿ˜ ๐Ÿ™‚ XD Phew! ๐Ÿ˜› I’m getting ALMOST (JUST ALMOST) tired of these things. :/ ๐Ÿ™‚ XD Wordcrafters starts in June…sooo, if you haven’t signed up yet, you still can! It’s at the blog ‘A farm Girl’s life’! ๐Ÿ˜‰ Check it out!! ๐Ÿ™‚ Thanks again!

~K.A~ Me