Yay! I'm posting this from my new iPod touch!
I just drove for the first time in my dads truck today and i'm only 11!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hello, I am having a contest.
Find the cutest picture of an animal you can and enter it here!
This contest ends Saturday, August 1st.
Here's an example:
Thanks,
mariahf
I just got a new bag! This is what it looks like:
"Can't get me!"
Fish I’m braiding my hair. (I’m busy.) Sleeping on desk
(6_6) >))$((< (;_;)
Wondering money tight (I’m broke.) Crying
(=^.^=) (::()::) (0_0)
Kitty face band-aid (feel better soon.) Shocked
(^.^)/ (=_=) \(.:….:.)/
Waving hello bored RAWR!!!(Scary monster.)
(*.*) (‘}2{‘) (<->)
Ooh! (I’m dazzled.) Nose-to-nose(face-to-face.) Mad face
d-_-b ~O-O~ (@o@)
Wearing headphones look again (do u need glasses?) Dizzy
\(^o^)/ (z_z) ~(*.*)~
Yippee! Sleepy little kid (girl w/ pigtails)
($_$) NO@> @(^o^)@
Obsessed w/ money don’t be a chicken koala bear
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(='.'=) bunny face
Pics of CUTE baby animals!
This is a story I wrote for a contest. And guess what? I won.
Sophie Turtellini
By Mariah Fillmer
Once there was a girl who knew this girl who knew this girl who knew this girl who knew this girl who knew this girl who was a turtle freak. She had always been one ever since she was a teensy weensy baby. She did not like teddies or pink or ping-pong which little girls were supposed to like. She just liked turtles. So for her 12th birthday her parents (who were not turtle freaks) bought her one. She named her Sophie Turtellini. Speaking of names, the girl’s name was Penny, short for
1. Feed her more.
2. Give her baths.
3. Feed her lime juice.
4. Buy carrot juice soap.
5. Make her a turtle cookie once a week for every Thursday at 8:04 a.m.
The
End
Welcome to my room!
Here's my bed.
That's my desk.
That is my closet.
Here is my dresser.
And this these are my toys!
~Maggy Butterscotch, aka Princess Pup
That's me!!!!
Me again!
Yep, that's me!
Mua!
That's me shooting a bb gun at a can!
You don't know who that is? It's me of course!
Me, when I was little ..............
Once again, me.
Me me me me me me me me!
Awwww..............So cute!
I Frappuccinos!!! It the BEST kind of coffee on earth!!! Here are some pics:
YUMMY MOCHA!
I LOVE CARAMEL AND CHOCOLATE CHIP!
I AM ADDICTED TO FRAPPUCCINOS!!! LOL!!
~Maggy Butterscotch aka Princess Pup
Sponge Bob!!!!!! Imagination!!!! LOL!!! \ (^.^)/
~Maggy Butterscotch aka Princess Pup aka mariahf
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Littlest Pet Shop Squeaky Clean Pets
This is all I have right now.
TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What are your favorites?
- What is your favorite book?
- What is your favorite animal?
- What is your favorite color?
- What is your favorite thing?
- What is your favorite movie?
- Who is your favorite character in your favorite movie?
- What is your favorite game?
- What is your favorite show?
- What is your favorite piece of clothing?
- What is your favorite name?
mariahf
THE WINNER OF THE STORY CONTEST IS:
GIPFISH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CONGRATS
YOU WON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here is her story:
The Stallion
By
Jane Gipfish
When I was a child, my family traveled to the beach regularly. Summer, Winter, Spring, or Autumn, we were always making our way to some coast or another, but never did we walk the sands of the same shore twice. I believe it was my parents’ goal to visit each and every coastline on this globe. My sisters and I would collect shells and play in the water. We did not care whether we were in Florida, Africa, or Italy. We simply enjoyed our days with our parents in boats, planes, taxis, hotels, and, of course, the ocean.
The summer of my eighth year, we traveled to the islands of Chincoteague and Assateague, where the wild ponies live. Do not think that just because ponies are small in size that they are not as grand as horses. A pony can almost reach five feet at its withers and still be considered a pony.
As my family walked the island of Assateague, along with other tourists, I heard a sound that I could not but investigate. Curiosity is a strange thing. It can overcome strong feelings of conscience. It can make you forget for a moment that there are consequences to actions. I slipped away from the crowd and from my family, and I entered the woods. After fighting my way through thick underbrush, I made my way into a clearing.
Emerging, I peered around for the thing that I thought I had heard. Perhaps it was just my imagination. My heart stopped. Could it be here, or was I dreaming? I scanned the clearing. Suddenly, the noise sounded again, making me jump. My startled heart suddenly pounded, as if to make up for its stationary moments. I looked over my shoulder. Had anyone else heard? No. If anyone had heard, I would have heard them coming. I turned my head back to the grassy clearing.
Standing, not ten feet in front of me, was a stallion, a true wild stallion. His fur was dark brown; it could almost have been considered black He had a bright white spot on his side, the shape of a crescent moon, surrounded by small, white specks, like twinkling stars on a clear night. His mane was long and ragged. His tail drug along the ground then swished up to flick a fly off of his back. He neighed again. He was calling; I could tell. He was calling to his pony friends.
Childish fantasies filled my head of befriending this wild stallion. I thought of climbing onto his back, and riding gloriously into an awed group of tourists. How should I approach him? I wondered. I decided to start by talking to him. I was going to call him. He would look up at me. It would be love at first sight. He would trot willingly towards me. I would mount him, and ride to my family. I could see the jealous looks on my sisters’ faces at that very moment.
“Stallion.”
My voice surprised me by elevating no higher than a soft whisper. That was all it took. The stallion took one look at me before calling his friends once more. No longer was it a friendly invitation to a green, grassy clearing. No, it was a high-pitched warning. Don’t come near, he seemed to say. There is danger here! I was the danger.
Not only did my heart break at such an unexpected end to my glorious aspirations, but I was also filled with fear. That stallion’s eyes were wide and filled with a wild panic. He wouldn’t stop staring at me. I was afraid to move. Would he charge at me? Was he angry that I had interrupted what would have been a lovely picnic lunch with his friends?
This was surely the end of me! I would be trampled to death by this wild beauty. My family would find me, after hours of searching, dead by the seashore. They would weep at the loss of a daughter and sister, all because of some foolish idea that had entered my stupid brain. I began to cry. Goodbye beautiful stallion. Goodbye beautiful world.
But even in my tears I was foolish, for the stallion’s cries did not go unheard. The sound of the pounding of fifty hooves on the sand grew louder and louder, until I saw a herd of ponies gallop before my very eyes. It was the most beautiful sight, and my eyes were too filled with tears to see it properly.
When the herd had passed, and I had rubbed the tears out of my eyes, the stallion was gone. He had been swept away by his friends, never to return to this grassy clearing, for fear of the young girl who had dared speak to him.
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Ironically, I married a horseman when I became an adult. During my first two years of marriage, I learned so much about horses. Sometimes, my mind wandered back to that day on the beach. My stomach always turned over with guilt at the very foolish and selfish thoughts that filled my mind when I looked at that stallion. My wonderful husband was noble enough to teach me to ride. In fact, he is still patiently correcting my silly mistakes to this day.
One day, my husband received a call about a horse that could no longer be kept. Its owner simply couldn’t get the money. Was my husband interested? Well, he would go and look at it, anyway. Could I come with him? I was still trying to learn to tell a well-built horse from an ill-bred one. Why certainly I could.
The next evening we went. We arrived at the farm, and the owner brought us to the horse. A handler would be bringing him to the arena. The three of us approached the arena, and I looked to see what the horse should look like. I had to look carefully, for the sunlight was becoming dim. Dark would fall any minute now.
My heart stopped. There he was, standing in the sunset, the beautiful stallion I had seen on the seashore so many years ago. It was as if I were eight again. There was the crescent moon, and there the stars, reflecting the light of the setting sun. Though his mane and tail were trimmed neatly, his fur was groomed, and he wore a halter, I still saw him for the wild pony he had been on Assateague Island.
My husband could see that my eyes were filled with delight, for he asked what I thought of the pony. It was then that I recounted the whole story, the story that I had vowed never to tell a soul, for how it would shame me—I thought when I was eight—if someone should find out what I did! He laughed when I told him of my surety of death, and I suddenly realized that what had seemed so serious to me at the time was really a laughing matter. I laughed with him.
Needless to say, we bought the stallion. I did finally ride him, after fourteen years. Still, my first ride on the pony was not a glorious one. Both he and I had much to learn. We still do, for the learning process never ends. Now, however, we can ride with grace, glorifying God Almighty, with every step I tell him to take. Though the stallion was majestic in his wild beauty, how much more majestic is a relationship of master and servant that reflects the relationship of God our Lord, and us, His people, His servants.
Mariahf
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Hello I am having a writing contest! This sentence has to be in it somewhere:
There he was standing in the sunset, the beautiful stallion I had seen on the seashore.
The story has to be at least 120 words long and could you please post it by Friday, May 1st?
Thanks! Oh, and by the way just remember you don't have to enter if you don't want to.
~Princess Pup
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I am soooooooooooo happy!!!! I"m going to take riding lessons!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!