Time for an update!

I have a new setting for my videos.

And a new puppy, his name is Oliver.

I have been painting now that I have canvases.

Timber – Part #2

I started to unpack my clothes into a small dresser that was against the wall next to the bathroom door. I had my own bathroom, I was relieved! Once I was done unpacking and organizing, my cell phone started ringing. I flipped it open, It was Laura. I answered it.

“Hello?” I answered

“Ali! How are you? Did you get home fine? Was Riley late at the airport? Did you lose any of your bags?” She was spewing out so many questions that I didn’t have time to think.

“Mom! Mom. Seriously, chill out. I’m fine. I’m at Dad’s and I just finished unpacking.”

“Oh, that’s good.” I could hear her sigh, “Do you want to talk?”

“Sorry, but Riley wanted to take me out to dinner, I’ve got to get ready.”

“Okay, bye honey!”

“Bye Mom.”

I slapped my phone shut and tossed on my bed. I opened up my dresser and rummaged through my tee shirts. I picked out a purple blouse. I slipped it on and slipped on my boots. While thudding down the stairs, I could hear Riley watching the news in the living room.

            “Hey dad, I’m ready.” I said, he turned his head toward me.

            “Wow Ali, you look great!” He got up from the couch, “Let’s go.”

            “Oh! Let me get my jacket.” I hurried up stairs to fetch it, it was on my bed, I grabbed it and came back down. In that time Riley got his jacket on and his boots tightly fastened. We walked out of the house and to the car.

            The ride was long, or at least felt like it was. We drove past little family owned shops. Strangely, I had just noticed that Timber was a very small town. When we took our place in a booth at the diner, A woman with bright eyes and a huge smile approached us. I could see by the pad and pencil she was the waitress. I couldn’t really imagine a girl being so beautiful could work at a diner. She had perfect completion, high cheek bones, big blue eyes, flowing blonde hair, and full pink lips. She almost looked like an angel.

            “Hello Mr. Border.” She then turned to me and her smile grew, “And you must be Alison! Welcome to Timber! My name is Lucy.”

            I started to choke out words, “Yeah, I’m living with Dad now.”

            She leaned in closer, “Oh! I know! Your Dad has been talking so much about you coming to Timber!” She looked at Riley and returned to her previous stance.

            “So,” She said in a long, 4^th grader like way. “What can I get you?”

            “I’ll have a steak with sauce, and a beer.”

            “Um,” I took a look at the menu, I saw a cheese burger. Not too big, not too small. “The cheese burger, please.”

            “Okay! I’ll be right back with your orders!” She said with a cheery tone.

I looked out the window to my right. Some one was staring at me. It was a boy, looked almost my age. He was tall, with blonde hair, and he was with others. A girl, and two other boys. When our gaze met, we both turned away.

            “That’s Will Daren.” Riley said, “Nice kid. Good family.”

            “Huh?” I faked.

            “Lucy is his sister.” Riley continued, “The both live a couple blocks from us.”

            I stopped him as quick as I could, “Okay Dad, if I need to know this stuff I can ask him.”

            “What, ever.”

My 7 year old self was screaming ‘crush!’ I needed to ignore that. But to be honest, he was quite attractive.

I was able to eat my cheeseburger. We left the diner and I spent the rest of the day reading.

 

 

NOTE: I changed the girl’s name to Alison. I’m still looking for a suitable name. Suggestions are welcome!

Name? Border

Long Brown hair and brown eyes.

About 5 ft 4″

Slender body shape.

Likes reading and the out doors.

Dislikes bad smells and bugs.

Good at cooking.

Bad at taking care of plants.

Seemingly Clumsy.

 

Timber – Part #1

The rain sprinkled my face as I stepped out of blue 1980 Toyota Corolla. I quickly floated to the rear to get my suitcases, there were about four of them. I had gotten back from the airport, were my father picked me up. My mother sent to here to Timber so I could “restart”. I was now going to live with my Father, Riley, alone, on Brisk Street.

            I wasn’t really in tune with my father, since we hadn’t seen each other in 6 years when I was eleven. So I wasn’t sure how this would turn out. I was to prideful to admit my mother, Laura, might have actually had a good idea. I didn’t really “fit in” with my peers down in Florida, All of them being sporty and such, and coming to Timber just might help, maybe.

            I hauled my luggage out from the trunk and over my shoulders, and tried to avoid slipping on the ice under my feet. Riley followed close by with two other suitcases. I walked through the front door and set the cases down. Riley copied my actions.

            “So, what do you think Sequoia?”

I find it funny when my parents say my name, since it’s twenty times more interesting then theirs.

            I examined the tile to my left in the kitchen, which was quite out of shape, guessing it hadn’t been used in a long time. Then my eyes where drawn to a living room with green walls, obviously painted by the previous owner. A small T.V. was stationed in the corner next to a little window that let you look out over the lake in the back of the house.

            I pulled my seemingly black hair behind my ears, “Cozy, but functional”

I could hear Riley grunt in displeasure. I was almost shocked to see carpeted stairs in front of me, I grabed my luggage again and headed up them, which made quite a loud eking noise. When we got to the top, Riley guided me to the right where he opened a door to a very small room. I set my things down.

            “Do you remember this room?” He asked me, trying to start a conversation. I was not in the mood to start a conversation.

            “Yes I do. Do you mind leaving me so I can, ‘ya know, get settled?”

            “Sure Sue,” That was my nick name, “Afterwards, I’ll take you to barney’s, you remember that place?

“Not clearly, but I’m in.” I watched him leave, and I looked around. Under the small window, there was twin bed with a quilt spread across and four blue pillows lying on top. A desk was at the end of the bed, it was a rustic flesh color. The desk had an old Microsoft, a homemade popsicle stick pen holder, two pink erasers, and a little lamp. I turned to the doorway to find a light switch; I flipped it up, fatality. No light. I clicked the desk lamp on, it barley lit the room. But the window was much help once I slid the old tattered curtain away.

I started to unpack my clothes into a small dresser that was against the wall next to the bathroom door. I had my own bathroom, I was relieved!

 

Mimz – 2006 – Madeline

From the desert of Kania to the steamy jungle of Tamota, the country of Mimz is beautiful in every sort of way. Stunning birds fly in the skies of Mual, full of green meadows and impenetrable woods. And the island Capan, a tropic jungle were tribes of elves live and work. And the lands of Draco, a place were dragons can go not to be feared, but privileged. There are many other lands, mountains, and cities such as these.
Of coarse there would be the rulers, Empress Quenek of Mual, her people described her as lofty, gorgeous, poise, and kind to all things, but fierce in battle. And Lord Ronukuh of Deveron, he loved to host parties and drink, and had a very self centered attitude as you might notice in this book.

Though, both rulers would always be at war on one subject, Slavism over elves, making them as workers in mines, syles and farms, not getting paid for anything they did. Lord Ronukuh, Which was quite pleased with the elves’ services in his palace, had ships bring in more elves once every two years from there native land of Ireon, a tropic jungle in east Kobii. With them he was able to have great services without the price. In fact if Lord Ronukuh had paid the elves’ their well deserved money, He would have to pay off two hundred million surkoids. Of course he was not going to pay the elves a kiinot. For the elves were too weak and under fed, that they could not break away from they’re huts without getting captured by a Devoronien guard.

The Empress of Mual, Quenek, disagrees with enslaving the elves.
She believes that enslaving is barbaric and uncivilized. She would some times send spies over to Deveron to purchase elves on action and take them away to Mual, were the will be given five hundred surkiods, and a house on a peace of property to start a business.

Why is it that the Empress has pitty over helpless elves? And Lord Ronukuh shows now pitty at all? You may ask. Well five hundred years back The Emperor of Mual, which was called Mool, was an elf. His name was Elcormii, Quenek’s seventh great great grand father.

Elcormii Traveled to Deveron to meet with King Gorinton, Ronukuh’s great great uncle, which ruled after Ronukuh’s father died.
When Elcormii got off the ship to convene the king he was dressed in a long hooded robe that covered his pointed ears, and tied arownd his waist was a violet sash to show that he was royalty and on it a a dagger.

Elcormii and Gorinton had a gathering in King Gorinton’s courtyard, on the subject matter INSLAVING ELVES. “It’s not kind, it is unreasonable to take elves from their dwelling and labor them as horses.” Elcormii protested. Unknowing that Elcormii was an Elf, King Gornton said his final words, “Elves are uneducated stupid poppers”, And offended the Elf Emperor Elcormii took out his dagger and plunged it into The Kings heart, after that the people of Deveron despised elves and stole them from there home Ireon and made them labor with no pay.