Saturday, October 27, 2012
Anne (Part Two of Three)
Anne heard voices, shouting, screaming. Sirens were wailing. The darkness was lifted, and she was pulled to her feet and onto a stretcher. She saw other stretchers bearing people who had been close to the bomb. She saw one man pull her kitten from the rubble of her house, and tried to reach out for her. The person pulling her stretcher toward the ambulance put her hand down. She was put into the back of the truck and the doors closed. They started moving, and Anne started to drift into sleep. Someone shook her to keep her awake. When he ambulance stopped, the doors opened and Anne was brought into the America military base hospital, where a nurse took her temperature, her blood pressure, and looked her over to see what damage was done. Then she bandaged the cuts from window glass, and said there was nothing broken, just some bruising. Anne felt like there was more than just some bruising. She was led into another room by the nurse, and there were her parents.
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Anne (Part One of Three)
Anne skipped down the stairs, her kitten following her. She sang a happy little tune as she went into the kitchen, and she opened the refrigerator. Anne reached in for the pitcher of juice, and just as she was taking the glass pitcher out of the refrigerator, a great shaking rumbled through the little house, and Anne dropped the pitcher. The glass broke on the tile floor. She scooped up her little kitten and ran down to the cellar, her face laced with fear. The booming kept coming closer, and closer, and closer. Anne was alone. Her parents were out to visit a friend in the hospital, a victim of the Germans. The whole house was shaking with each impact, now. Anne held her breath. And then--
BOOM!
Bricks rained down from the ceiling onto Anne, and everything went black.
BOOM!
Bricks rained down from the ceiling onto Anne, and everything went black.
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
The Lioness Breeze
This is a story I wrote last year. I hope it's loved. Comments will be loved, as will the commenters!
Lioness crept away from the sleeping pride to do the morning hunt shift. As she silently stalked an early gazelle, she heard a soft summons on the wind, calling her. She forgot the gazelle and followed the voice, not sure where it would lead her. As she followed, the voice whispered, "remember, remember, remember" at certain shrubs and grasses. While Lioness followed the whispers, a breeze blew around her head, and she saw all of the plants preceding a vision of curing a sick lion with it. The breeze continued and grew stronger at every "remember" and when it left her she was back at the sleeping pride. The breeze blew again, carrying a slain gazelle with it, placing it at her paws. When the pride started to wake up, she saw in it some of the symptoms from the visions and, before anyone saw, she bounded back to the various plants, took some, and lugged it back, placing it with the sick lions' food. After a few days of the same treatment, the lions became healthy again, and the breezes blew around her, congratulating her, beckoning her for more visions and lessons.
Lioness woke up the next day, the breezes whispering in her ears, speaking to her, beckoning her, urging her up. Lioness followed the breezes to a sneezing cub. "Look at his eyes, his ears, his nose, his mouth," the breezes said, and Lioness did as she was told by the voices. She inspected his eyes: they were glazed over. She touched a tentative nose to his ears: they were hot, hotter than the sun could make them. She listened to his nose: his breath was irregular. She sniffed at his mouth: his breath smelled, like rotting meat left in the sun. The breezes whispered, explaining. "He is weak. He will not live. He will not wake up from his next sleep. His death will be painful. You must ease him out of this world and into the next. Give him numbing berries. Give him the berries. They will help his pain. Give him the berries. The berries. The berries," it whispered. Lioness dashed off, the early morning dew not yet washed away by the sun. It clung to her paws as they drummed on the earth as she ran. The breezes whispered through the long grass, guiding her to the berries. Taking a pawful and gently holding them in her mouth, she dashed back to the cub, back paws beating the dust down as it was kicked up by her dewy front paws. Reaching the cub, she gently urged the cub to eat them and take a nap, letting the cub die and watching him shudder as death passed through his small body.
Lioness did not think she could watch any more lions die at her paws because she was helpless. She fought sickness hard as the pride was overcome by a wild fire illness from eating sickly prey. She only gave up when she had to, and saved as many lives as she could. The breezes were always with her, a part of her daily life now.
Years passed, and as Lioness became old and brittle, she took a young she-cub to learn about the breezes. Lioness was by this time able to converse with the voices and directed them to whisper to the young cub. Lioness, confident that the breezes would teach the young cub all she needed to know, passed into the next world as her breathing became shallow and her heartbeat slowed. As she died, she saw a vision of a new Healer Lioness, caring for her pride as a mother for her cubs. With this reassurance, Lioness took her last breath, her heart stopped, and she left this world and passed into the next.
FIN
Lioness crept away from the sleeping pride to do the morning hunt shift. As she silently stalked an early gazelle, she heard a soft summons on the wind, calling her. She forgot the gazelle and followed the voice, not sure where it would lead her. As she followed, the voice whispered, "remember, remember, remember" at certain shrubs and grasses. While Lioness followed the whispers, a breeze blew around her head, and she saw all of the plants preceding a vision of curing a sick lion with it. The breeze continued and grew stronger at every "remember" and when it left her she was back at the sleeping pride. The breeze blew again, carrying a slain gazelle with it, placing it at her paws. When the pride started to wake up, she saw in it some of the symptoms from the visions and, before anyone saw, she bounded back to the various plants, took some, and lugged it back, placing it with the sick lions' food. After a few days of the same treatment, the lions became healthy again, and the breezes blew around her, congratulating her, beckoning her for more visions and lessons.
Lioness woke up the next day, the breezes whispering in her ears, speaking to her, beckoning her, urging her up. Lioness followed the breezes to a sneezing cub. "Look at his eyes, his ears, his nose, his mouth," the breezes said, and Lioness did as she was told by the voices. She inspected his eyes: they were glazed over. She touched a tentative nose to his ears: they were hot, hotter than the sun could make them. She listened to his nose: his breath was irregular. She sniffed at his mouth: his breath smelled, like rotting meat left in the sun. The breezes whispered, explaining. "He is weak. He will not live. He will not wake up from his next sleep. His death will be painful. You must ease him out of this world and into the next. Give him numbing berries. Give him the berries. They will help his pain. Give him the berries. The berries. The berries," it whispered. Lioness dashed off, the early morning dew not yet washed away by the sun. It clung to her paws as they drummed on the earth as she ran. The breezes whispered through the long grass, guiding her to the berries. Taking a pawful and gently holding them in her mouth, she dashed back to the cub, back paws beating the dust down as it was kicked up by her dewy front paws. Reaching the cub, she gently urged the cub to eat them and take a nap, letting the cub die and watching him shudder as death passed through his small body.
Lioness did not think she could watch any more lions die at her paws because she was helpless. She fought sickness hard as the pride was overcome by a wild fire illness from eating sickly prey. She only gave up when she had to, and saved as many lives as she could. The breezes were always with her, a part of her daily life now.
Years passed, and as Lioness became old and brittle, she took a young she-cub to learn about the breezes. Lioness was by this time able to converse with the voices and directed them to whisper to the young cub. Lioness, confident that the breezes would teach the young cub all she needed to know, passed into the next world as her breathing became shallow and her heartbeat slowed. As she died, she saw a vision of a new Healer Lioness, caring for her pride as a mother for her cubs. With this reassurance, Lioness took her last breath, her heart stopped, and she left this world and passed into the next.
FIN
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Emily's Place
Note: This is the first story I'm putting up here, and there aren't any chapters, just the story. I hope you like it! It is set in the Victorian era, in the English countryside-ish, at my fictional Roole Manor, just to clear up any confusion one might have.
"Amourette! You come away from that window this instant!" shouted Amourette's mother, coming into the room and pulling her daughter away from the open window.
"But Mother, I just wanted some fresh air!"
"Well, you've had enough, now shut the window."
"But I thought you didn't want me near-"
"Shut the window!"
Amourette did as she was told, then left the sitting room, walking down the hallway to the library. She knew she would find her three younger siblings there, Samuel and Claire playing hide-and-seek, while Emily was reading. Amourette reached the library's French doors and quietly opened one, slipped inside, and shut it behind her. She looked around, and saw Samuel crouching down behind a bookshelf, a wide smile plastered onto his six-year-old face. Claire turned up a few seconds later, and the fifteen-year-old easily spotted her brother.
"Claire, Samuel, have you seen Emily?" inquired Amourette.
"She's in her corner, reading in her chair. She wanted to talk to you earlier. Go see her, Ammy," said her little brother. Amourette smiled at her nickname, and went to the designated corner. There was Emily, curled up in a comfortable, green, tapestry chair, reading a book. Amourette walked over to the blue chair next to Emily's chair, and sat down.
"A physics book, Emily? Really?" Emily looked up from her book, her round face glowing from the candle on the table between them.
"Yes, Amourette. Physics. I do love mathematics, and science! I just can't keep myself away," said Emily, putting her book down.
"Emily, what did you need to talk to me about?" Emily looked down at her lap, and sighed.
"My birthday. It's two days away. Could you maybe try and convince Mother to let me spend all day tomorrow outside?"
"Oh, Emily, you want to spend your last free day outside? I don't know, Mother might not allow it."
"But Amourette! The rule is to not go outside after we turn eleven! I'm still ten tomorrow, so I can still go outside. Right?" Amourette had a hard time saying no to Emily; she always did. But she knew that Mother would never allow it.
"I'll try, Emily, I'll try. No promises, though, alright?"
"No promises. Thank you, Amourette."
"You're welcome, but don't forget to bring something Claire and I."
"Of course, Amourette. You two can't leave the Manor anymore, so it's only fair that I bring you both a treat. Samuel will be bringing us treats after I turn eleven, won't he?" Amourette smiled at her little sister. Emily had such a pure heart, and hardly ever angered anybody.
"Yes, Emily, Samuel will bring us treats. Bring something for Mother, too." Emily nodded her head, then picked up her book again as Amourette set off to convince her mother to let Emily spend the whole day outside. She left the library and went to her mother's study. Her mother was sitting at her desk, writing out some important letter. Amourette knocked on the door, waiting for her mother's permission to enter.
"Come in," said her mother. Amourette walked in, and sat down in the chair across from her mother, on the other side of the desk.
"Mother, Emily has her birthday in two days. I was wondering if, tomorrow, she could spend all day outside. Especially since it's her last day of being allowed to leave the Manor. What do you think?"
"No."
"No? Why not?"
"Because, Amourette. The outside world isn't safe for children."
"But she goes to school and back every day, with Samuel. Samuel is six years old, and you let him go outside, then you don't let Emily spend her last free day being just that: free?"
"You are correct, Amourette."
"And why can't I go outside? I'm eighteen. I'm not a child anymore, Mother, I'm a woman. I see many women my age out on their own, coming up and down the road." Amourette's mother looked up from her letter.
"Amourette. Those women that you see simply do not have a good family. Their upbringing was wrong. That's why it isn't safe for you children outside the Manor."
"I'm not a child anymore Mother! When will you see that? I've grown up into an adult, right before your eyes, and you either don't want to accept that, or you really are ignorant in the ways of your own children. Father pays more attention to us, and he's away most of the time! You are always focused on important business, and never have time for us. Take Emily, for an example. She's only ten, and I just saw her reading a physics book that not even I could hope to understand. And then there's Samuel, his only times of fun are when he plays with Claire in the library or by himself. And Claire. She writes fabulous stories, I even have some of her books on an empty shelf in the library, all of them in her own penmanship. She has as much creativity and imagination as little Samuel! And you don't even praise her for her work, never mind read her writings. And me! The only comments you make to me are criticizing! About how my hair isn't up tight in a knot, or my choice of gown doesn't look flattering on me. Never anything like, 'Amourette, you look lovely in that dress', or 'Your hair looks very nice today, Amourette'. And when I do fix it, it's always the same comments! Never anything positive. Pay attention to your children, Mother! Put a little effort into making them feel good about themselves. Take time to inspect Claire's work, or play with Samuel, or helping Emily with the pronunciation of a word, or reach a book for her. Take the opportunity to make your children smile, and you might smile too." Amourette stormed out of her mother's study, leaving her mother shocked at her daughter's outburst. Amourette went back into the library, and found Emily again, putting away her book. Emily turned around, excitement clear on her face.
"Did Mother say yes?" asked Emily.
"I'm sorry, Emily, I tried." Emily's face fell, and she turned back around to the bookshelf with a quiet "Oh". As Amourette walked away, she heard sniffling coming from the young girl. Amourette looked up at the old grandfather clock, and went to search for Samuel. It was seven o'clock, and the little six-year-old boy needed his sleep.
"Samuel, it's time to get ready for bed, now," she said, gently taking his hand. Samuel yawned, a definite sign of tiredness, and let his big sister lead him upstairs to his bedroom. Amourette helped the little boy into his pajamas, and helped him into bed, tucking him in. She kissed him on the forehead, said goodnight, and blew out the candle. Amourette closed the door behind her, and decided to let Emily have some ten-year-old fun tomorrow anyway. She might to be able to leave the house all day, but Amourette had found a secret balcony in the attic. She went back to the library, informed Claire to meet her outside, then went to find Emily.
"Emily, it's time for you to get ready for bed. You don't want to be tired for your special surprise tomorrow, do you?" said Amourette.
"A surprise? For me?"
"Yes, of course. It's your birthday. You should still be able to have fun, even though you can't spend all day outside. Now go get ready for bed. I'll come say goodnight a little later, alright?'
"Alright, Amourette." Emily put away her book, and scurried off to get ready for bed. Amourette went outside the library, found Claire, and brought her into her room.
"Claire, I have the perfect surprise for Emily. In the attic, there's a secret door in the wall. If you open it, it leads to a spiral staircase, and at the top is a special observatory. It's an octagonal room, and all the walls are windows. There's a small balcony that wraps all the way around, with a railing, so you can go out on it and walk around the whole thing, through one of the windows, which opens as a door. It's just a big, empty room right now, but we could decorate it with ribbons, and bring some cushions up there, too. So it could be Emily's special place. What do you think?"
"Amourette, you're a genius! I love the idea. Can you show it to me?" Amourette led Claire up to the attic, then moved a few trunks to get to the secret door, which swung outward and led to a wooden spiral staircase, with white walls, and windows, lighting the stairway. The stairs end at a rectangular hole in the floor of the observatory, to walk up into the room, without a door. The room, as Amourette said, was octagon-shaped, with a peaked ceiling painted a light sea-foam color. There were eight window panels that made up the walls, and one of them had a handle and hinges, which led to the balcony. It was about a yard across, the balcony, and did wrap around the entire observatory continuously. The two girls went back down to look for some ribbons in the attic, along with some old cushions. Claire had discovered sapphire blue and white ribbons, and Amourette had found a light green circular cushion and a light blue square cushion. also, she found a circular, sea blue rug, which would fit in the room perfectly to cover the wooden floors. Claire and Amourette carried their decorations up the spiral staircase, and begun to work. Amourette spread out the rug, while Claire hung the ribbons around the top of the window-walls. They put the cushions on the floor, then went back down, moved the trunks back, and Claire asked the cook in the kitchens to make Emily's favorite kind of cookie, which they would put on a platter and place in the observatory. Amourette said goodnight to Emily, promiseing her a big surprise tomorrow. The two older girls met back at the library, where Claire reproted that the cookies were being made, and would be ready to put in Emily's special place by morning. They said goodnight to each other, then went to bed, anticipating the next day's surprise.
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A maid Quietly opened the door to Amourette's room, and opened the curtains. She then bustled about, straightening up the room. A few minutes later, the maid left, leaving Amourette to wake up alone. Amourette woke up to the sunlight on her face, and got out of bed, walked to her wardrobe, and picked a dark green dress with lace on the sleeves and hem, got her under-clothes from her trunk, and washed up in the bathroom adjacent to her room. She came out dressed, her hair brushed, and in a loose bun. Amourette slipped on her her shoes over her stockings, and reached a hand under her bed, retrieving a rectangular package wrapped in yellow paper and tied with a green ribbon. She left her room, and headed to the attic, went into the observatory, and put her gift to Emily in the room, and then went back downstairs to wake up Samuel, Emily, and Claire. Amourette headed to Claire's room first, and took Claire's gift up to the observatory while Claire dressed. Then, Claire went to wake Samuel while Amourette woke Emily. The fur siblings, dressed and ready, went downstairs to the kitchens to have their breakfast, knowing that their mother wouldn't care whether they were in the dining hall with her or not.
"Amourette, when will you show me my surprise?" asked Emily between bites.
"As soon as we are all finished eating. You are going to love it." They stayed quiet for the rest of the meal, and then, Claire and Amourette led Emily up to the observatory, which her eyes closed. Samuel followed behind, very curious and excited. Amourette and Claire walked Emily up the stairs, and when they got to the top, Claire gave Samuel the platter of cookies to hold for Emily, and Amourette lifted her hands away from the youngest girl's eyes.
"Surprise!" Amourette and Claire exclaimed together. Emily's smile could have shamed the sun.
...And it ends here. I had more written, but I thought it would be more fun if you, the reader, imagined the rest. Like Monsters Inc.! I like that movie. It's a cute movie.
IDG
"Amourette! You come away from that window this instant!" shouted Amourette's mother, coming into the room and pulling her daughter away from the open window.
"But Mother, I just wanted some fresh air!"
"Well, you've had enough, now shut the window."
"But I thought you didn't want me near-"
"Shut the window!"
Amourette did as she was told, then left the sitting room, walking down the hallway to the library. She knew she would find her three younger siblings there, Samuel and Claire playing hide-and-seek, while Emily was reading. Amourette reached the library's French doors and quietly opened one, slipped inside, and shut it behind her. She looked around, and saw Samuel crouching down behind a bookshelf, a wide smile plastered onto his six-year-old face. Claire turned up a few seconds later, and the fifteen-year-old easily spotted her brother.
"Claire, Samuel, have you seen Emily?" inquired Amourette.
"She's in her corner, reading in her chair. She wanted to talk to you earlier. Go see her, Ammy," said her little brother. Amourette smiled at her nickname, and went to the designated corner. There was Emily, curled up in a comfortable, green, tapestry chair, reading a book. Amourette walked over to the blue chair next to Emily's chair, and sat down.
"A physics book, Emily? Really?" Emily looked up from her book, her round face glowing from the candle on the table between them.
"Yes, Amourette. Physics. I do love mathematics, and science! I just can't keep myself away," said Emily, putting her book down.
"Emily, what did you need to talk to me about?" Emily looked down at her lap, and sighed.
"My birthday. It's two days away. Could you maybe try and convince Mother to let me spend all day tomorrow outside?"
"Oh, Emily, you want to spend your last free day outside? I don't know, Mother might not allow it."
"But Amourette! The rule is to not go outside after we turn eleven! I'm still ten tomorrow, so I can still go outside. Right?" Amourette had a hard time saying no to Emily; she always did. But she knew that Mother would never allow it.
"I'll try, Emily, I'll try. No promises, though, alright?"
"No promises. Thank you, Amourette."
"You're welcome, but don't forget to bring something Claire and I."
"Of course, Amourette. You two can't leave the Manor anymore, so it's only fair that I bring you both a treat. Samuel will be bringing us treats after I turn eleven, won't he?" Amourette smiled at her little sister. Emily had such a pure heart, and hardly ever angered anybody.
"Yes, Emily, Samuel will bring us treats. Bring something for Mother, too." Emily nodded her head, then picked up her book again as Amourette set off to convince her mother to let Emily spend the whole day outside. She left the library and went to her mother's study. Her mother was sitting at her desk, writing out some important letter. Amourette knocked on the door, waiting for her mother's permission to enter.
"Come in," said her mother. Amourette walked in, and sat down in the chair across from her mother, on the other side of the desk.
"Mother, Emily has her birthday in two days. I was wondering if, tomorrow, she could spend all day outside. Especially since it's her last day of being allowed to leave the Manor. What do you think?"
"No."
"No? Why not?"
"Because, Amourette. The outside world isn't safe for children."
"But she goes to school and back every day, with Samuel. Samuel is six years old, and you let him go outside, then you don't let Emily spend her last free day being just that: free?"
"You are correct, Amourette."
"And why can't I go outside? I'm eighteen. I'm not a child anymore, Mother, I'm a woman. I see many women my age out on their own, coming up and down the road." Amourette's mother looked up from her letter.
"Amourette. Those women that you see simply do not have a good family. Their upbringing was wrong. That's why it isn't safe for you children outside the Manor."
"I'm not a child anymore Mother! When will you see that? I've grown up into an adult, right before your eyes, and you either don't want to accept that, or you really are ignorant in the ways of your own children. Father pays more attention to us, and he's away most of the time! You are always focused on important business, and never have time for us. Take Emily, for an example. She's only ten, and I just saw her reading a physics book that not even I could hope to understand. And then there's Samuel, his only times of fun are when he plays with Claire in the library or by himself. And Claire. She writes fabulous stories, I even have some of her books on an empty shelf in the library, all of them in her own penmanship. She has as much creativity and imagination as little Samuel! And you don't even praise her for her work, never mind read her writings. And me! The only comments you make to me are criticizing! About how my hair isn't up tight in a knot, or my choice of gown doesn't look flattering on me. Never anything like, 'Amourette, you look lovely in that dress', or 'Your hair looks very nice today, Amourette'. And when I do fix it, it's always the same comments! Never anything positive. Pay attention to your children, Mother! Put a little effort into making them feel good about themselves. Take time to inspect Claire's work, or play with Samuel, or helping Emily with the pronunciation of a word, or reach a book for her. Take the opportunity to make your children smile, and you might smile too." Amourette stormed out of her mother's study, leaving her mother shocked at her daughter's outburst. Amourette went back into the library, and found Emily again, putting away her book. Emily turned around, excitement clear on her face.
"Did Mother say yes?" asked Emily.
"I'm sorry, Emily, I tried." Emily's face fell, and she turned back around to the bookshelf with a quiet "Oh". As Amourette walked away, she heard sniffling coming from the young girl. Amourette looked up at the old grandfather clock, and went to search for Samuel. It was seven o'clock, and the little six-year-old boy needed his sleep.
"Samuel, it's time to get ready for bed, now," she said, gently taking his hand. Samuel yawned, a definite sign of tiredness, and let his big sister lead him upstairs to his bedroom. Amourette helped the little boy into his pajamas, and helped him into bed, tucking him in. She kissed him on the forehead, said goodnight, and blew out the candle. Amourette closed the door behind her, and decided to let Emily have some ten-year-old fun tomorrow anyway. She might to be able to leave the house all day, but Amourette had found a secret balcony in the attic. She went back to the library, informed Claire to meet her outside, then went to find Emily.
"Emily, it's time for you to get ready for bed. You don't want to be tired for your special surprise tomorrow, do you?" said Amourette.
"A surprise? For me?"
"Yes, of course. It's your birthday. You should still be able to have fun, even though you can't spend all day outside. Now go get ready for bed. I'll come say goodnight a little later, alright?'
"Alright, Amourette." Emily put away her book, and scurried off to get ready for bed. Amourette went outside the library, found Claire, and brought her into her room.
"Claire, I have the perfect surprise for Emily. In the attic, there's a secret door in the wall. If you open it, it leads to a spiral staircase, and at the top is a special observatory. It's an octagonal room, and all the walls are windows. There's a small balcony that wraps all the way around, with a railing, so you can go out on it and walk around the whole thing, through one of the windows, which opens as a door. It's just a big, empty room right now, but we could decorate it with ribbons, and bring some cushions up there, too. So it could be Emily's special place. What do you think?"
"Amourette, you're a genius! I love the idea. Can you show it to me?" Amourette led Claire up to the attic, then moved a few trunks to get to the secret door, which swung outward and led to a wooden spiral staircase, with white walls, and windows, lighting the stairway. The stairs end at a rectangular hole in the floor of the observatory, to walk up into the room, without a door. The room, as Amourette said, was octagon-shaped, with a peaked ceiling painted a light sea-foam color. There were eight window panels that made up the walls, and one of them had a handle and hinges, which led to the balcony. It was about a yard across, the balcony, and did wrap around the entire observatory continuously. The two girls went back down to look for some ribbons in the attic, along with some old cushions. Claire had discovered sapphire blue and white ribbons, and Amourette had found a light green circular cushion and a light blue square cushion. also, she found a circular, sea blue rug, which would fit in the room perfectly to cover the wooden floors. Claire and Amourette carried their decorations up the spiral staircase, and begun to work. Amourette spread out the rug, while Claire hung the ribbons around the top of the window-walls. They put the cushions on the floor, then went back down, moved the trunks back, and Claire asked the cook in the kitchens to make Emily's favorite kind of cookie, which they would put on a platter and place in the observatory. Amourette said goodnight to Emily, promiseing her a big surprise tomorrow. The two older girls met back at the library, where Claire reproted that the cookies were being made, and would be ready to put in Emily's special place by morning. They said goodnight to each other, then went to bed, anticipating the next day's surprise.
<br/>
A maid Quietly opened the door to Amourette's room, and opened the curtains. She then bustled about, straightening up the room. A few minutes later, the maid left, leaving Amourette to wake up alone. Amourette woke up to the sunlight on her face, and got out of bed, walked to her wardrobe, and picked a dark green dress with lace on the sleeves and hem, got her under-clothes from her trunk, and washed up in the bathroom adjacent to her room. She came out dressed, her hair brushed, and in a loose bun. Amourette slipped on her her shoes over her stockings, and reached a hand under her bed, retrieving a rectangular package wrapped in yellow paper and tied with a green ribbon. She left her room, and headed to the attic, went into the observatory, and put her gift to Emily in the room, and then went back downstairs to wake up Samuel, Emily, and Claire. Amourette headed to Claire's room first, and took Claire's gift up to the observatory while Claire dressed. Then, Claire went to wake Samuel while Amourette woke Emily. The fur siblings, dressed and ready, went downstairs to the kitchens to have their breakfast, knowing that their mother wouldn't care whether they were in the dining hall with her or not.
"Amourette, when will you show me my surprise?" asked Emily between bites.
"As soon as we are all finished eating. You are going to love it." They stayed quiet for the rest of the meal, and then, Claire and Amourette led Emily up to the observatory, which her eyes closed. Samuel followed behind, very curious and excited. Amourette and Claire walked Emily up the stairs, and when they got to the top, Claire gave Samuel the platter of cookies to hold for Emily, and Amourette lifted her hands away from the youngest girl's eyes.
"Surprise!" Amourette and Claire exclaimed together. Emily's smile could have shamed the sun.
...And it ends here. I had more written, but I thought it would be more fun if you, the reader, imagined the rest. Like Monsters Inc.! I like that movie. It's a cute movie.
IDG
Sunday, September 9, 2012
First Post: Here's the Ropes, So Listen Well
Hey all you people! Okay, so I just created this blog, and I haven't done anything fun and fancy with it YET. So...work with me here. It will look much better later. But for now, it's just...yeah.
So, this is my story blog, where I shall be posting a bunch of stories I write. I'm not completely sure how this is going to work, but I know that eventually, I will get a system set up, and it will be (hopefully) easy to figure out what blog belongs to what story and what chapter it it, or if it's just a short story or a notice...I'll figure that out. But I think It will have something to notify in the title, like, "(insert story name), Chapter (insert chapter number)". So that is how it's going to work. Theoretically.
I hope to get something started on here soon; either I can email a story from my phone to...me...and then copy/paste, or I will get something new started as inspiration comes to me. Anyway...yeah.
Oh, a lot of my posts might be at night, because that's when I feel most creative and have time, or early in the morning before school (if time permits).
Um...you can give me story ideas if you want...please try and comment as always...and that's about it. I know my blog is kind of lame visually, so try not to pay attention to that, I will probabbly get that fixed tomorrow after school.
Until next time....
So, this is my story blog, where I shall be posting a bunch of stories I write. I'm not completely sure how this is going to work, but I know that eventually, I will get a system set up, and it will be (hopefully) easy to figure out what blog belongs to what story and what chapter it it, or if it's just a short story or a notice...I'll figure that out. But I think It will have something to notify in the title, like, "(insert story name), Chapter (insert chapter number)". So that is how it's going to work. Theoretically.
I hope to get something started on here soon; either I can email a story from my phone to...me...and then copy/paste, or I will get something new started as inspiration comes to me. Anyway...yeah.
Oh, a lot of my posts might be at night, because that's when I feel most creative and have time, or early in the morning before school (if time permits).
Um...you can give me story ideas if you want...please try and comment as always...and that's about it. I know my blog is kind of lame visually, so try not to pay attention to that, I will probabbly get that fixed tomorrow after school.
Until next time....
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