Oh me Oh my!

First of all I would like to apologise to my readers that I have not been posting for such a longgggggggg time. I have had many things going on in my life and I have not been able to make myself blog.
Time for my rant I think:

...

 Oh my goodness!
For months I have been beating myself up about my writing and drafting etc, but a post from Kristin Cashore author of my favorite book Graceling made me realise that its normal. Everything I have been going through as a writer AND a person is just what happens.
I have been near ready to give up on my novel, because my first draft was horrific and no one was allowed to read it. Ever!  I had as good as thrown it out so as I could start again fresh, but thank goodness I didn't for reading her post was like finally realising there was a God, or warm baths and curling up in front of a fire, it had told me that its just what you do. You hate your first draft and think you'll never be able to do it, but then you push it aside and march on, even start again wiht the same ideas if you must. I had also been worried about not finishing in a short amount of time, but the truth is, her last book Bitterblue took her four years of revising and editing start to finish. No one is waiting upon me to finish my noel except my characters and I. There is no need to rush and the story will come along as it needs to. This is going to be hard and I am going to be grumpy and worn out and sick of everything. In the end I am going to have a brilliant novel and it will have been worth the tears.
Here is her link if you wish to read Kristin's blog post:
http://kristincashore.blogspot.com.au/2012/12/pictures-of-book-being-made.html
Thank you, thank you Kristin! You have no idea what an inspiration you are to my writing and I!
-Merrie xox

Shadoowfell

Shadowfell by Juliet Marillier is AMAZING! It is her newest book and her newest series. About a young fifteen-year-old girl name Neryn and is set in ancient Scotland. It is a fairy-tale, with magical powers,love, companionship and is interlocked with tales of the old folk and life lessons. The plot-line (like always with Marillier's reads) is intricate and you can never quite guess what is going to happen. I recommend it highly to those who love magic, love and the ancient times. I rate it an 8 1/2 out of 10.


For more information on this and all her other books just click on this linkl.


-Merrie xox

A wise woman once said...

The author of my favorite book Graceling, Kristin Cashore came up with one of the best philosophical thinkiing about how to handle writing I believe I have heard yet on my short time on Earth.

Here is the link for those interested, its worth a look I believe>> http://kristincashore.blogspot.com.au/2012/06/good-is-enemy-of-great.html 

Cashore is quite a remarkable woman and I have every respect for her. Her novels are up there in my top list of favorites and they are the books I escape to whenever I need one. I love all of the characters and the writing style is old mixed with modern, so it gives the reader the illusion of reading in old style, but because it is also modern they know what it is going on about. Very clever. 

I would also like to add that her new novel Bitterblue is now out and I recommend it to everyone (of course read the first two novels the the series first). 

Drawings...

I drew these, can't say I'm any good, but I think they're sweet. 

 A couple in a boat.

 The three wise sisters

 Owl, or Wol as I like to call them.

 The seed...

 The tree that grew from the seed.

Actual size. 

-Merrie xox

Roshin-Sneak Peak!

This is a new story that I am writing and this is just a TINY sneak peak. Enjoy! 

Alright, so my name is Roshin Harrison and I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be anywhere, but in my garage listening to my music up loud, ruining my eardrums and playing the air guitar in my skinny’s and black band label T-shirts. Yes I wear dark eye-make up, yes I act like more of a guy than a girl, yes I spit, fart and run around town at night time, get over it. Yes I drink; yes I have tried drugs and smoking, not quite my scene, but still exciting. Get over it. Yes I am depressed; yes I go out with guys older than me. And yes I have had sex before and I am fifteen years old. Get over it. Doesn’t mean I am a slut or that I have done something wrong, just misjudged is all. Get over it. I am me and although you may think that I’m putting on an act, I’m not, this is just how I am and I’m sure I will eventually grow out of it, but if I don’t, then it’s my problem, not yours. Get. Over. It!  

-Merrie xox

Treasured Tales' For Young Adults
Treasured Tales For Young Adults

Check this blog out it is really good! Great if you love books as much as me!
-Merrie xox

Depression:
Dictionary definition: a depressed or sunken place or part; an area lower than the surrounding surface.
sadness; gloom; dejection.
My definition: You know of sadness in the world and are super sensitive to it. It washes over you and carries you with its own current. It is an energy that is relentless and refuses to let you break free. 
How to fix it:
Internet: take drugs.
Me: Talk to someone and have a laugh. 

My favorite poem of all times- The Lady of Shalott

In the stormy east-wind straining, 
The pale yellow woods were waning, 
The broad stream in his banks complaining. 
Heavily the low sky raining 
Over tower’d Camelot; 
Down she came and found a boat 
Beneath a willow left afloat, 
And around about the prow she wrote 
The Lady of Shalott.

And down the river’s dim expanse 
Like some bold seer in a trance, 
Seeing all his own mischance — 
With a glassy countenance 
Did she look to Camelot. 
And at the closing of the day 
She loosed the chain, and down she lay; 
The broad stream bore her far away, 
The Lady of Shalott.

Lying, robed in snowy white 
That loosely flew to left and right — 
The leaves upon her falling light — 
Thro’ the noises of the night, 
She floated down to Camelot: 
And as the boat-head wound along 
The willowy hills and fields among, 
They heard her singing her last song, 
The Lady of Shalott.

Heard a carol, mournful, holy, 
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly, 
Till her blood was frozen slowly, 
And her eyes were darkened wholly, 
Turn’d to tower’d Camelot. 
For ere she reach’d upon the tide 
The first house by the water-side, 
Singing in her song she died, 
The Lady of Shalott.

Under tower and balcony, 
By garden-wall and gallery, 
A gleaming shape she floated by, 
Dead-pale between the houses high, 
Silent into Camelot. 
Out upon the wharfs they came, 
Knight and Burgher, Lord and Dame, 
And around the prow they read her name, 
The Lady of Shalott.

Who is this? And what is here? 
And in the lighted palace near 
Died the sound of royal cheer; 
And they crossed themselves for fear, 
All the Knights at Camelot; 
But Lancelot mused a little space 
He said, “She has a lovely face; 
God in his mercy lend her grace, 
The Lady of Shalott.”

Forlorn

A window of anguish opens,

And memorizes my eye with tears.

Upon the wall, time seems to stand still.

And harmonises all agony with my breath.

Upon the dappled wall your picture

In the closet some relics of a love

Upon the night the dismal shadow

Of a remembrance

Beloved loneliness of fluttering its wings;

Along am I or am I not? 

Awaiting December.

Those moments,

Are yet awaiting, at portals of thought.

In the coolness of December,

Thousands of years ago.

The promise of your lip,

Had kissed the hand of my desire

And upon the other side,

With dreams and tears

Had set stars upon my being

And beckoned to the,

Protection of my soul

Even ow, in the chill on the breeze

One sees

The web of your words

The soft tickle of your laughter

And the finger of your thought

Still wipes away the red beads

Off my heart. And sighs

Upon the wide canvass of emotion

Paint the vision of your acquaintance

Bemoan your anguish!

Where are you?

Upon the scorching byways.

And alleys of life.

December yet awaits you.

-A poem by Dr. Abrar Umer

-Merrie xox

Fiji

DAY FOUR: Today was a more moving around type of day, we started a little while later with a leaving time of quarter to nine, which meant we could all sleep in and have a more leisurely breakfast. That was really pleasant. Thomas and Merrie were up really early and so after they had breakfast they had a quick swim before getting ready for the conference we were attending.

The conference was the PINA Summit which was really interesting and it was good to hear about everyone’s different opinions of the matter they were discussing.

                Once that was over the crew had a meeting of what we were going to do for the rest of the day, who was on what role, what that role involved and what we would need to do to achieve that specific role. Thankfully everyone now has a role and knows what they have to do.

                Once that productive meeting was over we all piled into the bus with the plastic seats and no seatbelts and went into Suva so that we could meet Leslie Copeland. On the bus Brianna was briefing the Ringwood girls about what they needed to do about their roles and the athlete profiles, Thomas and Natasha were going over questions for Lesley and Merrie was going camera happy with the big industrial camera, which is good because we needed somebody on the video diaries to capture footage of the city Suva.

                We got the Fiji Olympic house and filed into the top room that looked as though it was set up for a meeting. Natasha was fretting over questions and going through them in her mind, Thomas and Katy were messing around with their improvised camera setup made up of tables, boxes and oddly shaped tripods and everybody else was being friendly and sociable.

                The interview went extremely well, the questions were well thought out and spoken clearly, Lesley’s answers were well spoken also and he spoke well with a good accent. ... came up and was very friendly and asked questions, shook hands and welcomed us with open arms, Lesley stayed to ask questions and answer questions that were burning in our minds.

                We all piled into the van and drove not even a kilometre down to road to where Leslie went to school, here we met his favourite teacher and interviewed her about some memories she had of her past student. The interview soon turned into a crying session, when … told her story about how Leslie used to have to walk home after training and do his homework at school in the morning, it was such a beautiful story and quite a few of us were crying by the end of it. The way she told it was so full of passion, the room was thick with emotion and it was almost as if she had taken us, cameras and all back in time and we were seeing it ourselves. This woman was such a fantastic story teller and we must amend her for what she gave Leslie and the story she gave us.

                Once again we all piled into the van and went to take footage of Leslie at his athletics track ... where we all found a bit of humour. The javelin run up where he trained was all scuffed and broken from where his many years of running on it had worn it down. It was hilarious to see little bits of loose rubber lying on the grass from where it was flung off by his shoes.

After we dropped Leslie off at work and explained to his boss why he was late we went back to his school to hear their cheering. When the teachers said cheering we were thinking cheer leading, when we really saw what they meant by cheering we were blown away. They were all in time and the explosion of sound as we entered the doors was enough for anybody’s spirit to lift, all the boys were happy and cheering, nobody was sitting out and their welcoming to our crew was fantabulous!

                Our day wound down to a close as we finally ate a very late lunch and began our drive back to The Pearl resort, where we were staying, Merrie fell asleep on Natasha and Katy and Ed were having a bit of a meeting up the front. After a few hours of relaxing, talking to families and quiet working we all went to have dinner at The Uprising a neighbouring resort (We had quite a lough about the name) afterwards we worked on what we were doing the next day and then fell into an exhausted sleep.
-Merrie xox

Fiji

DAY THREE: So far our TRA trip to Fiji has been very successful with lots of different experiences on the way. One of our main focuses this week is attending the five-day pacific media summit at the Lagoon Resort hosted by PINA (Pacific Islands News Association), which is about building healthy and responsible pacific media culture. This includes a variety of different organisations that support the workshops such as ONOC (Oceania National Olympic Committee). Today at the conference, TRA had a two-hour presentation that we presented to the delegates about who we are, what we do, what we can offer to the youth of the Pacific and about the athlete profiles we are creating ahead of the London 2012 Olympics. We spent all of Monday night and afternoon preparing for the presentation. Each of us had our own individual role of what we had to present at the summit.

We were very busy that day leading up to Tuesday where we arrived at the summit early enough to have a rehearsal before presenting. As we went through the presentation I think everyone enjoyed it. Besides giving an oral presentation, we showcased our content of videos from past projects like Sports Without Borders and artists in residence. It was great to discuss with everyone about what they think of The Reporters’ Academy. Later that night we returned to the resort for the Pacific Media Summit’s opening ceremony dinner, which was great. The food and the entertainment were amazing. The Prime Minster of Fiji, Frank Bainimarama also attended this event, which was fantastic. TRA was able to get a photo with him. By the end of the night, we had had an amazing day and we are looking forward to the opportunities that are to come.
-Merrie xox

Fiji

MY TRIP TO FIJI

DAY TWO: Woke up, got dressed, ate breakfast, left for work at 8:15AM. Worked until dinner, ate dinner, changed into bathers, swam in ocean (FELL IN LOVE WITH OCEAN), then in pool, went back up to room, had shower, hopped into jimmy-jams and slept.

                Scenery was beautiful, will hopefully have photographs to show!

-Merrie xox

Fiji

MY TRIP TO FIJI

DAY ONE: Today we had to wake up at 5:00AM which was great! I can wake up really early and not feel the effects at all, but wake up between 6:00-8:30 and I am tired for the rest of the day, although I wouldn’t want to be waking up at 5:00 every morning.

                Dad drove me to the airport and we were the first to arrive at around 6:45AM, I had everything with me although I forgot to bring my camera from mum’s to dad’s with me, which I am so annoyed about! And then I discovered that I and left my glasses in my bag at home, which made me really upset!

                The lift off for the plane was smooth and my ears didn’t pop much at all which is a positive, though I think they will when going back down. I have a window seat and can see the clouds which at first started as huge cumulonimbus clouds, but now they are just the whispy white ones (ave forgotten the technical term for them) and below the clouds I can see the sea. Its sparkeling with the sun and the clouds cast shadows, you can see the waves making ripples and it liiks like gladwrap has been crickled over a blue coloured surface. In the distance you can see clouds that areshaped like mountains and it is as though we are alone in the world, I can’t decide whether I like the feeling or not, its strange. I can also see the wing of the plane which reassures me of where we are going, what direction we are traveling and also how fast we are going.

                There is white in the sea, and at first I thought it was seagulls, but then when I concentrated it looked more like paint flecks done with a toothbrush on watercolour. I haven’t a clue what it really is, then again I don’t want to know either. I happen to be emusing myself with guessing.

                My crew members are all happy and talkative, Thomas had a headache and everyone has been swapping seats except Tash and I who are sitting nect to each other.

                As we get further towards the equator I cannot help thinking about how very hot it is going to be in Fiji and how very much I want to go for a swim as soon as we get to the hotel. Tee-hee

                At any rate I believe this trip is going to be something to remember for a lifetime and am looing forwards to telling you all about it when I get back home. I love you all and miss you already! Although I have officially gotten our family traveling bug!

                Once we landed we were all squashed into an old van for about two hours. The driver drove fast, was the most horrible tailgater and the ride was bumpy. In other words it was so much fun! We went through all of our notes and our schedule for the next five days and what we would be doing and what everything means and basically stuffing our heads with as much information as we could fit in it. We stopped twice along the road; the first was to get food and drinks, we got tomato flavoured chips (which were spicy and really yummy) and I had an orange and mango fizzy drink. When we removed ourselves from the shop we were taking photos and the sweetest little kitten came up to me and decided I was its new owner. I started patting it and then picked it up and Edwina took a photo of us, when I tried to put the kitten back down it wouldn’t leave, when I went into the van again it tried to climb into it and come to me, but it was too small and couldn’t jump up. I wanted to keep the poor little girl, instead I named her teapot and we were on our way.

                The second stop we made was a toilet stop at a bits and bobs for tourists to buy shop where I fell in love with a dress. When we got back into the van Natasha and I found two cockroaches, it was so gross!

                When we got to the hotel it was dark, so we checked into our rooms, changed (thank goodness!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and then went down to dinner. The hotel was so beautiful, I couldn’t believe my eyes! The pool had multi coloured lights and when you went up a few stairs and walked perhaps three steps you were on the beach, with what looked like floating balls of light in the distance. It was so so so very beautiful!

                After dinner we went and changed into our bathers and went for a swim in the pool. I was really scared that there would be Cain toads swimming in there as they were hopping all around the poolside, but it turned out to be fine. No fantastic!

                After the pool we went up to our rooms, had a shower (YAY!!!!!) and hopped into bed. So all in all our first day was pretty damn aazing and I feel as I am the luckiest girl ever!

                And that’s because I am.

                -Merrie xox

Wave Hunter

Name:  Wave Hunter

Author:  Beth Webb

Series:  Star Dancer quartet, book three

Review:

This thrilling third instalment into the Star Dancer quartet by author Beth Webb is filled with hummer even in the most dangerous of times “We must obey. The chickens have spoken!”  Is just one of the many funny lines included in this book, Wave Hunter is bursting with magic and unknown facts about ancient Britain and Rome, the book is filled with adventure, secrets, mysteries, love and loss. The story is about a young druid-girl with raven hair, but not an ordinary student in the arts who, stick rigidly to spells and potions; this girl is the Star Dancer, whose destiny is to rid Britain of the evil that the Romans bring with them to the sacred shores. The book will have you captivated to the very last word and leave you starving for more, you will be enchanted by every one of the characters and leave you needing to know what happens next. For more information on the book, visit www.bethwebb.co.uk  and see for yourself, what the amazing world of Star dancer can do for you, as it is not s series to miss out on!

Figi

Hey so in two weeks I am off to Fiji for work and may not be able to blog for a bit. Sorry. So I'll make it up to you in the two weeks I have until I go.
-Merrie xox

A feeling of weightlessness

You know I love it when it rains, or when the wind is blowing so hard that it whistles. It makes me feel like I am flying!
I become so calm and happy that I can't help it!
Anyways here are some photographs that I took of the storm that's raging at my place...
I hope you enjoy looking at them. I really do!

My feet got stuck and I acccidently took a photograph, I'm glad it turned out so well! 

I thought the raindrops look beautiful in this shot. I'm really happy at how it turned out!

This is a miniture waterfall that I took a photograph of.

-Merrie xox

Pan-Universal Be Who You Are Day

Alright peoples sorry I haven't posted in such a long time, but I've been busy, what with school coming back and my stupid amount of homework.
Anyways I just wanted to share something that Kristin Cashore (http://kristincashore.blogspot.com.au/) the author of my favorite book Graceling wrote. I thought it was really clever and it made me smile. ^_^


So, three years ago, I decided to declare February 14 Interplanetary Be Who You Are Day. If you don't have the energy to click on that link, don't worry, I'll explain. But first, I would like to announce that in the spirit of inclusiveness, I am changing the name to Pan-Universal Be Who You Are Day. Now, not only extraterrestrial and extragalactic people but also alternate versions of ourselves can join our celebration! (Listen. You go ahead and start a holiday and see how hard it is to draw lines.)

So, there are a lot of things I don't like about Valentine's Day. For example, the working conditions of the people who grow our flowers. The muddy, murky issue of conflict diamonds. The child labor crisis in the chocolate industry. (I'm not actually trying to be depressing here! Just honest. The reality is depressing. I'm also not suggesting I'm any more innocent than anyone else. I love cut flowers, I love chocolate, and I have a diamond on my person at this very moment, and no, I am not always sure where it all comes/came from.)

Closer to home, I also don't like this about Valentine's Day: it tries to divide people up into two neat categories. (1) People who are madly in love and happy. (2) People who are single, sad, lonely, pathetic, and deserving of our pity.

Seriously? It's so reductive! There are a gazillion kinds of people; there are a gazillion kinds of relationships and ways to live; there isn't one good, happy way to be and one bad, sad way to be. Stop being so unimaginative, world!

Anyway. Hence: I've decided to rename February 14 Pan-Universal Be Who You Are Day. Here is an (incomplete!) list of people it is completely fine to be on this day (and every other day!):

1. A person who is thinking about beginning a relationship but isn't sure.
2. A person who is thinking about ending a relationship but isn't sure.
3. A person who has decided to have a boyfriend and a shop on Etsy instead of a wife and a law degree, even though it will anger his mother. 
4. A person who has decided to have a cat and an emu instead of kids, even though it will baffle her father (and also the emu might bite him. Though the argument could be made that so might the kids).
5. A person who is holding the hand of his lover who is about to have sex reassignment surgery.
6. Children eating lollypops.
7. A person who wants what she doesn't want and doesn't want what she wants and often can't figure out what she wants and often can't have what she wants and sometimes has what she doesn't want and frankly feels RATHER UNSETTLED MUCH OF THE TIME.
8. A person who's in love with the Ryan Gosling Hey Girl Library tumblr.
9. A person who's in love with the Rachel Maddow Hey Girl tumblr.
10. A person with a broken heart who is sobbing.
11. A person who feels that just because a relationship ended, that doesn't mean it failed.
12. A person who would love to think about Valentine's Day and his one true love, if only he hadn't just gotten out of surgery and can't move.
13. A person who loves Valentine's Day, wears pink, has heart socks, loves being in love, and has a big romantic day planned.
14. A person who is helping her toddlers make their first valentines.
15. A single parent who is trying to find the right partner. Also, a single parent who isn't trying to find a partner, because they don't want one. 
16. A person who's in love with more than one person.
17. A person who thinks he'll never find anyone who understands him.
18. A person who is recovering from a painful event and is nowhere near being ready to think about sharing herself with someone else.
19. A single person who loves being single.
20. A person in a traditional relationship.
21. A Cylon who fell in love and consequently messed up someone else's life by accident, because she didn't know she was a Cylon. Listen, these things happen.
22. A doctor and war veteran whose deepest love is a brilliant socially-maladaptive consulting detective who shoots holes in the wall when he's bored.
23. The third daughter in an early-20th-century aristocratic Yorkshire family who thinks she might be in love with the Irish revolutionary chauffeur, but it's confusing, because it would be an enormous blow to her family, and also, he can kinda be a jerk sometimes.
24. An author who might be watching too much TV?
25. An extraterrestrial named Blorkybeans (loose translation) who is enjoying her post-heartbreak intergalactic port city cruise more than she expected to, because it turns out she's good at making friends, even though her ex tried to convince her she wasn't. Anyway, he looked like a glorpyplotch. (That's like an extraterrestrial version of an octopus.)
26. Me.
27. You.

Did I miss anyone?

Behind My Mask Of Happiness

There's a whirlwind inside my head, 
a stone inside my heart, 
yet the only thing I can do, is play my stupid part. 
There's a drummer boy drumming, keeping me awake, 
so all I do is think, 
when I'm meant to be asleep. 
The rhythm never stopping, 
just getting louder, 
keeping me awake hour after hour. 
I trudge along in silence, 
thinking it will stop, 
not knowing what I do to myself, will never really help. 
I think I can do anything, 
I think that I'm enough, 
yet I only get disappointed when it turns out that I'm not. 
People say I'm crazy happy, 
not knowing I put on a face, 
that I can really act and make myself look great. 
No one ever considers, 
that I'm not at all, 
how I'm on the outside, 
their thinking there's no mental wall. 
So how do I stop, this rhythm inside my head? 
If the drummer boy is never to cease, 
his banging inside my head. 
No answer will escape my lips, 
as much as I want them to. 
So I will just have to numb, 
what will never disappear, 
for that fast paced drumming inside my head, 
is just a part of my worst fear. 

M.I.S.T.A.K.E

Haha I made the mistake of telling my twin step sisters about the novel I'm writing. This is what happened:
Zara: I dibs reading it first!
Alia: No way I payed more attention when she was reading and asked questions!
Zara: I payed atenion I just kept quiet! Like a respectful listener.
Me: Girls you can both read it at the same time, because neither of you are reading it until its published.
Alia and Zara: WHAT?!? NO!!!!!!!
me: Mwahahaha
Zara: Then hurry up and finish it!
Alia: She hasn't even started sis!

Beauty shots...

This is some of the beautiful Australian outdoors.

 The suspension bridge leading to my campsite...

 The beautiful river with the sun reflecting off of it...

The late afternoon sun hitting our valley...

A lovely time in the forest...
I believe this photo captures me and my beliefs. Although this is not me.
Thank you Sharon de beer for your amazing photography!
A link for all his/her photographs: http://smartordart.blogspot.com/2009/05/sharon-de-beer-photographer-durban.html

A grand camping adventure!

My family and I went on a great camping trip with friends all around!

We had a community tent for food and lounging and we climbed up the side of a mountain and went swimming in the beautiful river.

This weekend My brother, Grandpa and I will be climbing up Mt Bogong!

Lost in another world

Hello again.
Sorry for not writing yesterday, but I was busy reading a wonderful book, also being stuck inside my own head.
You see when I read, I go into a trance and I do not surface, (nor do I want to) unless somebody yanks me right out of my comfort zone. For example if I am in my dreamy haze if you make go out into the world and talk to people it will get me out of it, but I will be in a bad mood for quite a while, or I will want to just go and live as a hermit will and practice my skills.
If you are finding my words strange, that is because I am in one of these trance things right now, it is strange. Very strange indeed.
Anyways I shall keep you no longer from your real lives.
-Merrie xox

Its poem time!

Alrighty guys this is where I share with you one of my poems!
This one is called:

Crumbled

So hope you enjoy!

Set your eyes upon the deadly flower,

Until the light becomes the darkening hour,

Let your will crumble and die,

Let the pain finally lie,

Be the hero of all of your dreams,

Yet never let out the terrified screams,

Be a bird flying high in the sky,

Let the mortified mother tremble and cry,

Hold in your arms the token of your beloved,

That left you nothing, but two broken jugs,

Filled to the brim, with the darkest of bloods,

That stained permanently the old woollen rugs.

-Merrie xox

My Monster and I

I wrote this story for the little dude.

ENJOY!

My monster and I

In the deep dark alley there was me

In the deep dark alley there was a monster, a small little thing, who was very unimpressive and dull.

She had big round drooping eyes, yellow, brown and broken teeth, muddy plum coloured hair and a big wet nose that dripped something translucent, that smelled faintly of vanilla. Her ears were a spectacle, with violet tufts of hair protruding from them and always sitting crooked on top of her otherwise bald head.

Her name was Primrose.

Primrose was my friend and we often played in the deep dark alley, although only on hot summer days, as there was a constant cool draft that came through.

One day we were playing a ball game with each other and I threw my ball to Primrose, who just missed the catch letting the ball roll past her and onto the crowded footpath beyond, where in turn it was picked up by a small child.

“Why Primrose” I wailed “That was my favourite ball!” I glared at her.

“I am so very sorry!” replied Primrose “I shall go retrieve it for you” She started toward the street, but I called after her.

“Primrose you cannot go out there, all the people will see you!”  I pushed past her saying “I will go to fetch it” and with that I stormed off.

Later that night when I returned back home Primrose was sitting on my bed “Did you find it?” she asked immediately as I walked in and shut the door.

“No, I did not find my ball. My favourite ball.” I was close to tears and on seeing this Primrose quickly said.

“I really am sorry, I’ll make it up to you, I promise!” All I did was shook my head and point towards my window, indicating I wanted her to leave. And just before she did climb out my window she whispered “meet me in the deep dark alley tomorrow, please?” I just nodded and left my room for dinner.

The next morning:

I entered the alley and there was Primrose holding a ball, not my ball, a better one. “This is for you to say sorry for losing your old one” she said looking incredibly serious.

‘Thank you” was all I said in reply before I went over and hugged my friend.

In the deep dark alley there was me

In the deep dark alley there was a monster, her name was Primrose and she was my friend. I had been upset when she lost my favourite ball, but that was alright now, because she had made it up to me by buying me a new one, that looked even better and was much more fun to play with.

Primrose may be unimpressive and dull, but she is my best friend and I love her, not matter what.

-Merrie xox

Watching life from inside a glass case.

Its interesting sitting here typing away at my latest story seeing my family go about their daily activities. It is indeed like I am on the other side of a sound proof glass wall, almost as if I can see and hear them, but they cannot see nor hear me. Almost as if I am on my own planet, then again, when in my head I AM in my own different world.
Everything is loud and yet the sounds are muffled to my ears, everything if busy and yet I am outside the dimension, everything is crowded, although I am the only one in the room. 'Tis a strange sensation that I get often  and wondered if you do as well...?
-Merrie xox

We never grow up do we?

Hiya guys!
Hope everyone is well and enjoying life as it comes and goes.
So I was sitting in the lounge room watching little kids shows with the little dude and decided I have not grown up, not at all, because I still enjoy watching all of the kids shows, some of the suspense is excruciating!
Then again do any of us ever really grow up? I don't think we do, the routine of being a little kid is so easy and familiar to us that even if we pretend to be all high up in business and smart and grown up in the big cities, just a little part of our brain still finds enjoyment in watching kids shows, or reading picture books, or playing with toy cars and dolls. We never really accept that we have left childhood behind, not fully at any rate.
Then again this could just be me going on again couldn't it? Ha!
Anyways happy reading, writing and other such enjoyment!
-Merrie xox