Dear You, Love Me

dear you,

i'm thinking of you. i miss you. i feel so alone without you. like there's nobody else who understands me. you were the only one, ever. and now you're gone. and i'm not even sure what i'm going to do. i go to the places that we used to go to. but that only makes it worse. i can barely see your face anymore, in my mind. pictures don't do you justice. that's just a captured moment. i don't want a captured moment. i want you.

i feel lost without you. i don't feel... the same. please come back. i know you can't, but i wish you would at least try. that would make all the difference. i know that you're not going to write back to me. because you can't. but i wish you'd still try.

i miss you,
love,
me

fictional||inspired by the picture

A really strange and random poll

Dear Readers,

I'm just really interested to see what you guys think.... I mean, really...

OK, ready? :)

(this might be kind of weird, but just hold on)

Which of the following movies/books are better?

Hunger Games

Twilight

Which of the following movies/books are worse?

Hunger Games

Twilight

I know they're both really popular, so I was just wondering what YOU guys think.

(I, personally, have never read any of the books of either series, never read Twilight, and only watched the first Hunger Games, so.... yeah....... =P)

I'm just really interested to see. :)

Hope you tell me. :)

Love,

Willow

The Day of Jokes

Dear Readers,

Hiya, this is Jessie Bender. ;)

I know I didn't write on April Fool's Day, but I was definitely busy. ;)

And so I thought I'd recount my adventures on that day.

[Just to warn you, others were busy, too....]

Anyway, so it's kind of unspoken rule in my house that you DON'T DO APRIL FOOL'S JOKES. But, of course, Noah hadn't said anything about them, right? =D I was fully prepared to hit my best friend--hard--when April Fool's rolled around...

Since it was a Monday, it was like perfectly perfect. First day of school for that week, and April Fool's. I'd been hoping that Noah would forget what the date was.

Amazingly, he did.

Me: (walks into school, spots Noah, smiles and runs over) Hey, Noah!

Noah: Oh, hey, Jessie.

Me: (see he's not wearing green. Pinches him)

Noah: (frowns) What was THAT for??

Me: (pinches him again)

Noah: Gee, Jessie, stop it!

Me: You're not wearing green.

Noah: So?

Me: It's April first.

Noah: Yeah...

Me: You know--April Fool's Day?

Noah: (light bulb goes on in his head) Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.

I was fully decked out in everything green that I could possibly think of--green pants, green shirt, green socks, green shoes, even a green ponytail!! (and I'd snagged a green bag of Mom's for my books)

"Wait," Noah started. "You're not going to launch anything else on me, are you?"

I just grinned. "Have you been by your locker yet?"

Noah's face paled. "No. What did you do?"

I shrugged. "Nothing. Hey, look over there!"

Noah looked and then turned back to me with a confused frown. "There's nothing..."

"I was sure there was," I joked. "Come on."

"Oh, I get it," Noah called up to me as I started walking towards his locker. "You've been on blogs figuring out how to do April Fool's Jokes, haven't you? That was all a joke!"

My friend's obviously not stupid.

By the time lunch came around, I'd run out of jokes to play on my friend.

But he'd just started.

I opened my locker after lunch to find all of my books switched up. I glared. Now how on earth had he gotten in to my locker?! Then I got so confused by our teacher switching up our seats for a joke that I didn't think about it when Noah yelled, "Look over there!" And then everybody laughed at me. OK, maybe these jokes weren't so funny. But at least I'd done them between just us!

And THEN I stopped by my locker just as school ended and found a note that read, "I hate you."

"This is horrible," I whispered.

"What's wrong?" Suddenly Noah showed up.

I showed him the note.

He burst out laughing.

"What?" I demanded.

"It's April Fool's," he pointed.

"So?" I snorted.

"So that means that whatever it says is the opposite," he pointed out.

Oh NO!

This was even WORSE!

As you can probably guess, Noah wouldn't stop laughing the whole ride in his mom's car back to his house. (I'd made a deal with him--we'd both stop doing jokes on each other, and I'd come and help him with his homework.... Mom, of course, had approved.) l

As for me... HOW AM I GOING TO LIVE?!!!!????!?!

Love,
Jessie

a post in which i talk randomly [again][yeah]

Dear Readers,

Today was really busy. =P I got a seriously bad sunburn and watched lots of runners. (if you've watched a track meet before--have you ever just felt like you're the one dying out on the field instead of the person who's actually dying??? I seriously felt that today.... =P [that might be because I've died while trying to practice... =P])

Anyway, I'm really trying to work on Olivia 3 (=P). Please don't freak out if I don't finish right away. There's a few things that's wrong with it and would need like real rewriting, and at the time I'm more focusing on stories that I could actually possibly publish in the future. So that's mostly why I haven't been writing on it lately..... not to mention that I keep on getting bombarded with story ideas. =P

(oh yeah, and The Thief... err, yeah... that book... =P)
(and all of the other books)

Anyway, I was wondering... do you guys like book reviews?? I'm mean, really? Seriously? Girl to girl??????? (please please please tell me)

I can't wait to tell you guys who won the picture contest!!! :)

Talk to ya later.

Love,
Katrina
(who still needs a new name)
(HELP!)
(MAJOR HELP!!!!!!!)

Lime Baseball

Dear Readers,

This is Jessie. You're not going to believe what happened!!!!!!

OK, so, the other day I got an invitation to go to Noah's house for a party. (I was pretty sure it was something about the football... [because, you know, I did save them by dressing up as the mascot that one time...... ONE OF THE MOST HORRIBLE DAYS EVER.] but my best friend's emails aren't always the easiest to interpret. =P)

Anyway, so I talked to my mom, and she was like...

Mom: Of course your going! Noah's your best friend!

Me: Are you sure? I mean, from Noah's email, it sounded like just him and his football buddies.

Mom: Of course! I know all of their parents. It'll be fine.

Me: OK, but I'm not going to be wrangled into dressing up as a mascot.

Mom: O course not!

So that's how I found myself standing in front of Noah's house.

"Hey, Jessie!" Noah ran out of the house. "Come on--we're about to start playing Imaginiff." He paused, and then leaned forward and hissed, "By the way, I've just got to warn you that Marcus is here."

NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"WHAT?!" my voice squeaked. "Are you kidding!?"

"No," he answered.

"Look," I hissed, "I can't go in there. I hate that kid. I'll probably starting throwing food at him, and I don't want to do that."

"Look," Noah whispered, "it'll be fine. Come on."

He practically dragged me into the house, where his mom was trying to save all of her precious vases and picture frames. (I would've given it up.) Noah's football buddies were running around the house like crazy. (I'm serious. Middle school boys are so immature. =P) Marcus was sitting like a board, glaring, on Noah's couch.

"I need to leave," I hissed. "My mind's already thinking of ways to booby trap Marcus!"

"It'll be fine," Noah told me. "Just relax. Hey, you can go and help Mom in the kitchen, OK?"

I watched his mom catch a picture that was falling off the wall. "Noah, your mom's not IN the kitchen."

"Well, you know what I mean." He pushed me towards the door. "Go on."

I went into the kitchen. Paper plates and cups sat on the kitchen table, next to a bowl full of limes and oranges and a platter of sandwiches.

"What's this party really for, anyway?" I muttered, picking up a lime and throwing it between my hands like a baseball.

CRASH!!! The sound made me cringe and then run angrily into Noah's living room. Marcus was standing with a smug smile over a broken vase.

"YOU HOOLIGAN!" I shouted at him.

And then I did something really awful.

I threw the lime at his head.

"OOF!" He fell to the ground, rubbing the back of his head. Then he stood up and glared at me. "What was that for?!"

As you can imagine, I was horrified.

It ended up that I apologized, Noah's mom cut the party short, and we went home.

HAD I REALLY JUST THROWN A LIME AT MARCUS???????

Oh stink.

Love,
Jessie

And why hath I neglected you [for a day]?!

Picture from this awesome blog.

Dear Readers,

Why did I not post yesterday?!

*drum roll*

I had a cold, and I was reallyyyyyyyyyy tired, so basically it was a eat-chicken-noodle-soup-and-watch-movies day. (Yes, pretty awesome, except that I was way tired.... =P And my throat hurt. Yeah. It was that kind of a cold. And today my nose's runny. Yuck.)

Anyway, thanks so much, Brittney Ann, for linking up on Embers|pictures that inspire!! I LOVED your pictures. (Recognize the one in this post? Sorry, I just loved it so much. :) Are you on Pinterest?? You'd have awesome photos!! :))

Anyway, so no news on Rubberboot Girl getting published. As soon as the magazine's website is available I'll go and leave you the link so that maybe you can subscribe!! :) (It's a free Christian magazine. I hope you do subscribe!! And if you have a business, you might be able to get it advertised. I'm not quite sure.)

Anyway, lately I've really been focusing on prayer in my own life. It's amazing. I find myself praying a lot. Every time I think of something, I'm just praying. It's so awesome!! :) God is so good. :)

I'll catch ya'll later. ;)

Love,
Katrina

Newspaper Reminders

Dear Readers,

This is Jessie. The baby's on the way, and I'm way excited!! (Though I'm not enjoying the smell of baby powder that's now in the house since Dad accidently dumped a whole bottle on the floor.... Not cool.) Since the spaghetti fight, the heat has totally been cut off, though Maya's still a jerk.

Oh yeah.

Josh sent me an email. (Apparently, I'm been neglecting my newspaper duties...)(And if you don't remember, Josh is the leader of the newspaper... yeah, and I'm paired to work with Michael. *horrible*)

To: Jessie Bender <dramaticcrazyjessie@gmail.com>
From: josh.newspaper@yahoo.com (I knew at once that it was the Josh-from-my-school Josh)

Jessie,

Sheesh, what've you been?! You were like really good at the newspaper, and then you just like dropped your responsibilities. If you're going to be no the newspaper, please remember that you ARE. Thank you. And don't forget that you're paired with Michael!!

Josh

Gee, thanks, dude.

Anyway, I DO want to be on the newspaper, so this is what I sent back.

To: josh.newspaper@yahoo.com
From: Jessie Bender <dramaticcrazyjessie@gmail.com>

Josh,

I'm still paired with Michael?? OK, OK, I still want to be in... sorry, it's just I was really busy and then I kind of forgot. :/

Jessie

Then I sent it.

I was going to have to come up with a pretty good story to get me back on the newspaper....

Love,
Jessie

I might have a story in a magazine...?

Dear Readers,

Guess what?! I might be (might be) having a continuing story in a magazine! (like again and again) (and a real magazine) (by a really awesome person I know) Anyway, we haven't figured out everything out, but I'm pretty sure it's all going to work out. :) I'M SO EXCITED!!!!!! I really love the lady who's going to be doing the magazine. I just can't wait!!

The editor of Connie has told me that they have gotten to the end (I believe) of chapter eight, and when they start editing again they can get to chapter nine. Like I said, they're thorough. I'll make sure to keep you updated, and if/when I get Connie published/agreed-to-be-published I'll make sure to let all of you know!!!!! :)

So, did you guys like the new Abigail? Well? (Well, I did!! =D)

I'll tell you guys more about the magazine later.

(I'm also probably going to have an add for it. And a place where you can subscribe. And of course a link to the magazine's website.)

As for now, I'll be seeing you later....

Love,
Katrina

A very short letter from Jessie and a message from Storyteller.err.Katrina

Dear Readers,

This is Jessie, and I just got back to my own beautiful house in Dayton, Ohio, and away from the farm. PHEW! I'm glad to be back.

Bye!

P.S.From.Storyteller.err.Katrina. OK, just to say, Abigail Jane Applegate WILL be coming back, but she's very different. Everything's that happened before... it's zilch. So, we're starting over! Clean slate! Whoohoo!! Keep a lookout for it. ;)

A Horsey Adventure

Dear Readers,

This is Jessie.

And guess what?

I've got news.

My parents decided that they were going to let me have a "sleepover" at my cousin's house.

OK, so my cousin lives in Indiana on this farm where they have all of these horses and animals and whatnot.

I suppose it's because they didn't like me freaking out about the baby.

Urgh.

Anyway, so I got my things together and got shipped off.

My cousin, Adriane, happens to be kind of a horse-whisperer. She's the one who takes care of the horses and is kind of like their lead mare.

And guess what happened this morning?

So I was playing in their barn with the kittens that they have with my younger cousin, Lilly, when all of a sudden Adriane comes running in.

"Jessie!" she yelled. "I need your help--RIGHT NOW!"

So I jumped down from the loft (OK, OK, I used the ladder... ;D) and she yelled at me to grab one of the horses' halter (which the leadrope attached) and another leadrope, explaining that one of the horses had gone and jumped the fence. (OH GREAT!) Then she took off running, a bucket of grain in hand. I came stumbling after her.

She was already with the horse, letting it fill its stomach greedily with the grain. Blood oozed from this really nasty cut on its leg. She told me to put the leadrope around the horse's neck, which I did. Then she slowly pulled away the mostly-empty bucket and put the horse's halter on. Then she told me to walk ahead with the empty feed bucket and get the other horses into the corral.

At first, I was kind of freaked out. Me? Horses? They hadn't mixed. EVER. We'd have to see if I survived...

So I went ahead, not running, and got the other horses into the corral while she got the horse she pulled along into the corral. Then she told me to go and get some healing salve and a bucket full of warm water and a soft cloth. I managed to find all of them, and quickly got them back out to her.

Now I could really see all of the damage that the horse had gone and done to herself. Other than the oozing cut on her leg, there was a kind of chunk/cut taken out just above that leg (not that much...). She also had a small cut on the other leg. Adriane told me she was lucky. Apparently some horses look like Joey in War Horse after trying to jump a fence. (Though our horsey friend actually HAD jumped the fence...)

Yeah, so that's my adventure.

Pretty crazy, huh?

Love,
Jessie

Based on real-life events.

A Childish Occurrence

Dear Readers,

This is Jessie. The heat still hasn't died done. URGH!

But I get home from school, and Mom and Dad are sitting on the couch. I frowned, hesitated, and then came in, wondering what on earth was going on.

"Uh, hey," I managed, dropping my backpack on the chair by the door. "Um, what's going on? You guys just have a little heart-to-heart talk or something? Because if so, I can leave..."

"Oh, no, actually, we were waiting for you to come home," smiled Mom, pushing a piece of hair behind her ear, giving that knowing smile to Dad.

"Oh, really?" I plopped down on one of the chairs.

"Yeah," agreed Dad. "We've got some important news."

I froze. Oh great!! We weren't moving, were we?! I still remembered with horror when we'd almost moved to Dodo, Alaska. YEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! With sweaty palms and a gulp, I looked up at them.

"So what's the news?" I whispered.

"Well...." Dad smiled at Mom.

"We're..." started Mom.

"...Going to be having a baby!" they both said at the same time.

I about choked. A BABY?! Were they kidding!? They couldn't have a baby!! I'd be like thirteen years older than it!! That was HORRIBLE!!!!! And it was probably going to be all stinky and whatever and I'd have to go and change all of its diapers. And then Mom and Dad would pay more attention to the baby than to me.

Ugh.

"Oh, uh, that's great," I managed feebly.

While they were rejoicing together, I went upstairs to my laptop and quickly shot Noah an email.

To: Noah Darcy <savethekoalabears@yahoo.com
From: Jessie Bender <dramaticcrazyjessie@gmail.com>
Subject: THE WORLD HAS COME TO AN END!!!

Noah,
I'm serious!! My parents are having a BABY!!!!!!! How horrible is that?! What am I going to do??!!?! I need some help!!!!!!!!!
Jessie

I quickly sent the email before I could change my mind.

What am I going to do?????

*Embarrassing!*

Dear Readers,

This is Jessie. And I've come to announce that I'm hopping mad at Summer!!!

Mostly because of the last thing I heard come out of her mouth!!!!

And now her horrible words have become this really bad rumor.

Thankfully, Noah has chosen to ignore it all.

(For a guy, he really is an awesome best friend.....)

It's horrible. I walked through the hallway and pinned to my locker was this note--

"Jessie loves Noah."

I admit it. I about puked!!

The next time I went to my locker the note was gone. I was pretty sure it had been Noah. Thanks, buddy. I owe you one.

Every time I saw Summer, she was just glaring fiercely at me. I kind of wondered why. I mean, I suppose she might LIKE Noah, but I would think that that stinky Maurice was more of her type, if you know what I mean...

Either way, when school ended I sprinted out the door, running into Mom's waiting car and yelled, "STEP ON IT, MOM!!!"

When I explained the whole situation, Mom admitted there wasn't anything she could do.

Me: Are you serious?

Mom: Uh, yeah...

Me: Can't you like talk to the principal or something?!

Mom: What can he do about it?! You can't make a whole school stop talking about something!!

Me: What about the Nazis?!

Mom: Jessie, what about them?

Me: Well, they made people stop reading Jewish books and whatever, so I think that the principal could...

Mom: Jessie, this isn't 1940!!

Me: I know...

Mom: You're just going to have to grin and bear.

Me: Grin and bear it?! More like PUKE and bear it!! It's embarrassing!! He's just my best friend. Can't they get over it?

Mom: Apparently not....

Isn't this awful?!

Party Horrors

Dear Readers,

Hey, this is Jessie!!

Let's just say that you probably don't want to hear about the dance.

What? You DO?!

OK, your funereal.

(It WASN'T MY FAULT, okay?!)

OK, so, like, I got ready, and then Noah's mom came over and we all went to the dance and got dropped off, and the whole time we were joking all over the place.

And then we finally got there, and the whole thing was totally decked out like this huge castle or something, with streamers and big paper cutouts and lots of crazy stuff. We were pretty much like "are you serious? This was the GYM?!"

So then Noah's mom drove off and we just walked in there like old pals. I think that Noah wanted us to go, but didn't want to go with me and ask because he was afraid that I'd think he was going all weirdo on me. So it was all relaxed and totally friend-to-friend, which was what I wanted.

When we walked in, Summer looked about ready to burst.

"What's her problem?" I snorted.

"Probably ate a sweet pickle," chuckled Noah. "Come on. I think I see some food over there."

Boys. Always thinking about food.

OK, OK, I admit it--I was starved. So we hurried over and attacked the food and then sat on in the chairs by the wall and watched the drama unfold. Pretty interesting.

First, Summer got jealous about Ladasha and "secretly" (not very. We could see the whole thing.) tripped Ladasha so that she fell right into Maurice, who'd been dancing with another girl who I'd never met.

Then Ladasha went and started yelling things that I wont repeat at Summer, which got everybody horrified and hushed. THEN the principal showed up and demanded what on earth was going on. Then Summer lied and said that Maurice had taken her out and then been ignoring her the whole time.

Then Ladasha told her that she was a liar--TO HER FACE--and then they both got taken off to the principal's office.

Then I got wrangled into dancing, and then Maurice asked me, and then I had to dance again with Noah, then I hid over by the refreshment table, and then, and only THEN, did the dance finally come to and end.

I LOVE YOUR TIMING, GOD.

But then something really horrible happened. Summer had somehow escaped the hands of the principal and, just as I was walking out, yelled,

"SO YOU'RE LIKE DATING NOAH, AREN'T YOU, JESSIE?!"

And I was horrified that I nearly fell over, and Noah grabbed my arm and we ran towards the door.

So then I finally managed to escape.

With Noah's help, of course.

#WORSTNIGHTEVER

I'm sorry I haven't written. So much has happened.

Dear Readers,

This is Abigail Jane Applegate. I'm sorry that I haven't written in what seems like ages to me. The war (Revolutionary War) is still raging around me. I feel the sadness of the people as more and more fall to the cause of freedom for this country.

I am currently living at my grandmother's plantation, and my father has gone off to war. It's not easy living here. My grandmother expects that we all have to be perfect ladies. But I do not want to be. I am considered to be the ugliest of my sisters, but I do not care. I just wish that I could get away from here... and from the war...

Thankfully, I manage to escape sometimes during the day. This is wonderful--when I can escape to the barns and hide in one of the lofts. Nobody finds me, and I can write one of these letters or write in my diary that is, mostly and sadly, empty, because I cannot bring myself to write of the tragedies of war.

I hear somebody calling me.

Sincerely,

Abigail Jane Applegate

* * *

Meanwhile, I (Storyteller/Katrina) found some awesome pics on Pinterest for ya'll. ;D

Some updates, and a name change...?

Dear Readers,

I didn't mean a name change of this blog, so it's OK. Really. :) I meant like instead of Piper. I really do need a different name, especially since I'm now thinking of myself on this blog as looking something like this:

Yeah. So I was thinking something more like... I don't know... magical? Princess-like? Anyway, if you have any ideas, please talk to me.

Anyway, so the reason that I haven't been posting for the two days is...

... I was puking my guts out on Wednesday. Yeah, not pretty.

Actually, it wasn't that bad. It was bad, but not that bad, I'm saying. Yesterday I mostly just had a massive headache and watched movies all day. Yep. Pretty much confirmed that The Adventures of Tintin, Lord of the Rings, and How to Train Your Dragon (I had watched Tintin just a few days before and our LOTR movies were being loaned, so amazingly I only watched the Dragon one =P) are some of my favorite movies.

Yeah.

Have any of you guys watched HoodwinkedToo? Well, I got to, and I didn't really like it. They all looked different, their personalities pretty much changed, and... well... let's just say that I would describe the story line as "dark". Yeah.

So--

What have you guys been doing? ;)

Love,

Xxxxxx

('Member--talk to me about a new name ;D)

Ladasha the Beautiful

Dear Readers,

Hi, this is Jessie Bender. Yes, I'm finally back!!

Oh yeah--and that talk about the junior CIA? Just go and forget about that. You don't need to know anything. In fact, it might even endanger your very own life.

No, no, you're quite safe, just don't try to go and find me, OK?

Anyway, so after I got back Noah said he was never going to leave my side ever again--EVER AGAIN--but then I pointed out that obviously he didn't live at our house and wasn't going to any time soon. (Or ever. Hopefully never.)

I went to school and I was surprise when Maya ran up.

"JESSIE!" she shrieked, wrapping her arms around me.

"Oh, uh, hi," I managed. "How ya doing, Maya?"

Summer came down the hallway and rolled her eyes at us. "Oh, I see the loser's back."

"Don't call her a loser." It was Maurice, glaring fiercely at Summer. "Jessie Bender is definitely NOT a loser, and I'd like you to remember it!"

Summer rolled her eyes, muttering, "Whatever," and stalking off down the hallway in her high heels.

Noah stuck to my side like glue the whole time. Whenever I went somewhere he couldn't go (coughcoughGIRL'S BATHROOMcoughcough) he guarded the door like he was my personal bodyguard and I was president's daughter. That kid is my best friend, but, come on, it was kind of embarrassing.

I was just coming out of one of my classes when this beautiful girl who could've passed as an Indian princess walked down the hallway. I glanced over at Noah to see the affect she was having on him, but Noah was just rolling his eyes. I smiled. Good ol' Noah.

"That girl probably thinks she's so hot," muttered Noah. "Well, I'm going to break trends and call her ugly!"

"Noah," I warned.

"Well, you're much prettier," he announced.

"Thanks," I snorted. "Can we go to class now?"

We just started to go into our next class when Maya ran up to me. I couldn't understand why on earth she was even talking to me since she usually hated my guts, but she was. Excitedly, she began to say something in a hurried rush.

"Please," I begged. "Start over."

Maya rolled her eyes. "Did you see that girl out there? Her name's Ladasha, and she's from Chicago. Her dad's like this millionaire dude. They're super rich!"

"Wow," I managed.

"I think she's ugly," Noah announced.

Maya looked horrified. "No she's not! She's beautiful!"

"Well, I think she's one of the ugliest girls I've seen!" my best friend declared.

"You'd better not say that to her face," hissed Maya. "I hear that she's even doing modeling. She's been doing modeling for American Girl since she was like six! Isn't that creepy?! Lately, she's been working for even bigger companies! She's a star!"

"Then Jessie would be the sun," declared Noah. "Excuse us, we've got to go to class."

We sat down in our classroom. Madeline, a girl that I knew from being one of the best shots in the spaghetti war, leaned over and hissed, "I agree with you, Noah."

I wasn't sure which part she agreed with. I wasn't sure I wanted to know.

But I can't help but wonder--what's going to happen with this Ladasha girl?

Hola!

Dear Readers,

I didn't get any name ideas in the last post, but for now, I'm going to call myself Piper. If you guys hate that name or have another name idea, please come and tell me and then I'll consider changing Piper. OK? OK. :)

Sometimes it's so hard to think how to create a story. Know what I mean? Like you have this really great idea, and then you start writing on it, but then nothing ever comes out of it. What are you supposed to do? I've done this lots of times. In fact, a lot of my stories were like this. Even my story Rubberboot Girl kind of happened like that. I had all of these great ideas and then they just got sllllllllllllooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww............... But then one day, I just went on there and started writing again. And then before I knew it, it was finished. Some things just happen like that. Usually what gets old story ideas alive is just more ideas.
As you live life, more ideas just keep on coming. And, some how, you can fit those into those stories that maybe you've put up on the shelf for awhile because they're just not quite right yet. But when you do get them right, they might just be your greatest story yet.

Sometimes it's also kind of hard if you have like several projects going on at one time. At the moment, I have about three to five live projects going on, and then I have those "other" stories that I skip over to if I get really, really bored and I just can't keep myself concentrating on the story that I'm trying to write on. (It's always good to have those kind of stories on hand, that way if you just kind of need a break you can have it and then, when you're back and juiced up, you can get working harder on your story then you ever did before.) And of course I have about several hundred "dead" stories that I probably should at least TRY and work on. But sometimes it's kind of hard.

How was YOUR day?

Love,

Piper

Sometimes, there's no better title for a best than "my life".

 Well, I'm taking on the job designing thingy, so now I'm having to learn to use Wordpress. It's kind of interesting, and sooooo much different than blogger. I keep on getting scared that I might accidently click one of the "pay for this" things and have to pay for something. =P Ah, well, I'll get better. I only started teaching myself today. It's kind of funny. I have all of these winter headers up on all my blogs, and yet the picture that goes with this post is of a girl in fall apparel. That's probably just because I love the picture so much that I just used it. =P I tried it as my profile picture and, nope, didn't quite work. *sigh* I suppose I'll be stuck with the girl on the horse for forever. =D lol I should really start Jessie Bender up again, but she's missing, so I've got to come up with a reason WHY she's missing. You guys are probably like "WHAT?! YOU JUST SENT HER OFF FOR NO REASON!?!?" But really--with a character like Jessie Bender, you're going to want stories about her lots, right? But life's been so busy lately, it's kind of hard. =P I've been starting all of these new stories, too, because the ideas keep on coming. I've got a book going where it's not really even remotely close to the end and I already have over 200 pages. It's about a Chinese Dragonmaster, though not the kind I've explained before. (like on my blog with Alex and Andria.) And that comes to ANOTHER thing. I've been so busy, what about Alex and Andria?! I've really got to work on them... =P By the way, Connie's second story has really gotten dug into, so hopefully I'll be able to finish that soon. I'm really rambling, aren't I? And to make it worse, I haven't made any new paragraphs. :/ I hope you're having a great day!! It's just one of those days that my soul seems to be soaring like an eagle. God bless you all!!!!!! :)

A Random Letter by Jessie Bender

Dear Readers,

That up there^ really IS just random.

Oh, yeah, by the way--this is Jessie.

Hey, what's up??

Yes, I'm finally back from New York and in my sweet little Dayton, Ohio!!! Gah, I love you. =D

I'm pretty much sure I never want to go back to New York. EVER.

Thanks to some of the kids, we were stuck in our hotel a lot, anyway.

(coughcoughNOAHcoughcoughSUMMERcoughcough)

Noah admits that he hadn't been TRYING to get in trouble, but when who is?

Let's just say that my best friend needs to read a book called "what you're supposed to do and what you're not supposed to do when you're on a school trip in New York City".

(not that there is such a book. But there should be.)

Anyway, life's back to slowness.

#i'mlovinit

(actually, somebody want to tell me why I always see that^< on facebook????)(thanks)

Bye!! :)

The Cake Situation

OK, so, I, Jessie Bender, was informed by Storyteller that a certain person by the name of Madeline wanted to have my letters start this way:

Dear Readers and Creepy Madeline Who Comments All the Time,

Now, do you guys see anything wrong with that? Well, I'll tell you. I do. Because, first of all, she's not creepy, and second of all I LIKE IT when she comments. In fact, she should get an award for all of the comments she puts on here. :) 

I'm perfectly serious about that, by the way..... ;)

Anyway, so I'm afraid, Madeline, that I can't start that letter this way.

However, I will consent to this:

Dear Readers and Madeline Who Comments A Lot (thanks, by the way.....),

OK, we all good? Good. Because I've got a story for you guys!!!!! =D

So this week my mom signed me up for cooking classes. I know, like "Mom, I'm twelve, can't you just let me live a little bit longer without having to be subjected to torture in a kitchen?!" But, anyway, so that's what happened.

Apparently the class was sponsored by the school board (a special special), and so there were a lot of kids there. There were going to be six kids to a group.

Guess who I got paired up with.

You're probably wrong, but that's OK.

I got paired up with Spy, Jo, Sara, Maurice, and Noah. Summer was glaring at me the whole time but I seriously have no idea why (if you're thinking I'm dumb, I'm really sorry. But I wasn't sure if Maurice and her were like, well, you know, and everything, and who knows? I mean, Noah IS the quarterback.... man, that's just gross let's stop talking about it).

Our leader, a French lady who was who slightly resembled a large lemon pie, stood in front of us in the cafeteria's kitchen. There were six groups all together, each at their own tables. I'd been sitting at my table for the last hour waiting for the rest of my group to show up. The second I'd walked in, the lady had told me what table to go for, pointing it out.

Finally everybody else had arrived.

"You excited, Jessie?" whispered Noah with a grin as he took a seat next to me.

I snorted. "Are you kidding? We're going to die."

"I doubt it," Noah laughed.

"Children," started the French lady with a liquid accent, "this is the starting of your first day of cooks-in-training."

Oh, goody.

She went on to explain that we will be "constructing a new masterpiece" every day. The thought of it made me groan as she continued like it was the most wonderful thing in the world. Who was she kidding?

"This is going to be easy," Spy whispered to me. "Don't worry. Besides, in the Sisterhood Squad we always make sure that we can do essential things like cooking. So you'll basically just be missing a step with us."

Ugh.

Anywayyyyy, so the lady, who I found out was named Mrs. LaFord, handed us a whole bunch of bowls and mixing spoons and supplies and announced that, "We shall make a cake!"

You can't believe my horror. Make a cake?! Was she kidding?!?! Thank goodness for Spy, Jo, and Sara, who seemed to already be experts at it. They whipped everything up while Maurice, Noah, and I just watched.

"Now the cakes are ready to be put into the ovens," declared Mrs. LaFord, pointing to the huge cafeteria  ovens. "A team member who has not done that much work should have the job of putting it in."

Spy immediately handed the cake to me. I froze, thinking that I'd drop it right off. Amazingly, I didn't. I almost breathed a sigh of relief.

"Come along, Ms. Bender," urged Mrs. LaFord over by one of the ovens. "I see that you are struggling. I'll open the oven door for you."

Apparently it was already preheated.

To get over to the ovens, I had to pass right by Summer's table. Frankly, she just scared me, what with her glaring eyes that had bored into me every second that I'd been in here.

I carefully started to walk towards the open oven, keeping my eyes on Mrs. LaFord. I only glanced down when I started to see the floor coming towards me, faster and faster. I barely noticed Summer's foot shooting back to cover underneath the table.

"NO!!!" shrieked Mrs. LaFord. "THE CAKE!!!!"

Without thinking I threw the cake into the hair. There was a splat and a horrified shriek. Noah and Maurice were laughing their heads off.

Groaning, I got off the floor and surveyed what had happened.

I'll be frank.

When I threw the cake, it flew up into the hair and landed right on Summer's head!!! Oh, you should've seen her face.

Though I ruined our cake and had to apologize to Summer, I still couldn't help but think it had been one of the best days of the school year.

Love,