Thursday, 3 September 2015

Blog Party Tag Answers.

Over at Miss Dashwood's blog, a blog party is being held for Masked, the modern-day Scarlet Pimpernel adaptation I've mentioned on here before. Anyways, a tag was put out to be answered, and I am answering it. If you want to do so yourself, you can go over to Miss Dashwood's blog, linked to above, and answer the questions!

1. The obvious question... how'd you get introduced to the Scarlet Pimpernel?

Umm... I don't know when I first heard about it, but it was I think through my older sisters. My first taste of it was in the way of several clips from the 1982 movie adaptation on my sister's blog, and then I read the first book for school. I saw the whole of the 1982 movie when I was thirteen, or maybe fourteen. I think it was thirteen. I loved it. :)

2.  If you could meet any of the characters in real life, who would you choose and why? (you can use the obvious answer of Sir Percy if you really want to, but this is your chance to get creative. ;))

Well, I think I would like to meet Sir Percy, because he's the hero, and really amazing, but it might also be fun to meet some others of the league, like Lord Tony and Sir Andrew. As to why... um, they came into my head? (I'm very bad at "Why" questions, sorry.) Chauvelin might also be interesting to meet in a kind of scary way. Just to see what he's like. (I will say here that I think I like the Sir Percy of the 1982 movie better than the Sir Percy of the books, and so will most likely be meaning him most of the time when I talk about Sir Percy, as I was in this question.)

3.  What are your top 3 favorite quotes from the books or movies? (yes, just three)

"Sink Me. So 'tis. But then, if you were to look out of that window, you would see me yacht, the Day Dream, ready to take me-- and my men-- safely back to England." (Not 100% sure that is exactly the way the quote goes, but that's basically it.)

"Call it what you will! I will have the Scarlet Pimpernel's head or your brother's." (A violent quote, I know, but it's fun to say so fast, like Chauvelin does.) (Little fun fact: Chauvelin has his own Wikipedia page. :))

I like the whole scene where Percy is going over Chauvelin's dress. (Not dress dress, but dress as in what he's wearing.)

~All three of these were from the 1982 movie, though they could also be in the books. I don't know. :P

4. Who is your favorite supporting character in the books? (Percy and Marguerite are ineligible)

I haven't read many of the books. I think I've only read all of the first three... So I don't know. :) Sorry.

5. Which film versions have you seen and which do you like best?

I have only seen the 1982 version in entirety, though I have seen maybe a minute or thirty seconds of the 1934 version. I like the 1982 version the best, though that isn't really fair to the other, seeing as I haven't seen it fully.

6. What's your top-absolute-favorite scene in the first book? (if you've read it-- if not, what's your favorite scene in whichever movie you prefer?)

Mm, I don't know... (sorry). It's been a long time since I read it. I did like the ending part, though. I didn't think I knew about the beggar. As for the movie, (I'm allowed to answer that part of the question as well) I don't know. I like the scene where Marguerite comes to see Percy in *SPOILER* prison. *END OF SPOILER,* and the ending fencing scene and all, and the proposal.

7. If you could dream-cast a new adaptation of the book (a period piece, that is) who would you choose to play the roles of Sir Percy, Marguerite and Chauvelin?

Hmmmmm....... well, without remembering descriptions from the books on Sir Percy and Marguerite too well.... (And these are picked just right now-- I hadn't thought about this, so it's not really a dream-cast. :P)

Aaron Tveit as Sir Percy.

Stephen Moyer as Chauvelin. (I picked this picture because he looks sinister.)

Sierra Boggess as Marguerite.

8. Do you think the Scarlet Pimpernel does his rescue work purely for "the love of sport," as the narrative would tell us (and as he would often claim) or does he have more noble motives that he won't admit?  Explain your answer.  Show your work.

I think he does it for the sport of it... but.... then... he's so upset when he hears that the King has been beheaded, and he goes to such great risks to save the Dauphin, so I think he does care about the people he's saving, and wishes to help them even if it's dangerous.

9.  Second to Chauvelin, who is the worst villain in the book series, and why?

Maybe Robespierre, because he is evil. :P (I'm pretty rotten at these questions, aren't I?)

10.  What's your favorite novel in the series (if you've read more than one)?  If not, which one are you most excited to read?

Again, I don't know. I was looking forward to the third one, I think, because it was like the ending in the movie.

11.  If you could change one thing about your favorite version of the movie, what would it be?

The scenes with Armand and Louise. Unnecessary, They could have done it the way it is in the book. 

12.  Lastly... how would you convince a skeptical friend to read/watch TSP?  What is it that you love about it?

Oh, I'm not sure. The romance, the thrillingness of it... maybe I could just try showing the friend a trailer, and talking about Sir Percy's heroic deeds.

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Tuesday, 1 September 2015

"Letter to Heaven."

I had inspiration for this story last week, and I'm sharing it here.

If I wanted to write fan mail to an author, I could look up their address online or something. But if I want to write a letter to God, how do I do it? Hailey stared out the window up at the sky. Would my letter have to be taken to heaven by plane, or spaceship? How long would it take to get there? Maybe if I took it myself, I could see God open it and read it.
Hailey stuck her upper portion out the window and gazed across the lawn and down the street. The mail truck hadn’t come yet. Maybe she had time to write a quick letter before the truck got to her mailbox.
Grabbing her school notebook, Hailer scribbled a few words down, trying to keep her handwriting neat. This was for God, after all.
She didn’t write much; just a few things about the book of Jonah, one of her favorites. She didn’t want to bother God, who was probably very busy.
After searching for and finding an envelope on her mom’s desk, Hailey stuck her letter inside and sealed it. Taking a pen, she sat down and wrote:
God the Father
Throne of God
That should work as an address. Putting her own address in the top left corner, Hailey pressed a stamp onto the envelope and ran outside to give her letter to the mailman, who had just come up the street.
It was really a mailboy-- Kyle, the teenager who helped his uncle with the mail delivery. Hailey halted behind her mailbox and waited as Kyle stopped the truck. “Hi, Kyle! I have a letter to mail!”
Kyle stepped out of the truck and reached for her envelope. “Okay, Hailey.” Staring at the address she’d written, he frowned, then looked at her. “Umm, Hailey, I don’t think you can send this.”
“Why not?”
Kyle sat down on the step of the truck. “Well, I don’t think you can mail things to heaven.”
“Why? Couldn’t you send it up in an airplane? I want God to read what I think about his book, just like authors down here.”
Letting out his breath, Kyle gazed at the envelope, as if trying to puzzle out what they could do with the situation. “Well, I’ll take it to the post office, and see if we can mail it for you.”
“Really, Kyle?”
Kyle got to his feet. “Sure. I’ll try.”
Getting into the truck, Kyle watched as Hailey waved and ran back towards her house. Stuffing the rest of the mail from her parents’ mailbox into the back of the truck, he drove down the street.
When he arrived at the post office, the letter to God was on the top of the stack of mail. Carrying the various envelopes through the double doors of the office, he smiled at his girlfriend, Laura, who worked at the front desk. “Hailey Arnolds, from Oak Drive, asked me to mail this.”
Laura took the envelope and read the address. “What are you going to do?”
“Nothing. It’s your job to send stuff on its way.”
Kyle went back out the door for the rest of the mail, and Laura scratched her forehead, unsure of what to do. When her boyfriend came back through the door, she hurried over to him. “Kyle, how on earth am I supposed to send a letter to God?”
Kyle shrugged. “I don’t know. Hailey really wanted it sent, though, and I can’t say no to her.”
“But we can’t actually send this!”
“Why not? Just get it to the airport, and have the mail plane take it up.”
Laura put her hands on her hips. “Then what?”
“Well, then it’s up to the guy driving the plane.” Kyle grinned. “Do you want to go out to dinner tonight?”
Walking up to the mail plane office, Laura felt silly. She knocked on the door, and waited in the wind until the postman opened the door.
“I have a special delivery for the mail plane. It’s a letter from a six year old little girl named Hailey Arnolds,” Laura said, holding out the letter. “I need to make sure it actually gets sent.”
“As long as it has the correct stamps for its weight, it should be fine,” the man muttered, taking the letter. He squinted his puffy eyes at the address. “Hey, what is going on? We can’t mail this.”
Laura felt a touch of anger. “You said as long as it had the correct stamps for its weight, it should be fine. Is the envelope too heavy?”
“No, but you can’t send a letter to heaven! It isn’t possible!” The man blew out his lips in frustration. “We cannot mail this. I don’t even know if God exists, and you’re asking me to mail Him a letter?”
“Well, I’m not sure either,” Laura said, folding her arms, “but a little girl from our town wants this sent very much. You can try!”
The man rubbed at the envelope with his thumb. “Fine. I can try, but I can’t promise that this can actually get to its destination! It’ll probably end up the ocean.”
“Thank you!” Laura smiled and ran back to her car. The man watched her go, then shook his head. “Hey Art, you have one more letter to take on your flight!”
Art came out of the break room, holding his everlasting cup of coffee. “Okay, let me have it. I’m about to get going... whoa, what is with the address, Harold?”
Harold sighed. “Some little six year old girl wants to mail God a letter.”
Sitting down at the table, Art tossed the envelope in his hands. “How am I supposed to deliver this?”
Harold sat down across from him and scratched his nose. “I don’t know. I wouldn’t know how to get something to somebody who probably doesn’t exist.”
“I think God exists,” Art said. “But I don’t think you can send Him letters.”
“Maybe you can just throw it out the plane window and see what happens.”
Art sucked in the underside of his lip. “It’s probably just going to land in the ocean, or in someone’s tree.” He stood up, grabbed his coat, and waved at Harold. “See you. I’ll tell you what happens when I get back.”
“What are you expecting to happen?”
“I don’t know.” Art wiggled his mouth. “Bye.”
Art made sure his plane was steady, then picked the envelope from off the floor. Will it ever reach heaven? Can it even reach heaven? Would God answer if it did?
Opening his window, Art stuck his head out, read the address one last time, and threw the envelope up as hard as he could. It stayed on the breeze for a few seconds, then began to drift down towards the earth.
Art sighed. “Too bad for the little girl. I didn’t think that could work.” Shutting his window, he continued flying as Hailey’s letter fell slowly down to the ground. A bird flew into it, squawked, and flew on, and the letter to God drifted into a rosebush.
As Mason waked out of his house, he saw the envelope stuck between the flowers and thorns, and pulled it free. “What in the world is this? A letter to God?”
Walking back inside, he sat down in the living room and copied the return address onto a new envelope, then took out a piece of paper and began to write.
Dear  Hailey,
My name is Mason Turbed. I found your letter in my rosebush today, and I want to help with your endeavour.
You were trying to send a letter to God, right? Well, I’m sorry, but that isn’t possible. We can’t reach heaven, or send things to it. Not even all people go to heaven. I’m sure you've heard it said that everyone goes to heaven, but only some people do. Only those who are saved, bought with the blood of Jesus Christ, go to heaven one day.
Anyway, aside from that, you cannot mail God a letter. But, if you are saved, there is something else you can do to communicate with God. It’s easier then using a paper and pencil, and you don’t have to pay for a stamp. You can pray to Him. If you are saved, God will listen to everything you say, and He’s never too busy, or not within hearing distance.
Hailey, prayer is our way to communicate with God while on this earth. No, you won’t physically hear any answers from God. But sometimes He answers by granting what you ask, or perhaps by not granting.
Another way to hear what He has to say is by reading His Word, the Bible. I think people have called it His letter to us. We can’t send a letter to heaven, but we can read the one God wrote for us before we were born.
I hope you don’t mind this letter, and I hope I haven’t sounded rude. I’m going to pray for you, Hailey. And just because you can’t send letters to God doesn’t mean you can’t write them. Writing prayer is the same as speaking it.
And if you’re saved-- a child of God-- He will hear you.
Mason Turbed
Mason folded his letter, readied it for the mail, and sat down by the window. “Dear Lord,” he prayed, “please open Hailey’s eyes, if they are not already opened, to see You clearly. Please help her to draw near to You, and please help me to do the same. Please bless and help all the people who tried to deliver this letter, and show them Your truth. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.”

The End