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Hello girlies!

So I’m just going to post something I wrote for my WriteAtHome assignment last week. it’s the final draft of a three draft assignment, about writing fables like "The Hare and the Tortoise" and "The Fox and the Sour Grapes" and stuff. So here it is!
The Mouse and the Cookie Jar

            Once upon a time in a little hole beside a big oak tree lived a family of mice. There was Mother Mouse with her yellow sun hat and Father Mouse with his bright green tie. There was Sister Mouse with her lacy pink dress, and Brother Mouse with his black pirate hat with a bright red feather. Last of all, there was Baby Mouse with a blue baby bonnet.

Sometimes, Father Mouse would scurry across the yard over to Mr. Hummel’s kitchen to grab a lump of cheese or bread for them to eat instead of the boring old nuts. Mr Hummel’s kitchen was a dangerous place for young mice, so Mother Mouse made sure her children never tried to sneak in. She would warn them that “If I ever find that any of you have gone to Mr Hummel’s house I will send you to bed without any supper.” Both mice did not want to be punished, and Sister Mouse was happy to stay at home. Brother Mouse, however, still would dream about travelling to the giant house across the yard.

            One sunny day, Mother Mouse and Father Mouse declared that they were going to visit their cousins. They kissed their children good-bye, and told them to be good little mice while they were gone. “We’ll see you tonight, dears!” Mother Mouse called, “and remember: stay out of Mr Hummel’s kitchen!” Then they were off.

            Sister Mouse immediately began to play peek-a-boo with Baby Mouse as she had been told. However, Brother Mouse sneakily looked from side, looking for a way to escape the mouse hole. While his sister wasn’t looking, he raced out the door, out into the open. He leapt over rocks and splashed through rain puddles towards Mr. Hummel’s house, and finally he found the mouse-hole to get into the house that he had heard about in his father’s stories. He squeezed through, and was in! He gave a shout for joy and hurried into the kitchen—right into a giant, fluffy cat. Brother Mouse froze. Laughing, the cat snatched him up in his paw. Squirming in the cat’s tight grip, Brother Mouse bit down on one of the cat’s whiskers, and the cat dropped him, hissing. Wide-eyed and panting, the mouse rushed off into the kitchen, and scrambled up a dish cloth hanging from the counter, climbing up to safety. He collapsed, exhausted and trembling. He hadn’t thought the cat would be that fast!

            Eventually the little mouse hopped back up onto his feet and scampered down towards the cupboards. Opening the big wooden doors, he gazed in wonder at the amazing things he saw. Biscuits, cheese, breads, fruits—anything a mouse could ask for! He began to gather the food into his arms, but then he saw the cookie jar.

He remembered the stories his father told him about the amazing taste of cookies, and licked his lips as he imagined the sugary taste. He looked at the cheese he held in his arms and hesitated. “Maybe I’ve got enough already—this cheese would feed us for a week!” he told himself. But instead he dropped the cheese and bread, and opened up the lid of the cookie jar. Peeking inside, he saw more chocolate-chip cookies than he thought was possible to have at once! He reached and reached, but couldn’t touch them. He stretched farther, trying to smell the sweet scent of the cookies until…Plop! He fell right into the cookie jar, and the lid came down on top. He was trapped. He pushed on the lid, trying to free himself, but it was no use. Brother Mouse yelled, but no one could hear him. He wiped his nose as he looked at the cookies, tears clouding his vision. They weren’t worth getting stuck in this small, dark jar! He wished he had never left home. He had even lost his bright red feather! He started to cry.

            Suddenly, the top was lifted off the jar. Brother Mouse leapt up, and saw a young girl looking at him. He squeaked in fear, what is she going to do to me, he thought. She screamed and picked him up by his tail, throwing him out the window, where he landed in a bush. Scratched and bruised, Brother Mouse stumbled home as fast as he could, trying not to cry. When he opened the door to his little home, Father and Mother Mouse were standing there, arms crossed, with eyes like embers. He hung his head. Mother Mouse pointed to his room without a word, and the shamed little mouse marched off to bed without any supper.

When he woke up, he felt good as new, though still shaken after his visit to Mr Hummel’s house, and when he looked at his hat sitting on the shelf, it proudly wore a new bright red feather.


So tell me how you liked it. :) I have to admit I’ve fallen in love with it… ^_^ So yeah. I want feedback!

have a great day!



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For Renee from weheartmusic. ;)

So I’m going to kinda give you an outline for writing a masterpiece. :) So here goes.

1: Have a theme in mind.

It usually helps when you know what you want to write about. Taylor Swift always picks an emotion and centers in on how you feel/what you remember/what you’re hoping for when you experience that particular emotion.

Examples of emotions most commonly used:

Hearbreak, love (bahaha big one;) lol), sadness, hope, wonder, etc.

2: Find one good line.

I always start with one line. For instance, the last one I wrote my one line was:

"Like an ant before a giant, will I stand shaking in your shadow?"

and then I expanded. :)

also, your first line will be edited like 5 billion times, so it might sound nothing like the final product.

3: Expand.

Just write whatever comes naturally. Honestly. I mean, the great thing about poetry is that it is a reflection of the feelings and emotions from inside of your heart.

4: Find a common rhythem/rhyming sequence.

This is pretty much self explanitory. Count syllables. Say it out loud. Count number of lines in each stanza. Yeah.


I write all of my lines with two spaces in between the first time, double spaced the second, and then as a final draft the third. I fill all the empty space every time. It takes a long time to completely edit something, and even then it won’t be perfect, but it’ll be beautiful. ;)

So yeah. :) I don’t claim to be great at writing by any stretch of the imagination, but I do love writing poems, and i have a ton of people saying they like them, so yeah. :) I’m ok at it. ^_^

Have a great day!


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Isn’t it marvellous what the human brain can do?

Just read this:

We’ll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes,
But the plural of ox became oxen, not oxes.

One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese.
Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.

You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice,
Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.

If the plural of man is always called men,
Why shouldn’t the plural of pan be called pen?

If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
Why shouldn’t the plural of booth be called beeth?

Then one may be thtat, and three would be those,
Yet hat in the plural would never be hose…

We speak of a brother and also of brethren,
But though we say mother, we never say methren.

Then the masculin pronouns are he, his, and him,
But imagine the feminine, she, shis, and shim.

Let’s face it,
English is a crazy language.

There is no egg in eggplant, nor ham in hamburger, niether apple in pinneapple. English muffins have the gall not to be invented in England.

We find quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square, and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea, nor a pig.

And why is that writiers write, but fingers don’t fing, grocers don’t groce, and hammers don’t ham?

Doesn’t it seem crazy that you can make amends, but not one amend? If you have a bunch of odds and ends, and get rid of all but one of them, what do you have?

If teachers taught,
Why don’t preachers praught?

If a vegetarian eats vegetables,
What does a humanitarian eat?

Sometimes, I think all the fools who grew up speaking English should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane.

In what other language do people recite at a play,
And play at a recital?
Ship by truck and send cargo by ship?
Have noses that run and feet that smell?
How can a fat chance and a slim chance be the same,
While a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?

You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down; in which you fill in a form by filling it out and in which an alarm goes off by going on.

What can I say? English is a crazy language.

Post some other crazy things in the English language–I`ll see who can get the weirdest! (has to be not mentioned above!)
I really want to know what you guys find weird about our language…

Next time I post, I`ll be posting about how to write poetry, as I promised weheartmusic I would. ;)


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Hey everyone. :)

So this weekend I was with my amazing friends, Kaitlin, Becki, and Bria who live in a very small town about 5 hours away from where I do. :) It was really really fun. I miss them so much already. So if you guys are reading this, thanks for the amazing time, for listening to my rants, and for picking me up from the train station. lol

So I was reading through my journal which I’m half way done (in 10 days. A record.) and I came across a poem I wrote while I was babysitting (after the kids were in bed, don’t worry. Lol) I thought I’d post it, so here it is:
Tell me, when I get to heaven
Will I be twenty or eighty-two?
Will I die when I am old,
Or young, as I risk my life for you?
Will I weep for your great mercy,
Or will I laugh for joy?
The joy of seeing you, my King,
My councillor, my all in all.
Will I be greeted by the angels–
A choir of heavenly song?
Or shall it be with a holy silence,
A peaceful entrance home.
LIke an ant before a giant,
Will i stand shaking in your shadow?
For who am I, a sinful girl,
To be called your daughter?
Will i see you in the distance,
And run to meet my saviour?
Will I jump into your open arms,
Or kiss those feet so dear?
So as I stand before your glory,
Will I praise your name?
Or will I have no words to say–
Will I be too filled with shame?
But no matter what my entrance be,
My life is ever yours.
Be it upon this here earth,
Or on your heavenly shores.

So yeah, that’s it. :) I only have time for a short posting now, but I’ll write more later. Now that I’m back in a normal routine, I’ll be able to actually post once or twice every week. :)

Btw, how do you like the template? ;) I love it. :)


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