This book is about a teenager named Miranda and her guardian angel, Zachary. She gets kidnapped and becomes a vampire and Zachary's powers get taken away for revealing it to a human while trying to rescue Miranda from the vampire. It's a horror story and a love story. Now, he has to try to save her soul without powers and Miranda has to break-free from her vampire creator's control. I liked how it changes point-of-views every other chapter. It's dark, romantic, and real good page turner.
Even though it has been many, many years since I've read this, I have fond memories of the book. This book of witch tales began my obsession with witches and I always made my mom or sister read it to me. I also took it everywhere with me when I was little. I loved it.
Just a few questions: How does vandalizing and shooting people help one's cause? How does acting like mindless, wild animals help one's cause? People are hurting and you so-called "protesters" are making it worst! #FergusonProtesters
The weekend of October 24th, I went to Wonderland
Camp and had a blast! I saw my old friends: Dustin, Alena, Jacob, Cheryl
(Jacob’s mom), Ashlee, Shelby, Gianna,
“Shirley”, Kirstie, Ann, and Jason. I also made new friends with Jacob’s
sister, Hannah. On Friday, we had a campfire and it was a brisk but pretty
night. We sang, told stories, and Dustin played his guitar. I hung out with
Jacob, Cheryl, and Hannah at the campfire while I ate my sticky, deliciously
sweet s’mores. Jacob was showing me what cool stuff he could do on his
communication board. We were talking and laughing all the time. It was a great
night!
On Saturday, It was nonstop fun. We didn't even really have
rest time for once. It was go, go, go! I liked it. First, we did crafts. I
decorated some paper skulls with some stickers and painted tiny houses. We also
made some friendship bracelets. Jacob and Hannah made me an adorable bracelet
with my name on it. Then, we went outside and got our faces painted. I got a
skull on one cheek and crossbones on another. After the face painting, we shot
BB guns. I actually hit the target without a lot of help. After shooting, we
painted pumpkins. I painted my pumpkin black, purple, and red.
Later, that evening, people were getting ready for the
Halloween dance. I was a sorceress. I
washed my face, painted my nails black, put on my favorite red lipstick, wore a
black and red gown, a golden, star necklace, and a black cape. I also carried a
wand that my mom made. Before the dance,
we got to go trick-or-treating around camp (camp is the only place where
you can get back in touch with your inner-child) and go in a “haunted house.” I
thought that the haunted house was going to be silly, childish with paper ghosts or
something but it was legit. It was awesome! The cabin was dark and scary
decorations were everywhere with spooky music playing. People in make-up and
masks were crawling on the floor or jumping out. I also remember that the word REDRUM
was painted on the wall. The haunted house rocked!
At the dance, everyone was in flashy costumes. There was a
doctor, a Ninja Turtle, an Eskimo, a lifeguard, Gumbie, and many more. The
booming music was playing in the dining hall and the always colorful lights
were around me. I chased around and danced with all of my friends. I was
singing at the top of my lungs and laughed so hard. It was so much fun!
On Sunday, everyone just relaxed until our rides got there.
Wonderland Camp rules! Every summer and every fall is always an adventure that
I’ll forever remember. The memories are imprinted on my mind for me to smile at
later. I can’t wait until the next time!
I wish that I was like Peter Pan, Just be a kid and have fun, Believe in faith, trust, and pixie dust. I would never worry, being so joyous and carefree. I would fly so high and so far, touching each star. I wish that I was like Peter Pan, The one who wouldn't change over time. Smiling at danger, Escaping to Never Never Land, my heart leaving my troubles behind.
Before that terrifying Halloween night, I was an elegant monarch
butterfly with magnificent orange and black wings but I was very unique. First,
instead of just small, white spots on my wings, I had a big skull face on each
wing. I never understood why. My wings
were always that way ever since my metamorphosis to a butterfly. Secondly,
while other butterflies couldn’t survive in the cold and migrated to somewhere
warmer during the fall and winter, I stayed and survived. This didn’t mean that
I was immortal; I could be killed by predators, humans, sickness, etc. The
chill just didn’t bother me. Finally, there was one characteristic that I wish
that I never had. While other butterflies remained still at night, I would
flutter about into the darkness, never noticing the ominous figures in the
shadows.
It was Halloween night and the wind was whistling like
singing ghosts. A wolf howled wildly somewhere and an owl hooted quietly
nearby. I was flying among the trees. In the distance, beyond the trees, I
could also hear happy children giggling and yelling, “TRICK OR TREAT!” All of these
sounds made my heart smile and the beautiful, full moon was shining brightly
through the clouds. I felt at ease and was enjoying the brisk air. Then, I
heard a horrific sound that made me turn cold. It was a loud flapping of
massive wings and high-pitched chirping of big, hungry bats. I knew that bats
preyed on insects so I always tried my best to avoid them but that night, an
attack on me was inevitable.
They came closer, closer, and CLOSER!! I fluttered around in complete panic. I tried to hide but
there was no use. Coming up behind me, one of the bats snatched me in mid-air
by my wings with its gigantic, clawed feet. I tried to squirm lose but its grip
was excruciatingly tight. It was about to toss me into the air and devour me when
I miraculously escaped and flew away. Even though my left wing was torn, I kept
on flying with all of my might. I couldn’t see behind me but I heard the bats
chasing me. My tiny heart was beating crazily but I began to stagger, as I got
weaker and weaker .
Then, in my blurred vision, I could see their snarled faces
and grotesque fangs in front of me. Two bats on each side grabbed me by my
wings. Then with their fangs, they greedily tore off both wings from my body
and ate them. I screamed in agony but of course, I was unheard. They then tried
to eat my whole body. They managed to take a bite out of me but one of the bats
lost their grip.
I plummeted down, down, down! I didn’t know where I was
falling because I was dying. I didn’t remember the landing. When I opened my
eyes for the last time, I realized that I was now inside of an unlit jack-o’-lantern and saw a child dressed as a goblin
watching me from the top with curiosity and sadness. My heart smiled again,
seeing such innocence, as I slowly died. My spirit rose up into the clouds and
roamed the mysterious, Halloween night.
(c)Lena Holdman, all rights reserved 2014 Happy Halloween! :) This story was inspired from a scary dream. In the dream, I was a butterfly and bats ate me alive. I know that bats aren't bad. The story is from the butterfly's point-of-view.
This is just a little update. I’ve been taking an online
course: Modern and Contemporary Poetry, taught by Professor Al Filreis. https://www.coursera.org/course/modernpoetry. It’s challenging but
fun. I’m also still working on my book (long process, I know but writing it has
been awesome). I’m totally excited for Halloween! October is my favorite: vibrate
autumn colors, pumpkins, and scary movies. A horror story is coming soon, don’t
worry. Have a happy Halloween and watch
my video on the bottom…if you dare! Bwahahaha!!!
As most of you know, I got sick at camp and had to come home
early. It sucked big time! Then, after the embarrassment and disappointment of
getting sick in front of everyone, I had to stay in the hospital for two
nights. Three different doctors told me three different diagnoses but finally,
they agreed that I had some weird stomach virus! I was poked like a pin cushion
and was almost “probed” (I have another very graphic analogy for it but it’s
inappropriate, lol). I had to deal with an agonizing, bloated, bubbling
stomach. I also had to deal with the nurses, except for two, baby talking me and
you know how I just love it when people treat me like I’m brainless. One of the
doctors was cute at least. ;)
Yeah, it has been a rough couple of days but I’m going to
shake it off, think Tink. The One Direction concert is next week and I’m going
to have a blast! I still have fall camp to go to so I get to see my friends
again. I’m better now and everything is awesome!!!
In internet slang, a troll is a person who sows discord on the Internet by starting arguments or upsetting people by posting inflammatory, extraneous, or off-topic messages in an online community with the deliberate intent of provoking readers into an emotional response or of otherwise disrupting normal on-topic discussion. Cyberbullying is the use of information technology to harm or harass other people in a deliberate, repeated, and hostile manner. Examples of what constitutes cyberbullying include communications that seek to intimidate, control, manipulate, put down, falsely discredit, or humiliate the recipient.
I often play an online game called Smallworlds and it’s very fun. It’s open to all ages. In the game, I’m a witch with magic powers, which I enjoy and I make a lot of friends. It’s an awesome game! Trolls on Smallworlds supposed to be pranksters, jokesters, tricksters.They just trick you out of your tokens or start silly magic/gun fights.
It’s supposed to be all in good fun but some people use trolling as an excuse to be bullies. These bullies stalk players, hack accounts, say inappropriate insults, spread gross, false rumors, or even threaten.
I usually just laugh at the trolls but I take snapshots of the bullies and report them, even if they’re not bullying me. People need to remember that it’s a great game, not another site to bully someone. *And don't worry, I reported the guy in snapshot above before I wrote this. The guy was a well-known bully in the game. He bullied some of my gaming friends. I just went where he hung out to catch him in the act and he tried to pick on me, not knowing I got it in a picture. I'm not being bullied.
Eternal by Cynthia Leitich Smith
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