If you want to read an amazing book, and don't know one I highly suggest the hunger games trilogy. This series was amazing. I honestly thought I wasn't going to like it and I loved it. You've probably heard of it before, about a thousand people recommended it to me. What they are saying is true! It is a good book. Unless they don't like it, then I think they are insane.
I would tell you the plot line, but it makes it sound very undesirable. That's why I didn't even read the summary before I started reading. Oh, and on that note the main character is a girl. If I had read the summary I probably would have known that before she mentioned that her name was in the girl bin.
The only real problem I'm having with the Hunger Games right now is they're super addicting. If you have things to do, don't read them. Don't read them right away anyway, the third book isn't out yet and my friends say that the the second book (I haven't read that one yet) has a serious cliff hanger. I would start reading in August, they told me that's when the third book comes out. Too late for me.
So in conclusion: really good book, really addicting, don't read it yet.
Feb 8, 2010
Jan 31, 2010
The Fortune Cookie - Max's Story
Madam Elvet's fortune cookies were always right. She really could see the future. A nice profit came from those cookies and even though she knew no one actually wanted to know their future she wrote them anyway.
Max knew that Madam Elvet's cookies never lied. He had bought them before and it had always happened. Plus the cookies were so precise. He wasn't afraid of these cookies and bought them every once in a while.
Normally they would say things like -
"A dog will bark at you as you walk past the blue house with the white door on the way home."
It meant nothing to him. Max was a 15-year-old boy with shaggy brown hair and blue eyes. He only had one sister, Rebecca. He was an average boy with a passion for science.
One day he was out with Rebecca, she went to the market and Max decided to buy one of Madam Elvet's cookies. He walked into the store and calmly picked up a cookie, he bought it an left.
He cracked open the cookie, it said -
"The first person you see who is holding an apple in their right hand will be the person who kills you."
He almost fell down right there. He had never gotten a fortune this serious.
Then he saw his sister coming up to him. She was eating a red apple. The words of his fortune played in his head. Was his sister also his his murderer?
"That's a nice apple you're holding in your right hand," he said.
She thought about this for a few seconds. "This isn't my right hand, it's my left," she said. "Here, I bought one for you too. She got it out without using her right hand at all.
Then she softly placed an apple in Max's right hand.
Max knew that Madam Elvet's cookies never lied. He had bought them before and it had always happened. Plus the cookies were so precise. He wasn't afraid of these cookies and bought them every once in a while.
Normally they would say things like -
"A dog will bark at you as you walk past the blue house with the white door on the way home."
It meant nothing to him. Max was a 15-year-old boy with shaggy brown hair and blue eyes. He only had one sister, Rebecca. He was an average boy with a passion for science.
One day he was out with Rebecca, she went to the market and Max decided to buy one of Madam Elvet's cookies. He walked into the store and calmly picked up a cookie, he bought it an left.
He cracked open the cookie, it said -
"The first person you see who is holding an apple in their right hand will be the person who kills you."
He almost fell down right there. He had never gotten a fortune this serious.
Then he saw his sister coming up to him. She was eating a red apple. The words of his fortune played in his head. Was his sister also his his murderer?
"That's a nice apple you're holding in your right hand," he said.
She thought about this for a few seconds. "This isn't my right hand, it's my left," she said. "Here, I bought one for you too. She got it out without using her right hand at all.
Then she softly placed an apple in Max's right hand.
Stars upon Thars
Okay, so I am planning on changing the title some day, but for now it totally works. This story is based loosely around Dr. Seuss's "The Sneetches". It's actually really similar. I don't remember where I got this idea or if I thought of Dr. Seuss before or after. It has pretty much the same message as "The Sneetches". Oh, and in case you didn't notice that's where the title comes from to from the familiar line, "Now, the Star-Belly Sneetches had bellies with stars. The Plain-Belly Sneetches had none upon thars."
There is a society where people are gifted as soon as they turn eighteen. There are three kind of gifts: incredible beauty, some kind of super power, and invincibility. Now, it's very rare for some one to get all three gifts, there is only about ten at a time. These people are most admired and can do what ever they want. A little less rare is getting two gifts, there is only about fifty who have these. These people have only a few jobs they can't do and are still admired. Most of the population only has one gift, they have limited jobs and are quite common. Then there are those who don't have any gift. No one is quite sure why they don't have a gift, maybe they were forgotten. But they never exceed five, and there fate is in the hands of others. There lives are terrible.
It's quite hard to tell if someone has a gift (unless it's beauty.) So to determine who has these gifts they have stars on their arms. Perhaps who ever gave them the gifts believe that they should have some kind of representation to show that they are special. It's a simple star, but a special one.
Our story takes place in this society. It's a small place about five hundred as their population. But we are focusing on two people who were not gifted.
Their names are Rose and Ron Nickol. Like most ungifted people they don't have the best lives ever. They were twins, brother and sister, who live in a one room apartment who have the job nobody wants. Actually most ungifted people don't even have jobs. But luckily for them, they had a friend in school, who offered them a job.
His name is Mr. Joesph Calone. He isn't the nicest person you will ever meet, but he isn't the meanest either. He didn't hire the Nickols because he felt bad for them, he hired them because he needed some one under him. That was his dream: to have some one under him.
He worked for a factory that made a lot of things. (Most factories make numerous things that aren't related because of the small population.) He was the designer. He decided that was very big job and when he did it, he did it with them. They mostly cleaned up after him and got him what ever he wanted at the moment. He mostly just liked them around for when he got frustrated he could boss around.
But the truth was they didn't mind. They thought they deserved it because they didn't have a star. Like it was their fault or something.
But let us get started with the story. It was a very important day in the factory. Today, Rachel Hensworth, a woman with three stars was coming to judge the factory. It seemed, today, the factory was cleaner then usual, at least to Emily Tolls, the owner of the factory.
That's weird. How did that happen? I'll ask the janitor, she thought looking at the shiny door handle. If you were passing by, you would think that she didn't know what a door handle was because as you looked over she was standing there looking at it with a very confused look on her face.
“Miss Tolls, what are you doing?” asked one of her employees.
“Why is it so clean?” she asked back.
“Mrs. Hensworth is coming over today,” her employee responded.
“Yeah, I knew that. But I remember leaving the office and it wasn't dirty but it wasn't this clean.”
“I think that uh, Mr. Calone, uh, told, uh, told those people to clean or something. They stayed over time,” her employee said.
“Huh?”
“Ask Mr. Calone.”
“Ugh, don't have time for that. Got things to do before Ms. Hensworth comes. Oh well, it doesn't matter much anyway,” Emily said to herself. But right at that moment, the bell that signaled that someone was coming in, rang.
It would have quite funny seeing almost all the company run to the door yelling “she's here” or “she early.” It was even funnier when they all got there, the surprise was that the Nikols, who were running late from cleaning all last night, were just arriving and had been the ones to open the door. But perhaps it was the funniest part to watch Emily yell at them just as Rachel came in.
“Miss Tolls, it doesn't make a very good impression on me, when I come in and you are yelling at your employees to not . . . be here,” Rachel said.
“Oh, not my employees, they work for our designer, Mr. Calone,” Emily said.
“So you yell at employees, that aren't even yours,” Rachel said.
“But they don't have any stars,” Emily said.
“Let me see your arms,” Rachel said.
Rose and Ron held out their arms to show their lack of stars.
“Not you. Miss Tolls,” Rachel said.
Miss Tolls held out her arm to show her star.
“One star, Miss Tolls?” Rachel said.
“Well, it is pretty rare for someone to get two stars, I mean only ten percent has two stars,” Emily said, shifting her feet back and forth.
“And yet, you run a company,” Rachel said.
“Yes,” Emily said.
“Do you see my point?” Rachel suggested.
“One star people shouldn't run companies,” Emily guessed.
Rachel shook her head. “I guess I'm ready for that tour. I hope it impresses me more then the introduction to you.”
“Right of course,” said Emily and she led Rachel around.
Mr. Calone was the one who was stuck with Rose and Ron.
“Rose,” he yelled.
“Yes, Mr. Calone,” she said.
“Didn't I ask you to prepare my office for Mrs. Henworth's visit?” he asked.
“Yes, sir. And I did,” she responded.
“Do it again,” he said.
“Yes, sir,” she said and headed in that direction.
“And Ron,”
“Yes, sir?”
“I need about 25 sheets of paper for the designs that I'm creating today,” he said.
“Yes, sir. Right away, sir,” Ron said and headed in his direction.
Life was good for Joseph.
There is a society where people are gifted as soon as they turn eighteen. There are three kind of gifts: incredible beauty, some kind of super power, and invincibility. Now, it's very rare for some one to get all three gifts, there is only about ten at a time. These people are most admired and can do what ever they want. A little less rare is getting two gifts, there is only about fifty who have these. These people have only a few jobs they can't do and are still admired. Most of the population only has one gift, they have limited jobs and are quite common. Then there are those who don't have any gift. No one is quite sure why they don't have a gift, maybe they were forgotten. But they never exceed five, and there fate is in the hands of others. There lives are terrible.
It's quite hard to tell if someone has a gift (unless it's beauty.) So to determine who has these gifts they have stars on their arms. Perhaps who ever gave them the gifts believe that they should have some kind of representation to show that they are special. It's a simple star, but a special one.
Our story takes place in this society. It's a small place about five hundred as their population. But we are focusing on two people who were not gifted.
Their names are Rose and Ron Nickol. Like most ungifted people they don't have the best lives ever. They were twins, brother and sister, who live in a one room apartment who have the job nobody wants. Actually most ungifted people don't even have jobs. But luckily for them, they had a friend in school, who offered them a job.
His name is Mr. Joesph Calone. He isn't the nicest person you will ever meet, but he isn't the meanest either. He didn't hire the Nickols because he felt bad for them, he hired them because he needed some one under him. That was his dream: to have some one under him.
He worked for a factory that made a lot of things. (Most factories make numerous things that aren't related because of the small population.) He was the designer. He decided that was very big job and when he did it, he did it with them. They mostly cleaned up after him and got him what ever he wanted at the moment. He mostly just liked them around for when he got frustrated he could boss around.
But the truth was they didn't mind. They thought they deserved it because they didn't have a star. Like it was their fault or something.
But let us get started with the story. It was a very important day in the factory. Today, Rachel Hensworth, a woman with three stars was coming to judge the factory. It seemed, today, the factory was cleaner then usual, at least to Emily Tolls, the owner of the factory.
That's weird. How did that happen? I'll ask the janitor, she thought looking at the shiny door handle. If you were passing by, you would think that she didn't know what a door handle was because as you looked over she was standing there looking at it with a very confused look on her face.
“Miss Tolls, what are you doing?” asked one of her employees.
“Why is it so clean?” she asked back.
“Mrs. Hensworth is coming over today,” her employee responded.
“Yeah, I knew that. But I remember leaving the office and it wasn't dirty but it wasn't this clean.”
“I think that uh, Mr. Calone, uh, told, uh, told those people to clean or something. They stayed over time,” her employee said.
“Huh?”
“Ask Mr. Calone.”
“Ugh, don't have time for that. Got things to do before Ms. Hensworth comes. Oh well, it doesn't matter much anyway,” Emily said to herself. But right at that moment, the bell that signaled that someone was coming in, rang.
It would have quite funny seeing almost all the company run to the door yelling “she's here” or “she early.” It was even funnier when they all got there, the surprise was that the Nikols, who were running late from cleaning all last night, were just arriving and had been the ones to open the door. But perhaps it was the funniest part to watch Emily yell at them just as Rachel came in.
“Miss Tolls, it doesn't make a very good impression on me, when I come in and you are yelling at your employees to not . . . be here,” Rachel said.
“Oh, not my employees, they work for our designer, Mr. Calone,” Emily said.
“So you yell at employees, that aren't even yours,” Rachel said.
“But they don't have any stars,” Emily said.
“Let me see your arms,” Rachel said.
Rose and Ron held out their arms to show their lack of stars.
“Not you. Miss Tolls,” Rachel said.
Miss Tolls held out her arm to show her star.
“One star, Miss Tolls?” Rachel said.
“Well, it is pretty rare for someone to get two stars, I mean only ten percent has two stars,” Emily said, shifting her feet back and forth.
“And yet, you run a company,” Rachel said.
“Yes,” Emily said.
“Do you see my point?” Rachel suggested.
“One star people shouldn't run companies,” Emily guessed.
Rachel shook her head. “I guess I'm ready for that tour. I hope it impresses me more then the introduction to you.”
“Right of course,” said Emily and she led Rachel around.
Mr. Calone was the one who was stuck with Rose and Ron.
“Rose,” he yelled.
“Yes, Mr. Calone,” she said.
“Didn't I ask you to prepare my office for Mrs. Henworth's visit?” he asked.
“Yes, sir. And I did,” she responded.
“Do it again,” he said.
“Yes, sir,” she said and headed in that direction.
“And Ron,”
“Yes, sir?”
“I need about 25 sheets of paper for the designs that I'm creating today,” he said.
“Yes, sir. Right away, sir,” Ron said and headed in his direction.
Life was good for Joseph.
Change Pictures
I realized that I had no pictures on here. I'm going to have to start adding more. I'm not a great artist, but I love drawing pictures from my stories. These ones all have to do with "Change". (A story I don't have posted on here.)
I thought that this was an amazing picture. This is the cover that I drew for my short novel "Change". I really liked it, even though the artistry isn't the best. I thought the leaves were cool.
This picture is also something I drew based off of Change. Two characters, Henry and Princess Sarah. The two never actually are together in the story, but I thought they were a cute couple. Oh, and if you know the ending to Change don't ruin it.
That's all the pictures I have right now. I really like them. I'm hoping to draw more character pictures soon, and not just for Change either, other stories too.
I thought that this was an amazing picture. This is the cover that I drew for my short novel "Change". I really liked it, even though the artistry isn't the best. I thought the leaves were cool.
This picture is also something I drew based off of Change. Two characters, Henry and Princess Sarah. The two never actually are together in the story, but I thought they were a cute couple. Oh, and if you know the ending to Change don't ruin it.
That's all the pictures I have right now. I really like them. I'm hoping to draw more character pictures soon, and not just for Change either, other stories too.
Jan 27, 2010
The Selfless
This story has a much more serious tone to it. It actually has to do with how a selfless act can go a long way. It also has to do with things like war, poverty, and national debt. Don't get offended, these are just my opinions.
Katie opened the door to her small house and threw the keys on the table, she then sat down and started to look quickly through the mail. She opened nothing but just threw it on the table to look at later. But something caught her eye, most of the letters had said her name, but not this one.
This one was unique from the others, the small manuscript read "Phillip D. Butler". It must have been a mistake. She started to think. Did she know a Phillip D. Butler? No. How close by did he live? What was the address? She gaped as she read her own address. The right thing to have done right then would have been to return the letter to post office and tell them of the mistake.
But that is not what happened. Katie was much to nosy to keep to her own business, the letter looked important and she wanted to open it. She justified her actions by thinking to herself, They'll probably just send it back anyway. And it was sent to my address, maybe they just got the name wrong.
So she opened it. It was a repossession letter. They were going to repossess her house unless she could get to them the proper amount of money by June 3, 2056.
"2056!" Katie exclaimed. That's when she felt herself get lifted up in the air by a rush of wind.
Katie opened the door to her small house and threw the keys on the table, she then sat down and started to look quickly through the mail. She opened nothing but just threw it on the table to look at later. But something caught her eye, most of the letters had said her name, but not this one.
This one was unique from the others, the small manuscript read "Phillip D. Butler". It must have been a mistake. She started to think. Did she know a Phillip D. Butler? No. How close by did he live? What was the address? She gaped as she read her own address. The right thing to have done right then would have been to return the letter to post office and tell them of the mistake.
But that is not what happened. Katie was much to nosy to keep to her own business, the letter looked important and she wanted to open it. She justified her actions by thinking to herself, They'll probably just send it back anyway. And it was sent to my address, maybe they just got the name wrong.
So she opened it. It was a repossession letter. They were going to repossess her house unless she could get to them the proper amount of money by June 3, 2056.
"2056!" Katie exclaimed. That's when she felt herself get lifted up in the air by a rush of wind.
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