The Beautiful Things of Life

I love that feeling when you're one of the only people awake in a house. I don't know. I just like it. If you had to ask me if I was a night owl or an early bird, I'd tell you I was an early bird. Anyway.....

I don't know what it is--maybe it's the fact that I was watching the Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers yesterday--but I've just been noticing like the beauties of life. Feeling them. Seeing them. Hearing them. (Hearing them as in I can play Colors of the Wind, from the Disney movie Pocahontas, on the piano.)

(I say watching the Lord of the Rings, because if you don't know, in the second movie there isn't much beauty. In the first movie there's like the first third or so in the Shire, where it's like the prettiest place on earth, and even in the third one they were back in the Shire at the end. So, really, the Two Towers is the "ugliest" movie in that perspective.)

But it seems like I've just really noticed it.

God's blessed us with a truly beautiful world.

Truly beautiful sites. Truly beautiful sounds. Truly beautiful smells. And it's us who has inhabited this place. And sometimes it doesn't feel like we
deserve it or anything. Which we don't. But God gave us this world. to live in. When I think of THAT, I really do feel blessed.

(Just a moment. Just look at that picture. I don't know about YOU, but I want to just jump in it!! I can already feel it.....) ;)

What have you noticed around you that's beautiful?

(Side note: I really hate labeling all of these "random". Because they're not. I mean really.)

An Interview!!!

Hey, guys!!! I'm going to be doing an interview with Ireland of A Pearl of Great Price. (That's a really awesome blog by the way, go check it out!!) :)

Here are my questions and her answers written in her own words:

1. What is your favorite type of story? (fantasy, mystery, etc.)

Ireland's answer: Fiction, mystery's, a-lot! :)
2. What is your favorite season?

Ireland's answer: Spring or Fall.
3. What is/was your favorite subject in school?

Ireland's answer: Science, Writing.
4. What do you want to be when you grow up/or already are?

Ireland's answer: A wife/mother/midwife.
5. If you could have a pet--any kind, even magical, mythical, not real...--what would you have?

Ireland's answer: Horse, even better, flying horse! :)
6. What do you think I look like? (hair color, eye color, etc.)

Ireland's answer: Brown hair, brown eyes, fairly tall, IDK! :)

7. What is your favorite eye/hair combination?

Ireland's answer: Brown hair, brown eyes, or blond hair, blue eyes. I know, really creative right! :)
8. What's your favorite type of blog? (a story blog, random blog, etc.)

Ireland's answer: I'm not sure, probably one with randomness, pictures, and updates on whats going on in that person's life.
9. What is your favorite color?

Ireland's answer: Blue!!! Then purple.
10. What are some of your favorite foods?

Ireland's answer: Mint chocolate chip ice cream, brownies, pasta, pizza, lots of stuff! :)
11. What's your favorite thing about blogging?

Ireland's answer: Meeting other awesome bloggers, having a place to talk.
12. If you could change your name, what would you change it to?

Ireland's answer: OUCH! I have no clue... I actually kinda like my name! :) (Note from me: I was just saying if you HAD to, not that you like hate your own name or anything) =D
13. If you could live anywhere in the world--or magical worlds--where would you live?

Ireland's answer: I like living where I am right now but I would like to visit Ireland! :)
14. What is your favorite blog?

Ireland's answer: I love Jaime's "Diligently Waiting", Emma's "Simply Emma", Lucia's "Lucia Ect", to many to name! :)

Congrats, Ireland!!!! Super answers!!!!! =D

And since you were so awesome, you get to pull this off and display it on your blog!!!! :) Thanks so much, Ireland!!! :)

If you'd like to be interviewed, too, just go to my Interview page at the top and place your answers in the comments. Thanks!!! =D

I'm a Winner

I lay on my back, looking up at the sky.

It's way up there, way up so high.

I'll never be able to touch it, never feel it with my fingers.

And yet as I lay there, the thought lingers.

I get up and glance around, searching with my eyes.

And then--there it is--there a tree lies.

And I ran towards it, seeing the swing hanging there.

And I hop into it, flying up without a care.

I close my eyes, and I feel as if I can never be touched by you.

I feel as if I'm safe, though where I really am I don't have a clue.

I know that with God, I'm safe now.

No more having to watch out for the coming punch--"POW!"

And I open my eyes as I fly.

And I look up and see the sky.

And I wonder how I could have missed it before.

Seemingly flooded with tales of lore.

And though I know that I'm a sinner.

I also know that with Jesus, I'm a winner.

The Versatile Blogger Award

I got awarded by ~The Keller Girls~ a very awesome award that is above! Thank you so much!!!


1. Must state the rules.

Done. =D

2. Thank the awarded and link back to them.

Check! :)

3. Must pass this award on to five other bloggers.


4. List their names with links to their award winning blogs.

5. Must notify the awarded bloggers by commenting on their blogs.

Will do! :)

6. Share 7 unusual things about yourself. Something that not many people could say about themselves.


1. I can kinda write with my left hand...(??)
2. I am artsy (does that count? Does now haha). :)
3. I kind of have this commitment with myself to post every day on each and every one of my blogs (except The Story Club, but that doesn't really count because there're other bloggers on there, too). Though sometimes I get caught up in designing so I miss a day. (oops!) :)
4. I found out something really cool on PicMonkey just today that I haven't ever seen anybody else use. So not many people could say that. (haha) :)
5. I have over 20 followers on all my blogs!!!! :) I LOVE YOU GUYS!!! You are so good to me. :) God bless you all!
6. Two of my blogs' names came from my stories (Dragonmaster from my Alex and Andria Dragorn story and Rubberboot Girl from the name of my Connie story).
7. And, finally..................... I've never played a sport, but if I could/could've, I would/would've play(ed) basketball or volleyball!! :)


Be Born in Me

Whispers on the air.

Watch, my friend, as the fairies dance without a care.

I hear a dare.

You won't make it, little one. You can't make it to my lair.

I look down at my arm.

There's my bracelet, twinkling softly, every last charm.

I do not hear the alarm.

I glance around, but I am alone in the school, I cannot see the marm.

And then I know it.

I just cannot stay here, knowing the harm that shall come, just stay here and sit.

I must think of Kit.

I must go and save her, go look for her candle, see it again lit.

But I do not know if I shall see her.

For what if she is gone?

Then the only memory,

Shall be this song.

I close my eyes.

I must look for her, find her alive, before she meets her demise.

I look for her guise.

I shall go to her, throw off my cloak, my disguise.

And she is there.

I go to her, arms outstretched, leaving my chair.

Flying is her hair.

Eyes alight, both of us running forward, without a care.

And then I turn to Jesus.

I knew that he was there, always there, that he could see us.

"Thank you," I whispered. "Thank you for finding her for me."

"Be Born in Me," He whispered. "Be Born in Me."



I've been working on Wyn's story pretty diligently, so I'm allowing myself some room for a randomness post. :)

Yeah, I kinda am, aren't I? ;D

Anyway, that was part of my designing for this morning. :)

Oh, yeah. I almost forgot. I found this shoved in my journal this morning........

I hope you hadn't gone and forgotten about her. :)

Anyway, so I'll have to keep on recording that.........


Liebster Blog Award

I just saw that I got awarded by Hannah. :) Thanks so much!!! You go, girl!!!! =D

1. The person must list 11 things about themselves.
OK, you guys ready? Me, too. ;D
1. I like throw up if I have the salad dressing kind of mayonnaise.
2. I only like tuna if it's fried with spices. *yum!*
3. So that means that tuna sandwiches are off the list for me. :)
4. When I was younger I used to have a problem with eggs. They made my stomach hurt. :(
5. But now I can eat eggs. =D
6. I have actually gotten this award before.... but I still love it. :)
7. I have never played a "real" sport before.
8. However, I LOVE playing volleyball with my friends!! :)
9. I love wearing jeans. :)
10. I've been to a barn dance before.... ;P
11. And, finally................. I love the movie Mulan!!! =D "Fa Mulan!!" hahaha :)
2. Answer the 11 questions that the tagger has set for you PLUS you MUST create 11 questions of your own for the 11 people you will nominate with this award

OK, Hannah's questions are below. However, here are MY questions:
1. What is your favorite type of blog? (random, story, etc.)
2. What's your type of music?
3. Fave movie?
4. Most epic movie ever?
5. Most epic music ever?
6. If you could play an instrument (if you don't, or if you already do), what would you pick?
7. If you could put yourself in a situation in a movie or book, what movie or book would that be?
8. What's the one thing that you excel at?
9. What is your ideal job? (even if you already have one)
10. What's your dream? ("My new dream was you..." Sorry. Tangled quotes stuck in my head. =D)
11. What was/is your favorite memory of 2012?   
4. Go to their page and inform them of the nomination

Oh, wow, that's going to be awhile!! =D (just saying, I might not have time today, but I'll definitely get that done)

5. Absolutely NO tag backs

OK. :)

6. Remember to ONLY tag bloggers with less than 200 follower 

The Questions;

What's your middle name?

Storyteller nothing of Weston County. JK!!! =D

What's your subject in school?

Well, I'd LIKE to say typing stories, but that's not really part of school, is it? ;D

What's your favorite place to eat?

Like, restaurant? Well, I like home, Burger King, Golden Corral, and Subway. :)

Do you have any pets?

Several. Perhaps you've heard of my black cat. =D

What's your top favorite thing to do?

Uh..... Write stories!!!!! :)

What's your favorite movie?

I like lots of movies!!! Example: Mulan and How to Train Your Dragon.

What movie do you wish to see?

The Odd Life of Timothy Green. I'm sorry, guys, but it looked good!!! =D

How did you choose the name for your blog?

Because I just love writing stories. :) And, besides, about every other name with "storyteller" in it was taken. Several I tried: "Storyteller", "Storyteller's World", "The World of Storyteller"... yeah, you get the idea. :)

How many siblings do you have?

Ah, ah, ah!! :)

How many siblings do you wish you had?

Umm, not really sure??

What's your dream vacation?

Tour all over the world!!!!! =D And of course have a laptop so I can write like a story about every single place that I'm in. :)


The Redemption... oh, come on, it's Wyn.

I wasn't very happy that Lochinvar had found me.

In fact, I was plain out annoyed.


Stepped on.

OK, so stepped on isn't a really good way to describe it.

"Irk" is better.

Yes, I was irked.

Directly at Lochinvar, if you get my drift.

"What do you think you were doing?!" cried Dad when I got back.

"Riding Lochinvar's horse," I answered.

Dad didn't really appreciate that.

Dad: Go to your room immediately!

Me: I can't. Remember? It's full of the visitors.

Dad: Well, then go to the attic!

Me: I can't, because it's full of junk.

Dad: Well... well... go to the kitchen!

Me: OK!

I quickly went off to the kitchen.

Of course, that wasn't so bad, because the cook likes me and she gave me all kinds of yummy food. I was devouring my last tart when all of a sudden I heard a voice that made me choke.

"Umm... umm... I'm here, cook," called Walter Scott from over at the door.

The cook turned and brightened. "Ah, yes! Our new kitchen help!"

Walter Scott froze at the sight of me.

I sighed.

I'm sorry to admit it, but I was kinda sorry that I was rude to him.

OK, I wasn't "kinda" sorry.

I was sorry.

"Hey, cook," I said. "I think that maybe there's someone for you out in the hallway."

"Really?" Cook murmured to herself as she left. "How peculiar..."

I quickly turned to Walter Scott.

"I'm sorry," I blurted.

He grinned. "That's OK."

I frowned. "Why's that OK?"

"I guess what I mean to say is that I forgive you," he coughed. "By the way, all of my friends call me Walt."

I wanted to spit back at him that I wasn't his friend, but I managed to shake his hand tentatively and answer, "Oh, yeah. All of my friends call me Wyn." Hey, I just felt bad for him.

"Maybe I'll see you later," smiled Walt as I started for the door.

I smiled. "Yeah, maybe."

Not on your life.



It's a natural part of life.

But there's no denying it.

It's sad. It's unfair. You feel broken, you feel empty.

What if? What if? What if you had done more with that person? If you had only been a better friend, a better sister, a better brother, a better mother, a better father, a better anything, you think that somehow things might've turned out just a little bit differently. That maybe their death was a result of you.

You didn't know you'd miss them until it was too late. It's not always the case. But sometimes it is. "Oh, they'll be there."

But what if they're not?

Grieve. You don't want to do it.

Live on. How can you?

God's always there. But is that even true?

I know what's it like to lose something or someone.

It's like they should be there, but suddenly they're not.

Like you turn the corner, expecting them, and they've just disappeared from your life without a single trace.

And, whether you like it or not, life is still happening.

You can still look to the bright side.

You can grieve honestly. They'll always been there for you. You can always look back fondly on your memories with them, the treasures that God has given you.

You can thank God for the time that you had.

And you know that they're in the arms of your loving Savior.

I can feel your hurt,
Even from faraway,

I know that you were pained,
When they died that day.
And though I'm so far,
I'm still there for you,
Just remember that there's
Always God to look to.

Dedicated to one of my best friends.

New Siggy

I know I already posted today, but just wanted to ask..... what do you think of my signature? ;)

P.S. By the way, the reason I ended up picking that font is because it kinda actually looks like MY handwriting..... :P (I have just realized the revolutionary idea of smileys with their tongues out!) haha :)

A note from Storyteller + Chapter 3=today's post

Hey, guys!!!! I'm so glad that you guys have been liking Wyn's story so much!!!! =D After I'm done with this note I'm putting chapter 3 of the story, so don't fret. :) I just wanted to thank everybody who's followed so far for following!!!! It's so sweet of you guys and means a lot to me. :)



(left off from.....)

At just that moment.......

(New stuff......)

.......Lochinvar and his friends came charging into the glen!

"Whoa!" cried the boy. "That's Lochinvar!"

"It mostly certainly is,"  I glared. "How unfortunate."

"You there!" cried Lochinvar, pointing at me. "You, urchin! Got off your filthy hind end and get over here! I demand that you do so immediately!"

I WAS about to go and jump on Lochinvar's horse and take off again when the boy knelt right before Lochinvar with his hands clasped.

"Please!" he begged. "Tell me about the Crusades and what part you're going to be playing in them!"

"Get away, Urchin's-Friend!" he yelled at him. "I shall not talk to riff-raff! The idea! Urchin! Get over here and give back my horse!"

"For your information it's Wyn!" I hollered back.

His eyes about popped out of his head. "Lady Mathusahumplaluckwyn!" he cried, nearly falling off his horse in his haste to come before me and bow. "My apologies."

"I should say so!" I snorted.

"I KNEW that you were Lady Wyn!" breathed the boy.

I turned to him. "And what on earth is your name, by the way?"

He glanced up at me, his eyes betraying his trembling heart. "My name, my lady," he started, bowing his head, "is Walter Scott."

Walter Scott? What kind of a name was that?!

"Are you Scottish?" I demanded.

"I don't know," he answered.

"Well you're just as ugly as one," I muttered to myself.

"What was that?" asked Walter Scott.

"Nothing," I answered. I turned back to Lochinvar, commanding him, "You are to take me back to the castle immediately."

Lochinvar nodded and hoisted me up onto the horse that he had been riding, going and grabbing his own. Just as we were about to gallop out of the glen, the Walter Scott kid cried,


We all turned and stared at him. "Yes?" I asked.

"Will I ever see you again?" He questioned.

I snorted. "Never."

If only my words had been true.....

A Memorial Post

I'm the Storyteller. Welcome to my blog, Storyteller of Weston County. I love to write stories as a general rule, and hope to post some on this blog. Please give me advice on what you think on them! I always want to be open to your opinion. I hope you have a great time and feel free to visit all over my site!

My first post. How I remember it with loving memories. :) It seems ages ago that I started this blog. I was kind of scared about what would happen. I didn't know anything about blogging. I only knew that I wanted to get my stories out there.

The first day, I was so excited to post that I posted like three or so posts. Then I had no idea about polls, so they were kind of like polls.

Question: if you could have a dragon, what color would it be?

I didn't get any comments on it, but I wasn't going to give up.

Question: if you had a dragon, what would you name it?

None on that, either. But I was excited about blogging, so it didn't damper my spirits.

It goes on, but I'm not sure you want all of that.

First off, there was only like my friend Otter Days on here. (Otter Days and I started a blog on almost the same day.) It was fun just doing it together, since we live so far away that we don't see each other very much.

And then came the moment that changed everything.

I had put my story about Alex and Andria Dragorn up on my blog as a page. I had just started it, but I wanted to put it up as soon as possible because it was just the kind of fast-paced book that I loved. And, I went to check my comments.

A girl named Constence had commented.

Me--"What?! Some person from cyperspace has been on my blog?!?!"

It kinda creeped me out, I admit.

But then I got excited.

Did you write this? It's really good!

That's what Constence wrote to me. I thought it was great that she really liked my story!!! And I couldn't wait to see what else she would write in the future.

That's when I realized that I could go see if SHE had a blog.

It's called Totally Me!. Maybe you've heard of it. :)

You guys would probably know her now as Madeline May. (Apparently Constence Amelia Stowe was a fake name but I didn't know it until she told me. Thanks for telling me, Maddie.) =D

That basically broke the ice. So, thanks, Maddie. :)

After that, I really took a step into blogging.

And then that's when I realized that I could go out and visit other blogs and "meet" others.

The next person I met was Willow. (awesome blog by the way, check it out by clicking here.)

From there on it was like everything fit into place.

I learned all about changing and customizing templates, about adding gadgets, and all that great stuff. =D

And, thanks to all of you guys, I really can make a memorial post.

These are my blog's first memories.
What are yours?

Chapter 2

I had finally stopped. It really wasn't that fun, anyway, because they hadn't chased. I guess they assumed that I since I HAD taken Lochinvar's horse, of all things.

I laughed out loud as his horse and I galloped through the glen and easily jumped the bubbling brook on the other end.

We'd been galloping around the countryside for near an hour now, and Lochinvar's horse had yet to tire. This truly was an amazing horse. Maybe I'd keep him!!

(Though I don't think that would happen, unfortunately.)

I finally stopped the horse by a meadow (Not because the horse was tired, but I was kind of afraid of hurting it or something. You never know. Besides, the horse was kinda creepy in its endurance) and dismounted, letting Lochinvar's horse drink out of the nearby stream.

I was just about to climb a tree to go and scout for oncoming riders (of who I was sure Lochinvar would be the lead) I heard a voice from behind me.

"What on earth are you doing?"

I turned. Before me was a kid with dark hair and eyes who was staring at me as if I were the weirdest person ever. I glared.

"I'm climbing a tree," I snorted. "What does it look like?"

"Well, of course I saw that," he defended. He paused, and then whispered, "You're the Lady Wyn, aren't you?"

"What on earth gave you that silly notion?" I laughed nervously.

"Well, you're so pretty....." he trailed off.

I rolled my eyes. "Just because I'm pretty doesn't mean I'm the Lady Wyn."

"But Lady Wyn is supposed to be the most beautiful girl in the country," he babbled quickly, "and you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen." He blushed at himself like he couldn't believe what he'd just said.

I gave him a look. "You're seriously stupid, aren't you?"

"I am not!" he cried indignantly.

"Well, if I was the Lady Wyn," I started, pacing and putting a thoughtful look on my face, "then why on earth would I be wearing these drabby clothes?"

He shrugged. "I don't know."

At just that moment......

Chapter 1


I cringed.

Seriously, the only person who would draw out the "N" of "Wyn" would be either the professor, Professor Helium, or Ellen. And sometimes Lochinvar, but seriously, the guy stays away from me.

I had been currently hiding in the poky rose bushes by the inside moat, hiding from..... well, I guess I was hiding from about everybody. There was always SOMEBODY who was wanting me to do SOMETHING. Either it was Ellen--"Wyn, let me borrow your clothes!"--or Dad--"Wyn, stop acting so weird!"--or Mom--"Wyn, you're so pretty but you act all boyish all the time!"--or Professor Helium--"Lady Wyn, what on earth are you doing?!"--or, on rare occasion, even Lochinvar--"Girl! Whatever your name is! Stop trying to touch my horse!!"

Really, I only felt bad for the horse.

But when I heard my name being called, I knew it was the two worst of the possibilities--the professor or Ellen.

(OK, that's not entirely true, because Lochinvar would've been the worst.)

So I stayed where I was, my brown hair snaggled in the brambles, my boyish clothes clinging to me from the heat of the burning sun that seemed to just LOVE to burn my skin.

(No, it didn't tan. How unfortunate for me.)

"Wyn! Wherever you are, stay there, because Lochinvar's here and I don't want you getting in the way!" OK, that was definitely Ellen.

OK, so I don't know about you, but when somebody tells you to stay put, do you want to stay put?


And so did I stay put?


I quickly pulled myself out of the brambles and snuck through the Golden Orchard (there were more, but this was the only one that was off-limits for everybody except the presiding family aka me and MY family), hiding the tall stone wall as I reached it.

I heard the trumpets go off and the cry off "lower the drawbridge!" and knew that Lochinvar and his petty band of knights had arrived.

How lucky us. Not.

Anyway, so I quickly dug the two arrows out of my pocket that I'd unwittingly taken from the gate guard and started to climb the wall, digging the arrows into the mortar.

(If you're thinking of Flynn Rider from Tangled, you shouldn't be thinking it. Because I couldn't possibly have gotten the technique from him because, of course, I'm sorry to say we don't have TV!)

Anywayyyy, so I reached the top of the wall and glanced over. Lochinvar had just dismounted his steed right underneath the gateway into the castle's grounds. I couldn't believe it! His horse was just right underneath the wall.

An idea was formed. A devilish grin lifted the corners of my mouth.

As Lochinvar was busy doing lovey dovey words towards my sister Ellen, I threw myself onto the wall and then jumped off and landed right on Lochinvar's horse.

Wearing my peasant clothes as I was, Lochinvar and the rest of the company immediately assumed that I was NOT the Lady Wyn.

"Yaw!" I cried, spurring Lochinvar's horse into a gallop.

We sped off down the lowered drawbridge. Confusion and chaos reigned behind me.

I couldn't help but laugh as I raced off into the countryside.

Dad, by the way, wasn't going to be happy. But at least I wasn't going to be caught for awhile.

After all, Lochinvar was always bragging that his horse was the fastest in the land.

Artsy Award--by me ;D

I need to expand my horizons lol :) As in, I need to stop always just like nominating the same people for the award because they're the first people I think of.

Yes, this means I've made a new award!!!

[Finally. I think I kind of forgot I even MADE awards. Scary....]

Anyway, so here's the award.

OK, OK. So the only reason [I promise] that I put my link on there is.... maybe the person wants an award for them? ;) Anyway, if you really are seriously irked with that and you get this award, you can take it yourself to PicMonkey and cut the bottom off. =D [yes, you have my permission]

Anyway, so here are the rules.


1. Normally this is where it says "thank the person who gave you the award and leave a link to their blog etc. etc." Well, you can do that if you want. I mean, if you like the award and you're glad you got it and you can do that. Or you can just copy this and have people listen to me rambling. :)

2. Answer the five questions set out for you and make the next five questions for the people that you nominate. Sorry, ever since the Liebster award that I got (by the way, thanks to whoever gave me that), I just can't help but add questions!! So, if you get awarded, here are your five questions:

1) Would you rather listen to music or make the music?
2) If you must be forced, I always like to ask this question [just because I'm oh-so-curious] :)--anyway, so the question is, what is your favorite part about me? (I promise that's the last boring question) :P
3) Would you rather go to the beach or the mountains?
4) Tea or coffee?
5) Volleyball or basketball?

3. OK, so usually there's a "NO TAGBACKS" rule. I'm here to say that in #3 of this award you can tag or not tag or whatever you want to do. Agreed? Agreed. ;)

4. Award five people (at the least) or as many as you like this award.

OK, so here are the people that I think are artsy in both their designs and their posts:

Jenny@Artsy Peacock (she immediately gets it because of her blog name lol) =D
EMMA@Living Fully by Faith
Madeline@Instantly British
Piano Bookworm@Piano's Stories
Madeline May@Totally Me!
Hannah@in Neverland

Yep, you guys are artsy!! Just sayin'. :)

OK, so maybe you're not thinking you're artsy in real-life, but hey, your blog designs are awesome. :)

5. Notify the people of their nominations.

SO HELPFUL. I don't know about you, but if you get bombarded by posts by everybody every day (not saying that's bad), then sometimes you miss stuff. It's always nice to have a little note, anyway. :)



Once upon a time....

Well, I suppose it's once upon a time.

I mean, it could be once upon anything.

A horse.

A knight.

A dance that turned into an ill-fated kidnapping involving two lovers.

Aww, who knows. I sure don't. I just know that I was like fourteen and my sister was sixteen. My sister was named Ellen. She wasn't that pretty. OK, I admit it--she was ugly. She got the nice name--Ellen--and the ugly face. I got the ugly name--Mathusahumplaluckwyn--and the pretty face. But thankfully nobody called me by my full name. They just called me Wyn.

Anywayyyyy, so there was this guy that Ellen liked. He was named Lochinvar. I know, ugly name, right? But, anyway, they really liked each other. Like they were serious about getting married one day.

I personally don't really care for any of that gushy stuff. I don't think I'll ever get married, either, and it's not just because of my ugly, unpronounceable name that's always being said wrong and annoys me to pieces.

I much preferred horses. I mean, could a guy carry you at a fast gallop for like a hundred miles? I don't think so.

Yeah, my dad thought I was kind of a handful, too.

I know I said once upon a time, but really the time wasn't that long ago, just around somewhere in the medieval ages.

I know what you're thinking. If I lived then, that means that there were long dresses and castles and knights and blah, blah, blah. And you're right. In fact, Lochinvar was a knight, too.

What?! You've heard this before?!?!

Oh, I get it.

It's that Sir Walter Scott dude.

Yeah, I know him.

But back then, I knew him as Walt.

Just Walt.

And, actually, he was my best friend.

But I can't really call him my best friend anymore, because he totally changed the story and forgot the ending. Like totally forgot the ending.

And this is the story that I want to tell you.

Looking Back

You felt a deep hurt,
As you walked away,
You thought you'd never come back,
As you left that day.
You thought you'd left for good,
Thought you'd left them behind,
But as you glance over your shoulder,
You wonder if you've changed your mind.
They're there, pleading with you,
Eyes brimming with silent tears,
You wonder faintly if you would miss them,
Their love not filled by peers.
But will they wait for you?
You don't know, as they wait.
You know you have to go back,
You just hope you're not too late.
You run back, arms outstretched,
And they're there for you,
Eyes are overfilling, arms are waiting,
Why you left you haven't got a clue.
And now that you're here,
You know you'll never leave again,
How could you have left them?
They're the only good in the world of men.
For without them you would have been alone,
But yet for the love of God,
Who has been here always,
Before the earth the angels trod.



OK, I know, I know. What's with the picture?

(you're probably think "has Storyteller gone crazy?! What on earth does a stage have to do with stories or anything else randomness in her brain?!?!")

Anyway, so the scoop is this.

Today, I'm going to a concert.

And, the best part of all, is that I'm going to be seeing one of my best-friends-ever Otter Days. Yes, the person with the cute little blog over there that I do hope you've visited!! (haha) Anyway, if you  haven't, here's the link.

And-- the bad part. We're dropping off a puppy. THE LAST puppy that we have.

Yeah, that's her. Isn't she cute? OK, I admit it, she's cuter in real life. =D Apparently the people who are taking her are going to name her like Mitzi or something.

Anywayyyy, so I'm going to be in the car for like a really long time. Please pray for safe travels!!! Hopefully my next post will be something more interesting. :)

Featured Blogger.....

OK, so sorry I haven't done this in awhile, but it's time for our Featured Blogger!!!!!!
(if you would like to be a featured blogger, just let me know)

or you can choose this one

And who is our featured blogger this week???????????



OK, enough with the questions marks. =D

Our featured blogger is....... Madeline!! Madeline is very funny (yes, I know you're reading this, haha :D and no I'm not going to write this Dear Readers and Creepy Madeline, because I have more followers on this blog, lol) and has some great blogs!!! One of her blogs, Instantly British, just got a way cool makeover!!!! (aka blog template change) It's full of lots of fun stuff. This Is A Test is her blog designing blog. Katie in the Spotlight records the life of her doll Katie, who has a bright outlook on life (sometimes, haha). :) She's a great writer and is already apart of two story blogs by the names of The Story Club and Breathings of Your Heart. I would definitely say to go and look at all of her blogs!! They're awesome!!!!!! (I have Instantly British's button on the side of my blog, too.) ;D


P.S. Piano and Jess, if you would also like to take the new featured blogger button, since you've been featured, that's great with me!!!! :) :)

True or False, Hosted by Storyteller (3)

Yes, that's a trench coat. And, yes, we're back with our True or False!!!!!

Today we're going to have two stories. They can be both true, both false, or one of them is true and one of them is false.

Review on the rules (If you know them, you can skip down): 

1. [for this one] There can be one false one true, two false, or two true. You have to decide which story is which!!
2. Submit your answers in the comments that come with this post.
3. After comments from five different people, not including me, I will post the answers. IF YOU ARE TRYING TO GET THE ANSWERS AS ONE PERSON, I'M AFRAID IT WILL FAIL.
4. There may be sets or short stories (in this case short stories). 5. Enjoy and have fun!!!
P.S. On the short stories, if they're true, I might not remember all of the real conversation, but the memory will still be true. Also, I will change the real names of people.

OK, first story:

I tapped my pencil against the table, attracting the attention of my best friend Makayla, who sat on a deck chair not that far away.
    "Whatcha writing about?" she questioned. I wasn't sure if her eyes were opened or closed, since they were shielded by huge glasses.
     "Just a story," I answered. "Hey, Makayla. What name do you like better? It's your pick. You ready?"
      She sighed. "OK."
      "Cara or Kitty?"
      "Wait, what kind of a story is this?"
      "It's kind of like a pre-Civil War story. If she's named Cara, she'll be Irish living in America. If she's named Kitty, she'll be English living in America."
      "You mean you haven't chosen yet?!"
      "Relax, Makayla. Just pick."
      "OK, OK. Fine. Kitty."
      "Thanks!" I grinned.
       My pencil flew across the page.

Second story:

The door of the bus opened and I was faced by a scary sight. Kids, running everywhere, followed by what I assumed were their camp counselors in between the maze of cabins, big and small.
  "This way!" somebody yelled.
   All of the kids from the bus crowded around a foreboding-looking lady with wild red hair and a clipboard.
   "Jackie Smith?" the lady yelled. A girl walked up to her, and she was assigned a cabin. The girl smiled and walked off, pulling a huge suitcase. 
    The names were called off, one by one. I finally heard my own.
    "Kate Fletcher!"
     I quickly hurried forward, bumbling with my stuff. Obviously nobody helped me. Ugh. Sometimes I wished people would.
    "You'll be in Cabin Starcatcher," she announced. And then she was already off on another name.
    I turned, facing the camp by myself.

Are they both true? Both false? One that and the other this? You'll have to decide!!!

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