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<description>I am a 11 year old girl who LOVES to write!I hope you enjoy the stories that I will post here. I have another blog that I get on everyday. It is /booklover.
Please comment so I can see who visits.
Amy</description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 13 Mar 2009 21:22:00 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>Another unfishished story</title>
<description>I found this story in the drafts in my list of entries... What a weird place to keep it! LOL! First, I wrote an &quot;about me&quot; (me is the main character), and then I &quot;started&quot; the first chapter... Here is the about me:


My name is Erika Lou Maybury. I absolutely despise my name. Erika is okay, but Lou? Its awful!&amp;nbsp; 
I'm 11 years old. I have&amp;nbsp; waist long brown hair that never behaves. Its always flying all over so I usually just give up and leave it down after trying to brush it. I don't wear glasses but I think they look neat. Most of the time I'm a pretty nice girl but when I mad, I'm MAD, and when I'm happy I'm Happy. So you don't want me to get mad. :-)
Ever since I can remember I've loved adventure. The only really exciting thing (it wasn't even that exciting) that happened to me was when I was rock climbing (with ropes and everything).&amp;nbsp; I was going up a really steep rock and I had just ducked under a tree branch when my rope broke and I fell against the tree. I knew if I moved I'd fall so I stayed there until my brother Jeff came and helped me.&amp;nbsp; He is 16. Jeff is very protective of me and we are very close. 
Then there is my 15 year-old sister, Courtney, who is always carrying a mirror around to admire herself, and can't ever find the good side of things. She can only find the bad side. It gets annoying sometimes... I don't like her as much as I do Jeff, but sometimes she can be a lot of fun. That is, when she gets rid of her mirror and starts looking at the good side of things!
I usually don't mind being the youngest but sometimes when people say that I'm &quot;too little&quot; to do this or that, I get mad. I'm not little! I'm 5 feet and 8 inches tall--tall for my age. 
I know I said the ONLY thing that was exciting that happened to me was when my rope broke but I guess I forgot about this:
(you can read about &quot;this&quot; when I post the first chapter )


And here is the &quot;first chapter&quot;. If anyone would like to finish this for me, go ahead!


I awoke one morning and I felt like something unusual was going to happen. Then I noticed that something unusual was happening! I was shrinking!!! In a few minutes I was only about 5 inches tall instead of 5 feet tall! Now I'm the size of the Littles! (The Littles is a series written by John Lawrence Peterson) I always wondered what it was like to be this size and now I'll find out. Then I noticed that my surroundings where changing too! In a few seconds I was inside this room with little furniture and my family was there too but they were the same size as me. 
&quot;Wow! Its like we went and visited the Little's house! I always wanted to do this!&quot; I exclaimed.
&quot;It might be exciting to you Erika, but you are only 11 and I bet you haven't even though of any things that could be bad about this. For one, how are we going to get big again, and two, we don't know anything about our surroundings. We might be in grave danger!&quot; retorted my sister Courtney.</description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 13 Mar 2009 21:22:00 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>Noodle Earth</title>
<description>This is a story that I started a loooooong time ago, and I'm never planning on finishing it, because I don't write mysteries very well... It probably has a lot of grammer mistakes, and spelling mistakes, but ignore those... :-) As you will see, it ends quite suddenly... If anyone wants to, they can write more to it and let me know!

  
Noodle Earth
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Chapter 1
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This is was not home! The grass (which looked like noodles) was orange and in the sky I saw two flying dogs (with arms that looked like noodles)! Where was I? I wondered.
&amp;ldquo;Hello,&amp;rdquo; I shouted, hoping someone that understood English would hear me. No one answered but a few minutes later, when I almost started panicking I heard a tractor coming my way. I jumped up and down in the grass waving my arms and yelling as loud as I could. Success! The man driving the tractor had seen me and had started to come my way! As the tractor neared me, I saw that the man looked strange! He had a square face and purple hair. Also his nose was above his eyes! I hoped that wherever I was, they did not care about manners. How was I supposed to keep from staring? When the tractor reached me, the man jumped down and said &amp;ldquo;Hi April.&amp;rdquo;
How did he know my name? I wondered. This place was really weird! &amp;ldquo;Hi,&amp;rdquo; I said. &amp;ldquo;Could you please tell me where I am?&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;Sure. You are on an unknown planet named Noodle World!&amp;rdquo;
Now that he mentioned the word &amp;ldquo;noodle&amp;rdquo;, I noticed that his arms and legs were noodles too! 
&amp;ldquo;How did I get here and why is everything made of noodles and why do you look so strange and how did you know my name and who are you?&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;Slow down!&amp;rdquo; exclaimed the man in a voice that sounded like a laugh but his mouth was shaped like a frown so I did not know if he was mad or happy! &amp;ldquo;I can only answer your questions one at a time! I do not know how you got here. There have been other people that look like you, that have shown up in the very same strange manner. Since they did not know how to leave, they still live here. No one knows why everything is made of noodles, but we found a sign, by the lake that said when we unlock the mystery of how people show up here, we will all be able to leave and it will also lead us to another hidden sign that tells us why every thing is made of noodles.&amp;rdquo;
Before he could go on, I exclaimed, &amp;ldquo;I do not want to stay here for ever! You have to solve the mystery!&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;Oh, I am sure you will like it here. Every one else thought the same thing but now they like it! You will to. I knew your name only because I am a Noodlite. When we see a person, we automatically know their name. Once you have been here for a year, you will have the same ability as all of us. And last of all, my name is Mark.&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;Mark! That does not sound strange at all!&amp;rdquo; &amp;ldquo;I thought you would have strange name!&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;Every one that lives here has non-strange name. We all came here just like you and then after we had been here a while, we noticed that we were changing!&amp;rdquo; Mark explained. &amp;ldquo;We better get back into town. This is my field that you showed up in. I bet your hungry!&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;I sure am. I can&amp;rsquo;t wait to meet some more people and hear more about this place. I am especially interested in the mystery!&amp;rdquo; I said as he helped me up onto the tractor.
I decided that these people were friendly and that they would help me. 
&amp;ldquo;Are there any children my age?&amp;rdquo; I asked. Before he answered I added, &amp;ldquo; I&amp;rsquo;m 10.&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;Yes. There are quite a few. You see, they have lived here all their lives because they were born here. Right now our neighbor is pregnant!&amp;rdquo; Where am I going to stay? I wondered. Just then, as if Mark could read my mind he said, &amp;ldquo;You can stay at my house. I have an extra room and two girls that you can play with.&amp;rdquo; 
&amp;ldquo;Thank you very much. You are very kind,&amp;rdquo; I said. Then I saw that we were nearing the town. When we were close enough, I saw that the fences were made of noodles. I could&amp;rsquo;ve guessed that! I thought. Pretty soon we were at Mark&amp;rsquo;s house. He helped me down off the tractor, and lead me to the door of the house. He opened the door and walked in motioning me to follow.&amp;nbsp; As soon as the two girls heard their daddy open the door, they bounded down the stairs and ran to give him hug. His wife did so more slowly though. After all the greetings, he introduced me to the family. 
&amp;ldquo;This my wife, Megan McCormick and my two girls Melissa who is 12 and May who is 10.&amp;rdquo; &amp;ldquo;Ladies, this is April.&amp;nbsp; She just showed up in my field like all the other people did.
&amp;ldquo;Hi!&amp;rdquo; I said not knowing what else to say.
&amp;ldquo;Hello,&amp;rdquo; said May &amp;ldquo;Follow me and will show your room.&amp;rdquo;
Not knowing what else to do I said &amp;ldquo;Thank you&amp;rdquo; to Mark and followed May to the bedroom.
 
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Chapter 2
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&amp;ldquo;This is delicious!&amp;rdquo; I said. We were eating supper. &amp;ldquo;Tell me more about the signs.&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;Well I have told you all that I know, but after supper I can take you to the first man that ever landed here. He knows more than any of the people that live here, because he discovered the sign. He is three hundred and fifty years old!&amp;rdquo; 
&amp;ldquo;Three hundred and fifty years old!
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<pubDate>Wed, 11 Mar 2009 17:53:00 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>Madame Pompadour</title>
<description> I thought it was about time for a new post... I wrote this carachter sketch for school last week. I might make another one sometime this week. 

Madame Pompadour: If you walked up to Madame P., you would see a lady with curly gray hair, dangling earings, and a pearl necklace around her neck. She never wears any different jewelry. 
She loves poodles so much that she treats them like humans! She will hold parties for her dogs and invite all their favorite poodle friends. She even had her servants dig 158 tunnels under her winter hideaway in Minneapolis so that she could walk her dogs without them having to endure the frigid weather. (I personally think that she had them dug so she wouldn&amp;rsquo;t have to endure the coldness) 
Madame P. eats plenty of all the finest foods (maybe that is why she is so plump&amp;hellip;) and she always shares generous portions with her poodles. She claims they have delicate stomachs so they can&amp;rsquo;t eat dog food. Her 50 poodles sit at the table with her in special chairs designed by her personal inventor, Freddie Fandango! 
You can&amp;rsquo;t her call house a house, and be telling the truth. Her &amp;ldquo;house&amp;rdquo; is a mansion. A palace! It&amp;rsquo;s filled with moving walkways, elevators, escalator, servants here, and servants there, all of whom come running at the ring of a bell, and of course, poodles here and poodles there. In every room she has dog beds and toys, and each of her dogs get a personal servant (aren&amp;rsquo;t they spoiled???).
When most people hear of her they think she is a snob but she is one of the nicest people in her town! She loves children and will pass out treats of all kinds to them. The children love her, too, and her poodles of course, so everyday after school they all go flocking to her mansion, which they call Madame P.&amp;rsquo;s Poodle Palace. </description>
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<pubDate>Mon,  8 Dec 2008 18:09:00 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>Treasure!</title>
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Treasure!

&quot;Jimmy? Can you please go out side and dig some holes for our new trees? Daddy  has been too busy to do it and you've been wanting to use the new shovel, so here  is your chance,&quot; Mrs. Fisher asked her nine year-old son.
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Sure Mom! I'll go  do that right now!&quot; exclaimed Jimmy. He quickly put on his shoes and ran out  side. Soon he was happily digging away. Suddenly his shovel hit something hard!  Jimmy had a big imagination so his first though was I bet it's treasure!  Probably some pirates hid a treasure chest and meant to come find it but  something happened, so it's still here! He didn't even stop to think about the  fact that pirates weren't in Colorado. Jimmy started to dig extra fast and soon  he had a great big hole. But to his disappointment, his &quot;treasure&quot; was only a big  rock. 
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When Jimmy went in to eat lunch he told his mom all about it.  
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Oh well, maybe you'll find treasure someday. Dad wanted me to go pick  up one more tree for the back yard. Would you mind digging the hole  later?&quot;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;No, I don't mind. I had lots of fun. Maybe I'll find treasure  this time! Real treasure and not a rock. Can I come with you?&quot; asked Jimmy. He  loved to go to Home Depot where they got the trees, but they didn't go  very often. 
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Actually, I think that you have some chores to do that  should have been done earlier. Am I right?&quot;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Yes, Mommy, I still have chores  to do. Thanks for reminding me. I'll do them while you are gone. That way I can  dig right when you get back,&quot; replied Jimmy, slightly disappointed that he  couldn't go, even though he knew that he should have gotten his chores done  earlier.
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Okay, I'll see you later!&quot; Mrs. Fisher called as she walked out  the door.
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Jimmy went and gathered all the trash cans to empty them, and  when he was done with that he got out the vacuum so he could vacuum his room.  After that he did a few other things around the house and sat down in a chair  with his favorite book. 
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In about a half hour his mom pulled into the  drive way. Jimmy ran out to meet her. 
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Can I dig now?&quot; asked Jimmy  bouncing around his mother. 
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;No, I'm sorry but Dad wanted to take you  out for ice cream,&quot; his mother said. &quot;You can dig right when you get  back.&quot;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;All right! I like ice cream better than digging anyway,&quot; he  exclaimed.
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Jimmy enjoyed his ice cream tremendously, and then as soon as  he got home he grabbed the shovel and started to dig. He noticed that his mother  had already started a little hole where he was supposed to put the big tree.  This time when his shovel hit something hard he didn't get excited because he  was afraid it would be a rock again. But this time he wasn't disappointed! &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  It was a treasure chest! He saw a key tied to it and quickly opened it  up. Inside it was a new game he had wanted for a while, and some chocolate  bars.
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;MOM! Come look at this!!!&quot;Jimmy yelled and ran inside. &quot;Some  pirates left a treasure chest with just the things I wanted in it!&quot;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Wow!  How exciting!&quot; Jimmy's mom said. Then Jimmy noticed a little twinkle in his  mom's eye, and he said, &quot;Did you put that out there?&quot; But his mom never did tell  him.
The End</description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 17 Sep 2008 20:18:00 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>Writing Challenge #3</title>
<description>I didn't participate in #2 and in #1 I pulled something old out so here is #3 of http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/YoungWriters4Jesus/. (there is a writing challenge every week.)
This week is to, well, go read it your self. There is the link right above.

How to make a quesadilla.

Ingredients:
2 tortillas
butter
re-fried beans
ham/turkey
cheese
any other toppings

Utensils:
Paper plate
knife
pan
spatula (the flipping kind :-)

Instructions:
Take two tortillas and butter them both, scraping the butter off so you only have a really thin layer. Then put the buttered sides together. Put them on the paper plate. Then take some re-fried beans and spread them on the top of the tortilla. Then take some ham and put it on top of the beans, and then do the same with the cheese. If you want to put anything else like green onions on, do it now. Then get out your frying pan and put it on the stove. Turn on the heat and let it warm up. Then take the top tortilla (the one with all the toppings) and put it on the stove. Then just put the other one on top butter faced up. Cook until brown on each side, flipping with your spatula. Then cut it and enjoy it!

If you&amp;nbsp; look at a real cook book instead of my blog, it might turn out a little better :-)</description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 16 Sep 2008 17:56:00 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>August 1, 2008---Day 4</title>
<description>In History/Geography I had to find out what continent 45&amp;deg; north laditude and 105&amp;deg;west longitude went through. That was so much fun. I had to do two of those and twp &quot;what ocean does it go through.
I had soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much fun.</description>
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<pubDate>Fri,  1 Aug 2008 15:05:00 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>July 31, 2008---Day 3</title>
<description>Today I learned that if you put your mind to it, you can get school done in a short time.</description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 31 Jul 2008 15:12:00 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>July 30th, 2008---Day 2</title>
<description>Its only 10:45 and I'm done with school!!!
Yesterday, I was still doing it after lunch! But last night I decided I would have a good day of school day today and I did.
History/Geography was definitely my favorite subject. I learned about the hemispheres.&amp;nbsp; There are 4--southern, western, northern, and eastern. A hemisphere is half of the earth. Today was a good day. I didn't even mind typing or math!
In Math, I learned how we got our yard, inch, and foot. The foot of the great French King Charlemange's was how we got the foot. We got the yard from Henry I of England. The length from the tip of his nose to his finger tip was a yard. They had to adjust the length of the foot to fit it evenly into a yard. Interesting, huh?</description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 30 Jul 2008 21:29:00 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>July 29th, 2008---Day 1</title>
<description>Today was the first day of school. I think that my favorite subject was History/Geography. My least favorite subject was typing. 
In History/Geography I learned about maridians. The are imaginary lines on the earth that run north and south.</description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 30 Jul 2008 21:26:00 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>New Category</title>
<description>I'm starting a new category here. Its called my School Journal. Everyday after I'm done I have to write at least one paragraph in my notebook. I've decided to post it here.
You might not be interested at all but it gives me something to post here. 
Amy</description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 30 Jul 2008 21:25:00 -0500</pubDate>
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