Constantly choosing the lesser of two evils is still choosing evil--Jerry Garcia
~Otter Days
Machetes!
What is the difference between a machete and fondant?
nothing, they both kill you!
Signed,
Otter Days
nothing, they both kill you!
Signed,
Otter Days
AWARDED!!!!!!!
Hey, ya'll!!
I saw that I just got awarded--twice!!!! Both by Madeline. Thank you so much, Madeline!!!!! =D However, the first one is just for this blog. The other one is for my blog Rubberboot Girl.
OK, so here they are and here are the rules and all that.
Thank you so much!!! OK, here we go......
I saw that I just got awarded--twice!!!! Both by Madeline. Thank you so much, Madeline!!!!! =D However, the first one is just for this blog. The other one is for my blog Rubberboot Girl.
OK, so here they are and here are the rules and all that.
#1. Thank the person who nominated you and give the link.
Thank you, Maddie!
#2 Tell us how the idea of having a blog popped up and why you continue it.
It happened because I wanted a way to share my stories, and I continue it because I love hearing how people like my stories, it's just plain fun, and I love interacting with people!!!
#3 The most active person your blog?
That would definitely have to be Piano Bookworm!!! (oh yeah, please go check out her blog Piano's Stories. It's way awesome!!!)
#4 The least active person on your blog?
......... uh.........
#5 Explain what having this blog means to you.
What does it mean to me? It means a lot..... like it's a way for me to interact with my friends when sometimes I don't see them, to make new friends, and to see what people think of what I think.
#6 Now nominate 5 bloggers for this award.
Ooh, goody!!! OK......
Willow of In The Eyes of American Girlz
Otter Days of Otter Days
Piano Bookworm of Piano's Stories
Jenny of Artsy Peacock
Jess of *My Collection of Stories*
Thanks!! Bye!!!!!
~Storyteller
Book review--Stormbreaker
Book review--Alex Rider: Stormbreaker
Author: Anthony Horowitz
Series: Alex Rider Series
Rating: 4, though for older kids
Category: spy
Maybe you've heard of him..... a kid spy working with M16 in England. This is the first book of young fourteen year old Alex's spy adventures. This one is basically like the movie Alex Rider: Operation Stormbreaker, if you've seen it. Don't want to give anything away! (ask parents!!! And this book is for older readers.)
Bye!!
~Storyteller
Author: Anthony Horowitz
Series: Alex Rider Series
Rating: 4, though for older kids
Category: spy
Maybe you've heard of him..... a kid spy working with M16 in England. This is the first book of young fourteen year old Alex's spy adventures. This one is basically like the movie Alex Rider: Operation Stormbreaker, if you've seen it. Don't want to give anything away! (ask parents!!! And this book is for older readers.)
Bye!!
~Storyteller
Story Reminder
Hey, ya'll!!!
Just wanted to remind you of the Family, Friends, and God Story Contest on this blog!!! It ends the first of August, so you'd better get cracking!!! I hope you guys enjoy it!!!!
~Storyteller
Just wanted to remind you of the Family, Friends, and God Story Contest on this blog!!! It ends the first of August, so you'd better get cracking!!! I hope you guys enjoy it!!!!
~Storyteller
New Look?
Hey, ya'll!!! (wow, I really love that word!!!) hahahahaha =D
So, how do you like the new look of Storyteller of Weston County? Okay, I've prepared myself--maybe you hate it. But I've been trying out some new things!!! Please tell me how you like it!!! If it's really THAT horrible, I can try and change it back...... ;)
Bye!!!!! Later gator!!!!!!
~Storyteller
So, how do you like the new look of Storyteller of Weston County? Okay, I've prepared myself--maybe you hate it. But I've been trying out some new things!!! Please tell me how you like it!!! If it's really THAT horrible, I can try and change it back...... ;)
Bye!!!!! Later gator!!!!!!
~Storyteller
Narnia
OK, so I'm doing a "stinker" post. ;) Please comment if you've watched any of the movies of the Chronicles of Narnia!!! And tell who your favorite character is. :)
Later gator!
~Storyteller =D
Later gator!
~Storyteller =D
Beneath the Sky
Beneath the sky stretches the willow's branches;
Sad, drooping; no sign of hope.
You are the willow, looking for answers,
Looking for some way to cope.
Beneath the sky stretches the pine's branches,
Turning orange, a sign of the dead.
You are the pine, looking for a way out,
You can still live, it's said.
Beneath the sky stretches the oak's branches,
Proud and mighty, yet so sad.
You are the oak, feeling so lonely,
Are you really so bad?
Beneath the sky stretches the lonely arms,
Of those who want God's love.
But they're looking the wrong way,
Turn your eyes to the above.
Beneath the sky with eyes upturned,
You finally look the right way in,
You smile to yourself and speak
The words that take Him within.
~Storyteller
Sad, drooping; no sign of hope.
You are the willow, looking for answers,
Looking for some way to cope.
Beneath the sky stretches the pine's branches,
Turning orange, a sign of the dead.
You are the pine, looking for a way out,
You can still live, it's said.
Beneath the sky stretches the oak's branches,
Proud and mighty, yet so sad.
You are the oak, feeling so lonely,
Are you really so bad?
Beneath the sky stretches the lonely arms,
Of those who want God's love.
But they're looking the wrong way,
Turn your eyes to the above.
Beneath the sky with eyes upturned,
You finally look the right way in,
You smile to yourself and speak
The words that take Him within.
~Storyteller
More of my randomness
Hello!!!!!
Just to say, The Story Club (here) is doing really great!!! Are you an author? Would you like to have your story on that blog? Just to say, I'm the admin. If you would like to post on the blog, please have the story be like G rated. I am a Christian and would like to keep my blogs clean for all ages to read. Please go and visit!!!!
Random dream: I wish I could do karate. Have you noticed? ;)
OK, so, last night we thought that we might've had fungus on our corn. (uck! and I love corn!!). Then we found out that, no, it wasn't bad corn. It was actually RED corn!!! hahahaha yeah, I know! Really weird! But it tasted really good.
Random question: do you guys know which of my blogs I put on the thing about what horse is the oldest horse? I don't remember, but here's the answer: Old Billy, a 62-year-old draft/barge horse from England, living from 1760-1822.
Bye!!!!
~Storyteller
Just to say, The Story Club (here) is doing really great!!! Are you an author? Would you like to have your story on that blog? Just to say, I'm the admin. If you would like to post on the blog, please have the story be like G rated. I am a Christian and would like to keep my blogs clean for all ages to read. Please go and visit!!!!
Random dream: I wish I could do karate. Have you noticed? ;)
OK, so, last night we thought that we might've had fungus on our corn. (uck! and I love corn!!). Then we found out that, no, it wasn't bad corn. It was actually RED corn!!! hahahaha yeah, I know! Really weird! But it tasted really good.
Random question: do you guys know which of my blogs I put on the thing about what horse is the oldest horse? I don't remember, but here's the answer: Old Billy, a 62-year-old draft/barge horse from England, living from 1760-1822.
Bye!!!!
~Storyteller
The Story Club
Hello!!!
I'm proud to announce my new blog--The Story Club!!!! If you're a writer and you'd like to have your stories posted on this blog, please let me know at The Story Club blog!! Thanks to everybody who's already on my blogs!! I hope ya'll check it out!!!
Bye!!!
~Storyteller
I'm proud to announce my new blog--The Story Club!!!! If you're a writer and you'd like to have your stories posted on this blog, please let me know at The Story Club blog!! Thanks to everybody who's already on my blogs!! I hope ya'll check it out!!!
Bye!!!
~Storyteller
HILLS ALIVE!!!!!
The Inside of the brochure showing TobyMac (he's at the top) and MercyMe (the words are all backwards, sorry about that!!)
These are officially proof that I was at Hills Alive!!! It was AWESOME, just to say!!!!!!! MercyMe was my definite favorite of all the bands, and they played last night!!!!!!!!!!!! It was AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thanks for all the fun times Agent Iceskate, Agent Bookworm, and Agent Idon'trememberyourname, aka Peter, Susan, and Susan!!! Hahahahaha, gotta love Narnia! Thanks, great friends!!! =D
Some other music artist that I enjoyed other than MercyMe were Jamie Grace, Sidewalk Prophets, and Big Daddy Weave!!!!! Awesomest time!!!!! Thanks to everybody who made it so great!! To proof further that I was really there, I'd take a picture of my sibling's T-shirt, but I don't really know where it is and I don't want to have to hunt for it. :)
Wanna hear more? Please comment!!
Bye!!!
~Storyteller
Hills Alive 2012
Bye!!!!
~Storyteller
Courageous
I would highly recommend the movie Courageous, made by the same people who made Fly Wheel, Facing the Giants, and Fireproof (Sherwood Pictures). It's a story about how fathers need to stand up and be courageous for their families. It's rated PG-13, but only because of thematic elements and religious views. I hope you guys go and check it out!
Bye!!!!!
~Storyteller
Family, Friends, and God Story Contest
Attention Writers!
If you like writing, this is your chance! Enter the Family, Friends, and God Story Contest Write a short story with the theme of family, friends, and life with God. Make up details such as where the person lives, what kind of house they live in, what type of family situation they have, and everyone in their family. The winner of the contest will have their story posted on this blog, and second and third will be mentioned, all of their prizes (pictures) displayed. If you have a blog and you get a prize, please display it on your blog saying who gave it to you. Spread the word! This contest ends the 1st of August.
Good Luck!
Signed,
Storyteller
Family, Friends, and God Story Contest
Attention Writers!
If you like writing, this is your chance! Enter the Family, Friends, and God Story Contest Write a short story with the theme of family, friends, and life with God. Make up details such as where the person lives, what kind of house they live in, what type of family situation they have, and everyone in their family. The winner of the contest will have their story posted on this blog, and second and third will be mentioned, all of their prizes (pictures) displayed. If you have a blog and you get a prize, please display it on your blog saying who gave it to you. Spread the word! This contest ends the 1st of August.
Good Luck!
Signed,
Storyteller
Letters To Jo--here!
Quick little thing--I've added another page!! If you read the excerpt of the Letters To Jo, then you've been looking forward to this!!!! The whole story is on the page. I hope you go and enjoy it!!! Please tell me what you think of it!!!!
Bye!!!!
~Storyteller
Bye!!!!
~Storyteller
Random as Ever!!
Hey, ya'll!!
Just a question--you guys like pirate stories? Hope ya are, because I'm coming up with one!!!! I'll post it when I'm done writing it. I'm still figuring some other things, too.... :D
OK, so here's a book review. (haha) ;)
Name: Million Dollar Throw
Author: Mike Lupica
Rating: 3/4
Category: football
Nate Brodie is the biggest Tom Brady fan probably, like, ever. When he gets the chance to throw a football and win a million dollars at a Patriots game, he takes the chance. But there's big pressure on him, and not only that, his friend's got a problem that's bigger....
(ask parents as always!!)
OK, so here's a poem. ;)
Just a question--you guys like pirate stories? Hope ya are, because I'm coming up with one!!!! I'll post it when I'm done writing it. I'm still figuring some other things, too.... :D
OK, so here's a book review. (haha) ;)
Name: Million Dollar Throw
Author: Mike Lupica
Rating: 3/4
Category: football
Nate Brodie is the biggest Tom Brady fan probably, like, ever. When he gets the chance to throw a football and win a million dollars at a Patriots game, he takes the chance. But there's big pressure on him, and not only that, his friend's got a problem that's bigger....
(ask parents as always!!)
OK, so here's a poem. ;)
Waves crashing against the shore,
My head full of pirate lore,
Ships that come to plunder the town,
Listening carefully for the bell's sound.
Fires flickering throughout the land,
As here comes the pirate band,
Having ravaged the island fair,
I watch, the wind blowing my hair.
I fly towards the coast, fly away,
The pirates had come that fateful day,
They came to sweet the coasts around,
I listen for the warning bell's sweet sound.
The bell's stopped--it's pirates, definitely,
I look for the light that I still don't see,
"Oh where's the boat coming for me?"
It's gone--off into the blue sea.
I run for my life from the band,
I don't want this to be my last stand.
I've got to escape--to get away,
I just can't stick here and stay.
And then on the horizon,
I see more than the sun,
I see a ship flying towards me,
Across the blue crashing sea.
It stops in the cove by me,
The anchor weighing into the sea,
I fly up the gangplank breathing hard,
Collapsing by a barrel of lard.
The Savior's ship has rescued me,
Rushing across the big blue sea,
Saving from Satan's band,
That had once ravaged the land.
That's all for now!!!
Bye!!!
~Storyteller
Random 101
Random fact: I love dill pickles.
Random dream: I was riding a bike... kind of weird.
Random thought: I love the name Jessica, but I like it as either Jessie or Jess.
Random new-thing: I'm putting up comment moderation. It only means I check out the comments before they're published, so please still keep the comments coming!!
Random reminder: Please enter in my story contests!! There are ones on both Dragonmaster and Rubberboot Girl. Please enter!!! =D
Random thing: my cat has green eyes.
Other stuff: Did you guys like the preview about the letter to that girl Jo from the girl named Willow? Please tell me what you think!!
Random other thing: Do you guys know of more blog awards??
Random thought: Would you guys want to see more pictures, or do you like book reviews? ;)
Bye!!!
~Storyteller
P.S. Sorry if this post was boring.
P.P.S. Sorry for being so random. =D hahaha
Random dream: I was riding a bike... kind of weird.
Random thought: I love the name Jessica, but I like it as either Jessie or Jess.
Random new-thing: I'm putting up comment moderation. It only means I check out the comments before they're published, so please still keep the comments coming!!
Random reminder: Please enter in my story contests!! There are ones on both Dragonmaster and Rubberboot Girl. Please enter!!! =D
Random thing: my cat has green eyes.
Other stuff: Did you guys like the preview about the letter to that girl Jo from the girl named Willow? Please tell me what you think!!
Random other thing: Do you guys know of more blog awards??
Random thought: Would you guys want to see more pictures, or do you like book reviews? ;)
Bye!!!
~Storyteller
P.S. Sorry if this post was boring.
P.P.S. Sorry for being so random. =D hahaha
Beautiful Blog Award =D
Haha, more award ideas!! Since I don't have that many "blogger friends", I admit that I randomly go to peoples' blogs, and if I see awards, I like to give them!! They're lots of fun. :) I got this idea from the author of Princess in MudBoots, Laura. I'll answer the questions, even though I didn't receive this award. If you randomly come on this blog and see that you've got an award, please copy and paste this to yours and answer the questions!! I'm also changing around some of the questions, so they're not quite the same...
#1. Thank the person who nominated you and give the link.
Haha, well, I haven't received this, but anyway... ;)
#2 Tell us how the idea of having a blog popped up and why you continue it.
I got a blog because I wanted to put my stories on it!!
#3 The most active person your blog?
That'd have to be Piano Bookworm! ;)
#4 The least active person on your blog?
Uh... that depends...
#5 Explain what having this blog means to you.
I love to have others read my stories and poems, and to post things that are happening. It's also a good way to connect with people who you don't live by.
#6 Now nominate 5 bloggers for this award.
Willow@In The Words of Willow
Ryder@Twilyte Ryder
Madeline@Totally Me!
Otter Days@Otter Days
Bethany Faith@A Life Worth Living For Jesus
(for once I actually have five people I know!!! Yay!!!!!)
Bye for now!!
~Storyteller
P.S. If you guys know of any other blog awards and you'd like to receive one (smile), please tell me!!! And you guys really do have, like, beautiful blogs!!
Letters To Jo
Dear Jo,
How are you doing? I’m fine. Why’d you have to leave?
I don’t understand. And I think it stinks that your parents got divorced. It
just isn’t right. Know what I mean?
Today was…interesting. I couldn’t stop
thinking that you’d left and that I’d probably never see you again. Sometimes I
wish I was a Christian like you, but I can never get myself to go to church or
even glance at the Bible you gave me.
Yeah, it’s just sitting on my
top shelf in my room, collecting dust. I kind of feel bad, especially since you
signed the inside. But I can’t bear to look at it. It’s really weird.
I’ve been keeping up your blog
for you, since you can’t go on now. I can’t believe your parents…never mind.
But I’ve mostly just been typing up “pictures of Jesus” because I don’t know
anything about the Bible and sometimes you’ve posted pictures before. Sadly,
the view counts been down lately. Sometimes I think I’m a failure.
I can still remember your
face, Jo. I can see you, smiling at me. Mostly my brain remembers when we were
at the park. Remember that, when I managed to sneak out of my house and join
you? Yeah, I do, too. It’s my favorite memory of you.
We were sitting on the park
bench, and you just smiling at me. I can even remember exactly what we said.
Can you?
“Always keep writing, Willow,” you
told me. “Don’t ever forget that I told you that.”
“I won’t,” I’d replied. You haven’t forgotten, either, right?
“I won’t,” I’d replied. You haven’t forgotten, either, right?
Just to say, remember those
emails you always used to send me? That was great. You’d always pick a
different accent and everything for your emails. That always made me laugh,
though I never said so and my accents aren’t half as convincing.
So I tell you what. From now on, I’ll
change all of my accents. I hope you haven’t forgotten me, Jo. I’m sorry about
your Bible. Hope you’re having a good time.
Love,
Willow
Above is a sample of one of my new stories that I'll hopefully be publishing soon on my blog Rubberboot Girl. Hope you're looking forward to it!!
Bye!
~Storyteller
Today's Scripture...
Today's scripture...
Then he told them many things in parables, saying: "A farmer went out to sow his seed. As he was scattering the seed, some fell along the pat, and the birds came along and ate it up. Some fell on the rocky places, where idid not have much soil. It sprang up quickly, because the soil was shallow. But when the sun came up, the plants were scorched, and they withered because they had no root. Other seed fell among thorn, which grew up and choked the plants. Still other seed fell on good soil, where it produced a crop--a hundred, sixty or thirty times what was sown. He who has ears, let him hear." Matthew 13:3-9 (NIV)
Then he told them many things in parables, saying: "A farmer went out to sow his seed. As he was scattering the seed, some fell along the pat, and the birds came along and ate it up. Some fell on the rocky places, where idid not have much soil. It sprang up quickly, because the soil was shallow. But when the sun came up, the plants were scorched, and they withered because they had no root. Other seed fell among thorn, which grew up and choked the plants. Still other seed fell on good soil, where it produced a crop--a hundred, sixty or thirty times what was sown. He who has ears, let him hear." Matthew 13:3-9 (NIV)
PIANO!!!!!! WAIT!!!!!!!!!!!!
Piano Bookworm--if you are still on, Storyteller would like it if you would please go back to Rubberboot Girl for a second and looked at the page Olivia 2. Thanks!!!!
So what is it?
Pawing, snorting, breath like fog,
Called by Indians, the "Big Dog".
They run wild, free as the sky,
Their spirits seem to go and fly.
Riderless, they flee the sound,
Of the wild coyote hound,
They fly away from the ropes,
Just to say, they ain't dopes.
To have to be under man's care,
Would be to be caught in a snare,
They'd run, free as the sky,
Flying--higher than high.
~Storyteller
So, what is it?
Called by Indians, the "Big Dog".
They run wild, free as the sky,
Their spirits seem to go and fly.
Riderless, they flee the sound,
Of the wild coyote hound,
They fly away from the ropes,
Just to say, they ain't dopes.
To have to be under man's care,
Would be to be caught in a snare,
They'd run, free as the sky,
Flying--higher than high.
~Storyteller
So, what is it?
The list of very random facts that should be "things"
Random fact: the cat in the hose incident happened again (confused? Please go to Rubberboot Girl)
Random fact: I came up with another story--it's about where this kid goes to camp...
Random fact: I don't know about you, but I'm starting to get tired of book reviews...
Random fact: you know, technically these aren't facts--these are random "things", but anyway...
Random fact: I detest the name Max-Ernest (don't you?)
Random fact: I would die if one of my siblings named their kid Elmo or Ursula (not literally)
Random fact: I absolutely CANNOT get into a story if the beginning is very, very slow (and if the rest of the story is slow, too)
Random fact: I have to have a book where you get into the action in the first or so chapters (as in the first chapter: "Ahh!!! Hermie's dead!!" *dramatic music playing in your head* Who on earth killed Hermie??)
Random fact: that's enough random facts!!
Bye!!!
~Storyteller
Random fact: I came up with another story--it's about where this kid goes to camp...
Random fact: I don't know about you, but I'm starting to get tired of book reviews...
Random fact: you know, technically these aren't facts--these are random "things", but anyway...
Random fact: I detest the name Max-Ernest (don't you?)
Random fact: I would die if one of my siblings named their kid Elmo or Ursula (not literally)
Random fact: I absolutely CANNOT get into a story if the beginning is very, very slow (and if the rest of the story is slow, too)
Random fact: I have to have a book where you get into the action in the first or so chapters (as in the first chapter: "Ahh!!! Hermie's dead!!" *dramatic music playing in your head* Who on earth killed Hermie??)
Random fact: that's enough random facts!!
Bye!!!
~Storyteller
Princess Rosalie--Twilyte Ryder
Hey, ya'll!!!!
Just wanted to let you know that if you've been reading any of Ryder's stories, then you'd probably know about Princess Rosalie. Ryder just added some more!! Please go to Twilyte Ryder and go check it out!!!
Later!!!
~Storyteller
Just wanted to let you know that if you've been reading any of Ryder's stories, then you'd probably know about Princess Rosalie. Ryder just added some more!! Please go to Twilyte Ryder and go check it out!!!
Later!!!
~Storyteller
The Rainbow
Bible verse of the day: "I have set my rainbow in the clouds, and it will be the sign of the covenant I am making between me and the earth. Whenever I bring clouds over the earth and the rainbow appears in the clouds, I will remember my covenant between me and you and all living creatures of every kind. Never again will the waters come a flood to destroy all life." Genesis 9:13-15 (NIV)
Just remember that next time you see a rainbow. ;)
Bye for now!!!
~Storyteller
Help for new bloggers!
Hey!!!
So, I've been working really hard on my Olivia McCarthy story because, frankly, it's got me totally pumped!!!! I've always thought that being an actor was a cool idea. Who doesn't think it's a cool idea?? And I wouldn't really want to be an actor for the fame--I'd want it because it's fun to act and there's all of those cool people, and of course the costumes and the sets. But, overall, I probably wouldn't really want to be an actor. Would you?
Just want to give a few tips to new bloggers or maybe even people who've been blogging for awhile. First tip? I know there's a lot of places where you can get free blog templates. But BE CAREFUL. Some of them are most likely shams. I looked up one and it WAS. So just please be careful not to get like a virus on your computer or have somebody hack into your account.
Second? I know that when I first started, I knew nothing about customizations. But it's really easy and fun!! Just go to "template" when you're on your blog designer, and click the word "customize". You can pick colors, fonts, change your layout, change background pictures, and even change the overall size of your blog or the sizes of your sidebars!
Third? As always, there's comments. That's been one of my hardest sometimes, because it's like, of course usually all of your friends don't have gmail accounts. So, as I've said before, just go to settings, then posts and comments, and click "anonymous users".
Fourth? I'm pretty sure you've all also heard about following (you know--add the blog address you want to follow into your reading list URL spot, which is on your blogger dashboard). Well, here's something else to all those out there--you can't put up a "google friend connect" thingy, that makes it easier for a lot of people, unless you already have on follower.
Fifth? If you got to your layout, there's lots of cool gadgets you can add to spice up your blog! And, though you might be afraid you might ruin something, if you click the "blog posts" spot in the middle, you can change lots of fun stuff!!!
I hope that was helpful for all of you new bloggers out there!! Keep up the good work!!!
~Storyteller
So, I've been working really hard on my Olivia McCarthy story because, frankly, it's got me totally pumped!!!! I've always thought that being an actor was a cool idea. Who doesn't think it's a cool idea?? And I wouldn't really want to be an actor for the fame--I'd want it because it's fun to act and there's all of those cool people, and of course the costumes and the sets. But, overall, I probably wouldn't really want to be an actor. Would you?
Just want to give a few tips to new bloggers or maybe even people who've been blogging for awhile. First tip? I know there's a lot of places where you can get free blog templates. But BE CAREFUL. Some of them are most likely shams. I looked up one and it WAS. So just please be careful not to get like a virus on your computer or have somebody hack into your account.
Second? I know that when I first started, I knew nothing about customizations. But it's really easy and fun!! Just go to "template" when you're on your blog designer, and click the word "customize". You can pick colors, fonts, change your layout, change background pictures, and even change the overall size of your blog or the sizes of your sidebars!
Third? As always, there's comments. That's been one of my hardest sometimes, because it's like, of course usually all of your friends don't have gmail accounts. So, as I've said before, just go to settings, then posts and comments, and click "anonymous users".
Fourth? I'm pretty sure you've all also heard about following (you know--add the blog address you want to follow into your reading list URL spot, which is on your blogger dashboard). Well, here's something else to all those out there--you can't put up a "google friend connect" thingy, that makes it easier for a lot of people, unless you already have on follower.
Fifth? If you got to your layout, there's lots of cool gadgets you can add to spice up your blog! And, though you might be afraid you might ruin something, if you click the "blog posts" spot in the middle, you can change lots of fun stuff!!!
I hope that was helpful for all of you new bloggers out there!! Keep up the good work!!!
~Storyteller
Olivia
Hey!!
I don't know about you, but don't you think it would be interesting to see the life of an actor through the eyes of a teenager? Talk about cool!! The idea kind of got me started on a new story about Olivia McCarthy! If you would like to read the beginning of her story, please to go my blog Rubberboot Girl. I'd love it if you'd read it and tell me what you thought of it!!!!
Bye!!!!
~Storyteller
I don't know about you, but don't you think it would be interesting to see the life of an actor through the eyes of a teenager? Talk about cool!! The idea kind of got me started on a new story about Olivia McCarthy! If you would like to read the beginning of her story, please to go my blog Rubberboot Girl. I'd love it if you'd read it and tell me what you thought of it!!!!
Bye!!!!
~Storyteller
You are Lord of Lords...
(girl's part)
You are Lord of Lords, You are King of Kings,
You are mighty God, Lord of everything,
You're Emmanuel, you're the great I Am,
You're the Prince of Peace, who is the Lamb,
You're my saving God, you're my saving Grace,
You will reign forever, You are Ancient of Days,
You are Alpha, Omega, Beginning and End,
You're my Savior, Messiah, Redeemer and Friend.
(everyone together)
You're my Prince of Peace, and I will live my life for You.
So, I just love this song, and I don't know if any of you guys know about it, but I just wanted to share it with you! If you know this song, you probably know that it's You Are Holy, though I didn't add the beginning or the boys' part. If you have sang this song before, please comment!!
~Storyteller
You are Lord of Lords, You are King of Kings,
You are mighty God, Lord of everything,
You're Emmanuel, you're the great I Am,
You're the Prince of Peace, who is the Lamb,
You're my saving God, you're my saving Grace,
You will reign forever, You are Ancient of Days,
You are Alpha, Omega, Beginning and End,
You're my Savior, Messiah, Redeemer and Friend.
(everyone together)
You're my Prince of Peace, and I will live my life for You.
So, I just love this song, and I don't know if any of you guys know about it, but I just wanted to share it with you! If you know this song, you probably know that it's You Are Holy, though I didn't add the beginning or the boys' part. If you have sang this song before, please comment!!
~Storyteller
Otter Days!!!!!!!
Hey, ya'll!
Just about to leave for church. Anyway, just wanted to say that I'll get to see (at least for a little bit) my good friend Otter Days today!!! Otter Days's the co-author of the Sam and Alex story on this blog. You can visit Otter Days on Otter Days's blog, Otter Days!! Hope to see ya soon, Otter Days!! ;)
Bye!
~Storyteller
Just about to leave for church. Anyway, just wanted to say that I'll get to see (at least for a little bit) my good friend Otter Days today!!! Otter Days's the co-author of the Sam and Alex story on this blog. You can visit Otter Days on Otter Days's blog, Otter Days!! Hope to see ya soon, Otter Days!! ;)
Bye!
~Storyteller
Book review--Sleuth or Dare Series
Haha, I believe that book reviews are still winning! Yeah, wow... It's kind of weird. Anyway, here it goes!
Book review--The Sleuth or Dare Series
Names: (of the first two books, which are the ones I've read) Partners in Crime and Sleepover Stakeout
Author: Kim Harrington
Published by: (I kind of forgot to add this onto other ones, but anyway...) Scholastic
Category: middle school, mystery, nerds ;)
So this series is a mystery series, following two 12-year-old seven graders named Norah and Darcy (and following from Norah's point of view). When a school project--starting their own business--seemed pretty easy, they never expected to get actual results. Their business? A detective agency. Yep, don't want to spoil the whole thing!! (as always, ask your parents!!)
Bye!
~Storyteller
Book review--The Sleuth or Dare Series
Names: (of the first two books, which are the ones I've read) Partners in Crime and Sleepover Stakeout
Author: Kim Harrington
Published by: (I kind of forgot to add this onto other ones, but anyway...) Scholastic
Category: middle school, mystery, nerds ;)
So this series is a mystery series, following two 12-year-old seven graders named Norah and Darcy (and following from Norah's point of view). When a school project--starting their own business--seemed pretty easy, they never expected to get actual results. Their business? A detective agency. Yep, don't want to spoil the whole thing!! (as always, ask your parents!!)
Bye!
~Storyteller
No sweat for comments!!
Hey, ya'll!
Having a little trouble maybe with comments? No sweat! Please go to my blog, Rubberboot Girl, where I have some tips!
Bye!
~Storyteller
Having a little trouble maybe with comments? No sweat! Please go to my blog, Rubberboot Girl, where I have some tips!
Bye!
~Storyteller
On The Breeze Away
You don't know if you'll live, to see another day,
Your wishes came and went, flew on the breeze away,
Your dreams have come and gone, out the window far,
How could you have thought you could wish on a star?
On the breeze away--blowing towards the sea,
You wonder--very faintly--does God see me?
On the breeze away--falling in the stars above,
Looking, yearning, for Jesus' rescue dove.
Your life seems weary, full of suffering and pain,
And you wonder quietly--am I even really sane?
The pain is unbearable, the aloneness complete,
When will it come, the two ends coming to meet?
On the breeze away--flying towards the trees,
Whistling loudly, whistling through the leaves,
On the breeze away--down inside of you,
Listening intently, for God's dove's coo.
Emotions well up inside of you, bubbling to the top,
The visions keep on coming, but you beg them to stop.
You don't need to be reminded, every single day,
Of the time your wishes, went on the breeze away.
On the breeze away--your wishes disappear,
All of your dreams, that you held so dear.
On the breeze away--they have become complete,
Blowing where the crossroads come together and meet.
The magic carpet underneath you, being pulled away,
You wish you could back, and change the things of today,
But what if nothing happened? If it was for naught?
If you cannot remember what your dear Savior taught?
On the breeze away--your wishes fade away,
Going back to the time when you wished for today,
On the breeze away--like a dull white sheet,
Blowing where the crossroads come together and meet.
~Storyteller
Your wishes came and went, flew on the breeze away,
Your dreams have come and gone, out the window far,
How could you have thought you could wish on a star?
On the breeze away--blowing towards the sea,
You wonder--very faintly--does God see me?
On the breeze away--falling in the stars above,
Looking, yearning, for Jesus' rescue dove.
Your life seems weary, full of suffering and pain,
And you wonder quietly--am I even really sane?
The pain is unbearable, the aloneness complete,
When will it come, the two ends coming to meet?
On the breeze away--flying towards the trees,
Whistling loudly, whistling through the leaves,
On the breeze away--down inside of you,
Listening intently, for God's dove's coo.
Emotions well up inside of you, bubbling to the top,
The visions keep on coming, but you beg them to stop.
You don't need to be reminded, every single day,
Of the time your wishes, went on the breeze away.
On the breeze away--your wishes disappear,
All of your dreams, that you held so dear.
On the breeze away--they have become complete,
Blowing where the crossroads come together and meet.
The magic carpet underneath you, being pulled away,
You wish you could back, and change the things of today,
But what if nothing happened? If it was for naught?
If you cannot remember what your dear Savior taught?
On the breeze away--your wishes fade away,
Going back to the time when you wished for today,
On the breeze away--like a dull white sheet,
Blowing where the crossroads come together and meet.
~Storyteller
4th of July
I woke with a start. Sunlight streamed in through the window. I could hear the sound of cooking and talking going on downstairs. Wonderful smells wafted in through my open bedroom door. The door creaked as a head poked itself in. My younger twin brothers, Georgie and Danny, grinned at me mischievously.
"What're you guys doing?" I laughed, getting out of bed and swinging my pajama-d legs out of the grabbing covers. "Argh!!!!" They squealed and I chased them into the hallway and all the way down to their rooms. I laughed so hard I nearly snorted.
Then I ran back into my room. I closed the door and locked it, glancing at my calendar while I was at it. I knew today was the day circled--the 4th of July, the best day of the year! I smiled to myself and threw on a T-shirt and a pair of raggedy shorts before running out of the room and down the stairs.
"Morning, Mom!" I grinned, running into the kitchen.
"Megan," Mom started, hands quickly shaking pieces of chicken in a bag full of flour and spices, "can you please...?" she beckoned with her head towards the pile of dishes that was starting to stack up.
I only grinned and got my hands soapy. After the dishes were done, I helped Mom take the corn out of the oven and set it next to the huge tub of mashed potatoes. Georgie and Danny were eyeing the huge watermelon sitting on the counter by the huge knife, licking their lips. I glared playfully at them and shooed them out of the kitchen.
"Mercy me, Megan!" Mom burst as we got the last of the food ready. "Your hair! You haven't even brushed it!"
"Mommm..." I groaned.
She glared and plopped me down. My brothers watched all-too-eagerly as Mom pulled at the unruly frizzies and curls of my brown hair and then pulled it into a managable ponytail.
"Mom," I pleaded, "we're going to be late! You know that everybody's probably already at the house! And where's Dad?"
"He went up early," Mom explained. "Grandpa needed some help setting up tables."
After my hair ordeal was done, my older sister, Darcy, had finally woken up. My teenager sister helped Mom and I get the food into the minivan and made sure that the boys didn't even try touching the cans of pop waiting in piles of ice in the cooler. We all piled into the van and then sped up the road towards our grandparents house.
The huge multitude of cars signaled that the whole family had arrived, including the people who'd been invited from the church and the family who'd gathered from as far away as California (if we lived there, we'd definitely not try and make the trip to Indiana).
"Hurry!" squealed Danny. "Hank's already there!"
Hank was my year older cousin, and my twin brothers' favorite cousin. Mostly because he was so tall they could climb all over him like a jungle-gym. We all hopped out, the boys taking the lead and Mom, Darcy, and I with the food and cooler, towards the big victorian house. Smells of delicious food and laughter wafted out from inside the house. There were already lots of people outside, too, some dawdling around the huge tables spread out far and wide on the big green lawn, some on the porch, sitting in chairs and the porch-swings, and even some of the spryer folk up in the big trees that dotted Grandpa's property like huge pieces of broccoli.
We got the food inside as the boys plagued Hank for piggy-back rides. Dad was talking animatedly with his brother, Uncle Matt. They were laughing so hard and Aunt Marie, Matt's wife, was so red, I had to say that they were talking about the time Marie and Matt first met.
"Megan! Darcy! Laney!" Grandma smiled warmly at us as we entered the crowded kitchen.
She took the food and cooler from our hands and told us to enjoy ourselves. Darcy and I fled to the cousins, sometimes this being the first time we'd seen them since the last 4th of July. Finally, Grandpa called us all out onto the big lawn were all the tables were. A huge table was piled high with delicious looking and smelling food.
"Time to sing the Appleseed Song!" he announced.
We all joined our hands in a huge ring that would've stretched all the way around the huge house at least twice. Then, with voices raised, we started our annual song.
"What're you guys doing?" I laughed, getting out of bed and swinging my pajama-d legs out of the grabbing covers. "Argh!!!!" They squealed and I chased them into the hallway and all the way down to their rooms. I laughed so hard I nearly snorted.
Then I ran back into my room. I closed the door and locked it, glancing at my calendar while I was at it. I knew today was the day circled--the 4th of July, the best day of the year! I smiled to myself and threw on a T-shirt and a pair of raggedy shorts before running out of the room and down the stairs.
"Morning, Mom!" I grinned, running into the kitchen.
"Megan," Mom started, hands quickly shaking pieces of chicken in a bag full of flour and spices, "can you please...?" she beckoned with her head towards the pile of dishes that was starting to stack up.
I only grinned and got my hands soapy. After the dishes were done, I helped Mom take the corn out of the oven and set it next to the huge tub of mashed potatoes. Georgie and Danny were eyeing the huge watermelon sitting on the counter by the huge knife, licking their lips. I glared playfully at them and shooed them out of the kitchen.
"Mercy me, Megan!" Mom burst as we got the last of the food ready. "Your hair! You haven't even brushed it!"
"Mommm..." I groaned.
She glared and plopped me down. My brothers watched all-too-eagerly as Mom pulled at the unruly frizzies and curls of my brown hair and then pulled it into a managable ponytail.
"Mom," I pleaded, "we're going to be late! You know that everybody's probably already at the house! And where's Dad?"
"He went up early," Mom explained. "Grandpa needed some help setting up tables."
After my hair ordeal was done, my older sister, Darcy, had finally woken up. My teenager sister helped Mom and I get the food into the minivan and made sure that the boys didn't even try touching the cans of pop waiting in piles of ice in the cooler. We all piled into the van and then sped up the road towards our grandparents house.
The huge multitude of cars signaled that the whole family had arrived, including the people who'd been invited from the church and the family who'd gathered from as far away as California (if we lived there, we'd definitely not try and make the trip to Indiana).
"Hurry!" squealed Danny. "Hank's already there!"
Hank was my year older cousin, and my twin brothers' favorite cousin. Mostly because he was so tall they could climb all over him like a jungle-gym. We all hopped out, the boys taking the lead and Mom, Darcy, and I with the food and cooler, towards the big victorian house. Smells of delicious food and laughter wafted out from inside the house. There were already lots of people outside, too, some dawdling around the huge tables spread out far and wide on the big green lawn, some on the porch, sitting in chairs and the porch-swings, and even some of the spryer folk up in the big trees that dotted Grandpa's property like huge pieces of broccoli.
We got the food inside as the boys plagued Hank for piggy-back rides. Dad was talking animatedly with his brother, Uncle Matt. They were laughing so hard and Aunt Marie, Matt's wife, was so red, I had to say that they were talking about the time Marie and Matt first met.
"Megan! Darcy! Laney!" Grandma smiled warmly at us as we entered the crowded kitchen.
She took the food and cooler from our hands and told us to enjoy ourselves. Darcy and I fled to the cousins, sometimes this being the first time we'd seen them since the last 4th of July. Finally, Grandpa called us all out onto the big lawn were all the tables were. A huge table was piled high with delicious looking and smelling food.
"Time to sing the Appleseed Song!" he announced.
We all joined our hands in a huge ring that would've stretched all the way around the huge house at least twice. Then, with voices raised, we started our annual song.
"Oh...!
The Lord is good to me,
And so I thank the Lord,
For giving me, the things I need,
The sun and the rain and the appleseed,
The Lord is good to me.
Amen. Amen. Amen, amen, amen.
Ahhhhhh-men."
We all laughed and smiled, and then Grandpa prayed. We all pounced on the food like hungry tigers. After we'd finished there were lots of games, and then we were all off to the Bluff where we'd watch the town's fireworks. They were amazing, as always.
And then we were heading back home. As I snuggled into the covers, I couldn't help but think that this was the most perfect 4th of July of all.
Misty Lake Picture
Bye!
~Storyteller
The Green-eyed Girl Prophecy
Land of fairy lanterns, glowing in the trees,
The turning, frothing waves of the seas,
Waterfalls that tumble from mountains high,
Wizard fireworks exploding up in the sky.
Waterfalls tumbling from the mountains tall,
The magical unicorn in the palace stall,
Auras bright with the nature of their worth,
Mushrooms glowing at the baby's birth.
The child of legends, the green-eyed girl,
Soon the sails of the ship shall unfurl,
Her destiny shall ride on an eagle's wing,
As her heart the fairies come and sing.
Palace tiles of ornate design,
They shall soon be mine,
As the wizard, evil, he shall come,
Destroying the good of some.
But the girl's destiny, the prophecy of green,
Look for the child, for she has seen,
What shall come in the future far,
Following the unmoving blue star.
Swords clashing, arrows flying,
Elves fighting, fairies dying,
Green-eyed protectors may have been,
But know they're lost to the Glen.
Hide now, girl of prophecy,
For soon you shall see,
That your end will otherwise come,
And you will be of the dead some.
So off she fled, into the countryside,
Where others have come and died,
She flew on the wings of eagles soared,
Running from the evil lord.
The child of legends, the green-eyed girl,
Soon her fate, the ship's sail unfurl,
She'll run faraway, off into the blue sky,
On the wings of eagles, away she'll fly.
~Storyteller
The turning, frothing waves of the seas,
Waterfalls that tumble from mountains high,
Wizard fireworks exploding up in the sky.
Waterfalls tumbling from the mountains tall,
The magical unicorn in the palace stall,
Auras bright with the nature of their worth,
Mushrooms glowing at the baby's birth.
The child of legends, the green-eyed girl,
Soon the sails of the ship shall unfurl,
Her destiny shall ride on an eagle's wing,
As her heart the fairies come and sing.
Palace tiles of ornate design,
They shall soon be mine,
As the wizard, evil, he shall come,
Destroying the good of some.
But the girl's destiny, the prophecy of green,
Look for the child, for she has seen,
What shall come in the future far,
Following the unmoving blue star.
Swords clashing, arrows flying,
Elves fighting, fairies dying,
Green-eyed protectors may have been,
But know they're lost to the Glen.
Hide now, girl of prophecy,
For soon you shall see,
That your end will otherwise come,
And you will be of the dead some.
So off she fled, into the countryside,
Where others have come and died,
She flew on the wings of eagles soared,
Running from the evil lord.
The child of legends, the green-eyed girl,
Soon her fate, the ship's sail unfurl,
She'll run faraway, off into the blue sky,
On the wings of eagles, away she'll fly.
~Storyteller
Story Contests
Hey, guys!
Like story contests and writing? There's another writing contest on both my blogs, Dragonmaster and Rubberboot Girl. I'd love it if you guys entered in both of them!*
Bye!
~Storyteller
*Rules apply
Like story contests and writing? There's another writing contest on both my blogs, Dragonmaster and Rubberboot Girl. I'd love it if you guys entered in both of them!*
Bye!
~Storyteller
*Rules apply
Contest Winner--Piano Bookworm!
Hey, guys! I don't know if any of you saw the thing about the Writing Contest, but Piano Bookworm did! Unfortunately, she was the only one who entered. I'd love it if a whole bunch of you guys did! But, for Piano's outstanding effort, she's won! Her story's posted below!
He was hot. The burning sun battered his face as he lay on the ground. Today was the third day he had been without food or water, and it was beginning to show. His throat was parched, and he had hardly enough strength to stand.
He moved under a tree to get some relief from the sun, and that was when he heard it: a low cry. It was almost like the whining of a puppy that thinks it's in trouble. Usually he would have ignored it, but today he was feeling sorry for anyone who was crying. He would be crying if he had any water to moisten his mouth.
He walked over to the log that the sound seemed to be coming from. Behind it was a little girl, maybe two or three years old,sitting on the ground and crying. "Are you OK?" he asked her.
She shook her head and kept crying. "Are you lost? Do you want me to help you find your home?" he asked once more.
"Uh huh," she gulped, and stopped crying. Getting up, she held out her arms to be picked up by him. He warily tried to pick her up, but he was too weak. He set her down, and she started crying again.
"Will you stay here?" he asked her. "I'll go get help." He started walking away, but she wailed louder and ran after him.
Finally he just held her hand and started walking. In about half an hour, they reached a house. It took longer than it would have, since he had to keep stopping and resting. He walked in the front door and nearly ran into a woman who was standing there. She looked at him, gave a gasp, and hugged him, scolding him as she did so. "Where have you been, you naughty boy? We were worried sick! You..."
"Mom," he protested. "Wait. Here's a girl I found out there. I think she's lost."
His mom looked at him closely. "What girl?"
He looked down at his hand. She was still there. She looked at him and smiled. "she's right here. Don't you see her?"
His mom shook her head. "There's no girl." He looked down at her again, and she was gone.
the next day his friend said to him :" Boy, maybe I shouldn't have dared you to do that. YOu look really weak."
He shrugged. "I don't know. But I think God brought me home."
Hope you guys enjoyed!
~Storyteller
He was hot. The burning sun battered his face as he lay on the ground. Today was the third day he had been without food or water, and it was beginning to show. His throat was parched, and he had hardly enough strength to stand.
He moved under a tree to get some relief from the sun, and that was when he heard it: a low cry. It was almost like the whining of a puppy that thinks it's in trouble. Usually he would have ignored it, but today he was feeling sorry for anyone who was crying. He would be crying if he had any water to moisten his mouth.
He walked over to the log that the sound seemed to be coming from. Behind it was a little girl, maybe two or three years old,sitting on the ground and crying. "Are you OK?" he asked her.
She shook her head and kept crying. "Are you lost? Do you want me to help you find your home?" he asked once more.
"Uh huh," she gulped, and stopped crying. Getting up, she held out her arms to be picked up by him. He warily tried to pick her up, but he was too weak. He set her down, and she started crying again.
"Will you stay here?" he asked her. "I'll go get help." He started walking away, but she wailed louder and ran after him.
Finally he just held her hand and started walking. In about half an hour, they reached a house. It took longer than it would have, since he had to keep stopping and resting. He walked in the front door and nearly ran into a woman who was standing there. She looked at him, gave a gasp, and hugged him, scolding him as she did so. "Where have you been, you naughty boy? We were worried sick! You..."
"Mom," he protested. "Wait. Here's a girl I found out there. I think she's lost."
His mom looked at him closely. "What girl?"
He looked down at his hand. She was still there. She looked at him and smiled. "she's right here. Don't you see her?"
His mom shook her head. "There's no girl." He looked down at her again, and she was gone.
the next day his friend said to him :" Boy, maybe I shouldn't have dared you to do that. YOu look really weak."
He shrugged. "I don't know. But I think God brought me home."
Hope you guys enjoyed!
~Storyteller
Fire Update
Fire update: another fire has started by our house. The fire hasn't gotten any closer to our house. So far there has been at least one fire-related death, four people mission, and two people injured (that I know of, at least). We appreciate your prayers!
~Storyteller
~Storyteller
Book review--The Forests of Silence
Book review--The Forests of Silence
Author: Emily Rodda
Series: Deltora Quest
Rating: 2/3
Category: fantasy
Want a series that's a little bit shorter than per usual but keeps your interest just the same? Then The Forests of Silence, the first book in the series Deltora Quest, is for you! The series, so far, follows the quest of Lief, Barda, and Jasmine as they search for the stones that go to the infamous Deltora belt. (ask parents as always)
Happy reading!
~Storyteller
Author: Emily Rodda
Series: Deltora Quest
Rating: 2/3
Category: fantasy
Want a series that's a little bit shorter than per usual but keeps your interest just the same? Then The Forests of Silence, the first book in the series Deltora Quest, is for you! The series, so far, follows the quest of Lief, Barda, and Jasmine as they search for the stones that go to the infamous Deltora belt. (ask parents as always)
Happy reading!
~Storyteller
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