On Family (A Haiku)

Thought I'd try my hand at a haiku. (I hope I spelled that right!!) This one is about family. 

The first friends you will

Ever make no one will break 

This bond that we share. 

More Acrostics

I came up with more acrostic poems. Hope you like! P.S: see if you can guess where some of them come from. 

Time

And

Relative

Dimensions

In 

Space

Danger awaits but we don't

Even care

Monsters outside your

Imagination with

Godly parents

Only at camp are we safe

Death awaits but

Scared isn't our style

Red

Ant

Nod

Doom

On the couch

More jokes

Never 

Eat 

Soggy waffles

Seagull

Sherlock, a poem.

I was thinking about what it would be like if Sherlock Holmes wrote an acrostic poem. I'm a big fan of the BBC show Sherlock, so I gave it a shot. 

Here is Not Bored, by Sherlock Holmes.  

Mystery

Undertaken

Red blood 

Dripping

Evidence suggests 

Revenge

Wrapping up T.A.R.D.I.F

First off; I'm sorry. I know I ended it a bit quick, but do you really want this to become the t.a.r.d.i.f blog? …okay that's actually a good idea. Maybe I'll make a different one, but it won't be here. 

Also, I'm working on other things at the moment. I might publish them, I might not, I don't know yet! 

Will I ever write more t.a.r.d.i.f? Probably, but as of now I need to shift my focus elsewhere. 

My prioritie is, as always, you: my readers. If you ask me for more t.a.r.d.i.f, I will be more likely to make it. If you say you totally hated it and I shouldn't write anymore… you're just mean. 

T.A.R.D.I.F part 6

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Dr. Who or anything else. 

They turned back to the girl, who was only getting more confused. 

"My girl," said the keeper. "This mirror, as you called it is actually an inter-dimensional ship. It, as well as myself, are from the planet Hymalflaxa. It is bigger on the inside, as you no doubt perceived, and has the power to travel into, out of, and between books. Young Rory himself was from a book called… um, oh what was it?"

"Blood of Olympus." Rory supplied.  "He plucked me out in the middle of a war. "

The Keeper smiled serenely.  "Yes, that's right." He turned back to Madison. " the last thing I have to tell you for now is that there is a pair of Illitarites on your trail. If they find you, they will kill you before you can plead your case or say 'hello'. And on that note, I invite you to come along with us when it is almost never safe, but where there is a higher chance of survival than the Illitarites will give you."  

He extended his hand to her. Madison was torn. She wanted to live, and she had a feeling that the highest chance she would was with the crazy old coot in front of her. 

But she loved the life she had. She would miss her red pencils and grade books. But in her heart of hearts what she truly longed for was the thing staring her in the face. An adventure. 

She took the Keeper's hand. 

My poor blog

I'm sorry I've been neglecting you. I've had a lot going on. For instance, I got an iPhone with a blogger app, so now I can post on the go. 

I promise I will have more reviews and short stories to come, just have patience.

As to what those will be: I'm planning on a review for pride and prejudice, and another short story. 

I would like to talk, at this point, about the short stories. My dream is to be a writer someday. Writing short(ish) stories here is the best way for me to get feedback. I know not everyone likes fanfics, and that's okay, I understand. But please don't hate on me because I write it. Writing is hard! It makes it easier on me to start with someone/thing I know pretty well. If you don't like, your loss. 

T.A.R.D.I.F Part 5

Okay, first off; in so sorry this took so long. A lot has happened since my last post, and I just forgot. But I'm here now.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own dr. who or any other not so hidden Easter eggs. 

       Chapter 2

"I believe," The Keeper said, "that we have entered reality."

"Reality?" Rory asked incredulously, "I thought you made that up, to scare me."

The Keeper looked at him curiously. "Did work?"

Rory shrugged. "Not after the Minotaur. After him I figured-"

"Yes, yes never mind that now." The Keeper interrupted. "The problem at hand is how to explain to this poor girl how we got here."

"Keeper," Rory exclaimed "you aren't thinking of telling her the truth?"

"And why shouldn't I?" The old man huffed. "She seems perfectly reasonable to me."

"She'd never believe you. I didn't believe you when we first met."

The older man wagged a finger. "But you came round, didn't you?"

Revised Sleepy Hollow

The Legend of Sleepy hollow is a story that has endured for decades. Enjoyed by millions, including me!

I got this book from Target's dollar section last year at Halloween. It wasn't a long read (curse you abridged version!) but I couldn't put it down until I finished.

It was somewhat predictable, but that may be because I've heard the story so many times. At any rate, it is a classic story and I highly recommend it.

T.A.R.D.I.F Part 4

Hello everybody! Yesterday was a bit hectic, otherwise I would have put this up sooner. Addressing copyrights: I do not own Doctor Who, or this would totally be a spin-off or something. I also don't own any books I may mention. I don't really even own Rory! The ideas I have are based on this prompt, Doctor Who, and my friend Torra's brilliant idea.

The older man turned around slowly, his large eyes magnified by his twelve inch glasses. He stopped when his eyes fell on Madison.

"My boy, I think your right." he said in the same lispy voice from earlier. "This is a girls lavatory!"
He acted as though he was the first to ever discover such a thing, as though the boy next to him should be happy to see the like.

"Yes," the boy spoke up "But, Keeper, where have we landed?"

"Landed?" Madison shrieked. "What's all this nonsense about landed? You just walked through a mirror into the Ladies room, you didn't land anywhere!"

The older man looked at her without blinking for several minutes. When he finally answered her it was slowly, like he was thinking of every word.

"My dear girl, what is your name?"

"My name," she snapped "is Madison. I'm certainly not 'dear', and I'm no 'girl'. I'm 21. Who on Earth are you?"

The man chuckled. "My name," he said "is The Keeper. Keeper for short, if you like. This young man here," he patted the boy on the back, none too gently either "Is Rory. I rescued him from- well that's not important. The important thing is, is your last name Finn?"

"No, it's Tulle. Why is that-"

"Never mind that, Rory may I speak with you?"


TIME! That's all for now. Hope I've hooked you. Read the rest tomorrow.

T.A.R.D.I.F Part 3

Sorry I didn't post yesterday. I had driving lessons and I just didn't have time. But I'm doing it now and that's what's important right? 
Addressing copyrights: I do not own Doctor Who, or this would totally be a spin-off or something. I also don't own any books I may mention. I don't really even own Rory! (you'll see) The ideas I have are based on this prompt, Doctor Who, and my friend Torra's brilliant idea. 
Now that's all out of the way, I'll write!

As Madison was puzzling over the impossibility of this, a voice rang out through one of the adjoining corridors. It sounded old and had a slight lisp, but was definitely male.
"RORY! Do you know where I put the aster wires?"
"No," Answered another voice, which must have been Rory. "I don't even know what those are!"
"Well, tell me if you see them. Oh, and look where we landed, would you."

Madison realized that, as the room had no windows, the only way "Rory" would be able to look out was through the door. The one she assumed she was standing directly in front of. She quickly shut the mirror, not wanting either of it's apparent inhabitants to see her.

Just as she moved out sight the mirror swung open again. A teenage boy with floppy brown hair brown hair poked his head out. He looked around for a moment, then his face started turning red. He ducked back into the mirror.

Madison slowly made her way to the door. She was about halfway there when the mirror opened again. she froze. This time an old man walked out. The same boy followed close behind him. The old man wore what looked like an old suit, but it was hard to tell with all the randomly drawn scribbles and seemingly meaningless rags sticking out of it. The boy, meanwhile was wearing a purple T-shirt, jeans and a leather jacket. Perfectly normal, except for the Roman gladius hanging at his side.

Ooooo! Who could these new characters be? I'd tell you, but in the immortal words of River Song; Spoilers! From here on out it's probably gonna be a lot more sci-fi-fantasy-ish so I hope you like that kinda stuff. 

T.A.R.D.I.F Part 2

Welcome back, my friends! You have waited very patiently (for a whole 24 hours!) for the next segment of this story. In those 24 hours i thought long and hard about where it should go, and here is the result! 

This was inspired by this prompt, and my friend Torra's ideas. WARNING: If you have never seen Doctor Who this will be a lot less fun and potentially confusing. That said let's begin.

The frame of the mirror lit up with pale electric blue light. Madison stepped back, nearly running into the sink counter. And it was lucky she did, for no sooner had she stopped backing up then the mirror swung open.

Inside was an impossible sight. It looked, for all the world, to be a sitting room. The walls were lined with bookshelves, the floor had a plush looking rug, overstuffed chairs sat in every corner. Yes, it looked quite like a study from an old movie, except for the fact that there was a large pillar in the middle of the room. The pillar looked as though it had no apparent purpose other than to confuse young teachers who looked in.

But the most confusing thing about the room was, in fact, not the pillar. Madison reasoned that it was a very large room, and a very large room must have a very large space to fill. But neither the mirror or the wall was thick enough to accommodate it. She estimated the mirror itself, was about two inches thick, the wall was about one foot thick, and the room was the size of a small basketball field! That was definitely not one foot and two inches wide.

And TIME! Sorry all for today. You'll just have to "tune in" tomorrow to see what happens next. Sorry sports fans for saying basketball field, i am totally clueless on sports and had no idea what else to call it. I apologize if I'm wrong. And if I'm right I apologize for apologizing. 

T.A.R.D.I.F Part 1

Okay, today's post ( and the next couple ones) is inspired by this prompt, and by the idea of my friend Torra. Fair warning: if you are not a Whovain this will be half as fun and a little confusing. With that out of the way; enjoy!

Madison fluffed her tawny hair up in the mirror. She wanted to make extra sure she looked good. It wasn't every day you were given a teaching award, after all. She put on a little more lipstick. Just as she was adding the final dab, she heard a strange whirring noise.

WHooSHwhOOshWHooSHwhOOsh

Madison stepped outside the restroom to see where it was coming from, hoping it wasn't the speakers, her speech needed proper deliverance. Seeing nothing, she went back in.

It was then she noticed a mirror she hadn't seen before. It was full length, with a tarnished silver frame. It looked very old, and rather hard to miss. As she stood in front of it, to adjust her skirt, she noticed a piece of the frame that didn't quite fit with the rest. Instead of the flowing, almost word-like pattern, there was a small rosebud at the top right corner.

Now, had she read any good kind of storybook, she would have known right away that a spectacular adventure was starting. Or at the very least that it was no ordinary mirror. But Madison had not read those kinds of books since she had left the cradle. She was a very no-nonsense person, which, of course, is what made her a good teacher. So she reached up as far as her small frame would allow, and pressed the rosebud.

And TIME! Sorry folks, that's all you get today. I'll try to write more tomorrow. Hope you like it so far! Ta-for now.

A new way to review+Divergent=Your feedback

This one won't be as easy for me. Today i'm rewriting a review as a math equation (yikes). While math is not my best subject, it looks fun in the prompt, so i'll give it a shot. Let me know if you totally hate it, okay? Or if it's not clear. But hey, if it's not clear you'll have to read the book to clarify won't you? (tee-hee) I'm gonna try this with this first book in the Divergent trilogy.

Abnegation+Erudite+Dauntless+Amity+Candor=factions
Person-faction=factionless
Person+more than one faction=Divergent=Serums don't work=BAD=death
Beatrice=main character

Beatrice+test= Abnegation Erudite and Dauntless=Divergent
Family= Abnegation (Selfless)
Choosing ceremony+Beatrice's brother Caleb=Erudite (Smart)
Beatrice=?
Choosing ceremony+Beatrice=Dauntless (Brave)
Christina-Candor (honest)=Dauntless
Beatrice+Christina=Friends
Beatrice+jumps off building= meets Four
Beatrice=Tris




Okay, how was it? Be honest people. To find out the end you'll have to actually read the book. That's right, I won't cheat for you, you lazybones.

The Legend of Sleepy Hollow; Horror Story Review #1

Recently I (re)read a book by Washington Irving. it has three adapted and condensed scary stories in it. I'll review them separately for the sake of organization, but they are all in one book. I got this book at Halloween last year from the dollar section of Target. I don't know if they will sell them this year, but it never hurts to look.

The book is set in Tarry Town, near Sleepy Hollow. Everyone in this town was very superstitious. Even those who came to live there became convinced of the supernatural after a time. This was especially true of Ichabod Crane.

Ichabod crane was the town's school master. He was tall, thin, and very poor. He would often go walk the younger boys home after school. He would stay with this family or that for the night, for he had no money for a house, and his small salary was never enough to feed his bottomless stomach. But eventually he would have to walk home to the school house every night. And to do that he had to walk through the Sleepy Hollow. A place where every sound was ominous.

He also taught the church choir, for the little extra money. And in this choir was Katrina Van Tassel. Katrina's family was very rich, and Katrina herself was very pretty. This led to her having many suitors, making Katrina an awful flirt. The biggest and most hopeful suitor was Brom Van Brunt, nicknamed Brom Bones for his strength. Brom was strong and liked practical jokes, he also loved Katrina.

Ichabod had a soft heart towards women, and liked Katrina very much. He liked her even more when he saw her father's land, and how much food and cash it could all be turned into. So he began to Court Katrina, much to Brom's annoyance.

Brom did all he could to make Ichabod back off, but Ichabod was persistent. One evening he was invited to a party at the Van Tassel house. He rode there on a old broken down horse he had borrowed from Hans Van Ripper. He had short stirrups so his long legs stuck up on either side of him. He made quite a sight.

When he got to the party he danced with Katrina all night, leaving Brom in the corner alone. When the dancing ended he exchanged stories with the older men of the village. Stories of war and glory, of honer and courage, and the best were of ghost, goblins and witchcraft.

The favorite story told was of the Headless Horseman. How he would wander the sleepy valley nearby the town in search of his head, which had been blown off during the Revolution. He followed the people who dared cross through the hollow alone.

Brom then told how he raced the Horseman for a bowl of punch, and how he would have won if it hadn't dissappered in a flash of fire just before the finish.

By and by the party broke up, and Ichabod left to brave the sleepy hollow woods. He became exceedingly jumpy as his ride went on. Then he saw the horseman, who began to chase him. The chase went on for some time, until Ichabod was hit by the Horseman throwing his head at him! It hit Ichabod's own head, sending him hurtling off his horse.

The next morning a smashed pumpkin was found near the churchyard bridge. Gunpowder, Ichabod's borrowed horse, was found at his owners gate. But the school master was nowhere to be found.

Years later a man claimed to have seen the schoolmaster, that he was living happily in another town. Many did not believe him. Why would Ichabod have left? Whenever Brom was asked he simply laughed and hugged his wife, Katrina. Some suspected he knew more than he said. Others said he was just a happy man.
What do you think?


this is a picture of ichabod from the Disney adaption. Just for visual reference.

iPhonus

Here's another prompt! Credit for it goes to this guy, so check him out. So now, for all you Potter-Heads out there, I'll begin.

Alexei was the definition of ordinary. If you looked it up in the dictionary his picture would be there. He had average brown hair and eyes, average grades, and an average family. In fact, the only thing not average about him was his phone.

From the outside it looked as normal as an i phone could be. If I am to be truly honest, it looked a little outdated. But were you to open it up, and get past the locked screen, you would see quite an un-average sight.

Instead of apps like messages, email, or Google it had spell-apps (or spelapps for short). They had funny names like Extendable Ear, OwlMail, and Accio. There was Howler App, which played disapproving messages of his family. Patronus, which matched a person to an animal. And Alexei's personal favorite, Remembrall, which told him if forgot anything.

Alexei had stumbled upon this phone quite by chance. He had been walking along one day, and there it was. on the sidewalk. Being a reasonably honorably 14 year old, he picked it up. He was just wondering if he should turn it into the police when the screen lit up.

The lock screen held the face of a boy. But not just any boy. A boy with average brown hair and average brown eyes. And a message glowing across his face.

Alexei, you have been chosen to wield this iPhonus. It is a gift, but I must caution you. There are people who would kill to get that which you have just been given. Do not tell anyone you have it, lest they bring you to harm. Also, avoid the love potion app. I find it creates many unnecessary difficulties. The passcode is 1997. Good luck.

What Happened to Them All?

Okay, here's another of my writing prompts. Here is the website i got it from. I hope you enjoy it. (sorry for misspelled words)

...Every year hundreds of children walked down a familiar street or ally and didn't come out the other side. After a while they were declared missing. the police and government searched and searched, but it was as if the children vanished into thin air. So, by and by, the police gave up. Date Stamp-2015. Author-Hathor Runse

Moira sat back in shock.Could it be possible that the same thing that was happening now happened ten years ago as well? She, unlike the general population, knew where the children where going. her master took them, or rather, had them taken for him. She did not know the exact purpose they served, but it was not her place to ask.

of course now that she had this new information, perhaps it was time for answers. She, and the rest of his followers, had been under the impression that their master was still young. That he needed the children to help him grow. but if children in the twenty-tens disappeared...

No, there must be some other explanation. Her master was not cruel. He always let the children go, the fact that they didn't return was their own fault.

She kept scrolling the records, looking for evidence that she was right, that there was a logical explanation that didn't involve Him. She saw another headline and stopped.
Population Steady, Despite Recent Kidnappings 
She began to read.
Though over nine hundred children have gone missing, the population has gone up rather than down. Many elderly men and women have "turned up" at nursing home doorsteps. Nurses say the have no background, no family, and that the patients very names are called into question.
"We will continue to care for the mystery patients." Nurse Donovlon states "They are still elderly and still need us." 
Researchers say that the number of mystery elders is exactly the same as children to go missing. we will continue...

Moira had to read it four times before she understood. Nine hundred children get taken to her master, he lets them go without anyone seeing them after he's done with them, then nine hundred "mystery elders" turn up. Her master seemed to be decades old, but still appeared young.
But it wasn't- couldn't be possible. Could it?

5 Minute Fridays - Friend

Today we are starting something new, I will write for 5 minutes. No editing or backtracking.
Here we go:
    Word: friend

GO:

 Come let us talk about things that drive others mad, let us write fanfics aplenty , kill others fictionally, and drive each other crazy. I know that parting is bitter, but there is joy in the new. you are new to me, I am new too you, but I feel as though I've known you my whole life. Do not feel bad if you knock me down, for you'll help me up eventually. Let's nap and dance on a trampoline together. Let's dress up and shoot our bows.

Though you are far from me, you are still in my heart. I miss you as I would miss a sister. You are dear to me, my friend. Though our touch grows farther I will never forget you. If there is on thing I can do it'd be remembering all we shared together. Remembering those who came and went as our friendship stood on.

Though we haven't talked in some time, I miss you.

STOP:

Whew! how was that? I hope you like it, I tried hard. Going to go cool off my smoking fingers now.

Mom's note:  This is part of Five Minute Fridays over at Lisa Jo Baker's website.  I'm hoping this will be a regular feature on Boo's blog.  Please let us know if you need any information about what we are doing here.

I'm the one with the pink head thing.

 These are my friends; (left to right) Torra, Atok, and Summer