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Jul. 22, 2008 - Name problem
Posted in My Stories

Hello Sorry it has taken me so long to post!
I am having a problem w/ the name of one of my characters, it seems that Margaret is too close to my name, Margo. so here is the list of names that I have and if you would be so kind as to leave a comment saying which name you think fits Margaret Campbell's personality the best, that would be loverly!

here is the alphibetical list!

Abigail
Alexandera
Alice (James' sister)
Ann
Anne
Arabella
Anya
Casey
Catherine (James' mom)
Charlotte
Delpine
Elise
Eliza (a mean girl you never meet)
Elizabeth ( middle name)
Ellen
EMily
Emma (middle name)
Harriet
Issabella(James' sister)
Jane (William's mom)
June
Kate
Katherine
Laura
Lauralie
Leah
Lucy
Marian
Marianna
Margaret
Martha
Mary
Nelly
Olyvia
Olyvianna
Patricia
Rebecca
Sarah
Susan
Tilly
Viola
Williamina

if you have any other names that sound like they are from the civil war would be greatly appreiciated!!!!!!!!!
thanks!

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Jun. 17, 2008 - 100 comments!

okay I know this does not pertain to my story in any way but,

I HAVE RECIVED MY 100TH COMMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I would like to thank everyone who has ever commented on this blog, and ....I think that is it, hey if you leave the 125, 150, or 200 comment I will let you know.

ttys

MM1

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Jun. 11, 2008 - "A Yank in the Confederate Army" chapter 1 part A
Posted in My Stories

All right here is the first part if my first chapter! I revised the divisions I had originally made and added the parts I had already posted to this! So please read it and tell me what you think!

                 

                                     Chapter 1: Trenches,  

 

“You can’t do this!” I exclaimed. “ I hired you to take me to Waverly,

We’re near Richmond!”   “No Ma’am, you hired us to take you as close

To Waverly as we could. And this is as far as we go. Ya have a nice day.”

The burley man drawled.  His son finally released my wrists from behind

my back and ran to catch up with the wagon. I argued with myself whether

or not to fun up and threaten to go to the authorities, but decided that

would not be wise as there were two of them and they were both stronger

than me. “Well Margaret this is a fine situation you’ve gotten yourself into.”

I mumbled to myself, blowing at the strand of light brown hair that refused

To stay in it’s bun. I paced for a few more minutes before sitting down on

My trunks, how did this happen? I thought I hired these men to take me and

My trunks as close to Waverly as they could & they had promised me they

Would! What scared them off? They had every intent of keeping their promise

Until they hear the shots…they must be deserters.  “I’ll walk to Richmond”

I finally decided now which way to Richmond, I think It’s through this corn

Field.  As I made my way through the broken corn field I wondered what

Would do that kind of damage. Something whizzed by and I suddenly got

The impression that this was NOT  the way to Richmond, but if I turned

Around I would soon be lost. So I kept on, trying not to think what the

Worst thing was that could be before me. Suddenly the ground in front of me

Disappeared and I plunged forward unexpectedly…

                                                       ~*~

 

My shoulder took most of the force as I fell so I rolled and kept rolling

until I hit something hard. For a minute I couldn’t move or catch my breath. Someone grabbed me and I realized that the hard something was a

soldier-a Confederate solder! He pulled me into a sitting position and I

suddenly saw I was in a battlefield. The pit I’d fallen into was a trench

filled with mud and dead or wounded boys lying here and there. Other

soldiers were firering over the wall  and bullets were whizzing everywhere.

 In horror I turned back to the soldier who still hadn’t released my arm,

 he must have seen the terror on my face, because his face reflected mine.

“What in the Blue Blazes are you doing here?” he shouted over the

cannon’s roar.

“I-I-I  f-fell into here by mistake, I-I was l-looking for R-Richmond.”

 I finally managed to stutter a reply. It was horrible, all around us

 men were shouting and screaming. As a bullet hit a man not two feet

from us the boy seemed to remember we were in the middle of a battle

and by no rights, should I be here.

“Stay low and keep near me.” He commanded. I had no trouble

 obeying, “wait what color is your dress?” he asked as we both

looked down, Thank goodness it was green. 

 

As the battle kept on I curled into a ball and tried to tune out all

the horrible noises. The soldier looked down to make sure I was

okay every time there was a break in the Yankees’ charge. I prayed

that God would spare every man he could and that all the rest would

die peacefully, I thanked God for the man standing behind me, firing

over the wall,

protecting me. I was sure he wouldn’t let a yank or reb touch me.

And I was thankful that I had worn my green dress and not my

 blue or gray one.

 

I must have tuned everything out ‘cause the solder was standing

over me and shaking my shoulder. “It’s over.” His voice sounded

weary and sad. I looked around and found that one unfortunate

boy had died with his head on my shoulder, looking at my face

. I shuddered and carefully moved him so I could stand. The

 soldier helped me to my feet, for a moment we just stood there,

looking at the poor boy.

“Did you know him?” I asked softly.

“Not personally, his name was Benjamin, he was 15.” The soldier

 replied, still sad. I shuddered again, the name was too

 close to… but I couldn’t think about them, not now.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, I turned to look at him, my glance

questioning.  “I’m sorry ya had to see that.” He continued

“”he thought you were an angel, he said ‘it’s not a wonder,

even an angel would cry when she saw this.’ “

I felt my face and found I had been crying.

“You were trying so hard to be somewhere else that ya didn’t

notice when he landed against you.” He whispered. “It helped

him to see ya before he died.”

“I prayed that everyone would die peacefully if they had to

 die,” I whispered back. Suddenly I felt the urge to get away

from the boy that had my brother’s name.

The solder seemed to sense that. “come on.” He lead me

 past soldiers loading the wounded onto hospital wagons,

and  into a dug-out that was empty of people, it looked

like a barrack. The blankets on the dirt floor served as

beds and the turned over crates were chairs. He pulled

out a crate for me and I sat down, he took one across from me.

 “what’s your name?” he asked and pulled out a piece of

 crumpled paper that looked like a  letter, and a pencil.

“here if you’re going to write a report don’t use your letter.”

I said, pulling a piece of clean folded paper from my pocket.

He looked up

gratefully, taking the paper I handed him.

“Thank you.” He said and I knew he meant it.

 “my name is Margaret Campbell. I’m 16.” I answered

his question and the next one coming.

“You’re a Yankee aren’t ya.” He didn’t mean “Yankee” as a

swear word, but it still sounded vile.

“Yes, I’m from West Virginia.”

“your accent gives you away.”

“I know” I sighed, everyone was telling me that lately.

“why where you in that corn field?”

“I was looking for Richmond, ‘cause…”my voice faded as

 the anger returned.

“because,” he prompted

“because I hired two men to take me and my trunks to

 Waverly , but they dumped me and my belongings on

the side of the road when they heard the shots, I think they were

 deserters.” I finished lamely, not adding the fact that I would have

bruises later from struggling. He looked up then , angry.

 “I bet they were Yank  deserters.” 

“no they sounded like Rebs.” He pondered that for a

while before letting it pass.“where do ya live?”

“I don’t…don’t have a home.” My voice breaking as I answered.

 Before the boy could question me further another soldier walked in.

 “James! I was looking all over for you…” his voice trailed off

as he saw me, tear-streaked face, mud in my hair and on my dress.

“What the Sam Hill is she doing here?” he roared, staring

 accusingly at James.

“I stumbled into the field, this lad protected me during the battle.”

I stated before the he could assume the worst. The man stared at me dumbfounded, probably wondering what a yank was doing in the

 confederate lines in the middle of a battle. After a minute he seemed to collect his thoughts.

“Miss I’m sorry ya saw that massacre.” The man seemed to be

ashamed of jumping to conclusions.

“were any of our friends wounded?” James asked, suddenly urgent.

“no, but Benjamin died.” The man sounded tired.

“I know, he thought she was an angel.” James replied. The man’s

eyes grew wide with surprise and he turned to me as if I might run screaming out of the room. “you saw Benjamin!?!” He exclaimed

as if I should be traumatized by the event.

“yes” I replied quietly.”

“are ya okay miss? You aren’t going to faint or get sick are you?”

 he looked at me like I was going to do just that any minute.

“I’m fine, no I am not going to faint, and I don’t think I’m going

 to be sick right now.” I might be sick later though  I added in

my head. Both of them eyed me like they still weren’t sure

 about that. After a minute my exasperated look must have

convinced them. James continued his questioning as the older

 man sat down and studied my face, no doubt waiting for the

 gore to catch up with me.

“what do ya mean ya don’t have a home?” James questioned.

“I mean what I said before.” Was all I was able to manage,

 trying to keep the waves of sorrow and fear at bay. James

only studied my face for a moment, seeming to understand

what I couldn’t voice.

“alright that’s all the questions I have.” He replied, scribbling

 some notes on the report before handing it to the other soldier,

 who looked it over carefully.

“how many  men were wounded do you think, Mr…?” I asked

 suddenly curious.  The boy turned to me as if startled. “oh

my name is James Anderson ma’am.” He drawled pleasantly

 And I was surprised at how different he sounded from the

horrid man on the road. His face was suddenly more serious

and sad than I had ever seen it. “I’ve no idea how many men

 were wounded out there today Miss, Maybe 300 probably more.”

“an that’s just us rebs!” the other man added “the yanks lose

lots more than we do.”

“the Union loses more! Why?” I asked thinking of my cousin.

“common knowledge, Miss Campbell. Them Yankee Generals

don’t give a darn what happens to those lads, so long as they win.”

James Replied as if I should have known that.

Will was the only thought running through my head. They don’t

care whether he lives or dies! ‘They don’t give a darn what

happens to those lads so long as they win’ the words echoed in

my head and repeated themselves on my lips.

“Miss Campbell? Miss Campbell are you alright? Margaret!”

James shook me  and I snapped out of it immediately.

“what’s wrong, what did I say?”  he still hadn’t released his

grip on my shoulders.

“my cousin…is one…of those…lads.” I gasped, his face went ashen.

“he’s a yank.” I clarified. I twisted in his grasp and looked at the

older man. “did you see a tall blonde yank when you were looking

 through the dead?”

he thought carefully before shaking his head. “you’re sure?”

I asked looking for the tiniest sliver of hope.

“no ma’am I didn’t see a tall blonde yank when I was looking for

 my friends.”

His carefully worded response was strangely comforting.

“he’s alright then.” Relief washed through me.

“yes he’s fine.” James assured me.

“thank you sir.” I said to the soldier

“you’re welcome Miss Campbell. Be happy to help you anytime.”

 He stood as if to leave “I’ve got to go help out. I’ll see ya later

 James, ma’am. He tipped his cap and took his leave.

After a minute I realized that I needed to sit down before

I collapsed. as I shakily sat down I saw that James still hadn’t

let go of my arm, as if as soon as he did I would fly to pieces.

“are you alright?” I asked. His head snapped up and he eyed me

 warily.

“I mean were you wounded?”

“No. just a burn, I’ll take care of it later.” He still was cautious.

“could I see it please?”

“it’s nothing really.” He insisted as I studied the black mark

on his palm.

“does this hurt?”  I pressed slightly on the side of the burn, he

 winced a bit.

“a little bit” he admitted. Where did I put my bag? I lost it

when I fell!

“wait here, I’ll be right back.” I rose to leave but James

stood with me.

“where are you going?” he studied my face, worried.

“I’m going to grab my bag, I think I left it back there.”

 I replied calmly. As I walked out he followed me.

Sure enough when I went back to the spot in the trench my

bag was lying there on the ground. As I turned around to go

back he was nowhere to be seen. Hmm he’s probably back at

the barracks.

As I made my way back I felt eyes watching me. I spun

around but couldn’t find the person who was staring at me.

When I got back to the barrack he was there waiting for me

at the door. As we sat down I opened my bag and pulled out a

bandage and a tin of homemade salve. James eyed the tin

suspiciously “ what’s that?” he asked as I carefully applied

 it to his burn, wincing slightly.

“It’s crushed aloe era leaves and a little water. Egg whites

 work well though too.” As I wrapped the bandage around

he hand I noticed he had several scars, as if he’d cut and

 burned his hand multiple times.

“who was that man who was in here before?” I asked trying

 to distract him.

“his name is Noah Marshal.”

“is he your neighbor?”

“yes he lived near me, back home.”

“Where ‘s home?”

“Arkansas,_____________ Arkansas.”

“you have family there?”

“yes, my father & mother, my 2 sisters & 2 brothers.”

“you’re the only one in the war?”

“no my older brother is in the war too. My father wanted

 to come but his wound kept him at home. And my oldest

brother stayed home to run the farm.” As I finished

bandaging his hand, I realized he was studying me intently

. He wanted to ask me about the bag and how I knew how to

 do this, I could tell. I looked up waiting. “go ahead” I prompted.

“how do you know how to do this?” he gestured to his hand,

 then my bag, his blue eyes filled with curiosity.

“I learned about treating burns at home, but I’m also trained

as a nurse.”

He pondered that for a while, allowing a comfortable silence

to hang over us.

“you’re a nurse?”

“yes I took a course in medicine.”

“so why aren’t you helping in a Yankee hospital?”

“my family died while I was finishing school. So I was coming

down here to visit a cousin of mine while the relatives figure

out what to do with me.”

He looked as if he’d expected something like this.

“you’re relatives don’t want ya?”

“No. I think I’ll probably end up living with strangers or on

 my own.”

“it’ll work out all right, if this ends soon I’ll try to help ya

 find a place.”

I smiled up at him. “thanks”

His answering smile was stunning. I realized he looked

young then.

“how old are you?”

“seventeen” I must have looked shocked ‘cause he quickly

said “well I’ll turn eighteen in November.”

“ooh very funny. You look older than 17.”

That surprised him and he grinned. “oh really, how old? 34?”

He was having fun now, I laughed. “no something like 35!”

Now it was his turn to laugh. It felt good to laugh with someone,

 I hadn’t done that for a long time.

“seriously, how old?”

“40 , if you grew a beard you’d look 45.”

“really. I bet I would  look 45 if I did grow a beard!”

his face grew serious, the last traces of laughter fading

from his eyes.

“ya don’t look 16 either.” He looked away as he said it.

“I bet I don’t, probably more like 12!” I said teasing, knowing

he was right.

“no you look 16 you just act 30.” I sighed.

“yeah Mama always did say that I was 4 going on 40.” His eyes

 grew sad as he guessed why I acted 30.

“don’t worry everything will turn out fine, we’ll find your cousin,

he can take care of himself.”

“yep. Will’s good at getting in and out of scrapes.”

“what’s his name?”

“William Edwards, he’s your age.””

“ya described him as a tall blonde yank…?”

“yes he has blonde hair and brown eyes. Saying he’s tall in an understatement, he’s 6’4”! he’s always getting into trouble, but

he always got out of trouble too.”

“he sounds nice. You helped him get out of trouble.” he seemed

able to guess so many things about me.

“yes I’d clean his cuts when he got into fights. One time he got in

 a huge fight with a boy that dipped my braids in ink. He won

but had a black eye and some nasty cuts on his face and arms.

So he hid in out favorite spot and I brought him food. His mother

 and mine know I was bringing him supplies so they just let him

 hide. After 5 days I convinced him to come home. He never got

punished for that.” He watched me as I told the story as if he saw

 it all happen. Never interrupting, nodding at the ending as if he

 expected it.

“He’ll take care of himself . don’t fret, I’ll take care of you as long

as you’re here. I promise.” I was speechless. I could take care of 

myself, but somehow James knew Will was my protector and that

 he had acted more like my brother than my cousin. And now James

 was offering to take Will’s spot until I could be sure he was alright

. All of a sudden I felt like crying and I knew he would understand if I did.

 I ducked my head forcing the tears back. He tried  to look me in the

 face. Reaching out and hesitating then taking my hand instead.

I looked up then, his face was kind. “thank you. I…” my voice broke

and he brushed the wisp of hair back with his free hand. Every thing

 would be alright now and I would find Will.

                                                          ~*~     

 

alright that is part of my 1st chapter! Please comment or use my Cbox and tell me what you think! I am open to any suggestions, revisal, and/or ideas that would better my story! Thank you! Oh and I almost forgot the reason there is a blank in James’ reply about where he live is because I haven’t figured that out yet, so please bear with me, I will figure it out soon!

-M. Stew                                   

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May. 29, 2008 - Lesson 16!

~Lesson 16

 

Destructions: Turn these boring endings into satisfying

 endings. You don’t have to use EVERY element.

Pick and choose the ones you like.

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Before: Just as the space creature opened it’s mouth to eat me, I woke up. It was only a dream.

 

A memory? I could still picture those razor-sharp teeth

 

A Feeling? I couldn’t belive how scared I’d been

 

A hope? I’ll probably never have the same dream again

 

A decision? I won’t watch scary movies anymore

 

Revised ending: Just before the terrfying dream got worse I woke up, but I could still picture those razor-sharp teeth .

I’m never going to watch a scary movie again!

 

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Before: And that is the story of how I saved my little sister from drowning.

 

A memory?  I could still feel the current’s pull

 

A feeling? Relief washed through me as her hand grasped mine.

 

A hope? Maybe someday Mom will let us play by the stream again.

 

A decision? I’m never going to let Lizzy  play there again

 

Revised ending: we stumbled onto the the bank, but I could still feel the current’s pull. I’ll never forget how she screamed for help, but relief  washed through me as her hand grasped mine. Mom says I saved my little sister from drowning, but Lizzy claims that she saved me!

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okay that was lesson 16

hope you liked it!

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May. 28, 2008 - Leccion uno cinco (or lesson 15, I just wrote the title in spanish for fun)

~Lesson 15

 

Destructions: think of a favorite book or movie. Write a

nutshell summary. Now, try to identify the hook, the

problem, and the ups and downs of the story, you may not need to use all the lines. Or…you may use the back side of the sheet if you need more lines.

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Title: the Witch of Blackbird pond

 

“Nutshell” summary:  bright Kit Tyler must move from

sunny Barbados to Prutain Wethersfield, Connecticut where

 she befriends a lonely lady, a mistreated child, and an

out-spoken young man.

 

Hook: Kit argues with Nathaniel

 

Problem (first “down”): She [Kit] saves a little girl’s doll &

 is suspected of being a witch since no-one in America  can

swim with such agility

 

Up: she has kind relatives.

 

Down: she fails at teaching dame school.

 

Up: she meets the Widow Tupper and finds a friend.

 

Down: people think Widow Tupper is a witch.

 

Up: Nathaniel visits Widow Tupper & meets Kit again.

 

Down: people find out Kit has been visiting Widow Tupper

 & she is forbidden to see her again.

 

CLIMAX (darkest moment): Kit is accused of being a

witch, is locked up & put on trial & the guy who has

 previously professed his love to her disserts her.

 

Resolution: Nathaniel risks his life to save Kit as does

mistreated Prudence.

 

Satisfying Ending: Kit is released, saves Widow Tupper &

 realizes that she loves Nathaniel, and he asks her to marry

him.

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Hope you enjoyed it!

The witch of blackbird pond is one of the greatest books to

read!!!!!!! I recommend you read it this summer; it’s the

type of book that you can take outside and read under a tree

or in an open field and stuff.

 

 A note-

Mrs. Marlow,

I am not quite ready to write the summary of my book yet,

 though I do have part of it down. So if you want me to

 post the part I do have done please let me know and I’ll

be happy to comply!

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May. 16, 2008 - New scene~

New Scene~

Yes, Mrs. Marlow was right the rafting scene didn’t hold much interest for me.

So with her permission I’m going to write a different scene.

Here it is:

 

Summary: A Stranger threatens Margaret Campbell.

 

Before you read this please keep in mind that this paragraph is from James’ point of view, since it is from a different chapter.

 

Scene:

As I got closer the quarters something didn’t feel right, it was too quiet. I set the trunk down at the door and peered into the gloomy room. It took a minute for my eyes to adjust; Margaret was toward the back of the room, her eyes wide and staring. The man in front of her wasn’t much larger than I was but he was definitely older.

“I’m warning you, if you don’t leave now you’ll regret you ever set foot in here!” Margaret threatened the stranger.

“Now sugar..”

“Don’t you ever dare to call me that!”

“Sure, now if you’ll just come with me I can show ya a real good time.”

“I’m sorry I have responsibilities here, now if you’ll be so kind as to leave.” She hinted.

“All right if you won’t cooperate then I’ll just have to convince you-” as the man made a dive for her she moved to the side. The man stumbled to his feet, but as he whirled on her he found himself staring down the barrel of a Derringer.  “w-w-where’d ya get th-that?” he asked stuttered.

 Margaret smile grimly “my papa taught me to carry it. Now I want you to walk out that door and never come back here again, do you understand me?”

“And what if I don’t?” the man asked, Smirking.

“Then I’ll be forced to use this weapon.” She sounded firm but the slight tremor in her voice ruined her bluff.

“You won’t use that, it probably doesn’t even have bullets in it.” The man moved toward her and the gun went off. He felt his shoulder where the bullet had clipped him.

“I missed on purpose I won’t do it again.” She promised, her voice deadly.

“All right I’ll leave but you’ll regret this!” he sneered at her.

“I’m sure I will.” She watched him retreat before lowering the gun and leaning against the wall. I walked in and she jumped, pointing the pistol at me. “It’s just me.” She uncocked the gun and put it in her dress pocket. “I’m sorry, a man was in here and..”

“I know, did he hurt you?” she walked over to the table and sat down.

“He only scratched my hand, it’s fine.” I set the trunk down and sat next to her. “Are you Okay?” I asked, she was shaking really hard.  “No, that was the most terrifying that has ever happened to me.”  I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and he laid her head on my shoulder. “It’s all right, I don’t think he’ll come back around here again! Where did you get that pistol?” she wasn’t shaking quite as hard now.

“My papa gave it to me, I always carry it when I travel.”

“He taught you well, I was right you are a good shot!”

She smiled.     

I hope you like it! Tell me if you have any suggestions to make it better!

Also you may have noticed I used the word ‘good’ in there, while it is a dead word, I think that it is acceptable since it was something people would use in everyday conversations, so I think that it is fine where it is, however if it is not then please let me know and I’ll change it.

Thanks!

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May. 7, 2008 - Lesson 14

-Lesson 14

 

Destructions (a.k.a instructions): Take the summary and

expand it into a full, riveting, action-packed scene!

 

 Summary: Josh and his friends ride the rapids in a leaky

raft and survive.

 

My version:

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  “Come on!” Emily called “we’re going to be late!”

“I’m coming!” I called back, as I stumbled into the raft.

“What kept you?” Eric asked.

“My Mom had to do her hair.”

Eric made a face.

“Stop yakking and let’s go!” Emily grumbled. We shoved

off and I noticed the river was very high today.

“Is the river supposed to be so fast?” Eric asked nervously,

“Umm no, it’s not” Emily replied, “Does anyone else notice

 that the water is getting closer to the walls of the raft?”

“Yes! I think we’ve sprung a leak!” Eric screamed.

“Look out for the rapids!” Emily yelled back.

Oh no! I thought we’re going to crash! Somehow Eric

 maneuvered us out of danger and Emily’s makeshift patch

 kept us from sinking. “Whoa! That was close!” I enthused

“I think Josh screamed the loudest.” Eric teased me.

“Oh yeah? You screamed pretty loud yourself.” I teased back.

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May. 6, 2008 - Lesson 13...2nd try

2nd Try, Lesson 13!

 

 

This is the story of Paul and Silas in jail, but I wrote it from
the jailer’s point of school.

 

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 “Will you please be QUIET!?!”  I shouted over my shoulder.
What did those 2 men have to sing about? They were in jail
and it didn’t look like they’d get out anytime soon. I sighed,
why did I ever take  this job? Sure it payed great, but was 
it really worth all the trouble with these criminals? 
Hey! I reminded myself  Your family is better off then most
people!
 “might as well settle in for the night” I was half-asleep 
before the shaking started. “what’s going on?” I fell out of my
cot and grabbed my sword. The prisoners were all shouting
and the floor was shaking unaturely. I rushed into the jail
only to find the doors had all fallen over.  Oh NO!! I might
as well be dead, when they  officals find out all the prisoners
escaped they’ll kill me for sure!
 As I drew back my sword to
strike myself I heard a voice  “don’t hurt yourself!! We’re
all still here!”  Impossible  I thought. I call for a light which
my sevant brought me. I then ran into the jail and found the
man was right! Every single prisoner was there! “Sirs,”
I addressed the 2 that had been praying and singing, their
God must be very powerful and good to be able to do this.
“How can I be saved?” They replyed  “Belive on the Lord
Jesus Christ and you will be saved”

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okay how was that? Please leave a comment telling me what
you thought!

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Apr. 17, 2008 - my other blog

hello everyone I just thought I'd let you know that I will only be posting school work on this blog...so if you want to read about stuff that is going on in my crazy life go to www.homeschoolblogger.com/Batgirl14 . or go to my profile and click on "Contemplations of a 14-year-old girl..

hope that helps!

Margo

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Apr. 16, 2008 - Lesson 13

Lesson 13

 

Mrs. Marlow gave us 3 options and I did the second, so here it goes!

 

List #1, 2, 3 at the bottom of the second page and write who is the POV character.

 

Sentences

1) Sarah swallowed nervously. It was obvious Tom was angry with her.

 

2) Tom was so mad at Sarah he wanted to scream, but he knew she was scared.

 

3) Tom was so mad he wanted to scream, but Sarah was scared.

 

My answers

 

1) the point of view is Sarah’s.

 

2) this one is Tom’s point of view.

 

3) this one has both Tom and Sarah’s point of view.

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Apr. 2, 2008 - Tagged again...

1.fave color-  Blue

2.least fave color-  Peach…I look sick in that color!

3.color of pants- ummm gray

4.color of shirt-  blue with navy sleeves

5.color of fave CD-  silver

6.color of dream car- right now it’s blue or black but I don’t care about the color so long as it’s a truck

7.color that you want your mom to dye her hair- black but only to hide any gray.

8.color of computer-  off-white, with smudges

9.color of best friends brother's eyes-  which best friend? B.O’B.’s brother has brown eyes,so does M.P.’s  ,H.K.’s brother is also my best friend and he has blue eyes.

10.color of dream pet -its not the color that counts

11.color of phone/ipod- my phone is silver

12.color of the last thing you ate-  light brown

13.find what color you answered with the most- blue and silver

14.tag as many people as there are letters in the color.- white

I'll tag

Dracula95

JoBroGirl

Funkyleo

GodsGirl 1993

and Lillian sorry this is the 2nd time i have tagged you.

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Mar. 25, 2008 - Chapter 1 part 2! enjoy!
Posted in My Stories

       

            An excerpt from “a Yank in the Confederate Army” by M. Stew

                        Chapter 1:the Trenches, Part B

  My shoulder took most of the force as I fell so I rolled and kept rolling until I hit something hard. For a minute I couldn’t move or catch my breath. Someone grabbed me and I realized that the hard something was a soldier-a Confederate solder! He pulled me into a sitting position and I suddenly saw I was in a battlefield. The pit I’d fallen into was a trench filled with mud and dead or wounded boys lying here and there. Other soldiers were firering over the wall  and bullets were whizzing everywhere. In horror I turned back to the soldier who still hadn’t released my arm, he must have seen the terror on my face, because his face reflected mine.

“What in the Blue Blazes are you doing here?” he shouted over the cannon’s roar.

“I-I-I  f-fell into here by mistake, I-I was l-looking for R-Richmond.” I finally managed to stutter a reply. It was horrible, all around us men were shouting and screaming. As a bullet hit a man not two feet from us the boy seemed to remember we were in the middle of a battle and by no rights, should I be here.

“Stay low and keep near me.” He commanded. I had no trouble obeying, “wait what color is your dress?” he asked as we both looked down, Thank goodness it was green. 

 

As the battle kept on I curled into a ball and tried to tune out all the horrible noises. The soldier looked down to make sure I was okay every time there was a break in the Yankees’ charge. I prayed that God would spare every man he could and that all the rest would die peacefully, I thanked God for the man standing behind me, firing over the wall, protecting me. I was sure he wouldn’t let a yank or reb touch me. And I was thankful that I had worn my green dress and not my blue or gray one.

 

I must have tuned everything out ‘cause the solder was standing over me and shaking my shoulder. “It’s over.” His voice sounded weary and sad. I looked around and found that one unfortunate boy had died with his head on my shoulder, looking at my face. I shuddered and carefully moved him so I could stand. The soldier helped me to my feet, for a moment we just stood there, looking at the poor boy.

“Did you know him?” I asked softly.

“Not personally, his name was Benjamin, he was 15.” The soldier replied, still sad. I shuddered again, the name was too close to… but I couldn’t think about them, not now.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, I turned to look at him, my glance questioning.  “I’m sorry ya had to see that.” He continued “”he thought you were an angel, he said ‘it’s not a wonder, even an angel would cry when she saw this.’ “

I felt my face and found I had been crying.

“You were trying so hard to be somewhere else that ya didn’t notice when he landed against you.” He whispered. “It helped him to see ya before he died.”

“I prayed that everyone would die peacefully if they had to die,” I whispered back. Suddenly I felt the urge to get away from the boy that had my brother’s name.

 

 

this is the second part of the first chapter of my book if you want to read the first part scroll down a long ways or just go to the archives. please leave me a comment telling me what you think! thanks!

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Mar. 24, 2008 - Rd-blooded Americans!

I got this from Lillian, you should really read this! It is for everyone who knows some-one who is in the Marines or Airforce or Navy or the Army; Please Read:

"Last week I was in Atlanta , Georgia attending a conference. While I was in the airport, returning home, I heard several people behind me beginning to clap and cheer. I immediately turned around and witnessed one of the greatest acts of patriotism I have ever seen.

Moving thru the terminal was a group of soldiers in their camos. As they began heading to their gate, everyone (well almost everyone)was abruptly to their feet with their hands waving and cheering.

When I saw the soldiers, probably 30-40 of them, being applauded and cheered for, it hit me. I'm not alone. I'm not the only red-blooded American who still loves this country and supports our troops and their families.

Of course I immediately stopped and began clapping for these young unsung heroes who are putting their lives on the line everyday for us so we can go to school, work and home without fear or reprisal.

Just when I thought I could not be more proud of my country or of our service men and women, a young girl, not more than 6 or 7 years old ran up to one of the male soldiers. He kneeled down and said "hi."

The little girl then asked him if he would give something to her daddy for her.

The young soldier, who didn't look any older than maybe 22 himself, said he would try and what did she want to give to her daddy. Then suddenly the little girl grabbed the neck of this soldier, gave him the
biggest hug she could muster and then kissed him on the cheek.

The mother of the little girl, who said her daughter's name was Courtney, told the young soldier that her husband was a Marine and had been in Iraq for 11 months now. As the mom was explaining how much her daughter Courtney missed her father, the young soldier began to tear up.

When this temporarily single mom was done explaining her situation, all of the soldiers huddled together for a brief second. Then one of the other servicemen pulled out a military-looking walkie-talkie. They started playing with the device and talking back and forth on it.

After about 10-15 seconds of this, the young soldier walked back over to Courtney, bent down and said this to her, "I spoke to your daddy and he told me to give this to you." He then hugged this little girl that he had just met and gave her a kiss on the cheek. He finished by saying "your daddy told me to tell you that he loves you more than anything and he is coming home very soon."

The mom at this point was crying almost uncontrollably and as the young soldier stood to his feet, he saluted Courtney and her mom. I was standing no more than 6 feet away from this entire event.

As the soldiers began to leave, heading towards their gate, people resumed their applause. As I stood there applauding and looked around, there were very few dry eyes, including my own. That young soldier in one last act of selflessness, turned around and blew a kiss to Courtney with a tear rolling down his cheek.

We need to remember everyday all of our soldiers and their families and thank God for them and their sacrifices. At the end of the day, it's good to be an American.

RED FRIDAYS ----- Very soon, you will see a great many people wearing Red every Friday. The reason? Americans who support our troops used to be called the "silent majority". We are no longer silent, and are voicing our love for God, country and home in record breaking numbers.

We are not organized, boisterous or over-bearing.. We get no liberal media coverage on TV, to reflect our message or our opinions. Many Americans, like you, me and all our friends, simply want to recognize
that the vast majority of America supports our troops.

Our idea of showing solidarity and support for our troops with dignity and respect starts this Friday -and continues each and every Friday until the troops all come home, sending a deafening message that.. Every red-blooded American who supports our men and women afar will wear something red.

By word of mouth, press, TV -- let's make the United States on every Friday a sea of red much like a homecoming football game in the bleachers.

If every one of us who loves this country will share this with acquaintances, co-workers, friends, and family. It will not be long before the USA is covered in RED and it will let our troops know the
once "silent" majority is on their side more than ever; certainly more than the media lets on.

The first thing a soldier says when asked "What can we do to make things better for you?" is...We need your support and your prayers.

Let's get the word out and lead with class and dignity, by example; and wear something red every
Friday."

sorry about the color I can't get it to change!

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Mar. 24, 2008 - Lesson 12...FINALLY!

ok I think I finally got this computer to behave it's self and
let me post stuff I type up in Word!

please tell me if some more problems come up with this
post. thanks a bunch!

Lesson 12-

 

Mrs. Marlow gave us a paragraph that we are supposed
to indent properly

So here it goes!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Original paragraph:

“Batter-up! We haven’t got all day!” Tom shouted.
“Stop yelling,” Katie said.

she grabbed the bat and scowled at her brother. He scowled
back. “No girls,”

Sean piped up from the pitchers mound. “ What do you
care? She’s not on your