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Hehe, I had no idea about what romance was at all. (I’d only had a crush on one guy before–little ten-year-old me liking a dude who must have been fifteen at least)
Front door after a date, Shakespeare style 😆
Yep. Oh, and Nicholas was basically the Florid Sword from the Wingfeather Saga. I totally copied it lol.
The whole story is awful lol. My brain must have been wacko. Oh well.
Dark is the Shadow, and yet my heart rejoices.
Your romance story is so cute!! I like it a lot.
Aww, thanks. There’s plenty more scenes I could share . . .
I threw a lot of them out because they were really cheesy. Everything was love at first sight except that the girl always pretended she didn’t know the guy liked her. 😂😂😂
Haha, same. In this story Irene is just like “Do I like this guy?” and then he (the guy she likes is named Arthur) is like “Hey, I like you.” And she’s like “He loves me!!! I love him too.” And her dad is like “Marry this Edward guy.” And she says “I don’t want to.” And he says “Why?” And she’s like “I like this other guy named Arthur.” And her dad says, “Oh, okay. Marry him then.”
And then everything is happy, except Arthur gets wounded and is afraid Irene won’t like him anymore.
Wow, it’s hilarious.
Lol that was hilarious! 😂
Thanks . . . I know, it’s bad.
Dark is the Shadow, and yet my heart rejoices.
Haha, same. In this story Irene is just like “Do I like this guy?” and then he (the guy she likes is named Arthur) is like “Hey, I like you.” And she’s like “He loves me!!! I love him too.” And her dad is like “Marry this Edward guy.” And she says “I don’t want to.” And he says “Why?” And she’s like “I like this other guy named Arthur.” And her dad says, “Oh, okay. Marry him then.”
Hilarious!!! The dad didn’t r e a l l y have a preference….
And then everything is happy, except Arthur gets wounded and is afraid Irene won’t like him anymore.
Oooo I like that dynamic!!
He must increase, but I must decrease.
Aww, thanks. There’s plenty more scenes I could share . . .
Yeah go for it!! I want to read it!
He must increase, but I must decrease.
TOTALLY!!!!
YES!! XD
Ok I will. 🙂
Hehe…your story is so cute. I love how…
The puppie’s parents were not sweet to them and they died. Heavenly Father killed the parents because they were mean to their children.
That’s so good!!! 😀Yay!! I just read the 2nd chapter, and it’s so cute!! That’s actually really good for 10-11! I’m gonna go dig up some of my 10-11 yr old writing…XD.
Oh thank you!
XDD Oh, yes! Heavenly Father was protecting those puppies Lol XD. Thanks so much!! 😀
Ach! I forgot the six. 😀
you’re totally fine girl!! I mess up on ppls tags like all the time. it happens :).
Your story is so good! You were four? That’s really good for that young 🙂
Thank you so much!! Yes. I originally thought I was 6, but my mom was looking in it, and at the back I had tried to write my name, but it looked a little like “nAhtalb” XD, and she said that I could write my name by 5, sooo I was 4.
How violent. (lol!!)
Oh yes. Pre-schoolers are very violent XD.
I like how all the animals are related even though they aren’t at all the same species.
Yeah! I guess little kids don’t care if your different or not, everyone matters. How I wish our cruel world was more like our little people :(.
#HugRikerSquad
Yay!! I just read the 2nd chapter, and it’s so cute!! That’s actually really good for 10-11! I’m gonna go dig up some of my 10-11 yr old writing…XD.
Thanks!!! I think I had just finished reading a book about the French Rev. so that’d be where I got most of it. 😀 Yeah do!
He must increase, but I must decrease.
@lightoverdarkness
Oh yes. Pre-schoolers are very violent XD.
I work in the church nursery, and that is very true. One time this kid was playing with some trucks and little people figurines, and he made a truck roll over one of the people. I said, “Oh no, is he okay?” And the boy said, “He died, but the firetruck will come rescue him.” At least I think that’s what he said. Two-year-olds are hard to understand lol.
How I wish our cruel world was more like our little people :(.
Yeah, that might be better. 🙂 Though then we’d all be spilling our cracker crumbs on the floor and crying over not being able to take our colorings home to show our parents and climbing up slides even though we know we’re not supposed to. Lol 🙂
Dark is the Shadow, and yet my heart rejoices.
I work in the church nursery, and that is very true. One time this kid was playing with some trucks and little people figurines, and he made a truck roll over one of the people. I said, “Oh no, is he okay?” And the boy said, “He died, but the firetruck will come rescue him.” At least I think that’s what he said. Two-year-olds are hard to understand lol.
XDXD that is so funny!
Yeah, that might be better. 🙂 Though then we’d all be spilling our cracker crumbs on the floor and crying over not being able to take our colorings home to show our parents and climbing up slides even though we know we’re not supposed to. Lol 🙂
Oh, I didn’t think about that😆 . Girl, you are so funny 🤣😂! Maybe not😅.
#HugRikerSquad
XDXD that is so funny!
I know!! Kids crack me up.
Girl, you are so funny 🤣😂
Aw, thanks. That made my day 🙂
Dark is the Shadow, and yet my heart rejoices.
Ok. I have to share the first chapter of a book I tried to write a few years back. It’s so cringy.
I’ve written worse, tho. My writing has changed, even though you guys haven’t seen it yet.
When one’s life is normal and almost perfect, it seems nothing too out of the ordinary or anything bad might happen; but during these times of normality, something could take you by surprise and your whole life will change…
Princess Lilia yawned. Pulling off the sheets, she jumped out of bed and stretched. She got dressed and did her blond hair into a messy bun. Someone knocked on the door. “Your majesty, may I come in?” a female voice called out. “Yes!” Lilia called back. A maid came in. She was in her early twenties and had her light brown hair in a tight bun on the top of her head.
“Betsy,” Lilia said. “We’ve talked about this. I’d rather you call me just Lilia, OK?” Betsy stopped amid her dusting. She looked over at Lilia. “Alright, ‘just’ Lilia.” Lilia smirked. Betsy was really nice. She wanted to follow rules and the law exactly. Lilia always tried to help her clean her room, but Betsy insisted on only cleaning it herself.
Lilia gazed out the window at the kingdom of Koher. She could see the mountains in the distance topped with snow, and the sun peeking out from behind them. She loved her kingdom. The people were great, the food just wonderful, the landscape breathtaking, and overall (she thought) the best kingdom in the world. It was a paradise!
She also loved her palace and really her life. Maids waited on her, hand-and-foot. She could have any meal prepared by the palace cooks for any meal of the day. Lilia could go all over the palace, except for the west wing, of which she was curious. The palace was big enough, though, so the family and most servants lived in the east wing. Lilia couldn’t imagine leaving.
This morning, Lilia could smell breakfast cooking, so she went down to the dining room to satisfy her hunger. Running past the banquet hall, (which was used for elaborate feasts), she arrived in the dining room. Her parents were there already talking. She was about to take her seat when she overheard the king and queen discussing something. She heard her name, so she stopped at the door and listened.
“But, dear,” Queen Zohara said. “I don’t want Lilia to go. For goodness sakes, she’s only fifteen! Are you sure this isn’t too early?”
“My wife,” King Jonathon said. “She needs to explore the world some more. This trip will be good for her. I’m sure she will enjoy getting to bond with her grandmother. You know she’ll have to leave sometime. She must inherit what you have!” Queen Zohara nodded in understanding. “Anyway,” she said, changing the topic. “When did you want to invite the Duke and Duchess of Loughtingham over for supper?”
Lilia wondered what her parents were meaning when they said she was going on a trip. She knew she had a grandmother. Grandmother Rae. She had visited the castle some times, and Lilia thought she was nice, but she didn’t want to go on a trip with her if it meant leaving the palace!
Not wanting to seem suspicious, she yawned as she came into the room. “Good morning, Mother and Father,” she greeted the King and Queen politely, taking her seat at the table.
Lilia started eating and the King and Queen exchanged looks and looked back at Lilia. Her mother put down her fork. “Lilia?” Lilia glanced between the both of them. “Yes?” she answered.
“Your father and I thought you might like a little vacation with your Grandmother Rae. You will leave the kingdom–” she could talk no further because Lilia broke in. “No! I want to stay here. Please don’t make me leave!”
“Let your mother talk, Lilia,” her father said. Lilia sighed. Her mother continued. “You’ll leave the kingdom and go to an island. The Island of Fountains. It is relatively large. Your grandmother has some things to teach you there.” Queen Zohara’s eyes sparkled as she said the last sentence.
Lilia considered this thought. Her grandmother had things to teach her. This seemed important. She bit her lip. “Where will you be while I’m there?” she asked. Her father answered, “We will also be out, and conducting some important business in Couringham. We won’t have to worry about you–” Lilia cut in again, “You want me out of the way?”
“No!” the King said. “I meant we won’t have to worry about you not being safe or anything of that sort. Your grandmother will keep you safe. Your personal guard, Wilhelm will also be with you both. You’ll be gone for the weekend. All of us will leave on the same day.”
Lilia thoughtfully contemplated this. Wilhelm was but only a youth at eighteen. Though wanting to stay in the kingdom, she threw out the thought. and answered, “Yes. I guess I will go.”
Her parents looked relieved and happy. At least I satisfied my parents, Lilia thought. She finished her breakfast and made her way to the library. Her mother and father had told her the path she would take on the journey, so she studied the path in one of their books. She noticed it curved throughout the forest on the westeren edge of Koher. When reaching the water’s edge, they would continue on boat until reaching the Island of Fountains.
Lilia didn’t know what they would be doing there. Possibly staying in a cottage, she thought to herself. In two days, she started packing. In her purse she carried a comb, three different dresses, underclothing, shoes, and a sketchbook with a few pencils.
Today, her parents were leaving. Outside the castle, her parents were loading their parcels into the carriage. “Goodbye, my dear Lilia. Take care and mind your manners. Respect your grandmother, and enjoy yourself,” Queen Zohara said, while hugging her daughter. King Jonathon came up to Lilia and said, “Grandmother Rae will be here shortly. Enjoy your time! I love you.” Lilia told them likewise. As the carriage rolled off with the horses pulling it, she walked back inside; and upstairs to her room. After re-organizing her massive closet, she practiced her piano playing on her baby grand piano. She then read one of her books about magical creatures.
It had been about four hours since her parents had left. They would already be at Couringham. It was only an hour and a half away by carriage.
She heard footsteps in the hall and someone knocked on her door. It must be Grandmother Rae, she thought. Opening the door, a man came in. “Hello, little majesty,” he said. “I was sent by your Grandmother to escort you. She is waiting outside.” Lilia raised an eyebrow, not trusting the man and said, “I already have an escort, but thank you. Tell Grandmother Milly I’ll be out soon, though. Let me gather my things together.”
“Alright. I will. Excuse me, your majesty,” he said, bowing as he left.
Lilia tried not to panic. She knew the man couldn’t be trusted. She had said Grandmother Milly instead of Grandmother Rae. She was clever, but she had to use that cleverness to find a way out, and a way to get help. She wondered how the man had gotten past the guards, but she didn’t have the time to think about it now. Grabbing her purse, she pulled the rope on her ceiling near the bed.
It signaled the guards that she was in trouble by ringing a bell. This was the first time she had used it. Lilia heard clamping of the soldiers’ boots against the floor of the hall. Four guards entered the room and escorted her down to a waiting carriage. She told them who they were looking for and they returned to the castle. Two guards were sitting beside her as they rode away.
They fled to a hiding place only a mile from the castle. After half an hour, a soldier came on horseback to let them know it was safe to come back. They arrived back and Lilia was led to the man who had come to her door earlier. “Who are you?!” she demanded. The man glared at her and said, “Timothy Spooter.”
“Why are you here?”
He was silent. “Why are you here?!” she repeated more fiercely.
“I was supposed to take you away,” Timothy said. “Boss didn’t tell me anything else.”
“Who’s your boss?”
“I won’t tell you, but I do know this:” he leaned forward in his cell and grabbed onto the bars. “They’re coming for you! And they won’t fail! You can’t hide!”
Wilhelm came up from behind and said, “That’s quite enough from you for now, Mr. Spooter.” He turned to Princess Lilia. “Come with me. I’ll explain. We must get somewhere safe.” Lilia took his hand and held onto it. Tight. They went into the carriage again and settled in for the long ride.
Lilia shuddered. Who’s “they”? Why did the man want to kidnap her? How did he get past the guards? What about her parents? And were there any more people like Timothy, knowing where she was?
As they rode along, Lilia noticed the sun setting. It was getting dark. Stress and fear made her tired. She leaned against Wilhelm’s shoulder and fell fast asleep.
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
That’s actually not that bad! Sounds like you have some good ideas, even if the writing style needs a little work 🙂
I’ve done far worse lol.
Dark is the Shadow, and yet my heart rejoices.
Yeah. I will be sharing some of my more recent work someday soon. 🙂
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
Your story is really fun! Yeah I agree with @starofthenorth you had some great ideas!! Can’t wait to see some of your recent work if you so choose to share. 😀
He must increase, but I must decrease.
Thanks! I actually plan to start a thread today where I’ll share chapters of my WIP!
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
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