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Apr. 11th, 2010


Cloud Movers


"Come on, Damaria, you old hag!" Fain called teasingly from up the trail, the ground under his feet darkening with each step he took. "Patience is a virtue!" Damaria yelled back from farther back as she closed her eyes and opened her arms wide, embracing the nature around her, sensing the little balls of light that represented each living thing. The clouds, which had blocked the sunlight from reaching the canyon all morning, cleared from around her, until a sliver of light came down. She suddenly felt very tired. Sweat started to bead on her forehead and her body shook with heavy breaths.

"What is going on?" She thought as her heart pounded in her chest. She staggered forward, trying to reach Fain, but it was a vain effort. She collapsed, now unable to move her limbs.

Up the trail, Fain winced at the sunlight that had found its way though the thick cloud cover. He reached his hands out in front of him, moving them together slowly, darkening the sky, until his hands clasped, making the sun ray disappear.

"Fain!" A sharp cry rang to his ears and his eyes shot open. Damaria, She never screamed. Ever.

"Mara!" He yelled back as he frantically raced back down the trail to get to her.

She was crumpled on the ground, shaking. Fain deftly scooped her up into his arms and she felt his strong arms hold her close.

"Don't worry. I've got you." He whispered in her ear. She tried to respond, but didn't have the strength.

"Cloud Mover!"  A strong voice rang through her mind; the last sound, before she was unconscious.

Feb. 14th, 2010


Racing Visions

Just a few thoughts I've had on my mind. Random lines, story beginnings I've jotted down. Here goes nothing....

I've always been told that there's a time for everything. A time to live, a time to die, a time to reach for the stars, and a time to lay low, blah, blah, blah, but how can that be true? Especially since my world has just shattered into a million pieces. You know you're messed over when your life starts going against the laws of nature. And boy has mine; to the extreme.

Have you ever had the feeling that something was going to go fatally wrong? Well, that's what I was feeling right now. And If you've ever felt that, you know it's pretty much the worst felling you'll ever feel. In your entire life. For the first time, me, the fighter, I didn't have a plan. For the first time in my life, I felt hopeless. No plan.

May. 6th, 2009


(no subject)

Wow! Its been so long since I've posted on my jounral! Anyway I found an old writing assignment that I liked a lot so I thought I'd put it here for everyone. Enjoy! And tell me what you think.

1930s Photograph Creative Writing: Pride in the Dust

I glided silently across the barren, dusty landscape. The setting, evening sun glinted off of my auburn wings. For miles and miles all that could be seen was dust which, I guessed, had previously been soil. It blew in the soft wind like sand in the desert, but the land itself looked like a tan version of Antarctica. It was totally bare. Suddenly, something caught my eye. Which, anything would when there was nothing to see but dust. I looked down to see an old house. This had caught my attention. It seemed like a lonely island in a restless sea; a sea of dust, however. I angled my wings seamlessly in a downward spiral and landed as silently as I had come. A ragged fence lay in pieces on my right and a ramshackle porch on my left. But what really called out to me was a tree. One of only two I could see. It seemed to tell a story. Maybe I was crazy, I always did have a wild imagination, but there was something about this tree. It had the look of wisdom that a person well on in their years and it seemed to act as a sign to call people to this house. Then, I knew. This house held many generations and served them well. A good thing can only last for so long, however, and the occupants were forced to leave the safety of its confines. It was the soil. It was the dust that swept them away from the only place they had known and loved for so long. The trees had long since lost their leaves, for there was no good earth to provide care for them.

The added chill in the wind brought me back to where I was standing; in front of the wise tree my hand touching it’s bare, yet smooth, surface. I reached up to touch my cheek where I found newly shed tears weaving their way down to my chin. These were not tears of grief or sadness though, they were tears of joy, pride for my new knowledge. For, those occupants of the house in front of which I now stood, were my history, my heritage. I backed away from the house and took one last, long look before I unfurled my wings and pushing off the ground. Soon, I was high above the ground, catching an aerial view of my past, my wings beating rhythmically, peacefully. I shot out into the last rays of sunlight with a new sense of self-confidence, a new sense of me.

 This is a picture similar to the one I wrote from.
Much Love,

Feb. 1st, 2009



"Don't we all wish there was an extra hour in the day? Midnighters takes that wish and turns it on its head, creating a chilling landscape of frozen time. But most chilling are the Midnighters themselves-teens with in the between time, whose conflicts with each other are real, immediate and compelling."-Holly Black on Midnighters

My list of passions just got longer! These books are so intriguing and amazing. The characters are so well thought through and jump off the page at you. Anyone who hasn't read them needs to or you're missing out! If these books get turned into a movie you bet I'm going to audition! I'll be watching to see...

My favorite character is Dess (full name Desdemona). She is very funny and the sort of happy-go-lucky person of the Midnighters. She is a ploymath which means she is very good with numbers. ANYTHING with numbers. There are also Rex, the seer, who reads the lore of Midnight, Melissa, the mindcaster, who can reach minds, change them, and taste emotion, Jessica, the newbie who I can't tell you what she is because thats what the fist book is all about, and finally Jonathan, the acrobat, he can fly. Awesomeness!

"Come on! You guys tracked me down when I was eleven right? By that time my mom and dad were letting me do their taxes for them. Jessica is fifteen and she can't handle high school trig? She no polymath."-Dess

Go read! Now!

Dec. 19th, 2008


In the Spotlight

Well, Here I go! Its the opening night of Nutcracker! I'm very excited and I hope everything works out! It should be a blast and I love being with my dance family. Wish me luck!

Dec. 17th, 2008


Another Passion

So, I was protesting reading the Twilight saga mainly because, I guess, everyone in the entire world seemed to be reading it. But, I succumbed. And I'm glad! Hence, another passion. Its so deep and rich and just absolutely great! I love it! I wish I had a Japser too! Alice would without a doubt be my favorite female character just because I love her and also because I think I can relate to her the most since I think I'm like her a lot. Now I'm constantly in the Twilight Zone! Haha

Sep. 12th, 2008



Wow! Already its Nutcracker season again!
I'm so anxious to just get the auditions over with and find out my parts! I really want to be Merliton! Hence, the username (: Anyway I hope everything goes well and that it really will be a great year! I'm going to be at the dance school all day tomorrow! Well, I better get some sleep...


I'm Merliton! I absolutely love old and more recent cartoons like Princess Gwenevere and the Jewel Riders, Rainbow Brite, Sailor Moon, Winx Club, W.I.T.C.H., Sky Dancers, and a lot more! I'm obsessed with Harry Potter and Narnia and Nancy Drew is one of my favs! The ND computer mystery PC games are amazing! I also love the AVALON books base of the Jewel Riders.
So, thats just a little about me!