tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35941757459517826002024-03-13T04:24:52.961-07:00Laura's JournalCome see my journey in writing my storys and other random stuff (all reated to my writing of course. Hehe)Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247086258357985632noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594175745951782600.post-57623617572551941402016-04-04T09:04:00.005-07:002016-04-04T09:08:46.617-07:00Reveiw- A Pony Called Angel, by Linda Chapman<br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">A Horse called Angel is by Linda
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">The main character is an 11 year
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">Rosie is pony-mad, all she wants in
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">She is granted the wish of looking
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">Together, along with Angel, they
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">A Horse Called Angel is a wonderful
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Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247086258357985632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594175745951782600.post-91156841916702054182015-10-31T16:22:00.001-07:002015-10-31T16:22:46.035-07:00White Promise - Halloween 2015<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/mZ0D2ZMSG0g" width="459"></iframe><br />Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247086258357985632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594175745951782600.post-33136956454077179562015-10-04T15:26:00.001-07:002015-10-04T15:26:17.663-07:00Lily James - Learning to ride a horse<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/CaH9J_jRuPQ" width="480"></iframe><br />Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247086258357985632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594175745951782600.post-56959832641666939272015-03-28T15:37:00.003-07:002015-03-28T15:37:16.778-07:002015 White ShadowBOO!! <br />
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Hey guys, LONG time no Blog, anyway, just thought I'd say hi and tell you i'll be picking up my Blog more now. <br />
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On the re-writes of a new story, now called, 'White Shadow.'<br />
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It's a story of 2 sisters who escape a orphanage, and Anna, who is the eldest, has to care for Flora, who is only 7 and knows very little of the world. Flora gets kidnapped and Anna has to travel to save her from being adopted out. I'll tell more when it gets totally polished to be sent off!<br />
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Here's a pic of how I see Anna:<br />
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Laura. xLaurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247086258357985632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594175745951782600.post-23859839020064386402013-02-13T04:13:00.003-08:002013-02-13T04:13:52.424-08:00Re-Writes And NewsHey Guys! <br />
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I'm into Re-Writes on my story and THIS time, I'm gunna do it! I'm gunna get published! =D<br />
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*Determined face*<br />
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Oh! I meet Maggi Gibson sometimes for 1 to 1's on my story! =) Here:<br />
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Oh! I got something in the post a week ago! <br />
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SEE? Keep Believing! Stuff DOE'S happen! =D<br />
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Have a FAB time whatever you're doing! =D<br />
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Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247086258357985632noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594175745951782600.post-70815946316239216472013-01-02T04:39:00.001-08:002013-01-02T09:19:21.537-08:00MY TOP 5 BOOKS OF 2012!Hey guys! Late posted, I KNOW! =D Hope all of you had a BRILL Christmas and New Year? <br />
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Drop ALL your doing and scroll down to see my top 5 FAVE books in 2012!<br />
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1) Alice B Lovely - Karen Maccombie<br />
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This, is a BRILL and FAB book about how you should ALWAYS be yourself and try not caring how the world or anyone else sees you. It's 5.99 in Bookshops but its SO worth it! <br />
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2) The Seriously Sassy, Pinch Me, I'm Dreaming - Maggi Gibson<br />
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FAVE book in the set of three! WONDERFULLY told and its so true about living your dream and the Pulls that come along with it. Also, Tween love, its painful, confusing and its ALL in this book! Also 5.99<br />
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3) Dr Who, Dead of Winter.<br />
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Ok. I have a MASSIVE HOOK on Dr Who. Series 5 onwards. Dunno what it is but ANYTHING with Amy Pond in, I like. Ok, that sounds cheesy but really, this book is really cool and a PURE adventure story. 7.99<br />
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4. Butterfly Summer - Anne Marie Conway<br />
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BRILL book! Its full of mystery and intense emotions. I LOVED it! 6.99<br />
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5. A Dog Called Homeless - Sarah Leann<br />
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THIS book is SO AMAZING that it should be in my top 5! I would say to ANYONE! BUY IT! So amazing and emotional! Sarah captures the mood of us who are lonely and in need of family love so well. She's an Angel and she writes amazingly. 6.99<br />
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There it is. My top five! What books did YOU read in 2012 that were Amazing? What did you do for New Years? Let me know! <br />
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xxxxLaurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247086258357985632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594175745951782600.post-28644473677292279202012-12-25T12:37:00.003-08:002012-12-25T12:37:36.772-08:00Chores<u>10 weeks earlier..</u><br /><br /> "You should count yourself lucky that I even allow you to stay in this house with me and my two wonderful daughters. Let alone that I let you eat our food!"<br /><br /> Paula exclaimed, watching telly in the front room.<br /><br /> Her two daughters Ivy and Holly, were sharing nail polish on the sofa next to her, laughing and joking over boys. Amelia could see they were reading Twist magazine.<br /><br /> "ARE you listening?!!" Amelia snapped her eyes back on her stepmothers firm, staggering stare.<br /><br /> "Yes, I was."<br /><br /> "Yes what?"<br /><br /> "Yes Mame."<br /><br /> Her stepmother scoffed, a smirk played on her lips.<br /><br /> "Good. Repeat what I said." She challenged.<br /><br /> Amelia looked to the floor.<br /><br /> "I should count myself lucky that I stay here, let alone that I share your food." She recited, out of her memory.<br /><br /> Paula nodded. "Go and do your chores then, and remember," A smile played on her lips as she recited the daily list,<br /><br /> "You have the washing to do, after you mucked out and cleaned, and filled the horses feed buckets, which you have to do first of course. Oh, and there’s washing the dishes." She locked her eyes back onto the telly. <br /><br /> "And,"<br /><br /> Amy stopped in the doorway.<br /><br /> "Pick out Solo and Berry’s feet. I’m having them ridden today."<br /><br /> "Very well." Amy replied, hiding the sigh that was trying to escape. She left the room.Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247086258357985632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594175745951782600.post-91329942269610302012012-12-03T10:25:00.003-08:002012-12-03T10:25:28.162-08:00Near Jouneys End
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">“So, do you think that we’ll see
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Sparkle said nothing for a moment,
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">A rustle in the bush made them
both swing round. There stood the shape of the most glamorous woman in the
world, looking kind and calm at the pair of friends. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">“It's not easy being the Stag of
The Winters Herd, fearing humans all the time, that might come and take a Fawn
or Buck from you.” Molly stopped, then looked at Shadow, for help. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">The Stag did not move. His antlers
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">“I came to earth before and, to
two sisters. They were both entraced by the magic I held,” He seemed to be
reliving a VERY painful memory or thought just then, “One, your mother, tried
to trap me. The same way that she tried to do the same to my son.” He breathed
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">“You looked like her when you came
to take Sparkle from me in this very forest,” He stopped, shifting his hoof
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">“That’s why you attacked me? I
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">The Stag locked eyes with her then
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">She held her daughter close and
then eased her back into her chair, feeling very sorry for her daughter, Asha
could see it in her face as she came up to her and held her arms out to Asha,
offering a hug. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Asha stayed where she was
standing, not knowing what to do at this act of kindness. The last time she was
hugged, she was jabbed with a needle and she had been kidnapped by her own
mother! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">“Have you got anything in your
pockets?” Said Asha, thinking something was in the ladys pockets, that she was
hiding something from her. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Molly laughed gently. She then put
her hands into her dress pockets and pulled out mints, a rubber band and her
pink mobile out of the other pocket.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">“This is all I have darling,” She
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Asha silently, and nervously,
stepped forwards. She was then gently pulled into the woman’s kind hold. Molly
kissed her head and stroked her hair.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">“Your hurting, I know. It’ll get
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Asha then tried to escape the hug
and the woman held onto her, a little forcefully. “I know your mother. I’m her
sister. She told me you escaped her.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">“I’ll never give you or your Fawn
over. Please trust me Asha. I love you. You are my niece after all.” She
stroked her golden hair then let the girl go.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Asha was dumbfounded. She stud
there, not ever was she talked to like that! Not EVER was she shown as much
love and kindness as that! NEVER. </span></div>
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flush, all of her hunting tears flushed out of her eyes. </span>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247086258357985632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594175745951782600.post-4816027882021196142012-10-27T01:00:00.006-07:002012-10-27T01:00:50.729-07:00Hiding
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">The Fawn eyed it sceptically,
thinking. His spots glowed now and it could be seen as much as the moon could
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">“Oh no…” Asha quickly looked round
and found, by chance, a spare piece of fabric that was trying to fly away,
trying to catch flight on the wind. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Asha quickly tore it away from the
boat and laid it across the Fawns back. She was feeling much more relived now
that, his shiny spots wouldn’t be a giveaway to anyone who was searching for
them. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">“I’ll just be inside the boat; and
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Sparkle then stepped inside the
row boat, one that hadn’t been hosted yet, and folded his front legs under him,
laying down, to wait for his human partner to return. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">“I’ll come out to you and bring
you cress from my meals or some other plant I can find.” The Fawn eyed her in loneliness.
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<o:p><span style="font-family: Arial;"> </span></o:p></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">“I’ll miss you..” He said unhappily</span>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247086258357985632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594175745951782600.post-22620741568824059152012-10-24T11:06:00.000-07:002012-10-24T11:06:00.935-07:00Leaving.
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Asha went up to the Stag, Seth,
now. She felt timid and shy to be touching such a shining, noble and proud
animal. She reached out and touched his thin, bony chin.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">“Will you come with us?” She
asked. She could hear it in her voice. She was tearing up. She never teared up
now! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">“I shall not.” He replied, as if
he delivered bad news everyday, as if it was normal for him to do so. “I need
to stay here for awhile.” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">He noticed the girl now had tears
coming down her pale, gentle face. He opened his mouth and reached forwards,
making Asha flinch, as if she was expecting pain.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">He licked her salty tears as they
fell from her face. He withdrew his pink tongue and smiled his thin lips. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">“Do not be sad.” He said gently,
“I shall be watching over you from the Tundra, keeping you safe.” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Asha took a shaky breath and
looked over at Sparkle.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Could</i> she do this? <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Could</i>
they travel on their own and help people and animals over seas, all by
themselves?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">“Do not dout yourself so.” Said
the Stag. His head was now streachede out, across Asha’s arm. “You can and will
do this.” He lifted his head and looked at his son. He smiled to himself. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">“You
both need freedom and friendship. You will both get that where you are going.”
He locked his soft yet, noble eyes with Asha’s. “I promise you. I will look out
for you and come if ever you need me.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Asha took a deep breath and forced
a smile that she did not feel. Not at all. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">“Promise?” She asked. The Stag
nodded. “Yes.” He said, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">“Now go.” </span></div>
Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247086258357985632noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594175745951782600.post-50304680885464389142012-10-14T11:03:00.002-07:002012-10-14T11:09:53.386-07:00The Tea-Time Clash<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 145.5pt;">
<span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Arial;">After a few moments of silence, Sally Glass looked eager to get talking. </span><br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Arial;"></span><br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Arial;">She took it upon herself to place her hand onto her daughters. She smiled sweetly.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Arial;">“Come dear, may I pour you some tea at all?” She asked, her voice syrupy sweet, too sweet to be real. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Arial;">“No.” Asha replied simply, “I’m fine.” </span></div>
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<span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Arial;">“No, ‘thank you’?” Sally questioned, a tone of steel in her voice now, creeping in there. Her rosy red lips were pressed into a tight line now, clearly trying not to get what she wanted, for Asha to talk.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Arial;">“No.” Asha replied simply. This, made Sally give out her famous, ‘You’ll tell me one way or another,’ look, to her daughter. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Arial;">“I see.” Sally replied tightly. She then lent and poured some more tea into her own cup, all with her thin legs crossed and retaining her wealthy, and posh posture. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Arial;">Asha did nothing but waited until her mother would talk again. The thing was, her and her mother never talked unless she had something to brag about in her writing. A new plot or characters mean streak. </span></div>
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<o:p><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Arial;"> </span></o:p></div>
<span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">“Now dear, about that fawn that’s outside, in the barn,” </span><br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"></span><br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">This caught Asha’s attention right away. She sat up right then, her eyes wide</span>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247086258357985632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594175745951782600.post-42142073441932223732012-09-08T13:40:00.002-07:002012-09-08T14:35:16.547-07:00Winters Blue Sparkle -The Meeting-<br />
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<span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Arial;">“Greetings Miss Glass.” Asha froze. She felt the wind whip
her hair and stopped in her tracks. A voice. That was a voice! “Do not be
afraid. I will not harm you.” Asha looked round, shaking, with cold and worry
now. “You must keep us a secret. What you are about to see, you shall promise
not to tell anyone else in the world. Do we have your word?” Swallowing, Asha
took a deep breath. “Yes. I promise. I’ll never tell a soul.” She listened for
a reply but had gotten none. “You have a word. I never break a vow once I make
it.” The voice came again. “You shall swear it in blood?” <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Blood?! What?! </i>“Yes, by blood.” She answered after a moment of
silence. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“Very well. We shall come forth now.” Said the voice. Asha
took in a awestruck breathe as the Stag that all of the girls were talking
about, coming forth, graceful and proud, he carried his antlers high and noble.
Coming closer, he looked strict and yet, pleased at the human before him. Once
he had walked proudly over, he stopped a meter away. “I am Seth, leader of the
Winters Herd in the North Pole.” He spoke, with the gentlest of tones. “Look
closer now, Miss Glass and do not fear what you see.” Asha looked, her eyes
trailing upwards somehow, of their own free will. She caught her breathe again,
amazed at what she was seeing. The antlers, tall and strong, were glowing a
dim, shining silver!</span> </span></div>
Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247086258357985632noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594175745951782600.post-9562256990096709702012-07-30T10:20:00.002-07:002012-07-30T10:20:57.703-07:00Summer with Candice<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">The next stop was, indeed, the sea and
sand. Candice grinned as soon as she saw what was ahead of them. She stepped
out of the chariot right away, leaning on the boulder next to the horses. She
took off her sandals. She smiled as she tugged the left one off in a hurry. She
was SO excited! She adored walking barefoot and, this, was NOT an offer that
she was going to ignore! “Come along!” She said happily, leaving her sandals by
the chariot and rushing down onto the sand. She knew she was acting like a five
year old rushing down to make a sand castle. She didn’t care! Leon jumped down,
grinning from ear-to-ear. He placed a hand onto Storms neck, then, one onto
Mistys. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">“Who am in love with again?” He joked to
himself out loud. He was watching her running against the soft waves. This.
This was why he loved her. Her free spirit and her want to turn everything bad
into somthing good. He softly petting his noble steed and then his lovers mare.
He then went to the very rock Candice had been leaning on. He lent on it
himself and took his sandals also. He was not going to be the one that was
being left out of all the fun and joy!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">When he got down there, Candice was laying
on the sand, looking very relaxed and pleased. Leon went up and joined her. He
was now laying now too, his hand on her arm. She smiled. She was so pleased
that he was by her and making calm contact. She looked at him, her eyes
shining. “I am so happy to be with you, here and now.” She lent and kissed him
on the lips. He returned the gesturer. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">“You are the best thing that has ever
happened to me, my lady.” He said. His voice and eyes was showing he was
telling the full, honest truth. “I do love you so. You do know that?” He
challenged her. She smiled, her pale hand going into his. “Yes, my lord. I do.”
Their hands locked into one another. She smiled. She was with the person she
loved most in the world. She was home. Leon got up and walked onwards, into the
waves that were gently flowing back and forth. As he was barefoot, and so, he
was feeling every single bit of water that was coming upon his feet. Candice
smiled seeing this. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">“Oh dear,” She said to herself. She got up
and went to join him in the water. “There are crabs in here, you do know?” Leon
grinned at her. “I do, thank you.” He replied. Candice then took it upon
herself and then hidden, pressed her small nails into the top of his foot. He
jumped on the spot, his eyes wide. He rushed out of the water. She, was left
grinning in the water. Leon, after laughing at the joke, went towards the water
again. Candice had now, almost fell in the water, with all her laughing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247086258357985632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594175745951782600.post-4507835823294922132012-07-25T05:52:00.004-07:002012-07-25T05:52:54.736-07:00EIGHTEEN KISSES reviewHi folks!<br />
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My Name-Twin, Laura Jane Cassidy, has a book out called EIGHTEEN KISSES and, she's running a giveaway, i thought i'd give it a shot, here go's!<br />
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I LOVE Eighteen Kisses beacuse, everything you read, seems to pop out at you, as if it were real. You can feel the wind, weather and see the characters as if they are standing right next to you.<br />
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I, for one, Carn't WAIT for more books from this raising star in YA Fiction.<br />
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xLaurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247086258357985632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594175745951782600.post-56239823340253727292011-12-23T11:10:00.000-08:002011-12-29T06:44:39.056-08:00Sophie's 2nd Upon a ChristmasThe bells jingled as Sophie rode her bike down the driveway, to school. Her mother had strapped bells on her bike before she had set off that morning. 'Great,' She thought, 'I'll be the laughing stock of the whole school.'<br /><br />The docorations for the school were cheery as Sophie tucked her bike away in the racks with the other, 'Mature' looking bikes. Sophie rolled her eyes and thrust her bagpack over her shoulder. The day had to begin somewhere..<br /><br />*<br /><br />The school was packed as normal when Sophie arrived in its halls. Teenagers were all hurrying to get to class. Sophie darted in and out of the crowds to get to her own. She stepped into the class and, to be truthful, she wished she had'nt.<br /><br />The front desk held mini, festive looking tree with pink and purple tinsel round it and the windows had stick-on Snowflakes. The lady who was their teacher, smiled as Sophie came in. "Hello Sophie, Happy Christmas." She said cheerfully as Sophie went over to her seat. She got her notebook out and started her writing, as was her main thing every morning at school, you know, to say she had arrived, ready to Blog about her day at High School, as normal.<br /><br />Mrs Newchild, who was her teacher, looked at her young batch of 12 teenagers. "Hello Class and i hope you're all well?" The class was silant. "Well, i think we'll have the day to decorate the tree, if you lot don't mind?" One boy stood up and looked at the young-ish, age 25, teacher. "No Lessons then Miss?" Mrs Newchild smiled. "No Lee, now, if you'll wait five minutes, i'll just sort this out." The class all beamed in happiness as Mrs Newchild began sorting out her papers. Sophie, who hated Christmas, glared at the teacher. "That mkes no sence!" The teacher looked up at this. Sophie stayed where she was. "We're ment to be practicing our GCSE's! Not fussing around a tree!"<br /><br />*<br /><br />Mrs Newchild tilted her head to one side. "Sophie, its a season to be happy and forget your worrys. We're all going to leave the stress behind for this week. I saw your bike by the way and, i like the bells your mother put on." Sophie sank into her chair. She wished the ground would've just swallowed her up right there and there. The rest of the class looked at her only for a moment and then went back to relaxing and taking it easy in their seats. Mrs Newchild then, came over to Sophie and bent down to her seat, so she was eye level to Sophie, the favorite in her class. Her golden hair shone as she spoke. "Please Sophie, relax, its Christmas." Sophie smiled, seeing, it was true.<br /><br />*<br /><br />Hope you all liked it, Merry Christmas guys! xxxLaurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247086258357985632noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594175745951782600.post-9564869294736172522011-07-28T08:10:00.000-07:002011-07-28T08:33:59.057-07:00My J.K Rowling<div><div><div><div>This is my J.K Rowling.</div><div> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C4xmH9WKfus/TjF84xQuqRI/AAAAAAAAAGw/NfBYfNlfjtM/s1600/037.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 311px; height: 320px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634421923555223826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C4xmH9WKfus/TjF84xQuqRI/AAAAAAAAAGw/NfBYfNlfjtM/s320/037.jpg" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Yes folks, Linda Anne Chapman is my J.K Rowling.</div><div> </div><div>I love her like i love chocolate. She is my reason for writing and has svaed my life with her words more then once and, more then she could ever know.</div><div> </div><div>I have told her in emails that i adore her and want to be known as the 2nd Linda but, for me, she is my Hero.</div><div> </div><div>Love,</div><div> </div><div>Laura xxx</div></div></div></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247086258357985632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594175745951782600.post-60537527832598828402011-04-01T11:10:00.000-07:002011-04-01T11:16:21.567-07:00How Deadlins help you.Hi guys, on my Twitter, i said i would Blog today about how setting deadlines can help you write/finish a book, so, lets get started by listing stuff. =D 1. Can help with world Outside once you give over to it and let it invelope you. 2. Makes you confetent about yourself. 3. Gives you less time to read books (bad point, kinda) 4. Makes you feel happier about yourself. 4. Tells and Prooves you CAN do it! =D (like your idols) BTW: My favorite Author of all time is Linda Chapman. (who's yours? Comment and tell me!)Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247086258357985632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594175745951782600.post-6974023140873678572011-03-02T12:01:00.000-08:002011-03-02T12:08:29.514-08:00Happy March!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uJGDZImGGeo/TW6jNGSF_7I/AAAAAAAAAFo/hRlUf45HJnw/s1600/180741.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 141px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579576433778753458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uJGDZImGGeo/TW6jNGSF_7I/AAAAAAAAAFo/hRlUf45HJnw/s320/180741.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#6600cc;">Hi Guys 'n' Girls! x-x</span><br /><div><div><br /><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">Happy March!</span></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Rg-IuussgM/TW6iyjbYP7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/SGegVEegknE/s1600/180747.jpg"></a><br /><div><span style="color:#6600cc;">I hope this month for you is AWSOME like mine has started already (to be awsome)</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#6600cc;">Bye ya'll,<br /></span></div><div><span style="color:#6600cc;">Laura x-x</span></div></div></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247086258357985632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594175745951782600.post-12340646459477556112011-02-01T09:18:00.000-08:002011-02-01T09:22:17.582-08:00Silver Phoenix & Fury of the Phoenix giveaway!Over at Malinda Lo's Blog, i came across her giveaway of 2 of Cindy Pons books!<br /><br />Now, i like Cindys work and adore her writing style. I have entered and i'm asking you all to enter too.<br /><br />Thats all, thanks for reading.<br /><br />Take care.Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247086258357985632noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594175745951782600.post-44349423736550404612011-01-25T13:18:00.000-08:002011-01-25T13:53:11.353-08:00Day of Awsome<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wo769BMtZiM/TT8-UB5naSI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8Ps7Zl1xcUU/s1600/007.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 215px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566236178281621794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wo769BMtZiM/TT8-UB5naSI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8Ps7Zl1xcUU/s320/007.jpg" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><~ How i feel about today =) (Amy Adams filming The Muppets Movie)</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Oh. My Gosh! Have i had a brillent day? Oh yes. Scroll down for to hear more of my day of Awsome-ness. (aka Today)...</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>11.55am - Package arrives. I know what it is right away. Open it up to find.. TWO signed books from my favorite author ever = Linda Chapman! (Sent me an awsome birthday card too!!)</div><div> </div><div>11.56am - Pretty card.</div><div> </div><div>11.57am - It has flowers!</div><div> </div><div>11.58am - =D</div><div> </div><div>12.00 - Wake Bern up with tears of happiness in my eyes. (Jumping for joy in my head.)</div><div> </div><div>4.00pm - Come home with a new hair dye. (nan dies it for me.) Feel awsome.</div><div> </div><div>9.00pm - Nan offers me an early b-day presant. (I say yes) Gives me a new MP3 Player. Feel moden.</div><div> </div><div>9.30pm - Look in the mirrior. Feel awsome!</div><div> </div><div>~</div><div> </div><div>That, was my day of Awsome. Hope you injoyed. See ya! =D</div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247086258357985632noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594175745951782600.post-57558836498562432232010-12-19T11:25:00.000-08:002010-12-19T11:34:27.935-08:00My first writers Christmas Party!Hi all! =D<br /><div align="left"> </div>In the Christmas mood at the moment. Going to Scotland for the Hols in a week! =D (well, 6 days.)<br /><br /><div align="left">So, the main point of this post was, cuz last wednesday i went to my 1st Writers christmas party!! Pictures, i unleash you!! =D</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 187px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552478154455853554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wo769BMtZiM/TQ5ddpN1KfI/AAAAAAAAAFA/xXkKCiBh3qw/s320/1FFD5C69.jpg" /> <strong>Carol, Pat & Me.<br /></strong><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552477618658723346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo769BMtZiM/TQ5c-dN1xhI/AAAAAAAAAE4/VaMKQTifr6c/s320/0EEA5F60.jpg" /> <strong>Me, Lou & Kath<br /></strong><br /><br /><p>Yes, i do look happy. I was and am! =D</p><p>Have happy Holidays!</p>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247086258357985632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594175745951782600.post-48835387428491345932010-12-02T14:04:00.000-08:002010-12-02T14:15:39.925-08:00Fab talk with Sarah Beth Durst<span style="color:#000000;">Ok, i was on he Blog of BBB (Bitten By Books) earlyer today and, i SO am happy that i went there cuz i got the most fab reply ever to the post i wrote about my new short story being published! Here: </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#330099;">'Congratulations on your short story Laura! Thats wounderful!'</span><br /><br />=D<br /><br />When i told her why i love books she replyed:<br /><br /><span style="color:#330099;">'And that is EXACTLY why i read too and love fantasy.'</span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">And on her Twitter to me she said: </span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;">'Thanks for stopping by! Great answers!'</span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Ok, so i'm like, on top of the moon at the moment (Insert Unicorns)</span>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247086258357985632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594175745951782600.post-74700745197378497932010-11-09T04:16:00.001-08:002010-11-09T04:21:08.049-08:00The Siver Phoenix.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo769BMtZiM/TNk7uDQ7HRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Wk-ynKLuBmo/s1600/Contest%2Bentry%2Bon%2BPaint.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 152px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537522879165046034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo769BMtZiM/TNk7uDQ7HRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Wk-ynKLuBmo/s320/Contest%2Bentry%2Bon%2BPaint.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I did this on Paint to tell my own love of The Silver Phoenix by Cindy Pon.<br /><br />It is a wounderful, well crafted story with an extreamly captive plot. This paint took my 3 hours to do but, for the books sake, it was totally worth it!<br /><br />Please read and tell others what a fine book that Cindy has created.<br /><br />Laura ~x~Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247086258357985632noreply@blogger.com0