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This blog is a place for me to unravel my writing thoughts and my thoughts on daily life. Normally I will be posting about some of the stories that I have been writing or that are finished. They will be titled accordingly. However I will be also writing about myself and other thoughts and such beside writing. You will see those entries with the title 'Note from the Author' or titled accordingly.
A little about the author:
God has given me the gift and passion of writing. I have always enjoyed writing and continue to enjoy it. I write anything from thrillers, to mystical fiction, to real life fiction, to books about the Lord and study guides.
Hey everyone,
I am busy with my first website called The Battle Cry.
It's basically coming back to Christ as Christians.
I am going to have a page for articles written and I want to know if any of you are interested.
Topics like:
Faith
Compassion
and the such.
Along with book and movie reviews with a biblical look at them
If any of you are interested please email: hannahnut@yahoo.com
Thank you and I hope to hear more topics suggested!
Writing a Novel Dos (Using the Advenutre Novel Curriculum)
You might remember me talking about writing a novel and if not you can scroll down and read it.
Anyhow, novel writing isn't easy! I thought I had the plot and story line, but I didn't. It has changed completely and I would like to share with you about my story.
Name: Caleb Judah Greenberg
Age: 17
What I see my hero doing: Applying for the USA Army and isn't accepted. Goes under cover to rescue his father.
The Story Goal: To rescue his father from the Nazi's
[ So that's a little bit about what the book is]
We then had to write a scene of something horrible that the hero doesn't want to happen, the following is so:
I could feel my heart racing. Again I was punched.
"Don't try my patience boy, how did you get in here?" A German officer asked. I shuttered, feeling blood dripping from my forehead. .
"By the help of God," I replied bitterly. My father was only a few minutes out of reach, but I hadn't been so successful in rescuing him. Before I had entered his room, a man began to walk towards me, not just any man but the German officer. After hours of interagation he discovered that I wasn't a Nazi, but a spy- or so he thought.
"Then maybe this will make you talk" he said evilly. Feeling in utter pain I wondered what other type of physical tourture they would put me through, I didn't care. The next second made my heart drop to my feet, and my face tighten with fury. For there standing beaten before me was my father. A gun was pointed at his head.
"So I am sure you sill talk with your fathers life on the line. Again I ask, how did you get in here; and who are you working for?"
I wanted my father alive- it was my only choice to tell him.
I took a deep breath and told him everything. How I got in and who had sent me. Once I finished I wished I was dead for the mans face looked devilish.
"Well see it wasn't that hard, now was it boy?" I looked away from his glace. He shoved my father towards me. I felt a smile and a sweep of relief come over me.
"Son I am so prou-" a shot was fired and my father started to fall in my arms. He looked at me, gasping for breath, "I love- you" he uttered and then died in my shaking arms. I was confused and hurt, my eyes burned with tears of hate. I helped my father to the ground. "I love you papa" I whispered. Being blinded by anger burning through my body, I barely knew what came over me. No matter how weak my muscles were, I found the strength brought on by rage that it almost frightened me. The German officer laughed at my believable defeat. I leaped over my fathers body and attacked the officer. Suprisingly he wasn't prepared. I knocked his gun out of his hand and with all my strength punched him in the gut. I then knocked him out cold. Then I tied and gaged him. I looked at my fathers dead body, what else was I to do? My life seemed meaningless now. "Lord help me" I prayed.
Obviously Caleb doesn't want to find or see his father die/dead. So I had to write the thing the hero didn't want to have happen.
Tell me what you think and don't worry there will be more to come on this story :)
The sound of horses hoofs, children playing and the town’s people filled the air. Children ran through the streets, laughing and screaming.
A young twenty one year old prince rode through the woods near by the town on his horse Julian. His horse rode like a flash of lighting; he rode her whenever he needed time to himself and when he wanted to get away from the castle. The calmness of the wind was soothing him, and the sound of his horses hoof’s beating the ground calmed his thoughts. His thoughts however, seemed to be heading in all different directions. Where is she? Why did she leave without telling me? He wondered to himself; his thoughts seemed to be brought back to his best friend Maggie. A noble town girl, whom he had fallen in love with when he first met her six years earlier; her black curly hair and sparking mossy green eyes, peered into his mind. He shook the feelings from him. He hadn’t seen her for nearly four years. She had gone off without telling him and for all he knew she was married. Bitterness filled his body and showed through his eyes, he hoped selfishly that she wasn’t. He suddenly realized that his sister was riding towards him; she was beautiful and every young man wished for her hand in marriage. She was tall, and had blue eyes that were bright along with her long wavy blonde hair, which was back in a royal braid, laced with ribbons and beads.
“Nicholas,” She called riding towards him,
“Syleen, why are you here? Aren’t you supposed to be interviewing all the young men that come to the castle door steps asking for your hand?” he said teasingly, pulling back on Julian’s reins to slow her down to walking speed and came up next to his sister. Syleen laughed at his comment.
“If only they would stop, I can hardly stand the way the present themselves. Although there is one young man whom I am found of,” she smiled knowingly towards her brother and he laughed.
“Yes, indeed a very eligible young man; though I must have him do a series of tests to know whether or not he is worthy of your hand.”
“Your highness, your highness!” shouted a rather stout man riding towards the brother and sister. He was holding the reins with one hand and waving a letter in the other hand. Coming up beside the two he handed the prince the letter.
“For you dear prince, I was told that it was very important!” Nicholas grabbed the letter and quickly broke the seal. He dismounted his horse and began to stroll the yard.
‘Dearest Prince Nicholas,
I am sorry it has taken me nearly four years to finally contact you. Leaving without word must have taken a sudden turn on our relationship, but I must tell you that I left not on my own matters, but on the matters of my family. You see the night we had our spat was the same night that I received news that my parents, Lord and Lady Witherthyme had been captured by the dark knights of Dohoiada. I left the night in search of them and I am still unsuccessful. I am now asking that you help me in my time of desperation. There have been rumors in Akillia that King Uzzikiah is planning on bringing war upon your father and our country, along with all the other countries your father is allied with. He has joined together with the Kings of Sammillio, Zellie, and many of the other Western kingdoms. I tell you this so that you may warn your father, but I am also asking for your personal help. When you reach Akillia, go to Midnight Inn and ask for Joash. Please write me soon with your response and send it to the Inn.
Yours truly,
Maggie Libyal.’
Nicholas looked up from the piece of paper and quickly mounted his horse. Syleen eyed him with suspicion.
“Well who is it from?” she asked, he rode towards the castle with his sister keeping pace.
“Maggie,” he shouted back, half of it was with joy and the other half was concern. He didn’t answer anymore of his sisters questions, but just rode as fast as Julian would carry him. Upon reaching the palace he had a servant take his horse to the stables and rushed inside the house. Within minutes he was in his courtiers and sitting at his desk. His hand was quickly at work composing a letter for Maggie. Once he had finished his reply, he sealed the letter with the royal seal, grabbed a few things and quickly dashed down the stairs and went to look for his father.
The sky was filled with the crackling of thunder and the bright beams of lights flickering throughout the mysterious evening sky. Rain drops fell from the heavens in a rapid speed and they did not seem to want to cease their pace.
Safe and warm was a young maiden by the name of Maggie Libyal, she was tall and somewhat slender, her long black curls were pinned up in a bun and her mossy green eyes completed her complexion. She sat at a table in the town’s tavern. Many people may have stopped and gazed upon the sight of her sitting alone in a tavern. Completely sober and deep in thought. But no one did. A tiny black ink bottle sat on the table, along with many scattered papers and a pen that seemed to have been grasped with such fierce fingers. Now her elbows were propped up on the table and her face was tired from looking at the sheets she had been composing.
“Ah lassie, ye have been splotching ink on me waxed table again,” an older man said, in a gruff, yet kind voice. His grayish blue eyes twinkled as Maggie looked at him and gave a faint smile.
“I’ll wax them for you if you’d like me to Ziro,” she offered, he laughed and shook his head
“Nah lassie, I’ll get one of me workers to do it,” he sat himself across from her and began to gaze upon the papers she had scattered about the table.
“What is ye writing, lassie?” he asked, Maggie frowned and then began to gather them into a pile.
“Nothing of great importance, just some documents that Joash needed me to re-write for him, he is always jotting things down so fast that he has such a hard time putting them into document form” she stopped talking when she saw her brother Joash burst into the tavern, his long brown hair was drenched withthe rain. His hazel eyes were stuck with fear and hurt. Maggie was confused. Her brother, though he be a scholar, was a brave man who seemed to never show fear.
“Joash?” she said slowly, Ziro eyed her brother and knew that something was terribly wrong.
“Maggie, mum and dad have been…” he paused for a moment and chocked on his spit, “Captured by the dark knights of Dohoiada”
Tales from Jenirrania: The Price of Love- written by Hannah N. Becca, and Rachel.
I might as well share with you a little information on this book. First and foremost it is a story that Myself (Hannah) and two of my friends are writing. We have each taken certain parts of the story and are working them to the outline. Because we already completed the book, but as we went over it we discovered that our book needed much work done to it. So here is the first chapter (more like the first draft of the chapter) of one of the three books in the series.
Enjoy and please give me feedback!
Chapter One
The golden sun was shinning brightly over a glittering dirt path. Grass was over grown and edged the side of the path leading from a mansion to the rest of the world. Daisies, poppies, lilacs and many other wild flowers popped their little stem bodies out of the lushes earth; bringing more color to the plan grass. Pressed up against a cobbled stone wall covered almost entirely with ivy and intertwined with small roses, was a young woman, Myra De’Colsair.
A basket lay in front of the young woman, with almost every wild flower imaginable filling it. Her black shoes lay far from her, for she wanted her feet bare so she could feel the unruffled ground and morning dew grass run in-between her toes. An enchanting smile was upon her calm face; she held a forget-me-not near her nose and inhaled the lovely aroma the flower possessed. Her dark green eyes gazed around the field of her mansion and peered upon nightingale perched on a branch of one of the many apple trees aligning the wall. The apples upon the tree looked splendid, and indeed they should, for they were ripe and ready for picking; the blossoming red color made anyone starve with hunger at the sight of them. Myra stood to her feet; her light green dress met at her ankles; over the upper part of the dress was a vest, which was a darker shade of green. She reached for her sun hat, which was lying beside her basket and placed it on her head. Her blonde hair was up in a loose bun; strains of hair had fallen and blew gently in the spring breeze. She jumped as high as she possibly could to grab the delicious apple, but it was too high up for her to reach. She tried again and wasn’t successful. Suddenly she felt a tug at her waist; she looked down a saw two arms of a man wrapped tightly around her. She turned to her left, but he also turned as she did, so she turned to her right but again he turned the other way. Slightly irritated and frightened she swept around once more but wasn’t able to see who had embraced her. As suddenly as he had grabbed her, he began to tickle her stomach. She laughed out loudly and began to squirm in his arms. She pounded her fists upon his arms, but he would let his grasp loosen.
“Oh please stop!” She cried out, tears were streaming down her face from her laughter.
“No,” she heard the man say, pleasingly, “You must guess who it is before I let my prey go,” he insisted.
“Sean!” Myra shouted, he let go and she turned to embrace him. She gazed up into his mossy greenish blue eyes and smiled brightly, he smiled back at her. His dirty blonde hair was blowing in the wind. He stood tall at 6’3 and had the build of a warrior. He looked up at the apple Myra had been trying to grasp,
“Did you want that apple?” he questioned, she nodded. Breaking the embrace, Sean walked steadily over to the apple tree and began to climb into it. Myra watched as he climbed onto the steady branch and reach out for the apple, without a seconds delay he plucked two apples.
“Here you are” he carefully held onto the branch above with one hand and leaned down towards Myra giving her the two apples in the other hand. Myra reached up and successfully retrieved the two apples. Within a minute Sean was out of the tree and sat next to Myra, whom was sitting in the shade of another apple tree next to the stone wall. Myra handed him an apple and they both ate them peacefully. As soon as they had only the core of the apple left they threw them as far as they could and let out a sigh of satisfaction. Myra took a hold of Sean’s rather large hand and looked at him seriously.
“Why did you come here today, Sean?” Myra asked, Sean turned his head away and sighed heavily. “Well?” Myra asked again. He turned back at her, his face was filled sorrow and his smile had faded into a frown. He placed his hand on Myra’s face and held her hand.
“The king has declared war against Do’om, and I have enlisted to be apart of the Royal Army. I leave tomorrow,” Myra gasped and felt a tear trickle down her cheek. Sean quickly wiped it away.
“Don’t cry Myra, please don’t. I couldn’t bear leaving you like this,” Sean pulled her close to him and held her as she wept. She looked up at him and controlled her tears.
“You’ll write me almost every week while you’re gone so that I will know that you are safe.” Myra said, he smiled lightly,
“I will write you as much as I possibly can” Sean said.
God has blessed me in so many ways, and I would love to share with you one of the biggest ways He has blessed me. This year my family and I ventured out to Zumbro Falls, Minnesota yet once again to work at a beautiful camp called 'Camp Victory.' I can remember the trip being long and somewhat tired-some. When we finally reached the road leading to the camp, I could feel my heart racing. I was finally here! As soon as we parked we were greeted by some of our camp buddies from last year. I had dearly missed them all. Even though we had gotten to camp at the end of it's first week, that didn't stop me from hanging out with the campers. I was so excited to see my Kids Kamp campers from last year. They all hugged me and shouted my nickname "SKITTLES!" It nearly brings tears to my eyes now, I dearly miss many of the wonderful people in Minnesota.
I was very fortunate to become a Jr. Overnight Counselor one of the weeks with my two dear friends Smiley (Kelly) and Berry (Holly). It was a wonderful experience and I have kept in touch with a few of my campers. I can remember on the last evening of that week, we sat around in a circle on the floor in the cabin. We were all telling stories and eating junk food. Ally (one of the campers) told me this because I was laughing so hard at all the funny moments we had all had. "One time I forgot to breathe and they had to take me to the hospital" well a comment like that made me laugh even harder. I don't know if it was the sugar or the lack of sleep but I was giggling up a storm. Later that evening the two girl cabins joined together and shared our food and soda with each other. We also painted each others nails and had a good time. Finally it was time for us to go back to the cabin and get to bed!
Another great moment from that week is that the majority of the cabin accepted Christ! We were all rejoicing and instead of playing the night game, all the girls wanted to do was dance around in the field and sing praises to Jesus! Isn't that just amazing! I almost want to cry again with joy thinking about the wonderful memory!
I met so many kids, and even though I didn't know it at times made an impact on other lives! It is so amazing to see how God can use you!
I also met some of the neatest people. The Camp Victory Staff! There were many adventures had with them. But the closet friends I had that were always there for me was Ethan, Holly and Amy. I am truly blessed with them! Even though we all live in different states we still keep in touch!
I can still recall last summer. I was working at a camp called Camp Victory in Zumbro Falls, Minnesota. I remember coming down from the cabins, ready for a day of work. That day was the day of the Zumbro Fall Canoe Race. There were going to be festive activities and band performances. I walked into the Dining hall and met the Bass player of Bread of Stone, Tim Barns. We talked for a little while and I figured out that he was home schooled just like me! About fifteen minutes later I was asked to help them with there merchandise booth. In doing so, I had the pleasure in meeting Bill Kristijanto. He showed me and another girl (Kara) how to set up the booth. We had a lot of fun. Soon we were finished and it was almost time for the festival, if you want to call it that, to begin. I did many jobs and when I was supervising a game called Gopher Ball I met the drummer Jeremi Hough. He asked me how the game was played and I explained it to him (it is kinda like soccer, only you're in holes in the ground (the holes are garbage can)) I talked with him a little while longer. I told him that my family and I traveled from Texas to Minnesota to work at the camp. Somehow we began to talk about food and other related subjects. He later told me that he needed to get ready for Bread of Stone's performance. Once I had finished all my shifts I went and sat down to listen to Bread of Stone play. I remember hearing the song 'I want' play and I started singing it, even though I didn't know it. I caught onto it really fast.
Throughout the High school week, I got to spend even more time with them and getting to know them better. One of my favorite stories to tell people is the day that I went Canoeing with the guys. Oh how I laugh every time I think of that day. I am going to take the story out of my journal, so here it is.
July 2nd, 2008
I want to start out this entry with a little update on this week at camp. This week was High school/collage week, which means that I got to be a camper!!! I also got to meet the band members of this really awesome band that was doing worship this week. They’re called Bread of Stone. Ben is the lead singer; Bill (Ben’s older brother) plays the guitar and is also back up vocals. Tim plays the bass and is also back up vocals; and last but certainly not lest there is Jeremi who does a pretty amazing job at playing the drums. So anyhow, yesterday, Kara invited Tim and me to go canoeing with her group. We told her that would be a lot of fun. We both however had some stuff to do before we could go. Once I finished my chores (cleaning dishes,) I started walking towards the cabins. I saw Tim walking up the hill too, so I decided to join him. Now I need to switch over really quick to the other side of the story (Bill’s) before we got up there. The girl cabin (Kara’s) was walking down the hill about the same time as Bill, Ben and Jeremi were walking up the hill. Kara told Bill to tell Tim and me that they weren’t going to go canoeing. Bill said that he would and as soon as the girls were down the hill, Bill turned to his brother. (I think he might have had a smile on his face)
“We won’t tell them.” He said A few minutes later Tim and I were talking up the hill (now back to the original spot) and saw the other band members standing outside their cabin.
“Hey Tim,” Bill shouted, “Kara wanted me to tell you that they’re waiting for you down at the canoe lunch.” Tim and I smiled; glad to hear that the canoeing trip hadn’t started. Tim turned to me and told me to go get my swim suite on and wait for him outside. Well long story short, I got dressed and met him outside of his cabin. We started to walk down the long path, when Ben suggested that we go take the short cut. We did and as soon as we were out of sight, the band members and Nate (a friend of mine) started to fill up water balloons and ran towards the woods and the end of the hill by the path. Once we had gotten to the bottom of the hill we started on the path. We heard a rustling noise in the bushes and trees, but ignored them. A second time we heard them and this time Tim called out,
“Whoever is in there, come out!” We saw Jeremi, sitting there in the woods smiling. We said hi and a second later, water balloons were flying at us. We ran and laughed. As soon as all the water balloons were gone we stopped and looked hind us. There was Ben, holding a video camera!!! Well because the girls weren’t going canoeing, I went canoeing with the guys!
From there on out we became really good friends! When my family and I were back home, I remembered that while at camp I had checked their website and noticed that they were going to be somewhere in Texas. I checked again and realized that they were going to be only 20 minutes away from where we lived. I counted down the days until the concert. And aren’t you just very lucky, for I have yet another journal entry.
August 13th 2008
Today was utterly amazing and I am not just saying that; God has blessed me with one of the best days in my life! And I am always amazed at what He can do! Today I went to go see Bread of Stone in concert, which I couldn’t wait to go and see them!!! The concert was totally amazing, and I am not lying, they rocked for Jesus! After the concert, I helped Tim take down the Bread of Stone Booth. That was interesting. He is so awesome and a really good friend. There is a funny story to that though that I want to share it. Tim asked me to put the key to the cash box away. I asked him where and he told me to just stick it in the box. So I did just that. I unlocked the box and stuck the key inside.
A few minutes later he was putting the cash box away and turned to me, he looked concerned.
“Hannah, where did you put the key?”
“I put it in the box just like you asked. And don’t worry it’s not locked.” I said smartly, He looked at me and shook his head.
“I told you to stick it in the key hole,”
“No you didn’t! You just told me to stick it in the cash box.”
We continued to take down the booth and it was pretty funny. He asked me to roll up the banner with the tube and I didn’t use the tube as a guide. Well he decided to show me what he meant. Then it was time to pack up and leave.
Tim asked me if I wanted to ride in the bus with them and I did! It was really awesome! We talked about ourselves and hid Tim’s phone for half of the ride. Finally he asked where it was and Jeremi (who took it in the first place) replied,
“If it was a snake it would have bit you in the butt by now” and there it was lying on the couch. Jeremi had handed me the phone while Tim was in the backroom looking to it. I placed it in the spot where he had been sitting and he didn’t even notice it was there!
Soon we pulled into the hotel parking lot and they checked themselves in. After that, we piled into the two cars (ours and another) and left for Chili’s to eat dinner. I enjoyed seeing them again and gave them all hugs when it was time to say good-bye.
I know that I can say when they are big and famous, that I know them personally and that they are my friends.
They’re an amazing group of Christian guys and I am totally glad and that God has blessed them and brought them into my life.
“With these hands I lift you high,
I want to live my life to make you known,” Those are my favorite lines from the lyrics Not My Own. All songs are written by them except for four.
Just this month I had the most amazing day of my life. I got to go see them in concert with the Newsboys!! Had wonderful is that! They opened for the show and two other bands played; Vota, and DecembeRadio.
So here are yet the last two journal entries from my journal…
March 4, 2009
I am super excited! Tomorrow I am going to see Bread of Stone and the Newsboys in concert!! It’ll be my family (minus Seth, (my little bro)), James, Leland and Alicia and Janie. I am very happy! This is for Janie’s birthday present from me. She was really excited when she I told her; it’s funny cause she actually didn’t believe me at first. But that most amazing part of my night was when Bill called, I answered the phone,
“Hey this is Hannah, can I ask who is calling?” I smiled,
“Well only the most awesome band and your favorite band. Well I don’t know if we’re you favorite but…”
“Bill!” I exclaimed, joyful to hear that it was him calling, “You’ll are my favorite band. So how is it going?”
“Pretty good; I noticed that your mom tried calling me, so I am returning her call. I have been sick lately, so that is why I am now returning her call” He told me, I was beaming. I hadn’t heard from him in a very long time.
“Sorry to hear that you’ve been sick, well we wanted to call and let you know that we’re gonna come and see ya tomorrow in concert.”
“Sound great!” Bill said, sounding pretty excited as well.
“Hang on, let me let you talk to my mom,” I handed the phone to mom. She told me that Bill would try and get us back stage passes!!!! I am suuuuuuuuper excited!!!
As you can tell from that entry I was pretty thrilled to see them again! We even took a five hour drive JUST to go to the concert, and go to another state to add to it. See I live in Texas to we drove all the way to Arkansas!!! Crazy right! I know!
March 8, 2009
I cannot believe how amazing the concert was on Thursday. I might as well tell you the whole story, because it was an amazing day.
Alicia, Leland and James spent the night over at our house the night before the concert. We got up Thursday morning and made homemade bread and cookies. You see this wasn’t just ‘any’ concert; no we were going to see our friends from Bread of Stone. At ten thirty we all piled into our green minivan and drove to a near by shopping center to pick up Janie and drop off Seth with her mom so he could play with Janie’s little brother.
Now we started on out way to Arkansas, did I mention that we were going to another state to see our friends in concert! It really was only a five hour drive. One the way there we watched movies, talked and listened to music and a bunch of other things. We stopped around two o’clock to each lunch at Wendy’s and fill up the car with gas. About one-two hours later we made it to Arkansas and stopped to ask for directions to the church that the concert was at. We got there early and when we got out of the car we stood around for a while. Suddenly we saw Ben approaching us. I smiled and we did the whole dramatic run and then got to a hug. We talked for a few minutes and I introduced him to all my friends. He talked to mom for while and then introduced us to the new drummer (you see Jeremi left to go be a guitar player for another band)) so anyhow the new drummer’s name is Chris and he’s a pretty neat guy! He then left to go help set up the finishing touches of the stage. We got in line and hung out for a while and I saw Tim.
“Hey Tim!!” I yelled as he pasted by, he turned around and smiled
“Hey Hannah!!” I got up and gave him a hug, “Well you’ve probably got to go get ready so I’ll let you go,” Tim said see ya later and then walked off. About fifteen minutes later we saw Bill and talked to him for a while. He told us that he was going to go and work out our backstage passes. So then he walked off and we waited in line for a long while until Bill came back out again and told us to follow him. We had gotten back stage passes and so we went to their room and hung out with them until the concert started. Tim and I talked a while on him paying his sister’s money to do his hair. I laughed. Then they all left to go and get ready for the concert to start, because they were opening the concert. So we all went down and then they went to the stage and we went to our sets. The concert was amazing and afterward we stayed and helped take down the stage. I do dislike partings. We said our good-bye’s and gave everyone hugs. Then it was time to go home. We didn’t get home until six in the morning and only got two hours of REAL sleep before we had to get up at 8 for co-op. All I can say is that it was amazing.
the picture above was taken by Hannah N.
They are really an amazing group of guys and I encourage y’all to go to their website (www.breadofstone.com) Listen to their songs and tell me what you think.
Once there lived a little girl who wished she would live happily ever after...
It was a dark a stormy night, the young man stood in the door way drench from the pouring rain.
Okay so maybe not every story starts like that one. Maybe it's a little more creative! So the title of the entry is Writing a novel. I am not telling you how to write one, but I am telling you that I am writing one! Neat huh!?
At my co-op we have a class called 'One Year Adventure Novel' so basically we are using this awesome curriculum to write our very own adventure novel in one year! It's pretty basic right now. So I am going to share with you what I am writing about.
The story is based on a young 17 year old boy Edmund Greenberg, whom is living in Tennessee in 1892. His parents tragically die in a fire and he is sent to live with his uncle, aunt and four cousins in England. He becomes fascinated with his uncle's profession: Detective work. He decides that he wants to be an apprentice for his uncle.
So that's pretty much the basics. We also have to decide on how the hero (main character) can suffer. Well, that's the hard part because you have to think about the story plot in order to figure that out.
I also had to exercises for certain writing technique's. So the following are some of my many exercises:
1- Write a sense in which you character is beginning a normal day and it goes terribly wrong: I woke up, my body aching from the night before, the sickness had gotten worse. But I wasn't going to let that stop me from getting some of Ma's delicious scrambled eggs. I quickly dressed and walked tiredly down the ladder leading to the loft. The smell of eggs, potatoes, and grilled vegetables filled my nostrils. "Morning Ed" Mad said, leaning away from the stove and kissed my forehead. "Morning Ma" I replied. I helped her get breakfast ready by setting the table. Pa walked through the door and quickly warmed himself by the fire. He had picked up on my chores since I had gotten sick. Suddenly all calmness was destroyed by a huge BOOM bursting violently in my ears. Ma and Par turned with me to see Ma's breakfast engulfed by flames. I ran for the water bucket as Pa instructed. "Trow it on the flames!" Pa yelled. I did as I was told without a second thought. Once I had dumped the water the flames were extinguished. Smoke filled the room. How could the morning go so wrong?
2- Describe a terrible thing your hero doesn't want to happen:
My eyes burned with tears of anger. I blinked them away. Marianna had come to me, seeking my help and I failed to give her the help she needed. And now I was standing with my back up against a cold dark wall in the ally. All I could think about is how she walked away. She hadn't come to visit, hadn't written, nothing; and why? I knew the answer now. Because she was kidnapped! What was I to do now? I felt like a fool, a man with no strength. "Oh Lord, help me" I prayed. Had this been what Marianna was trying to tell me all along?
So those are just a couple of the ones that I have worked on. And let me tell you, there not that easy. But in the end I am sure they'll pay off!
I cannot wait to post some of my first writings.
The first star peaked out from behind the cloudy dark sky. A maiden elf walked through the dark mysterious forest of Mala. Her hair was dark brown with curls and her eyes were purple. She walked as if on a mission. Her long blue dress flew in the wind and walked with passion and holding her head high. Even though the leaves were on the floor of the earth and crisp, not a single one crackled underneath her feet.
At last she reached an opening with the trees parting to the sky. She looked up into the dark sky and now dozen of stars showed themselves and the clouds were misted around them. She lifted her head and opened her mouth, her red lips beautifully moving. She sang a song, and old elfish song that goes like this.
The stars in the sky are brightly shining,
The fish in the stream swim with glee,
The mountains have goats that run and baa,
This is the song of life,
The children laugh as they run and play,
The mothers sing the cleaning tunes,
The fathers sing their song ding dong ding dong as they hammer metal,
And families dance around in circles,
This is the song of life,
Look, look up in the sky,
Look, look at the stars so bright,
Dance around and sing with joy,
Be thankful for your song of life.
She sang in a high voice, but sweet and soothing. If you had been there you might have sat in daze with her voice. She then sat on the ground, spread out her gown and placed her clasped hands on her lap and then looked straight forward and opened her mouth again.
Sleep, Sleep, sleep again young child,
Rest your little head,
And dream of places far away,
Sleep, sleep, sleep again sweet child,
Cover yourself with woolen blankets,
And close your weary eyes,
Sleep, sleep, sleep again my child,
Let your mind go to ease,
And open another world,
And sleep.
She smiled as she saw a young Elvin child come and rested her head by the Maiden Elf’s warm body. This child was none other then her own. Her dear sweet daughter, she stroked her daughters blond curls and looked up towards the sky yet again.
“Dear daughter?” the Maiden Elf spoke with a voice of honey,
“Yes mommy?” the daughter said tiredly, eyes beaming into her mothers.
“Would you like to hear a song that I wrote specially for you?” her daughter nodded her head with delight.
A child of beauty,
With rosy cheeks,
And soft blond curls,
You are my daughter,
And this is your song of love,
Dance whenever you’re sad,
Sing always,
Laugh as if you were crying,
Laugh with joy deep inside your heart,
Never lose your beautiful red smile,
Child of beauty,
You are my daughter,
I love you with all my heart,
You are cherished,
Daughter of beauty.
The daughter looked up at her mother, the Maiden Elf and smiled. The smile was so beautiful that the mother couldn’t help but smiling as well. She stood and took her daughters hand. They walked away and left the dark night as if they were never there.
The songs that the Maiden Elf had sung were songs that had been passed down for generations to all elves. The last one was a song composed by the Maiden Elf.
Sing and laugh and never lose your smile.
"Never will I leave you;
never will I forsake you."- Hebrews 13:5
It was dark, oh so ever dark. There seemed to be nothing but complete blackness. I was suffocating. It felt as if the blackness was going to swallow me, I felt it creeping up my neck, slowly. I couldn’t move. What was I to do?
“God!” I screamed out in desperation, gasping for air. I felt hot tears dropping onto my cold face.
“God, where are you? Why have you hid your face from me?” I cried out sobbing, my voice hoarse and dry, I gasped for more air to enter my weak lungs. I felt the darkness on my chin. I became even more frightened. I struggled to free myself, but couldn’t. I began to sob even harder, in frustration.
“God! Oh Father God, why have I left you? Please don’t turn away” I said quietly, there wasn’t enough strength in my body to cry, so my eyes became swollen shut. I could feel the darkness crawling up my lower lip, lurking its way to my destruction.
“God,” I gasped, using all my energy and strength to fight off the darkness for a few more moments.
“I am so sorry for leaving you, turning my back on you; please forgive me,” I paused and sobbed, “please.” I gasped for one last fill of air before the darkness covered my lips and slowly made its way towards my node. What would happen then? I knew what would happen. I would die. I couldn’t give up hope on God, not again. I began to pray in my head.
“God, I know you can and are willing to save. I remember reading it in the bible. Please save me, I am not giving up hope or faith in you.” I waited; the darkness was nearly covering my nose. Oh how my lungs ached for the freshness of air.
“God, save me!” those seemed to be my last thoughts. I couldn’t give up hope on God. I remember reading that God has a time for everything. Was I meant to die now? I could feel my body starting to slowly shut down. But I couldn’t give up faith. Another moment and I was on the floor. Passed out.
“Chystabella?” I heard a voice far off in the distance; I could feel my chest moving up and down. I was lying on a bed, I felt pillow under my head. My body ached, was it from the fall in the darkness?
“Chystabella?” I heard the voice again. I could feel my eye lids begin to open; the bright light nearly blinded me. Seconds later I was looking at a woman sitting in a chair next to my bed.
“Mom,” I spoke, slightly confused.
“Oh thank God!!!!” She exclaimed tears falling from her blue eye onto her pale cheeks.
“Joe come quickly.” A second later I saw my dad walk over to my bed and praise God.
“Chysta!” He cried as he hugged mom I laid there, still confused.
“What happened? Where am I?” I asked, my throat and lips were dry. Both my parents looked at me.
“You’re in the hospital” mom started, “you were in a car accident. You car was hit by a semi and flipped. You were found squished in-between the steering wheel and the back seat. That was three days ago” she said. I couldn’t believe it! But it did make sense now, which would now explain the major pain my body was in.
Another day in my life, but today is speical in it's way. One because it's from God and two because I am blessed to be alive. Are you?
Hey everyone,
Yeah I know I haven't been on here in forever! Or truly posted anything about my life.
First of all I am blessed to be alive and cannot stress that wonderful fact enough! Secondly I have been on a new road in life, seeing as that I am now in highschool and I am studying for College stuff. Yeah I know crazy stuff, but God has been blessing me through out it and even when the school work piles up I can depend that God will give me the strength to finish it.
But I am wanting to know how you all are?! I haven't talk to any of you in such a long time and hope that everything is going well in your life. How is life with family, friends and most importantly, how is your life with Jesus Christ? How's school life? I can't believe it's already been two months for me in school! It's pretty crazy!
Are there any people that have stories they want to share with me, if it be something your writing or something that is going on in your life that is an amazing life story!
Well I've gotta go and finish some stuff; but I pray that the Lord Jesus Christ will continue to bless you and guide you in your daily walk with him!
-Romans 10:17
Consequently, faith comes from hearing the message, and the message is heard through the word of Christ.
Hello everyone,
Well I am back from a wonderful summer of working at a camp in Minnesota. It was wonderful and I enjoyed it very much. Many songs and few stories were written while I was there.
I had some pretty amazing campers and enjoyed working with them. My whole family went and we all had a Godly life-changing time there.
My goal this summer was to shine the light and love of Jesus to those kids; I also had the honor of being apart of many children's choice to accept Jesus into their hearts. I cried every time a child asked Jesus into their heart.
Going back to shining Jesus' light to the kids, we had a lesson talking about being Christians sharing the Good News.
I can say that God has not only shown my talents and passions can be used, but He USED them!
I went to go see the very first showing of Prince Caspian this morning with my family and a bunch of friends.. We decided that since we were Narnia fans that we would dress up like the Narnian characters! That was a lot of fun!!! I dressed up as Susan, but I ended up looking like a Dryaid.. My friend (Ashley) dressed up like Lucy and my brothers dressed up like Prince Caspian and Peter... Some of my other friends dressed up and some didn't.. We were the only one though...
Greetings Everyone,
The days quickly pass by. We think we have time, but we really don't. Every minute of our lives is special. Every minute is a Blessing from God.-Quote of the day (Hannah/Lovelyrose)
Do you ever think about your freedom? Did you ever imagine that it is being slowly taken away? No. We in America take our freedom for GRANTED! That's right, we live our lives daily never even thinking that we might be slaved the next. We go on living thinking that the next day is going to be the same, but how can we be sure.
"Get on your knees and disown your God. The God of the Jews and Christians. DISOWN HIM!" Shouts a dictator, or terrorist me be the ones shouting those words at you. A gun pointed at your head. You have two choices:
1. You listen to them and disown God
or
2. You say "I can never disown my God," and the bullet is shot into you head and you die.
It is frightening to think about, but it is the blunt out truth.
Yesterday a few friends and I went to the movies to watch the most eye-opening movie I have ever seen in my life. The name Expelled. By Ben Stein. (http://www.expelledthemovie.com/)
I couldn't believe that even through science we are not allow to even mention a Creator. And slowly but surely we as believers are having are freedoms taken away.
I will be writing more on this topic soon..
To be continued....Or not...
As of right now, I am working on all of the stories that I am currently writing. It had been a lot of work and sometimes my brain goes dead on what to write in the story. Sometimes I go too fast in the story, just so that I can get to what I want to write. Doing that makes me go back to the beginning of the story and edit it as well as work on the length, so that it doesn't 'sound' rushed. In my opinion, being a writer can be fun, but it is also hard work and time consuming. I encourage everyone to write, even if you think your not 'good' at it, it will help you in more then just writing; but also spelling and grammar!
The first story that I ever wrote and completed was a story called 'The Prince and the Well'. It was actually an assignment that my mom had given me and my brothers to do. We had to write at least two pages. I found myself captivated by the whole idea of writing. I started writing and the whole story came to life! After that I decided that writing was fun and that I wanted to do it more often.
The stories that I have completed are:
1. The Prince and the Well
2. The Ticket
3. Thank you Jesus for the Bubbles (A children's story)
4. The African Savannah
My favorite author(s) whom inspired me to write was/were:
1. Ted DekKer
2. C.S Lewis
3. Melody Carlson
I have been writing now for almost four years. As you have probably read, I have all sorts of writings. Ranging from Thrillers, to fairy tales, to everyday life. I want to get a feel for all! I enjoy writing for children and also for the teens and young adults.
One of the most interesting and hardest stories to write in my opinion is Historical Fiction. One because we have to study about that person and two because we weren't there to see what happened, so it can be kind of hard to write about their life. But when you write Historical Fiction that has a fictional character as the main person of the story and then Historical facts in the story such as who lived during the time is easier.
Tell me what you think! I'd love to hear not only from authors but readers too!
I will let you know that my writings are different then some peoples. I started writing stories when I was ten years old and began to love it dearly. I have been writing since then. About anything, sometimes the things are based off of real life situations.
Since then I have written more the just stories, but speeches and lyrics as well. I have been asked by some people to write them stories and I have done so.
I am currently writing many things, which is not a good habit to get into, but it's also a hard one to break.
I am almost done with my first novel! Myself and a few friends are writing it and it is close to the end. It is based off of Jesus' life here on earth. Only it is like Narnia in a way, because these teens travel to a world called Terraronia, these teens receive special powers and are called the 12 Followers.
I wish I could tell you more, but I am afraid you are going to have to wait until it is finished..
Shalom,
My name is Hannah. I am a fifteen year old girl saved by the grace of God! I am living to give all the glory and honor to my Jesus. I love the Lord with all my heart and I strive to be with Him. I am an only girl and I have three awesome (though sometimes crazy) brothers, an amazing momma and our dog Wezzy. I am a writer of music, poems, stories and lyrics. I enjoy singing, writing, playing piano, reading, studying Gods word, drawing/sketching and dance. I have written three songs on the piano and I long to have them down on paper soon. I love to be in the Word and spending time with God. Yahweh is my hero, my savior, my King and my love! If you are ever in need of prayer, Id love to pray for you! I am currently pursuing my career in counseling 5-15yr olds with broken families, or that just need someone to be there for them! "The most important one," answered Jesus, "is this: 'Hear, O Israel, the Lord our God, the Lord is one. Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength. 'The second is this: 'Love your neighbor as yourself. 'There is no commandment greater than these." Basically Love God; Love Others! So I guess this is a somewhat brief description of who I am. If you read Greetings you will find out more of what this blog is about!
May the Lord protect and defend you! In Christ, Hannah.
