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

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Reminder!



Don't forget about Wednesday's story! I made some changes on the last bit, so you might want to go and re-read. The changes I made don't effect the story, but it did make it a little better. Please come back tomorrow and tell me how you like the next part!
<3 Clara

Monday, August 20, 2012

Heartless

One of the most amazing books ever.

Heartless, by Anne Elisabeth Stengl, is a wonderful story full of fantasy, romance, and dragons. If C. S. Lewis and J. R. R. Tolkien were still alive, I know they would also be a fan of hers! The story takes place in Perumvir, a kingdom boardering the Goldston Wood. Princess Una of Perumvir has just come of age and is waiting to be swept off her feet by the dashing Prince of her dreams. But who will she fall for? The kind and loving Prince Aethelbald, or the mysterious Court Jester? There is quite a bit more to her story than just a Princess choosing between two princes, but I will leave you to find out what more there is to discover in Goldstone Wood.  Check out Anne Elisabeth's blog here. She is always ready and willing to answere your questions about her books, or the book you are trying to write. It seems she has an endless supply of information!
<3 Clara
   

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

A Rather Belated Story

Perhaps this should be called Thusday's Story. :) I'm afraid I didn't post this when I said I would, but I promise I will do better next time! This is just the first part of my short story and I wrote it and 12:57 a.m. so you can't expect it to be very good.
It's not good. Let me just tell you that. But, I have big plans for it, and I hope you enjoy the rest! Let me know if you are reading my posts!

   
Ira let out a breath.
            She was finished. After all of those months of hard work, she had finally completed her first book. Giddy, she took out her phone and called her Mom. No one answered. Sighing, Ira looked at her watch and stood up. It was time for another boring day at work. She grabbed her coat and headed out of her apartment door. Ira was about to leave the small building that she called home, when Mrs. Bittle, the landlady asked her where she was off to.
            “Work again, I’m afraid.” Ira smiled pleasantly at the rather rotund woman before her.
            “Goodness, you’ll work yourself to death, you will.”
            Ira laughed. “Work at a coffee shop certainly never killed anyone. It’s about the easiest job you can get!” She bid Mrs. Bittle farewell, then, and headed down the street to Cora’s Coffee where she worked. The door ding-a-linged when she walked through. “Hullo Miss Cora!”
            “My, aren’t we chipper today.” Cora was behind the counter and scribbling on a scrap of paper. She eyed Ira curiously. “What’s got you so happy?”
            “Let’s just say that I just finished a project I’ve been working on for what seems like my whole life.” Ira paused. “Do you want to know what it was?”
            “Not particularly.”
            Ira continued anyway. “It’s a story about a man named Herron Dakan. He is desperately in love with the beautiful Lady Bryce who is being held captive by the evil sir Xavier.”
            “How very original. She gestured to the hanging clock with her pencil. “You’re six minutes late. Transfer some of that energy to your work.” 
            “Yes ma’am.”
Ira got to work then, and met each customer with a happy smile. It was a wonderful feeling to be done with something, and be perfectly content with how it had turned out. “Ira!” Cora yelled to her from the back of the store. “I’m going to take my lunch break now. You’ll be here alone, so call me if you need help.”
            “Alright!” Ira yelled back to her from behind the counter. Thirty minutes later, Ira was just finishing her coffee when the door dinged, announcing another customer. “What can I get…” Ira’s voice faded away when she saw her new customer. He dwarfed her petite frame, and was shaking from head to toe. Dried blood ran from his temple to his neck; and in his left hand, he was holding a big, shiny, black gun, pointed straight at Ira’s chest.
            A police car siren sounded then and made Ira jump. “Don’t move!” The man was shaking more now, was holding the gun with both his hands to keep it still. He licked his lips and looked outside. Police cars were lined up outside of Cora’s Coffee, and dozens of policemen were gathered outside. The phone rang, and this time, the man jumped. He shifted his eyes from Ira to the phone. He didn’t answer it. It kept ringing, and the repetitive noise was agitating him. Ira glanced out of the window. She was hidden from view, so how could the police know the man had a hostage? Ira swallowed thickly and hoped that none of the policemen would barge in, thinking that he was alone.
            “You’ve been beaten, Tom!” A voice sounded out from outside of the shop. “Come out with your hands in the air!”
Tom clenched his jaw and looked at Ira. “He’s right, you know.” He nearly screamed these words. “But I won’t be caught alive.”
Tears began to flow down Ira’s cheeks, and she closed her eyes, not wanting to see a man kill himself. “Two shots left.” She heard him say. The gun fired then, and Ira felt a something pierce her chest. She clutched her chest and then took her hand away.
Blood. He had shot her. Ira slumped to the floor and heard another shot. So he had decided to kill himself and her as well. Ira didn’t feel pain, just warmth, and the irresistible desire to go to sleep. She closed her eyes, and allowed herself to go.
           

            Ira’s eyes shot open and she gasped. Had it been a dream? No. Certainly not. The terror and blood had been far too real. She felt someone put their hand underneath her neck and lift her head up. Then Ira found herself looking at a very familiar face.
            “It’s alright. You’re safe now.” Ira was in the arms of a smiling Herron Dakan.

<3 Clara

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Wednesday's Story

I love to write. I constantly have a story forming in my head, and have a special journal just for writing down all of the many plots I come up with. If you enjoy writing, and need a way to keep all of your ideas from vanishing into thin air, I suggest getting a journal to write all of your ideas down in.
But the journal and the ideas really have nothing to do with this post. I decided to start a weekly post on a short story that I will write for you to (hopefully) enjoy.  I will start the story tomorrow, and you can look for the next bit next Wednesday. So check in again on the Darling Diaries tomorrow if you want to read my new Wednesday's Story post! 
<3 Clara

Monday, August 13, 2012

The Night of Mahina and the Great Beetle War

"Mahina! Mahina is coming!"

    It was those words that sucked me into a night of great boredom, and great war. I was just stumbling sleeplessly back to my bedroom at 2:30 one drab night, when I saw a light peeping through underneath Anna's door.
Just my luck. I thought, She can't sleep either.
    So I cracked open Anna's door and poked my head inside. "Mahina! Mahina is coming!" Anna paused what she was watching on her iPad and looked over at me, grinning.
"Clara, come in here. You're gonna LOVE this."
So I did as my big sister told me.
 And, as any little sister would, completely trusted her big sister to show me something that was worth my while. Once in the bed, Anna rewound and pushed play. The first shot is a rock. Suddenly, a little girl pops up from behind the rock and yells, "Mahina! Mahina is coming!" in an Australian accent. Various other girls pop up yelling the same thing, ands I was so wrapped up in trying to figure out why I would "love" this, I didn't realize Anna trembling with laughter beside me. As it turns out, Mahina is a mermaid. And trust me, I have seen much better mermaids than her.
The video gets turned off before I even get five minutes into it.
Anna has composed herself by now, and is grinning slyly at me. "I got you."
    Big sisters.
    Ahem, moving on...
After about an hour of surfing youtube, we are finally ready to go to sleep. The lights go out, and we are both lying very, very still. I begin to drift into that wonderful state of half sleep (where you don't know how wonderful it is until you are awakened, which is exactly what happened to me). Scratch, thump! Something lands on my leg and I fling the covers off me and pull my knees up to my chin. "Somethings in the bed, Anna!" I hissed.
"Smfs in bed?"
"Yes! What do I do, Anna? What do I do?!"
You must understand that I was still half asleep.
"Get out of bed and turn on the light!" She was awake now, and none too happy about it. So, I get out of bed and turn on the light.
There wasn't anything in the bed, and, after floofing the covers and looking under my pillow, Anna is eyeing me with a you-just-imagined-it-go-back-to-sleep look. But never let it be said that Clara was one to just give up. Oh no.
Especially when there's the possibility of a roach being involve.
As it turns out, there was no roach. Just a big black beetle down by the bed skirt. I flipped it over and it didn't move. "Oh." I said, "It's dead."
The lights went back out and I crawled in bed.
Minutes pass...
 "Ohmygoodness Clara there's something flying into me!" Anna's frantic shrieks only woke me partially. But I was awake enough to know that my prognosis of the black beetle had been incorrect. I guess I won't ever be a doctor. Then on came those acursed lights. "Come here you bad little thing." That was Anna, talking to the black beetle. He was thrown outside and the lights were once again turned out. Thankfully, that was the conclusion to The Night of Mahina and the Great Beetle War.

    You can see the official Mahina is Coming video right here

I leave you with these wise words. Never trust a big sister.

<3 Clara