HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

Happy Thanksgiving lovelies!!

I love the Charlie Brown specials. They are amazing. If you have an apple device, you should get the game Snoopy's Street Fair. it is pretty epic.

I am so happy because Nick Toons is doing a two day Avatar: The Last Airbender marathon. I love that show and they haven't been showing it for a while. :( Forget football....I'm watching AVATAR.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!

Happy Thanksgiving lovelies.

Trying To Help

I will try to help

I will say what I can

I will fight the fights at home

Inspire the ones away

I will do my part

Hearts of a Feather

I guess I'm not the only one

Who has to watch

From the sidelines

I guess I'm not the only one

Who drives a different car

Lindsay's Post

This is my friend Lindsay post. As in100% her. Blame me notfor her rudeness. JK.

You cry. Cry. Cry. Your tears soak your pillow as you sob into it.

The words.

The harsh, unforgivable words.

Ugly.

Fat.

Useless.

It hurt, right?

Pain fills your heart. And who could blame you? Nobody.

It's funny, though. We blame society...

But we are society.

You're beautiful, everyone is. Keep your head held high.

Just remember:

You are important. You are loved. You are needed. You are useful. You are you.

And that's a gift. Screw everyone else. Love your life; it's the only one you've got.

Remember, 100% Lindsay. ;) Check out my other blog! Just click on about me and click on Clouds on A sunny day.

Birds of a Feather

You two

Are a flock of a different color

The same color to you

A different color to us

When the rest just slip by

You hold on

A Different World

There's a whole different world

One outside of ours

That you belong to

With few others

Why can't I see it too

Keep You Safe

Part One

I will keep you safe

No one will hurt you

You'll go through life

Un-Scared 

Un-Broken

Part two

It's hard to keep you safe

With hate so close to the door

You have burns on your heart

Is it my fault or yours?

Part Three

I couldn't keep you safe

Hate won in the end

Everything is burned to a crisp

We will build a house

Of ashes

The Stupid Thing Is...

The stupid thing is
You're leaving soon
Maybe in a week
Maybe in a day
So it's useless to tell you
Face to face
It'd be easier
To scream it to the world

Beautiful

You're beautiful

You know it

You're a model

Traipsing around

Stealing every heart I ever wanted

Now you're Taken

But does that matter?

No

You stole him too

FaerieTale

Here is part of a story I'm working on.

FaerieTale

By: Hannah G. Chapel

1

December 14~

The date is only a rough estimate, I don't know how long I've been here. It might have a day, a moment, or a century. Time is wacky here.

My name is Isa Dromada Azale. I am 14. I am also a Warrior Fairy, apparently. No, not like Winx Club or Tinkerbell. This is different. This is dangerous. I'm talking deadly. I'm talkin-

Wait, I can't waste words or ink.

It's time to begin my story, ready?

~Isabella Dromada Azale

2

December 14~

Look, I'm not gonna bore you with how it began. You don't deserve that. Let's just say it involved a key, a book,a nd a stained glass window.

And a lotta pain.

Oh yeah baby, a whole lotta pain.

~ ~ ~

My first clear memory is being carried by Taylor Lautner, Harry Styles, and Justin Bieber's faerie look alikes. No joke. . Harry (Jynx) and Justin (Calibray) were carrying me while Taylor (Tog) carried my clothes and the book. He was smirking at me, so I fainted. Later he said it was because of his hotness.

~ ~ ~

My second clear memory, I was covered from the neck down in a lucious quilt. I rolled over onto my back, and i was immediately in pain. In shock, I sat up and screamed. An old woman with butterfly wings looked up at me from the floor.

"Are you all right, Isabella?"

My poor brain couldn't take that butterfly lady knew my name.

I fainted again.

~ ~ ~

When I finally woke up, a small girl was wiping my forehead.

"Wah?.... Who are yoooooooooooouuuuuuu?....."

The girl smiled.

"Mora, apprentice to Andalon."

"Annnnnndaaaaalonnnnn?"

"yes. She made you faint."

As my foggy brain tried to piece back the puzzle, I looked around. The room was a big dome, with my bed, a few chairs, a table, and a bookshelf. There was no door, but there was a tunnel going up, protected by a grate.

"Do you want to try your wings out? If you're the chosen one, you need to fly."

"Sure, Lil lady." Mora gave me a questioning look before helping me out of the bed. I was wearing-

What does that matter?

we need to get to the important stuff.

I don't have ink to waste on frivolous comments!

3

December 15~

Soon, Mora and I were shooting up the tunnel, into a labyrinth of tunnels. My wings barely fit into the cramped space. As Mora led me deeper into the tunnel, it got wider, until we reached a grate that was ten feet tall. Mora took a small green rock and placed it into the center of the grate. Sparks flew everywhere as the grate raised. Mora pulled me in.

The room had to be the size of a football field. There were faeries everywhere. Some were shoting arrows, some were throwing spears/javelins, others were slicing dummies heads off with long swords.

It was glorious.

"Wait here." Mora pressed the rock in my hand. Her butterfly wings glittered as she flew away.

I sat down mid air to watch some fighters. Two woman were clashing it out. One had a long sword with a purple tint. The other had a short blad that was a distinct shade of red. 

Long sword struck against Short Sword's leg. She dodged and made a long cut on Longie's stomach. Longie screamed and flung her sword around.

A tale male faeries came out of the ground and pushed her away. He sunk back into his hole. I would have run to see where he had disapeered.

But guess who showed up?

Mora with two buddies, a war hardened female with whispie black hair and...

"Harry?!??"

4

The three charecters gave me  odd looks.

"Harry? No, Isabella. Your 'Harry' is Jynx the Korman. She is Emlyn the Vem."

"Harry... Sorry, but you gust look like....posters all over my room...."

My fuzzled brain ached for a moment. Then, it waslike a soft beam of light.

I wasn't supposed to be here... i belonged at home, with a crantakerous StepMama and a mellowed out Dad. 

"What am I doing here?" My brain hurt so bad......

"You are the destined one, the one to destroy the Blackness." Jynx reached out and brushed my wing.

"No! I don't want to! SEND ME HOME!"

I grabbed Longie's dropped sword and began to swing. I guess I'm still a temper tantrum baby...

Mora, Emlyn, and Jynx swept toward me. They despretly grabbed and clutched at me. Two other boys, Justin and Taylor, tried to help. 

I was too powerful.

Eventually, I wore down. I fell into a puddle of tears. Strong arms picked me up and carried me away.

December 16~

I woke up in a daze. Something about this place must have broke my brain.

What am I writing? 

You need to understand, I need to tell you about Dameion, about the blackness.

Before it's too late.

My Own Yesterday

Yesterday

Maybe the song's right

Was it easy

Will it be easy

Are we

Suddenly different

Did we say we wanted a revolution

We did want to change the world

Was it for all the lonely people

Or was for Father and Elle

And now I'm Lucy

And I'm floating in the sky

Now we say

Hey Jude

In this Day In the Life

While we ask for help

from a

Paperback Writer

Dedicated to my Dad

A Name

A name is not just a name

Or a simple label to be taped on

To a person's chest

It lives and breathes of it's own accord

It dances

And it sings

Unnamed Beginning to a story

1

I don't like kids

Espicially little ones

They grab at me and they are

Too

Loud

Mother said I was a quiet baby

I didn't cry much

I never laughed

And I started to talk late

Even then I was shy and alone

I always alone

* * *

When I was little

My best friend was Aurora

She was shy

And she loved sports

Lacrosse, swimming, and hockey were her

Faveriotes

I do not know what happened to her

She died I guess

It scares my a little

Not knowing where she is

Or how she died

Or even if she died

We wouldn't be best friends now

I like to think thst dhe

Blossomed

Grew

Out of old habits

I am always in the rut

* * *

Some lonely people are readers

I am not

I don't like reading

People say you loose yourself in a book

I don't like that

I like to know where and who I am

I want to stay firmly

HERE

I read only for school

Sometimes

I do loose myself

I loose myself so bad I can't find myself

It scares me

And I scream

I scream

Mother or Lilly would help me

In old times

They'd hold my hand and sing to me

* * *

I loose myself when I sing

But not in a bookish way

I get into

And

Become

Part of the song

And I can't be lost

Cause I know where I am

I am here

In song

* * *

I am easily scared

A boy

Kaleb

Is constantly teasing me and torturing me

I'm scared of him

He's evil

* * *

Don't be frightened Aria. Keep up good will and spirt. Don't be a push over.

L I V E

* * *

I miss

Mother and Lilly

Why them?

Why?

* * *

My best friend now is Willie

He's a cat

A calico kitten

With big green eyes

And a scruffy coat

Ms. Pellerwit found him and his brother and sisters

In an old orange crate

There are so many of them

One of his sisters

Roxii

Got sold

And another

Cinderella

Died

We all cried

Everyone says a dog is a man's best friend

But cats are better

Will a dog sit

and stay

On your lap for hours at a time?

* * *

We have to read a book for school

A book

I'm scared

I won't read it

THEY CAN'T MAKE ME!

* * *

Remember I love you, Aria. Remember good times, Aria. Don't be afraid of loosing yourself, Aria. It's the first step to finding yourself, Aria.

Mom's right Aria. Loose yourself in a book. Don't be scared. Let go. Experience new things, new books. Find your best friend. Find your Hermione.

* * *

I hear their voices

All around

Me

I take their words

Past them here

Maybe it'll help

* * *

Willie

Oh Willie

Whiskers translucent

Eyes green

Fur the beautiful color

Of every color

Paws delicate

As they tread

Through the house that isn't

The home that won't

Ever be

* * *

Ms. Barr has cancer

It's her third round

Of it

At least she has a chance

Lilly and Mother didn't

* * *

I read today

I put Willie on my lap

And sat on my bed

I sang first

A simple song

A lullaby that I wrote

Slow and sweet

To prepare me

And then-

I was fine at first

The book

Misty of Chingotege

Was good

Then...

It was horrid

I lost myself

I was gone into that small world

I couldn't get out

Willie kept mewing and trying to calm me

To keep me safe

From myself

I couldn't control it

I was lost

I Wish...

Wish upon a wishing star
A wishing star
Wishing star
Let everything fall away
Wish it on a wishing star
Not an every day wish
A wish that lasts, that stays

The World of Princes and Princesses

 

Idle fantasies

Little kid dreams

Dragons and knights

Turn real again

On dark nights

When you hold yourself tight

And dream that dragons are coming

But so is your prince

And they duel

The dragons are slayed

And your knight runs to you

On his White Horse

You the sunset gallop into the sunset

So is the world of idle fantasies

That we return to

On dark nights

When enemies attack

And we wish we were kids again

So is the world

Of Princes and Princesses

PLUTO

 

Venita Burney is not a household name. If I asked any person on the street who she was, they would stare blankly at me. But did you know that Venita Burney was the one who named this fabled dwarf planet? The Lowell observatory had the right to name it, considering the names Atlas, Zeus, and Constance. Venita told her grandfather, who passed it to a professor at the observatory. The staff at Lowell Observatory took a vote, the choices were, Minerva (Already the name of a comet), Cronus (Highly unpopular because it was suggested by the unpopular astronomer, Thomas Jefferson Jackson See), and Pluto. Pluto received all votes. It was officially named in March 24, 1930. In return for her services, Vinita received five pounds which is equal to $7.95 US money.

This is one of the amazing facts about Pluto.

                                  

Pluto

Pluto has a dangerous atmosphere, it consists of methane, carbon monoxide, and nitrogen. These are derived from the ice on it. Pluto's orbit is said to have an affect on it's atmosphere. As Pluto moves away from the sun, the gases freeze, and as Pluto moves closer to the sun the gases sublime. This produces an anti-greenhouse effect. This cools Pluto down.

                                  

A computer based image of Pluto's surface, complete with Charon and the Sun

Pluto has four moons. There is Charon (Discovered in 1978), Nix (2005), Hydra (2005), and S/2011 P1 (2011).

Interestingly enough, for 20 years, Pluto is closer to the sun than Neptune. In 1979, Pluto crossed Neptune's orbit. Pluto made the closest approach in 1989 and it stayed in Neptune's orbit till 1999. It will not do this again until 2226.

Pluto's period of rotation is 6.387 days, witch is almost as close as Charon's. It's orbitational period in years is about 248 years.

Well, I hope you learned something new about Pluto!

More Poems

Okie-Dokie, poem 2!

Quiet
This is the night
a night of candlefire
From Christ's own light
Holy voices
Purely unholy
It ends
Wisps of smoke
Absence of light
Smells forgotten
Brought back

inspiration: Christmas eve Candle-lit service.

No recommendations today!

The Concert

Okay, so, I wrote this a few months ago and Mother-dearest wants me to post it.

The inspiration was a band concert at my school. I play the flute, and enjoy it a lot, soooooo.

The Concert
I take my place among the musicians. It is the night we have been striving for. Our conductor gives the command and we begin. The drummers lead our song. They are the fathers, steady, harsh, yet comforting. The clarinets and the saxophones join in, they are the mothers, kind, pushing, wise. The trumpets donate their voice. They are the brothers, lazy, but always there to keep you on track. We flutes join the song. We are the older sister, annoying, wise, and beautiful. The audience's song is the loudest by far, it drums into my ears. They are the mice that no one wants. But we have to put up with them, for tonight is The Concert.

No recommendations now, see next post!

(No offense to any instrument or audience!)

Hello All!

Hi! Hannah here! This contains basic info about my posts.

The formatting of my posts goes something like this-
Greeting
Story, Prose, Poem, etc.
Inspiration
Recommendations i.e. Apps, Websites, Books, Movies, etc.
Closing
Okay? Now I shall do my first real post!