Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Sugar Plum Fairy Wands

    I have a special place in my heart for all things Nutcracker (since my parents were watching "The Nutcracker Prince" and they decided Clara would be a pretty name for me). Anyway, my wonderful brother and I were home yesterday and decided to make what we later dubbed, "Sugar Plum Fairy Wands". They turned out quite beautifully and yummy, so I decided to put the recipe up for them!

Don't they look pretty?

Okay, so what you do first is get 1 bag of stick pretzels.
#2, Get a box of CandiQuik vanilla
#3, Get some sprinkles the color of your choice! (Ian and I chose silver and gold, which was festive, but still very pretty)

Then all you have to do is melt the CandiQuik and dip the pretzels in it. (Ian spooned the candiquik up on the pretzels so you can get more yummy stuff!)

When they are sufficiantly dipped, sprinkle away and you have yourself some Sugar Plum Fairy Wands!! YUM!

We stuck them in the fridge for fifteen minutes and they were hardened perfectly after that time.

And that's that! So easy and so cute for a party or just for snacking on around the house.

    Leaving the Sugar Plum Fairy and moving to more important things....who went to see The Hobbit? What were your thoughts? Personally *i promise not to give any spoilers* I thought that they relied too much on CG and the Orcs and Goblins didn't look nearly as real as in the first three movies...which was okay I guess; I was slightly dissapointed in that. But the rest of it was wonderful. Richard Armitage was incredible (but I knew he would be), Martin Freeman was superb, and I cannot WAIT to see Benedict Cumberbatch as Smaug and the Necromancer. He is perfect for both of those rolls.

Smaug had better not look like a cartoon, though. If he does, "I shall be most put out." (that's a quote from a movie...can you guess what it is?)

Merry Christmas everyone!!!

<3 Clara

Monday, December 3, 2012

Song of Goldstone Wood

     Just yesterday afternoon, Anne Elisabeth Stengl asked if there were any songs that would befit a sea unicorn. I got to thinking, and before too long, I had a melody starting in my head. I used a poem from Anne Elisabeth's book, Heartless, and made up a tune for it! I've never written music before, so this is nothing wonderful. Thank you Anne Elisabeth for such a beautiful poem out of such a fantastic book!

<3 Clara

Wednesday, November 21, 2012


     Alrighty folks! Anne Elisabeth has just officially announced her Christmas Read-Along; it's going to be awesome and so fun! If you don't have Heartless already, and would like to participate in this fun event, just download it for FREE as an e-book. How amazing is that? You get one of THE MOST AMAZINGEST BOOKS EVER  for free!

     You may check out the details of this read-along at Anne Elisabeth's blog. If you have any questions about her books, or about...anything, I am sure she would love to answer them!

   While we're on the subject of books, I think it's time to tell you that I haven't read a single book since I started school back up. This is my confession to you all, and it is a terrible one. I just haven't had time! You can imagine the list I have worked up in my brain of all the books I want to read over Christmas break. I thought I'd share with you some of the main ones...you might want to look them up yourself! (they are in no specific order)

    #1. Cinder, by Marissa Meyer. Some friends told me that I would love this, so I'm going to give it a go.

     #2. Princess of the Silver Wood, by Jessica Day George. I love every single one of Jessica's books, and I cannot WAIT for her next installment of her outsanding series.

     #3. Moonblood, by Anne Elisabeth Stengl. Yes, yes. I haven't read it yet, but I have a good excuse! I have been trying desperately to win it, but now that I won 3rd in the fan fiction contest, my Mom and sister insist that we buy it.                                                                                                                                  

Oh...I could just stare at her covers for forever.

     #4.The Canary Trainer, by John H. Watson and Nicholas Meyer. Sherlock Holmes meets the Phantom of the Opera. Could it get any better?!                                                                                                        
And there's the end of it! I've got a few more that I'd like to read, but these are the main ones. Have a great Thanksgiving!!!                                                                                                                                          

<3 Clara                                                                                                                                                     

Friday, November 16, 2012

May, June, and Juliarmas

     A while back, I posted my brother's short story from a night when we were both bored and decided to write short stories. Well, if you will remember, what we did was Ian gave me a title, character, quote, and setting to write my short story in, and I did the same for him. It ended up being alot of fun, and I just finished writing mine. Here it is, I hope you enjoy it!

     Here are the stipulations he gave me.

     Title: May, June, and Juliarmas
     A Quote: "There is a dead mermaid in my bathdub, and you expect me to stay calm?"
     A Character: May Pruitt- a ninety year old woman longing for adventure.
     A Setting or Time Period: A two story home in a small seaside town- modern day.

It was tough to write, but once I was done with it, I liked it!

                                            May, June and Juliarmas
                                                          By Clara Diane 

                For the first time in many years May Pruitt was excited. At ninety years of age, a lady finds herself lacking in exciting events, but today was breaking the mold of an otherwise uneventful cycle. June Harrison, May’s great-granddaughter, was coming to visit the seaside mansion that May called home, and there were quite a few things to do before she arrived. May sat up in bed with unusual speed and gasped when she felt, and heard, her back pop. “Oh, slow down May.” She scolded herself as she felt of her back. “You’re not as young as you once were.” Much more slowly, she swung her legs over the side of her bed and slipped her feet into her starfish bedroom slippers. May detested them, especially since they made squeaky noises when she walked; but her daughter had gotten them for her for Christmas last year, and she wanted to be able to say that she had been wearing them.
            She hobbled over to her bathroom and washed her face; taking care not to look in the mirror at her wrinkled skin. May had just finished changing when she heard the door bell ring. Casting a frantic glance at her clock, she saw that it was only eleven o’clock in the morning; surely June couldn’t be here yet. May creaked her way downstairs and opened the front door; a gust of salty wind hitting her face.
            One of the most beautiful women she had ever seen was standing in front of her. Silky blonde hair cascaded down her slender back, and sea green eyes took in May’s humble appearance.
            “Hello,” Her voice was light and melodious. “My name is Ju…”
            “June! Of course. I knew my granddaughter was beautiful, but I didn’t think she was lovely enough to produce an angel like you! Come in, please!” May stepped aside to let her great-granddaughter in; ignoring the girl’s confused glance.
            “If you wish.” She said as she stepped over the threshold.
            “I thought for sure your mum would have come in for a cup of tea, but I suppose she is busy…too busy to say hello to her old Granny.” May sighed and allowed herself a moment of self-pity. After all, she hadn’t seen her granddaughter in years, and she comes all this way and deposits her daughter on the front of her doorstep without saying a word! Well, what was done, was done. “Would you like anything to drink, love?”
            The stunning girl looked at May curiously. Then, as if remembering something, she shook her head. “No…I am rather tired, though. A bath would be nice.”
           May nodded finding her request a bit strange, considering that she had only just arrived. But she only smiled and said, “Of course, my dear. Follow me.”
            May lead her beauteous companion upstairs to her own private bathroom. “Here you go June, dear. I’m afraid that I don’t have a shower, merely a bathtub. But it serves its purpose.”  May gave her a warm smile and paused just before leaving. “Don’t you have any luggage, dear?”
            “What?” Her entrancing green eyes blinked twice and then she answered. “No. No I didn’t bring anything.”
            “Oh.” May chewed at her lip and then smiled. “Well, no matter. We will go shopping tomorrow and buy you some new things.” She then pointed to a cabinet in the bathroom. “There are some bath salts in there if you should like to use any.”
            The green eyed beauty gasped. “Bath salts?” She smiled, and if May had thought her beautiful before, she was twice that when she smiled. “I do love salt. I think I shall use them.” She giggled then, a bubbly giggle that chimed off of the bathroom walls.
            May laughed, too…although not quite as prettily. “Well then, I will leave you to it.”  May left her mysterious great-granddaughter alone and creaked her way down the stairs. Busying herself with tidying up the kitchen, May wondered about June’s lack of baggage. Maybe she had forgotten it? The whole situation seemed odd to May, but perhaps that was just the way June was. She certainly was pretty…
            The doorbell rang again, causing May to jump out of her thoughts. Who could that be? She made her way over to the front door rather slowly, and muttered, annoyed, when it rang again. It had rung three more times before May opened the door, ready to yell at whoever was on her doorstep. Her anger was quickly pacified when she saw that her visitor was Dr. Nicholas Kinkly; the young, handsome biologist who had shared many cups of tea with her over the years.
            “Hullo, May!” He was yelling, and there was no reason for him to do so.
            “Hello, Nicholas.” May said much more softly.
            “I said, HELLO!”
            “Oh,” Nicholas grinned boyishly, “Hello.” His voice softened, but he was still louder than he needed to be. “May I come in, Mrs. May?” He laughed at his joke as though he had never said it before and walked easily into May’s home.
            “I say,” Nicholas turned around to face May as she closed the door. “Is now a good time for me to visit? I know you…never mind…and…well, I was in the area and in desperate need of some of that fantastic tea you make.” He tossed his head to the side, moving a clump of curly black hair out of his eye and looked at May. “You don’t mind…do you?” He looked like a little boy who had just done something wrong, but still wanted a cookie from his grandmother.
            May did want him to stay, but there was the little problem of June up in her bathtub. Perhaps Nicholas would only stay a little bit…he was still yelling every word he spoke and it seemed like he had something to tell her. With her mind made up, May smiled and invited him to her kitchen. Nicholas sauntered after her, his hands in his pockets, and sat down on a bar stool while May heated the water and put tea bags in mugs.  
            “So May,”
She cringed at his loud voice.
 “Have you had any visitors lately…other than me, of course.” He watched as May poured boiling water into their mugs.
            “Now why would you ask a thing like that?”
            “Oh, no reason…no reason at all.”
            “Well, as a matter of fact, my great-granddaughter is here. Hand me the sugar, would you?”
            “Hand me the sugar!”
            “No, no. What did you say before that?”
            My great-granddaughter is here!
            Nicholas paled. “I thought that was what you said.”
            “See here, Nicholas.” May leaned over the counter and gave him a grandmotherly look. “You’re acting strange, and if you don’t explain yourself this instant, I’m afraid I must ask you to leave.”
            Nicholas swallowed loudly and played with his mug. “Well…I don’t believe that your granddaughter is here.”
            “Whatever. Where is she?”
            “I’m not telling you! What do you mean she isn’t here? I’m not crazy. She is here!”  
            Someone is here, but that person isn’t your granddaughter.”
            Nicholas ignored this last comment and sipped his tea. “Oh, this tea does me a world of good.” He smiled at May who glared at him in return. Nicholas cleared his throat as he set down his mug. “Dear Mrs. May…you must believe me when I tell you that…”
            May raised her eyebrows. “Yes?”
            Nicholas sucked in a deep breath and then let out his answer in a loud fury. “That the girl in your home right now is a mermaid.” Nicholas stared at May, wondering what her reaction would be, and she stared right back. They went on like that for a good while until May finally broke the silence with a noisy guffaw of laughter. Her companion turned a crimson color and sat up straighter.
            “You don’t believe me?” Nicholas looked betrayed.
            May was turning red herself, but from an entirely different reason than Nicholas. She covered her mouth with her hand and tried to compose herself. “Oh, you got me that time, Nicholas.” She chuckled some more, and sipped her tea. “You really are a superb actor. You had me going for a minute!” May slapped his arm and Nicholas rubbed it indignantly.
            “I was most definitely not teasing!”
            “Well you can’t tell me you were being serious.” May chuckled some more.
            “I certainly can!”
            May opened her mouth to say something more when she heard the most eerie wail she had ever heard. She jumped and put her hand over her heart.
            “May, what’s the matter?” Indignity forgotten, Nicholas reached across and touched her hand.
            “You didn’t here that?” She asked shakily.
            “No…hear what?”
            Just then, splashing sounds emitted from upstairs and May rose as fast as she could to go help June.
 She didn’t get far, however, because Nicholas grabbed her as gently as he could and said, “Whatever it is that you hear; it isn’t your great-granddaughter. It’s a mer- stop struggling, May!- it’s a mermaid.”
May began to cry as she struggled uselessly in Nicholas’s arms. “Stop, Nicholas! She needs me!”
No she doesn’t! Trust me, May. If it was your great-granddaughter, I would help her!”
The wails and splashing stopped as quickly as they had started and May stopped struggling as soon as they did.
“Is it over with?” Nicholas let go of May and she hiccupped and nodded. “Oh thank Poseidon.” He then reached in his ear and pulled out something…a clear plug. He reached in the other one and did the same. “Ghastly things, these are. You can’t hear a bloody thing anyone says but…I s’pose that’s the purpose of them! They save your life when a siren’s after you.” He grinned at May and then sobered. “You alright, old girl? I promise you that wasn’t your granddaughter.”
“Great-granddaughter.” May frowned at him and Nicholas couldn’t help but laugh.
“Let’s go upstairs, shall we?”
May and Nicholas walked upstairs and stopped when they got to the bathroom.
“You let me go in first.” He told May. She started to protest, but Nicholas silenced her with a look. He opened the door very slowly and then she heard him gasp.
Bath salts. It gets them every time.” He turned around and told May she could come in. May walked forward, afraid of what she might find. What she did see made her gasp. “Now stay calm, May.”
“There’s a dead mermaid in my bathtub and you expect me to stay calm?”
Nicholas didn’t have an answer for that.
The first thing May saw was a huge green and blue tail draped over the side of her bathtub. Slender arms dangled over the side of the tub, and right beneath one perfectly shaped hand was an empty bottle of bath salts. “I’m sorry Nicholas.” It was the only thing May could think to say. She hadn’t believed him when he had told her that a mermaid was in her house. Well…who would have? But still, he had been right and deserved an apology.
Nicholas was opening the mermaid’s mouth and shining a flashlight down her throat. “Hmm? Oh, that’s quite alright.” He said distractedly. “No wonder they killed her so fast. She ate them. Most of the time the mermaids soak in the bath salts and something in them reacts with the mermaids’ skin…don’t know what exactly. The poison in the salts works its way through the mermaids’ pores…”
May tuned him out and thought about the lovely girl she had met only a little before. “What was her name?”
“It’s amazing, really. They…what?”
“What was her name?”
“I believe this one’s name was Juliarmas.” Nicholas turned around and looked at May. “She killed a man, May. She was a monster. A murderer. Don’t feel pity for her.”
May nodded. He was right…she wouldn’t feel pity for a normal, human murderer.
“You aren’t really a biologist, are you?”
Nicholas laughed. “No, I’m not.” He looked at May and smiled. “This is my job! Collecting sirens. Actually I’m funded by the mer-people themselves…they hate the sirens more than we do. What my job is, is to capture the siren that has been killing human men, and returning her to the sea to be judged by her sisters. It’s as simple as that.” Nicholas then turned around and picked up Juliarmas. He laid her down on the tiled floor and picked up a towel and dried her off. “She’s rather heavy, May. I usually don’t have to deal with them in their mer-state, but…”
May caught his drift. He needed help carrying her downstairs. “Alright. I’ll take her tail and you take her torso.”
They picked her up clumsily and began to make their treacherous way downstairs. “Careful, May!”
“I’m trying! I’m ninety for heaven’s sake.”
At last, they made it downstairs and into the living room.
“Almost…to…the door.” Grunted Nicholas.
             Neither May, nor Nicholas had heard the doorbell ringing, however, and both froze when they saw May’s granddaughter, and the real June standing in the doorway. None of them said anything…May and Nicholas just stood there, looking guilty holding a dead mermaid. The only person who did move was Juliarmas. Her head lolled to the side and rested unattractively on the crook of Nicholas’s elbow.
            “Yes…well.” It was the only thing Nicholas could think to say, given the circumstances, and he and May watched as June and May’s granddaughter moved out of their way. “Ah, thank you,” said Nicholas as he and May passed their sudden visitors and shuffled over to his van. They set Juliarmas down as Nicholas opened the back doors. He picked her up himself then, and laid her down in the back. Nicholas turned around and smiled. “Thank you, May. For everything.”
            May smiled and gave Nicholas a quick hug. “Will you come back for tea tomorrow?”
            Nicholas grinned. “I wouldn’t miss it. After all, I want to know how you explained this little escapade to your granddaughter.”
            Nicholas smiled. “Whatever.” He turned to leave but then turned back around. “Say…now that you know about my little business, would you consider working with me?”
            May grinned. “I most definitely would.”
            Nicholas left then, leaving May to do some heavy explaining to June and her granddaughter. But May felt happier than she had at the beginning of the day. After all…who said a ninety year olds’ life couldn’t be exciting?

Anyway, it was a fun little story that I enjoyed writing. Y'all have a great Friday!

<3 Clara

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Come Christmas Time

      Hello all! I just wanted to share you a little something that Anne Elisabeth Stengl is planning on doing on her blog this December. It is going to be loads of fun, and if you haven't read her outstanding book, Heartless yet, then this is the prime time to do so.

                                                            Coming in December

I can't wait for December!

<3 Clara 

Saturday, October 20, 2012

The Kingdom of Ardenell

    It's time for the second Toe Row! This one happends to be a newer one (as in, about eight years ago), written by my oldest sister, Anna. She would always pitch a fit whenever we would be on a trip and ready to write our stories. "I'm no good, I tell you!" Would always be her complaint. But she is  good. Very good at that. This happends to be one of my favorite stories out of the Toe Rows folder, and I will be giving you more stories from Anna in the future. Except for "Big Red". I won't be sharing that one. :)  

Ladies and Gentlemen: I give you part one of, The Kingdom of Ardenell

“On the day after the eldest princess’ marriage, a coronation will be held, whereupon the King will relinquish his crown to the new ruler, his son-in-law.”

            There were many laws in the kingdom of Ardenell, but it is because of this one in particular we have story to tell.  Araunah was thrilled to be back home. Standing there in her stone observation tower just where the meadows gave way to the sandy shore, she could imagine she’d never been gone.
            “What do you think,  Retrevar? Has  anything at all changed since you and I stood here one year ago?”
            Retrevar gazed at the castle nestled among the hills just by their river that wound beside it. The castle faced the small bay the river emptied into and was beautiful with it’s white limestone walls and turrets glistening in the morning sun. He let his eyes follow the course of the river and the forests that are fully trailed along beside it. He then turned to the mouth of the river where four large Great Danes stood guarding it. His reverie was broken as Araunah rushed on not giving him time to respond.
            “I mean, look at the river- how I’m longing to go sailing on it- aren’t you, my own quiet friend?”
            “Oh, of course, my lady.” Retrevar quickly responded. He shook his long black, curly locks, enjoying the feel of the morning sun warming his body as he listened to his mistress, the Princess Araunah of Ardenell continue.
            “Truly, even the bay looks inviting this day.”
            On that point Retrevar could not agree. The jagged row of rocks staggerd with both underwater and open air caves had always reminded him of teeth…teeth much sharper than his own. They were staggered in such a way as to completely block any passage for a large ocean goeing vessel; indeed, many had met their doom on their storm sharpened stones. Besides, he could never forget what lived and fed there; nor indeed could any resident of Andenell. The Princess suddenly stopped her gay little speech as the sound of footsteps on the stone spiral staircase fell on both their ears. As a matter of long habit, Retrevar positioned himself between Araunah and the door. However, her was not at all surprised by the form that soon filled the doorway. Araunah ran to the arms of Petrar, her betrothed. They embraced warmly, feeling the long year of separation melt away.
            Soon, they were telling each their experiences and lessons they had learned. Araunah had spent her year in the mountains far away learning of the ancient art of healing. Petrar had traveled the Kingdom seeking to know better how to serve and to comprehend the needs of all from the lordly Canine who guarded the borders. Such was the custom in Ardenell. Each new royal was to spend a year apart preparing themselves for taking the crown and all magical power related to it.
            “The Kingdom is happy. None of the creatures are in need of any kind. Your father has completed the task with honor. Still, though, everyone is anticipating the change. You know yourself, Araunah, how vibrant the Kingdom feels after the crown is placed on a young head.”
            “I am happier than I’ve ever been and only need on thing more to make this day complete.” Said Araunah. “A race.
            “You know you never win, but if it pleases you so much to have me the victor once again, I will gladly challenge you.”
            Turning to Retrevar Araunah said, “You know Petrar will keep me safe. Go- go home to your family and you can return to me as sunset.
            Bowing low, Retrevar turned and trotted gently down the stone stairwell. Retrevar was looking forward to seeing his family again. His mate Genera was of noble blood herself and had been a royal guard herself before starting a home and family with him. The pups- well, they wouldn’t be pups any more- soon they’d be fully grown. He would need to begin teaching them…though no doubt Genera had already started telling them the way of the canines. She had probably started telling them how their sole purpose in life was to serve the King of Ardenell. The safety both of their outer borders and inner fields and forests was the responsibility of the canines. It was because of this great burden first kingof Ardenell had granted all breeds of the canines the gift of speech.
            Retrevar picked up his pace- he couldn’t wait to hear what his pups sounded like.

The end of part one! It's a pretty long short story...so I will give you the next part as soon as I can! The Infinity Braid will be the next hair tutorial! Look for it next Saturday!

<3 Clara


Saturday, October 13, 2012

The Fishtail Braid, and My Very First Toe Row

     It is time for my very first hair tutorial, and my first Toe Row!!! The fishtail braid is a cute, pretty way to fix your hair when you're in a rush; and it's one of my very favorite braids. So here's the video...enjoy!

(scroll down to see my first Toe Row...and to find out what a Toe Row is!)


     The Toe Row. My Daddy has always been coming up with names for different things. WHACKY names at that. When we would go camping, we (meaning the kids) would always beg him for one of his stories. He would tell us tons of creepy stories in the tent at night about Captain Jim Straider and his scaredy-cat sidekick, Jonathan. They would battle all sort of things...from Old Man Jessab's flying pumpkins to Doctor Lizardo's mutating leeches. Anyway, Daddy always called those stories Toe Rows. The name stuck and pretty soon, when we would be on the long drive to whatever state park we were camping at, we (again: meaning the kids) would bring notebooks and pens and all write our own Toe Rows.
     When we were done with them, we would pass them up front to my Mom and she would read them out loud and judge whose was best. We still have every single one of them ever written (trust me, there are ALOT), so I decided to share with you my very first one. Everything is spelled just the way I wrote it at the time, and I will give ya'll the date and my age.

March 28, 2003 - 7 years old

                                                   The Octopis

Now this is a troo story but I'm to tell you it. Down in the deep an octopis lie. Now a litle girl went in deep and never cam back. That story has ben around a long time I haft to go now by.


Perhaps it isn't the best thing I have ever written, but it's still pretty funny! I will be posting more Toe Rows that my siblings and I have written over the course of our many camping trips. I hope you enjoy them. Some are really good...and others...well, not so much.

I hope ya'll enjoyed this post, and come back to my blog next weekend! I'm sorry that I haven't posted in a while, but I have been crazy busy with school and lots of other things.

Well, I haft to go now by! ;)

<3 Clara

Monday, October 1, 2012

My Brother's Short Story

     My brother (Ian) and I  were bored one day and decided to have some short story fun.  On a sheet of paper we each wrote a title, a quote, a character, and a setting or time period.  Then we exchanged papers and started writing a short story based on what each other had written.  It was so much fun!  Ian has finished his, so I am posting it.  Here were his stipulations that I gave him:

Title: Hallow

Quote: "Yes, I'm bored.  My entertainment will be you tonight.  So go ahead.  Start entertaining me."

Character: Hal - a bored ghost

Setting: A modern day Halloween party


  I never liked parties.  Why I came to this one I don’t know, yet here I am.  Once again I am all alone surrounded by many familiar faces all looking at him or her but not me.  Maybe it is my fault.  Maybe it isn’t.  I don’t care.  I am not a people person.  I should have come as a ghost rather than a freaky clown.  I might as well be a ghost. 

  “I am bored, are you?”

It takes me a while to realize he is talking to me, so I don’t respond right away.  Finally I realize his eyes are locked on mine.  “Yes, I am bored.”  That is all I say.  That is all I have said the entire party.  Oh, and I said excuse me when I stepped on batman’s cape.

  “Do you know anyone here?”

  Yep, his eyes are still locked on mine.  “Uh…I know everyone, just about.  You wouldn’t think it though.  I know.  My best friend moved out of state last month.  Its been just me since then.  Me and Dad, but Dad can’t come to parties.”  Wow.  Why did I tell him all that?  Maybe it is his eyes.  They are so honest and green. Very green.  I decide it’s my turn for a question.  “So you are bored?”

  “Yes, I’m bored. My entertainment will be you tonight. So go ahead. Start entertaining me.”

  I sit up straighter in my uncomfortable chair.  That was a weird comment.  Oh, I remember now.  I am a clown.  I don’t do the witch, vampire, or princess thing.  “I can’t juggle if that is what you want.”

  “That is too bad. It might have livened things up a bit.”  He smirks.

I look away from his eyes for the first time.  He looks to be my age.  He must have come as a business man or banker.  He has a briefcase in one hand.  His light brown hair is slicked back and shining in the dim lights of the room.  He is wearing a gray tweed suit and green paisley tie.  I look back into his eyes. “What did you come as?”

  He opens his mouth as if to tell me but hesitates.  Then he says, “I am Hal a ghost.”

  “Well, Hal, I am Ruthie a clown in case you can’t tell.”  I hold my hands out to the side as if that would help him. I almost ask why he thinks a suit, briefcase and tie makes him a ghost, but decide I have seen worse costumes. I ask something else entirely.  “You are new here aren’t you?  Will you be transferring to our school?”

  “I am not new.  I…uh…am home schooled.  I was invited here, so I decided to come.  I love this old house.”

  I look around the room.  “Yes, since they fixed up the place, it is a lot more inviting and less creepy.”

  “It never gave me the creeps.” His voice slowly fades.  “It had its own beauty.”

  Oh great.  Here she comes.  No matter what or who she dresses as, every Halloween she always looks like Barbie.  I force myself to look happy.  “Hi, Emma.”

  “Ruthie! Hey, girlfriend!  Look at you.  You’re a clown, and look at you.” She turns to Hal, “you must have come as a…a…cutie pie!”  She starts what I call the Emma cackle.  Yeah, she should have come as a witch.  Hal cuts her cackles short, thank heavens.

  “And what have you come as?”  He looks her up and down.  I am having trouble deciding too.  She is wearing a skin tight short green dress with green high heels and that’s it.

  “Why, I am tinker bell of the ball!  Oh and look we match!”  She jerks Hal by his tie and pulls him away from my side to hold the tie up to her dress. “Susan!” she yells louder, “Susan! I swear. I think that girl is deaf.  She is gonna take a pic of you and me matchy green or my name aint Emma.  I will be right back, cutie pie.”  She flies off faster than a fairy leaving me and Hal alone again.  I look at my phone. 

  “My goodness!” I say, “I thought it was like twelve, but its almost one thirty.”

  “No, I got here right at twelve.”

  “Oh, so what have you been doing for the past hour and a half?” I say as I slip my phone back into my purse.

  He sits down in a chair exactly like mine and crosses his legs at the ankles, “I was talking to another clown.  His name is Joe.”

  “Oh. Joe Blake?  Yeah, I don’t know him that well.  He just moved here like three months ago.”

  “Well, he seems to know everything about you.”


  “Yeah, he couldn’t stop talking about you.”  I look down at my feet.  So that is why Hal is talking to me.  Was he sent by Joe?  I have to find out.

  “Did Joe ask you to come talk to me?”

  “No.  I just noticed the two lonely clowns and thought it was a sad scene.”

  I clear my throat.  “That’s the story of my life…one long sad scene.”  There I go doing it again…telling a total stranger my personal feelings. 

  “At school, he heard you tell someone you were going to be a clown.”

I look into his green eyes again.  “And that is why he is a clown tonight?  He wanted to match?”  I am shocked but flattered.  Now that I think about Joe, he has acted odd lately. Holding doors open for me.  Attempting to start conversations about things that don’t make sense.  I do need a friend.  Why not Joe?

  “Speaking of matching if you want to escape before miss matchy green comes back, I suggest you go to him now, he is out back by the fountain.”

  That does it.  He is being too pushy.  Something is up.  “Follow me.”  I say with irritation rich in my voice.  I walk rather quickly, for cackles seem to be getting louder every second.  Even the noise of the party is not drowning them out.  I walk to the staircase and begin my descent when I turn to look behind me.  That is odd.  I could have sworn I heard Hal behind me.  Even now I can feel…no I can’t.  I need fresh air.  No I am not going to the fountain.  Ok, yes I am.

  The moon is full illuminating every newly formed dew drop in the rose garden.  From a distance each drop combines to form what appears to be stardust.  I wonder if other people take time to notice beauty around them.

  “It’s beautiful isn’t it.”  Joe’s voice is almost a whisper.  He must be reading my thoughts.  Why can people always tell what I am thinking?

  “Yes, it is.” I reply.  I am nervous.  I don’t know why, but I guess it has to do with a total stranger telling me the new guy in town likes me.  And now the new guy is whispering to me in a dark rose garden behind a renovated creepy house.  I take in a deep breath thinking of something to say.  He breaks the silence first.

  “So…I see you came as a clown.  That’s funny that we both did that.” 

  Good grief.  He sounds like he rehearsed every word a million times.  How pathetic.  I respond with, “What a coincidence, especially since you heard me tell someone what I was going to wear.”  Ha.  The look on his face is priceless.  Then, I start to feel sorry for him, especially when I notice that his hands are trembling. 

  “Oh.  So he told you, did he?  Well, I suppose you think I am a dweeb for not speaking to you before now.  I am just not that great at, well, talking…especially with girls.”

  What is it with me and guys eyes?  I seem fixated on them tonight.  Joe’s eyes are icy blue.  I clear my throat.  “I don’t think you are a dweeb.  I understand the whole nervous thing.  I get that way too.”  I can’t think of anything else to say so we stand there listening to the crickets for a while.

  “Did you know we are standing on hallowed ground?” He asks and then his eyebrows stay raised as he focuses on me waiting for a reply.

  “No, why?”

  “Well,” he begins, “I just know that the original owners of the house had a son around our age that went missing.  He probably just ran off, but his parents had a funeral service and a little shrine erected right over there in his memory.”

  My curiosity is roused and I walk over to the small stone square on the ground.  I brush away a few strands of ivy to read the etched words.

To die:—to sleep:
No more; and, by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished

  “It’s Shakespeare.”  Joe says, “It’s from Hamlet.”

  I turn my gaze from the tablet back to Joe.  “You know your shakespeare.  I couldn’t have told you where that came from if my life depended on it.”  I pause contemplating the words.  They intrigue me more than the fact that Joe knows a random quote from Hamlet.  “What a strange epitaph for parents to leave for a missing son.”

  Joe clears his throat.  “Well, I uh was just told that it was from Hamlet.  Hal told me.  Yeah, it is strange.”  We both stare at it for a while then Joe speaks again.  “Its like his parents meant he wished to die.” 

  I am not thinking that.  I am focusing on the last phrase.  Devoutly to be wished.  “That last phrase is present tense or future tense or whatever.  You know what I mean?  Like he is wishing.  Not that he wished.”   I let out a sigh.  I am tired and feel strange.  It has been a weird evening.  I knew I shouldn’t have come.  I always leave parties more discontent with life than before I go to them.

  “You’re ready to go aren’t you?”  There he goes reading my thoughts again.

  “Yes, I am.”

  “Well, I will walk you to your car.”

  I walk by his side.  He starts up a conversation about his dog that is missing its ears.  I laugh and he talks some more.  It’s a long walk and I find out he hates Emma.  I decide I like him.  It isn’t just because he dislikes Emma that I like him.  No, there is a kindness that exudes from him.  Something clicks between us.  I have heard someone use that click word before but never experienced it for myself.  Someone was right.

  “You should come to the cafĂ© where I work sometime and I will pay for your lunch.”  He opens the door of my car, and I get in.

  “Thanks, Joe, I just might do that.” I smile as I start the engine up and begin to  pull down the long gravel drive.

  At the end of the driveway just outside the gate on the right is a little stone bench, and there sits Hal.  I had almost forgotten about him.  I probably wouldn’t have even seen Joe if it hadn’t been for Hal.  I role down the right window of my car.  “Goodnight, Hal.  It was nice meeting you.” 

  “Goodnight.  I am glad you are no longer a sad clown.”  I smirk and wave goodbye as I role the window back up.  What a strange person.  I cant help but watch him in my rearview mirror as I drive down the street.  It is a sad scene.  Then I remember his vivid green eyes, and I want to see them again.  I hope I see them again.  
Isn't he an amazing writer??? I love him so much...
<3 Clara

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

My First Video

     Hey y'all! I am terribly sorry for not posting at a sooner date...school has made it practically impossible for blogging and I am only posting on the weekend now (after this post ;).

So I decided to do my first video. It's me playing the guitar, and I hope you like it! If you all like this video, please let me know if you would like a hair tutorial! 

I know I messed up a bit towards the end, but like I said: I'm not that good! Please comment!!!

<3 Clara 

Monday, September 17, 2012

Part 3

     Here's the next part! So sorry about the wait...I'm really considering not calling it Wednesday's Story anymore! I hope you enjoy it.

Herron left Ira gaping at the three signs hanging in the clearing, and went to stand beside her borderline.
“Ira?” Her head whipped around when she heard her name. “Are you coming? Your world awaits you.” He held his arms out wide and bowed dramatically.
“What- now?” She looked at him as if he had just sprouted another head; and not a very attractive one at that. Herron sighed.  
“What is it now?”
“Is this Tolkien the same one I’m thinking of?” Ira gestured to Tolkien’s sign. “The same one that wrote The Lord of the Rings?”
Herron nodded his head slowly, not knowing why she was asking this.
Ira’s jaw was reaching for the ground. “How did I end up between them?
Herron smiled, now understanding her shock. “I suppose that’s just the way things turned out. Lewis and Tolkien aren’t here right now, though.”
Ira looked deflated. “Why ever not?”
Herron rubbed his chin. “I believe Tolkien took Lewis to his book, The Hobbit. Other authors can come into your book, but only if you invite them. Lewis and Tolkien are always book-hopping together.” 
“So,” Ira started another question and Herron sighed again. “If you have more than one book, they aren’t all in the same place?”
“Right. I believe you are standing by Tolkien’s book, The Children of T`uren. Lewis’s is The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe.”
Ira felt a chill run down her back. What if one of them asked her to come and visit their books? Ira could think of nothing more thrilling than that. “Do you know when they’ll be back?”
Herron shook his head. “I’m afraid not. They might go from The Hobbit to Great Expectations in a day.”
Ira snorted at the insanity of it all. “Now,” Herron said excitedly, “Would you care to come to your book?” 
Ira suddenly felt nervous. Would her characters like her? What of Lord Xavier? Would she meet him? Would Lady Bryce be as beautiful as she had envisioned? There was only one way to find out. Herron held out his hand to her and she took it. Only…there was one more question she had for her character. “Where are we in the book right now? As in chapters?”
Herron smiled boyishly. “This is the first time you have been here, so you are in Chapter I. If you choose to leave for some reason, the book will stop and then continue when you come back.” Herron’s smile widened. “I can’t wait to find out what adventure it is you’ve planned for me.”
Ira smiled back nervously. She had quite a few doubts about the “adventures” she had planned. After all, when she had written them, she hadn’t expected that she would be experiencing them first-hand. “Ready?” Asked Herron, eyebrows raised.
Author and main character then stepped across the borderline, walking into Chapter I of Ira Fitsgerald’s creation.  

I'll be posting my first hair tutorial tomorrow! At least...I'll try to. Not sure how the video is gonna work.

Until then, happy reading!

<3 Clara

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

It'll Have to Wait...

     I'm terribly sorry to tell you that I have not been able to write the next part of Wednesday's Story. Things just simply haven't been going my way. But the reason I have taken the time to post this is that I have some news. I have had it set to where only members of this blog could comment...a big mistake on my part! If there is anyone else who is reading my blog other than my three members, would you please comment now? I would like to know if you like my posts!

I promise I WILL write Wednesday's Story this week!


Saturday, September 8, 2012

Matt Cruise and Kate de Vries

     It's time for another Character's and Quotes post! Since I missed last weeks, I've decided to do not one, but two of my favorite characters. And guess what? They are both from the same book!

                                               A cabin boy, an heiress, and a
                                              stunning adventure on an air-
                                                 ship high in the sky...

     Airborn is one of my very, very, VERY favorite books. The book presents the question: what if airplanes had never been invented? Air baloons and blimps would simply have to take their place. This marvelous book takes place in the 1920's, and follows the adventures of the height defying cabin boy, Matt Cruise.
     Matt finds himself at the helm of his family at twelve (maybe older. it's been a while since I've read the book!) years of age, and all he wants to do is take care of them. We first see Matt working as a cabin boy on the prestiegous airliner that is the size of  the Titanic, at fifteen years of age. He is hard working, very brave, and respected by the rest of the crew. But when he rescues a dying old man who claims to have seen fantastical "winged creatures", Matt just thinks he's a bit crazed. Then Matt reads the man's journal.
     He finds perfectly constructed drawings of bat-like creatures and goes to see the old man one last time.
     "Kate...would have loved them." Those were the last words of the old explorer, and Matt decides to forget the whole experience...until the rather shocking arrival of the beautiful, spunky, and determined heiress Kate de Vries.
     A airship full of viscious pirates, an island that is not what it seems, and an unlikely romance all make this book completely unforgettable. Kenneth Oppel is a true mastermind when it comes to these wonderful tales! Matt Cruise and Kate de Vries have two other amazing adventures in Skybreaker, and Starclimber.

     Here's how I pictured Matt.

Callan McAuliffe. He's been in two awesome movies, I am Number Four, and Flipped; and he's been great in both of them. He is my perfect immage of Matt Cruise.

And my image of the spunky Kate....

Emma Roberts. She looks the perfect Kate, but I don't know if she could act like the perfect Kate.

Here's a great quote from both of them: "Honestly," she sighed. "I don't know what kind of life we'll have together, with me flying off in one direction and you in the other."
     I smiled. "It's a good thing the world's round." I said.

There are this weeks favorite characters. The calm, sweet, cabin boy Matt, and the wild, determined Kate.

Don't forget about Wednesday's story!

<3 Clara

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

I'm Back!

      Hello hello hello dear readers! I'm alive, and completely rid of that dratted hurricane! I will begin my normal posts Saturday with my Characters and Quotes post; following that, I will resume my Wednesday's story post! I am truly sorry for being gone for such a long time! I hope you all have a good week!

<3 Clara

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Possible Delay...


     Stormy weather may delay my Wednesday's Story post. I'm very sorry for that, but the hurricane refuses to care about my blog posts! Quite unfeeling of it. Anywho, I will do my utmost to post tomrorrow. Be sure to let me know it you are reading my posts and think that my story is interesting! I value your comments!

<3 Clara

Monday, August 27, 2012

Quick Note

     I just wanted to leave a quick note and say that I have started school again. I will be doing a post every Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and maybe Saturday. Just to let you all know that I haven't stopped posting! Wednesday's Story will continue as will my Characters and Quotes post. And if you are reading this blog, would you please join? I sure would love to have you as a follower!

<3 Clara

Saturday, August 25, 2012

Crazy Man in a Box


                                                This made me smile.

Have a great Saturday!
<3 Clara

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Of Characters and Quotes

     I have many favorite literary characters, and one of my very favorites is the wizard Howl.
Howl makes his great appearance in Dianna Wynne Jone's marvelous book, Howl's moving Castle.

     Howl is arrogant, handsome (that comes from his many beautifying potions), and a very attatched to his spiders. When young miss Sophie is cursed to be in an old woman's body, she seeks out the the wizard who could possibly change her back to her normal self. Unfortunately, one part of the curse does not allow her to tell anyone of her sad condition. But Howl, being the wizard that he is, knows right away she is under a spell of some kind. He allows her to stay in his castle, and Sophie experiences first-hand just how annoying wizards can be.
     But, there is a side to Howl that he does not often show. A side without pride, and quick-wit; a side that would do anything to keep his family safe.
That's all I will tell you for now! To find out more, you must read Howl's Moving Castle yourself!
Here is how I pictured Howl. (yes, it's Tom Hiddleston, but he really is the perfect Howl! quit laughing Christie)


And  one of my favorite quotes from Howl: "Yes, you are nosy. You're a dreadfully nosy, horribly bossy, appallingly clean old woman. Control yourself. You're victimizing us all."

So there you have it. Howl as one of my very favorite literary characters.

<3 Clara

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Wednesday's Story Part 2

And here it is! Let me know how you like it, and if you have any questions about it!

This was impossible. Ira looked into the man’s eyes. A line from her book popped into her head as she saw is green eyes. Sea foam green eyes found her and held her own frightened gaze.
Apparently it was possible.  Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Ira went back over the events that had just happened. I was shot. I died. And I woke up in the arms of my book character. Then a thought struck her.
“Am I in Heaven?” Ira forced the words passed her dry throat. To her surprise, Herron laughed.
“Sort of. Here, let me help you up.”
            He put a hand to her back, and she found she was trembling. Come on Ira Fitsgerald. Pull yourself together! She thought to herself. Once she was standing, she looked around. She was in a forest. It was thick and dark, and if she listened closely, she could hear many voices coming from inside the darkness.
            “What is that?” Ira asked, wrapping her arms around herself. “And where am I?”
            “Allow me to explain.” Herron took off his coat and wrapped it around Ira. He was just as thoughtful as she had imagined. “The voices you hear are other books being played out.”
            “ ‘Played’ out?”
            “Yes. You see, whenever a person has finished writing a book, they have a chance to see their book played out in front of them.”
            "Am I dead?" Ira asked shakily. “And that doesn’t explain the voices. And where is here?” Ira pulled Herron’s coat closer around her shoulders.
            “You aren't dead. When the last chapter of your book plays out, you will have the chance to return home, or stay here. The voices are the characters in the author’s book being played out. It really is paradise for writers.” He smiled at her then. “You don’t know how wonderful it is to meet you.”  
            Ira’s cheeks began to heat up. “Okay, um…that’s great and all, but where is this… ‘Paradise’?”
            “Well,” Herron rubbed his chin, “If you were on earth, you would be able to look up at the night sky and see it.”
            “Really? Then why hasn’t anyone discovered this…other world.”
            “They have.” He smiled at Ira’s shocked face. “This might ring a bell. It’s the second star to the right, and straight on ‘till morning.
            Ira’s jaw dropped. “This is Neverland?
            “This is what inspired Mr. Barrie’s Neverland.”
            "How do you know all of this?”
            Herron laughed. “As the main character of your book, I automatically have this information in my head.” He tapped his temple with a finger. “I know everything about anything you should ever ask. And to answer your question, Mr. Barrie was once in a coma. When he was in that coma, he came here, and saw everything you are about to see. He made calculations, and figured out that what this place is, is a star. The second star to the right, and straight on till morning, to be exact. He woke up from his coma, and was back on earth.
            “Mr. Barrie found his inspiration for Peter Pan while being here.”
             Ira sat dumbfounded. "I was shot. Am I in a coma?" This was a little too much for her to get her brain around right now. Herron saw her awestruck face and took pity on her. “I don't know. What I do know, is that you are still alive. Come,” He put his arm around her. “Once you get to your borderline, things will make more sense.”
            Ira was too tired to ask what her borderline was, so she let Herron guide her down a small dirt path directly in front of them. Trees enclosed them on either side, and Ira huddled under Herron’s arm. More voices came out from behind the trees, and it was scaring her. It might not have been so bad if there had been a little more light, but as it was, it was dark, cold, and frightening. “Why is it so dark here, Herron?”
            He smiled. It was the first time she had used his name. “It’s dark here because it’s night time. It’ll warm up in the morning, and everything will look better.”
            Ira certainly hoped so. She looked up and studied Herron. He was just right. The light brown, somewhat unruly hair was just the way she had pictured it. His smile, his voice, his dimple, and those beautiful sea green eyes couldn’t have been more perfect. Perhaps this really was paradise.
            “Ah, here we are.” Ira looked around herself. They were in a clearing in the woods, and the trees made three arches. Hanging below the first arch was a sign. It read, Tolkien. The second read, Lewis. And the third read, Fitsgerald.

Come back next Wednesday for part three!

(Oh, and I heard just the other day that a movie is being made of Peter and the Starcatchers. The man who directed the Hunger Games is directing this! Eeeek!!! I'm SO excited!)
<3 Clara