* Sep. 13, 2009
New Story
I will be writing my new story really soon! Hailey and I are going to come up with names today, and then I'll get to it! I hope ya'll will like it!
Blessings,
Taylor
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* Aug. 24, 2009
Orc Chase
Here is a story I wrote, I hope you enjoy it! It's, as my sister would say, different'n'special.
Orc Chase
“Get out of the way!” A cry emerged from the hustle and bustle of the traffic on Route 66. Suddenly, almost out of no where, came a grey minivan, the tires squealing on the road. It swerved past every car it could, and the ones it didn’t swerve past, it drove on top of.
Who was this reckless driver? None other than an orc, escaped right out of the pages of The Lord of the Rings.
This particular orc was roaming about Middle Earth, having gotten lost from Isengard, when he came across Rivendell. He was not all that interested in visiting or pillaging Rivendell, but he was interested to see if the magic of elves could get him into another world. So, after taking Elrond captive, he drew out a rough sketch of a busy street with cars on it. Elrond was forced to say a few words of elf magic, and as soon as he did, the orc was whisked into our own world.
“Ugh,” said the orc, “I don’t like this place one bit. It’s full of horrible machines on wheels that move much to fast! And there are no orcs here, only men!” The orc, hating every moment of his time there, looked around to see if Elrond was still there, but he was no where in sight. “Oh well, I’ll just try to have a little fun here!”
So, after running forty seven miles on the interstate and getting of on an exit, he walked around and found many shops there. Fast food restaurants, movie rentals, gas stations, all sorts of buildings. This may not seem like anything special to you, but if you were an orc who was never used to seeing anything but the tower of Barad-dur or the Black Gate, you would be pretty amazed at this sight as well.
Immediately, his eyes looked towards a car dealership. He was intrigued by the look of it, so he ran towards it. He went inside, and saw dozens and dozens of cars against the wall. He thought to himself, “I can have some fun with this.”
So, he yelled out, “Which one of you is in charge here?”
The whole building went silent. Hesitantly, a tall man shuffled forward and stammered, “Um…um…I….I am…sir.”
“Well then see here mister,” replied the menacing orc, as he drew his rough sword, “You give me one of these here things on wheels, and I WON’T kill you!”
“Yes…yes…al…alright…sir. I…I’ll just…just give you the…the keys to which…whichever one you…you want.”
“Stop your babbling man, and show me all that you have!”
The car dealer had never expected something so terrifying to happen in his business, other than the occasional customer who would throw something out of the window because of the high prices. With fear pouring out of him like sweat, he showed the orc every car he had.
The orc eventually chose a grey minivan, because it looked the most sturdy and ready for battle (in case he would run in to such a thing along the way).
“Well sir,” the orc said, “Thank you kindly. I’ll just be going then!” And with that, the orc put the car in drive and rammed though the wall like a driving expert.
As soon as the Middle-Earthian was out of the building, the car dealer called the police, and told them that a mad orc had broken in to his business, stolen a car, and was headed down Route 66. The police didn’t think this possible, and orc in The United States? Impossible! However, being the police, the still got in their cars and drove off.
The orc floored the gas pedal, and drove straight through the drive-thru of MacDonald’s, and rushed onto the highway, his sword still in hand.
He finally reached Route 66, and decided to start ramming into all of the other cars that got in his way. CRASH! he bumped into one. BANG! into another. Going faster and faster, crashing more and more cars, went the orc.
He was about to crash into another car, when he heard a loud piercing noise. He looked in his mirrors, and saw more cars with flashing lights on top of them. He grew rather envious, wishing he had stolen a car like one of those. He was almost tempted to pull over and ask one of the men where they got one, but suspicion grew in his mind that these were no friends of his.
He swerved and crashed, ran over cars and spun a few donuts on the highway, trying to throw of the police, but it was no use, these police knew all of the car chase tricks in the book. Realizing that he wasn’t going to get them off of his tail, the orc decided to do something that was NOT from the book.
Quickly, he rolled down his window, slowed down so he could get right beside one of the cars, put down his sword, got out his bow and arrow, and tried to shot the police. What he didn’t know is that his car was swerving out of control, and that the police car windows were made out of bullet proof glass, which meant arrow proof aswell.
Suddenly, the orc’s car went out of control, swerved off of the road, and hit a tree. Desperate to get away from the police, he ran into the forest off of the side of the road.
The policed dashed into the forest, in hope of finding him, but as much as they looked, he could not be found by anyone. That next day, a newspaper article appeared:
A car chase happened on Route 66 yesterday. He ran into the woods and has not been seen since. Luckily, no one was hurt in the chase, but many cars were damaged. Some locals, including a car dealer, believes the culprit was an orc, come strait from Middle Earth, but others believe it was just a deer gone loose.
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* Aug. 17, 2009
Good News!
I have good news! I have thought of a new idea for a story to write! I will also post the short story I have been working on, but I now have an idea for a very long story! Okay, that's all!
Blessings,
Taylor
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* Jul. 30, 2009
Um...
Just letting ya'll know, I am no longer going to be writing the story I have been working on. I can't seem to do any good to it, and I have no clue at one point in it what is supposed to happen. So, Untitled is dead. I will be posting a short story on here soon though, and I hope ya'll will enjoy it!
Blessings,
Taylor
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* Jun. 17, 2009
Writing Tips
Hello! Sorry if you have been waiting for a story, my next chapter is almost done, and I will post it when it is finished being edited.
My mom found a website with daily writing tips, so I put it on my sidebar. That's all!
God Bless,
Taylor
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* May. 28, 2009
New Template
iDesign made me a new template, and I love it! Thanks so much Willow!!! She also made me a signature!
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* May. 15, 2009
A Poem
This is a poem I wrote when I had absolutely nothing else to do at the moment. It's not especially good, but oh well.
A Poem
This is a poem,
And I don’t know why
I’m writing this poem,
It’s more than I
Can tell you now,
I have nothing to do,
Oh, I must practice guitar,
Good day to you!
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* May. 8, 2009
Untitled: Chapter One
Here is the first chapter of one of my stories. I don't have a title for it yet, but oh well. Enjoy! Oh, and does anyone know of a safe copyright site that I can use tp protect this blog?
Right now the word count is at 2,205.
Chapter One
Tristan stood at the edge of the ship, and stared out at the dark, endless, grey, icy, dreary waters. The chunks of ice floating in the sea looked as though they were big enough to bring a ship of any size down, but the captain assured Tristan that he had sailed though worse waters, and said that those pieces of ice were like miniscule ice cubes compared to the icebergs he had seen.
Everywhere around him was grey. The water, the ship, the sky, the crew member’s uniforms, even the ice, was grey. Being on the ship for just a day around all the grey would drive you mad. It did drive Tristan mad, but he showed no sign of it to anyone.
Besides the grey, what also would drive Tristan insane was the fact that there was no land in sight. None. There was nothing but water as far as even the sharpest eyes could see. This had been his life for the past week.
This dull scenery would have brought his spirits down immensely, if he had any happiness in him at that moment. Why exactly were they doing this again; leaving their home, and their parents, with only enough money to last them a month, and heading towards a place that they had never heard of, let alone been to? Trying to remember that was like trying to recall a dream, a dream that told yourself while you were still sleeping that you would remember, but didn’t as soon as you woke up.
But finally, Tristan did remember. He remembered why they were leaving without their parents, why they were leaving at all.
It was the night his parents called a family meeting that he recalled. The fireplace lit up, glowing and warm, father and mother sitting on one couch, the older children on the other, and the younger ones on the floor.
“Your mother and I have something very important to tell you,” Father had said, “and it involves all of us. You all know that things are going quite slowly where I work; not much is being built, no one really needs any new buildings. Well, because of this, I am not making any amount of money that could fit our needs. But the little money that I am making is not enough to support us; there isn’t enough for food, electricity, and certainly not enough to pay for the house.
“Well, I have been searching for a job, and I, luckily, have found one, but it is very, very far away from where we live now. We would have to take a ship to get there. But, there is another setback. We have so little money, that we don’t have enough to send all of us there at once. You eight will have to go before us. It isn’t what we wanted; to send you all away without us, but there is no other choice. We will give you enough money to last the month, which should be more than enough time before we arrive there.
“Darren, Tristan, Abigail, you must take care of the younger ones while you are over there. Your mother and I trust that you can look after them. You will be leaving in a week.”
At this point he stopped. Mother, Jana, Eleanor, and Abigail had tears in their eyes, and Peter and William looked as if they were about to. Darren and Tristan, being the oldest, did not cry. They couldn’t cry, they had to be strong; strong for their siblings, strong for their parents, strong for themselves.
Tristan remembered how hard it was for him to get through that horrible week. Knowing they were leaving truly pained his heart. Packing all of their belonging to go just increased his heartache. But he knew he couldn’t cry, he needed to show his parents he could handle this, and he didn’t want Darren think of him as a child. Also, his younger siblings to look up to him, and didn’t think they would look up to him anymore if he showed any sign of sadness. So, no matter how much he wanted to burst out into tears, he didn’t, he wouldn’t, but oh, how he desired to, how he needed to.
He then remembered the day they said goodbye to their parents. He and his siblings boarded the ship, some crying, the others comforting. The memory was so foggy to him, as though it had happened years and years ago, and he was thankful that it was like a dream to him, he couldn’t bear the bitter reality.
A sudden rush of cold air brought him out of his daydreams. He sighed, and looked around for any of his brothers or sisters. When he didn’t see any of them, he guessed they were all in their room, and headed towards there, his dark brown hair being tossed in every direction along the way.
Opening the door, he found everyone but Darren in the small grey bedroom; Jana and Jonathan talking to each other, Peter looking out of one of the round window, William reading a book he had brought along with him, Rebecca daydreaming, her head in the clouds and Abigail just sitting.
“Where is Darren?” Tristan asked.
Abigail replied, “He went to get us some dinner from the ship’s kitchen.”
Everyone in the room had a depressed look about there face. No one said much for quite some time after that. They just sat, thinking about what lay ahead of them. At first they thought to themselves, “I will never be happy. How can I be happy, when there is so much sadness surrounding me? This ship is sadness, this room is sadness. No, I will never be happy again, I know it.”
Then, they heard something that sounded like a knock on the door. William opened the door to find Darren. Well, he didn’t exactly find him, because he couldn’t see Darren, his face was hidden by bowls piled on top of one another.
“Um, could I get a little help?” he asked from behind the dishes. They all laughed a little and the boys helped him with the tower of bowls. What everyone loved about Darren was he had a sense of humor and almost never lost his temper, even if he was frustrated or stressed. Also, he tried to cheer up anyone that needed a little bit of happiness. Tristan and the twins were most attached to him.
Darren was a young man of twenty-three. He had dark, wavy hair, like the rest of his siblings. His eyes were icy blue, friendly and inviting. It was his personality everyone enjoyed most. He was kind and outgoing. Making people laugh was a good quality of his. Not only would this quality cheer others up, it cheered him up as well. Tristan always thought Darren did this to hide what he was really feeling.
“What are we having this time? Another type of soup, I have no doubt,” Rebecca remarked.
“You would be right, clam chowder this time. That is, if you consider watered-down cream with a couple of clams thrown in to be soup,” answered Darren. Everyone laughed again and began to eat. Meals were the only time the siblings were ever happy, because it was the only time they were together and talking with each other. During meals, their minds were distracted from what happened, and what was going to happen.
“So,” said Darren, “I met up with the captain of the ship, and he says that it won’t be long now until we land. If we’re lucky, we’ll get there in two days.”
“Are we really close to land? Or is the captain just trying to get our hopes up for nothing?” asked Peter, who was a perfect pessimist.
“No, what he is actually trying to do is convince you that we’ll land safely ashore, but when you have your back turned, he’ll throw you overboard and you’ll never be seen again!”
“Oh, be quiet Will, I was being serious! Is it really true Darren? I feel like I’ve been living on this ship my whole life. I would hate to think that we’ll actually be on here for another week. I’d rather be thrown overboard.” No one dared laugh at this, because everyone knew Peter was one hundred percent true.
“Yes, we’ll finally be getting on to firm ground. But don’t exaggerate, we’ve haven’t been on this ship for a week.”
“Well then, I really need to straighten up my bunk, it’s rather…messy,” commented Rebecca, who had made herself rather at home, and took the liberty of unloading everything in her suitcase onto her bunk.
Because the family didn’t have much money, the parents couldn’t afford to give them a large room with enough beds for all of them. The most beds they could get were three bunk beds. So, Abigail, being the oldest girl shared a bunk with the youngest girl, Jana, and Darren, the oldest of the boys, shared his with the youngest boy, Jonathan.
After a long silence, Abigail asked, “Jana, Johnny, what’s wrong? You haven’t said anything all day except to each other.”
“Oh, it’s… it’s nothing really. Just…just that...” Jana didn’t finish, she just started sobbing.
Abigail went over and hugged her and stroked her hair. “It will all be okay, nothing is going to happen to us. God is looking out for you, and me, and all of us. He knows what is going on, and what will occur. Whatever goes on, He’s there, it doesn’t matter what goes on, He’s there, and He’s looking out for us.”
Everyone suddenly froze. They didn’t realize it until just then, because they didn’t think about it, but what Abigail said was true. Whatever they were going though, they just needed to trust God that it would all turn out alright in the end, no matter what they would face.
“You’re right. I’ll trust Him. I’ll be brave for Him,” Jana sniffed, wiping away her tears.
“That’s right. Now, just keep that thought in your head. And, keep this in mind; whenever this ship lands, we’re all getting some hot chocolate. We’ll all need some, it’s freezing outside.” Abigail smiled at her little sister, and Jana smiled back. “Jonathan, do you have anything you want to say?”
“Um…I just want some more soup, please.”
After that, Jana and Jonathan were much happier and more talkative with their older siblings. They were cheerful, which was something they never thought they would be.
Quite a few hours later, when everyone but Tristan and Darren were asleep, they started talking to each other.
“What are we going to do about a place to live when we get there?” asked Tristan, whispering to make sure he didn’t wake up anyone, “I mean, did Dad tell you anything about a house before we left Darren?”
Yes, he told me there was a boarding house, and he gave me the address. Apparently, they should be expecting us. Dad talked with them on one of his trips, and they should be good, kind, trustworthy people running it.”
“Alright, it’s always nice to know we have a place to go. And, um, Dad gave you money to pay for it until they get here?”
“He gave me enough to last us a month there, and he said he and Mom should be arriving there in about two weeks.”
“Okay. Sorry about all the questions, I just feel more comfortable knowing these kinds of things, if you know what I mean.”
Darren looked at his brother and smiled. “I know. Tell you what; I won’t keep any secrets from you from now on. You know, I’ve always thought of you as my little brother who followed me everywhere, but that’s not the case anymore, is it?”
“Well, I guess not. But I’m still going to follow you around sometimes,” Tristan laughed. “That was great news about the ship landing soon, wasn’t it? If I had to stay on it for a week more, I think I would be driven out of my senses. What about you; what would you be like if you had to stay on here for another week? What do you think the others would do?”
“Um, let's see... I would probably try to distract myself my seeing if I could sneak down to where the captain steers the ship…"
“Darren!”
“It’s true, and you know it! Now, let’s see, you just said you would be driven mad, and good gracious, I know I wouldn’t want to be around you when that would happen. Abigail would…still be Abigail; she keeps a cool head about everything. William, oh, that’s a tough one. He would probably stay on the ship the rest of his life, not believing it is on land. Rebecca would start screaming. Oh, that ear-piercing scream,” he cringed as he spoke about that scream, “Peter already told you he would jump overboard, John would drive everyone else mad by asking too many questions, and Jana would be like Abigail and not do anything to get herself in trouble or to make anyone else annoyed. Okay, I’m tired now, good night Tris.”
