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Hi fellow book lovers, writers, bloggers and other lovelies!
Welcome to MHN. This is the blog of me; a girl who loves to write. I love pouring out my thoughts, and this blog will be a compilation filled with my ramblings, writings, readings, homeschool life, and the other joys of being me.
I also have another blog, a book blog where I post book review, book tags, and other booky posts. Check it out!
I started this blog because I wanted a place to pour out my thoughts, and because the thought sounded good. I gave it quite a long break, and then I went back to blogging life. I enjoy it, but sometimes I think I spend too much time on it. I love emojis (which is totally why there aren’t any yet in this post XD ), so prepare to see a bunch of them!
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I wonder if James ( I changed the name to Paris) has died (I changed that to ‘fallen’) yet.”
10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1.
…did her heart just stop?
I can’t believe I am here. I swore I would never come back. But here I am. With my feet planted on the rocks covered with decaying leaves. Here I am at the bottom of the steps. Now I just need to bring myself to climb up.
I close my eyes, clenching my fists at my sides.
I need to do this. There has to be a way. Breathing in, I open my eyes and begin the long trek up the steps. I stop, feeling the gentle breeze waft through my hair. No one knows about this place. No one but my sister, and my parents.
I begin the countdown.
10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1.
…did my heart just stop?
I’m at the top, and there it is. The bench, the view, the mountains, and the branch where my sister hung before she plunged to her death.
I suck in the air.
Just as I left it eight years before, there is the rock lying under the bench, unmoved.
I drop to my knees and edge it to the side. A white piece of paper peeks out from underneath. I stop. What if this doesn’t work? Will I get my hopes up for nothing?
I have to do it.
I grunt, pushing the rock out of place. The paper is there, a little wet, a little dirty, but I grab it and open it. I can still make out the writing.
That was me, my stupid ten year old self who wrote this letter as a joke. My sister always used to love this place. She would lean over the edge of the mountain and feel the breeze pushing against her auburn hair and blue eyes. I would warn her not to fall. She would laugh and dismiss me.
Then one day, it happened. We were talking, and as usual, she leaned over the edge and a gust of wind slapped her back and she slipped, and fell. She hung onto that branch, far down enough for me not to be able to reach her, then she lost her grip and she fell. It was all my fault. I wrote that dumb letter. I didn’t mean it. It was only a joke. But it became true the day that she died. I’ve always blamed myself. I never did anything to stop her. All I did was tell her not to do it. But I never did anything. She was younger then me. It should have been me.
I fumble through my pocket and fish out a pen. Pressing it down onto the bench, my shaking hand manages to write some words onto the bottom of the page.
“Dear 8-year-old self,
Your sister is going to die if you don’t stop her. Do something. Tell her not to lean over the edge of the mountain. Grab her. Please. Do something. It will determine your whole future.
Your 18-year-old-self “
When Paris died, my Mother’s heart broke and a couple weeks later she passed. My Father’s heart was broken twice, and he has never been the same. It’s like he has forgotten who he is. Like he doesn’t care about anything anymore. He barely looks at me anymore. I want to change that. I want to have my old Dad back. If my old self finds this letter, she will know, and she will be able to do something about it.
I look at my watch. It’s a time watch. It enables me to go back to the past. But, if I do, I will never be able to go back to the future again. I won’t know anything about what I did in the future, so I won’t remember my sister dying. I won’t even know about my warning under the rock. It’ll all be by chance. If I don’t find the paper and Paris falls, I’ll have to live the sorrow over again. If I find the paper, everything will go back to normal. I fold up the paper and stick it under the bench, placing the rock on top of it.
I place my thumb and index finger on the face of my watch and twist clockwise. Then, I pull out the tab, twist my fingers anti-clockwise, twist the tab to the time frame of 8:00 and push the tab back in. I glance around, close my eyes and feel myself swaying.
My eyes flutter open. Ah. Another beautiful day. I glance out the already open window, blinking to take the blurriness away.
I push the covers of my chest and kick my feet up, sliding of the side of the bed and feeling the soft carpet beneath my feet.
I smile. My younger sister Paris is still sprawled across the bed, her hair spread around her small face like the mane of a lion. The sheets are half pushed of her, and her leg, covered in the cloth of mint green pajamas is hanging of the edge of the bed, while her arm is propped up against the wall.
I grin. It’s Saturday. A beautiful time of the week.
A head sticks in the doorway. “How are my lovely girls this morning?” It’s my Dad. His eyes twinkle. “Ready for another day?”
I nod and grin. He comes over and gives me a hug, despite my tousled hair, squinty eyes and bad morning breath. “How’s my little girl?” he picks me up, despite me already being ten years old, and swings me around. I giggle. “Good. And how are you, Daddy?”
“As bright as ever!” he said, kissing my cheek and placing me down.
I love my Daddy. He is the funnest, happiest guy I have ever seen. I hear the familiar aroma of bacon and egg drifting into my room, and I guess Mom is in the kitchen getting breakfast ready. “Get dressed now.” Dad says. He walks over to Paris, and shakes her shoulder gently. “Paris, honey,” he says, “Wake up!”
Paris stirs. Her eyes open, she smiles when she sees Dad, then she turns around and I can see her chest lifting heavily like it does when she’s fast asleep.
“Let her sleep for a little while longer.” Dad winks. He grabs my yesterday clothes of the floor and chucks them at me. I laugh, and he walks out the door. I hear his heavy slippers hitting the wooden stairs.
I slip into my clothes, and troop down the stairs.
Life is good. I have funny parents, a beautiful little sister, a great home, nothing bad could ever happen.
Breakfast is over, and Paris has already been sitting with us for ten minutes. She asks Mom if we can go for a walk in the forest.
She says yes.
I know what my sister means. She wants to go ‘the bench’. The place where we always go and talk about things that a eight year old and a ten year old talk about. I grin.
“Just be careful.” Dad says. “I don’t want you hurting yourselves.”
So a few minutes later Paris and I are walking through the forest, holding hands and talking about the future. Roses and other flowers adorn the forest.
We never talk about this. I don’t know why we are now. We usually talk about our gardens, or our collection of barbie dolls. But not today. I like this. Paris is saying how she wants to have ten children. I laugh.
“You don’t want that.”
“Yes I do.” Paris says. “I could even have twenty!”
“I couldn’t.” I say. I look at her. “What if I forgot about you?”
“I would never forget about you.” Paris says. She is two years younger then me, but she is sometimes like my older sister, and she is almost as tall as I am.
I smile. “I love you.” Paris squeezes my hand. We reach the stairs and we climb up.
We reach the top, and I immediately sit down, the view of the mountains seeping in.
I know what Paris will do. She will go right to the edge of the mountain and dream of flying. And I will look quickly over my shoulder and tell her to be careful.
She goes to the edge and leans forward a little. “This is soooo pretty, Kari!”
“Be careful, Paris! Someday you’ll fall!” I say. My foot kicks a rock underneath the bench. I remember the note that I wrote there. I roll my eyes. I move the rock out of place and pick up the paper. My eyes scan it, and they reach the bottom. Down there, is something I never wrote. It’s a warning. From me. Eight years from now. I look up and turn around. “Paris!” I yell.
My yell frightens her and she titters and screams. I leap up and grab her hand, pulling her up. “Don’t do that, Paris!!” I scold her. “I told you one day you will fall!” I say, pulling her into a hug. I can feel her body shaking against me.
She nods. “I won’t.”
I smile. Before our walk home, I take the paper from under the rock. The writings below have disappeared. I breath heavily. Closing my eyes, I rip it up and crumple the pieces in my hand. I sprinkle them over the cliff, careful not to get to close the edge.
“What was that, Kari?” Paris asks.
“Oh, nothing.” I say. “Don’t do that anymore, okay?”
My heart is still beating. I think an angel put those words there. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have tried to stop my sister.
Well, I hope you liked that! It was a little weird, but oh well. 😉 😀
As I said in my last post, I’m hoping/trying to get back on my schedule, but my sister just got married so I had been helping with all the preparations. Sorry the pictures are kind of bad. 😉 Anyway, here we go!
|Prompts I used/points|
“Have you ever dreamed of flying?”
I watched as everything faded before my eyes.
This could not be happening.
Photo/artwork points: 18
Total points: 22
I watch as everything fades before my eyes. As we drive down our rocky hill I watch as I see the blue fence of our porch and the green of our almond trees shift from view.
This can not be happening.
Have I ever dreamed of flying? Of course I have. Who hasn’t? Who hasn’t dreamed of soaring above the clouds; free; happy; away from the troubles of the rest of the world? No one. No one that I know of. Each person I have ever met wants to get away.
But now, I want to stay put on the ground. I want to walk on the same grass where I took my first step.
Climb up the same tree where I marked the highest branch as my own. I want to live the rest of my childhood here. I want to have the same fun and adventure I had for my first years. I don’t want to leave. I see the yellow on the wattle tree beside our swing set fade into a blur, and our plum tree loaded with fresh plums slowly disappears.
I feel like I’m a tiny person trapped in a place where I don’t belong. Longing to be where I do belong.
Where the only things that hear my singing is the trees. Where when I feel like crying; I can, without any ears to hear me. Where when I’m happy, I can laugh my feelings out to the azure sky.
The memories of our picnics under the creamy clouds, the sunsets in the evening, and the sunrise, both beautiful scenes we could see above the mountain peaks from our windows.
I remember our raft where we floated on our pond, fishing out yabbies in our nets, and wading across our driveway when the rocks below overflowed.
I hear the signal of our car flick to the right, and we turn, leaving the gate, the pond, the rocks, the trees, and my home.
But then I smile. At least I can still remember all the memories. At least, wherever I go, I can make new memories. New cherished moments. And whatever time brings, this place will always be in my heart.
2) Maybe it was just one minute. Or just one second. Or maybe one microsecond.
It whipped past my memory WAY too fast.
3) “Do you even know how to do this?!”
“I don’t know. I’ve never tried to kidnap and hold someone underwater before.”
“Jackson!” the voice screamed. “Jackson Herald, get back here!”
Jackson jerked his bike to the right as a mother with a pram filled with three kids took up half the street. “Watch it!” the Mom shot him an angry glance. Her hair bushed over her face and the blond locks tangled.
“Sorry!” he called back, shooting a glance over his shoulder. She looked tired. Better give her a break.
His legs pushed down on the pedals, his helmet lolling back and forth across his head as he rode. The boy held his head up, feeling the wind whip through his dark hair. When he rode his bike, he felt free. It was the only thing his father left for him before he took off. He had never met his mother.
The yell and the sound of shoes slapping the pavement behind him broke his thoughts. He remembered why he was riding in the first place. It was his history teacher at the Home For Boys. Poor fella couldn’t get anything out of the teenager. This wasn’t the first time Jackson had run from his lessons.
The shoes to the pavement stopped, and Jackson whipped around to see his history teacher standing there, his lips moving as if muttering a prayer and his fists clenched at his sides.
He shook his head and turned around, just as his bike slammed into a pole and toppled of the front of the bike, falling headfirst into the water. He was still conscious when he smacked the surface of the water and saw his bike; the only memory of his father, plunge in after him.
Jackson dove for his bike, his fingers stretching out to grab the handlebars of his bike. It slipped from his grasp. No. He thought. His tears mixed with the salty water. Air, was all he could think about for a few seconds. Shooting one last glance at his bike sinking to the bottom, he pushed his arms against the water as the surface came closer.
He wasn’t moving. Why am I not moving? The surface of the water wasn’t getting any closer. In fact, it was getting farther. NO!
He felt arms grasp tighter around his waist, and then water flooded into his nose and everything turned black.
Maybe it was just one minute. Or just one second. Or maybe one microsecond.
It whipped past his memory way too fast.
All he could remember was Mr. Haynes, his history teacher standing on the street as he rode away from him. Then he remembered falling. And that’s all.
His eyes fluttered open. “My bike.”
A face appeared in front of him. Coal black hair floated around the frame, and blue eyes stared at him.
Jackson tried to scramble back, but he only grunted as rough material ripped at his wrists and ankles. “What the-”
The girl that was staring at him before was now sitting on what looked like a giant shell. She held a sword like thing in her hand, the bottom covered with moss, serving as a handle.
“Am I in-” he paused. “Water?”
The girl nodded. “Yes.” And that’s when I noticed her scaly mermaid tail, shimmering and flicking around underneath her.
“You’re a- mermaid?”
She just looked at me.
“Why am I in- in vines? And…how am I not dead?”
“You’re a spy. You bring war. Why would you not be bound? And if you prefer to be dead, I can make that happen.” She approached him, the point of her sword aimed for his chest.
“No no no!” he tried to scramble back. Then he remembered. “You tried to pull me back under! And I’m the one bringing war? I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“But you’re not dead.” She said.
“But neither are you.”
“I might be dead if you had found me first.”
“But instead I’m going to be dead?”
The mermaid looked at me. “You’ve come to bring war. You’re a spy.” She floated closer to him, and he felt the ripple of the water against his skin and instinctively held his breath. “Is that true?”
“No!” Jackson’s eyes shot to his side where a sharp stone lay, fixed to the rock he sat on. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Keeping his eyes on the mermaid, he slowly inched closer to the stone.
She turned her back on him for a minute, and he edged closer, rubbing his bindings against the stone as best as he could in water. Snap! Hands free, he undid the vines on his feet. The mermaid suddenly turned around, and he pushed himself of the rock with his legs.
Bang! Jackson hit a wall. “What?” he turned around, his head smarting. Flinging himself at the mermaid, he pummeled her to the rock floor, taking her by surprise. “How do I get out of here?” he demanded, pressing his hands down hard on her wrists.
In a swift motion, the mermaid snapped her arm down, smashing her tail into his back. She pointed the tip of her sword at his neck. “Perhaps I was mistaken. Even if you had found me first, you would still be dead.”
“Do you even know how to do this?” Jackson tried to laugh. “Keep someone hostage?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never tried to kidnap and hold someone before.” The mermaid sneered. “Have you ever been in a situation like this? If you were, you would know never to go on top of your opponent like that. I will do anything to keep my people safe. You will tell me the plans of your master, or I will kill you.”
TA DA! Yes, I know, that was terrible. Shocking. Truly horrible. *sighs* Oh well. That was fun.
Sorry Team Lavender, that I don’t have any pictures or drawings to go with this. 😦
Good luck to all the other teams as well!
P.S Sorry for the delay to all the people who asked to swap buttons. I’ll get your buttons up soon!!
I’m so excited to be here. Today I will be reviewing Where Dandelions Grow by Lydia Howe.
Where Dandelions Grow
Author: Lydia Howe
Genre/s: Christian fiction
Content: 0/5. No content that I can think of. It mentions that two people are dating, but that’s it.
Age-range: All ages!
Overall rating: 4.5/5
Source: I received a copy of this book from the author in exchange for my honest review.
Cousins are forever, or at least they’re supposed to be.
What happens when your world falls apart and your dreams are mocked by those closest to you?
Destiny’s idyllic childhood full of laughter and cousins abruptly ended when her mom uprooted the family to move them across the country with strict instructions to never talk about Swallow Ridge again. Eleven years later Destiny moves back to her hometown, determined to find her cousins… and answers.
Happy September and Happy Father’s Day!! 🙂 Spring has Sprung!
So for once in my blogging life I decided to be more organized regarding my posting.
Wow. *you gasp and die* Because I’ve made a schedule before, but I’ve NEVER actually followed it.
I’ve seen a couple bloggers creating blogging notebooks to organize their blogging. I tried it, but, knowing me, I can’t be satisfied with whatever I’ve come up with. I think wasted about three notebooks trying to make it ‘perfect’. I only wanted to organize my posts after a while though, so I found my aesthetic looking calendar and did a little blogging organizing, and decided I’d share it with you, in case you’d like to try it.
If you only want to organize your posts, this might work for you. I used to do my post ideas in a document (I didn’t follow it though :P), but I couldn’t see it at a glance. But with a calendar you can see it up on the wall and know which post you will be posting on the day. 🙂
Also, sorry for the blurry photos! (although I edited them a little using Canva) I took them using my Mom’s phone.
|What you need|
Some post ideas
|What to do|
Step One: Grab some sticky notes and write a post idea on each one.
Step Two: Stick each of them on the day you wish to post it.
Step Three: (optional) If you want to, draw a love heart (or something) on the top middle of the sticky note, the top half on the calendar and the bottom half on the note. This is so that you know which day it actually is because a lot of calendar day boxes are pretty small. You will probably already know which day it is for (because EYES) but I thought it was pretty. I wouldn’t recommend doing it if you’re not sure about the day you’re going to post it, because you might be moving posts around a bit and the top half of the heart will still be on the calendar.
As you can see, at the bottom of the top page, I cut the sticky notes at the bottom so that when I fold the calendar, they won’t get all crinkled.
The reason I use sticky notes is just in case you want to move the posts around if something pops up, or you want to post something else before it.
This might not work for bloggers who post everyday, because then the posts will overlap each other. It will work though, if you put a sticky note below another sticky note like this:
Step Three: Make sure to write on the day boxes when you have something going on, so that you know when you can and can’t post.
Step Four: (optional) Make little designs on the sticky notes. I put dashes around the edges of the papers on some.
Step Five: You’re done!
However, if you don’t have a calendar, here is another way you can see your post ideas at a glance.
Sorry for the terrible quality! 😦
I only have six boxes for the posts, but you can put seven if you make the rectangle at the top smaller.
I use mine as a to-do list. and as you can see I don’t have anything to do
The problem with this one is you can’t keep the posts on the paper; you’re going to have to change them once the week is over. But with the calendar you can keep them as a reminder of what you’ve been posting.
And with this, it’ll work if you want to post everyday. 🙂
That’s it! I hope you enjoyed this post. 🙂
Let me know in the comments if you decide to try it! My schedule is three times a week on any day, but rarely everyday. What is your blogging schedule? Do you have a blogging notebook?
Thank you so much to Kellyn for tagging me for this awesome tag! (which she her awesome self created)
Go check out her blog! 🙂
Thank the person who tagged you. (#shamelessselfpromo)
Answer the questions.
Post new questions. (Or a blank copy of the old questions, if you’re too lazy to make your own (or you just love my questions))
Tag as many (or as few) people as you want. (Try to make sure they’re still doing school!)
Wear something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue. (I can’t confirm this, BUT I’LL KNOW IF YOU LIE, OKAY? MAGICALLY!)
Don’t die. (Death is terrible for the complexion, dearie)
Note from Kellyn:
I tried to include of mixture of questions for homeschooled and publicly-schooled peeps, so … this should be good for most everyone? If a question doesn’t apply to you, don’t answer it.
A note from me: KELL GUESS IF I’VE FOLLOWED RULE #5. XD 😛
1.When’s your first day of school?
Well it was sometime around early February, but I can’t remember that far back guys, so I’m gonna go into the future 2018. #scary
2. What do (and don’t) you look forward to about entering the realm of the dead? Uh, I mean the learned?
I’m looking forward to having a fresh start and being more organized with my studies. What I’m NOT looking forward too is… um… getting older. Coz’ that’s #scary, guys….. *shudders*
3. Homeschooled, public schooled, or private schooled?
4. What grade are you going into? (if you’re okay sharing)
5. How many more years of torture do you have to endure learn?
3 (WHAT ONLY?), plus uni, I dunno. 😛 Well technically I’ll be learning my whole life, if I can. 😉 (what I like learning)
6. What are your goals for this school year?
Spend more time schooling and have a better attitude towards math and grammar and other stuff I don’t wanna do.
7. What’s your favorite season to school in? Fall, winter, or spring?
Spring! Because then I can go outside and do it in a tree.
8. How is schooling going to effect your blogging?
Not in any way much. or maybe I could take pictures of me if I happen to dissect a frog.
9. What’s your favorite school subject?
Science and creative writing/english, sometimes logic.
10. Your least favorite?
Most of the time math. Grammar (that’s funny since I’m a writer who never writes because she’s lazy and because she has WRITER’S BLOCK ALL THE TIME).
11. What subject are you best at?
Grammar (except when I have to answer questions you know), creative writing, babysitting (not really a subject), logic (well I like it so I have to be good at it *nods while you shake your head*), music (I just do this for fun though), and math when it likes me (which is usually never).
12. What subject are you worst at?
Math. And grammar (notice how I’m also good at it?).
13. What extra-curricular activities are you planning this year (if any)?
Um… I don’t think so? UPDATE: Oh wait! I’m doing drama!! YESS! I’m gonna be in the Sound of Music! Who else loves that movie? *raises both hands*
14. How are you preparing for life/college this year (on a conscious level)?
I’m not really doing anything… if you count saving money then that’s what I’m doing.
15. Do you play any sports in school?
Nope! But I run… does that count? XD
16. Is there any way that schooling is going to help your blogging endeavors? Or how has it helped your blogging skillz in the past?
Well it might help. I’m planning to be more organized next school year. It probably won’t do anything for my blogging.
17. How much time a day is school going to take for you?
Considering I’m doing a different Science curriculum (I think I get to dissect a frog), it might take me a little longer than usual. Maybe 4 hours? Or more or less? No idea. remember I’m homeschooled
18. Are you looking forward to seeing friends more often during the school year?
19. Are you dreading or looking forward to the event (or did you, if it’s already happened)?
Nope! I’m looking forward for this year to be over so that I can get more organized with my schoolwork. how many times have I said that?
20. What are you most looking forward to about school?
My science! Ooh and drama as well! 😀
21. How are you planning to fit actual life in with your school schedule?
Well homeschooling is usually life soo… 😉
22. What are your overall thoughts on school?
I love it when it loves me. *sighs* I dunno! #deepquestion
Thank you again for tagging me, Kell, I had fun! 🙂
Thank the blogger who nominated you and provide a link to their blog.
Write a post to show your award.
Give a brief story of how your blog started.
Give two pieces of advice to new bloggers.
Select 15 other bloggers you want to give this award to.
Comment on each blog and let them know you have nominated them & provide the link to the post you created.
How My Homeschool Notebook began|
Well, my Mom found a website called Edublogs and told me about it. I started a blog there, still called My Homeschool Notebook, where I shared my thoughts and anything, really. After a while, I moved to WordPress because I wasn’t getting much traffic and Edublogs isn’t used that much.
Naturally, I switched back and forth between blog themes (because I’m terrible at making decisions). I think Nuclear is the theme I’ve stayed with the longest!
After about six months I took a huge unannounced break because I had NO IDEAS… And in April 2017 I made a new blog (with the same title).
So thus concludes the story!
Hey, wake up!
You: Huh? Wha-?
A piece of advice |
1. Be yourself. Everyone wants to see who you are. Be creative. Blogging is a place to express yourself and be who you are. 🙂
2. Don’t push yourself down. Keep trying! Blogging is hard. If you don’t get the amount of followers you wanted in the amount of time you wanted, things will get better; keep trying! Interact with other blogs (but you also need to be careful and discerning of what blogs you check out, and who you interact with).
Sorry to the bloggers I nominated for both things! If you just want to do one of them, feel free to do so. 😉 | Have you done these tags? | Would you like to do the Back to School Tag? If so, consider yourself tagged! | If you do the tags, put a link down below so that I can check them out! 😀