A lame poem

The words won't come,

They are stuck inside.

My mouth is dumb,

And my brain is fried. 

What to say, how to express

My feelings cannot be said in any phrase,

My heart's a mess. 

My head is in a haze.

Happy, sad, or mad,

I feel them all, but also none. 

I feel content, with nothing to add. 

And with that am I done?

What do I feel in my heart?

It's not hurt, and is still there

It has not been hit with cupid's dart. 

And yet I must beware.

Life can come at me quick.

I must be ready to take it in,

Through good and bad, thin and thick

I can write, and in determination lift my chin. 

A Blast From The Past (Part 5)

What to do? I wondered. I had asked myself this before, but now that Travis was asking it, I thought harder. 

"Well what do you know?" I asked Travis.

"There was a man named Charles, me before apparently,who wrote Early In The Morning before he died."

"I was, before, a woman named Emily who died of pnemonia."

"Charles loved Emily, but was engaged to Mary." 

"What if that's what we have to do?" I murmered. 

"What? Get married?"

"Well not that far." I smiled. Travis didn't.

"No," Travis said. "No," and he walked away. 

The visions/memories only got more fequent as the days went by. They told the story of my supposed life. I wanted nothing more than for them to go away. Travis avoided me, even more than before, he even moved his seat in History. A week after their confortation, Travis started dating another girl names Jamie. I admit, I was hurt. I really liked Travis and here he was dating another  girl. My heart ached more than it should for a high school crush.  I then realized it was the feelings from Emily and Charles, reflecting now. I, unlike her was not going to die over a stupid guy.

Days went by, the memories coming more often, and with greater clarity. I wonder if the same thing was happening to Travis. I saw Travis with Jamie every day, and every time I felt a little pang in my heart. I was walking in the rain at school, one day, and saw Travis heading towards me, Jamie walking next to him. As I tried to pass them, somehow i fell, and rolled down the hill that sloped off the sidewalk. I rolled for a minute before I felt my head hit something, and everything went black. 

I woke up in a hospital bed, Gwen, my parents, and Travis standing over me. 

"Where am I?" I asked. 

"The hospital, you hit your head on a rock," my mother replied. 

"Oh," so that's why my head throbbed. 

"Gave us quite a scare,"Gwen said. I looked at Travis, who had an unreadable expression on his face. The doctor came in to take some tests, and I drifted off to sleep. When I woke up again, only Travis was there. 

"Hey," I said faintly.

"Hey." 

"I can't believe I fell."

"Me either," he sighed. "I looked over and you had disappeared. I saw you rolling down the hill, and when I got to you, you were bleeding." He shivered slightly. 

"Oh," was all I could say. 

"So I brought you to the nurse-"

"Wait," I interupted. "You carried me all the way to the nurse?"

"Yes," Travis smiled. "And you are heavier than you look."

"That's really nice of you to say so," I said sarcastically, a smile on my lips. 

"Well I tell it as it is." Travis fell silent, a strange look on his face. Finally he said. "Have you been having more memories?"

"Yes, they are more frequent and clearer, it's getting annoying."

"Tell me about it." He paused again. "When you fell, I had another memory. Where Emily died, and all I could think was 'what if that happens to Ally?' " He took my head. "And I didn't want that to happen. Ever." I squeezed his hand. 

After I was released from the hospital, the memories became less frequent, and soon stopped altogether. Probably because Travis and I were dating. Things returned to normal, except every now and again a soft tune pops into my head, and Travis always starts to sing the words that we both know so well.

The End 

A Blast From The Past (Part 4)

I searched the library shelves for books on reincarnation. I found some books, and then sat down at the computer. I looked on wikipedia for reincarnation, a new personality is developed during each life in the physical world, but some part of the self remains constant throughout the succesive lives. What if this was true? What if I was Emily reincarnated? That would explain the song, and the weird visions. What was she supposed to do? Why was she remembering this now? What was special about this time in her life? Travis. What if Travis was Charles reincarnated? Gwen could be Abigail. It all made sense. How Gwen and her became crazy close friends super fast and the chemistry she felt with Travis. 

When I got home i read the books I had gotten from the library about reincarnation. I soon became convinced that this theory might be right. I went to sleep thinking about this possibility. The possibility that I was once a woman named Emily. I had loved Charles, and I died of pnemonia. A shiver went up my spine at the thought of my death, or Emily's death. I refused to think about her/my death. I dreamed that I was split in two, one of me was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, my hair it's normal waviness. The second me was dressed in old-fashioned clothes, my hair curled and pulled back into a bun. The old-fashioned me was moaning. 

"Charles," I repeated over and over. "Why did you leave me? We shall never be together now." The modern me was just staring at the old-fashioned me, wondering what to do. 

I woke the next morning just as muddled as the night before. I needed to sort this out, but who would believe me? Even in my head I sounded loopy. At school I felt out of place, and awkward. Everyone was going about their buisness and I was practically having a metal breakdown. Gwen asked me what was wrong first period. I hesitated for a moment, debating whether or not to tell her, but then decided against it. I instead told her that I didn't get alot of sleep last night. 

It was during history that I got asked that same question, this time from Travis. He turned around once I had sat down.

"Are you ok?" he asked.  

"Ok," I hesitated again, debating whether or not to tell him about what I had learned.  This time I decided to tell him. He had had some of the same experiences as me. "I need to talk to you, soon." 

"Ok, after school," Travis said nodding. 

After school I was at my locker when Travis came up. He leaned against the locker next to mine. 

"What's up?" He asked. I looked at him. He had an expectant look on his face. How could I tell him what I was thinking?

"I don't know how to tell you this."

"What?"

"You're going to think I'm crazy," I muttered, more to myself than to him.

"Ally, just tell me," Travis said.

"I think I can explain all the things that have been happening to us."

"Really? What?"

"Reincarnation." Travis just stared at me. 

"Reincarnation? Ally are you kidding me?"

"No. It all makes sense. Think about it Travis." He looked as if he was pondering this, and after a moment slowly nodded. 

"You might be right, but what are we going to do about it?"

Blast From The Past (Part 3)

Travis and I avoided each other as much as possible. When in gym we were on the same kickball team and were standing next to each other we were forced to interact. 

"Did you have another dream?" He asked. 

"No," I answered truthfully. Since that one day in the hallway a few days back I hadn't had another dream about him. 

"Me either. It was awful weird." 

"Yea," our team was called to go to the outfield  and the conservation was ended. Danny, the tallest guy in our class came up to bat. He kicked it hard. Gwen called my name and I turned to look at her. When I turned back I saw the hard, plastic ball coming at me. Before I could do anything it hit me. I felt the blood come out of my nose suddenly i felt my strength draining,and i fell to the ground. Gwen was the first one to get to me and Travis was next, I barely saw them, my vision was blurring. A strong reaction to a bloody nose, i thought. I blinked and Gwen looked different. Her hair was pulled back, with a few curls loose. She was also dressed in an older style dress. Travis looked like he did in my dream. 

"Abigail," I said to Gwen in a raspy voice. "Thank you for all you have done for me."

"You're welcome, you were always a great friend," Gwen responded, tears rolling down her face. 

"Charles," I coughed out. Travis leaned closer to me. "I always loved you."

"Emily," Travis choked out. 

"I wish we had had more time,"I whispered. Darkness started to close in on me. I tried to fight it, but it overpowered me. I heard someone calling me.

"Ally, Ally," a voice penetrated my consciousness. I willed myself to open my eyes, and saw everyone crowding around me. I shook my head to clear it from the weird vision i had. 

"Ally are you ok?" Gwen asked, worried.

"Yea," I brought a hand up to my nose and found it still bleeding. 

"You should go to the nurse," my gym teacher Mrs. Bindley said. Gwen helped me up and that's where i went. 

I came back from the nurse during History, the class after gym. My nose was fine, but I was weirded out by the vision i had had while i was out. Things were getting weirder and weirder. What could all of these things mean? These thoughts went on in my head during the stupid movie that was playing. 

By the end of the day I decided something had to be done. I went to the library and searched the old obituaries. After hard searching I found Charles Scott. He had died of suicide a manuscript to Early In The Morning in his hands. He had been engaged to Mary at the time.  Going a little bit further back I found Emily Baker. She died of pneumonia. I was unsurprised. I somehow already knew this, but how could I? A though came into my head. Reincarnation. 

A Blast From The Past (Part 2)

That night I lay in bed thinking about the day. Why did Travis and I know a song from the 19th century? And more importantly what were the odds that we just happened to be singing  this song at the same time? Finally I drifted off to sleep, and dreamed.

In my dream I was dressed in a black old-fashioned dress and walking through a field of heather. It was just daybreak, and I was walking towards a house with tears streaming down my face mixing in with the rain falling from the sky. I was reciting Early One Morning. 

"Oh don't deceive me, Oh never leave me, How could you use a poor maiden so?" I was reciting it so someone in the house could hear me. Someone who had hurt me greatly. I looked towards the house window and saw someone coming to the window. Just as he or she was about to open the window, a blaring sound jerked me awake. I turned my alarm off and got ready for school. It was first period, Spanish 3, that I noticed Travis staring at me weirdly. Every time I looked his way he would look away. I was extremely weirded out by this. Travis hadn't really paid me much attention  since the day he had come to our school.  I wondered why now all of a sudden he was being all weird about me. Gwen seemed to notice as well. On our way to History, we were talking and she mentioned it.

 "Travis was looking at you a lot during Spanish"

"I noticed, I wonder why."

 "Hey he's cute, who cares why," Gwen laughed. I laughed as well. We reached history, we were watching a boring movie on Napoleon Bonaparte. The song was playing in my head again. I softly sang the words to myself. It was then that I realized Travis was humming the song again. It was bugging me that he knew the song too. It didn't seem like a well-known or much-used song. I couldn't concentrate on the movie, and instead thought about my weird dream. Suddenly I was back in that heather field, looking up at the window, waiting to see who would appear. The window opened, and I saw Travis. This version of Travis, however, was at least twenty. I opened my mouth to say something, to ask him why he had hurt me  when there was a loud crash. I opened my eyes, I had fallen asleep during the movie, and my teacher was not very happy, as he had slapped a desk to wake me up. It seemed I wasn't the only one. Travis had fallen asleep as well. Our teacher, Mr. Leonard, frowned at us. 

"Pay attention, and no more sleeping" he said going back to his desk. Travis turned around for a second and gave me a look.The look spoke of confusion, and being weirded out. I gave him the same look. Why was I dreaming of him? It wasn't even a normal dream, not that I have many of those, but still. Where did i get this field of heather? Or that house that Travis was in? Why was he twenty in my dream instead of seventeen? His hair was also way different from his normal windswept, longish dark brown hair. The whole thing was weird. At the end of the day I went to my locker. The hallway that held my locker was eerily empty and quiet. I was getting my books when suddenly there was a voice.

"Ally," it said. I nearly screamed, heart beating way too fast, I turned to see Travis. 

"You scared me."

"Sorry. Um.." He looked awkward, as if he didn't know how to say what he wanted to say. "Did you figure out what song that was?" It took me a second to figure out what he meant, since it was so random.

"Yeah, it's called Early One Morning," he seemed unsurprised at the name. "Have you heard of it before?"

"It sounds so familiar, but I can't understand why." He started humming the song again, and I suddenly, not even realizing it, starting singing the song. A flowery smell wafted up to my nose. I didn't have time to wonder at this. I blinked and I was back in the field from my dream. I looked up at the house window and saw the older Travis looking down at me. 

"Emily, what are you doing here?"

"Charles, I heard about Mary. That you are betrothed to her."

"Emily, it's not like that..."

"How can it not be? Is it true?"

"Yes, but.."
 "Then it's true," I then launched into the lyrics from Early One Morning. "Oh don't deceive me, Oh never leave me,How could you use a poor maiden so? Remember the vows that you made to me truly; Remember how tenderly you nestled close to me. Gay is the garland, fresh are the roses I've culled from the garden to bind over thee. Here I now wander alone as I wonder Why did you leave me to sigh and complain? I ask of the roses, why should I be forsaken? Why must I here in sorrow remain? Through yonder grove, by the spring that is running, There you and I have so merrily played, Kissing and courting and gently sporting, Oh, my innocent heart you've betrayed! How could you slight so a pretty girl who loves you, A pretty girl who loves you so dearly and warm? Though love's folly is surely but a fancy, Still it should prove to me sweeter than your scorn. Soon you will meet with another pretty maiden, Some pretty maiden, you'll court her for a while; Thus ever ranging, turning and changing, Always seeking for a girl that is new."

"Emily..."

"It's Miss Baker, thank you. Goodbye Mr. Scott." I turned around and walked back through the heather, ignoring his calls to come back. I blinked again and it was gone. 

Travis and I looked at each other. 

"Did you just see that?" Travis asked.

"Yes," I replied. 

"It's so weird, last night and in history I had a dream similar to that."

"Me too, in mine I walked to the house and then in history the window opened and you popped your head out."

"In mine I was sitting by a fireplace and heard someone. I went to my window, and in history opened it and saw you in a weird getup."

"It's quite strange." I said. We stood there awkwardly for a minute before saying goodbye and going our seperate ways. 

A Blast From the Past

That tune. The one the boy in front of me was humming. It was so familiar, but i couldn't place why. The  boy, Travis, was new this year. He sat in front of me in History, and was in my math class and gym class, but otherwise I had no classes with him. I wondered what he was humming. If only I could place the song. I debated whether or not to ask him what he was humming, but since i didn't really know him I decided against it. He continued humming, and eventually my curiosity, and annoyance, got the best of me.

 "Hey Travis," i said softly so my teacher wouldn't hear me. 

 "What?" he whispered back.

 "What song are you humming?" 

 "I dunno it kinda just popped into my head."

 "Oh," i leaned back in my seat disappointed and weirdly frustrated. I wanted to know what song it was. 

 "Why?" he asked.

 "It sounds familiar for some reason," he nodded and I tried to listen to the lesson on Napoleon Bonaparte, but I couldn't. It was annoying me, not knowing what song it was. Annoying me more than it should. I started doodling in my notebook instead of taking notes, but instead of doodling my hand starting writing song lyrics. Early one morning, just as the sun was rising, I heard a maid sing in the valley below "Oh don't deceive me, Oh never leave me, How could you use, a poor maiden so?" The lyrics were familiar but i had no idea why. It wasn't a modern song that was on my ipod, or on the radio. For some reason I believed it was an older song. The bell rang, dismissing the class and bringing me out of my thoughts. 

I showed the song lyrics to my best friend Gwen, but they didn't seem familiar to her. The rest of the day i wondered about those lyrics until finally, eighth period i had a study hall so i went to the library and got on the computer. I typed the lyrics into google and found they belonged to a song called "Early One Morning." Reading the rest of the lyrics I still couldn't place where the song came from. I listened to the midi of the song and found it was the same tune that Travis had been humming. I wondered at this, and was kinda weirded out that Travis and I both knew what seemed like a pretty obscure song. I didn't share with Gwen my findings, I wasn't sure what they meant myself. 

Check out: Wikipedia for Early One Morning

Listen to midi of Early One Morning and see Lyrics

Are You A Man or a Mouse?

James stared at Billy in disbelief of what he had just said. 

"Kill? You want me to kill Harry?"

"Yeah, if you want to be in our gang."

"I don't know man."

"C'mon dude, you chicken or something?"

"No, it's just..."

"Dude, Harry's a nobody, no one's gonna miss him."

"True, but..."

"James, if you don't do this you're out. You will be an outcast at school. Do you really want that?"

"No."

"Then just go to Harry's house and pull the trigger. Easy." 

"What if I get caught?"

"You won't. This gun is untraceable, just make sure you wear gloves, and no one will suspect you have a problem with Harry to want to kill him. It's the perfect crime."

"Well if you're sure...."

"I am, good luck," Billy handed James a pair of latex gloves, which James put on. Billy then handed him a small pistol. 

James walked to Harry's apartment. He was nervous and every little sound made him jump. Finally he reached his apartment, he jumped up the fire escape and climbed the stairs to get to Harry's apartment. He climbed through the open window. He tiptoed his way to the other room  where he heard the tv. He saw Harry sitting in the chair in front of the tv. James walked up to Harry. When Harry saw him he gasped.

"What are you doing here?" James didn't respond, but raised the gun. "Wait, why are you doing this?"

"I'm sorry," James said before he started to pull the trigger, but stopped when he saw Harry's scared face. He couldn't go through with it. He slowly lowered the gun.

"What is with you man?" Harry asked.

"I'm sorry," was all James could say.

"Do you really hate me that much?"

"No, it was a gang initiation." James broke the number one rule of the gang by telling Harry that, but he didn't care anymore.

"What's going to happen to you now?"

"I don't know, and I don't really care," James turned to go. 

"Hey," he turned back. "Thanks man."

"You're welcome," James turned back and went back down the fire escape. He knew what his life was to be like now. He would have no friends in school, and the rest of the gang would call him a chicken. James knew, however, that he was anything but a chicken. He had stood up against peer pressure and had done the right thing. He was a man. 

Victor and Carlo

"Carlo, how are you?"

"I'm good Victor, what are you doing here?"

"Doing a little shopping, the Mrs. has got me doing her errands."

"Ha ha I know what you mean."

"Have you talked to Al lately?"

"Yes I saw him the other day."

"How did he look?"

"Not good I'm afraid."

"Is he sick?"

"Yes, but he left town for a while."

"I was going to visit him, but I guess I can't now."

"It is probably for the best."

"I'm visiting Denny tonight. We're going out for coffee."

"Give him my best."

"I will, Fredrick sends his best wishes to you."

"When will you see him again?"

"Tomorrow afternoon, we have an appointment."

"I hope it's all good news."

"I hope so too, you know how it's not good to get on the wrong side of the boss."

"Ha ha how true, he certainly can have a bit of a temper." 

"I had best be going, it was good talking to you Carlo."

"You too Victor, have a good time with Denny."

"I'm sure it will be a blast."  

Can anyone guess their jobs? They have the same one. 

How Great Thou Art

How Great Thou Art lyrics, that great hymn. 

O Lord my God, When I in awesome wonder,

Consider all the worlds Thy Hands have made;

I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,

Thy power throughout the universe displayed.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,

How great Thou art, How great Thou art.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,

How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

When through the woods, and forest glades I wander,

And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees.

When I look down, from lofty mountain grandeur

And see the brook, and feel the gentle breeze.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,

How great Thou art, How great Thou art.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,

How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

And when I think, that God, His Son not sparing;

Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in;

That on the Cross, my burden gladly bearing,

He bled and died to take away my sin.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,

How great Thou art, How great Thou art.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,

How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

When Christ shall come, with shout of acclamation,

And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart.

Then I shall bow, in humble adoration,

And then proclaim: "My God, how great Thou art!"

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,

How great Thou art, How great Thou art.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,

How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

Walls

If walls could talk, what would they say?

What stories they hold,

What secrets they keep,

What history that lays within theam.

What lessons could they teach,

What things could we learn?

What stories could be passed on,

What messages could be shared?

What pain they have seen,

What joy they have witnessed,

What horror they have sat through.

If walls could talk, what would they say?

Snow Rocks

School is

Never

Open with this

White stuff 

Raining from 

Overhead

Cool! I can

Kick back and

Sleep. 

HAPPY SNOW DAY!

The Princess And The Pea (A Retelling) Part 4

Princess Rose walked to the ballroom ready for her first test. Angelica had told her it was to be about  the history of the kingdom, and she was ready. Angelica had told her all the questions, and the answers. She was going to ace the test. The doors opened and a man introduced her. Everyone in the room turned to see her. She was dressed in a light pink dress that had a full skirt that reached the floor. Her light brown hair was in a bun,and a tiara rested on her head. She looked every bit the princess she was supposed to be.  She walked down the stairs, her slippers making no sound. When she reached the bottom Prince Calvin offered his hand which she took. He lead her over to his parents who then started the test. Every question they threw at Princess Rose, she answered correct. They were shocked, no one had gotten every single question right. They had no choice, but to say Princess Rose had passed the test. The whole court rejoiced. 

For the rest of the afternoon, while the king and queen were developing another test, Princess Rose and Prince Calvin talked as they walked the castle grounds. They discussed art, literature, and poetry. They found they had similar opinions in the subjects, and talked amiablly about such things until it came time for dinner. 

Over the next few days the king and queen threw everything they had at Princess Rose, but she still managed to pass every test. She and Prince Calvin were growing closer and as their wedding seemed a sure thing, they fell in love. The king and queen discussed what the next test was to be. A jousting competion to test her strength? An ediqutte test to to try her manners? Whatever it was, it had to be hard. They were discussing this when they noticed a cat in the study. The queen abhorred cats and ordered her servants to close all the doors so they could capture the black cat. The servants obeyed, and after sealing all exits, they proceeded to try and capture the cat. The cat ran around the room, causing the servants to bump into each other, or the furniture. The king, an expert hunter, was the one who finally grabbed the cat by the fur. 

"Bring it to the cook for dinner," his wife said. "Cats are only good for eating." The queen had had a most unfortunate experience with felines in her youth that scared her for life concerning the creatures. Her husband sympathized with her, but eating the poor creature was a bit extreme. Before either one could do anything, the cat transformed into a mouse. 

"A witch!" the king exclaimed as the mouse-witch dropped to the floor. The mouse scurried to a hole in the wall, but never made it, for a servant-who was actually a skilled wizard- had put a spell on it, making it unable to move. The wizard was the most skilled in the art of magic that the kingdom had seen in years, and the poor witch was no match for him. He cast a spell that revealed her true form. The mouse transformed into a woman with red hair. Angelica. 

"Who are you?" The king asked. She made no answer. "Tell me, or I shall have you hanged!"

"Angelica," was her curt reply. 

"What is your purpose here?" the queen asked. Again there was no response. 

"ANSWER!!!!" The king roared. Angelica trembled. She could have turned him into a frog, but the wizard held her captive. 

"I was lost."

"Fredrick, throw her in the dungeon," the king ordered one of the servants. 

"Wait!" Angelica shouted. She didn't want to rat out Rose, but she didn't want to sleep with rats either. No way was she going to the dungeon. "I was trying to to find out what the next test was about."

"Did you do this for the other tests?" When Angelica hesitated, the king motioned to Fredrick.

"Yes, I did!" Angelica admitted, while silently apologizing to Rose. 

"So that's why Princess Rose got all the answers right," the queen said, feeling better. She had been thinking that she was losing her touch. 

"Yes." 

"Well let's have a word or two with this Princess Rose," the king said.

Princess Rose walked into the throne room. She had no idea why the king and queen had called her there. Maybe it was about the next test. When she walked into the room, there was no announcement of her arrival. It was then that Princess Rose knew something was afoot. As she walked to the the three thrones of the king, queen, and prince, none of them looked happy. The king looked outraged, the queen looked disdainful, and the prince looked hurt. Princess Rosecurtsied. 

"Your majesties," she said. "You asked for me?"

"Yes, we have someone you know," the king said. He made a motion and a servant brought forward a squirming Angelica.  Princess Rose knew there was no use denying theiracquaintance. 

"Yes, I do know her," Princess Rose admitted.

"So you did cheat on the tests!" The queen cried.

"Yes," Princess Rose replied, downcast.

"Why?" Prince Calvin asked.

"How else was I to marry you? I come from a small kingdom of no consequence, and you would never marry a girl like me."

"Enough," the king said, "take her to the dungeon."

"No!" Prince Calvin shouted, standing up and walking over to hold Princess Rose's hand, "I love her, I don't care if she cheated. I want to marry her."

"But she cheated," the queen said.

"Give me one last test," Princess Rose pleaded. "If I don't pass I'll leave, if I pass..."

"We'll get married," Prince Calvin finished. The king and queen looked at each other and after a moment nodded. 

Princess Rose went to bed late that night. She and Prince Calvin had been studying for the test, whatever it might be. They studied up on history, etiquette, food, botany, and anything else they thought could be tested on. She was tired as anything, but knew she wouldn't be able to sleep a wink for she was too worried about the test the following morning. 

Princess Rose walked down the stairs into the ballroom, everyone was there to await the outcome of the final test. No one but the royal family knew about her cheating ways. Rose walked over to where the king, queen, and prince sat on their thrones. Princess Rose curstied, and Prince Calvin smiled at her. 

"Well Princess Rose are you ready for your final test?" the king asked.

"Yes," Princess Rose responded, holding back a yawn. 

"Didn't you sleep well?" the queen asked.

"No, I kept tossing and turning, I just could not fall asleep." 

"Even after we studied all night?" Prince Calvin asked.

"Yes, I was not able to sleep, and my back is killing me," Princess Rose said truthfully. 

"You passed the test!" The Queen exclaimed. 

"What? How?" 

"We put a pea under your mattress to test if you were a real princess, delicite and precise, and you are." The king explained.

"A pea? That bother me? Yeah right!" Princess Rose exclaimed, not telling the real reason behind her sleep loss. The king and queen showed her the pea that had "kept her awake",  and they set the date for the wedding.  Prince Calvin and Princess Rose got married and lived happily ever after. The End. 

The Princess And The Pea (A Retelling) Part 2

Princess Rose dropped her bags in her room. It was a magnificant room, canopy bed, big fireplace, a rather large window. It was indeed a room fit for a princess. Princess Rose laughed as she flopped onto the bed. Soon a little black bird flew in from the window and landed on a chair by the bed. The black bird-called the Black Death for supersitious reasons, that the black bird brings death- was not common in that area, but Princess Rose seemed unsuprised at the bird entrance. Suddenly the bird transformed into a pretty young woman. She was dressed in black and had red hair. Two common signs of a witch, which she was. She was Anjelica, a witch descended from the best witches of the neigboring kingdoms. She was also Princess Rose's closest friend. 

"So did you meet the famous prince?" she asked crossing her legs and looking at Princess Rose critically.

"Yeah."

"And?"

"Eh..." Princess Rose said non-commitally.

"Eh? That's all I get. Is he as cute as everyone says he is?"

"Ok ok fine, yes he is every bit as handsome as everyone says."

"Details girl!" 

"He has black hair, chisled face, and blue eyes."

"Mhmmm, sounds cute. So did they accept you?"

"Yeah, they don't even suspect," Princess Rose smiled. "I start the tests tomorrow." 

"Oh really. Well let's see what the fly on the wall finds out about the test," Anjelica transformed into a fly and flew out of the room. Princess Rose laid on her bed starring up, happy. She had no doubt that one day she would marry Prince Calvin, and one day be queen.

The Princess and The Pea (A Retelling)

There was an edict issued throughout the kingdom of Apola, ruled by the strong King Phillip and his fair wife, the Queen Jacqueline. The edict concerned their handsome young son, Prince Calvin, that he would have to marry, but only the greatest of all princesses. Also if he married he would invite the whole kingdom to the wedding, it would be the event of the century. All princesses with any desire to marry the prince were to report to the castle. However there were rumors throughout the land that the princesses would have to pass tests in order to marry the prince. Despite the rumors throngs of princesses flocked to the castle, hoping to pass whatever tests might come in order to win the prince's hand. One by one they failed the test. They told of horrible tests that tested if "they were real princesses" as the queen called it. They told of tests that tested their intelligence, their strength, their grace, their delicacy, and their beauty. If they failed one part of the test, they were graciously asked to leave. It seemed as if the king and queen deemed no one worthy to marry their only son. It seemed as if the prince would never marry. Soon came a princess like none other. Her name was Princess Rose. She had the papers to prove her heritage, and now had only to pass the tests that would be thrown her way. She was not like the other princesses, oh no! She- where the other princesses were delicate, quiet, and snobby- was sturdy, talkative, and down to earth. The prince was enchanted with her. The kingdom was sure this was the girl for him. 

Every Day

Every Day, Every passing day

The majority of my life

Seems a little Grey 

And filled with some strife. 

Every Day, Every passing hour

As time continues to pass by

I seem to be more than a little dour

And I am puzzled as to why.

Every Day, Every passing bit

Around me the world goes on 

I stand still, unable to make it

Little by little I grow more withdrawn.

Every Day, Every Passing breath

My life wastes away before me

Bringing me closer to death

Only then shall I be free. 

What Advice To Give?

What advice to give, what wisedom to tell?

On what should the next generation dwell?

Don't do drugs, don't drink and drive,

if you want to stay alive.

Listen to your parents, like you should

and make sure your grades are good. 

Eat your veggies to grow up strong

enjoy life and your youth all your days long.

Would it go in one ear and out the other?

Like getting advice from a sister or a brother.

Would they disregard it like we did as well.

Advice given is wisedom recieved, on that we should dwell. 

Sticks and Stones may break bones

Sticks and stones may break my bones

but words bring greater moans.

Words hurt more than physical pain

bruises and cuts heal, but words will remain.

Biting words said in anger bring despair 

watch what you say and beware.

What you say may bring more than just hurt,

with danger don't flirt. 

Food Quizzes!!!!Yum!!!

You Are Lemon Meringue Pie

You're the perfect combo of sassy and sweet. You always know how to brighten someone's mood, but you're not overly sappy. In fact, you can be a bit too honest at times. And most people find that refreshing. While you're always true to yourself, you keep things light. That's how people are able to stomach your slightly bitter outlook. Those who like you have well refined tastes. You're complicated - and let's face it - a true enigma. You enjoy defying expectations, and there are many layers to your personality. There's not one easy way to define you.

What Kind of Pie Are You?

You Are an Apple

You are strong, powerful, and even a bit stubborn at times. You have enough strength to help those around you in trouble. You are adventurous and charming. Many people are drawn to you. You love life, and you enjoy traveling the world. You enjoy fine food, art, and culture. People have accused you of being a snob, but that's not accurate. You do enjoy the best things in life. Unlike snobs, you truly appreciate quality... not just pretend to.

What Type of Fruit Are You?

You Are A Vanilla Ice Cream Girl

Flexible. Easygoing. Classic.

What Flavor Ice Cream Girl Are You?

You Are Strawberry Ice Cream

A bit shy and sensitive, you are sweet to the core. You often find yourself on the outside looking in. Insightful and pensive, you really understand how the world works. You are most compatible with chocolate chip ice cream.

What Flavor Ice Cream Are You?

You Are Fish

You have a well formed palate and a daring appetite. If it's served to you, you'll at least try it. People are pretty scared of your exotic ways. But once they get a taste of you, they're addicted!

What Kind of Meat Are You?

You are Milk Chocolate

A total dreamer, you spend most of your time with your head in the clouds. You often think of the future, and you are always working toward your ideal life. Also nostalgic, you rarely forget a meaningful moment... even those from long ago.

What Kind of Chocolate Are You?

New Year

Happy New Year! A new year, a clean slate. Hopefully 2009 will be better than 2008. My new year's resolution is to get published, or- since that will probally never happen- to finish a full-lengthed novel. 100 plus pages. Ok good luck with that! So far I'm at 52 pages in one story and 45 in another. Maybe one day you'll get to buy them at the bookstore!