The Writings of a Dreamer

I know I just posted, like, 2 seconds ago but I wanted to post these two poems I have written. The first one is for a writing contest so I would like some feedback please!

Home

Home.
Our
Messy and
Exuberant home

Irksome
Sometimes

Wonderful
Home.
Embracing us and
Radiating
Exultant beauty.

Therefore
Home
Enters our

Hearts forever.
Emulsifies us with others.
Always
Renders us
Thankful.

Impossibly
Sound and soothing.
.

Ruthless sometimes?
I think not.
Good and welcoming
Home.
Time to go home.
?

What are the birds singing for.

I couldn’t think of what the birds were singing for,
Not till just now.

They are singing for the crow who died,
And was buried by his Master’s side.
Don’t know who his Master was.
They are singing for the crow who died.

I couldn’t think of what the birds were singing for,
Not till just now.

They are singing for the wren,
Who won’t come out of his den.
Telling him to get up, it’s morning!
They are singing for the wren.

I couldn’t think of what the birds were singing for,
Not till just now.

They are singing for the robin,
Who don’t know that it’s mornin’
Telling him it’s not afternoon.
They are singing for the robin.

Dreamer

This is a conversation between me and you, the Reader.

ME: OH NO! I haven’t written on this blog for eons.

READER: So?

ME: Right? I haven’t, haven’t I?

Reader: maybe

ME: LOOK ON THE DATE ON MY LAST POST!!!! SEPTEMBER 24th!

READER: Yeah, maybe you haven’t posted in a while.

ME: I know. Here is another story….

In the land of Tralonia: chapters 10, 11, and 12.

During that three weeks, life got into a routine of meals, training, scouting and stuff. One day, after two weeks of hanging around, the head officer came into her tent.
“A few of us are going to the city of Micottonae to recruit new soldiers. I was wondering if you would like to come?”
“I will come, certainly.” The Princess said.
“Then pack your things. We will be leaving in the morning.” The head left.
The girl started to pack her things but all the time was wondering why he had asked her to come. Did he mean to leave her behind in he city? Or did he think that she would have some use on the trip. The girl wasn’t sure.

The next day they started on their daylong journey to Micottonae. The girl, as usual, rode on her horse.  Suddenly, the girl had another idea about why she might be coming. Maybe her mother was there waiting for her. The girl frowned at this prospect. She didn’t like her mother very much. She fussed too much and was too hard to please. The girl hoped that that wasn’t the reason.

Chapter 11

When they arrived in Micottonae, they were led to some barracks where they would stay for the night. Because she was a girl, the Princess got a screen around her bed. When they woke up in the morning, they went to recruit. They were in the market square. When they saw the girl, many young boys came, and so did many girls. The Head Officer hired all of them, for they needed as many men as possible. Many Fathers joined up along with their sons. They would spend two days recruiting.
They returned to camp on the third day with all of the men and children they had gathered. They girl chatted with the new girls. One of them asked why she had a horse, and she replied
“I hate to admit it but I’m a princess.”
All of the girls bowed their heads at that but the Princess cried
“Oh, stop it! I hate having people give me tribute!”
The girls laughed and kept walking-and talking.
When they arrived at camp, the Officers who had come with them had to assure the men that they had gotten screens for the girls’ beds. Many pairs of sisters had joined up and they would share beds and friends could share also.

Chapter 12

All the girls were terrified of their first battle. Except for the Princess, of course. (Should the author keep calling her Princess? She doesn’t like the tribute. The Author will stop) She had already thrashed 28 men to bits. Why would she be scared. When the girls strode into battle, (Or rode, in the girl’s case) They had a special fighting sector. They went right at the back. The girl led them. After a few seconds of battle and when their men were fighting and dying but they were doing nothing, the girl led them round the side and ordered them to attack. That was a day-long battle and every single girl survived and only about a quarter of the men did. The girls had glitters of triumph in their eyes. Not only because of the fact that their side had won but because the girls had proved themselves equally good, if not better, as the men.

About that last one, boys, don’t be offended. I am, after all, a girl.

Dreamer

Chapter 1. A lost pencil

“Oh good heavens!” Wanda Granger said.
“What?” here sister, Helena May Granger, said coolly.
“I have lost my pencil again!” Wanda sighed. She searched in the den for it. Under the desk, in every drawer there was, even behind their mother computer!
“Nowhere” Wanda sighed again.
“You looked an Idiot.” Helena May said loftily. “I’m glad you’re too dumb to get in.”
Wanda gasped. She opened her mouth to retort when their mother came in.
“Wanda! How on earth did your pencil get on the sofa?” She asked. “You’re as bad as my sister!”
“Thank you mother.” Wanda grinned and ignored the question. “I was wondering where my pencil was. Is your sister really that bad?”
“Yes. But you better get back to work, girls!”
She left.
“You are so unorganized. I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t get in.” Helena sneered.
“Oh, shut up.” Wanda grumbled.

Chapter 2. I’m in.

“Eek!” Myrtle Gardener screeched.
“Hush UP!” Her cousin, Harriet, said.
“I got in! I got in!” She sang. “Oh! I must write that tune down.”
She sat at the piano and played the tune, figuring out the notes and writing them down.
“Dumm-da-dum. Dumm-da-dum. And repeat!” She hummed.
“STOP HUMMING!” Harriet yelled. “I can’t bear it. You better not be in my dormy.” She stomped out.
“Your in?” Myrtle asked.
“Of course I’m in!” Harriet looked astonished at the thought that she wouldn’t be. “I’m surprised you’re in. All you care about is your music. You’ll be sure not to pass end-of-year exams.”
“Fancy you saying that, Miss Lofty!” Myrtle sneered. “You’re dumber than me. You probably will get kicked out before the exams!”
“Why?” Harriet exclaimed.
“Because of too many airs and graces, of course!” Myrtle laughed. “Most sensible Mistresses wouldn’t stand much nonsense from you.” Myrtle laughed her ringing laugh again and left the room.
“The CHEEK of that girl.” Harriet thought. “Unbelievable.”

Lisa Summers stared at her closet. What fancy thing to bring? Her mother had so many parties that Lisa had to many things to choose from. She finally picked her light, burgundy, corduroy skirt that had flowers all over it; her turquoise blouse and her burgundy balero. She had already packed all her other things in her purple suitcase with the navy polka-dots. She chose some books and packed them in her old-fashioned satchel. She was ready. Good thing too. The plane for Ottawa left in an hour. Then she would have to be quick catching the plane to Vancouver.

*   ***********************************************************************   *      When they arrived, a woman with highlighter pink frizzy hair holding a clipboard was screaming “SIGN IN HERE!!!!!” Mikaela Lawson ran over and signed in. Then she took out the acceptance letter to read the list of names.

1. Van Everijne, Martha           16. Laperriere, Marianne
2. Schultz, Lisa                         17. Hurder, Laura
3. Dupuis, Marie                       18. Morris, Emma
4. Lawson, Mikaela                  19. Van Everijne, Anabel
5. Markson, Rae                       20. Purcell, Kaila
6. Robinson, Rose                    21. Jackson, Valerie
7. Schultz, Anna                       22. Ramsey, Marjorie
8. Summers, Lisa                     23. Turner, Charlotte
9. Crusoe, Laina                       24. Maran, Renee
10. Whetstone, Fay                  25. Valeur. Camille
11. Whetstone, Fiona               26. O’Mally, Margaret
12. Wilder, Felicity                  27. O’Brien, Jessica
13. Alcott, Joanne                    28. Hurdman, Jennifer
14. Walters, Lucy                    29. Billings, Mika
15. Waters, Mary                    30. Fervant, Marie

Rae Markson stared out her window. She was in the middle of doing her admittance test for The Vancouver Boarding School For Girls. She was nervous. She new she probably wouldn’t get in. She wasn’t a terribly good student and there was only 30 spaces for entry and there were 350 girls trying out. She turned her thoughts back to her test. She was in the math section. She looked at the next question. 12×54?! She scribbled the equation on the side of the paper and slowly went through the multiplication process.  648. Phew! Just five more problems left.

Martha Van Everijne screamed. “Mother!!!! I’m in! I’m in! I’m a boarding school girl! Just like the girls in the Malory Towers books!!!”
“Don’t see why you’d want to be like those girls. They are SOO weird.” Martha’s twin sister sneered. “I hope I’m not in your dorm Martha. You are SO immature. I would be too embarrassed when people learned that YOU, of all people, were my SISTER.” She turned on her heel and walked off.
Geesh! Anabel was SO mean sometimes. Martha thought.

Dreamer

This is a three chapters in one post. Since I haven’t been posting much. Here goes:

The girl squirmed. She was being fitted for a ball gown to go to a ball in her honour. Luckily, the dress was to be blue. Unluckily, it had too much lace, in the girl’s opinion. The girl wasn’t used to being fitted for dresses. She usually made them herself.
“Stop squirming!” Sidanea, the dressmaker, hissed.
“Sorry. I’m just not used to this.”
“Oh?”
The dressmaker had a distinct Tthayjan (t-thay-yan) accent. Tthayja was a very stylish country, if you know what the author means. Many of the royal dressmakers and tailors came from there. The only problem was, they weren’t very friendly to newcomers.
The girl felt like squirming again but she braced herself so she wouldn’t. Little did she know, bracing herself in that dressmakers’ room, what was to come.

Chapter 8

What was to come came soon. The thing that was to come came-and it was terrible. What came was the Surrounded war. And the returned princess was to become a hero in it. The enemies came one by one. First it was Mmyranne, then Giloto, then Makali, and, finally, Tthayja. All of the Tthayjan dressmakers and Tailors were accused of being spies and were executed. All families who were even distantly related to someone from one of the enemy countries were either executed or exiled. Soon, only 1% of the population was from an enemy country. The girl begged her mother to let her join in the forces. She was a good fighter, she said, she had been fighting bandits since she was 2. She just needed to be trained in a few more weapons and she could go. Her mother kept saying that she didn’t want to lose her again, for good. But the girl insisted and her mother relented. And the girl started to train in spear and sword. After a year of training she left for the fighting, at the young age of 12. Nobody thought she would last even the first five minutes of battle. Especially because she was a girl. Nobody knew exactly what kind of girl she was. Nobody knew that she was a strong and persistent girl and even she didn’t even know that she was to last long beyond the end of the war.

Chapter 9

Even though she was a soldier, Princess Tralonia got to ride a horse because she was the queen and king’s daughter. Many men gave her snide comments saying a girl could never be a soldier, let alone a 12-year-old girl. The girl just ignored them. On the 19th day of the 5th month in the year 783 after human beginning, the girl rode furiously into her first battle. Most expected for her to fall after the first moment but most of the strong men would die in that terrible battle, were as she would not. She started with her longbow, for it was good for long distance. Then she switched to spear and finally to sword. In that whole 6 hour-long battle, she killed 28 men. Most some of the most experienced of the whole opposing side. The enemy was embarrassed at the losses of their side to one twelve-year-old girl. The Tralonian side was amazed and astounded at the skills of this young princess. Their comments became less snide and she gradually made some friends. It was three weeks until there was another battle.

Tigger

The next day, after she had had breakfast, she headed to the library, carrying her laptop, several notebooks, and her math workbook. She avoided Ryan, who she wanted to ‘run into’ the next day so she could tease him about her being homeschooled.
When she got to the Library she went upstairs where she could get an internet connection. She logged onto her email and looked at her mailbox.

From                                 Subject
Ryan.Bradley@gmail.com   Glad you’re back!
Leah Holm                            Welcome home!
Rhyanna Holm                      Welcome Home!
Judy                                       Hi!
Lucy                                      Hi!
Maggie                                  Hi!

What was that top one? Uh-Oh. Ryan had emailed her. Puh-leeze! She deleted it, not caring what he had to say. She read the two from her friends, Leah and Rhyanna Holm, welcoming her back and suggesting possible playdates. They new she was homeschooled. They had emailed back and forth and had read each other’s weblogs.

When the girl was ready she rang the bell. Her mother appeared almost immediately. She had obviously been waiting outside the door.
“Come now, come now. It’s time to meet your Father. He is in a meeting with his advisors right but I’m sure he has heard the wonderful news of your return and will be happy to meet with you immediately.” The Queen hustled her along several bright hallways that were filled with portraits, battle scenes, mythical scenes, and tapestries. The girl looked at them in awe as she passed by. She was speechless. The queen led her to a room where she could hear voices behind the door. The queen knocked briskly and waited. A tall man in a cape came to the door. He also had a crown on his head and the girl realized that he must be the king, aka the girl’s Father.
“Well my dear, why have you come?” He addressed the Queen.
“Our daughter is here.” The Queen replied.
“Why did you bring our daughter? I am busy.”
“But, my dear husband, this is Princess Tralonia! She has returned!”
“Tralonia? The long-lost Daughter?”
“Yes! Didn’t you hear the news?”
“No” The king looked puzzled. “She does resemble you quite a bit…”
“She does, doesn’t she?”
“Yes”
The girl squirmed. The king was acting as if she didn’t think she was the real Princess. Then a thought struck her. Hadn’t the queen called her “Princess Tralonia”? Then she remembered that the guard had also called, as running into the palace, “…The Lands Namesake has returned!” Did that mean that her parents had been so sad that they had named the land after her?

The Queen led the way through many corridors to a bright apartment that contained a bedroom, nursery, and dining room. The bedroom was white and the duvet was white also but had little blue flowers on it as well. The pillows and the curtains on the four-poster bed matched the duvet. There was a pretty window-seat and a blue bookshelf. The closet contained beautiful dresses that looked like they might fit the girl.
“These rooms are to be your rooms,” The queen smiled. “I hope you like them.”
“Theses are to be my rooms?” The girl said questioningly. “Am I to sleep in a bed?”
“What do you mean?” The Queen exclaimed. “have you never slept in a bed before?”
“Never.”
“Where did you sleep?”
“Why, I slept on the ground!”
The queen looked astounded. “The ground?”
“Yes. Living in the forest, where else could I sleep. It would also be hard to escape bandits with…”
“Bandits? A princess chased by bandits?” The queen interrupted. “Outstanding”
“They didn’t know that I was a princess…Mother”
“Oh. I suppose that’s all right, considering I wasn’t sure if you were dead or alive.”
“Am…Am I to meet my father?”
“Yes, of course! But you will have to change your dress first.”
“Which one? I shan’t wear the fur dress in summer.”
“Fur dress? No! You shall wear one of those dresses!” She gestured toward the closet.
“Those are mine?” The girl stared.
“Why yes! Of Course!”
“Oh.” The girl walked over to the closet and pointed to a blue dress with little white flowers. “May I wear this one?”
“To meet your father? No! It isn’t good enough. Wear the silk blue one instead of the satin.”
“Ok.” The girl liked that one almost as much.
“I’ll leave you now to change. Ring that bell when you’re done.” The queen pointed to a bell on a table. “I’ll come when you ring it.”

The 16th of April, 1790. Still in the caverne.

It is late at night and we are still in our little caverne. Papa had idea that we could sneak to the English channel and take a rowboat across but then he realized we got out on the wrong side of Paris and we would have to walk in the open considering that there aren’t any woods. Papa didn’t know if that would work. We would take une grande riske by doing that.

Later

Papa just had a great idea! We could escape to Allemagne! We are close enough to the German country. We could walk there in a matter of weeks. 2 or 3, maybe, walking only in the nuit. I am so excited! Finalement we will be able to depart these horrible Rebublicans. And their leader, Napoleon.