Dear People,
Kiera, Amber and I will be going. I feel that this blog isn't getting anywhere. Kiera and Amber agree, at least I think they do. I haven't gotten to do much art and Kiera is posting disturbing stories. Anyways, in case anybody actually IS going on this blog, just making sure you know this log is discontinued. Kiera has an account, so she will probably write her own goodbye.
Sincerely,
Kiera, Amber and Veronica
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Monday, March 25, 2013
Writing and Books
Dear People,
First and foremost, I would like to apologize for Kiera's story. She didn't tell me she was going to post that.
Amber has just found an interest in writing. She likes to write sad things. Kiera likes to write disturbing things. I just like to write, period. I love how words have the powers to transport us other places. I think anything written down or spoken in words, highlighting how words can change us, is poetic sounding. No matter how badly worded.
I enjoy being someone else. A boy wizard or a girl shape-shifter, maybe a girl who would give her life to protect her younger sibling. I love to read.
I was reading a book and the main character was much like me. I found some of those cool pictures where someone writes a quote in fancy font. They say exactly what I'm saying. I'll post them at the end...
...which is about now. I will have to be going. Kiera hasn't appeared. Must be pouting. Bye then.
Sincerely,
Just Veronica
First and foremost, I would like to apologize for Kiera's story. She didn't tell me she was going to post that.
Amber has just found an interest in writing. She likes to write sad things. Kiera likes to write disturbing things. I just like to write, period. I love how words have the powers to transport us other places. I think anything written down or spoken in words, highlighting how words can change us, is poetic sounding. No matter how badly worded.
I enjoy being someone else. A boy wizard or a girl shape-shifter, maybe a girl who would give her life to protect her younger sibling. I love to read.
I was reading a book and the main character was much like me. I found some of those cool pictures where someone writes a quote in fancy font. They say exactly what I'm saying. I'll post them at the end...
...which is about now. I will have to be going. Kiera hasn't appeared. Must be pouting. Bye then.
Sincerely,
Just Veronica
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
The Artsy Part
Dear People,
I have a new part of my brain. This part is just a part that loves art and music. I loved art and music before, but now I love it more, so it deserves a name. Kiera and I decided on Amber. She makes techno music. I think we'll all become great friends.
Sincerely,
Kiera, Victoria and Amber
I have a new part of my brain. This part is just a part that loves art and music. I loved art and music before, but now I love it more, so it deserves a name. Kiera and I decided on Amber. She makes techno music. I think we'll all become great friends.
Sincerely,
Kiera, Victoria and Amber
The Madhouse
"Deep in the forest lay an alone and secluded prison, full of the screams and cries of the damned ringing through it. This was the place for insane, the crazy, the mad. And the witches.
The iron bars kept the cursed in their cells in solitaire. The guard sat the dim light of a small oil lamp, waiting until nightfall, when the next shift would arrive and they could run home in fear. They were the next to earn a place in the mad house. Hearing shouts of misery all day already gave them nightmares.
A true witch by the name of Adrienne sat alone in her small cell on a lumpy cot. Her beautiful mask covering the nasty inside was perfect despite the many whippings and beatings she received from the guards. Many of them stopped by her cell to stare at her pretty face.
She expelled a fire from her fingers, lighting a small pile of straw, keeping her warm. The guard stationed near by shouted at her and rattled the iron bars. She ignored him and looked deep into the fire, trying to cast a spell to burn the lock so she could escape. Tonight she would be free.
She called upon the man, summoning him inside her cell, just walking past the barrier. As soon as he passed through, he awoke from her daze and attempted to back away from her, falling against the bars. He roared for help as she approached slowly.
"It won't work." She said, stepping up to the man.
"What? They must let me out. I'm not mad!"
"Your cries mean nothing to them. You are now just like everybody else. Except you are about to die." This only brought more screams from the man.
Adrienne circled around the guard, whispering in ancient tongue, and he fell to the floor. He wasn't truly dead, for she was a young witch, without the heart to murder. She extracted his blood and sprinkled over the fire. She pulled out a wooden bowl that she had weaved from scraps of wood and hair. She placed over the fire, but kept it from burning with a charm, and slowly started chanting and hissing. The fire roared and crackled, and Adrienne stepped into the flames, enclosing her human form.
After several minutes, the fire sputtered out and a hideous creature so ugly words could not describe it stepped out. Instead of her long, silky, honey colored hair, it was a matted brown with rough quality. Replacing a pleasant rosy face was a gnarly greenish colored scaly skin with putrid green eyes. In a swift motion she awoke the guard who would not stop calling for help, crying out to his dear god.
Adrienne cackled and the walls faded away, leaving nothing but rows of cell with an open end. The witch faded away, gone forever, setting free all of the insane and leaving them to the guards. By morning they were scattered all over the country side, the only trace was an empty prison with blood in the bars."
The iron bars kept the cursed in their cells in solitaire. The guard sat the dim light of a small oil lamp, waiting until nightfall, when the next shift would arrive and they could run home in fear. They were the next to earn a place in the mad house. Hearing shouts of misery all day already gave them nightmares.
A true witch by the name of Adrienne sat alone in her small cell on a lumpy cot. Her beautiful mask covering the nasty inside was perfect despite the many whippings and beatings she received from the guards. Many of them stopped by her cell to stare at her pretty face.
She expelled a fire from her fingers, lighting a small pile of straw, keeping her warm. The guard stationed near by shouted at her and rattled the iron bars. She ignored him and looked deep into the fire, trying to cast a spell to burn the lock so she could escape. Tonight she would be free.
She called upon the man, summoning him inside her cell, just walking past the barrier. As soon as he passed through, he awoke from her daze and attempted to back away from her, falling against the bars. He roared for help as she approached slowly.
"It won't work." She said, stepping up to the man.
"What? They must let me out. I'm not mad!"
"Your cries mean nothing to them. You are now just like everybody else. Except you are about to die." This only brought more screams from the man.
Adrienne circled around the guard, whispering in ancient tongue, and he fell to the floor. He wasn't truly dead, for she was a young witch, without the heart to murder. She extracted his blood and sprinkled over the fire. She pulled out a wooden bowl that she had weaved from scraps of wood and hair. She placed over the fire, but kept it from burning with a charm, and slowly started chanting and hissing. The fire roared and crackled, and Adrienne stepped into the flames, enclosing her human form.
After several minutes, the fire sputtered out and a hideous creature so ugly words could not describe it stepped out. Instead of her long, silky, honey colored hair, it was a matted brown with rough quality. Replacing a pleasant rosy face was a gnarly greenish colored scaly skin with putrid green eyes. In a swift motion she awoke the guard who would not stop calling for help, crying out to his dear god.
Adrienne cackled and the walls faded away, leaving nothing but rows of cell with an open end. The witch faded away, gone forever, setting free all of the insane and leaving them to the guards. By morning they were scattered all over the country side, the only trace was an empty prison with blood in the bars."
Monday, March 11, 2013
Steampunk and Lace
Dear People,
I think steampunk is really awesome. Forgive me if I don't really understand it. But I looked up steampunk and I found some really cool things.
I thought the clocks and watches were really awesome, so I saved some pictures of the ones I liked.
I also searched some Victorian clothes and hairstyles and saw a picture of a person with a lace umbrella. So we then searched lace umbrella and Kiera liked the black lace.
I then searched some hair art. It was really awesome. Kiera thought one of them looked like pencil shavings.
I decided to search white lace umbrellas and fans and found some. They are really cool.
"Enjoy this picture of a purple eye:"
See ya,
Kiera and Veronica
I think steampunk is really awesome. Forgive me if I don't really understand it. But I looked up steampunk and I found some really cool things.
I thought the clocks and watches were really awesome, so I saved some pictures of the ones I liked.
I also searched some Victorian clothes and hairstyles and saw a picture of a person with a lace umbrella. So we then searched lace umbrella and Kiera liked the black lace.
I then searched some hair art. It was really awesome. Kiera thought one of them looked like pencil shavings.
I decided to search white lace umbrellas and fans and found some. They are really cool.
"Enjoy this picture of a purple eye:"
See ya,
Kiera and Veronica
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