Thoughts about a book

Once upon a time, there was a new book.
Which really had me quite hooked.
Within its pages moments were stolen away.
At any opportunity throughout the day.
The cover I stared at as I sat.
Contemplating how the design I could tat.
The characters were such a fine sight.
I'm surprised I got any sleep in the night!
This novel I feel deserves a toast.
Oh!
I almost forgot the Wednesday post!

-To Hannah L. Clark's Cobbogoth
Thanks for the amazing read.

Things to do on a Saturday

1. Work in the garden. 
2. Go on an adventure, uncertain of where you will end up. 
3. Sleep off the week. 
4. Party with friends. 
5. Train a cat to turn the computer on. 
6. Watch a marathon of your favorite series. 
7. Work on your robot butler. 
8. Write a paper on the differences between Chinese and European dragons. 
9. Contemplate the meaning of various colors. 
10. Read Cobbogoth, by Hannah L. Clark. Then faint from excitement.

Princess Violet and the Castle of Clocks

Once upon a time...
There was a princess by the name of Violet.
Princess Violet lived in a lovely castle full of grandfather clocks. Every day at about half past noon; Princess Violet would wander around the castle halls and listen to the clocks go...

DONG!
BONG!
TICK!
TOCK!

Then each clock would pause, silent for a second or two. During that time, Princess Violet would listen very carefully.
So carefully, that she would hear if any clock was slower then the others.

TOCK!

Then she would walk the corridors, until she found the off-beat clock.
Taking out her tools, Princess Violet would gently open the clock. As softly as she could, the princess would adjust the clock until it was back in sync with the others.

So the princess spent her days, caring for her beloved grandfather clocks.

                        The End

Best places to hide an elf

1. A Star Trek convention, though some people may complain that you got the ears wrong.
2. In the basement with some role-playing games and a computer.
3. At the mall in December. The kiddies will go crazy!
4. In the woods. Just try to avoid hunting season.
5. A big city, where strangeness is normal. Though a hat might help.
6. On a movie set. You can pretend to be extras!
7. Small islands are good hideouts, but lack multiple escape routes.
8. A Halloween party. You'll win any costume contests.
9. Caves are excellent. If you stock up on supplies, then you could stay for months!
10.  Wherever the elf is from. There is no better hiding place then where you can blend in with the locals.

The story without rhyme

Once upon a time in the kingdom of foo, there lived a young rabbit without any shoes.
He would hop in the grass, but not on the rocks. And he would sit out when others would race over blocks.
But the little rabbit did have something the others did not. A bright blue, cello playing robot.
One day while he sat all alone, the little rabbit had a thought.
"With my robot and my flute, we might make a nice tune."
So he leaped up in excitement, and hurried to home.
And after some practice and a little dessert, the little rabbit decided to try out a song.
So on the night of a party, they went up on stage. He played with his robot as they had practiced at home.
Then smiled in delight as the other rabbits clapped.
"I may not have shoes for running about, but that is not all a rabbit can do!"

Uses for paperclips

1. Holding papers together.
2. As darts for a straw blowgun.
3. A belt buckle.
4. Stabbing small pieces of food.
5. Fashion. Paperclip bracelets are useful and stylish.
6. Entertainment. What shapes can you make?
7. Keeping hair out of your eyes.
8. Help in drawing a straight line.
9. Creating a fishing booth for kids.
10. As part of a plan for world domination.

A continuation of Toxin

Summer vacation is suppose to be fun, not tortuous.
Or so I had always believed.
Yet here I was, a future junior, spending my summer away from the people I knew and loved.
Instead of hanging with my friends, I was part of an "exchange program" that I hadn't even signed up for!
I stalked downstairs, dragging my suitcase behind me. Entering the kitchen, I dropped my bag and rummaged through the cupboards for my final meal.
As I made my food, Wallace came in through the back door.
Wallace was my best friend, and had been since... Well, since we were toddlers. He was of average height, and a bit skinny; though his abs were amazingly well toned. He had messy blonde hair and slate gray eyes, and I knew that over half of my friends had fallen in love with him.
But to me, Wallace was just a friend, albeit a very good one.
“This is it.” His voice was bored, yet I knew he liked my situation just as much as I did.
“Yep.” I finished cooking my food, and poured it into two bowls. I handed one to Wallace, then leaned against the counter.
“So where are they sending you?”
“A little village somewhere in England.” I sighed, then took a bite of my noodles. The salty flavor blended with the smooth spices well.
Wallace shook his head, his eyes closing for a moment.
“England? I'd be careful over there, they apparently love American girls.”
I frowned, then shook my head with a sigh.
“I won't have any problems, not going to this village. It's not even on the map. My biggest worry will be to not die of boredom.”
Wallace sighed, opening his eyes. He looked at me, sorrow plainly visible within the gray depths of his gaze.
“Couldn't someone else have been chosen for this "exchange program"? Why are they forcing you to go?”
I shrugged, finishing my breakfast and setting the bowl in the sink.
“I don't know. Apparently I was asked for by name. And the reason my parents won't let me back out is because of the funding. Round trip first class ticket: already paid for. Room and board while I'm over there: free. Funding for any educational activities I may want to do: provided in full. It all seems to good to be true, but the sponsor is a well known professor from London.”
I ran a hand through my dark brown hair, twisting one of the almost black strands around my finger.
My hair sometimes made me look deathly pale, but I think it was my eyes that really spooked people.
You see, I have yellow irises. Technically they are classified as amber, but the color is differently yellow. They're like the eyes of an animal, but I've been told that they run in the family on my mother's side.
Wallace set his now empty bowl on the counter by the sink and walked to the door. He opened it, then nodded his head towards the backyard.
I walked outside; leaving my suitcase by the door.
Together, we walked to the old tire-swing. I climbed up the tire, then pulled myself up the rope until I sat on the branch above.
All those years of climbing things had given me a knowledge of what I was capable of doing, as well as building a strong muscle memory of how to find hand holds and footholds.
Wallace climbed up and sat beside me, staring out at the early morning sky.
“How long?”
“I don't know. Possibly the whole summer. Half at the very least.”
A frown appeared on his face for a moment, before disappearing. I kept my own face expression less, knowing that there was no reason to spend these final moments wallowing in a pool of self-pity.
I plucked a leaf off the branch and let it fall; watching as it spun to the ground.
When I looked at Wallace again, I found him staring at me.
Wallace was one of the only people who could meet my eyes without flinching.
I met his eyes, waiting for him to speak. He continued to stare into my eyes for a few moments, then spoke.
“Shania, be careful over there. I don't like what I've heard about this exchange program, and I can tell you don't like it either. But since there is nothing I can do to stop it, I want you to have this.”
He pulled off a ring from his right middle finger and gave it to me.
I looked at the ring, surprised by the sudden gift.
The ring was carved out of a black stone; with a odd pattern of symbols etched into it's surface.
It was peculiar, but I loved it.
“Thank you, Wallace...”
He smiled at me, his head leaning toward mine...