I have a book called, "Unjournaling" that I got for Christmas. Basically, it's a book with all these fun exercises that are challenging and make you write creatively. Here's a writing challenge that I'm doing:
What are the best reasons for doing nothing? List them.
Doing nothing makes you think, and thinking is good.
Doing nothing lets you notice interesting details you missed before when you were something.
Doing nothing lets you rest.
Doing nothing sometimes is good. After doing lots of something everyone needs to do nothing once in a while.
Doing nothing helps you realize that doing nothing can really be boring, sometimes, and helps you do something.
Here's another exercise:
Chris walks into the room. By describing only the reactions of others in the room, let us know something about him.
Chris walked into the room. Melanie flinched. Teressa whimpered. Cassie made big, puppy, dog eyes at him. You could almost see the hearts in her eyes. "Oh, brother," Sally mumbled, rolling her eyes.
What do you think Chris is like? Comment your answers please.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Unjournaling
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I am 21-year-old author, actress, daydreamer, voracious reader, introvert, klutz, fangirl, and overuser of tape. I love the impossible (which might explain my obsessions with YA novels) but I dip into the real world . . . occasionally. I’m a big fan of dogs, Broadway musicals, and bittersweet endings. When I'm not hunched over a laptop writing a new story, you can find me onstage in whatever theatrical production I've allowed to take over my life. I am a contributor to the “Fauxpocalypse” anthology and the author of “Instructions for Flight” and “Ghost Light,” both collections of poetry. You can follow me on Twitter and Instagram at @KateIFoley.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
High Yellow!!!
Hi everyone!
I haven't posted in a while, but I am now!
I'm sure most of you know already, but I'm taking Tae Kwon Do. Maxim was the first to start, then, later, Daddy and I started. And guess what? Recently I got my High Yellow!!!!! It's my second belt I had to test for.
This is the order of belts:
White
Low Yellow
High Yellow
Low Green
High Green
Low Blue
High Blue
Low Brown
High Brown
Pre-Dan
Black Belt
Maxim is a low green and Daddy is High Yellow, too.
I'll post again later!
Love,
Kate:)
I haven't posted in a while, but I am now!
I'm sure most of you know already, but I'm taking Tae Kwon Do. Maxim was the first to start, then, later, Daddy and I started. And guess what? Recently I got my High Yellow!!!!! It's my second belt I had to test for.
This is the order of belts:
White
Low Yellow
High Yellow
Low Green
High Green
Low Blue
High Blue
Low Brown
High Brown
Pre-Dan
Black Belt
Maxim is a low green and Daddy is High Yellow, too.
I'll post again later!
Love,
Kate:)
Labels:
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The Magic Violinist
I am 21-year-old author, actress, daydreamer, voracious reader, introvert, klutz, fangirl, and overuser of tape. I love the impossible (which might explain my obsessions with YA novels) but I dip into the real world . . . occasionally. I’m a big fan of dogs, Broadway musicals, and bittersweet endings. When I'm not hunched over a laptop writing a new story, you can find me onstage in whatever theatrical production I've allowed to take over my life. I am a contributor to the “Fauxpocalypse” anthology and the author of “Instructions for Flight” and “Ghost Light,” both collections of poetry. You can follow me on Twitter and Instagram at @KateIFoley.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Fill in the Blank
I want a magic wand.
I can't get enough of Harry Potter.
I think batteries are expensive.
I think it's annoying that cigarettes and alcohol are not against the law.
I’m not sure I like the smell of germ killer.
I’m hungry when I see a good food commercial.
For cinco de mayo I went out for Mexican food.
I’m mad that the detectives got kicked off Amazing Race.
I’m glad that I have good cards for my brother's upcoming Yu-Gi-Oh! tournament.
I’m nervous about losing in my brother's tournament.
I have a LOT of books.
I need help to make a new blog.
I wish that I could get published.
I’m excited that it's getting closer to the American Idol finale!
I’m happy that we bought Scout.
This is my brother's.
I want v tiger jet and vw tiger catapult. (A Yu-Gi-Oh! card.)
I can't get enough Yu-Gi-Oh! cards.
I think batteries are stupid.
I think it's annoying that there are a lot of banks.
I’m not sure I like ?????????
I’m hungry when my stomach tells me.
For cinco de mayo I went out for Mexican food.
I’m mad ????????????
I’m glad that my tournament is in one day.
I’m nervous about losing the tournament.
I have a tournament in one day.
I need cooperation.
I wish upon a star.
I’m excited for the tournament.
I’m happy that my tournament is in one day.
Now you fill in the blank.
I can't get enough of Harry Potter.
I think batteries are expensive.
I think it's annoying that cigarettes and alcohol are not against the law.
I’m not sure I like the smell of germ killer.
I’m hungry when I see a good food commercial.
For cinco de mayo I went out for Mexican food.
I’m mad that the detectives got kicked off Amazing Race.
I’m glad that I have good cards for my brother's upcoming Yu-Gi-Oh! tournament.
I’m nervous about losing in my brother's tournament.
I have a LOT of books.
I need help to make a new blog.
I wish that I could get published.
I’m excited that it's getting closer to the American Idol finale!
I’m happy that we bought Scout.
This is my brother's.
I want v tiger jet and vw tiger catapult. (A Yu-Gi-Oh! card.)
I can't get enough Yu-Gi-Oh! cards.
I think batteries are stupid.
I think it's annoying that there are a lot of banks.
I’m not sure I like ?????????
I’m hungry when my stomach tells me.
For cinco de mayo I went out for Mexican food.
I’m mad ????????????
I’m glad that my tournament is in one day.
I’m nervous about losing the tournament.
I have a tournament in one day.
I need cooperation.
I wish upon a star.
I’m excited for the tournament.
I’m happy that my tournament is in one day.
Now you fill in the blank.
Labels:
blog meme,
The Magic Violinist
I am 21-year-old author, actress, daydreamer, voracious reader, introvert, klutz, fangirl, and overuser of tape. I love the impossible (which might explain my obsessions with YA novels) but I dip into the real world . . . occasionally. I’m a big fan of dogs, Broadway musicals, and bittersweet endings. When I'm not hunched over a laptop writing a new story, you can find me onstage in whatever theatrical production I've allowed to take over my life. I am a contributor to the “Fauxpocalypse” anthology and the author of “Instructions for Flight” and “Ghost Light,” both collections of poetry. You can follow me on Twitter and Instagram at @KateIFoley.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Scout Pictures #2.
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The Magic Violinist
I am 21-year-old author, actress, daydreamer, voracious reader, introvert, klutz, fangirl, and overuser of tape. I love the impossible (which might explain my obsessions with YA novels) but I dip into the real world . . . occasionally. I’m a big fan of dogs, Broadway musicals, and bittersweet endings. When I'm not hunched over a laptop writing a new story, you can find me onstage in whatever theatrical production I've allowed to take over my life. I am a contributor to the “Fauxpocalypse” anthology and the author of “Instructions for Flight” and “Ghost Light,” both collections of poetry. You can follow me on Twitter and Instagram at @KateIFoley.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Scout
Hey everyone!
You've probably heard stuff about Scout on my mom's blog. But I thought I might show you some pictures.
I'm going to try to get the world record for cutest dog! But I'll need your help. I'll number the pictures and in your comment give me your votes for the ones you like best!
Ready? Here goes!

You've probably heard stuff about Scout on my mom's blog. But I thought I might show you some pictures.
I'm going to try to get the world record for cutest dog! But I'll need your help. I'll number the pictures and in your comment give me your votes for the ones you like best!
Ready? Here goes!
Labels:
Scout,
The Magic Violinist
I am 21-year-old author, actress, daydreamer, voracious reader, introvert, klutz, fangirl, and overuser of tape. I love the impossible (which might explain my obsessions with YA novels) but I dip into the real world . . . occasionally. I’m a big fan of dogs, Broadway musicals, and bittersweet endings. When I'm not hunched over a laptop writing a new story, you can find me onstage in whatever theatrical production I've allowed to take over my life. I am a contributor to the “Fauxpocalypse” anthology and the author of “Instructions for Flight” and “Ghost Light,” both collections of poetry. You can follow me on Twitter and Instagram at @KateIFoley.
Pictures of Crochet Items
Hi everyone!
Here are the pictures I promised. I cannot put all the colors on, but at least this gives you the general idea. Now the yellow might look white. But I'll tell you what colors they are.

Here are the pictures I promised. I cannot put all the colors on, but at least this gives you the general idea. Now the yellow might look white. But I'll tell you what colors they are.
Labels:
crochet business,
The Magic Violinist
I am 21-year-old author, actress, daydreamer, voracious reader, introvert, klutz, fangirl, and overuser of tape. I love the impossible (which might explain my obsessions with YA novels) but I dip into the real world . . . occasionally. I’m a big fan of dogs, Broadway musicals, and bittersweet endings. When I'm not hunched over a laptop writing a new story, you can find me onstage in whatever theatrical production I've allowed to take over my life. I am a contributor to the “Fauxpocalypse” anthology and the author of “Instructions for Flight” and “Ghost Light,” both collections of poetry. You can follow me on Twitter and Instagram at @KateIFoley.
More Stuff About My Crochet Business
Hey everyone!
Thanks for the comments on "Crochet Business."
I have added two new colors for my crochet business.
Bracelet (Green): 55 cents
Necklace (Green): 75 cents
Scarf For Stuffed Animal (Green): 80 cents
Lucky Charm (Green): 25 cents
Bracelet (White): 15 cents
Necklace (White): 25 cents
Scarf For Stuffed Animal (White): 30 cents
Lucky Charm (White): 15 cents
I will be posting pictures as soon as my dad has a chance to upload them!
Again, comments, suggestion, orders, and questions should be posted in the comments section or e-mailed to me.
Thanks for the comments on "Crochet Business."
I have added two new colors for my crochet business.
Bracelet (Green): 55 cents
Necklace (Green): 75 cents
Scarf For Stuffed Animal (Green): 80 cents
Lucky Charm (Green): 25 cents
Bracelet (White): 15 cents
Necklace (White): 25 cents
Scarf For Stuffed Animal (White): 30 cents
Lucky Charm (White): 15 cents
I will be posting pictures as soon as my dad has a chance to upload them!
Again, comments, suggestion, orders, and questions should be posted in the comments section or e-mailed to me.
Labels:
crochet business,
The Magic Violinist
I am 21-year-old author, actress, daydreamer, voracious reader, introvert, klutz, fangirl, and overuser of tape. I love the impossible (which might explain my obsessions with YA novels) but I dip into the real world . . . occasionally. I’m a big fan of dogs, Broadway musicals, and bittersweet endings. When I'm not hunched over a laptop writing a new story, you can find me onstage in whatever theatrical production I've allowed to take over my life. I am a contributor to the “Fauxpocalypse” anthology and the author of “Instructions for Flight” and “Ghost Light,” both collections of poetry. You can follow me on Twitter and Instagram at @KateIFoley.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Crochet Business
Hello everyone!
I've decided I'm going to start a new business. It's going to be called "Kate's Crochet Business."(Catchy name, huh?)
I'm going to sell crocheted necklaces, bracelets, lucky charms, and scarves for stuffed animals entirely by myself.
Here are the prices:
Necklaces (Yellow): 50 cents.
Bracelets (Yellow): 25 cents.
Lucky Charms (Yellow): 5 cents.
Scarves For Stuffed Animals (Yellow): 35 cents.
Necklaces (Purple): 60 cents.
Bracelets (Purple): 35 cents.
Lucky Charms (Purple): 10 cents.
Scarves For Stuffed Animals (Purple): 50 cents.
Suggestions, questions, orders, and just plain old comments can either be left in the comment section or e-mailed to me.
Thanks!
I've decided I'm going to start a new business. It's going to be called "Kate's Crochet Business."(Catchy name, huh?)
I'm going to sell crocheted necklaces, bracelets, lucky charms, and scarves for stuffed animals entirely by myself.
Here are the prices:
Necklaces (Yellow): 50 cents.
Bracelets (Yellow): 25 cents.
Lucky Charms (Yellow): 5 cents.
Scarves For Stuffed Animals (Yellow): 35 cents.
Necklaces (Purple): 60 cents.
Bracelets (Purple): 35 cents.
Lucky Charms (Purple): 10 cents.
Scarves For Stuffed Animals (Purple): 50 cents.
Suggestions, questions, orders, and just plain old comments can either be left in the comment section or e-mailed to me.
Thanks!
Labels:
crochet business,
The Magic Violinist
I am 21-year-old author, actress, daydreamer, voracious reader, introvert, klutz, fangirl, and overuser of tape. I love the impossible (which might explain my obsessions with YA novels) but I dip into the real world . . . occasionally. I’m a big fan of dogs, Broadway musicals, and bittersweet endings. When I'm not hunched over a laptop writing a new story, you can find me onstage in whatever theatrical production I've allowed to take over my life. I am a contributor to the “Fauxpocalypse” anthology and the author of “Instructions for Flight” and “Ghost Light,” both collections of poetry. You can follow me on Twitter and Instagram at @KateIFoley.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
The Grand Total
Thank you everyone for donating to the kids' blog-a-thon. Through their stories and illustrations they raised $479.30. We are so proud of them and the effort they put in that week to try and help the people of Haiti. Even the stomach flu couldn't stop them!
I enjoyed the stories and pictures a lot, and I kept thinking about how fortunate we are as parents to have two such wonderful children. I wish you could have seen their faces as the donations came in. They almost couldn't believe what they were accomplishing. Thank you.
I enjoyed the stories and pictures a lot, and I kept thinking about how fortunate we are as parents to have two such wonderful children. I wish you could have seen their faces as the donations came in. They almost couldn't believe what they were accomplishing. Thank you.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Total Word Count
Thing 1 wrote five stories totalling 3,483 words. Way to go! Thing 2 has his final drawing on the way. Check back and enjoy.
Thank you everyone who pledged to help the kids with their Write for Haiti project. They loved getting feedback and comments this past week.
Thank you everyone who pledged to help the kids with their Write for Haiti project. They loved getting feedback and comments this past week.
Friday, January 22, 2010
New Illustrations
FYI: Thing 2 has completed his illustrations for "Alley Cat" and "Flightless Birds" (Days 3 and 4). Take a look and let him know what you think.
My Fifth Story
Hi everyone! This story is an abridged story but I will be making the regular one soon. I hope you enjoy my story!
Lucille Duck and the Award
Once upon a time, there was a duckling. Her name was Lucille. This particular duckling loved to watch her mom and dad, sisters and brothers, cousins and cousins twice removed--well, this list goes on for a while. Anyway, she loved to watch all of her older relatives fly. She was ALMOST old enough to go to The Academy Of Special Ducklings. This school was a special school for those who were related to the Ugly Duckling. The Ugly Duckling was Lucille's great-grandfather. Lucille was VERY close to her great-grandfather.
On Lucille's tenth birthday, her parents threw a surprise party. They invited Lucille's great-grandfather and her best friends who would be ten the next day, Kiley and Beth. At the party, everyone played Clip The Wings Of The Eagle because eagles hunt ducks and ducklings. After that game, everyone sang to music. One of the songs was "Li'l' Liza Duckling". Then everyone had cake. The cake said, "Happy Birthday Lucille!" The cake was chocolate and vanilla with strawberry frosting, Lucille's favorite. Finally, it was present time!
Lucille got four presents. Her parents got Lucille diving gear so she could sign up for swimming at the academy. All of Lucille's classes, except for getting food for yourself, she had to sign up for herself. Some of the classes you either needed to be related to certain people, or you needed the right material. Flying lessons, you need to have a LOT of money, or get permission from a famous or special duck. Lucille's family wasn't rich, but wasn't poor either. They had just enough to get a present or two for their kids for Christmas and birthdays, and still have enough for food, water, and bills. Lucille was beginning to lose hope of getting permission for flying. You weren't allowed to fly, (according to the academy) unless you got lessons. Kiley got Lucille leg warmers so she could be warm after she went swimming, and Beth got Lucille a towel. On the towel was Lucille and the Ugly Duckling. Lucille LOVED it.
Finally, it was time for the biggest present of all--her great-grandfather's present. That present was always the biggest. Lucille hugged her closest relative and opened the big box. She flapped her wings just a little so she wouldn't get in trouble with the academy and tore open the wrapping paper in excitement. Under the paper was . . . more wrapping paper on top of a smaller box. Lucille opened that paper. More paper was under it! It was like opening a Russian doll! Lucille opened it and opened it until all was left was a note. It said,
"I hereby declare, that Lucille Duck is eligible to sign up for flying lessons."
Lucille smiled and said,
"This is the best birthday ever!" Lucille hugged the Ugly Duckling again.
.........................................................
At the academy, after swimming, Lucille changed into her usual clothing and changed out of her diving and swimming gear. She walked off to the flying field with Kiley and Beth.
"Listen up everyone!" said the flying coach. "I don't want any misbehaving or else you will be expelled! Understand?"
Everyone gulped before saying,"Yes, coach!"
This coach was the strictest coach Lucille ever met, But her great-grandfather could fly so so could she!
"Now, flap your wings ten times straight into the air and let yourself drop until you get a yard or so away from the ground. Then flap a few more times slowly and land. On my horn. One, two, three!"
The horn was so loud, two ducklings flapped a little late. Lucille was the first to lift off. She flapped and flapped. Then dropped. She flapped more slowly and landed softly. Not too soft, but soft. Some people landed as lightly as a feather and tripped and fell. And some people landed like a fifty pound weight.
"Tut tut," said the coach. "Work on your landing!"
Lucille had a wonderful term and attended the award ceremony on the last day of term. She wasn't planning to get any awards but everyone was attending. She sat at the table closest to the ceremony stand. There were three stands. One for flying. First, second, third, and fourth place got awards. There were the same trophies for hunting and swimming. Fourth for everything overall got a certificate. Third and second got a bronze or silver medal. First got a golden trophy.
The principal stood up. The principal was the Ugly Duckling's dad.
"The four people for swimming that got awards are," Lucille heard some names that she never heard of except for second which was Kiley. This was the same for hunting. Second was Beth. Then the flying. Lucille listened real closely to this one.
"The four people for flying are, Ashley Webber in fourth!" Ashley proudly got her certificate. "Dilly Duckling in third!" Lucille's cousin received her medal. "Ivy Webber in second!" Ashley's twin sister also got her award. "And finally, Lucille Duckling in first! She wins the golden trophy! A true honor! Come on up Lucille!" Lucille was astonished. She walked up slowly expecting to wake up and find out this was all a dream. But no! Lucille truly had won the golden trophy! Every duckling clapped louder and louder until the sound grew deafening. Lucille smiled bigger than any other duckling that had won an award.

(Word Count: 896)
Lucille Duck and the Award
Once upon a time, there was a duckling. Her name was Lucille. This particular duckling loved to watch her mom and dad, sisters and brothers, cousins and cousins twice removed--well, this list goes on for a while. Anyway, she loved to watch all of her older relatives fly. She was ALMOST old enough to go to The Academy Of Special Ducklings. This school was a special school for those who were related to the Ugly Duckling. The Ugly Duckling was Lucille's great-grandfather. Lucille was VERY close to her great-grandfather.
On Lucille's tenth birthday, her parents threw a surprise party. They invited Lucille's great-grandfather and her best friends who would be ten the next day, Kiley and Beth. At the party, everyone played Clip The Wings Of The Eagle because eagles hunt ducks and ducklings. After that game, everyone sang to music. One of the songs was "Li'l' Liza Duckling". Then everyone had cake. The cake said, "Happy Birthday Lucille!" The cake was chocolate and vanilla with strawberry frosting, Lucille's favorite. Finally, it was present time!
Lucille got four presents. Her parents got Lucille diving gear so she could sign up for swimming at the academy. All of Lucille's classes, except for getting food for yourself, she had to sign up for herself. Some of the classes you either needed to be related to certain people, or you needed the right material. Flying lessons, you need to have a LOT of money, or get permission from a famous or special duck. Lucille's family wasn't rich, but wasn't poor either. They had just enough to get a present or two for their kids for Christmas and birthdays, and still have enough for food, water, and bills. Lucille was beginning to lose hope of getting permission for flying. You weren't allowed to fly, (according to the academy) unless you got lessons. Kiley got Lucille leg warmers so she could be warm after she went swimming, and Beth got Lucille a towel. On the towel was Lucille and the Ugly Duckling. Lucille LOVED it.
Finally, it was time for the biggest present of all--her great-grandfather's present. That present was always the biggest. Lucille hugged her closest relative and opened the big box. She flapped her wings just a little so she wouldn't get in trouble with the academy and tore open the wrapping paper in excitement. Under the paper was . . . more wrapping paper on top of a smaller box. Lucille opened that paper. More paper was under it! It was like opening a Russian doll! Lucille opened it and opened it until all was left was a note. It said,
"I hereby declare, that Lucille Duck is eligible to sign up for flying lessons."
Lucille smiled and said,
"This is the best birthday ever!" Lucille hugged the Ugly Duckling again.
.........................................................
At the academy, after swimming, Lucille changed into her usual clothing and changed out of her diving and swimming gear. She walked off to the flying field with Kiley and Beth.
"Listen up everyone!" said the flying coach. "I don't want any misbehaving or else you will be expelled! Understand?"
Everyone gulped before saying,"Yes, coach!"
This coach was the strictest coach Lucille ever met, But her great-grandfather could fly so so could she!
"Now, flap your wings ten times straight into the air and let yourself drop until you get a yard or so away from the ground. Then flap a few more times slowly and land. On my horn. One, two, three!"
The horn was so loud, two ducklings flapped a little late. Lucille was the first to lift off. She flapped and flapped. Then dropped. She flapped more slowly and landed softly. Not too soft, but soft. Some people landed as lightly as a feather and tripped and fell. And some people landed like a fifty pound weight.
"Tut tut," said the coach. "Work on your landing!"
Lucille had a wonderful term and attended the award ceremony on the last day of term. She wasn't planning to get any awards but everyone was attending. She sat at the table closest to the ceremony stand. There were three stands. One for flying. First, second, third, and fourth place got awards. There were the same trophies for hunting and swimming. Fourth for everything overall got a certificate. Third and second got a bronze or silver medal. First got a golden trophy.
The principal stood up. The principal was the Ugly Duckling's dad.
"The four people for swimming that got awards are," Lucille heard some names that she never heard of except for second which was Kiley. This was the same for hunting. Second was Beth. Then the flying. Lucille listened real closely to this one.
"The four people for flying are, Ashley Webber in fourth!" Ashley proudly got her certificate. "Dilly Duckling in third!" Lucille's cousin received her medal. "Ivy Webber in second!" Ashley's twin sister also got her award. "And finally, Lucille Duckling in first! She wins the golden trophy! A true honor! Come on up Lucille!" Lucille was astonished. She walked up slowly expecting to wake up and find out this was all a dream. But no! Lucille truly had won the golden trophy! Every duckling clapped louder and louder until the sound grew deafening. Lucille smiled bigger than any other duckling that had won an award.

(Word Count: 896)
Labels:
Haiti,
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The Magic Violinist
I am 21-year-old author, actress, daydreamer, voracious reader, introvert, klutz, fangirl, and overuser of tape. I love the impossible (which might explain my obsessions with YA novels) but I dip into the real world . . . occasionally. I’m a big fan of dogs, Broadway musicals, and bittersweet endings. When I'm not hunched over a laptop writing a new story, you can find me onstage in whatever theatrical production I've allowed to take over my life. I am a contributor to the “Fauxpocalypse” anthology and the author of “Instructions for Flight” and “Ghost Light,” both collections of poetry. You can follow me on Twitter and Instagram at @KateIFoley.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
My Fourth Story
Hello! Have fun reading my story.
Flightless Birds
Once upon a time, there was a penguin. Her name was Rachel. She wished she could fly, but unfortunately, she couldn't. That's just the way she was made. All of her friends wished THEY could fly too.
One day, Rachel was walking along the ice and swimming in the freezing water. Suddenly, she saw something sparkling. Something was on an iceburg, and it definitely wasn't fish. Rachel walked over to the iceburg. It was a stick-like shape. It had a star on the top that was yellow, and the stick was pink. It was a magic wand! She couldn't wait to show her friends!
"Guys! Guys! Look what I found!"
Everyone oohed and ahhed. The magic wand was beautiful.
"How do you use it?" one penguin asked.
Rachel turned the magic wand in her hand. "Gee. I don't know."
"Let's try to figure it out!" said another penguin.
So everyone walked over to a spot on the ice and sat down. Everyone passed the wand around, confused. No one could figure out what to do.
"Hello! Anyone in there?" yelled a penguin. Nothing happened, so she passed it to the next penguin.
"Hmm," said the penguin, scratching her head. "I bet we have to talk to it nicely!"
"I don't think that will work," said the penguin next to Rachel.
Rachel shrugged. "It's worth a shot."
So the penguin with the magic wand tried it.
"Umm. Mr. wand? Can you please help us fly?" The magic wand just laid there in the penguin's hand.
"Maybe it's a Mrs.," said Rachel.
"I'll try. Mrs. Wand? Can you PLEASE help us fly?" Nothing happened.
Just then, a big hawk came swooping down and grabbed the magic wand!
"Hey! Stop!" said Rachel. She ran after the hawk and flapped her wings. Suddenly, she started to fly!
"Oh my gosh! The wand works!" Rachel stared dumbfounded at her wings that now helped her to fly.
Then, everyone else flapped their wings and they too could fly.
"Wow! This is great!" yelled one penguin, over the wind.
"I know!" said Rachel.
"Hey!" yelled another penguin. "The hawk is getting away!"
Everyone kept on flapping. The Hawk flew higher and higher into the air.
"I . . . can't . . . go on . . . much further," Rachel said. She started to float to the ground. "I wish we could have gotten that magic wand back." said Rachel.
Everyone fell silent. Just then, Rachel heard an almost twinkling sound in the air. It started to rain little golden sparkles.
"Look!" said one of Rachel's friends. "The wand! It's back!"
Everyone rushed over to that particular iceburg.
"It IS back!" said Rachel. She cautiously walked over to the wand. There on the magic wand was a note. It said:
Rachel just stared at the note for a minute. "Anonymous. I wonder who that is."
One penguin with a bow in her hair shrugged. "I guess we'll never know." she said.
From that day on, Rachel never let her curiosity lead her into danger.
The End.

(Word Count: 557)
Flightless Birds
Once upon a time, there was a penguin. Her name was Rachel. She wished she could fly, but unfortunately, she couldn't. That's just the way she was made. All of her friends wished THEY could fly too.
One day, Rachel was walking along the ice and swimming in the freezing water. Suddenly, she saw something sparkling. Something was on an iceburg, and it definitely wasn't fish. Rachel walked over to the iceburg. It was a stick-like shape. It had a star on the top that was yellow, and the stick was pink. It was a magic wand! She couldn't wait to show her friends!
"Guys! Guys! Look what I found!"
Everyone oohed and ahhed. The magic wand was beautiful.
"How do you use it?" one penguin asked.
Rachel turned the magic wand in her hand. "Gee. I don't know."
"Let's try to figure it out!" said another penguin.
So everyone walked over to a spot on the ice and sat down. Everyone passed the wand around, confused. No one could figure out what to do.
"Hello! Anyone in there?" yelled a penguin. Nothing happened, so she passed it to the next penguin.
"Hmm," said the penguin, scratching her head. "I bet we have to talk to it nicely!"
"I don't think that will work," said the penguin next to Rachel.
Rachel shrugged. "It's worth a shot."
So the penguin with the magic wand tried it.
"Umm. Mr. wand? Can you please help us fly?" The magic wand just laid there in the penguin's hand.
"Maybe it's a Mrs.," said Rachel.
"I'll try. Mrs. Wand? Can you PLEASE help us fly?" Nothing happened.
Just then, a big hawk came swooping down and grabbed the magic wand!
"Hey! Stop!" said Rachel. She ran after the hawk and flapped her wings. Suddenly, she started to fly!
"Oh my gosh! The wand works!" Rachel stared dumbfounded at her wings that now helped her to fly.
Then, everyone else flapped their wings and they too could fly.
"Wow! This is great!" yelled one penguin, over the wind.
"I know!" said Rachel.
"Hey!" yelled another penguin. "The hawk is getting away!"
Everyone kept on flapping. The Hawk flew higher and higher into the air.
"I . . . can't . . . go on . . . much further," Rachel said. She started to float to the ground. "I wish we could have gotten that magic wand back." said Rachel.
Everyone fell silent. Just then, Rachel heard an almost twinkling sound in the air. It started to rain little golden sparkles.
"Look!" said one of Rachel's friends. "The wand! It's back!"
Everyone rushed over to that particular iceburg.
"It IS back!" said Rachel. She cautiously walked over to the wand. There on the magic wand was a note. It said:
Dear Rachel,
I know you REALLY wanted to fly. Well now you got your wish. I hope you learned a lesson today. Don't let your curiosity get the better of you. That hawk could have really hurt you! And also, always be polite.
Love,
Anonymous
Rachel just stared at the note for a minute. "Anonymous. I wonder who that is."
One penguin with a bow in her hair shrugged. "I guess we'll never know." she said.
From that day on, Rachel never let her curiosity lead her into danger.
The End.

(Word Count: 557)
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I am 21-year-old author, actress, daydreamer, voracious reader, introvert, klutz, fangirl, and overuser of tape. I love the impossible (which might explain my obsessions with YA novels) but I dip into the real world . . . occasionally. I’m a big fan of dogs, Broadway musicals, and bittersweet endings. When I'm not hunched over a laptop writing a new story, you can find me onstage in whatever theatrical production I've allowed to take over my life. I am a contributor to the “Fauxpocalypse” anthology and the author of “Instructions for Flight” and “Ghost Light,” both collections of poetry. You can follow me on Twitter and Instagram at @KateIFoley.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
My Third Story
I hope you like this story for all you cat lovers out there!
Alley Cat
Once upon a time, when cats and dogs didn't get along, there was a cat. A cat that lived in the alley. So, she became an alley cat.
One day, that cat was digging through trash cans when she heard a voice. It was a girl whistling while walking down the streets.
The cat meowed hoping she would hear her cries.
"Huh? Oh hello! You're a cute kitten! Where's your owner?"
The girl picked up the lonely kit and smiled.
"You should come to my house! I have a friend I think you'll like!"
The cat meowed. The girl looked at the kitten and said, "I'll call you Alley. Alley cat."
They walked on some more until they got to a white farm house with a destroyed fence.
"By the way, I'm Kaitlyn. My friend's name is Emma."
Alley mewed at the fence.
"That? Oh, Mom and Dad haven't had a chance to fix it. They already have a lot on their hands. With the dog and all I don't think they will like another pet to take care of."
They walked inside.
"Now, Alley, promise not to claw at anything. I'll get you a scratching post first thing Saturday. OK?"
Alley nodded.
"Come on now!" said Kaitlyn.
Emma set Alley down on the hard floor. There were two carpet staircases. Kaitlyn started walking up one of them. Alley was a little scared of the big house. And besides that, the whole place smelled like dog. Then Alley shook with fear. She followed Kaitlyn.
"I'll introduce you to your new friend! Meet Emma!"
Kaitlyn opened the door to her room to reveal a small poodle. Alley mewed in terror.
"It's OK, Alley! Emma's nice!"
Alley still wasn't sure about Emma. She was a dog! Cats and dogs don't usually get along. And dogs chase cats up trees. Then the firemen have to come and . . . well, Alley didn't want to think about that right now. Right now, she needed to escape.
"Let's go, Alley! I'll get you some food and water," said Kaitlyn, walking out of her room.
They walked down the stairs as Alley glanced at Emma following her.
"Sorry if I look scary." said Emma. "I know cats and dogs usually don't get along. But I'm nice! You'll see."
Alley walked faster and went to eat. She hadn't noticed how thirsty she was either. Living in an alleyway wasn't easy.
...............................................................
Alley climbed through the doggy door. She would miss Kaitlyn. But, it was for the best! Maybe she'd visit if Emma promised to chase her up a tree!
Alley walked down the very same alley way that Kaitlyn had found her in. After walking a few feet, Alley realized she was scared without someone there! She curled up in between two trash cans and meowed. Soon, she got very tired and fell asleep dreaming about Kaitlyn.
In Alley's dream, Kaitlyn was throwing a ball of yarn to Alley in a park. They were having a picnic there. But then, it started to rain and a bunch of poodles all named Emma ran and crashed into the blanket. Then they gobbled up all the food and got as fat as overweight pigs. Then they scooped up Alley and carried her away.
Then Alley woke up.
"Alley! Alley! I know you're here! It's Emma. Please come out."
Emma sounded scared and hurt. She was also getting farther away!
Alley ran out of the alley way and hid under Emma. She didn't care if she was a dog or not. Alley was scared.
"I'm sorry. I was really scared when you ran off! And Kaitlyn's crying. We need to go back home. Here. Climb on my back and hold on tight."
Alley got on Emma's back and pulled out her claws.
"Yipe! Sorry. Hold on!"
Alley held on and smiled while grooming Emma's back with her tiny pink tongue. Then Alley grimaced. Emma's fur was full of fleas. They tasted disgusting! Oh well. She kept on grooming.
Alley learned a valuable lesson that day. Never judge a dog by its fur.
The End.
Epilogue.
"I'm so glad you decided to come back, Alley!" said Kaitlyn sitting on the picnic blanket. They were having a picnic in the park. Alley had that idea.
"Me, too!" Alley wasn't a baby anymore on that day. She had already learned to talk.
"It's a good thing you two made friends! If Emma hadn't gone looking for you, I don't think you would've been here Alley!" Kaitlyn smiled at them.
Alley snuggled up into Emma's fur. She fell asleep.

Thanks for reading!
(Word Count: 768)
Alley Cat
Once upon a time, when cats and dogs didn't get along, there was a cat. A cat that lived in the alley. So, she became an alley cat.
One day, that cat was digging through trash cans when she heard a voice. It was a girl whistling while walking down the streets.
The cat meowed hoping she would hear her cries.
"Huh? Oh hello! You're a cute kitten! Where's your owner?"
The girl picked up the lonely kit and smiled.
"You should come to my house! I have a friend I think you'll like!"
The cat meowed. The girl looked at the kitten and said, "I'll call you Alley. Alley cat."
They walked on some more until they got to a white farm house with a destroyed fence.
"By the way, I'm Kaitlyn. My friend's name is Emma."
Alley mewed at the fence.
"That? Oh, Mom and Dad haven't had a chance to fix it. They already have a lot on their hands. With the dog and all I don't think they will like another pet to take care of."
They walked inside.
"Now, Alley, promise not to claw at anything. I'll get you a scratching post first thing Saturday. OK?"
Alley nodded.
"Come on now!" said Kaitlyn.
Emma set Alley down on the hard floor. There were two carpet staircases. Kaitlyn started walking up one of them. Alley was a little scared of the big house. And besides that, the whole place smelled like dog. Then Alley shook with fear. She followed Kaitlyn.
"I'll introduce you to your new friend! Meet Emma!"
Kaitlyn opened the door to her room to reveal a small poodle. Alley mewed in terror.
"It's OK, Alley! Emma's nice!"
Alley still wasn't sure about Emma. She was a dog! Cats and dogs don't usually get along. And dogs chase cats up trees. Then the firemen have to come and . . . well, Alley didn't want to think about that right now. Right now, she needed to escape.
"Let's go, Alley! I'll get you some food and water," said Kaitlyn, walking out of her room.
They walked down the stairs as Alley glanced at Emma following her.
"Sorry if I look scary." said Emma. "I know cats and dogs usually don't get along. But I'm nice! You'll see."
Alley walked faster and went to eat. She hadn't noticed how thirsty she was either. Living in an alleyway wasn't easy.
...............................................................
Alley climbed through the doggy door. She would miss Kaitlyn. But, it was for the best! Maybe she'd visit if Emma promised to chase her up a tree!
Alley walked down the very same alley way that Kaitlyn had found her in. After walking a few feet, Alley realized she was scared without someone there! She curled up in between two trash cans and meowed. Soon, she got very tired and fell asleep dreaming about Kaitlyn.
In Alley's dream, Kaitlyn was throwing a ball of yarn to Alley in a park. They were having a picnic there. But then, it started to rain and a bunch of poodles all named Emma ran and crashed into the blanket. Then they gobbled up all the food and got as fat as overweight pigs. Then they scooped up Alley and carried her away.
Then Alley woke up.
"Alley! Alley! I know you're here! It's Emma. Please come out."
Emma sounded scared and hurt. She was also getting farther away!
Alley ran out of the alley way and hid under Emma. She didn't care if she was a dog or not. Alley was scared.
"I'm sorry. I was really scared when you ran off! And Kaitlyn's crying. We need to go back home. Here. Climb on my back and hold on tight."
Alley got on Emma's back and pulled out her claws.
"Yipe! Sorry. Hold on!"
Alley held on and smiled while grooming Emma's back with her tiny pink tongue. Then Alley grimaced. Emma's fur was full of fleas. They tasted disgusting! Oh well. She kept on grooming.
Alley learned a valuable lesson that day. Never judge a dog by its fur.
The End.
Epilogue.
"I'm so glad you decided to come back, Alley!" said Kaitlyn sitting on the picnic blanket. They were having a picnic in the park. Alley had that idea.
"Me, too!" Alley wasn't a baby anymore on that day. She had already learned to talk.
"It's a good thing you two made friends! If Emma hadn't gone looking for you, I don't think you would've been here Alley!" Kaitlyn smiled at them.
Alley snuggled up into Emma's fur. She fell asleep.

Thanks for reading!
(Word Count: 768)
Labels:
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The Magic Violinist
I'm head over heels in love with my husband and kids. I really like the Internet. I love games and food and pop culture. I’m a bit of an activist and don’t like having someone else tell me what to do. I LOVE sushi. I'm a simple girl with simple tastes. I love talking with my husband. We enjoy hanging out and learning as a family. We like our friends. I like love. I like kindness. I love mental health days.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
My Second Story
I hope you like this story! Please comment and tell me what your favorite parts were in "The Horse Who Won."
Puppy Love
Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Annabeth. She REALLY wanted a puppy, but, her parents were allergic. They let her little brother, Max, get a Budgie though. Annabeth thought this was VERY unfair. She REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, wanted a puppy. Puppies were her favorite animal! After puppies her favorites were kittens and horses, penguins, dolphins, and swans and ducklings. Puppies were still her favorite though.
One day, Annabeth was going to the pet store with her best friend. Her best friend's name was Katharine. Katharine was super nice and generous. She loved puppies also, but her parents were allergic, too. Puppies were HER favorite animal just like Annabeth's favorite animal were puppies. They loved to go to Little Paws to play with the puppies even though they couldn't get one. Annabeth saw someone sneezing near the dogs. She thought she was allergic to dogs. But why would she be in a pet shop?
"Excuse me. Are you allergic to dogs?" she asked.
"Yes, but my daughter loves to play with them. There was one she played with I wasn't allergic to, though. "
"Which dog is that?" Kathrine asked very excitedly.
"It's a Shi-chon. Her name is Blurry. You HAVE to see her! She is SO cute! She could probably win the world record for cutest dog if you bought her!"
Annabeth and Katharine were thinking the same thing. Annabeth could probably get the dog!
"Thanks!" said Annabeth. They ran off to find Blurry.
"There she is, Annabeth!"
"She is such a cutie!" said Annabeth.
Blurry had a small, black, wet nose. She also had long, light brown fur. (Well, hair.) There were little bits of black mixed in the hair. And those ears! So small and furry! And those teeny paws. Annabeth was overjoyed at how cute she was! Blurry licked her hand through her crate.
They asked to play with Blurry. While they were playing, Annabeth and Katharine both noticed that she was very calm sometimes and snuggled up in their laps, and other times she was absolutely nuts! She grabbed toys and ran around with them and growled when they slipped from her reach. She was so funny and cute!
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Katharine said.
"Yes! Let's go tell my mom and dad!"
The store owner put Blurry back. As Blurry was getting put in her crate Blurry whimpered.
.......................................................
When Annabeth got home, she rushed up to her mom and dad's room. She was so excited to hear what they had to say! They just HAD to say yes, they just HAD to!
"Mom! Dad! I was at Little Paws with Katharine, and I found a dog that doesn't cause allergies!"
They smiled.
"Can I go show you? PLEASE!"
"Sure!" said her mom.
Annabeth grinned. She couldn't wait to have a pet of her own!
"Max!" her dad called. "We're going to Little Paws!"
They all climbed into the car and drove off.
Annabeth just couldn't stop thinking about Blurry. Those cute little ears that went up and down. And those teeny paws that she used to jump up on people's legs. She could just imagine it, coming home from school and Blurry jumping up on her, licking her, and just being so excited to see her home! Of course, she would have to clean up the pee and the poo. That didn't matter though.
"There she is!" said Annabeth when they got there. She was so relieved she hadn't been bought yet.
"Aww!" said her mom. "She's so cute! Don't you think Max?"
"Yeah! She's pretty cute." Max said with enthusiasm.
"Let's play with her." said Annabeth's dad.
They got her out and played with her. Immediately, they all fell in love with her. Blurry climbed into everyone's laps, played fetch with Max and Annabeth, and licked Annabeth's parent's faces and hands.
"So?" Annabeth asked. "Like her?"
"Like her?" said the dad. He was grinning.
"We LOVE her!" said the mom. She was grinning also.
"Yeah!" said Max.
..................................................................
At the check-out counter, everyone put squeaky toys, chew toys, a bed, dog treats, a litter box, dog food, a leash, a harness, and dog bowls onto the counter.
They took Blurry home and set everything up. Blurry jumped up and licked Annabeth's face like she had known her for years! Annabeth was grinning from ear to ear. She hadn't been so happy in YEARS!
This was the best day EVER for Annabeth.
The End.

Happy reading!
(Word Count: 748)
Puppy Love
Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Annabeth. She REALLY wanted a puppy, but, her parents were allergic. They let her little brother, Max, get a Budgie though. Annabeth thought this was VERY unfair. She REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, wanted a puppy. Puppies were her favorite animal! After puppies her favorites were kittens and horses, penguins, dolphins, and swans and ducklings. Puppies were still her favorite though.
One day, Annabeth was going to the pet store with her best friend. Her best friend's name was Katharine. Katharine was super nice and generous. She loved puppies also, but her parents were allergic, too. Puppies were HER favorite animal just like Annabeth's favorite animal were puppies. They loved to go to Little Paws to play with the puppies even though they couldn't get one. Annabeth saw someone sneezing near the dogs. She thought she was allergic to dogs. But why would she be in a pet shop?
"Excuse me. Are you allergic to dogs?" she asked.
"Yes, but my daughter loves to play with them. There was one she played with I wasn't allergic to, though. "
"Which dog is that?" Kathrine asked very excitedly.
"It's a Shi-chon. Her name is Blurry. You HAVE to see her! She is SO cute! She could probably win the world record for cutest dog if you bought her!"
Annabeth and Katharine were thinking the same thing. Annabeth could probably get the dog!
"Thanks!" said Annabeth. They ran off to find Blurry.
"There she is, Annabeth!"
"She is such a cutie!" said Annabeth.
Blurry had a small, black, wet nose. She also had long, light brown fur. (Well, hair.) There were little bits of black mixed in the hair. And those ears! So small and furry! And those teeny paws. Annabeth was overjoyed at how cute she was! Blurry licked her hand through her crate.
They asked to play with Blurry. While they were playing, Annabeth and Katharine both noticed that she was very calm sometimes and snuggled up in their laps, and other times she was absolutely nuts! She grabbed toys and ran around with them and growled when they slipped from her reach. She was so funny and cute!
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Katharine said.
"Yes! Let's go tell my mom and dad!"
The store owner put Blurry back. As Blurry was getting put in her crate Blurry whimpered.
.......................................................
When Annabeth got home, she rushed up to her mom and dad's room. She was so excited to hear what they had to say! They just HAD to say yes, they just HAD to!
"Mom! Dad! I was at Little Paws with Katharine, and I found a dog that doesn't cause allergies!"
They smiled.
"Can I go show you? PLEASE!"
"Sure!" said her mom.
Annabeth grinned. She couldn't wait to have a pet of her own!
"Max!" her dad called. "We're going to Little Paws!"
They all climbed into the car and drove off.
Annabeth just couldn't stop thinking about Blurry. Those cute little ears that went up and down. And those teeny paws that she used to jump up on people's legs. She could just imagine it, coming home from school and Blurry jumping up on her, licking her, and just being so excited to see her home! Of course, she would have to clean up the pee and the poo. That didn't matter though.
"There she is!" said Annabeth when they got there. She was so relieved she hadn't been bought yet.
"Aww!" said her mom. "She's so cute! Don't you think Max?"
"Yeah! She's pretty cute." Max said with enthusiasm.
"Let's play with her." said Annabeth's dad.
They got her out and played with her. Immediately, they all fell in love with her. Blurry climbed into everyone's laps, played fetch with Max and Annabeth, and licked Annabeth's parent's faces and hands.
"So?" Annabeth asked. "Like her?"
"Like her?" said the dad. He was grinning.
"We LOVE her!" said the mom. She was grinning also.
"Yeah!" said Max.
..................................................................
At the check-out counter, everyone put squeaky toys, chew toys, a bed, dog treats, a litter box, dog food, a leash, a harness, and dog bowls onto the counter.
They took Blurry home and set everything up. Blurry jumped up and licked Annabeth's face like she had known her for years! Annabeth was grinning from ear to ear. She hadn't been so happy in YEARS!
This was the best day EVER for Annabeth.
The End.

Happy reading!
(Word Count: 748)
Labels:
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story,
The Magic Violinist
I am 21-year-old author, actress, daydreamer, voracious reader, introvert, klutz, fangirl, and overuser of tape. I love the impossible (which might explain my obsessions with YA novels) but I dip into the real world . . . occasionally. I’m a big fan of dogs, Broadway musicals, and bittersweet endings. When I'm not hunched over a laptop writing a new story, you can find me onstage in whatever theatrical production I've allowed to take over my life. I am a contributor to the “Fauxpocalypse” anthology and the author of “Instructions for Flight” and “Ghost Light,” both collections of poetry. You can follow me on Twitter and Instagram at @KateIFoley.
Monday, January 18, 2010
My First Story
Hello everyone!
Here is my first story. I hope you like it!
The Horse Who Won
Once upon a time, there was a girl named Abigail who LOVED horses. Her parents owned a horse farm, but Abigail didn't have a horse of her own. She really wanted one though. Then one day, her parents brought home the trailer. It had a horse in it! It was a beautiful bay colored horse.
"Whose horse is this?" I asked anxiously.
"Yours," her father said.
"Really? Thank you so much!"
Right then and there, Abigail decided to name her Hope. Abigail thought it was a beautiful name. She walked her into the empty stall that had held Shining. Shining was sold at an auction.
"Here you are, Hope!" She ate and drank. After she had gotten full, Abigail rode her around the pen. She was very fast, and a good jumper.
"I should enter you in a competition."
Abigail told her father and mother and they said they'd try to get a jockey for her, but it would require lots of training.
"OK! Thanks!" Abigail ran outside and told Hope the news.
She whinnied in excitement.
Abigail began the training right away. She set up old fence pieces and made Hope jump over them. Then they ran around and around the pen really fast.
Finally, Abigail heard news from her mother. "Abigail! We found a jockey. Her name's Katrina."
"Thanks!"
"You better get some rest. You have a big day tomorrow."
Abigail put Hope in her Stall and went to bed.
The next morning, Abigail woke up and smelled something delicious. "Yum! Fried eggs, toast, sausage, bacon, and orange juice!" Abigail said as she jumped out of bed. She ate breakfast with her parents.
After breakfast, Abigail got Hope out of her stall. Then she loaded her into the trailer. It was a long drive, but finally, they got there.
They met the jockey. She was very nice.
"Hi! You must be Abigail! I've heard so much about you. And this is?" she said looking at Hope.
"Hope. She's my horse."
"What a nice name for a horse!"
Abigail smiled. The race was about to begin.
"Better go!" said Katrina.
"Good luck!" said Abigail.
"Thanks!" She walked off with Hope.
Abigail got her seat and watched as they counted down. "On your marks, get set . . ." the shot of the gun filled the air. So did the running horses as their hooves hit the dirt. Hope was just barely in second. Someone was in front of her. It was . . . Shining!
"Mom! Dad!" yelled Abigail over the noise.
"What Abby?" said her mom.
"It's Shining! She's racing!"
"Oh my gosh!" said her dad. "She's right!"
They watched as Hope was gathering up speed. She pulled in front of Shining just in time! They had won!
"WE WON! WE WON!" said Abigail. Abigail rushed up to her horse to cool her out and collect the prize. It was a trophy filled with money. "You ran a good race!" Abigail said to Katrina.
Katrina, smiled and winked. This was the best day ever for Abigail.
The End.

I hope you liked my post!
(Word Count: 514)
Here is my first story. I hope you like it!
The Horse Who Won
Once upon a time, there was a girl named Abigail who LOVED horses. Her parents owned a horse farm, but Abigail didn't have a horse of her own. She really wanted one though. Then one day, her parents brought home the trailer. It had a horse in it! It was a beautiful bay colored horse.
"Whose horse is this?" I asked anxiously.
"Yours," her father said.
"Really? Thank you so much!"
Right then and there, Abigail decided to name her Hope. Abigail thought it was a beautiful name. She walked her into the empty stall that had held Shining. Shining was sold at an auction.
"Here you are, Hope!" She ate and drank. After she had gotten full, Abigail rode her around the pen. She was very fast, and a good jumper.
"I should enter you in a competition."
Abigail told her father and mother and they said they'd try to get a jockey for her, but it would require lots of training.
"OK! Thanks!" Abigail ran outside and told Hope the news.
She whinnied in excitement.
Abigail began the training right away. She set up old fence pieces and made Hope jump over them. Then they ran around and around the pen really fast.
Finally, Abigail heard news from her mother. "Abigail! We found a jockey. Her name's Katrina."
"Thanks!"
"You better get some rest. You have a big day tomorrow."
Abigail put Hope in her Stall and went to bed.
The next morning, Abigail woke up and smelled something delicious. "Yum! Fried eggs, toast, sausage, bacon, and orange juice!" Abigail said as she jumped out of bed. She ate breakfast with her parents.
After breakfast, Abigail got Hope out of her stall. Then she loaded her into the trailer. It was a long drive, but finally, they got there.
They met the jockey. She was very nice.
"Hi! You must be Abigail! I've heard so much about you. And this is?" she said looking at Hope.
"Hope. She's my horse."
"What a nice name for a horse!"
Abigail smiled. The race was about to begin.
"Better go!" said Katrina.
"Good luck!" said Abigail.
"Thanks!" She walked off with Hope.
Abigail got her seat and watched as they counted down. "On your marks, get set . . ." the shot of the gun filled the air. So did the running horses as their hooves hit the dirt. Hope was just barely in second. Someone was in front of her. It was . . . Shining!
"Mom! Dad!" yelled Abigail over the noise.
"What Abby?" said her mom.
"It's Shining! She's racing!"
"Oh my gosh!" said her dad. "She's right!"
They watched as Hope was gathering up speed. She pulled in front of Shining just in time! They had won!
"WE WON! WE WON!" said Abigail. Abigail rushed up to her horse to cool her out and collect the prize. It was a trophy filled with money. "You ran a good race!" Abigail said to Katrina.
Katrina, smiled and winked. This was the best day ever for Abigail.
The End.

I hope you liked my post!
(Word Count: 514)
Labels:
Haiti,
story,
The Magic Violinist
I am 21-year-old author, actress, daydreamer, voracious reader, introvert, klutz, fangirl, and overuser of tape. I love the impossible (which might explain my obsessions with YA novels) but I dip into the real world . . . occasionally. I’m a big fan of dogs, Broadway musicals, and bittersweet endings. When I'm not hunched over a laptop writing a new story, you can find me onstage in whatever theatrical production I've allowed to take over my life. I am a contributor to the “Fauxpocalypse” anthology and the author of “Instructions for Flight” and “Ghost Light,” both collections of poetry. You can follow me on Twitter and Instagram at @KateIFoley.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Write For Haiti
This week my family has been talking about the earthquake in Haiti. It's really bad there. People are starving, thirsty, and people are dying on the streets and buried under rubble. Some people in Haiti may never know if their family and friends are alive. So many people in Haiti trying to help don't even have time to bury the dead. They just throw them in one big pit. In one place in Haiti people there have set up a "neighborhood" made out of sheets and sticks. There's also a "store" where people put stuff on a blanket and trade whatever they have to get supplies they need. There are also food drops where helicopters and planes drop boxes of food or bottled water. Every time there is a food drop, people are fighting over food and water, and who gets what.
Everybody is trying to help the people in Haiti. But some people think that they should take care of their problems themselves because we have our own problems to take care of. But that's not what our family thinks personally. We are really lucky to have what we do. We have a stable house, food, water, and we aren't starving or wondering if our family or friends are alive or not.
Our family donated money to help. We wanted to make sure it was going to an organization that gave all the money to Haiti. We did a lot of research and found an organization that President Obama set up. It is led by former Presidents Bill Clinton and George W. Bush. One hundred percent of the money they raise is sent to Haiti to help everyone there. It is called The Clinton Bush Haiti Fund.
We also heard that George Clooney is doing a concert this Friday to raise money for Haiti. Famous people donate their time and talents by performing and helping people know what's happening in Haiti and encouraging people to give their money to help.
My brother and I were wishing we could do something like that, too. We tried to think of a way that we could share our talents as a way to help raise money for Haiti. We thought about our talents and what we could do quickly to help. One of my talents is writing and one of my brother's talents is drawing. My mom thought of a way to raise money quickly using these talents. A Blog-a-thon! Some people do walk-a-thons and jog-a-thons, but we are going to do a blog-a-thon called "Write For Haiti."
Starting tomorrow, on my blog right here, I will write an original short story every day this week and my brother will illustrate them with a picture or two. People are invited to pledge however much they would like to "Write For Haiti." Anyone who is willing to commit can either comment or email me (or my mom and dad) and let me know how much they will give per word, per every ten words, per sentence, or whatever they like. Then you can match the amount donated for my brother's pictures and that's how much you'll give.
On average, my short stories are around 1,000 words each and I promise to keep my daily stories to about that amount or no more than 2,000 words. So, for example, if someone promised one cent per word and I write a 1,000-word story every day, that would be $10/day, or $50. By matching your pledge for my brother's pictures, that would be $20/day, or $100. If that seems like too much, you may want to pledge one cent per 10 words, so that would be $1/day, or $5. By matching your pledge for my brother's illustrations, that would be $2/day, or $10.
On Saturday, we'll count up the totals and check our pledges and let you know the amount. ALL of the money we raise will be donated to The Clinton Bush Haiti Fund.
Just last night, I was reading a book called "Chicken Soup For The Preteen Soul." It had a bunch of stories about kids who raised money for a worthy cause and I thought how cool that must be to help raise money for something big. Now that I'm doing this, I have butterflies in my stomach. I am so excited to do this.
I'll be writing a story every day. So keep watching my blog.
By doing this, you could be saving a person's life. You could be even saving a family of four's life. We really appreciate the help.
Thank you so much for committing. Again, we really appreciate it.
Everybody is trying to help the people in Haiti. But some people think that they should take care of their problems themselves because we have our own problems to take care of. But that's not what our family thinks personally. We are really lucky to have what we do. We have a stable house, food, water, and we aren't starving or wondering if our family or friends are alive or not.
Our family donated money to help. We wanted to make sure it was going to an organization that gave all the money to Haiti. We did a lot of research and found an organization that President Obama set up. It is led by former Presidents Bill Clinton and George W. Bush. One hundred percent of the money they raise is sent to Haiti to help everyone there. It is called The Clinton Bush Haiti Fund.
We also heard that George Clooney is doing a concert this Friday to raise money for Haiti. Famous people donate their time and talents by performing and helping people know what's happening in Haiti and encouraging people to give their money to help.
My brother and I were wishing we could do something like that, too. We tried to think of a way that we could share our talents as a way to help raise money for Haiti. We thought about our talents and what we could do quickly to help. One of my talents is writing and one of my brother's talents is drawing. My mom thought of a way to raise money quickly using these talents. A Blog-a-thon! Some people do walk-a-thons and jog-a-thons, but we are going to do a blog-a-thon called "Write For Haiti."
Starting tomorrow, on my blog right here, I will write an original short story every day this week and my brother will illustrate them with a picture or two. People are invited to pledge however much they would like to "Write For Haiti." Anyone who is willing to commit can either comment or email me (or my mom and dad) and let me know how much they will give per word, per every ten words, per sentence, or whatever they like. Then you can match the amount donated for my brother's pictures and that's how much you'll give.
On average, my short stories are around 1,000 words each and I promise to keep my daily stories to about that amount or no more than 2,000 words. So, for example, if someone promised one cent per word and I write a 1,000-word story every day, that would be $10/day, or $50. By matching your pledge for my brother's pictures, that would be $20/day, or $100. If that seems like too much, you may want to pledge one cent per 10 words, so that would be $1/day, or $5. By matching your pledge for my brother's illustrations, that would be $2/day, or $10.
On Saturday, we'll count up the totals and check our pledges and let you know the amount. ALL of the money we raise will be donated to The Clinton Bush Haiti Fund.
Just last night, I was reading a book called "Chicken Soup For The Preteen Soul." It had a bunch of stories about kids who raised money for a worthy cause and I thought how cool that must be to help raise money for something big. Now that I'm doing this, I have butterflies in my stomach. I am so excited to do this.
I'll be writing a story every day. So keep watching my blog.
By doing this, you could be saving a person's life. You could be even saving a family of four's life. We really appreciate the help.
Thank you so much for committing. Again, we really appreciate it.
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I am 21-year-old author, actress, daydreamer, voracious reader, introvert, klutz, fangirl, and overuser of tape. I love the impossible (which might explain my obsessions with YA novels) but I dip into the real world . . . occasionally. I’m a big fan of dogs, Broadway musicals, and bittersweet endings. When I'm not hunched over a laptop writing a new story, you can find me onstage in whatever theatrical production I've allowed to take over my life. I am a contributor to the “Fauxpocalypse” anthology and the author of “Instructions for Flight” and “Ghost Light,” both collections of poetry. You can follow me on Twitter and Instagram at @KateIFoley.
Monday, November 30, 2009
NaNoWriMo Winners!
This is a guest post by Mommy.
Congrats to Thing 1 and Thing 2 for winning NaNoWriMo!
Daddy and I are so proud of you!!
Congrats to Thing 1 and Thing 2 for winning NaNoWriMo!
Daddy and I are so proud of you!!
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I'm head over heels in love with my husband and kids. I really like the Internet. I love games and food and pop culture. I’m a bit of an activist and don’t like having someone else tell me what to do. I LOVE sushi. I'm a simple girl with simple tastes. I love talking with my husband. We enjoy hanging out and learning as a family. We like our friends. I like love. I like kindness. I love mental health days.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Pterodactyl Story
Hi!
On Webkinz (which is a website where you can take care of pets) there was a contest where you had to write a story about a mischievous Pterodactyl. I wrote one then had to cut out a bunch characters (not the person kind) until I only had 1000 characters.
Here is the original (my favorite):
Here is the shorter version:
I hope you like it!
And please post a comment saying which one you liked better!
On Webkinz (which is a website where you can take care of pets) there was a contest where you had to write a story about a mischievous Pterodactyl. I wrote one then had to cut out a bunch characters (not the person kind) until I only had 1000 characters.
Here is the original (my favorite):
I’m a Pterodactyl named Misty! (To me that’s short for Mischievous!) I am a real troublemaker! I get grounded a lot! I jumped on the bed on Monday even though my mom said, “Misty, if you’re extra good tonight I will give you a cookie.”
I decided I would rather jump on the bed than get a cookie.
And then on Tuesday I got grounded for stealing all the Triceratops Crackers. I snuck out to my Triceratops friend’s (Three-Horns) house to play video games.
Oh! And there was that one time I watched a movie instead of reading a book on Wednesday. I got grounded again.
Then there was that absolutely nasty Thursday I went to the movies with Three-Horns and the new Allosaurus in town named Sharpy to watch Dawn of the Dinosaurs. But at the same time my mom came home from the grocery store and when I got home she grounded me for a whole week! Can you believe it?
On Friday I decided at the library instead of whispering I wanted to shout out a funny joke and then the librarian didn’t let me check out any more movies at the library for a week or two until I learned to use my inside voice when telling a joke.
On Saturday I used more time on the PS2 than I was allowed then I wasn’t allowed to use it with friends for another month!
Then finally on Sunday I sold my bed for $200.00 and I used that money to buy four new PS2 games. Then my mom made me sell the games back and buy the bed back and made me buy lunch with my allowance that day!
So by now you probably think I’ve learned my lesson by now, and you’re absolutely right! I have completely learned my lesson! Uh-oh. Gotta go! My mom’s yelling something and I think it’s about the ant farm I let the lid off of in the kitchen. Well see ya’!
Here is the shorter version:
I’m a Pterodactyl named Misty! I am a real troublemaker! I get grounded a lot! I jumped on the bed on Monday even though my mom said, “Misty, if you’re extra good tonight I will give you a cookie.”
I decided I would rather jump on the bed than get a cookie.
And then on Tuesday I got grounded for stealing all the crackers. I snuck out to my Triceratops friend’s (Three-Horns) house to play video games.
And there was that one time I watched a movie instead of reading a book on Wednesday. I got grounded again.
Then there was that nasty Thursday. I went to the movies with Three-Horns to watch Dawn of the Dinosaurs. Then my mom came home from the grocery store and when I got home she grounded me for a whole week!
On Friday at the library instead of whispering I shouted out a funny joke, and the librarian didn’t let me check out any more movies for a week until I learned to use my inside voice.
So by now you probably think I’ve learned my lesson by now, and you’re absolutely right! I have! Uh-oh. My mom’s yelling something. It’s about the ant farm. I let the lid off of in the kitchen. See ya!
I hope you like it!
And please post a comment saying which one you liked better!
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I am 21-year-old author, actress, daydreamer, voracious reader, introvert, klutz, fangirl, and overuser of tape. I love the impossible (which might explain my obsessions with YA novels) but I dip into the real world . . . occasionally. I’m a big fan of dogs, Broadway musicals, and bittersweet endings. When I'm not hunched over a laptop writing a new story, you can find me onstage in whatever theatrical production I've allowed to take over my life. I am a contributor to the “Fauxpocalypse” anthology and the author of “Instructions for Flight” and “Ghost Light,” both collections of poetry. You can follow me on Twitter and Instagram at @KateIFoley.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Road Trip!
Hi everybody!
I'm sorry I haven't posted in a while but we went on a BIG road trip! Any guesses where we went? UTAH! (I'm sorry but no pictures this time! I didn't bring my camera! I should have!) It's hot there and we went to a family reunion! It was on my dad's side of the family. I saw my aunts, uncles, grandmas, grandpas, my great grandma, cousins, second cousins, etc. etc. etc.
We had a lot of fun going there to see them. We drove and it took 3 days! When we finally got to Utah we didn't go straight to the reunion. We stayed at my aunt and uncle's house for a few days. I got to see my almost two-year-old cousin Emerson. She is SO cute! She's 19 months old. She can already talk a little. She can say all of our names plus some other ones my brother taught her: condor, eagle, falcon, hawk, and vulture! (She can also say tree. I taught her that! I also taught her brick!)
The next day after we arrived we got to babysit her for the morning. It was so much fun! But a LOT of work! I got to feed her, help dress her, even hand my dad wipes to change her diaper! But the easiest part is making her laugh and playing with her! I made her laugh so hard SO many times!
The hardest part after that is getting her to take a nap. She SCREAMS, and SCREAMS, and SCREAMS! I tried reading her some books and handing her some of her sleeping time stuffed animals and dolls. That worked for a little while. (What I mean by a little while is two seconds.) Then she goes back to screaming. But then after a while she calms down and talks to herself. (We can hear that from the baby monitor downstairs.) She never went to sleep but she calmed down. Then my aunt came home.
We ate take out from Subway. We got Emmy to come down for lunch. She never really went to sleep.
We went to a park called Park Discovery. It's a HUGE wooden park with monkey bars, slides, swings, and secret forts! We had so much fun but then it got so hot we had to go back to my aunt and uncle's house.
We watched a movie called "Shark Tale" while Emmy slept. (We call Emerson "Emmy.") Then we watched a little bit of "Shrek the Third." Emmy woke up and we had dinner. We watched a little bit more of the movie and then we went to bed.
The next day the morning was the same thing. We babysat Emmy.
We went out to St. George for lunch at In-n-Out Burger. Their burgers are SO good! So are their shakes and fries. Then we went ot my "cousin-in-law's" house. I made such good friends with Sidney and Hannah, my "cousin-in-laws." We changed into swimsuits there and everybody went to the splash pad close by. Sidney and Hannah even went!
After that we went back to my aunt and uncle's house. Then the boys went out for pizza with Emmy while the girls went out for sushi and ice cream.Then we went out to eat sushi my aunt was even brave enough to try RAW sushi! And she learned how to use chopsticks! She tried everything on the table!
After sushi we got ice cream to go! We took it back to my aunt and uncle's house to eat it. The boys beat us there and were already playing the borrowed Wii system. I got to play too!
Then we went to bed.
The next day we saw more cousins from Utah. I don't get to see them much. When I got there my aunt gave me and Maxim presents. I got 4 nail files, two bottles of nail polish, two books, and study cards!
My cousin Anna,who is also nine, and I made a "bird nest." It was really a bunch of mud, which is really disgusting, grass that stuck to it, and leaves we ripped up and put on. I got so much mud on my fingers and hands that the water I washed it up with got TOTALLY brown. We left it on the ground afraid it would get messed up. Then we took pictures and left.
Then we kept driving for a little bit and went out to lunch. (Emmy was asleep.) Then Emmy woke up and started walking around. We left my aunt and Emmy there because her mom and dad were going to pick her up and she was going to go to their house. We were going to stay at their house to; but first we were going to visit some friends.
First we visited some friends I hadn't seen in a VERY long time. By a very long time I mean I havn't seen them since I was 2 or3! Their names were Brita, Leah, and Megan. Brita is 9, Leah is 7, and Megan is just a baby. She's really cute! We went there and talked and then Brita showed me her room. She's reading Harry Potter and The Hobbit! I like those books a lot! And I LOVE Harry Potter! Then I figured out they have Webkinz! I have Webinz, too! Brita and I played on Webkinz for a while then we had to leave; but we would be able to sleep there! First we were going to see more friends then we would get dinner and sleep there!
We went to my dad's friend's parents house to see them. They had books Maxim and I read and then we went outside while the grownups talked.
Then we went to a place called Panda Express. After dinner we went back to Brita's house where Brita and I played Littlest Pet Shop. Then Leah informed us her mom had made homemade treats. We went up and ate them. They were a nice, warm, bread and the inside was filled with hot, gooey, chocolate! They were SO good and SO yummy! Then Brita and I went back to playing Littlest Pet Shop. We had SO much fun! Then we had to go to bed. We slept in sleeping bags near each other in the downstairs of their house. But then we had to sleep separately.
The next day Brita and I played some card games and Webkinz. I had breakfast and then we said goodbye and left. We all drove around my mom and dad's college campus. It was really cool! We got to see where EVERYTHING is! Then we had pizza at the Brick Oven. It was really good!
We kept driving and then we picked up my aunt and Emmy. (We were driving to a barbecue.) Then we finally arrived! I saw my second cousins; Kaden, Tanner, Luke, and Megan!
They had all sorts of stuff to eat: hot dogs, hamburgers, macaroni salad, olives, lettuce, tomatoes, onions, etc. They also had some good drinks: root beer, Sprite, water, ginger ale, etc.
After eating Kaden taught me how to stand up on a two person swing and 'surf' on it. It's really just standing up on a swing and swinging without holding on. Afterwards when everyone started leaving we played frisbee. Then more people left.
Then Kaden and I took out his dog named Nora and let her play outside. She's a big black dog that's really jumpy. Not a good combination for Maxim. Then we had to leave. We went to my aunt's parent's house. They had this really calm dog named Corky. He was fun to pet! They also had this place called the grandkids clubhouse! It had all sorts of fun things to play with!
The next day we went to the park for the reunion Amy the Great (that's my great grandma) had set up. On the way we got to watch a movie on a borrowed TV that plugs into the car! I had never tried one of those before!
I saw Kaden, Tanner, Megan, Luke, Abby (another cousin), my grandma, and a whole bunch of other people I hadn't met before! It was SO much fun! The park also had some pretty cool things too! It had monkey bars that spun when you held on to them, really fun slides, more monkey bars, and seats that spun when you sat on them! Then we had another barbecue with hamburgers and hot dogs!
After we left to go to our motel where everyone else exept Amy the Great was staying. We went to the motel pool. It wasn't that big and it didn't have a diving board! But it did have a hot tub! When I got in the hot tub for a few minutes I got out to do a cannonball into the colder pool. It was only when I was in midair of a cannonball when I realized it would feel freezing! But then . . . too late! I was in the pool and it was freezing! At ten the pool closed and we all went to our rooms to go to sleep.
The next day we went to the park again and I saw my cousins Patrick and Andrew. I also saw my Grandpa! We had lunch then I played volley ball with Abby! It was a lot of fun! Then I went over to play with Kaden, Isaac, Noah, Luke, Patrick, and Andrew. They were playing a game called Rescue Team! It was a game where you had to rescue people in the mulch. The mulch was a deep ocean with sharks and you had to stay on the play part of the park not the mulch. After that we had lunch. Same thing again--hot dogs and hamburgers. I also got a ginger ale.
Then we played bean bags where you got a prize. All the kids got Smarties. Then I started my own game of bean bags! I gave everyone one Smartie if they got over 100 points. If they got over 200 points they got two Smarties. If they got 50 points on their first try they got a Smartie. And if they got over 300 points--three Smarties!
Then we played baseball. The grass was wet. Perfect for sliding to bases. Afterwards Kaden found a frog and eventually caught it! I caught it too when it got away! After that everyone ate Sloppy Joes and told jokes. Here's one Patrick made up.
There was a guy named Sloppy Joe and he LOVED eating Sloppy Joes! He ate one for breakfast, midday snack, lunch, dinner, and dessert! One day some guy came up to Sloppy Joe and started asking a bunch of questions.
Guy: Hey! Sloppy Joe! What do you eat for breakfast?
Sloppy Joe: Sloppy Joes!
Guy: What do you eat for midday snack?
Sloppy Joe: Sloppy Joes!
Guy: What do you eat for lunch?
Sloppy Joe: Sloppy Joes!
Guy: What do you eat for dinner?
Sloppy Joe: Sloppy Joes!
Guy: What do you eat for dessert?
Sloppy Joe: Sloppy Joes!
Guy: Who are you going to marry?
Sloppy Joe: Sloppy Joes!
What makes the joke funny is that Sloppy Joe is so used to answering by saying Sloppy Joes that he says Sloppy Joes to answer "Who are you going to marry?"
After eating Sloppy Joes we went to my Great Grandfather's grave to put flowers on it. After that we went to Amy the Great's house to change into nice clothes for the family pictures. After we took pictures we played and picked off snap peas from Amy the Great's garden! They were really yummy!
Then we went back tot he motel and Patrick and Andrew came to our room to play Apples to Apples Junior and Bakugon Adventures! We also played Bakugon Areana! We had a lot of fun!
The next day we went out to eat together. Almost everybody came! Afterwards we had to leave to go home. I wanted to stay longer but we had to leave. We said good bye to everyone and left.
But we took home my Uncle to come for the WHOLE SUMMER! It took us 4 days to get home!
The first day we saw Mount Rushmore! On the way up we saw a baby mountain goat! It was really cute! Mount Rushmore was really cool! It was HUGE! I couldn't believe we were actually there! I told my mom "Wouldn't it be cool if they added Obama to Mount Rushmore?" She thought that WOULD be pretty cool!
The second day we drove a bunch.
The third day we ate Chicago pizza! It was really yummy!
The last day we got home!
I hope you enjoyed my post! Sorry I hadn't written in a while again!
I'm sorry I haven't posted in a while but we went on a BIG road trip! Any guesses where we went? UTAH! (I'm sorry but no pictures this time! I didn't bring my camera! I should have!) It's hot there and we went to a family reunion! It was on my dad's side of the family. I saw my aunts, uncles, grandmas, grandpas, my great grandma, cousins, second cousins, etc. etc. etc.
We had a lot of fun going there to see them. We drove and it took 3 days! When we finally got to Utah we didn't go straight to the reunion. We stayed at my aunt and uncle's house for a few days. I got to see my almost two-year-old cousin Emerson. She is SO cute! She's 19 months old. She can already talk a little. She can say all of our names plus some other ones my brother taught her: condor, eagle, falcon, hawk, and vulture! (She can also say tree. I taught her that! I also taught her brick!)
The next day after we arrived we got to babysit her for the morning. It was so much fun! But a LOT of work! I got to feed her, help dress her, even hand my dad wipes to change her diaper! But the easiest part is making her laugh and playing with her! I made her laugh so hard SO many times!
The hardest part after that is getting her to take a nap. She SCREAMS, and SCREAMS, and SCREAMS! I tried reading her some books and handing her some of her sleeping time stuffed animals and dolls. That worked for a little while. (What I mean by a little while is two seconds.) Then she goes back to screaming. But then after a while she calms down and talks to herself. (We can hear that from the baby monitor downstairs.) She never went to sleep but she calmed down. Then my aunt came home.
We ate take out from Subway. We got Emmy to come down for lunch. She never really went to sleep.
We went to a park called Park Discovery. It's a HUGE wooden park with monkey bars, slides, swings, and secret forts! We had so much fun but then it got so hot we had to go back to my aunt and uncle's house.
We watched a movie called "Shark Tale" while Emmy slept. (We call Emerson "Emmy.") Then we watched a little bit of "Shrek the Third." Emmy woke up and we had dinner. We watched a little bit more of the movie and then we went to bed.
The next day the morning was the same thing. We babysat Emmy.
We went out to St. George for lunch at In-n-Out Burger. Their burgers are SO good! So are their shakes and fries. Then we went ot my "cousin-in-law's" house. I made such good friends with Sidney and Hannah, my "cousin-in-laws." We changed into swimsuits there and everybody went to the splash pad close by. Sidney and Hannah even went!
After that we went back to my aunt and uncle's house. Then the boys went out for pizza with Emmy while the girls went out for sushi and ice cream.Then we went out to eat sushi my aunt was even brave enough to try RAW sushi! And she learned how to use chopsticks! She tried everything on the table!
After sushi we got ice cream to go! We took it back to my aunt and uncle's house to eat it. The boys beat us there and were already playing the borrowed Wii system. I got to play too!
Then we went to bed.
The next day we saw more cousins from Utah. I don't get to see them much. When I got there my aunt gave me and Maxim presents. I got 4 nail files, two bottles of nail polish, two books, and study cards!
My cousin Anna,who is also nine, and I made a "bird nest." It was really a bunch of mud, which is really disgusting, grass that stuck to it, and leaves we ripped up and put on. I got so much mud on my fingers and hands that the water I washed it up with got TOTALLY brown. We left it on the ground afraid it would get messed up. Then we took pictures and left.
Then we kept driving for a little bit and went out to lunch. (Emmy was asleep.) Then Emmy woke up and started walking around. We left my aunt and Emmy there because her mom and dad were going to pick her up and she was going to go to their house. We were going to stay at their house to; but first we were going to visit some friends.
First we visited some friends I hadn't seen in a VERY long time. By a very long time I mean I havn't seen them since I was 2 or3! Their names were Brita, Leah, and Megan. Brita is 9, Leah is 7, and Megan is just a baby. She's really cute! We went there and talked and then Brita showed me her room. She's reading Harry Potter and The Hobbit! I like those books a lot! And I LOVE Harry Potter! Then I figured out they have Webkinz! I have Webinz, too! Brita and I played on Webkinz for a while then we had to leave; but we would be able to sleep there! First we were going to see more friends then we would get dinner and sleep there!
We went to my dad's friend's parents house to see them. They had books Maxim and I read and then we went outside while the grownups talked.
Then we went to a place called Panda Express. After dinner we went back to Brita's house where Brita and I played Littlest Pet Shop. Then Leah informed us her mom had made homemade treats. We went up and ate them. They were a nice, warm, bread and the inside was filled with hot, gooey, chocolate! They were SO good and SO yummy! Then Brita and I went back to playing Littlest Pet Shop. We had SO much fun! Then we had to go to bed. We slept in sleeping bags near each other in the downstairs of their house. But then we had to sleep separately.
The next day Brita and I played some card games and Webkinz. I had breakfast and then we said goodbye and left. We all drove around my mom and dad's college campus. It was really cool! We got to see where EVERYTHING is! Then we had pizza at the Brick Oven. It was really good!
We kept driving and then we picked up my aunt and Emmy. (We were driving to a barbecue.) Then we finally arrived! I saw my second cousins; Kaden, Tanner, Luke, and Megan!
They had all sorts of stuff to eat: hot dogs, hamburgers, macaroni salad, olives, lettuce, tomatoes, onions, etc. They also had some good drinks: root beer, Sprite, water, ginger ale, etc.
After eating Kaden taught me how to stand up on a two person swing and 'surf' on it. It's really just standing up on a swing and swinging without holding on. Afterwards when everyone started leaving we played frisbee. Then more people left.
Then Kaden and I took out his dog named Nora and let her play outside. She's a big black dog that's really jumpy. Not a good combination for Maxim. Then we had to leave. We went to my aunt's parent's house. They had this really calm dog named Corky. He was fun to pet! They also had this place called the grandkids clubhouse! It had all sorts of fun things to play with!
The next day we went to the park for the reunion Amy the Great (that's my great grandma) had set up. On the way we got to watch a movie on a borrowed TV that plugs into the car! I had never tried one of those before!
I saw Kaden, Tanner, Megan, Luke, Abby (another cousin), my grandma, and a whole bunch of other people I hadn't met before! It was SO much fun! The park also had some pretty cool things too! It had monkey bars that spun when you held on to them, really fun slides, more monkey bars, and seats that spun when you sat on them! Then we had another barbecue with hamburgers and hot dogs!
After we left to go to our motel where everyone else exept Amy the Great was staying. We went to the motel pool. It wasn't that big and it didn't have a diving board! But it did have a hot tub! When I got in the hot tub for a few minutes I got out to do a cannonball into the colder pool. It was only when I was in midair of a cannonball when I realized it would feel freezing! But then . . . too late! I was in the pool and it was freezing! At ten the pool closed and we all went to our rooms to go to sleep.
The next day we went to the park again and I saw my cousins Patrick and Andrew. I also saw my Grandpa! We had lunch then I played volley ball with Abby! It was a lot of fun! Then I went over to play with Kaden, Isaac, Noah, Luke, Patrick, and Andrew. They were playing a game called Rescue Team! It was a game where you had to rescue people in the mulch. The mulch was a deep ocean with sharks and you had to stay on the play part of the park not the mulch. After that we had lunch. Same thing again--hot dogs and hamburgers. I also got a ginger ale.
Then we played bean bags where you got a prize. All the kids got Smarties. Then I started my own game of bean bags! I gave everyone one Smartie if they got over 100 points. If they got over 200 points they got two Smarties. If they got 50 points on their first try they got a Smartie. And if they got over 300 points--three Smarties!
Then we played baseball. The grass was wet. Perfect for sliding to bases. Afterwards Kaden found a frog and eventually caught it! I caught it too when it got away! After that everyone ate Sloppy Joes and told jokes. Here's one Patrick made up.
There was a guy named Sloppy Joe and he LOVED eating Sloppy Joes! He ate one for breakfast, midday snack, lunch, dinner, and dessert! One day some guy came up to Sloppy Joe and started asking a bunch of questions.
Guy: Hey! Sloppy Joe! What do you eat for breakfast?
Sloppy Joe: Sloppy Joes!
Guy: What do you eat for midday snack?
Sloppy Joe: Sloppy Joes!
Guy: What do you eat for lunch?
Sloppy Joe: Sloppy Joes!
Guy: What do you eat for dinner?
Sloppy Joe: Sloppy Joes!
Guy: What do you eat for dessert?
Sloppy Joe: Sloppy Joes!
Guy: Who are you going to marry?
Sloppy Joe: Sloppy Joes!
What makes the joke funny is that Sloppy Joe is so used to answering by saying Sloppy Joes that he says Sloppy Joes to answer "Who are you going to marry?"
After eating Sloppy Joes we went to my Great Grandfather's grave to put flowers on it. After that we went to Amy the Great's house to change into nice clothes for the family pictures. After we took pictures we played and picked off snap peas from Amy the Great's garden! They were really yummy!
Then we went back tot he motel and Patrick and Andrew came to our room to play Apples to Apples Junior and Bakugon Adventures! We also played Bakugon Areana! We had a lot of fun!
The next day we went out to eat together. Almost everybody came! Afterwards we had to leave to go home. I wanted to stay longer but we had to leave. We said good bye to everyone and left.
But we took home my Uncle to come for the WHOLE SUMMER! It took us 4 days to get home!
The first day we saw Mount Rushmore! On the way up we saw a baby mountain goat! It was really cute! Mount Rushmore was really cool! It was HUGE! I couldn't believe we were actually there! I told my mom "Wouldn't it be cool if they added Obama to Mount Rushmore?" She thought that WOULD be pretty cool!
The second day we drove a bunch.
The third day we ate Chicago pizza! It was really yummy!
The last day we got home!
I hope you enjoyed my post! Sorry I hadn't written in a while again!
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I am 21-year-old author, actress, daydreamer, voracious reader, introvert, klutz, fangirl, and overuser of tape. I love the impossible (which might explain my obsessions with YA novels) but I dip into the real world . . . occasionally. I’m a big fan of dogs, Broadway musicals, and bittersweet endings. When I'm not hunched over a laptop writing a new story, you can find me onstage in whatever theatrical production I've allowed to take over my life. I am a contributor to the “Fauxpocalypse” anthology and the author of “Instructions for Flight” and “Ghost Light,” both collections of poetry. You can follow me on Twitter and Instagram at @KateIFoley.
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Writing Contests
Though The Magic Violinist doesn't post every week, she writes on a daily basis. In fact, she writes A LOT. She is constantly devouring all kinds of books, including books on writing and loves to do writing exercises. She is also part of a local writer's group. Writing, along with reading, is one of her favorite hobbies.
The Magic Violinist has recently entered three writing contests. Her little brother has entered two of them (he's not yet old enough for the third one). Here are their entries (and we'll update you on any wins):
April is National Poetry Month. Our local library holds writing contests and the winners are published in a book.
The Magic Violinist's entry:
Me, My Stuffed Cat, Sushi, and Harry Potter
Once I was at a store when I saw a stuffed cat.
I loved it a lot.
Then it was bought!
I was so excited I named it Menedy.
Here it is, you heard it!
Now let’s get on to Sushi!
Sushi sounds like a funny name.
If you don’t like it, it’s the cook who should take the blame!
It’s good I tell you!
You can eat it with chopsticks or soy sauce.
Fried or with a Japanese guy!
So when you eat it, oh please, oh please, don’t cry!
Harry Potter, Harry Potter! I love it a lot!
But be careful what you just bought.
You’ll cry in the 7th, you’ll be shocked in the 6th.
But be careful, you’ll be in a fix!
You’ve heard my poem, you’ve heard it, I’m done!
But one more thing, don’t suck your thumb!
Little Brother's entry:
Clone Wars: A Poem
Cad Bane is a bounty hunter.
General Grievous is Dooku’s cyborg.
Lightning force is my favorite kind of Force.
Plo Koon is the best Jedi ever.
Captain Rex is my favorite clone.
Gree is my second favorite clone.
Fox is my third favorite clone.
Cody is my fourth favorite clone.
Anakin is the second best Jedi.
These are my favorite Clone Wars things.
A local choral society is holding a spring concert celebrating freedom and using some works by various musicians and authors including Thomas Jefferson. They, too, are holding a writing contest with the theme "What Freedom Means To Me." The winning essays are read at the concert and there are cash prizes as well.
The Magic Violinist's Entry:
Freedom is a very special thing that I am very lucky to have. It allows me to run around in my backyard, smell the fresh air, eat whatever I want, drink lemonade, and to hear the birds twittering in the distance.
When my family watched president Barack Obama get inaugurated my mom started to cry. I asked her why and she answered, “The White House was built by slaves and they weren’t allowed to go inside it. So I think it is pretty cool that we get to see him be president and go inside it. He’s the first president that’s black!” I thought and I bet his ancestors were slaves once and are very proud of him.
Every time I read a book, watch a movie, hear a story, or if anyone mentions how poorly slaves and black people were treated I always think that is SO unfair! Everyone should have the right to choose what they want to do and have freedom! I always think, “Now wait a minute! Why does it matter if someone’s black? It’s just a color! How would you like it if someone treated you that way just because you were white?” It drives me crazy!
My mom helps run a home schooling group. And the reason she can do that is because of FREEDOM. I love to write stories and to read anytime I want! That’s also because of freedom. We can all do things that we love because of freedom! And I get so mad when someone says black people used to not have the right to be free and they would whip them when they tried to get free!
I really hope everyone realizes how lucky they are to have freedom and have the choice whether they wanted to come today.
Little Brother's Entry:
Freedom makes me very happy. It makes me happy because I get to see birds, spend time with my family, play the computer, watch TV, and play Wii.
There is an exciting movie about good and evil that takes place in space called Star Wars. In this movie there is a boy named Anakin who was a slave. He became free by winning a race. After he won the race he was free to be a Jedi. When I saw the movie I felt happy for Anakin. When he became free he helped in an important battle and got to train to be a Jedi. He also got to make new friends. He would not have been able to do any of this if he had not been free.
Being free does not mean that you can do whatever you want. It means that you get to make choices, but it does not mean you can control other people. When we make choices there are consequences. We are free to play and the consequence is that we feel happy. We are free to eat 100,000 lollipops, but we will have a stomachache. I am free to hug my sister and the consequence is that we both love each other!
I have a sister and we get along very well. She is my best friend. Sometimes we argue and I feel badly. I have freedom so I can choose to hit her, not play with her, or be mad, but if I do these things I would be sad. I have freedom so I can choose to kiss, love, and hug her. When I use my freedom to choose nice things I feel happy!
I am glad I have freedom to make choices because I get to learn and be nice.
And, most recently, our National Parks held a writing contest asking kids to explain why the parks are important to them and also asking them to share ideas on how to help protect and care for the parks. There is a sizable cash prize and winners' essays are published on the web. A really neat part of the 1st prize is that the winner gets to oversee $5,000 and direct how it is used to help National Parks.
The Magic Violinist's Entry:
National Parks are very important to me. There are a large variety of National Parks. I just can’t imagine what they would look like if everybody would litter or draw graffiti there. I really appreciate how much time the workers who built the National Parks put into all of this. I have had some really cool experiences with National Parks.
Visiting National Parks is a lot more interesting than reading about them in textbooks. They are very beautiful and some of them are very educational. Our homeschool group visited Washington, D.C. for two days and went on a 6-mile hike seeing all the different monuments.
I enjoy visiting Washington, D.C. because I get to visit so many neat monuments. For example, I’ve been able to visit the Lincoln Memorial. It teaches you a LOT about Abraham Lincoln. I really like the big statue; that must have taken a long time to build! I also got to visit the Washington Memorial and we learned about how the brick color changes where they took a break building it because of the war. At the FDR Memorial, the gardens and waterfalls were beautiful. We got to learn about the Great Depression through statues and quotes.
As we walked around The National Mall, we noticed that the grass was damaged. My Mom says that even though the grass is messed up it also represents history. For example, Martin Luther King gave his “I Have a Dream” speech on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial. We’ve watched that speech on YouTube but being there in person was even more exciting. All the messed up spots in the grass represent the history of everybody that stood there.
I came up with my idea on how to protect the National Parks overnight. I even had a dream about it! My idea is to hold a fundraiser called “Save our National Parks Day” and have games with prizes, souvenirs, and “Save Our National Parks!” T- shirts! Then use all the money collected to get rid of rotting trees (because termites could mess them up!), plant new trees, and plant flowers. Or you could use the money to buy space or grassy areas to build new National Parks!
My Vavó (that is the Portuguese word for grandfather) legally immigrated to this country and has always loved America. He also had very personal, spiritual experiences at Bryce Canyon National Park. When I saw pictures of Bryce Canyon, it was beautiful and I could understand why he really loved it. You see, most people just see it as beautiful red rocks, but I see it as a reminder of my Vavó. My Vavó died just over a year ago and I really miss him. Being able to help protect National Parks means a lot to me and I know my Vavó would be proud of me.
I am so glad I had the chance to share my thoughts and ideas with you about National Parks.
The Magic Violinist has recently entered three writing contests. Her little brother has entered two of them (he's not yet old enough for the third one). Here are their entries (and we'll update you on any wins):
April is National Poetry Month. Our local library holds writing contests and the winners are published in a book.
The Magic Violinist's entry:
Me, My Stuffed Cat, Sushi, and Harry Potter
Once I was at a store when I saw a stuffed cat.
I loved it a lot.
Then it was bought!
I was so excited I named it Menedy.
Here it is, you heard it!
Now let’s get on to Sushi!
Sushi sounds like a funny name.
If you don’t like it, it’s the cook who should take the blame!
It’s good I tell you!
You can eat it with chopsticks or soy sauce.
Fried or with a Japanese guy!
So when you eat it, oh please, oh please, don’t cry!
Harry Potter, Harry Potter! I love it a lot!
But be careful what you just bought.
You’ll cry in the 7th, you’ll be shocked in the 6th.
But be careful, you’ll be in a fix!
You’ve heard my poem, you’ve heard it, I’m done!
But one more thing, don’t suck your thumb!
Little Brother's entry:
Clone Wars: A Poem
Cad Bane is a bounty hunter.
General Grievous is Dooku’s cyborg.
Lightning force is my favorite kind of Force.
Plo Koon is the best Jedi ever.
Captain Rex is my favorite clone.
Gree is my second favorite clone.
Fox is my third favorite clone.
Cody is my fourth favorite clone.
Anakin is the second best Jedi.
These are my favorite Clone Wars things.
A local choral society is holding a spring concert celebrating freedom and using some works by various musicians and authors including Thomas Jefferson. They, too, are holding a writing contest with the theme "What Freedom Means To Me." The winning essays are read at the concert and there are cash prizes as well.
The Magic Violinist's Entry:
Freedom is a very special thing that I am very lucky to have. It allows me to run around in my backyard, smell the fresh air, eat whatever I want, drink lemonade, and to hear the birds twittering in the distance.
When my family watched president Barack Obama get inaugurated my mom started to cry. I asked her why and she answered, “The White House was built by slaves and they weren’t allowed to go inside it. So I think it is pretty cool that we get to see him be president and go inside it. He’s the first president that’s black!” I thought and I bet his ancestors were slaves once and are very proud of him.
Every time I read a book, watch a movie, hear a story, or if anyone mentions how poorly slaves and black people were treated I always think that is SO unfair! Everyone should have the right to choose what they want to do and have freedom! I always think, “Now wait a minute! Why does it matter if someone’s black? It’s just a color! How would you like it if someone treated you that way just because you were white?” It drives me crazy!
My mom helps run a home schooling group. And the reason she can do that is because of FREEDOM. I love to write stories and to read anytime I want! That’s also because of freedom. We can all do things that we love because of freedom! And I get so mad when someone says black people used to not have the right to be free and they would whip them when they tried to get free!
I really hope everyone realizes how lucky they are to have freedom and have the choice whether they wanted to come today.
Little Brother's Entry:
Freedom makes me very happy. It makes me happy because I get to see birds, spend time with my family, play the computer, watch TV, and play Wii.
There is an exciting movie about good and evil that takes place in space called Star Wars. In this movie there is a boy named Anakin who was a slave. He became free by winning a race. After he won the race he was free to be a Jedi. When I saw the movie I felt happy for Anakin. When he became free he helped in an important battle and got to train to be a Jedi. He also got to make new friends. He would not have been able to do any of this if he had not been free.
Being free does not mean that you can do whatever you want. It means that you get to make choices, but it does not mean you can control other people. When we make choices there are consequences. We are free to play and the consequence is that we feel happy. We are free to eat 100,000 lollipops, but we will have a stomachache. I am free to hug my sister and the consequence is that we both love each other!
I have a sister and we get along very well. She is my best friend. Sometimes we argue and I feel badly. I have freedom so I can choose to hit her, not play with her, or be mad, but if I do these things I would be sad. I have freedom so I can choose to kiss, love, and hug her. When I use my freedom to choose nice things I feel happy!
I am glad I have freedom to make choices because I get to learn and be nice.
And, most recently, our National Parks held a writing contest asking kids to explain why the parks are important to them and also asking them to share ideas on how to help protect and care for the parks. There is a sizable cash prize and winners' essays are published on the web. A really neat part of the 1st prize is that the winner gets to oversee $5,000 and direct how it is used to help National Parks.
The Magic Violinist's Entry:
National Parks are very important to me. There are a large variety of National Parks. I just can’t imagine what they would look like if everybody would litter or draw graffiti there. I really appreciate how much time the workers who built the National Parks put into all of this. I have had some really cool experiences with National Parks.
Visiting National Parks is a lot more interesting than reading about them in textbooks. They are very beautiful and some of them are very educational. Our homeschool group visited Washington, D.C. for two days and went on a 6-mile hike seeing all the different monuments.
I enjoy visiting Washington, D.C. because I get to visit so many neat monuments. For example, I’ve been able to visit the Lincoln Memorial. It teaches you a LOT about Abraham Lincoln. I really like the big statue; that must have taken a long time to build! I also got to visit the Washington Memorial and we learned about how the brick color changes where they took a break building it because of the war. At the FDR Memorial, the gardens and waterfalls were beautiful. We got to learn about the Great Depression through statues and quotes.
As we walked around The National Mall, we noticed that the grass was damaged. My Mom says that even though the grass is messed up it also represents history. For example, Martin Luther King gave his “I Have a Dream” speech on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial. We’ve watched that speech on YouTube but being there in person was even more exciting. All the messed up spots in the grass represent the history of everybody that stood there.
I came up with my idea on how to protect the National Parks overnight. I even had a dream about it! My idea is to hold a fundraiser called “Save our National Parks Day” and have games with prizes, souvenirs, and “Save Our National Parks!” T- shirts! Then use all the money collected to get rid of rotting trees (because termites could mess them up!), plant new trees, and plant flowers. Or you could use the money to buy space or grassy areas to build new National Parks!
My Vavó (that is the Portuguese word for grandfather) legally immigrated to this country and has always loved America. He also had very personal, spiritual experiences at Bryce Canyon National Park. When I saw pictures of Bryce Canyon, it was beautiful and I could understand why he really loved it. You see, most people just see it as beautiful red rocks, but I see it as a reminder of my Vavó. My Vavó died just over a year ago and I really miss him. Being able to help protect National Parks means a lot to me and I know my Vavó would be proud of me.
I am so glad I had the chance to share my thoughts and ideas with you about National Parks.
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I'm head over heels in love with my husband and kids. I really like the Internet. I love games and food and pop culture. I’m a bit of an activist and don’t like having someone else tell me what to do. I LOVE sushi. I'm a simple girl with simple tastes. I love talking with my husband. We enjoy hanging out and learning as a family. We like our friends. I like love. I like kindness. I love mental health days.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Happy Birthday, Magic Violinist!
Happy Birthday!
We Love You!
We Love You!
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I'm head over heels in love with my husband and kids. I really like the Internet. I love games and food and pop culture. I’m a bit of an activist and don’t like having someone else tell me what to do. I LOVE sushi. I'm a simple girl with simple tastes. I love talking with my husband. We enjoy hanging out and learning as a family. We like our friends. I like love. I like kindness. I love mental health days.
Monday, March 23, 2009
National Goof Off Day
We have a cool kids calendar and every day there is a really cool activity!
Yesterday was National Goof-Off Day so we wrote an essay about what we would do if we had a day all to ourselves and could choose anything we wanted to do the whole day!
Here is my essay:
If I had a day all to myself, I would wake up, get ready, and stay in my jammies. I would have dippy eggs and circle toast with milk for breakfast. Then I would play Wii. I would play all the games. Then I would have lunch. It would be sushi and lemonade. Then I would see Shavon and Shannel. We three would go bowling, go to Hershey Park, go to Chocolate World, and go see "Thumbelina" and "The Diamond Castle" at the movies. Then we would all got to MJ's to get sandwiches for dinner and split a milkshake. Chocolate of course. Then we three would all go to my house to play Apples to Apples Junior, Harry Potter Clue, and Harry Potter Uno. Then they would go home and I would stay up reading until midnight and go to bed.
I hope you liked it!
(Mommy also said she has been getting complaints about my posts not being here for a while. ;) )
Yesterday was National Goof-Off Day so we wrote an essay about what we would do if we had a day all to ourselves and could choose anything we wanted to do the whole day!
Here is my essay:
If I had a day all to myself, I would wake up, get ready, and stay in my jammies. I would have dippy eggs and circle toast with milk for breakfast. Then I would play Wii. I would play all the games. Then I would have lunch. It would be sushi and lemonade. Then I would see Shavon and Shannel. We three would go bowling, go to Hershey Park, go to Chocolate World, and go see "Thumbelina" and "The Diamond Castle" at the movies. Then we would all got to MJ's to get sandwiches for dinner and split a milkshake. Chocolate of course. Then we three would all go to my house to play Apples to Apples Junior, Harry Potter Clue, and Harry Potter Uno. Then they would go home and I would stay up reading until midnight and go to bed.
I hope you liked it!
(Mommy also said she has been getting complaints about my posts not being here for a while. ;) )
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I am 21-year-old author, actress, daydreamer, voracious reader, introvert, klutz, fangirl, and overuser of tape. I love the impossible (which might explain my obsessions with YA novels) but I dip into the real world . . . occasionally. I’m a big fan of dogs, Broadway musicals, and bittersweet endings. When I'm not hunched over a laptop writing a new story, you can find me onstage in whatever theatrical production I've allowed to take over my life. I am a contributor to the “Fauxpocalypse” anthology and the author of “Instructions for Flight” and “Ghost Light,” both collections of poetry. You can follow me on Twitter and Instagram at @KateIFoley.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Finish a ______________
My mom gave me this idea.
1. My uncle once: Read a story I wrote to my aunt and me.
2. Never in my life: Have I handglided.
3. When I was five: I don't remember much. I do know that Maxim was 2 at that time.
4. High School was: Something my parents went to and I will, too.
5. I will never forget: My birthday parties.
6. I once met: A girl named Sarah who wants to be on American Idol and be an author just like me.
7. There’s this girl I know who: Loves to make ragdolls. She, her sister, and I have a ragdoll club.
8. Once, at a bar: I don't know! I have no idea because I've never been to one!
9. By noon, I’m usually: Eating or starting lunch.
10. Last night: I fell asleep .
11. If only I had: a magic wand and wings. Boy would that make things easier!
12. Next time I go to church: I'll make a quiz during sacrament meeting.
13. Terry Schiavo: is somebody I don't know. Come on! I'm only eight!
14. What worries me most: is Maxim will break the chandelier doing his crazy flipping a sword into the air, in the living room, near the chandelier show!
15. When I turn my head left, I see: My mom typing on the computer as I am doing now.
16. When I turn my head right, I see: a towel in the shape of a bunny head on my messy computer desk.
17. You know I’m lying when: I lie!
18. What I miss most about the eighties: is I couldn't be born then to know how to answer this sentence!
19. If I was a character in Shakespeare, I’d be: Kate from The Taming of the Shrew.
20. By this time next year: I'll be nine, almost 10.
21. A better name for me would be: Nothing! I love my name! The only problem is people getting mixed up and calling me Katie or Katharine.
22. I have a hard time understanding: German.
23. If I ever go back to school, I’ll: Excuse me? I am in school!
24. You know I like you if: I smile any time I see you!
25. If I ever won an award, the first person I’d thank would be: The person who gave it to me.
26. Darwin, Mozart, Slim Pickens & Geraldine Ferraro: First Terry Schavio and now this?! I'll say this one more time . . . I AM ONLY EIGHT!
27. Take my advice, never: don't take my advice.
28. My ideal breakfast is: Eggs in a nest, toast, and sausage once every week with a big glass of lemonade.
29. A song I love, but do not own is: I don't know if I own this or not because my mom owns over 200 cd's and I own two but I love these song: "Manic Monday" and "Love Song."
30. If you visit my hometown, I suggest:
--> That you go to Kugo's Steakhouse! Yum! Wait a minute . . . Mommy? Am I drooling?!
31. Tulips, character flaws, microchips, & track stars: Tulips are pretty, character flaws are character flaws, I have no idea what microchips are, and I think I'm a singing star.
32. Why won’t people: Just stop being bullies?!
33. If you spend the night at my house: I will suggest to your kids (with whom I probably made friends) to sneak and hide so they can stay longer.
34. I’d stop my wedding for: Do I have to say this again? I AM ONLY EIGHT!
35. The world could do without: Guns, bombs, criminals. You know, the usual stupid stuff!
36. I’d rather lick the belly of a cockroach than: Jump out of an airplane, not wearing a safety harness, jump onto a trampoline being held by four naked clowns still wearing their makeup, who haven't taken a shower!
37. My favorite blonde is: Sarah Gooden.
38: Paper clips are more useful than: a piece of dust.
39. If I do anything well, it’s: Writing stories.
40. And by the way: Did I mention I AM ONLY EIGHT?!
1. My uncle once: Read a story I wrote to my aunt and me.
2. Never in my life: Have I handglided.
3. When I was five: I don't remember much. I do know that Maxim was 2 at that time.
4. High School was: Something my parents went to and I will, too.
5. I will never forget: My birthday parties.
6. I once met: A girl named Sarah who wants to be on American Idol and be an author just like me.
7. There’s this girl I know who: Loves to make ragdolls. She, her sister, and I have a ragdoll club.
8. Once, at a bar: I don't know! I have no idea because I've never been to one!
9. By noon, I’m usually: Eating or starting lunch.
10. Last night: I fell asleep .
11. If only I had: a magic wand and wings. Boy would that make things easier!
12. Next time I go to church: I'll make a quiz during sacrament meeting.
13. Terry Schiavo: is somebody I don't know. Come on! I'm only eight!
14. What worries me most: is Maxim will break the chandelier doing his crazy flipping a sword into the air, in the living room, near the chandelier show!
15. When I turn my head left, I see: My mom typing on the computer as I am doing now.
16. When I turn my head right, I see: a towel in the shape of a bunny head on my messy computer desk.
17. You know I’m lying when: I lie!
18. What I miss most about the eighties: is I couldn't be born then to know how to answer this sentence!
19. If I was a character in Shakespeare, I’d be: Kate from The Taming of the Shrew.
20. By this time next year: I'll be nine, almost 10.
21. A better name for me would be: Nothing! I love my name! The only problem is people getting mixed up and calling me Katie or Katharine.
22. I have a hard time understanding: German.
23. If I ever go back to school, I’ll: Excuse me? I am in school!
24. You know I like you if: I smile any time I see you!
25. If I ever won an award, the first person I’d thank would be: The person who gave it to me.
26. Darwin, Mozart, Slim Pickens & Geraldine Ferraro: First Terry Schavio and now this?! I'll say this one more time . . . I AM ONLY EIGHT!
27. Take my advice, never: don't take my advice.
28. My ideal breakfast is: Eggs in a nest, toast, and sausage once every week with a big glass of lemonade.
29. A song I love, but do not own is: I don't know if I own this or not because my mom owns over 200 cd's and I own two but I love these song: "Manic Monday" and "Love Song."
30. If you visit my hometown, I suggest:
--> That you go to Kugo's Steakhouse! Yum! Wait a minute . . . Mommy? Am I drooling?!
31. Tulips, character flaws, microchips, & track stars: Tulips are pretty, character flaws are character flaws, I have no idea what microchips are, and I think I'm a singing star.
32. Why won’t people: Just stop being bullies?!
33. If you spend the night at my house: I will suggest to your kids (with whom I probably made friends) to sneak and hide so they can stay longer.
34. I’d stop my wedding for: Do I have to say this again? I AM ONLY EIGHT!
35. The world could do without: Guns, bombs, criminals. You know, the usual stupid stuff!
36. I’d rather lick the belly of a cockroach than: Jump out of an airplane, not wearing a safety harness, jump onto a trampoline being held by four naked clowns still wearing their makeup, who haven't taken a shower!
37. My favorite blonde is: Sarah Gooden.
38: Paper clips are more useful than: a piece of dust.
39. If I do anything well, it’s: Writing stories.
40. And by the way: Did I mention I AM ONLY EIGHT?!
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I am 21-year-old author, actress, daydreamer, voracious reader, introvert, klutz, fangirl, and overuser of tape. I love the impossible (which might explain my obsessions with YA novels) but I dip into the real world . . . occasionally. I’m a big fan of dogs, Broadway musicals, and bittersweet endings. When I'm not hunched over a laptop writing a new story, you can find me onstage in whatever theatrical production I've allowed to take over my life. I am a contributor to the “Fauxpocalypse” anthology and the author of “Instructions for Flight” and “Ghost Light,” both collections of poetry. You can follow me on Twitter and Instagram at @KateIFoley.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Saturday at the Frists
Here is a story I just finished today. Enjoy!
Kate, Margaret, Helen, and Sarah were invited to their teacher’s house, Mrs. Frist’s, for lunch. Kate had dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, a round face, and was very kind. Margaret had black hair, an oval face, bright light blue eyes, and was full of jokes. Helen had light brown hair, a round face, dark blue eyes, and had a very dramatic personality. Sarah had an oval face, blonde hair, bright green eyes, and enjoyed doing girly stuff. When the best friends found the invitations in their mailboxes, they called each other right away.
“Margaret, Helen, Sarah, I just got an invitation from Mrs. Frist!” said Kate.
“Me too!” cried Margaret.
“Really? Me three!” said Helen.
“I suppose you got one too Sarah?”
“How did you know?” said Sarah sarcastically.
Suddenly Helen shrieked.
“What is it?” asked Kate.
“We go on Saturday!” said Helen dramatically.
“Oh brother,” said Sarah. Kate thought she might be rolling her eyes over the phone.
“Well at least it’s just for lunch,” said Kate, “but if she asks us to stay for a little while, we will politely stay for a little bit longer. When we want to go this is what we will say: ‘We really must be going.’ When we leave let’s shake hands. Okay?”
Everyone agreed.
“Good.”
On Saturday, everyone met at Margaret’s house.
“Everyone ready?” asked Helen.
Sarah rolled her eyes. “It’s not like she’s planning to trap us in her cellar with ghosts!”
“You never know!” said Helen.
“I’m just saying!” said Sarah.
“You never know if she has ghosts or if her house is spooky and cold or welcoming and warm or if she has ghosts or pets,” said Helen.
“Didn’t she say she has a two year old daughter?” said Kate.
“Yes she did!” said Margaret.
“Then that means . . .” started Helen.
“She has a husband,” finished Sarah.
“If she has a daughter and husband her house must be welcoming!” said Kate.
“You never know!” said Helen once more with another roll of Sarah’s eyes.
The girls kept on walking until they came to an old-looking house. It had brown pieces of wood that were breaking apart, and the roof was all crooked. It was only 11:30 in the morning but it felt like midnight at the sight of the old house. Helen gave Sarah the “what did I tell you” look and Sarah rolled her eyes again. They went up to the beat-up, crooked porch and Kate rang the old-fashioned doorbell. It rang with a buzz. They politely wiped their feet on the unswept doormat. A handsome looking man came up and answered the door. Kate, Sarah, and Margaret looked carefully at his hands. There was a wedding ring on his left hand. “You must be Kate, Helen, Margaret, and Sarah! Oh, my wife has told me so much about you! Come in! Come in!”
They shook hands and stepped in as he held the door open wider. The house was so much different on the outside than the inside. There was a fireplace with two red, comfy armchairs and just enough space in between for a person to squeeze through. In the space sat a little girl in a purple dress with cookie crumbs stuck to her face. The girl was playing with an old rag doll. On the mantel place there were a few photos and a vase in the middle. To the left there were two picture frames. The first one was a picture of Mrs. Frist and her husband getting married. The next one had a picture of her daughter being born. Then there was a tall, gold vase holding daises, roses, poppies, and sunflowers. Then there was another picture of her daughter’s first steps at 8 months old. The last picture was a family picture at a studio. They walked to the left of the room where there was a brown easy chair and two sofas surrounding a coffee table. To the right of the room there was a couch facing the side of one of the armchairs.
“This is a lovely living room!” said Kate politely.
Mrs. Frist walked into the room. “Why, thank you!”
Mrs. Frist was holding two kittens that looked like newborns. Their eyes were still closed. One of the kittens was all black and the other one was gray with tiny, thin, black stripes.
“What are their names?” asked Sarah.
“The black one is Sweetpea. The other one is Shadow.”
Suddenly another cat walked in. It was the mother. The mother cat was a tabby cat. It rubbed against their teacher’s legs and purred.
“May we pet her?” asked Margaret.
“Of course! Her name is Tiger”
Margaret and Helen knelt down to pet Tiger.
“Would you girls please follow me?” asked Mrs. Frist.
“Why?! Where are you taking us?!” shouted Helen as she stood up very quickly. Tiger hissed at her.
Sarah closed her eyes, put her hand on her face, and shook her head. Kate looked humiliated, and Margaret gasped.
Mrs. Frist was shocked. “I am only taking you to the dining room for our supper!”
Helen blushed furiously, and her ears turned bright pink.
They walked to the dining room after the event was over. Mrs. Frist served tiny tea sandwiches, tea, cookies, and chocolate mousse pudding on a big, shiny, silver platter. Everyone ate quietly until Sarah broke the silence.
“Mrs. Frist? How long have you been married?”
“For fifteen years.”
“Do you ever feel lonely with just you and your daughter when your husband is at work?”
“Sometimes. But, I have Tiger, and now Sweetpea, and Shadow. I also have my daughter Samantha.”
Margaret fidgeted uncomfortably for ten minutes straight.
“Margaret! What ever is the matter with you?” asked Kate whispering to be polite.
“I need to use the bathroom!” she whispered back.
“Excuse me,” said Kate. “Could you please show my friend to the bathroom?”
“Of course! Follow me!”
“Don’t do it Margaret! She’ll take you to the cellar and . . .”
Kate covered her mouth so that she didn’t talk about ghosts again.
When Margaret came back, Kate began to speak. “We really must be going now! Thank you for everything.”
They pet Tiger and shook hands with everyone. Then everybody hugged Samantha.
When they came out Kate said, “Honestly Helen! Why did you scream like that and try to make Margaret believe she was taking her to the cellar!?”
“Because she would! She just heard me, so she didn’t take Margaret there to feed her to real tigers and get spooked out by ghosts!”
“But she does not have a cellar!”
“Huh?”
“I was trying to tell you before but you wouldn’t listen! I was there one time! She invited me to lunch! But you and everyone else were on vacation! She took me for a tour around the house! She only had an attic! And SHE DID NOT HAVE A CELLAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Kate screamed so loud that everyone practically jumped two feet in the air and all the birds flew out of their nests.
They all walked home and everyone, including Helen, knew that Mrs. Frist was just another normal person.
Kate, Margaret, Helen, and Sarah were invited to their teacher’s house, Mrs. Frist’s, for lunch. Kate had dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, a round face, and was very kind. Margaret had black hair, an oval face, bright light blue eyes, and was full of jokes. Helen had light brown hair, a round face, dark blue eyes, and had a very dramatic personality. Sarah had an oval face, blonde hair, bright green eyes, and enjoyed doing girly stuff. When the best friends found the invitations in their mailboxes, they called each other right away.
“Margaret, Helen, Sarah, I just got an invitation from Mrs. Frist!” said Kate.
“Me too!” cried Margaret.
“Really? Me three!” said Helen.
“I suppose you got one too Sarah?”
“How did you know?” said Sarah sarcastically.
Suddenly Helen shrieked.
“What is it?” asked Kate.
“We go on Saturday!” said Helen dramatically.
“Oh brother,” said Sarah. Kate thought she might be rolling her eyes over the phone.
“Well at least it’s just for lunch,” said Kate, “but if she asks us to stay for a little while, we will politely stay for a little bit longer. When we want to go this is what we will say: ‘We really must be going.’ When we leave let’s shake hands. Okay?”
Everyone agreed.
“Good.”
On Saturday, everyone met at Margaret’s house.
“Everyone ready?” asked Helen.
Sarah rolled her eyes. “It’s not like she’s planning to trap us in her cellar with ghosts!”
“You never know!” said Helen.
“I’m just saying!” said Sarah.
“You never know if she has ghosts or if her house is spooky and cold or welcoming and warm or if she has ghosts or pets,” said Helen.
“Didn’t she say she has a two year old daughter?” said Kate.
“Yes she did!” said Margaret.
“Then that means . . .” started Helen.
“She has a husband,” finished Sarah.
“If she has a daughter and husband her house must be welcoming!” said Kate.
“You never know!” said Helen once more with another roll of Sarah’s eyes.
The girls kept on walking until they came to an old-looking house. It had brown pieces of wood that were breaking apart, and the roof was all crooked. It was only 11:30 in the morning but it felt like midnight at the sight of the old house. Helen gave Sarah the “what did I tell you” look and Sarah rolled her eyes again. They went up to the beat-up, crooked porch and Kate rang the old-fashioned doorbell. It rang with a buzz. They politely wiped their feet on the unswept doormat. A handsome looking man came up and answered the door. Kate, Sarah, and Margaret looked carefully at his hands. There was a wedding ring on his left hand. “You must be Kate, Helen, Margaret, and Sarah! Oh, my wife has told me so much about you! Come in! Come in!”
They shook hands and stepped in as he held the door open wider. The house was so much different on the outside than the inside. There was a fireplace with two red, comfy armchairs and just enough space in between for a person to squeeze through. In the space sat a little girl in a purple dress with cookie crumbs stuck to her face. The girl was playing with an old rag doll. On the mantel place there were a few photos and a vase in the middle. To the left there were two picture frames. The first one was a picture of Mrs. Frist and her husband getting married. The next one had a picture of her daughter being born. Then there was a tall, gold vase holding daises, roses, poppies, and sunflowers. Then there was another picture of her daughter’s first steps at 8 months old. The last picture was a family picture at a studio. They walked to the left of the room where there was a brown easy chair and two sofas surrounding a coffee table. To the right of the room there was a couch facing the side of one of the armchairs.
“This is a lovely living room!” said Kate politely.
Mrs. Frist walked into the room. “Why, thank you!”
Mrs. Frist was holding two kittens that looked like newborns. Their eyes were still closed. One of the kittens was all black and the other one was gray with tiny, thin, black stripes.
“What are their names?” asked Sarah.
“The black one is Sweetpea. The other one is Shadow.”
Suddenly another cat walked in. It was the mother. The mother cat was a tabby cat. It rubbed against their teacher’s legs and purred.
“May we pet her?” asked Margaret.
“Of course! Her name is Tiger”
Margaret and Helen knelt down to pet Tiger.
“Would you girls please follow me?” asked Mrs. Frist.
“Why?! Where are you taking us?!” shouted Helen as she stood up very quickly. Tiger hissed at her.
Sarah closed her eyes, put her hand on her face, and shook her head. Kate looked humiliated, and Margaret gasped.
Mrs. Frist was shocked. “I am only taking you to the dining room for our supper!”
Helen blushed furiously, and her ears turned bright pink.
They walked to the dining room after the event was over. Mrs. Frist served tiny tea sandwiches, tea, cookies, and chocolate mousse pudding on a big, shiny, silver platter. Everyone ate quietly until Sarah broke the silence.
“Mrs. Frist? How long have you been married?”
“For fifteen years.”
“Do you ever feel lonely with just you and your daughter when your husband is at work?”
“Sometimes. But, I have Tiger, and now Sweetpea, and Shadow. I also have my daughter Samantha.”
Margaret fidgeted uncomfortably for ten minutes straight.
“Margaret! What ever is the matter with you?” asked Kate whispering to be polite.
“I need to use the bathroom!” she whispered back.
“Excuse me,” said Kate. “Could you please show my friend to the bathroom?”
“Of course! Follow me!”
“Don’t do it Margaret! She’ll take you to the cellar and . . .”
Kate covered her mouth so that she didn’t talk about ghosts again.
When Margaret came back, Kate began to speak. “We really must be going now! Thank you for everything.”
They pet Tiger and shook hands with everyone. Then everybody hugged Samantha.
When they came out Kate said, “Honestly Helen! Why did you scream like that and try to make Margaret believe she was taking her to the cellar!?”
“Because she would! She just heard me, so she didn’t take Margaret there to feed her to real tigers and get spooked out by ghosts!”
“But she does not have a cellar!”
“Huh?”
“I was trying to tell you before but you wouldn’t listen! I was there one time! She invited me to lunch! But you and everyone else were on vacation! She took me for a tour around the house! She only had an attic! And SHE DID NOT HAVE A CELLAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Kate screamed so loud that everyone practically jumped two feet in the air and all the birds flew out of their nests.
They all walked home and everyone, including Helen, knew that Mrs. Frist was just another normal person.
The End
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I am 21-year-old author, actress, daydreamer, voracious reader, introvert, klutz, fangirl, and overuser of tape. I love the impossible (which might explain my obsessions with YA novels) but I dip into the real world . . . occasionally. I’m a big fan of dogs, Broadway musicals, and bittersweet endings. When I'm not hunched over a laptop writing a new story, you can find me onstage in whatever theatrical production I've allowed to take over my life. I am a contributor to the “Fauxpocalypse” anthology and the author of “Instructions for Flight” and “Ghost Light,” both collections of poetry. You can follow me on Twitter and Instagram at @KateIFoley.
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