Showing posts with label short stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label short stories. Show all posts

Friday, April 9, 2010

Crochet Scarf

Sorry I haven't posted in a looooooooong time. Any way, I'm crocheting a scarf, and I'm posting the instructions. So here goes. I'm crocheting together a long chain of Eastern Stars, I can't find the patterns so sorry. I l;inked them together with 3 chain stitches and one yarn over, adjusted to the width of each petal. It's pretty long, I don't have pics, so you can kinda get the idea how vague this post is. Any way, here's the witch of mortinshire:
"King Hattuk? King Hattuk? Where are you?" Jasmina cried. She had been so concentrated with Sage that she hadn't paid attention to her surroundings. The king was no where to be found. They were in the middle of a desert, not the jungle! "Marcella, is this your magic?" Jasmina asked, only to hear, "This is part of your test to learn the way. You must escape back to the jungle on your own." Then, Marcella disappeared with the children, leaving Jasmina behind. "I've no training, how am I supposed to do this?" Jasmina asked the wind, for the wind was the only one there, other then the sand on the dunes. "Believe in yourself." cried the wind as it blew around and around, whisking the sand into patterns. The wind suddenly materialized into a little person. I person about the size of your pointer. Jasmina was astounded.
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Well, that's all for today!link

Monday, March 22, 2010

Beaded Happiness not so vague

So I'm not copying this directly from the instructions, but I found a pdf file (in color) of the instructions, so you can use that for more um, accurate info. So the site is here. I just found a Blue Bliss Necklace that is SO pretty!
So the instructions are here
And there are more AWESOME time-killing projects here. Anyway, I wanted to do a recap to.
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Once upon a time in a world full of chaos, there was beauty. This girl, though un-delighted, was the most beautiful creature you had ever set eyes on. This was Jasmina. Sally, Anne, and Sally-Anne were her three younger sisters. Little did Jasmina know that she was a witch. the witch of Mortinshire. Many a day, many a moon, many a year had passed, but all you could hear was Jasmina whistlin', cooking at her pot. Both Sally, Anne, were caring for little Sally-Anne. Mother had had a new baby, though smiles weren't for sale. It was all an accident, no money to pay for Rosemary. Rosemary wore her smiles bright without a ease, but little did she know that she was being cast away, with the littlest amount of ease. Orphaned though she was, she still wore her smile proud. Walking the streets of Mortinshire was not a party at all. 6 years had passed and Rosemary had somehow found a way to care for herself. Jasmina on the other hand had found Sage, the little girl that mother just had. "Take care of her for me, I cannot hold on... Any longer. I'm sorry." were her last words. She breathed her last breath, her hand fell to the silky sheets, her head fell to the lace pillow. All was chaos. Having her sixth child wasn't such a breeze. She died at age thirty-six, but no one noticed. "Marcella will take care if us, I hope she does not quit. for if she does our life will be lost." With little Sage she walked and walked around the brush she fought. Trying to find old maid Marcella, If she was at the garden weeding or not. And she was weeding. "Marcella. Mother has died." Jasmina whispered. "The queen has died." Marcella answered. "The queen?" Jasmina asked, her pretty face bewildered. "All hail the queen of magic, the witch of mortinshire, Queen Jasmina!" Suddenly, out of nowhere, Marcella waved a wand, a thick circlet of pure gold decorated with painted flowers on gold, topped the girl's head. One last thing: it was her thirteenth birthday.
Jasmina was terrified. she'd heard rumors that the Witch of Mortinshire was evil. People would.... wait... Marcella is her fairy godmother? Jasmina just said, "Marcella is my godmother?" when Marcella vanished, to appear behind her. "We must teach you the way." Marcella said. "WWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!" baby Sage cried. Rosemary was gone.
Wandering by herself in the gardens was fun, but easy to get lost. In her small cottage of a home, she had a gigantic garden. Marcella loved planting and had many remedies for her when she was little. Being but 2 years old, Rosemary was curious and stubborn. Little did she know she was about to have a surprise........
"Hey, kid." Rosemary shrieked. It was a cheetah that said that! "I heard your mom died. Is that true?" "Yes, Mr. Tiger, sir." Rosemary said as she shuddered. "I'm a cheetah!" the cheetah roared. "M-mother died while Sage born." Now Rosemary's grammar wasn't so very good, as she was only 2. "Jasmina got shocked over she was a witchie. Marcella told her." Rosemary had stopped shuddering, confident that since the cheetah had not eaten her yet, she was quite safe. "The witch of Mortinshire is dead? And young Jasmina is to learn the way? I must tell the king." The cheetah looked bewildered. "Who is king?" Rosemary asked. "The king of the animals, of course. The leader of the pack, the Panther! King Hatukk will be sorry to hear that Mistress Rowena, or your mother, is dead. He will have to teach Jasmina the way. And don't go asking me why the lion is not the king. His silly mane is just for show! Why, he's a coward inside. The Panther is the most high animal! Humans are so, so, impossible!" The cheetah turned his back to Rosemary, and walked away. He sauntered among the lilies, placing his weight on one side first, then the other. Humming a silly little tune, he walked off. Not sure whether it was a dream or not, Rosemary decided to tell Marcella. "Rosemary, dear, you mustn't go walking off like that!" Marcella said. "Marcella, Mr. Cheetah talked to me and said Mr. Panther, I mean King Hatukk would like to teach Jasmina the way. What is the way?" "Don't start talking nonesense to me!" Jasmina said. "Jasmina, we must send you to King Hatukk. sending the Cheetah must be urgent, for he is the fastest. we must go." and with Marcella, Jasmina, Sally, Anne, Sally-Anne,Rosemary and Sage, they were gone. All left in that cozy little cottage was Rowena, their mother's dead body, buried under the flowers. And they were seen in the woods the very next day, calling, "KingHatukk! King Hatukk! We heard your very urgent message!"
"King Hatukk!!!!!" Marcella cried, as she hugged the proud but soft panther. "Ah, Jasmina is here. Where is Rowena?" the panther seemed surprised the they did not bring Rowena. "Over here, your majesty," Marcella waved her wand that had been carefully tucked away in her dress, and Rowena appeared. "Rowena, your Majesty. Rowena, the ex- queen of witches, the Witch o Mortinshire!" Marcella bowed, and withdrew. The king pawed at a necklace on Rowena's, or mother's, as the children would've said, neck. The clasp sprang open, and the gold necklace fell to the ground. Picking it off the ground, Marcella said, "I can do the rest." And she put the intricately molded gold necklace caked with jewels around Jasmina's neck. "It's heavy." Jasmina said. "It stands for the weight you have to carry for the Witches." Marcella answered. Then, she put a gold circled that had been on Rowena's head on Jasmina, who said, "It's so light, I'm afraid it will be lost!" "This is for the responsibility of forgetting your people" and after Marcella said that, she fastened a few hair clips on the crown. With a cloud of sparkly substance, the forest was decorated for a coronation. The next day, donned with a purple robe and exquisite dress, Jasmina was allowed to sit on the throne. after everyone feasted, the leftovers and throne were whisked away, for a with of Motinshire does not need a crown or throne to show ones authority, only the necklace. And the tale of the withces' ancestry began, "The first Witch of Mortinshire, Queen Azure, was best friend to Queen Emma of Londornium. Londornium, at that time, was not quite as big as it is today. When Queen Emma died, Azure being ages younger than queen Emma, Azure appointed Princess Ricalla, Queen Emma's first daughter, to be queen. She was evil. At that time Queen Azure was only queen of Heidland, not a true witch yet. So her magic was not strong enough to oppose Princess Ricalla. Princess Ricalla then married Prince Robert of Notinshire, quite big at that time, and gave birth to Buttercup, who thankfully was very kind. Queen Azure, knowing Ricalla was planning to destroy Heidland, went up on the dangerously forbidden peaks of Cliff Mountain, and went to find Wise Man. Wise was very wise, as his nickname goes, and told Azure a secret: she had magic powers as strong, even stronger than a fairy's. After a month, she had cultivated her magic, with a helping and of Wise's knowledge, and was able to trap Ricalla. Prince Robert, though not evil, was also trapped with Ricalla on accident. This was their bondage forever. the kind-hearted, 3 year old Princess Buttercup of Londornium and Notinshire was adopted by Queen Azure, your great, great, great, great, great, great, a thousand times great grandmother. Buttercup was found to be pretty good in the magical arts, so Queen Azure treated her as a real daughter. Azure had no husband of her own, no children either so Buttercup was sometimes lonely indeed. On her thirteenth birthday, Buttercup was given the throne of Londornium, Notinshire, and Heidland, for Azure was retiring to devote her life to the magical arts. she was taken in by the folk, the magical folk of Mortinshire, so that is how the story ends. More like begins, for the reign of the witches followed on, Buttercup being the next Witch of Mortinshire. Some witches chose not to become royal, like your mother, and some had no choice because they had no younger siblings. The Witch is always considered queen of witches, royal to Heidland or not. Mortinshire became the center of all good magic, and Ricland, the land Ricalla named and conquered just before she died, is the center of dark magic. And the story goes on to your mother, Rowena, who did the great good thing: she conquered Ricland and retired to the cozy cottage you live in now. And as you know, the queen of Heidland right now is Queen Rolana." the king took a deep breath, and said,"Well, did you take all that in yet?" "I-I think so... It is quite hard to take it in all at once.Very hard, you would think. So Queen Rolana is my aunt? Then why isn't she the Witch of Mortinshire?" Jasmina asked. "WEll, the magic skips some." said the king. And he turned around and gave them food from his plate.
But before the food could be distributed, a swirling, angry cloud of black smoke whirled around them. Baby Sage wailed loudly. The smoke thinned, and with his cape flying and tossing in the wind, it was Count Robert. Looking quite like vampire, this ghastly uncle of Jasmina's was a long-lost relative. "C-count Robert!" Jasmina cried. "You mad it to the celebration." "You shouldn't have invited him." Marcella whispered. "The throne should be mine! I am theonly true male heir to the throne! My magic may not be strong as naive Jasmina's but she will pay for what she has done!" Count Robert yelled, looking very vain. If you were able to see the queer and unsatisfied look on the Count;s face, you would know how scary he looked. "What did I do?" Jasmina asked. She was too late, for there was silence. Robert was gone.
"Jasmina! Don't you know that Count Robert, how should I say this, the bad guy?" Marcella asked. "Marcella, I'm sorry. But I'm willing to start Magical Training to beat him." Jasmina tried to sound hopeful. She tried to smile. "Where's Sage?" Jasmina asked. The baby was gone. "Sally, Anne, Sally-Anne! Where are you!" Jasmina yelled, for they were gone too. Three heads poked out of a bush behind the Panther. "Count Robert-- Scary!!!" they yelled in unison. "Marcella, can they learn Magic with me, so we can fight together?" Jasmina asked. "It all depends whether or not the magic skipped them, and we have to find Sage first."
"Sagie! Sagie! Little Sagie!!!" Sally yelled. "Baby Sage! Sagie! Sagie!" Anne yelled. "Sage! Sagie! Baby Sage!" Sally-Anne yelled. "Sagie!" Rosemary giggled. Suddenly, Sage crawled out from under a bush. "Rowmary!!! Rowmary!!!" Sage tried to say "Rosemary." Jasmina smiled. "Oh Sage!!! I should have kept my eyes on you."
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HAHAH it's SO long! A Dark Mood, Black Panther WallpaperThat here is King Hattuk.



Saturday, March 13, 2010

Jasmina

Now for the Witch of Mortinshire.
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"Sagie! Sagie! Little Sagie!!!" Sally yelled. "Baby Sage! Sagie! Sagie!" Anne yelled. "Sage! Sagie! Baby Sage!" Sally-Anne yelled. "Sagie!" Rosemary giggled. Suddenly, Sage crawled out from under a bush. "Rowmary!!! Rowmary!!!" Sage tried to say "Rosemary." Jasmina smiled. "Oh Sage!!! I should have kept my eyes on you."
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Need to go to class now!

Friday, March 12, 2010

Sorry!

Okay, so I'm giving up on the First Day project. Any way, so today I'm going to show you a few of my favorite colors. So my favorite colors mostly fall into the blue-green category, so my first one is Cyan Blue, blended with a little Pathelo Blue.
The next is Aqua marine, which is also a jewel, AND the color of the year.
So Pantone, a brand that had a lot of colors, made this design, or one of the members from Pantone. Find it Here. I can't copy the images, sorry. Anyways, I wanted to introduce you to Tea Bag Folding. So tea bag folding is basically origami connected together to make rosettes and stuff.
and now back to the WITCH OF MORTINSHIRE.
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"Jasmina! Don't you know that Count Robert, how should I say this, the bad guy?" Marcella asked. "Marcella, I'm sorry. But I'm willing to start Magical Training to beat him." Jasmina tried to sound hopeful. She tried to smile. "Where's Sage?" Jasmina asked. The baby was gone. "Sally, Anne, Sally-Anne! Where are you!" Jasmina yelled, for they were gone too. Three heads poked out of a bush behind the Panther. "Count Robert-- Scary!!!" they yelled in unison. "Marcella, can they learn Magic with me, so we can fight together?" Jasmina asked. "It all depends whether or not the magic skipped them, and we have to find Sage first."
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The End!!!

Friday, March 5, 2010

Switching It Up: the fifth day of March

http://centros5.pntic.mec.es/sierrami/dematesna/demates56/opciones/investigaciones%20matematicas%200506/mujeresmatematicas/mujeres%20matematicas_archivos/image017.jpgI've never done this before, but I'm going to switch subjects for my first day project, because all the "Next Blogs" are about crafts and we have posted a lot about crafts, art, and blogs. We are moving on to science. So, today, most of the math class was like, really slutty, so my teacher was like, how many of you want to be video-game designers? So, all the boys raised their hands, so then the teacher asked, who wants to make the next big software program, for example, google? All but one person raised their hands. And then she said, well you need a lot of math skills to do all that. Well, our class must not be the only one who has been slutty. The teacher seemed well prepared with his defense. So she started going into a lecture about Ada Lovelace, then she saw that everyone was sitting with their backs straighter, and all pumped up, and she began a series of complicated problems! You should have seen it! Everyone was participating, unlike usual. So in case she asks us to do a report on Ada Lovelace, then I'd better write this down:

Ada Lovelace, born Augusta Ada Byron, was one of the most influential computer programmers in history, because she was the first one. Always a sickly child, young Lovelace at one time had to be kept in bed for almost a full year until she recovered. Though young, her tutor and friend was Mary Fairfax Somerville, who introduced her to Charles Babbage, inventor of the Analytical Machine, a machine that could add, times, divide, and do most math problems. Only a teen at the time when she saw the Machine with her own eyes, Ada understood the great things the machine could do, and how it worked. Later in her life, when she was asked by Babbage to write a report and take notes on the machine, Ada accepted, and wrote down many useful notes and added many of her own thoughts and perceptive ideas. Unfortunately, Ada and Babbage both died before the programming and more could happen, but the notes have been read, and executed into the computers we use today. Ada was 37 when she died.

Okay, I still want to post the Jasmina Story, a short bit, though.
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But before the food could be distributed, a swirling, angry cloud of black smoke whirled around them. Baby Sage wailed loudly. The smoke thinned, and with his cape flying and tossing in the wind, it was Count Robert. Looking quite like vampire, this ghastly uncle of Jasmina's was a long-lost relative. "C-count Robert!" Jasmina cried. "You mad it to the celebration." "You shouldn't have invited him." Marcella whispered. "The throne should be mine! I am theonly true male heir to the throne! My magic may not be strong as naive Jasmina's but she will pay for what she has done!" Count Robert yelled, looking very vain. If you were able to see the queer and unsatisfied look on the Count;s face, you would know how scary he looked. "What did I do?" Jasmina asked. She was too late, for there was silence. Robert was gone.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Knitting Again: the fourth day of March

Okay... Skitter Skatter Knitting is again, a blog about knitting. I found it and I'm so glad!!! You should check it out! Oh, and while looking around her blog, I found out they were having knitting olympics!!! So I found this other blog called Stuff and More Stuff, where I saw some fabulous knits! And there's more... I found this paper bead tutorial and just had to post it!!!!Any way, back to my short story...
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And the tale of the witches' ancestry began, " The first Witch of Mortinshire, Queen Azure, was best friend to Queen Emma of Londornium. Londornium, at that time, was not quite as big as it is today. When Queen Emma died, Azure being ages younger than queen Emma, Azure appointed Princess Ricalla, Queen Emma's first daughter, to be queen. She was evil. At that time Queen Azure was only queen of Heidland, not a true witch yet. So her magic was not strong enough to oppose Princess Ricalla. Princess Ricalla then married Prince Robert of Notinshire, quite big at that time, and gave birth to Buttercup, who thankfully was very kind. Queen Azure, knowing Ricalla was planning to destroy Heidland, went up on the dangerously forbidden peaks of Cliff Mountain, and went to find Wise Man. Wise was very wise, as his nickname goes, and told Azure a secret: she had magic powers as strong, even stronger than a fairy's. After a month, she had cultivated her magic, with a helping and of Wise's knowledge, and was able to trap Ricalla. Prince Robert, though not evil, was also trapped with Ricalla on accident. This was their bondage forever. the kind-hearted, 3 year old Princess Buttercup of Londornium and Notinshire was adopted by Queen Azure, your great, great, great, great, great, great, a thousand times great grandmother. Buttercup was found to be pretty good in the magical arts, so Queen Azure treated her as a real daughter. Azure had no husband of her own, no children either so Buttercup was sometimes lonely indeed. On her thirteenth birthday, Buttercup was given the throne of Londornium, Notinshire, and Heidland, for Azure was retiring to devote her life to the magical arts. she was taken in by the folk, the magical folk of Mortinshire, so that is how the story ends. More like begins, for the reign of the witches followed on, Buttercup being the next Witch of Mortinshire. Some witches chose not to become royal, like your mother, and some had no choice because they had no younger siblings. The Witch is always considered queen of witches, royal to Heidland or not. Mortinshire became the center of all good magic, and Ricland, the land Ricalla named and conquered just before she died, is the center of dark magic. And the story goes on to your mother, Rowena, who did the great good thing: she conquered Ricland and retired to the cozy cottage you live in now. And as you know, the queen of Heidland right now is Queen Rolana." the king took a deep breath, and said,"Well, did you take all that in yet?" "I-I think so... It is quite hard to take it in all at once.Very hard, you would think. So Queen Rolana is my aunt? Then why isn't she the Witch of Mortinshire?" Jasmina asked. "WEll, the magic skips some." said the king. And he turned around and gave them food from his plate.
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Whew.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

The third day of March

Next Blog!!!!!!!! (drumroll please!!!)
Pack & Pride of Kristie... All about dogs, family, some crafts, mostly knitting, and fun things.
And now... The Witch of Mortinshire Saga continues...
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"King Hatukk!!!!!" Marcella cried, as she hugged the proud but soft panther. "Ah, Jasmina is here. Where is Rowena?" the panther seemed surprised the they did not bring Rowena. "Over here, your majesty," Marcella waved her wand that had been carefully tucked away in her dress, and Rowena appeared. "Rowena, your Majesty. Rowena, the ex- queen of witches, the Witch o Mortinshire!" Marcella bowed, and withdrew. The king pawed at a necklace on Rowena's, or mother's, as the children would've said, neck. The clasp sprang open, and the gold necklace fell to the ground. Picking it off the ground, Marcella said, "I can do the rest." And she put the intricately molded gold necklace caked with jewels around Jasmina's neck. "It's heavy." Jasmina said. "It stands for the weight you have to carry for the Witches." Marcella answered. Then, she put a gold circled that had been on Rowena's head on Jasmina, who said, "It's so light, I'm afraid it will be lost!" "This is for the responsibility of forgetting your people" and after Marcella said that, she fastened a few hair clips on the crown. With a cloud of sparkly substance, the forest was decorated for a coronation. The next day, donned with a purple robe and exquisite dress, Jasmina was allowed to sit on the throne. after everyone feasted, the leftovers and throne were whisked away, for a with of Motinshire does not need a crown or throne to show ones authority, only the necklace. And the tale of the withces' ancestry began, "
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Suspension for you!

Sunday, February 28, 2010

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I have edited this particular post...
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Friday, February 26, 2010

Friday, the 26th

Once upon a time in a world full of chaos, there was beauty. This girl, though un-delighted, was the most beautiful creature you had ever set eyes on. This was Jasmina. Sally, Anne, and Sally-Anne were her three younger sisters. Little did Jasmina know that she was a witch. the witch of Mortinshire. Many a day, many a moon, many a year had passed, but all you could hear was Jasmina whistlin', cooking at her pot. Both Sally, Anne, were caring for little Sally-Anne. Mother had had a new baby, though smiles weren't for sale. It was all an accident, no money to pay for Rosemary. Rosemary wore her smiles bright without a ease, but little did she know that she was being cast away, with the littlest amount of ease. Orphaned though she was, she still wore her smile proud. Walking the streets of Mortinshire was not a party at all. 6 years had passed and Rosemary had somehow found a way to care for herself. Jasmina on the other hand had found Sage, the little girl that mother just had. "Take care of her for me, I cannot hold on... Any longer. I'm sorry." were her last words. She breathed her last breath, her hand fell to the silky sheets, her head fell to the lace pillow. All was chaos. Having her sixth child wasn't such a breeze. She died at age thirty-six, but no one noticed. "Marcella will take care if us, I hope she does not quit. for if she does our life will be lost." With little Sage she walked and walked around the brush she fought. Trying to find old maid Marcella, If she was at the garden weeding or not. And she was weeding. "Marcella. Mother has died." Jasmina whispered. "The queen has died." Marcella answered. "The queen?" Jasmina asked, her pretty face bewildered. "All hail the queen of magic, the witch of mortinshire, Queen Jasmina!" Suddenly, out of nowhere, Marcella waved a wand, a thick circlet of pure gold decorated with painted flowers on gold, topped the girl's head. One last thing: it was her thirteenth birthday.
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whew, I didn't know what else to write.
Luv from the blogger!!!!

Monday, February 22, 2010

The Twelfth Day of February

The milk crisis has ended. the machine has been shut down with the consent of Mr. Jimenaza. All is well. I have gotten my Central Kids Intelligence Agency Badge, and so has Anne. And, we're being called on a new mission: The Python Discovery.
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More next time about the Python Discovery. So for the rest of my post I would like to do some exploring... About Origami.
And that's just about it.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

The Sleep Over: Murder Mystery the tenth and eighth day of february


"Moriah, you can go to Anne's to sleepover tonight only if you promise me not to sleep too late." "Okay mom!"

Yes, that's how easy it was to get my mother to let me sleep over at Anne's. So, to summarize the events, nothing happened. Lisa had nothing to do with this, Mr. Jimenaza confessed, and it's all over. Mr. Jimenaza says that Vyna made the machine, and she didn't finish it by the deadline, so Mr. Jimenaza killed her. Mr. Jimenaza is the head of Love to Death, a terrorist organization. Lisa is being sent to the foster parents facility, and well, it ended fast. Tomorrow there is to be a ceremony for us.
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I know. I was too lazy to write some exciting news when it was time for the sleep over. yes, blame me.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Murder Mystery Solved? the eighth and nint day of February

"Anne and Moriah, I think you could help Michael and I solve many more mysteries. But make sure you don't go showing off too soon!" The screen flashed, and The Horner was gone. I hurried to make sure the peice of glass was safely returned to Anne's mom, then went to bed. I thought about the Jimenazas, and then decided this was all a dream, until I woke up, of course. Surprisingly, the next day I walked into school, and saw Michael talking to Lisa. The Horner must've gotten hold on her. I wonder if the mystery's solved yet. "Are you Michael?" I asked. "Yes. And you are Anne or Moriah?" "Moriah." I answered. "That is Anne." I pointed to Anne. As soon as Lisa left I whispered to Michael, "How did you find Lisa?" "Lisa was sick, she didn't transfer." he answered. "Did she spill the beans, I mean the milk?" I asked. "We're asking her tonight. Wanna come?" Michael asked. "I'll plan a sleep-over with Anne, and her mom, WA, will probably let us go." I answered.

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I need to do my work. Bye!!!! I'll be write back. ;)

Sunday, February 7, 2010

The Ongoing Mystery: The Seventh Day of February

Okay, now where were we...:

"I'm WA's daughter, Anne Burgess, and we have information about the MC milk crisis. Um, Lisa Jimenaza's supposedly step-mother Vyna Jimenaza was killed, right? So, um, so I heard that Mr. Jimenaza and Vyna Jimenaza divorced, so, uh, I think they head some kind of fight or something like a quarrel and they divorced and Mr. Jimenaza still has a grudge so he killed Vyna. I think Lisa helped her dad, but she doesn't know it. She transferred to a different school today, and I think she must've found out about the plot and we were trying to get her to spill the beans." "And you say you're WA's daughter. And you?" the man asked me. "I'm Moriah Lisenge. I helped solve this mystery, and I used to be friends with Lisa." "Now, Moriah, the CIA does have proof that Mr. and Mrs. Jimenaza were divorced, then Mr. Jimenaza married again to Vyna Zynorse, who became Vyna Jimenaza. But we do not yet have proof that Lisa has tranferred. You may be right, so keep you eyes peeled and ears opened for more reports from me, uh, us. Keep working on cracking this case, or you might not get enough calcium for the rest of your life. But what about the milk machine? Who built the milk machine?" "Well, Mr. Horner, I think Lisa helped Mr. Jimenaza the machine, she's really good at science. She won the science fair award, you see. Lisa was probably asked to build the machine for Mr. Jimenaza to sell to a company, because they are very poor, you see. I think Vyna still supports the family with her money until she died." I said. "Very interesting hypothesis. We will look into this idea." The Horner said, looking very excited. "We might just have cracked the case wide open, Miss Moriah Lisenge. You would probably like to meet my son, Michael. He is very like you, and is very good at solving mysteries. Is this your first mystery?" "No, sir. But I would like to meet Michael. Which school does he go to?" I asked. Michael sounded nice. "He used to be homeschooled, but he just transfered to your school, Heidi Daleton Elementary and Junior School. Thank You for helping us. And thanks to you, Anne Burgess. You will both be getting official Central Kids Intelligence Agency badges, to let your moms park anywhere. Keep working hard and get good grades!"

Saturday, February 6, 2010

The Sixth Day of February

http://www.murdermysterycanada.com/images/MYSTERY_LOGO_BLACK_2004.GIF




Okay. I got this MURDER MYSTERY picture from this awesome site that has murder mystery games. Too bad have to pay. Any ways, Here's the story:

I didn't know what to do. Lisa was gone, and this murder mystery is getting even more mysterious. I thought I could solve it, but what could I do? I'm not the CIA. CIA!!! That's it!!! All I have to do is tell the CIA my hypothesis and with the CIA on my side, I would be able to get proof! But how could I contact the CIA???? I asked Anne about it. Her mom was part of the CIA "Why didn't you say so?" I asked. "She isn't a very important part of the CIA. She's just a stand by agent, but she can contact The Horner, the headmaster of the CIA. "How do you know so much?" I asked her. "Even though my mom's a famous actress, she can use that as her excuse to travel the world for the CIA. She always tells me of her adventures, and don't say I'm lying! Don't tell anybody though." her voice fell to a whisper.
We went to her house, and her mother gave us this piece of glass. I tapped on it, and I saw a face appear on the screen. "WA come in! World Actress!" I saw a man in all black say. "This is THE HORNER." "Hi!" Anne said nervously. "I'm WA's daughter, Anne Burgess. We have information..."

Gotta Go!!!!

Friday, February 5, 2010

The Fifth Day of February

"Mr. Jimenaza killed Vyna Jimenaza, and Lisa helped him plan it, even though she doesn't know it." I said secretly. "Moriah! Time for bed!" I heard my mother say. "I gotta go!" I whispered into the phone, turned and said to my mother, "Coming mom!!!" I got into my room and got ready for bed. Taking a flashlight and paper and pencil with me, I climbed in under the sheets and planned how to get Lisa to spill the beans. I could make a drill and drill a hole from my house to hers, and threaten to kill her dad if she doesn't tell me. Nope. Too risky. I could be her friend again, go to her house, and quietly sneak the questions into her head, so that she wouldn't suspect anything. Yes!!!! I circled the idea with a red marker, and but it into the pocket of my jacket to show Anne, and fell soundly asleep. When I opened my eyes, I found Anne shaking my shoulder. "Wake up!!!" she said. "Was the milk crisis all a dream? Or did you sneak into my house?" I asked her drowsily. "I came here to tell you something. Lisa Jeminaza doesn't go to our school anymore. She just transferred to being homeschooled." "What!" I half-yelled. "How are we supposed to solve the mystery now??? I had the purrfect plan to make her let the cat out of the bag and now she transfers?!?!?!?!?!? She must've found out about her dad's secret, or her dad new someone was on his tail!" I was devastated. I hadn't had milk in a long time. I couldn't hold it any longer. I had to do something about Lisa!!!!!!!!!!

Thursday, February 4, 2010

The Fourth Day of February

Okay... Here is is...

'This had become a murder mystery' I thought. Whose fault was it that there was no milk? Can I solve the mystery? Does Lisa Jimenaza still go to my school? Is Vyna Jimenaza really dead? Questions like these flooded into my head, and I swear it was going to explode. First, I thought about Lisa. I was sure she still went to my school, which was Heidi Daleton Elementary and Junior School. Questionably, I thought about how she always dressed in black. Maybe her mother was already dead and somebody was impersonating her! Lisa and I used to be friends, but then we had a fight, then I noticed Anne Burgess, and we became friends. Suddenly, I remembered that Lisa never talked about her mother. She only ever talked about her dad, who was the only parent I had ever seen. I was very positive that someone had impersonated, or maybe cloned Vyna Jimenaza. Then somebody was probably jealous, and murdered her for the money. I knew isa's mom worked full time, because Lisa told me that. Vyna could be her stepmom! This was starting to come together, but I had no proof. Could I try to win Lisa back as a friend, or risk sneaking into Delaware? Delaware was too far. Lisa's stepmom worked too far away from Montana. Maybe Vyna Jimenaza and Lisa's dad were divorced. Another reason Lisa would wear black. "Anne. I think I know who mudered Vyna." I whispered into the phone. "We have to prove that I'm right. I need to become friends with Lisa again. This is Operation Murder Mystery."
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Sooooooooooooooooooooooo what do you think??????
I make it up as I go, and never wanted it to be a murder mystery... I don't know how I'm going to do this. If Moriah, the main character, tells Anne Burgess, the best friend, who the murderer is, then how am I supposed to get them to travel to Delaware and get them on television to tell the owrld they solved the mystery? How are they going to find proof? Squeeze the answeres out of Lisa? And what happens to Lisa Jeminaza, the daughter of Vyna Jeminaza, the murdered? Maybe I can squeeze Mr. Jeminaza into the story. Maybe Lisa is a friend of Jillian Siquan, the news reporter!!! Wait a second.. I'm not giving the story away... :)

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Second and Third Day of February

Ok. More about the Milk Crisis:

"Moriah!" I heard Anne say over the phone. "Go to Channel 63.1 and watch the news!!!" she sounded really scared. I saw Jillian Siquan, the news reporter, yell into the microphone over the winds, "Right here at Delaware, the high winds and rain seem to be made from... Milk! Scientists all over the world are carefully examining this curious process. One hour ago, when you checked your fridge, you probably saw spilt milk. But now, when you check your fridge, you will see evaporated milk clinging to the top of the fridge, trying to escape to Delaware. John Walaskey here is a scientist who has a hypothesis:" "I'm John. what I think happened here is that some kind of global molecular system has attracted the water and liquid molecules in milk, and sent them to some kind of processor plant and transmitted them out some kind of spout. We have pinpointed the center of this Milk Crisis. Amilie Milk Plant. This plant has been losing money because their cows have been getting old and they didn't have enough money to replace them. Bottom line, we need to shut off the plant." "Thank you John. We have been sent a notice that Delaware CIA residents have been trying to shut down this horrific machine. Here is Emilie Amest, the owner of Amilie Milk Plant:" "Jillian Siquan and the world, I did not mean to make a machine but there has been something mysterious going on in the corridors of Amilile Milk Plant or AMP. AMP worker Vyna Jeminaza made us sign a contract to let her build a machine that would help the cows recover from Cowitis. Then, the day before the unveiling of this great machine, Vyna Jeminaza was murdered." the young owner Emilie Amest said. "This is quite a story. I bet the CIA is getting baffled! Well, we'll return with more news about this milk heist tomorrow at 8:00. This has been Jillian Siquan for Investigator Alligator News Live from Delaware and around the world. News you need and want."
"Did you hear that, Moriah?" I heard Anne ask over the phone. I just realized in my hurry to turn on the TV, I forgot to hang up the phone. "Yes." I answered. Shockingly, I realized I knew Lisa Jeminaza. And her mother was Vyna Jimenaza, the one who was murdered.


Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Poor Blog and First Day

First Day of February: Short Stories
Oh my poor neglected blog!!! What to write about... I'll write a short story!!! Okay. A short story about a girl that... that goes to someplace to find... milk!!!

"Anne!!!"I shouted at the top of my lungs. "Anne!!!" she mimicked. "You're finally here!" I said, relieved. "Anne Burgess, you are one feisty little girl!" I said, mimicking Mr. Thenornow, my writing teacher. Anne was always getting into trouble. I went home to get a glass of milk. I couldn't live without milk! It's my favorite drink! Especially chocolate milk. Yumm... I opened the fridge, to find... Spilt milk! how could I drink that. I thought about slurping it, but the fridge was too cold. I would freeze myself. "Do you have milk?" I asked Anne. I thought about the Got Milk? commercials. "Let's check." she answered. Speedily, I dashed breathlessly through the corridors of her house that I was well familiar with. I hastily opened the fridge and saw... Spilt Milk! We then went to the supermarket, but there was only the janitor mopping up... Spilt Milk!!! The whole town had... Spilt Milk!!! Tearfully, I begged my mom to drive me to the neighboring town. "Please, please, please!!!" I begged almost at tears. I could feel a teardrop rolling down my cheek. Being a real softie, my mother gave in and drove me to see... Spilt Milk!!! The cows at the farm had been squeezed dry of milk. The milk at the processor building was spilt. Gallons of spilt milk gushed from the tipped over gigantic milk glass. "Ugh!" I shouted. I walked tirelessly to... Canada!!! and did they have milk? Nooooooo. this was a global calcium crisis!!!

Want to hear more of my not-so-short story? Come back tomorrow!