I know it's a bit late to say this, but you may have seen on my Mother's blog (FlashFlood) that she had posted a Happy Birthday message to someone. So I would like to say Happy Birthday to my older brother or the tallest puddle and *goodashoudation* on being 15!
To everyone else,
I'm sorry I haven't posted anything good lately, except for One Girl's writings, but I will soon (hopefully) be posting before Thursday. Do not expect any new post between Thursday and Monday, but tuesday I will be back in action FOR SURE.
Today, for me and many of my school peers, was the last day of school. Tomorrow is clean-up-the-school-day, so not many will be attending. I wish everyone a safe, exciting, joyous, and an unpredictable summer.
Monday, June 26, 2006
Sunday, June 18, 2006
One Girl's Writing 4
Hey everyone and Happy Father's Day! Hopefully you all sent your love to your fathers. I want to say a special thank to my dad on his day. I'll be posting more soon.Thank you all
*Little Puddle*
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Little Puddle - The Interview
My mother, Flood, interviews blogging writers on FlashFlood. I asked to be interviewed because it looked like fun. When and why did you start writing with publishing in mind?
Well, I never really thought about publishing my work, seeing as I'm a seventh grader, but I think I was in grade three when I got into writing. I really don't think I was that good back then, but I had no choice but to read at least a story a week to the rest of the class. In grade four we had a book and each week we would got three different options to write a write a story. In grade five, writing slowed down, but when I got to grade six, we had to write and read aloud a story to the class. Now that I'm in grade seven and the work load is bigger, we don't focus much on writing, so I do it on my own time.
Why do you like to write now if it is not part of the curriculum at school?
I guess because there is always something that has to do with writing going on in my house and I like being a part of it.
What is your genre?
I think my genre is what is on the middle school boys' or girls' mind. Anything that you would think could happen to a normal kid through peer pressure or school work I would most likely write about. I also write some poetry in my spare time when I don't feel motivated to write a 300 word story.
What is your favourite story that you written?
I wrote a story last summer that I really liked and so did my parents and I was really proud of it, but it some how got deleted. I’ve tried re-writing it, but it never seems right.
Tell us about your writing process.
I get an idea, sort of think about what the first sentence is and begin to write.
Do you do any writing by hand?
Most of my poetry is by hand, unless it is for a gift to someone and I would like it to look nice or for a school assignment. I do some stories by hand for rough drafts or when the computer is being used and I don't want to lose the idea.
Do you have a special writing utensil?If you mean things to write with like pencils or pens, then yes. When I write stories, I usually take my computer time and type them up, this way it is better to edit or add or erase things I don't like. If I am writing by hand I like a good sharpened pencil or an inky pen and lined paper.
Do you always finish the stories you start?
No, some of my stories I would write half a page and then delete it and try to start over. I think that is a bad habit because I would read it, think it’s bad and not continue, but I can always make it better by continuing it, right?
Do you know the story from beginning to end before you begin?
I only know the main parts that I want to happen. I think these ideas up when I'm thinking about the topic sentence, but I often change things as I'm writing. If you read my rough draft then my final, you will see that I may have had better ideas than the first and I changed it around.
Do you write sporadically or set aside time regularly?
I guess sporadically (whatever that means). I write when I feel like it. The only time I would set aside, would be during homework time.
Your spelling is very poor. How do you combat that in writing?
Well, I usually use a program that will correct my spelling for me, or if it’s for school I get my English teacher look over it. Pretty lame, eh?
My father is usually still working when I write and my siblings always have something else on their mind so I never ask them for help (sometimes I will ask my father if I need more than one opinion). But seeing as my mother is my mother and she is also writing daily, I go to her for help and inspiration. My mother also, from time to time, asks me for some ideas for her work. I probably wouldn't write if my mother didn't do the same.
Do you currently have a major project on the go?
Yes. I'm working on a sort of 'mini' book. I've got the first chapter done and I'm working on the second. Each week I will be posting a new chapter.
Why do you blog?
I blog because I can write when I want, express myself in different ways and it's a good way to have fun in spare time.
Why did you start?
I started because (1) My mom is a blogger, (2) I had a lot of stories already written (3) I like to write and (4) My mom asked if I wanted a blog and I did. I am not allowed to visit other blogs yet though.
What is your favourite blog entry so far?
'Life Or Friend' because it deals with the pressure of having to tell when someone close to you is doing something to hurt themselves.
What do you like about blogging? What do you hope to gain from it?
What I like about blogging is that many different bloggers can come and comment or make a suggestion. All I hope is that I will continue to blog and maybe be noticed by big people, like authors.
You are an author, you know. You are also a very creative person in many ways. How else do you express yourself?I also paint. I recently painted a picture that was based on my front garden and I handed it in for extra marks in Art class.(Didn't get a mark back yet.) I draw too. I also play bass and I will be beginning formal piano lessons in September. I know a little piano now, but I want to be better.
Where do you hope your writing will go as you grow up?
Um...I guess that I can get better and be good enough to have some of my stories entered into a contest or be in my Mum’s blog. I would like story writing be more in the school curriculum so I can be graded and see how I can improve and be more confident to share my writing with others.
Thanks for taking the time to chat with us. I think your point of view is helpful to remind older writers about why they do what they do.
This was fun. I hope I do remind people of their younger selves.
Sunday, June 11, 2006
How Alneena Got Her Name
Alneena’s name was chosen because of two things. The first meaning ‘beautiful dream’ in Greek and the second is what I’m about to tell you.
Alneena’s mother, Santina who was a mortal, had a dream about her baby growing up and saving the friendship of two girls with the names Alison and Neena. When she woke up, she told her husband, the God of Fairytale Animals, about the dream.
Later, as they were eating dinner, the couple were deciding on a name for their new child. But sadly, they couldn’t think of any good names for their child until the day she was born. Santina remembered her dream about the two girls and put the two names together to get Alneena. Santina didn’t know that name also meant ‘beautiful dream’ in Greek until her husband told her. Alneena has always carried her name proudly.
That is the story about how Alneena the Goddess of Fantasies got her name. Hopefully you will be inspired to ask how you got your name.
Alneena’s mother, Santina who was a mortal, had a dream about her baby growing up and saving the friendship of two girls with the names Alison and Neena. When she woke up, she told her husband, the God of Fairytale Animals, about the dream.
Later, as they were eating dinner, the couple were deciding on a name for their new child. But sadly, they couldn’t think of any good names for their child until the day she was born. Santina remembered her dream about the two girls and put the two names together to get Alneena. Santina didn’t know that name also meant ‘beautiful dream’ in Greek until her husband told her. Alneena has always carried her name proudly.
That is the story about how Alneena the Goddess of Fantasies got her name. Hopefully you will be inspired to ask how you got your name.
Saturday, June 10, 2006
Uh-Oh
I wanted to laugh, but I didn't want to lose sight of him. It's been so long since we've seen each other, but he had no clue that we were at the same school. It was weird. He's in all my classes and I had thought he would remember my name by now, but nothing.
I was in science, sitting beside him. I was going to ask him if he remembered me, if I got the confidence to do so. We said our usual, 'Hello' and 'How's it goin'?'. In the middle of writing a note, I knew that it would bother me if I didn't ask.
"Hey, do you remember me? We were in seventh grade together?"
"Uh...I don't know. What school did you go to?"
"This school. I didn't leave."
"Grade seven. Grade seven." He thought for a minute. "I didn't go to this school in grade seven. I went to JJ Smither's Public Middle School."
"Oh my god. I'm so sorry..." Oh dear. I so did not do that. He so did not tell me that he wasn't the guy I sat behind in seventh grade math. That so did not happen.
I was in science, sitting beside him. I was going to ask him if he remembered me, if I got the confidence to do so. We said our usual, 'Hello' and 'How's it goin'?'. In the middle of writing a note, I knew that it would bother me if I didn't ask.
"Hey, do you remember me? We were in seventh grade together?"
"Uh...I don't know. What school did you go to?"
"This school. I didn't leave."
"Grade seven. Grade seven." He thought for a minute. "I didn't go to this school in grade seven. I went to JJ Smither's Public Middle School."
"Oh my god. I'm so sorry..." Oh dear. I so did not do that. He so did not tell me that he wasn't the guy I sat behind in seventh grade math. That so did not happen.
Friday, June 09, 2006
Alneena, The Goddess Of Fantasies
"If you think you are worthy to be on the Council, you, Alneena, should prove it to me and your father." Zeus’ voice boomed at me. I’m such a little fairy, that almost anybody’s voice booms at me. I was determined to get a seat beside my father. I flew up to my throne, high in the sky.
I’ve done this sort of stuff before, I said to myself, If I did it before, why can’t I do again? I flung off my cloud and flew down to earth to speak with my mortal mother, Santina.
"Mother," I said, gliding down into her kitchen, "Do you know anyone who needs help with their Fantasies?"
"Do you remember the story I told you about the two girls?" Before I was born, my Mother had a dream about two girls I would help in the future. Could this be that future time that I was supposed to help those girls? I told my Mother about being on the Council and having to prove myself to Zeus.
"Well, you are the 9th most powerful Goddess in the Palace of Olympus, you know. I don’t think you’ll have any trouble finding someone that needs help." My Mother was wrong, or so I thought at the time. The first thing I did was set out to find those two girls, Alison and Neena.
Before I found the girls, I helped at least 37 mortals that had minor Fantasy problems. I found a school yard full of kids, I found Alison and Neena arguing about who’s the better singer and who would be famous first. This is what I have to fix? I said to myself. I first I didn’t think it would need that much thinking, but then I realized that it would take a lot of thinking.
I flew back to my throne in the sky. They're best friends. I can’t do something that will make things worst. Who knows how long they’ve been fighting for. I only see their Fantasies. Then, it hit me. What if I made it so that one of them could have a Fantasy and fall in love with something else? Like, maybe guitars? That would work!
That night, I went to Neena’s house. She was asleep. My little body allowed me to sneak in through the open crack of her window. With a flick of my wand and some dreamy words that rhyme with guitar, Neena was having a nice Fantasy about being a professional guitar player.
On the school yard the next day, Neena and Alison were talking about Alison singing and Neena being her guitarist. I was so happy that I was able to help to best friends that I almost forgot to go talk to Zeus about what had happened.
"King Zeus," I said hoping not to get a booming voice, but, you know.
"Alneena, I have been watching you from my throne all day and yesterday. Why did you go to your mother?" Why as King Zeus asking that?
"Um...Because I always go to my mother when I have a problem. Don’t your sons do that, sire?"
"Yes they do, I was just wondering. How did you know about Alison and Neena?"
"Before I was born, my mother had a dream about them and me helping them when I was older and I thought that the future then, was the present today."
"Well answered. You were smart to make one of the girls to be interested in something that was connected to what the other girl was interested in."
"Thank you, sire." I was getting scared that I would have to do something use to get a seat on the Council.
"I believe you have done well enough to get that seat beside your father on the council." He finished with a big smile.
"Oh! Thank you, sire! Thank you!" I couldn’t wait to tell my father, but since my mother was the one that helped me, I would have to tell her first. What do you know? I can even make my Fantasies come true too! I deserve that seat.
I’ve done this sort of stuff before, I said to myself, If I did it before, why can’t I do again? I flung off my cloud and flew down to earth to speak with my mortal mother, Santina.
"Mother," I said, gliding down into her kitchen, "Do you know anyone who needs help with their Fantasies?"
"Do you remember the story I told you about the two girls?" Before I was born, my Mother had a dream about two girls I would help in the future. Could this be that future time that I was supposed to help those girls? I told my Mother about being on the Council and having to prove myself to Zeus.
"Well, you are the 9th most powerful Goddess in the Palace of Olympus, you know. I don’t think you’ll have any trouble finding someone that needs help." My Mother was wrong, or so I thought at the time. The first thing I did was set out to find those two girls, Alison and Neena.
Before I found the girls, I helped at least 37 mortals that had minor Fantasy problems. I found a school yard full of kids, I found Alison and Neena arguing about who’s the better singer and who would be famous first. This is what I have to fix? I said to myself. I first I didn’t think it would need that much thinking, but then I realized that it would take a lot of thinking.
I flew back to my throne in the sky. They're best friends. I can’t do something that will make things worst. Who knows how long they’ve been fighting for. I only see their Fantasies. Then, it hit me. What if I made it so that one of them could have a Fantasy and fall in love with something else? Like, maybe guitars? That would work!
That night, I went to Neena’s house. She was asleep. My little body allowed me to sneak in through the open crack of her window. With a flick of my wand and some dreamy words that rhyme with guitar, Neena was having a nice Fantasy about being a professional guitar player.
On the school yard the next day, Neena and Alison were talking about Alison singing and Neena being her guitarist. I was so happy that I was able to help to best friends that I almost forgot to go talk to Zeus about what had happened.
"King Zeus," I said hoping not to get a booming voice, but, you know.
"Alneena, I have been watching you from my throne all day and yesterday. Why did you go to your mother?" Why as King Zeus asking that?
"Um...Because I always go to my mother when I have a problem. Don’t your sons do that, sire?"
"Yes they do, I was just wondering. How did you know about Alison and Neena?"
"Before I was born, my mother had a dream about them and me helping them when I was older and I thought that the future then, was the present today."
"Well answered. You were smart to make one of the girls to be interested in something that was connected to what the other girl was interested in."
"Thank you, sire." I was getting scared that I would have to do something use to get a seat on the Council.
"I believe you have done well enough to get that seat beside your father on the council." He finished with a big smile.
"Oh! Thank you, sire! Thank you!" I couldn’t wait to tell my father, but since my mother was the one that helped me, I would have to tell her first. What do you know? I can even make my Fantasies come true too! I deserve that seat.
To Jaye Wells, Written With Love by Puddle
Idea from: Jaye Wells - Humans born with tails...
"My baby! When's the due date?" Robert asked when he heard the good news.
"June 24th. It's to be a boy. What shall we name him? I'm thinking Michael." The newlyweds discussed the matter some more and decided on Brian Michael.
The due date drew near and the baby's room was nicely decorated with green and blue paint. Parties were planned and relatives arrived. In just a few days, newlyweds, Robert and Jaye, would have a healthy baby boy.
On June 22th, Jaye's water broke and she was rushed to the hospital. She had a fever, deadly to herself and her baby inside. On June 24th, Jaye's fever went down, but it was still harmful. Despite her illness, she gave birth to a brown eyed, almost bald baby boy.
He had a tail.
A long tail. A really long tail coming out of his lower back. Strangely, the hospital had many different clothes for children born with tails.
When the new family of three got home, many neighbours tackled them with odd questions. Their neighbour at number 17, asked if the baby was a dinosaur. Reporters came to ask if the family was willing to be interviewed. The couple talked it over and decided that would be fine. The family were on the local news, front page of Yahoo! and newspapers across Canada. A head line read: BABY BORN WITH TAIL. FATHER SCARED FOR HIS SAFETY, MOTHER THRILLED.
"My baby! When's the due date?" Robert asked when he heard the good news.
"June 24th. It's to be a boy. What shall we name him? I'm thinking Michael." The newlyweds discussed the matter some more and decided on Brian Michael.
The due date drew near and the baby's room was nicely decorated with green and blue paint. Parties were planned and relatives arrived. In just a few days, newlyweds, Robert and Jaye, would have a healthy baby boy.
On June 22th, Jaye's water broke and she was rushed to the hospital. She had a fever, deadly to herself and her baby inside. On June 24th, Jaye's fever went down, but it was still harmful. Despite her illness, she gave birth to a brown eyed, almost bald baby boy.
He had a tail.
A long tail. A really long tail coming out of his lower back. Strangely, the hospital had many different clothes for children born with tails.
When the new family of three got home, many neighbours tackled them with odd questions. Their neighbour at number 17, asked if the baby was a dinosaur. Reporters came to ask if the family was willing to be interviewed. The couple talked it over and decided that would be fine. The family were on the local news, front page of Yahoo! and newspapers across Canada. A head line read: BABY BORN WITH TAIL. FATHER SCARED FOR HIS SAFETY, MOTHER THRILLED.
One Girl's Writing 3
Hey Everyone!
As many of you know, I'm always looking for ideas, but at the beginning of this week, I had an idea to write one chapter of a 'book' a week or more. So, I am looking for the greatest, most biggest idea you guys can come up with. I can only pick one but you can still submit ideas for each chapter on the post One Girl's Writing 3. Please note that the time is really tree hours ahead. Just thought I should let everyone know that. Until that matter is fixed...
Thank you all,
*Little Puddle*
As many of you know, I'm always looking for ideas, but at the beginning of this week, I had an idea to write one chapter of a 'book' a week or more. So, I am looking for the greatest, most biggest idea you guys can come up with. I can only pick one but you can still submit ideas for each chapter on the post One Girl's Writing 3. Please note that the time is really tree hours ahead. Just thought I should let everyone know that. Until that matter is fixed...
Thank you all,
*Little Puddle*
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
One Girl's Writing 2
Hey Everyone! I would like to thank all of those who have commented on my writing so far.
You know when your mind is blank and you don't have any ideas for a story or you think that story idea is dumb? Sometimes I need big help to think up a storm, so I am asking all of you if you have any ideas (even the dumb ones)to please use this spot to submit those ideas. I will pick one idea each week and write a story about it. You also can write a story plot if you wish.
Thank you all,
*Little Puddle*
You know when your mind is blank and you don't have any ideas for a story or you think that story idea is dumb? Sometimes I need big help to think up a storm, so I am asking all of you if you have any ideas (even the dumb ones)to please use this spot to submit those ideas. I will pick one idea each week and write a story about it. You also can write a story plot if you wish.
Thank you all,
*Little Puddle*
To My Dear Mother Flood. Love your Daughter *Fluddle
To tend the sick
Is to tend a child
To feed the poor
Is to feed a family
To get married
Is to have a husband
To give birth
Is to have a family
To teach to read
Is to teach to write
To think inside
Is to think out loud
To be a wife
Is to be a mother
To be a mother
Is to be a friend
To be loved
Is to give love
Without this,
There are no mothers
And I'm glad
That there's love
Because with out that
I wouldn't have you.
Happy Mother’s day.
Is to tend a child
To feed the poor
Is to feed a family
To get married
Is to have a husband
To give birth
Is to have a family
To teach to read
Is to teach to write
To think inside
Is to think out loud
To be a wife
Is to be a mother
To be a mother
Is to be a friend
To be loved
Is to give love
Without this,
There are no mothers
And I'm glad
That there's love
Because with out that
I wouldn't have you.
Happy Mother’s day.
Monday, June 05, 2006
The Lady in the Hall part 2
That morning I was so tired. Could another ghost be living here? I had to shake it off. I didn't want to go around telling me new friends at school things that weren't true.
We had moved in this house about two weeks ago and I would be starting school soon. I didn't want to get a bad start. I think I'll go to bed early tonight. School starts tomorrow. I better get to the mall before all the school supplies are gone, I thought to myself.
"Uh...Mum? Can I go up to the mall after breakfast and get some new clothes and supplies?"
"Why do you need clothes? New supplies I can understand, but your clothes still fit you."
"Mum! I wore those clothes last year! I want a fresh start! I'm going into middle school, you know. It's not elementary school anymore." My mum sighed and shook her head saying, "All right. I'll give you seventy-five dollars, but that's it. Now eat your beakfast, it's gonna get cold."
As I was in front of the rulers, looking for a green one to match everything else, I saw the most beautiful girl coming in from the beginning of the aisle.
She noticed that I noticed her. She walked over to me. No girl has ever walked over to me.
"Hi," what a nice voice, "You new? I haven't seen you around here. Did you move into the beaten up house down on Polk crescent?"
"Uh..." I have never had a conversation this long with a girl before. I didn't want to mess it up. Act cool, Jason, act cool. "Yeah, my dad is fixing it up for us. You here for last minute supplies?" Oh yeah. I'm so acting cool.
"No. I was supposed to meet someone here, but she didn't show. I can see that you are."
"And clothes." I added.
"Well, if you dress like that everyday, you need some fashion help." She took my arm with a green ruler with it. I have never gone shopping with a girl before. This is getting pretty weird.
"I'm Tairin. I'm starting middle school tomorrow. What about you?"
"Jason and same goes. "
Tairin helped me find some outfits and when I tried them on, she would either say good or bad. My total came to $58.67. I had enough to buy Tairi and I lunch and a soda.
When I got home, I dumped all my clothes on my mum's bed for her to look through, then climbed up my ladder to my attic bedroom. Time went by and soon it was dinner. We had some potato salad and hamburgers as we always do before school starts so I can have a hamburgers for lunch the next day. After dinner, we watched America's Funniest Home Videos and had great laughs. At nine, it was take shower and go to bed time.
I laid in bed for about a half hour and started dozing off and then... Oh-No! Not this again. Moaning. The night before school and I can't sleep again! I'm not going to put up with this again! I'm gonna find out where this ghost is coming from! Then I'll be able to sleep. I hopped out of bed and, first, looked around my room. I looked in my closet last. On the ceiling, there was another attic-looking door. It was hard to open it and when I did, I was full of dust. Great. Now I have to take another shower tomorrow morning!
"Noah? You there? Is that you Noah?" the ghostly voice was louder now. I must have found where the ghost was. "Noah?...Noah?"
"Hey, um, ghost. What's your name?" Okay, asking a ghost's name must have been pretty lame, but I had to be nice, right? I didn't want it to kill me.
"Uh? My name is Carson. Who are you?" The way he said Who are you? sounded like the caterpillar from Alice In Wonderland.
"My name's Jason. Who's Noah?" I really wanted to know who this Noah kid was so he could take his friend out of here like that other girl did.
"Noah? Oh, your talking about a bad dream I had." Okay. I couldn't s ee this guy but he didn't seem so ghostly now.
"Where are you. I want to help you."
"Oh, you wouldn't want to help a ghost. I'm scary looking. You'll be afraid of me." I told him about the other ghost I helped. He laughed. I didn't. I still don't know why that's funny. I decided to go back to my room and get a flash light. When I was in my room I heard the "ghost" yelling for Noah again.
"Okay. If you not going to tell me where you are, I'll just have to find you." And turned on the flash light. I flashed it on every corner and then the walls. I did the same thing three times. One the fourth try, I found and guy wearing all black and curled up in a ball.
"Hey! What are you doing in my house?! Mum! Dad!" I couldn't believe this! A guy was living in my house. In my
room! My Dad came rushing in first. My Mum after, taking her time.
"Jason where are you? I can't see you," called my Dad.
"Go into my closet and look up" My Dad did just that and climbed up. My Mum sat on the bed, yawning.
"Oh-My! Martha! Call the police! We have an intruder!" My Mum did just that and within five minutes of the 9-1-1 call, the police were in my room, crawling up into the second attic.
In another five minutes flat, the police were gone with the mysterious man. I got to sleep. I was sure glad that I didn't let that guy bother me.
The next morning, my Dad made pancakes for the first day of school and for me, who pretty much saved their lives. Today was going to be a good day and no "ghost" was going to stop me from having it.
As I was walking to school, Tairin cought up with me. We walked to school together, we were in all of each other's classes, ate lunch togther and even hung out together at the mall after, for some smoothies with some other new friends. I was welcomed almost everwhere and so was Cory, so I heard when I got home. And that night I got to sleep with no disturbances.
We had moved in this house about two weeks ago and I would be starting school soon. I didn't want to get a bad start. I think I'll go to bed early tonight. School starts tomorrow. I better get to the mall before all the school supplies are gone, I thought to myself.
"Uh...Mum? Can I go up to the mall after breakfast and get some new clothes and supplies?"
"Why do you need clothes? New supplies I can understand, but your clothes still fit you."
"Mum! I wore those clothes last year! I want a fresh start! I'm going into middle school, you know. It's not elementary school anymore." My mum sighed and shook her head saying, "All right. I'll give you seventy-five dollars, but that's it. Now eat your beakfast, it's gonna get cold."
As I was in front of the rulers, looking for a green one to match everything else, I saw the most beautiful girl coming in from the beginning of the aisle.
She noticed that I noticed her. She walked over to me. No girl has ever walked over to me.
"Hi," what a nice voice, "You new? I haven't seen you around here. Did you move into the beaten up house down on Polk crescent?"
"Uh..." I have never had a conversation this long with a girl before. I didn't want to mess it up. Act cool, Jason, act cool. "Yeah, my dad is fixing it up for us. You here for last minute supplies?" Oh yeah. I'm so acting cool.
"No. I was supposed to meet someone here, but she didn't show. I can see that you are."
"And clothes." I added.
"Well, if you dress like that everyday, you need some fashion help." She took my arm with a green ruler with it. I have never gone shopping with a girl before. This is getting pretty weird.
"I'm Tairin. I'm starting middle school tomorrow. What about you?"
"Jason and same goes. "
Tairin helped me find some outfits and when I tried them on, she would either say good or bad. My total came to $58.67. I had enough to buy Tairi and I lunch and a soda.
When I got home, I dumped all my clothes on my mum's bed for her to look through, then climbed up my ladder to my attic bedroom. Time went by and soon it was dinner. We had some potato salad and hamburgers as we always do before school starts so I can have a hamburgers for lunch the next day. After dinner, we watched America's Funniest Home Videos and had great laughs. At nine, it was take shower and go to bed time.
I laid in bed for about a half hour and started dozing off and then... Oh-No! Not this again. Moaning. The night before school and I can't sleep again! I'm not going to put up with this again! I'm gonna find out where this ghost is coming from! Then I'll be able to sleep. I hopped out of bed and, first, looked around my room. I looked in my closet last. On the ceiling, there was another attic-looking door. It was hard to open it and when I did, I was full of dust. Great. Now I have to take another shower tomorrow morning!
"Noah? You there? Is that you Noah?" the ghostly voice was louder now. I must have found where the ghost was. "Noah?...Noah?"
"Hey, um, ghost. What's your name?" Okay, asking a ghost's name must have been pretty lame, but I had to be nice, right? I didn't want it to kill me.
"Uh? My name is Carson. Who are you?" The way he said Who are you? sounded like the caterpillar from Alice In Wonderland.
"My name's Jason. Who's Noah?" I really wanted to know who this Noah kid was so he could take his friend out of here like that other girl did.
"Noah? Oh, your talking about a bad dream I had." Okay. I couldn't s ee this guy but he didn't seem so ghostly now.
"Where are you. I want to help you."
"Oh, you wouldn't want to help a ghost. I'm scary looking. You'll be afraid of me." I told him about the other ghost I helped. He laughed. I didn't. I still don't know why that's funny. I decided to go back to my room and get a flash light. When I was in my room I heard the "ghost" yelling for Noah again.
"Okay. If you not going to tell me where you are, I'll just have to find you." And turned on the flash light. I flashed it on every corner and then the walls. I did the same thing three times. One the fourth try, I found and guy wearing all black and curled up in a ball.
"Hey! What are you doing in my house?! Mum! Dad!" I couldn't believe this! A guy was living in my house. In my
room! My Dad came rushing in first. My Mum after, taking her time.
"Jason where are you? I can't see you," called my Dad.
"Go into my closet and look up" My Dad did just that and climbed up. My Mum sat on the bed, yawning.
"Oh-My! Martha! Call the police! We have an intruder!" My Mum did just that and within five minutes of the 9-1-1 call, the police were in my room, crawling up into the second attic.
In another five minutes flat, the police were gone with the mysterious man. I got to sleep. I was sure glad that I didn't let that guy bother me.
The next morning, my Dad made pancakes for the first day of school and for me, who pretty much saved their lives. Today was going to be a good day and no "ghost" was going to stop me from having it.
As I was walking to school, Tairin cought up with me. We walked to school together, we were in all of each other's classes, ate lunch togther and even hung out together at the mall after, for some smoothies with some other new friends. I was welcomed almost everwhere and so was Cory, so I heard when I got home. And that night I got to sleep with no disturbances.
One Girl's Writing 1
Well, I hope that all who have read the below stories are enjoying my work so far. In the near future, I will be adding several more stories and perhaps some poems.
Thank you all,
*Little Puddle*
Thank you all,
*Little Puddle*
Sunday, June 04, 2006
THE LADY IN THE HALL
I wrote this story in grade six...
"Good news family! We sold the house!" Said my father.
"When are we moving?" asked Cory.
"Tomorrow!" He replied excitedly.
The next day came and I was so surprised! The doors of the new house were falling off, the siding was brown and falling off and the windows were broken! Man you should have seen the attic! Man, I loved the old house, but this house was cool!
By nine o'clock everything was unpacked and the family went to bed. I got the attic as my room.
"Click, click, click, click....." I heard something in the hall.
"Mom? Is that you?"I called out
"Mooooo........" Moaning. I hate moaning. I decided to go and see what it was.
"Mom?" I called out.
"Sara is that you?" said a deadly voice. I was so scared that I ran back up to my room.
That morning, I asked my mom if she had heard anything last night, and she said "Yes the man who used to own the house said that his daughter was friends with a ghost..." She paused to take a sip of coffee.
"I guess the ghost is sad."
Later I knew just what to do. I called the previous owner's daughter to come to my house. So she did.
"I want you to take your friend home." I commanded her.
"Okay," Sara said.
"KellAnna? It's me, Sara!"
"Is it really you?" The ghostly voice called.
"Even come and see!" Sara said.
Then a ghostly figure came flying out. They lived on......
That night everything was going perfect. Then all of a sudden...
"Noah? Are you there?" A ghostly voice called out. All night I heard moaning and groaning...
THE END!!!
TO BE CONTINUED...
I never did continue this story, but I may do so in the future...
"Good news family! We sold the house!" Said my father.
"When are we moving?" asked Cory.
"Tomorrow!" He replied excitedly.
The next day came and I was so surprised! The doors of the new house were falling off, the siding was brown and falling off and the windows were broken! Man you should have seen the attic! Man, I loved the old house, but this house was cool!
By nine o'clock everything was unpacked and the family went to bed. I got the attic as my room.
"Click, click, click, click....." I heard something in the hall.
"Mom? Is that you?"I called out
"Mooooo........" Moaning. I hate moaning. I decided to go and see what it was.
"Mom?" I called out.
"Sara is that you?" said a deadly voice. I was so scared that I ran back up to my room.
That morning, I asked my mom if she had heard anything last night, and she said "Yes the man who used to own the house said that his daughter was friends with a ghost..." She paused to take a sip of coffee.
"I guess the ghost is sad."
Later I knew just what to do. I called the previous owner's daughter to come to my house. So she did.
"I want you to take your friend home." I commanded her.
"Okay," Sara said.
"KellAnna? It's me, Sara!"
"Is it really you?" The ghostly voice called.
"Even come and see!" Sara said.
Then a ghostly figure came flying out. They lived on......
That night everything was going perfect. Then all of a sudden...
"Noah? Are you there?" A ghostly voice called out. All night I heard moaning and groaning...
THE END!!!
TO BE CONTINUED...
I never did continue this story, but I may do so in the future...
One Girl's Writing
Hey, Everyone! This is Little Puddle and I am new to blogging so you may find that there isn't much yet.
I enjoy writing on my own time and will post every story I finish from beginning to end no matter how bad they are. Please feel free to leave comments and I look forward to reading them and taking them into consideration.
Thank you all,
*Little Puddle*
I enjoy writing on my own time and will post every story I finish from beginning to end no matter how bad they are. Please feel free to leave comments and I look forward to reading them and taking them into consideration.
Thank you all,
*Little Puddle*
Little Pink Shoes
Here is a monologue I had to do for a drama class in 06...
Have you ever thought what it would be like with a new baby in the house? Well most of you probably have because most of you have younger siblings. But have you ever thought of a baby being three years old and coming into your family at that age? Well, I know I have. You all must be thinking ‘What is she talking about?’ Well I’m talking about adoption. You know, when a kid doesn’t have a mom and dad and they either live in an orphanage or foster care and the kid gets adopted into your family. Can you imagine how different life could be?
You would have to help your parents help the new kid get used to their rules, like saying ‘Yes please.’ and ‘No thank you.’. The new kid would get extra attention, your parents will once again have no time for you. All their time in the next year will be spent on the new one in the family.
Your parents will be buying her new dollies or they’ll be buying him new ‘Tractor Toms’. In the next year, you will become just a kid that is living in your house, not getting noticed.
Okay, so let's think about some of the good things about adopting a new kid into the family. If it’s a girl, you can dress her up and play with her hair. Hey, she’s your living life-sized doll. And if it’s a boy, all you guys can get him into the hockey thing and show him how to spike his hair just the right way. When your older, you can take them to ‘Rocking Johnny’s’ for a banana split, milk shake or onion rings. You can buy her new shoes with little pink bows. You can buy him is first ‘Hockey News’ magazine.
I just hope adopting a new kid into the family isn’t going to be as bad as I think it is. Hey, maybe she’ll be my mini me. How ever it turns out, please just pray that I won’t die in a pile of plastic dolls and pink shoes.
I got an A- on this! :)
Have you ever thought what it would be like with a new baby in the house? Well most of you probably have because most of you have younger siblings. But have you ever thought of a baby being three years old and coming into your family at that age? Well, I know I have. You all must be thinking ‘What is she talking about?’ Well I’m talking about adoption. You know, when a kid doesn’t have a mom and dad and they either live in an orphanage or foster care and the kid gets adopted into your family. Can you imagine how different life could be?
You would have to help your parents help the new kid get used to their rules, like saying ‘Yes please.’ and ‘No thank you.’. The new kid would get extra attention, your parents will once again have no time for you. All their time in the next year will be spent on the new one in the family.
Your parents will be buying her new dollies or they’ll be buying him new ‘Tractor Toms’. In the next year, you will become just a kid that is living in your house, not getting noticed.
Okay, so let's think about some of the good things about adopting a new kid into the family. If it’s a girl, you can dress her up and play with her hair. Hey, she’s your living life-sized doll. And if it’s a boy, all you guys can get him into the hockey thing and show him how to spike his hair just the right way. When your older, you can take them to ‘Rocking Johnny’s’ for a banana split, milk shake or onion rings. You can buy her new shoes with little pink bows. You can buy him is first ‘Hockey News’ magazine.
I just hope adopting a new kid into the family isn’t going to be as bad as I think it is. Hey, maybe she’ll be my mini me. How ever it turns out, please just pray that I won’t die in a pile of plastic dolls and pink shoes.
I got an A- on this! :)
Seeing Santa
This is one of my older stories from Christmas '05...
Welcome to Santa News. I'm Tarya Gonwayzie live from Pickle Lake, Ontario with Tyler Gogner. Now Tyler you claim that you saw Santa with your very own eyes?
Why, yes of course! I was lying there in my brother's room, on the spare bed, when all sudden, I heard a loud 'Clunk!' on the roof of my house. I thought 'Oh my Gosh! It's him.' But I didn't really believe myself so I got my shoes on and looked out side from the front of my house. I looked up and there I saw, Santa crawling out of my chimney. I stood there in stunned silence. Then I heard from above 'Merry Christmas, Tyler. You've been a good little boy this year. Please tell your family that they've all been good. Even tell your Aunt Jennifer that as well.' And I just stood there nodding my head yes.
Did you say anything to him?
Well of course I did. Did you think I would see the REAL Santa Clause and not say anything to him?
*Shakes head no*
What I said to him was 'Of course I will pass that message on to them all. But How do you get around the world so fast? And what do you do if you have to go to the bathroom' And he answered that he would very quietly use the family's house's bathroom that he was in and that he's just really fast. Then I asked him 'Do you go to the poor people on the streets and give them gifts because I always see or hear about people who don't get any gifts from anyone and their all poor. But he didn't answer me. He hesitated and said 'I should be getting off to the next house. Merry Christmas!' And he flew off.
Wow! That's an amazing story! Back to you Bob.
Welcome to Santa News. I'm Tarya Gonwayzie live from Pickle Lake, Ontario with Tyler Gogner. Now Tyler you claim that you saw Santa with your very own eyes?
Why, yes of course! I was lying there in my brother's room, on the spare bed, when all sudden, I heard a loud 'Clunk!' on the roof of my house. I thought 'Oh my Gosh! It's him.' But I didn't really believe myself so I got my shoes on and looked out side from the front of my house. I looked up and there I saw, Santa crawling out of my chimney. I stood there in stunned silence. Then I heard from above 'Merry Christmas, Tyler. You've been a good little boy this year. Please tell your family that they've all been good. Even tell your Aunt Jennifer that as well.' And I just stood there nodding my head yes.
Did you say anything to him?
Well of course I did. Did you think I would see the REAL Santa Clause and not say anything to him?
*Shakes head no*
What I said to him was 'Of course I will pass that message on to them all. But How do you get around the world so fast? And what do you do if you have to go to the bathroom' And he answered that he would very quietly use the family's house's bathroom that he was in and that he's just really fast. Then I asked him 'Do you go to the poor people on the streets and give them gifts because I always see or hear about people who don't get any gifts from anyone and their all poor. But he didn't answer me. He hesitated and said 'I should be getting off to the next house. Merry Christmas!' And he flew off.
Wow! That's an amazing story! Back to you Bob.
Life Or Friend
Here is a story I recently wrote. It is NOT based on anyone, it is a story about dealing with the pressure of choosing a friend or their life...
Sindy was going through a hard time. Her grades were at average, but the bully system and home were getting rough. Yeah, she’d been bullied before but it was getting intense. Her parents were already divorced, but still fighting about who should get custody of Sindy. Sindy, as my parents would say, was in the depths of despair.
I was her best friend, but I didn’t find any of this out until I heard her crying in the girls’ room. At first she refused to tell me what was going on. I took the bus home with her that night to see if I could get anything out of her. Nothing. She just said ‘Nothing happened!’ I told that she might as well tell me now or I’ll have to call her when she got home. Still, nothing. So when I got home I tried to call her. The phone must have rung at least twenty times. I still didn’t get an answer. She would be going to her father’s for the weekend, so I’d call again tomorrow to get his new number.
I call the next morning and talked to her sister, Olivia. She gave me her father’s number. I quickly dialed Sindy’s weekend number. Five rings went by. I didn’t think anyone would answer but by the seventh ring, Sindy answered the phone.
"Sindy, what’s going on? I’ve tried to get ahold of you since yesterday!"
"Nothing happened! I’m fine, everything is fine!"
"Everything is not fine, Sindy. If everything was fine, you’d tell me, your best friend, what’s going on! What? Do you not trust me anymore?"
"No, I trust you, I just don’t want to tell you." There was a brief silence, "You don’t have to know everything that goes on in my life, okay?"
"Well, best friends do know every single thing about their best friend at some point in life! So I guess that we’re ‘Just friends!’" And hung up.
Taking the bus to school Monday morning was hard. I had to avoid talking to Sindy because I couldn’t talk to her until she told me what happened. Kelsey came to sit with me instead.
"Hey, do you know what’s up with Sindy?" I asked hoping she did.
"Alls I know that she’s been bullied more than usual and that she’s having a rough time at home. Don’t know any details, though. Why don’t you ask her? You’re her best friend, you talk to her." I didn’t say anything, I just sat there.
When I was at my locker at the end of the day, Sindy came up to me, lifting up her left arm sleeve. I was hoping she would talk to me.
"Are you going to talk to me or what?" I asked.
"No, just show and you’ll be able to piece things together. But I am sorry for not telling you sooner." She put her wrist in front of my face. Cut marks. I could not believe this! Out of all the things to ‘Make yourself feel better’ was for her to cut herself! I slammed my locker door shut and walked away with a tear ready to fall down my cheek. And the way she told me made me feel worse.
The next day, I decided to walk to school. I wanted to get there early. When I got there, I skipped going to my locker and went straight to Student Services.
"Yes, what is it dear?" The lady behind the desk asked.
"Um..." I thought it over again, "I was up late last night thinking if I should do this. Um... My friend, Sindy Bell, showed me cut marks yesterday. And I don’t care if she hates me for telling this, I want her to get some help." The lady nodded and took me to a room with another lady in it. I told her the same thing and what homeroom Sindy was in, then she dismissed me.
When I was walking to my locker, Sindy was waiting there for me. I didn’t say anything to her. I just got my stuff and went to my homeroom.
Just before lunch, over the PA system, a person from the office called Sindy down. Sindy quickly glared at me. I continued to do my work.
I don’t know what happened at the office. We haven’t talked since the day she showed me the marks on her wrist. She hangs out with the popular guys and girls now. I hope she got help. I may have saved someone’s life.
Sindy was going through a hard time. Her grades were at average, but the bully system and home were getting rough. Yeah, she’d been bullied before but it was getting intense. Her parents were already divorced, but still fighting about who should get custody of Sindy. Sindy, as my parents would say, was in the depths of despair.
I was her best friend, but I didn’t find any of this out until I heard her crying in the girls’ room. At first she refused to tell me what was going on. I took the bus home with her that night to see if I could get anything out of her. Nothing. She just said ‘Nothing happened!’ I told that she might as well tell me now or I’ll have to call her when she got home. Still, nothing. So when I got home I tried to call her. The phone must have rung at least twenty times. I still didn’t get an answer. She would be going to her father’s for the weekend, so I’d call again tomorrow to get his new number.
I call the next morning and talked to her sister, Olivia. She gave me her father’s number. I quickly dialed Sindy’s weekend number. Five rings went by. I didn’t think anyone would answer but by the seventh ring, Sindy answered the phone.
"Sindy, what’s going on? I’ve tried to get ahold of you since yesterday!"
"Nothing happened! I’m fine, everything is fine!"
"Everything is not fine, Sindy. If everything was fine, you’d tell me, your best friend, what’s going on! What? Do you not trust me anymore?"
"No, I trust you, I just don’t want to tell you." There was a brief silence, "You don’t have to know everything that goes on in my life, okay?"
"Well, best friends do know every single thing about their best friend at some point in life! So I guess that we’re ‘Just friends!’" And hung up.
Taking the bus to school Monday morning was hard. I had to avoid talking to Sindy because I couldn’t talk to her until she told me what happened. Kelsey came to sit with me instead.
"Hey, do you know what’s up with Sindy?" I asked hoping she did.
"Alls I know that she’s been bullied more than usual and that she’s having a rough time at home. Don’t know any details, though. Why don’t you ask her? You’re her best friend, you talk to her." I didn’t say anything, I just sat there.
When I was at my locker at the end of the day, Sindy came up to me, lifting up her left arm sleeve. I was hoping she would talk to me.
"Are you going to talk to me or what?" I asked.
"No, just show and you’ll be able to piece things together. But I am sorry for not telling you sooner." She put her wrist in front of my face. Cut marks. I could not believe this! Out of all the things to ‘Make yourself feel better’ was for her to cut herself! I slammed my locker door shut and walked away with a tear ready to fall down my cheek. And the way she told me made me feel worse.
The next day, I decided to walk to school. I wanted to get there early. When I got there, I skipped going to my locker and went straight to Student Services.
"Yes, what is it dear?" The lady behind the desk asked.
"Um..." I thought it over again, "I was up late last night thinking if I should do this. Um... My friend, Sindy Bell, showed me cut marks yesterday. And I don’t care if she hates me for telling this, I want her to get some help." The lady nodded and took me to a room with another lady in it. I told her the same thing and what homeroom Sindy was in, then she dismissed me.
When I was walking to my locker, Sindy was waiting there for me. I didn’t say anything to her. I just got my stuff and went to my homeroom.
Just before lunch, over the PA system, a person from the office called Sindy down. Sindy quickly glared at me. I continued to do my work.
I don’t know what happened at the office. We haven’t talked since the day she showed me the marks on her wrist. She hangs out with the popular guys and girls now. I hope she got help. I may have saved someone’s life.
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