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Maud Muller by John Greenleaf

Thu, 12 Feb 2009 18:57:00 -0600

This is one of my favorite poems. I acctually just discovered it the other day, and since I first read it, Maud Muller has moved up to the top of my favorites list.

Emily

MAUD MULLER

by: John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892)

AUD MULLER, on a summer's day,
Raked the meadows sweet with hay.

Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth
Of simple beauty and rustic health.

Singing, she wrought, and her merry glee
The mock-bird echoed from his tree.

But, when she glanced to the far-off town,
White from its hill-slope looking down,

The sweet song died, and a vague unrest
And a nameless longing filled her breast--

A wish, that she hardly dared to own,
For something better than she had known.

The Judge rode slowly down the lane,
Smoothing his horse's chestnut mane.

He drew his bridle in the shade
Of the apple-trees, to greet the maid,

And ask a draught from the spring that flowed
Through the meadow across the road.

She stooped where the cool spring bubbled up,
And filled for him her small tin cup,

And blushed as she gave it, looking down
On her feet so bare, and her tattered gown.

"Thanks!" said the Judge, "a sweeter draught
From a fairer hand was never quaffed."

He spoke of the grass and flowers and trees,
Of the singing birds and the humming bees;

Then talked of the haying, and wondered whether
The cloud in the west would bring foul weather.

And Maud forgot her briar-torn gown,
And her graceful ankles bare and brown;

And listened, while a pleasant surprise
Looked from her long-lashed hazel eyes.

At last, like one who for delay
Seeks a vain excuse, he rode away,

Maud Muller looked and sighed: "Ah, me!
That I the Judge's bride might be!

"He would dress me up in silks so fine,
And praise and toast me at his wine.

"My father should wear a broadcloth coat;
My brother should sail a painted boat.

"I'd dress my mother so grand and gay,
And the baby should have a new toy each day.

"And I'd feed the hungry and clothe the poor,
And all should bless me who left our door."

The Judge looked back as he climbed the hill,
And saw Maud Muller standing still.

"A form more fair, a face more sweet,
Ne'er hath it been my lot to meet.

"And her modest answer and graceful air
Show her wise and good as she is fair.

"Would she were mine, and I to-day,
Like her, a harvester of hay:

"No doubtful balance of rights and wrongs,
Nor weary lawyers with endless tongues,

"But low of cattle, and song of birds,
And health, and quiet, and loving words."

But he thought of his sisters, proud and cold,
And his mother, vain of her rank and gold.

So, closing his heart, the Judge rode on,
And Maud was left in the field alone.

But the lawyers smiled that afternoon,
When he hummed in court an old love-tune;

And the young girl mused beside the well,
Till the rain on the unraked clover fell.

He wedded a wife of richest dower,
Who lived for fashion, as he for power.

Yet oft, in his marble hearth's bright glow,
He watched a picture come and go:

And sweet Maud Muller's hazel eyes
Looked out in their innocent surprise.

Oft when the wine in his glass was red,
He longed for the wayside well instead;

And closed his eyes on his garnished rooms,
To dream of meadows and clover-blooms.

And the proud man sighed, with a secret pain,
"Ah, that I were free again!

"Free as when I rode that day,
Where the barefoot maiden raked her hay."

She wedded a man unlearned and poor,
And many children played round her door.

But care and sorrow, and child-birth pain,
Left their traces on heart and brain.

And oft, when the summer sun shone hot
On the new-mown hay in the meadow lot,

And she heard the little spring brook fall
Over the roadside, through the wall,

In the shade of the apple-tree again
She saw a rider draw his rein,

And, gazing down with timid grace,
She felt his pleased eyes read her face.

Sometimes her narrow kitchen walls
Stretched away into stately halls;

The weary wheel to a spinnet turned,
The tallow candle an astral burned;

And for him who sat by the chimney lug,
Dozing and grumbling o'er pipe and mug,

A manly form at her side she saw,
And joy was duty and love was law.

Then she took up her burden of life again,
Saying only, "It might have been."

Alas for maiden, alas for Judge,
For rich repiner and household drudge!

God pity them both! and pity us all,
Who vainly the dreams of youth recall;

For of all sad words of tongue or pen,
The saddest are these: "It might have been!"

Ah, well! for us all some sweet hope lies
Deeply buried from human eyes;

And, in the hereafter, angels may
Roll the stone from its grave away!

~Dear Poetess~

Mon, 22 Dec 2008 16:23:00 -0600

Dear Poetess/Rebecca,

Leslie (TNT) and Morgan (Littlemissleigh) write on here sometimes....

I do write poems..But, there not very good. I"m writing one now. I might posted it if I ever get it done..=D Thanks for the ideas! =D

Hey Rebecca, Do you have a facebook? Or a blog?

-Smiley

www.homeschoolblogger.com/shootingstar

Any Ideas?

Tue, 16 Dec 2008 22:36:00 -0600

Hey Blogger Friends,

If you have any ideas on what we could write about, or what kind of stories you would like to read. We would love to hear them...Thanks!!! (p.s because I really need help, I can't think of a story)

Oh Merry Almost Christmas!

~*Smiley*~

(A.K.A) www.homeschoolblogger.com/shootingstar

The Duel

Sat, 1 Nov 2008 13:00:00 -0500

Okay, here's another poem that I like. I don't have time to post a story right now, so I decided to do a poem. If that's okay with everyone. Oh! and this time I decided to post a picture of the poet along with the poem.

The Duel

Eugene Field

The gingham dog and the calico cat
Side by side on the table sat;
'Twas half-past twelve, and (what do you think!)
Nor one nor t'other had slept a wink!
The old Dutch clock and the Chinese plate
Appeared to know as sure as fate
There was going to be a terrible spat.
(I wasn't there; I simply state
What was told to me by the Chinese plate!)
The gingham dog went " Bow-wow-wow!"
And the calico cat replied "Me-ow!"
The air was littered,an hour or so,
With bits of gingham and calico,
While the old Dutch clock in the chimney place
Up with it hands before its face,
For it always dreaded a family row!
(Now mind: I'm only telling you
What the old Dutch clock declares is true!)

The Chinese plate looked very blue,
And wailed,"Oh dear! What shall we do!"
But the gingham dog and the calico cat
Wallowed this way and tumbled that,
Employing every tooth and claw
In the awfullest way you ever saw-
And oh! how the gingham and calico flew!
(Don't fancy I exaggerate!
I got my news from the Chinese plate!)

Next morning where the two had sat
They found no trace of dog or cat;
And some folks think unto this day
That burglars stole the pair away!
But the truth about the cat and pup
Is this: they ate each other up!
Now what do you really think of that!
(The old Dutch clock, it told me so,
And that is how I came to know.)

Answer to Poetess...And a poem

Mon, 20 Oct 2008 17:14:00 -0500

Hey Poetess, thanks for all the comments! Have you gotten a blog yet? Or will your mom let you? Smiley is Courtney...you can see her picture on the side bar. Most of the time she signs her posts as Smiley. I just wanted to let you know.

Anyways, since I'm on here, I thought I might as well post a poem. I didn't write it, of course, it's the poem I chose to recite.

Solitude

By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow it's mirth,
But has trouble enough of it's own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life's gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.

Okay, so I posted! I think if all of us take turns posting, we'll be able to keep this blog up to date.

Emily

~Long time, not write sigh*~

Sat, 18 Oct 2008 17:40:00 -0500

Hey Guys, Well, I made this poem up at 1:39am last night. So, if you think it's kinda crazy! That's why! Well, here it is!

Once There Live A Girl Name Hannah. She live on a hill called Banana.

She woke up early everyday. To see if Mary wanted to play.

They like to swing from tree to tree. They acted like little monkeys.

They went to bed every night at ten. They were glad that they were friends..

Please remember it's late at night. It's too late for me to write.

So I will say to all a...goodnight

What do u guys think? Well, let me know! C Ya!

~*Smiley*~

Woah! It's been a LONG time since anyone's posted!

Fri, 17 Oct 2008 21:38:00 -0500

Hey, sorry we haven't posted much lately...well, acctually, I guess that should be NONE lately. Sorry about that. We don't have many readers anyway, if we even have any. Well, since no one has posted, and since I had to write a paper for school, and SINCE Courtney said we could also post our school papers, I'm going to post mine.

Civil Disobedience:

Three Wrongs Make a Right

Civil disobedience is refusing to obey civil laws in order to change governmental policy or legislation. Those who employ it use passive resistance to effect change by nonviolent means. Miep Gies defied authority when she hid Anne Frank from Hitler’s death squads. In the same way but much earlier, Moses parents ignored an edict given by Pharaoh that the Israelites should drown any sons born to them. Defying civil authority, but discerning God’s will resulted in the saving of God’s people and their nation.

During the reign of either Ahmose I or Amenhotep I, the Israelites were living in Egypt. Because they honored God, they prospered and multiplied. Out of fear that the Israelites would rebel against him and take over Egypt, the pharaoh imposed harsh, heavy workloads. Israel became a mistreated slave nation. One of the Hebrew woman bore a son. Sensing he was a special child, she hid him for three months. When he was too old to hide any longer, she made a basket from bulrushes, placed him inside and laid the manger on the bank of the Nile. The baby’s sister stayed at the river to watch over him.

When the pharaoh’s daughter went to the river to bathe, she saw the basket with the baby inside. The daughter of Pharaoh had compassion on him, and kept him for her own child. Miraculously, she found and hired the child’s mother to keep and nurse him. When the baby grew older, he returned to Pharaoh’s daughter and became her son, whom she named Moses because she brought him out of the water. While she was raising Moses, the pharaoh’s daughter knew she was going against the official edict of her father.

Moses was raised and educated in the ways of the Egyptians. When he was older, he refused to be called the son of Pharaoh‘s daughter. While Moses was out among the Israelites, he saw an Egyptian beating a Hebrew, another name for Israelite. When Moses saw that no one was around, he killed the Egyptian and buried him. Upon hearing the crime Moses committed, the Pharaoh ordered the death of Moses. Leaning of the Pharaoh’s plot, he escaped to Midian where he remained until God was ready to use him as his messenger to Pharaoh.

Moses the Israelite raised as an Egyptian, understood the speech and customs of the Egyptian royal court. He was perfectly prepared to be effective in delivering God’s message: “Let my people go.” The Egyptians were nature and ancestor worshippers; therefore, God used plagues touching these things to persuade Pharaoh, after the death of his first born, to free His people. Moses was protected and preserved through three instances of civil disobedience: his parents hid him, Pharaoh’s daughter protected him, and he ran from a murder. On the day God appointed to him, Moses led the Israelites out of slavery in Egypt on dry land across the sea toward freedom.

Well, there it is. I've been working on a story, but I'm really busy lately, with school and everything, so I haven't had much time to work on it. I'm trying to figure out who my characters are right now though. If I make any progress with it, I'll post the story, but for now, this is all I have.

Emily

The Black Valley (Chapter 1) By Leslie (TNT)

Mon, 28 Apr 2008 18:29:00 -0500

The Black Valley

Chapter 1

Nicole laid down on the soft, green grass as she gazed upon the blue sky. I wonder why everything is so quiet. Nicole thought. She didn't mind it though, she rarely ever got a moment of silence. Suddenley, she hears hooves approaching her. She stood up, and gazed upon a horse rider, wearing all black. It was a black robe that covered every inch of him, including his face. Nicole's heart raced as he got closer and closer. He raised out a sword, she shut her eyes in fear, yearning to run, but to frightened! Suddenly, she felt a strong hand picking her up, and gentley placing her on the horse, she opened her eyes, it was her brother, John.

"Oh, I'm so glad it's you! I was terribley afraid!" she said, wrapping her arms around him. "Yeah, but if I weren't here, you would have been killed, Nicole! You need to learn to run, no matter what, okay?" he said. Nicole looked down for a moment, and then thought about what he said. "You don't suppose the rider shall return, do you?" she asked. "We are leaving now, we must not stop until we are out of the town," he said sadly,"but we're going to try to meet up with mom and dad." he said.

A silent tear slid down Nicole's cheak. She then bowed her head. Dear Lord, I'm scared, I don't know what will happen, and.... I am going to try and let you deal with it, without another though. Amen.

Nicole had fallen asleep before they reached The Bridge of Other Worlds. No one knew where it led, no one knew what it was, and after a few years, they had even forgotten it existed.

"Nicole, wake up!" John said. "I think we've found something!" Nicole opened her eyes, and stared at the beauty of the bridge. But it wasn't really like a bridge at all! In fact, it looked nothing like one. It was grey, and round, and it apeared as if it had stairs from the outside.

"Let's take a look in there!" Nicole said. "I don't know, it might be dangerous." John said. "Please...." she said giving him her sad eyes. "Alright, but at the first sight of trouble, we're gone!" he said.

I always keep my promises, so here's a story

Sat, 1 Mar 2008 09:17:00 -0600

Katherine could hardly focus on her school work. “Today will be perfect to ride Sunshine,” She said to herself. Soon she was daydreaming; She was flying on the back of her golden-brown mare, Sunshine. Racing through the tall grass in the meadow. Katherine could almost feel the wind in her face and the sun-rays on her back. She and her horse were just about to jump a log---- “Katherine,” her mom said pulling her from her dream. “Have you finished your math yet?” Katherine lowered her head, “No, Mom, I haven‘t. I guess I was kind of daydreaming.” She said with a sheepish smile. “Well, try not to do it again, and hurry with your math, you still have history to do.” Her mom said, and then added with a smile, “Then you can ride Sunshine.” Katherine’s face broke into a smile, “Thanks, Mom,” she said. Her mom knew Katherine almost as well as Katherine knew herself. “I‘ll try to hurry” she promised as her mom left the room.

School done for the day, Katherine headed down to the barn where Sunshine waited. “Hey, Sunshine,” she greeted her horse, and reached to pet her nose. “Are you ready for our ride?” Sunshine neighed, and Katherine laughed. Sunshine always neighed as if to answer her, no matter what Katherine said to her. Katherine tacked her horse and then led Sunshine out of the barn. Outside, she mounted Sunshine, “Okay, Girl, let‘s go!” She said excitedly. When they reached the meadow, it was just like her daydream, Sunshine’s golden mane glittered in the afternoon sun. They rode to Katherine’s favorite sketching spot. “Let‘s stop here for awhile, Sunshine,” She said pulling back on the reigns. She dismounted, and then tied her horse to a large shade-tree, so Sunshine wouldn’t get too hot. Katherine had brought her sketch pad because she had promised to send some sketches to her friend, Jenny, who had moved two states away in the fall.

Katherine went over her drawings. There was one of a beautiful patch of wildflowers, one of Sunshine grazing in the tall meadow grass, a red-headed woodpecker on a tree was in one sketch, “I‘ll color that one in with colored pencils when I get home, it will look better that way” she said out loud. Her last one was of the tree where she and Jenny used to climb when they were younger. When she was finished viewing her sketches, she looked down at her watch, “We had better start home now if I‘m going to have time to do my chores before supper,” She said to Sunshine. On the ride home, Katherine was already thinking about her ride tomorrow.

Well, there you go! I told you I would post a story, but I don't know how well this one is. It might not be very interesting, but at least I wrote one.

Emily---indigobunting14

I will TRY!! (Emily---Indigobunting14)

Fri, 29 Feb 2008 20:35:00 -0600

Okay, I promise I will try to get started on a short story soon, maybe this weekend since today is Friday. I'm not promising that I will write a story, but I will try. But, if I don't like it, I probably won't post it, then again, I might so you people can give me tips on how I can make it better. The only person that ever checks this blog anymore is Poetess. Thanks, Poetess, for still being loyal even though we haven't posted any stories in a long time. We need to figure out a way to keep in touch. And I understand that your mom might not let you e-mail me since you don't know me. Before I suggested e-mailing each other, I asked my mom, so I understand. I ask my mom about pretty much everything on here before I do it.

I haven't even tried writing in a while. I just usually start a story, and then trash it. I don't think I have what it takes to be a writer. I'm thinking about spending a week with my aunt sometime soon, and she has given me a lot of my inspiration, so maybe I will get back into writing again.

Does anyone have any suggestions on what I should write about. I think I will do a poll or something. Since hardly anyone gets on here, I will probably do it on my other blog, www.homeschoolblogger.com/indigobunting14 . I guess I will do it on here to, so here it is:

What are your favorite kind of books?

1. Fiction

2. Non-Fiction

3. Fiction/Historical

4. Comedy

5. Fiction/Animal

6. Other

Who ever wants to do the poll, please put your answer in a comment. Thanks!

Well, I guess I will go now, and I will start on a story...Tomorrow because I am too tired to do it today!

~*Emily*~

To Poetess

Fri, 18 Jan 2008 07:12:00 -0600

Hi Poetess,

It's me again, I am answering your comments. A entry is still the only way I know to get in touch with you. Do you have e-mail?

I can't tell my age on a blog, but if you have an e-mail, my mom said that I can tell you my age if it is just you and me.

Yes, I have heard of Janette Oke, I LOVE her books. I think my favorite is "Heart of the Wilderness", but I don't think that she wrote that with anyone else. I also like Martha Finley, well, the books based on the characters in her books. I haven't read the original books of Elsie Dinsmore.

I read your story. It was really good. I'm not that good with short stories, but I don't think I could write a long book either. I think it would be hard to write a 200 or more page book.

Thanks for the tips you gave me. I hope that we can keep in touch.(Somehow)

Well, I hope to talk to you soon!

Emily

To Poetess

Sat, 12 Jan 2008 10:49:00 -0600

Dear Poetess,

This is the only way I know how to get in touch with you since you don't have a blog. I thought that you might check back here again, so I decided to post an entry.

I'm not really sure what I want to do with my life. I might want to be a writer, but I think that I would back down from my books being published. I would be afraid of rejection. I have also considered something in the science field because I enjoy that about the same as writing.

Did you say that you are writing a book? If so, do you have any tips? I start a story, or book, and then I just seem to give up because I look at the books that I read, and then I just say, "I'll never be able to finish this and make it as long and interesting as these other books." Most of my books are based on things that have happened, or I wish could happen, to me. The characters in my books are usually based on my friends, I just change the names, and sometimes the ages. The main character in most books that I write are supposed to be me.

I haven't really posted any of my stories on here becuase I haven't finished any of them. If I post one on here, I don't think it would be very good to let people read some of the story and not the rest.

Well, I will TRY to get on it.

~*Emily*~

I think I have writer's block.....or something like that.

Mon, 17 Dec 2007 10:35:00 -0600

I can't think of ANYTHING to write about. I picked up my notebook the other day to try to write some more of my story, but I only wrote a few sentences, and then erased them. I don't know how well I will be able to do this blog because I like writing LONG stories, like for an actual book, and that isn't the best thing to put on a blog because it would be the LONGEST ENTRY EVER. My aunt gave me the idea of the story that I am writing now, but I am a little stuck, and I don't even know that my story would be interesting. Well, I have to do an informal essay, but I have NO idea what to do it on. It is supposed to be written to entertain. Have any ideas!?!

~*Emily*~ (Indigobunting14)

Oh, could you visit my blog, or the blog I share with my sister?

www.homeschoolbogger.com/indigobunting14 (My blog)

www.homeschoolblogger.com/FollowTheRainbow (My shared blog)

Thanks!

The Open Book (Chapter eight) (TNT)

Thu, 29 Nov 2007 20:59:00 -0600

But first, we need to grab some supplies from my house, follow me. Destiney said.

They ran to her house, and they saw her parents car. What, they are not supposed to be home yet! Destiney said. We have no time, we'll climb up the window then I gues. she said. Lead the way. James said. They climbed up the tree, and bust the window open. Won't they notice a broken window? James asked. Yeah, but we have bigger problems! she said.

She grabbed her pocket knife, duck tape, gist wrap, binoculars, and some water. "Knock, knock" they heard on her door.

Is anyone here? her mom asked. They jumped out the window and ran as fast as they could. They were finally near the Smith's house. they hid in the bushes and said, So, what do we do now? James asked. Follow me. she said. Are we winging it? he asked. Umm, I think we have to, so I just brought this, incase! she said.

If you liked it, read my next entry! Thanks!

-Leslie

Step Into a New Season by Emily--indigobunting14

Wed, 21 Nov 2007 11:00:00 -0600

This was an essay that I had to do for school about two months ago, but I just now decided to post it. I have to write another essay over thanksgiving break. I have NO idea what to do it on though. I'm supposed to write an informal essay that is written mostly to entertain, not to inform. (Doesn't go along with the name very well does it?)

Step into a new season

Fall is a most enjoyable time of the year. With bright colors all around, coolness in the air, fresh smells of harvest, and excitement of another season to enjoy. People have their own way of how to delight in a new season, walking in the woods, sitting on the porch with a good book in hand, or just standing outside using each of their senses to take in as much of the season as possible. I personally like to do all of them, and that is just what I had in mind for this beautiful day after school.

“Mom, can I go for a walk in the woods?” I asked excitedly. Mom looked up from the delicious smelling chocolate chip cookies she was baking, “Sure, just take the dogs with you.” “Okay, I will,” I hollered hurrying down the hall. I opened the closet door to get my light blue jacket, made a quick stop to get my camera, sketchbook and a pencil, and then quickly ran outside. “Sesna,” I called to my Australian Shepherd puppy, who came scampering to me, along with my Border Collie, Cheyenne, wagging her tail intently. I reached down to rub them, and then stood up and started toward the path in the woods, the dogs trailing close behind me.

Not far into the woods, I heard the leaves crunching behind me; I looked around to see my black and white cat, Libby. “Hey, Libby,” I called softly. As I kneeled to pick her up, she rubbed her soft, furry head gently against my face. I decided to carry her with me, so I put my sketchbook under my arm, put the pencil in my pocket, and resumed walking. When we reached the woods, I looked around slowly to take in the details of the picturesque scene that lay before me, a leaf-covered path surrounded by large, towering trees splashed with color. I set Libby down, carefully retrieved my camera from the black case that was resting at my side, and snapped a picture. Returning the camera to its case, I picked up Libby, and we continued to my favorite spot in the woods where I like to draw and reflect. There I saw some beautiful yellow wild flowers that I wanted to sketch. I sat down, got out my pencil, opened my sketchbook and promptly began to draw. When I finished, I looked at the picture and then back at the flowers. Pleased with my outcome, I stroked Sesna and Cheyenne, gathered my things, and headed for home, thinking about what to do tomorrow to enjoy the new season.

Fall, being not as hot as summer, but not as cold as winter, is a delightful time of year. Smells, sounds, sights, tastes, and touch, each contribute to making this new season special and different from the others. Whether relaxing or working, walking or sitting, seeing or listing, how to enjoy the new season differs from person to person. As you can see, I like to do anything and everything I can to experience this new season.

So, how did I do? I haven't sent it to my aunt yet, so I don't really have a grade for it right now. I send all of my reports and things like that to her since she is a retired school teacher.

Emily--indigobunting14

The Open Book (Chapter Seven) (TNT)

Wed, 21 Nov 2007 08:40:00 -0600

They pointed a loaded gun at Destiney, though she is only fifteen! Micheal raced out, grabbed the guns, burned them with the ferness, and said, What have you done with James? Who is James? they asked. You know who he is, bring him to me! he damanded. HMMMMMMmm........ one of the world's most intelligant scientest, I don't know, maybe we could make a bargian. Mr. Smith said. What can I give you, I have no money! Micheal said. Maybe, a certain robot like thing, like yourself? he said. NO! You can't do that, that is cruel, and, Destiney was inturrupted by Micheal. Give me James, and I am your hostage. he said. Very well then! Boys, the scientest, please. he said. Greg! said James. Greg, I thought you said your name was Micheal? Destiney said. He has a slight lieing problem, that, and he loves the name Micheal. James replied. My name is not Greg, it's Micheal! he said. Is he REALLY from another planet? Destiney asked. Yes, he is! James said. Bye James. Micheal said sadly. Bye, but I am free, you can come home now! he said. No, I may not. I said I would stay, in your place. You two may go free now. said Mr. Smith. They were pushed out and left, devistated.

What are you going to do? Destiney asked. I have no idea, wing it I gues. James replied. There is no timme for that, I can help, I had to stay in that horrible place for twenty-four hours, and I got to look around. she said. May I help? she asked. I wouldn't dream of turning down any help at this point. he said.

Read my next entry for the next chapter if you liked it! Thanks!

-Leslie

The Open Book (Chapter Six) (TNT)

Tue, 20 Nov 2007 10:58:00 -0600

The twins saw and heard everything, and got out there cell phones. Mom, Dad, the plan is a go, the robot came, he is going to our house right now! they said. Excellent work boys, we'll be home in about 3 minutes and 42 seconds. said Mr. Smith. We'll be there waiting! they said.

Meanwhile, Destiney and Micheal were at the house, searching and searching for James.

We best look upstairs, that is where they said not to go. said Destiney. I believe I have searched there, it is downstairs we must look. he said. Ok. she said.

Just as there search downstairs was about to begin, DING-DONG! You have to go hide, I'll take care of them. Destiney whispered. Will you be ok? asked Micheal. Yes, go. she said. he ran upstairs as fast as his legs would cary him. DING DONG!

Destiney opened the door. Hello Mr. and Mrs. Smith! she said. Hello Destiney. Mrs. Smith said. Suddenely, the windows were sealed, and the door, baricateed, there was not escaping ANYWHERE for either of them.

If you liked it, read my next entry! THanks!

-Leslie

The Open Book (Chapter Five) (TNT)

Tue, 20 Nov 2007 08:25:00 -0600

Nick almost did what the robot like thing saked till Destiney pulled him back. What on earth were you thinking? she asked. Well, he doesn't seem so scary now. they said in unicene. Wait, please, I need to talk to you! said the robot like thing. Go hide, he's to fast, I'll deal with him. Destiney said braveley. But, but, Go! She inturupted.

She paused, took a deap breathe, and faced the robot like thing. What are you? she asked. My people have no name. he replied. Aren't you a robot? she asked. No, but I look like the earth robot, I am actually from a planet not in this uneverse, I lived on a planet without a name, for no one could discribe it's beauty, it is like earth, minus pollution, pavements, and useless things like that. he said. You USED to live? she said. Yes, I now live on earth, with my best friend, James, a human as yourself, well, until he disapeared. All the clues led, to the Smiths, I NEED to have a tour of the house. he said, teering up a bit in loss of his friend. Don't teer up nowm won't you rust? she asled. No, I am not really metal, I can feel, I can eat, I am like a human. he said. Of course I'll give you a tour, but the Smiths may not here about this! she said. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Micheal! he said. Mine is DEstiney! she said while leading the, whatever he was back to the Smiths house.

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-Leslie

Hello! (By Emily--indigobunting14)

Mon, 19 Nov 2007 18:23:00 -0600

I am working on a story, but I have a hard time writing short ones! I tied writing short stories for little kids, but momma said that I would be better at writing novels for teens and pre-teens. I don't know, I wish that I could write more exciting stories, but when I try to write, I fill page after page. When I run out of ideas, I have about 10 pages, I'm writing my words close together, I don't really do paragraphs since their my rough drafts, and it wouldn't be good to end the story there. I have been thinking about what to be when I'm older. I thought that I might want to be a research tech. or something that includes science, but Momma said that I might want to be a writer. I am just afraid of rejection because I personally don't think that my stories are any good, and I am just writing them for fun. One thing I have noticed, is that I have a writer's imagination. I think of how I would like for things to be in my life, and I can seem to just write it down on paper.

I have to go, bye.

Emily--indigobunting14

The Open Book (Chapter four) (TNT)

Mon, 19 Nov 2007 07:00:00 -0600

Wait, what do you mean happening AGIAN? Destiney asked. Well, wev'e heard it before, and mom always said it is the only time to go upstairs, because, Destiney inturuptted. Shh, it is near us! she said faintly.

The stomps came nearer and nearer. Destiney looked around a bit and then whispered; Wait, there is a window right there, a tree right next to it, climb out NOW boys. They did not hesitate, Destiney waited until both of the boys were out of the house, jumped out, grabbed the tree, book in hand, and they ran.

What do we do if it follows us? said Sam scarcely. Run faster! she said. They ran to her house, but just to grab her cell phone which she forgot to bring, then they were off agian. She was dialing 911, but she didn't know if the police-men could help her with her problem, she had no discription, our picture, our D.N.A sample, nothing but the where-abouts. She turned her head. It looks like a-a ten foot tall robot! Destiney said scarecly. Wait! said the robot like something.

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-Leslie

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~*Dear Poetess*~

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~*Long time, not write *sigh*~

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I always keep my promises, so here's a story

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The Open Book (Chapter eight) (TNT)

Step Into a New Season by Emily--indigobunting14

The Open Book (Chapter Seven) (TNT)

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Hello! (By Emily--indigobunting14)

The Open Book (Chapter four) (TNT)

~Dear Poetess~

~Long time, not write sigh*~