Monday, 20 January 2014

First Two Weeks-- My Self Challenge.

So, the first two weeks of my self-challenge that I postponed until this month are up! And the verdict is.........

First Week.
  • Project: Francoise Story. (now titled Betrayed? But that could change. Does anyone have any suggestions? I might make a post about the story and I ask for title help. :D)
  • Verdict: Finished. Yes!!!!!!!!!!!
  • Total word count AON (as of now.): 4,738
  • First word AON: The.
  • Last word AON: clouds.
  • Snippet:

The windowpane felt cool and smooth against her hot cheek. Francoise closed her eyes, trying to fight back the lumps in her throat. She felt as if her tiny, perfect world, free of cares and horrors, was crumbling bit by bit before her saddened eyes. Try as she may, she couldn’t stop the pieces from falling, turning to dust as they spiraled down in front of her. What would happen next? Would they too be turned in as traitors to the Republic and be killed on the guillotine? Francoise rubbed her arms, trying to make herself stop shivering and looked around her pretty bedroom, forcing herself to be calm.

Her thoughts drifted to Jeanne, whom she had seen creeping out of the house right after pappa had been shouting. Suddenly, she sat bolt upright, her heart crashing wildly around inside her chest. What if Jeanne reported them as traitors? 

Second Week.
  • Project: Home on the Frontier. Yes, I know I was going to do Friend or Foe? but I thought of another story before I got to the week in which I would have done Friend or Foe?
  • Verdict: Incomplete. (Meaning I didn't make it. *Aggravated sniff.*)
So, here I am! This week, my goal is to finish Home on the Frontier, and also finish Mail Time. Here I go! :D







A Snippet Story.

If you remember the Chatterbox event I did (which is hosted by Rachel Heffington) a few months ago, well, this snippet story comes before that Chatterbox post. Click here if you want to refresh your memory. :D

“It’s cancer. The doctor says it’s hopeless.” The door slammed behind him, giving harsh emphasis to his words.
“Are... are you sure? Surely there’s some mistake!”
“Naw. It’s some kind of liver cancer, with a fancy name that I can’t remember or pronounce.”
“What are we going to do, Rick?” Kat’s face was pale, but he stepped away from her hopeless gesture.
“Do? There’s nothing to do. It’s no use, Katrina. We’re only fourteen, in case you’ve forgotten. Dad’s dying. He’s there in that stupid hospital in Chicago right now, dying on us.”
“I can’t believe this!”
I can. Easily, too.” He kicked at the desk, wishing he could work out all of his anger on the stupid piece of wood. It was in the way anyway.
“Aren’t you the least bit sorry for him? Don't you care? Rick Monastra, our father is dying! Why don’t you care?”
“I do care, Kat. And that’s just it. I care, and I can’t do anything to save dad..... not anything.” Rick turned his head away; she mustn’t see the tears threatening to spill over and down his cheeks.
“There must be something we could do to help!”
“No. Nothing at all. And that’s why I hurt so badly inside.”
“Oh Rick, I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have yelled. I know it isn't your fault, but I’m just so upset, and I need someone to blame.”
“Well, you picked a good person. It is my fault that dad has cancer.”
What?! Rick, you’re crazy!”
“No. No, Kat, I’m not. I could’ve gotten dad to stop smoking, but I didn't feel like it was worth trying. And now dad’s dying. And it’s all my fault.”
“Rick.... I don’t know what to say...”
“Then please don’t say anything at all. Just leave me alone. Please.”


Saturday, 11 January 2014

Chatterbox-- January.

You know, something I've been noticing is that a lot of my posts I start with "okay." Looking back, the last TEN posts start with "Okay." Just a weird thing I guess I fallen into a habit of doing. :P

Anyway, it is time for January's (Happy New Year, everyone!) Chatterbox at Rachel's Blog. The theme for this month: Food. Yummy! :)



The wagon bed hurt her back. And there was a fly on her nose. A dead one. Natalie sat up and frowned. She didn't usually complain this much, even if it was only in her head. Besides, it was afternoon, and afternoons were usually too beautiful to complain through. Ma's complaining must be getting to her.

Peering through the canvas of the hood of the wagon, she looked out at Zach a bit enviously, walking beside Ginger in the cool breeze, the wind ruffling his hair, the warm sun caressing his neck....

Natalie wrinkled her nose. In reality there was no breeze, and the sun was baking down upon the dry grass. Zach looked hardly pleased with the way the heat was making his sweat-drenched shirt stick to him but it must be better out there than it was in the wagon bed.

Natalie turned to Ma. "Ma, may I get out and walk with Zach?"

Ma lifted the cloth she had over her eyes and looked at her. "Very well. But wear you bonnet." She replaced and cloth and sat back with a little moan that Natalie was sure was just theatrics.

"Yes, ma'am, thank you." Natalie scrambled out of the wagon, pulling her bonnet over her head. Creeping up behind Zach, who was plodding gloomily along, scratching a mosquito bite, she leapt up suddenly, clamping a hand over his mouth.

She had been trying to make him think she was an attacking Indian, but he knew it was her. Maybe it was because she was so small. Reacvhing behind him without so much as a start of surprise, Zach pulled her off his back and around his side. She dropped on the ground in front of him and they began to walk.

"You didn't fool me," Zach remarked after they had walked a little ways.

Natalie pouted. "I never do."

Zach grinned. "Of course not. I'm older."

"That makes no sense," sniffed Natalie.

"Too bad. Anyway, it would be hard for anyone to think you were an attacking Indian. That is what you were trying to be, right?"

"Yes," admitted Natalie.

Zach shook his head. "You're too small. Try to pretend and be something... smaller. Like a bunny."

He was teasing her now and she smiled. "A bunny. How nice. Maybe I should be a frog."

He shook his head again. "Naw. You won't find many frogs on the prairie."

She looked out over the flat plain. "I wish we had a bunny here right now." They were so cute, with their little ears, and tiny pink noses!

Zach liked his lips. "Mmm, me too! Do you like them best fried or roasted?"

"ZACH!"

He laughed. "Alright then, what do you wish you could be eating right now?"

"Ummmmm...... a big bowl of ice cream!"

He groaned. "Ooh, you're making me hungry!"

"With a plate of apple dumplings to go with it," she continued impishly. "And a big hunk of cheese!"

"You certainly are one to talk about food in a way that makes a man want to eat it!" Zach said, looking hungrily at his hands as if they would suddenly hold the wanted treats.

Natalie snorted. "A man! Hah!"

He made a face. "I'm seventeen! That's man enough!"

"Well, Mr. Seventeen Year Old Man, you'd better start acting like a man! Then maybe Pa will treat you more like one!"

His face suddenly lost the light it had been carrying during the first part of their conversation and he turned a little away.

Natalie's own smile faded. "Oh Zach, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have said anything." She took his hand and squeezed it.

After a moment he smiled and squeezed back. "That's alright. Now, what would you have with you ice cream, dumplings and cheese?"

"A big plate of roast beef!"

"Sounds wonderful."

~Home on the Frontier.