Thursday, February 6, 2014

take the wheel

Willow, maybe?
alone. again. a reoccurring theme in my life. you would think i would be used to it by now, but i'm not.
it doen't get easier.
it doesn't get better.
it's a memory that doesn't dim.
you promised forever, and like a fool i believed you.
then you left. my heart was broken yet again.
no more petty hopes and dreams.
not for me.
now it's my time to step up and take the wheel.
my past was just a driving lesson.
this time i won't need to learn which petal is the gas and which is the brake.
this time i'm ready for the road.
it's not going to be easy but it's a life for learning.
it's my turn.

mh

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

a short story - taken away

"We've got her!" Austin yelled with a laugh.
He ran out of the summer home's garden, pushing a wheelchair. In the wheelchair sat a laughing girl.
Josie ran out next, with a basket packed full of different foods from the pantry.
Andrew and Mary waited by the gate, slamming it shut after their friends escaped and before the maid and cook could catch them. They took off towards the forest, hooting with delight as the cries of, "They've done it again!" and "they've stolen her away, the rouges!" lingering behind them.
They shouted in triumph and danced around the halted seat.
The four raggedy friends, and the young lady from the house.
She laughed until tears ran down her face.
"Thus we save you from your terror, Laylanna." cried Andrew.
"You are my hero's, all of you." she dried her eyes and tossed her close cropped head.
Josie and Mary pushed her chair to the blanket spread out on the Forrest floor. The two boys gentle lifted her out and set her on the ground.
"You must stop encouraging your beux. We never see you any more." Mary pouted.
"Oh, I try to discourage them. They just won't leave." She shrugged. "That and my health has not been as well."
Her four friends grew silent.
"But never mind my troubles!" she urged, "Tell me about what troubles you have conjured up."
As they ate, they took turns of telling their adventures and what was forgotten someone else corrected. Laylanna smiled as she listened. She loved how the four were rough yet gentle, loud yet silent, argumentative yet loving. They loved and forgave each other.
At the end of their picnic, they begged the lady to sing.
"We've missed your voice." they told her. As she sang, the friends relaxed. Mary curled up and rested her head on Austin's shoulder. Andrew lay at one side of Laylanna, sprawled on the ground smiling up at the treetops; Josie sat on the other side, holding the hand of her friend and humming along with every tune.

It was dusk when they returned to the summer home. They pushed her chair around the garden, and into the back entry. They bid her goodbye and headed off to their home.
A band of ruffians they may be, but a true family they are. 


This is just an idea i've got... It's based on four of my friends that I love very dearly <3

Your writerly friend,
Maddie

Thursday, January 23, 2014

Bird on Bird • Battling Writers Block

So, on Wednesday while my sister Allison, brother and I were at our elderly neighbor's house and his "girlfriend" came over to meet us.

Our neighbor, Dale, is 87 and he lost his wife about six years ago. He hired my sister and I to do house cleaning and my brother to do yard work.
Last year he met an elderly lady named Sudie, who lost her husband two years ago and they have such an adorable friendship. I guess Dale told her about us, because while we were up at his house he asked us to wait because "Sudie wants to meet you in the worst way." It was cute:) 
I called my mom and asked her if we could stay a while longer, and after reviving the okay, we waited.
Finally the knock at his front door came, and in came the sweetest grandma looking lady you have ever seen. She was from the south, so she has an accent:)
And anther thing is she is very outgoing, while Dale is reserved and used to his quiet routines.

Sudie told us three to tell her about ourselves. So we did, and she pulls out this little notebook and writes down our names and what we like. "I will see if I have any books about those." She said with a big smile. Then she went on and told us a story called Bird On Bird:

"There was a boy who had to write a paper about a his State bird,"she said,"and he put it off for days and days until the night before he had to turn the paper in. His dad asked if he could read it. "I didn't write it yet, pa," he said. "I don't know how to start it." His dad looked at him and said,"just start with one bird and when you're done, start with a bird that the first one made you think of and go on and on until you get your paper done about the state bird." She smiled and bobbed her head.
"That's how you get past a block. You just keep going on with little things until you get the big thing done."
"Rabbit trails!" My sister laughed.
"Yes, yes. Rabbit trails. Bird on bird. This is what helped me write my book."

And so, dear fellow writers, give this a try! I haven't had a chance to try her method, but I'll do it as soon as I can.

I guess I did have a chance to try it, because it did take a rabbit trail to say what I wanted to. I love it how that works.
Have a good day, blogglings!

Yours sincerely,
Maddie

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

My Best Friend is a Robot

Today I'm here with a sneak peek from my latest story, My Best Friend Is a Robot.

Golly, I'm in love with this plot! But it's not long enough to be a full novel, so it's going to be a fast and furious action packed novella. Whoop de do! I'm aiming for about 20,000 words at the least.

MBFiR is set in a dystopian setting. I hope it turns out at least half as good as I'm hoping.

"Right now, we aren't living. We're just... Existing." - Dawn
In this paticular time setting, the government is in control of everything. And by everything, I mean even the oxygen needed to breath. This government maintains the perfect lifeforms. There are no germs, there is no sickness, nobody is unhealthy. Everything and everyone is perfect.

"There are the ups to this way of life, but the bad far outnumber the good." - Seth
 This is truely one wacko government here, people. Like, insane. They choose when you marry, who you marry, how many kids you can have, decide if your kids should live, what the perfect time is for you to die, just bad bad bad BAD. My characters are fixing to stop it. But that doesnt mean they will. But there is a whooping %5 chanch that they could. With my carefully placed plot twists and so much more goody goodyness, I hope I don't completely kill my story.

And on with the peek I promised!

My name is Dawn Ryder. This is the story of how I rescued my best friend. By “best friend” I mean my robot; Seth.Yeah, I bet that sounds really weird. Let me explain:The year is 2417. There are three countries left on planet Vouch which was lately known as Earth. Yep, the planets were renamed. Stupid world leaders. Anyways, three countries: Egone, Prine, and Chash.
These three countries worked together but apart: Egone supported the animal world, protecting every species from the harm of unknown dangers this world has developed in the last three hundred years. Prine grew every know plant known to mankind and that’s where the other two countries get their food supply. And Chash is where they create the perfect people. I live in Chash.In Chash there are twenty five levels. In every level there are different classifications. Everyone has been genetically altered to have specific traits: Red hair, brown hair, white hair, black hair, blond hair, blue eyes, green eyes, grey eyes, brown eyes, skin, hair, and nose. Blah, blah, blah.I lived in Level nine, where everyone has been genetically modified to have black hair, green eyes and freckles. Everyone was the same. Almost everyone, that is. I was the oddball.
I love history – especially the history before the levels were created. What little they give us, anyways. I wanted to be independent. I wanted to see the ground, like the planet’s surface. But we weren’t allowed to go down. I was sick of the same everyday routine. I wanted it to be different.
So basically, I had no friends. Nobody wanted to be friends with a weirdo. I was told that the kids who learn more than they are supposed to get taken away from the levels and were never seen again. I’ve been warned. Numerous times. Whatever.Eventually, my perfect parents realized that I was lonely and so for my thirteenth birthday I was given Seth. He was already programed for my needs. Or that’s what they told me.

Your pal,
Maddie

Monday, January 20, 2014

So I'm thinking Steampunk.

Lately I've been wanting to do something with a steampunked plot line. But modest steampunk, not the type where the girls are uncovered. And not quite as dark - I want it to be happy yet gear-ish. Not black but bright cheery colors.
I've found some cute outfits but they're mostly dark and too short skitred or low cut.

So here is a plot I've dreamed up that I think this theme would fit with:

An old inventor living in the 1800's with astounding ideas. Not a rich man, but not a begger either. He has taken in twenty six orphaned children and raised them as his own, doing whatever he could for them.
When he finally created a flawless flying device, he disappears along with his plan.
Amelia, his newest orphan child, is devastated and begs the others to help her find him. They agree and set about using his blueprints to create the devices to save him.

And so they go along until Amelia meets this high-end steam worker named Jethrow.
Jethrow goes and helps find the old man and so on and so forth. I'm not giving the big long plot I've got drawn up because 1) it would be pages long and 2) I don't want to give away my secrets *bwahahahaha*.

So you could say that I've got a mind full of adventure that I'm ready to spill. :)

Keep it cool, writerly nerds!

Maddie

Saturday, January 18, 2014

Am I the only one that feels like "the love triangle" is way overrated? And other things?

I don't know... I just feel like the love triangle just keeps being used over and over. It's getting old. 
I wish there could be books where three knight have to fight for the ladies hand or there is the one character the girl/boy loves through the entire book.

Oh, and there is the other thing. Bad boys.
Can't there be the nice guy? Or the sweet guy? Or what about the poor overlooked goofy one that I always love by the end of the book?
They are the ones that need to over rule the bad boys... They just aren't appealing after the nine hundred books about them finally gaining the girls heart.
I don't know about you guys, but my dad would be hurt if I chose a bad boy. So why would I feel drawn toward them in books??? 

What about the black haired, green eyed main characters? I admit that I fall for this one, as most of my characters are black haired and green eyed.

And the favorite character dying. WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN?! I cry and break my heart over these people that ultimately die a horrendous death. And I find myself doing the same exact thing with my characters. I don't know why because my people are everything I love and I'm all "BwahahahahaHA DIE!"

So, there are a few of my pet peeves.
Your writerly friend,
Maddie

Sunday, January 5, 2014

The Unhappy Bush - A Short Story


There once was an unhappy bush, a little brown and thorny bush, resting in a sleepy garden, subdued by the falling snow. Two people came walking around and looked at the bush.
“That’s an ugly little bush.” Said the first person,
“It’s very ugly.” Agreed the second person and they both went on their way. The little brown bush heard this and started to weep. The wind heard the bush crying and blew over to it.
“Why do you cry, little bush?” the wind asked, rustling its little brown leaves gently.
“The people said I was ugly and it hurt my feelings because I know it’s true. I’m little and brown and ugly.” The little bush sobbed.
“You are not ugly, just young and cold. Just be patient and you will grow taller and you’re cold leaves with turn green. When this happens, I will come back and dance.” The wind said in a comforting voice and then blew away.
The little bush was thankful to the wind for being so nice and he believed what the wind said, so the bush waited.
The snow stopped falling and melted away; Spring was here! And just like the wind had said, the little brown bush grew taller and greener. And the wind came back and danced in the tall green bushes leaves.
The bush was happy and smiled all day and even at night while it slept.
One day, a child was playing by the garden when he noticed the beautiful green, tall bush.
“May I take a branch of your green leaves, beautiful bush?” Asked the child.
The bush was so happy at being called beautiful, that it told the child to take its most beautiful, green branch; the branch that held its biggest, prettiest leaves. But when the child grasped the branch, he cried out in pain. When the child pulled his hand away, a big drop of red blood slid down his hand.
“You tricked me!” The child cried, “Your branches are covered with thorns!” And the child ran away, holding his hand and tears falling down his face.
The grass outside the garden despised the bush.
“You tricked the child and poked him!” “What good are you if all you have are thorns?” “Nobody will like you know.”
And the bush began to weep again. “Now my beautiful leaves no longer matter because of my thorns.” it mourned.
Now the sun heard the bush weeping and he sent down warm, comforting rays of light.
“Do not cry, green bush. You didn’t mean to hurt the child.” He said.
“But I did hurt him and now no one loves me. I only wanted to share my leaves because he was so kind to call me beautiful.” The bush lamented.
“The child didn’t know about the thorns and in your moment of happiness you forgot to warn him. It was an accident.” He consoled the bush. “Go now and explain what happened. It wasn’t right of the grass to blame you.”
So the green bush did and the grass listened to it then apologized for accusing the bush of hurting the child.
As spring wore on, the flowers in the garden grew their petals. They flaunted their colors and celebrated. The tall green bush celebrated with them.
The green bush smiled and sang and the wind sent its beautiful leaves dancing.
But then a flower asked, “Where are your petals, bush? The spring is almost done.” And all the other flowers heard the question and they all asked the bush the same question.
“I don’t know!” The bush exclaimed. “I thought I was just a bush.”
And the sun was hidden by grey rain clouds.
The flowers left the bush and went to play. So the bush looked up at the clouds and grew sad. Then the rain started to fall and the bush grew sadder.
“Don’t be sad, green bush, sleep.” The rain whispered. “Tomorrow you will be even more beautiful.”
So the bush slept and the next day when it woke up, it was surrounded by smiling and surprised faces.
“What’s the matter?” The bush asked.
“You have flowers!” the rest of the garden squealed with delight. “You are a rose bush!”
And the wind came and danced and danced and wafted the sweet fragrance of the bush’s roses for all to smell. The beautiful rosebush outlasted the other flowers. The two people came back and said the bush was beautiful. The child came back and all was forgiven when he found the red flowers peeping out of the green leaves.

And the tall, beautiful, green rosebush – which used to be little, ugly and brown, lived happily ever after.

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Found

 "Jo! Jo can you hear me?" i heard a distant voice calling my name. I looked around in the think white cloud in vain.
"David!" I yelled as I wiped the tears from my face. "Dave where are you?"
"Keep talking Jo. I'll find you, don't worry." He called in a soothing manner.
"I'm scared. Where am I? Where are you?" I was starting to panic.
"Just keep talking Josie, I'll find you."
I pulled my coat closer around me and shivered. I don't even know where I am. I had been walking home from the little coffee shop I love when the fog came in thick, white and sudden. I had turned back to run for shelter when I lost my way. It was getting dark quickly.
"David? How did you know where I am? I don't even know where I am."
There was a pause before he said,"I don't know how I knew." He sounded closer. 
"Dave!" I shouted. I looked around and noticed the fog was starting to lift. There was a figure right in front of me.
The shape turned. 
"Josie!"
I ran up to him and threw my arms around his chest. I started sobbing with relief.
David hugged me tight and rubbed my back while he spoke softly,"shhh. I've got you. It's okay. You're not lost anymore."
He wiped my face dry with the sleeve of his coat.
"Let's go home." He held out his arm and I linked mine in his and smiled at him. The fog was thin now and light from the lamp posts streamed around us while we walked in the direction of my home.

~Maddie
(Image via Pinterest)

Saturday, June 1, 2013

•Fate, P2•

You wouldn't realize how hard it is to time travel, or be a Time Traveler.

First off, I am a type of type of Time Traveler known as a Time Warrior.

I am sent off into the past and/or future to help in a random war, battle or fight.

I've been to places and times that the history books don't tell about.

I've been in totally different dimensions.

My last mission, the one with poor Hugh, was a war. 

Hugh's father was killed by rebels who took over the palace of Kilnna in Drached.

You've never even heard of that place or war, have you? 

Well, I was sent to help the Draghs win.

They did win and then I was sent back to my home time in the 20th century.


The downfall of being a female Time Warrior is that many profess love. 

Yuck.

I want to be married someday, but for now I would LOVE for that stuff not to happen to me.

I, as a teen in America in my normal time zone, am a usually happy person until some poor guy falls in love. 

Then I end up breaking their hearts.

It's really not fun. 

I hate hurting people.


The second thing:

You learn soooo much from being in different times!

I've only been to three recorded wars in my travels; one was with Alexander the Great, one was with the Israelites when they where surrounded on the walled city of Jerusalem and the last was the Civil War.

It was amusing to see the Roman technology. The Israeli war was a fierce thing to behold. The Civil War was terrifying. 

I've been to 6 future wars that will be to hard for you to understand, so I'll save you the trouble of confusion.  I'll just tell you that the weapons were VERY deadly, but the new inventions and technology were AWESOME.


So something more about my family,

I've got an older brother, Mike (24), his wife Leah (23), their son Roy (4) and one older cousin, Jeff (19).

The year Mike turned 18 my parents where killed in a car wreck. He had an apartment so he moved me in with him.

He met Leah in High School and they got married soon after they graduated.


They don't know about me. Time freezes for me so that nobody expects that there is something wrong with me. I don't really have friends. They think I'm a nerd because I get really high scores on history. That's the only thing I'm good at though.

It's my fate to be alone and prepared for the unexpected.  Because believe me, you have to expect the unexpected in order to survive.

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

•Fate•

So this is a story I've been working on... Hope you guys like it!

"Why do you cry?" A young child placed his hand on my knee.

"It's nothing sweet."  I answered, quickly brushing the tears away.

He looked at me solemnly.  "If it was nothing there would be no tears, dear auntie Eliza."

I smiled at little Roy.  "You speak wisely for a young one."

"You taught me to, auntie." He smiled up at me.


I smiled to myself as I remembered my adorable nephew.  

But enough.  Focus on the present.  Roy isn't even going to be born for another 1000 years. 


"Why are you smiling like that?" A deep voice startled me out of my reverie.

"Just.. Thinking. That's all." I shrugged off the question. 

Dread filled me.  I knew why he was here and I knew what I had to do.

Hugh put his hand on top of mine and squeezed it.

I pulled away gently.

"Please don't.  It could never work."

"Why?" He asked, his voice was gruff.

"I can't tell you.  But you have to trust me.  You are only 17, you've got a long life ahead of you."

"I won't.  I want you to marry me!"

 I shook my head. "Hugh, someday you will find the perfect girl. It's not me."

I hate this. I sobbed within myself. It's always like this...

"I can't marry you."

"Is there someone else?" His face was stricken with heartbreak.

"No." I swallowed hard.

"Then tell me why!" He begged.

"You won't believe me!  You will not understand."

"How are you so sure I won't?!"he raised his voice.

"Do you understand time travel?!?"

He was confused.

"See!  I told you you wouldn't understand!"

He opened his mouth to say something, then shut it again.

"What does it mean?" He finally whispered.

"It means that I have to leave this time.  That I can never see you again. It's what I am, a time traveler.  I can go to the past or future. Do you understand?" I reached to pat him on the arm but he pulled away.

"You can go to the past?" He asked unbelieving. 

"And to the future." I whispered.

"Why do you have to go?" He bent his head and released a choking sob.

"My time here is up." A tear rolled down my cheek. I hated hurting him like this...

I can't do this anymore! I screamed at myself. I need to leave. Now!

 "Why can you come back?" He grabbed me by the shoulders and made me face him.

"I'm done here, Hugh.  My job is done. You won the battle.  That's why I was sent here."

"You can never come back?"

"No I can't."

I started sobbing. "I'm sorry! I never wanted to hurt you.  I know you will marry a wonderful person.  You are going to meet her on you 18th birthday!"

Hugh pulled back as if I burned him.

"You know my future?"

"Yes.  You will have a good long life! That's all I'm aloud to tell you."

He stared at me.

My head started to ache horridly. You need to leave now, Eliza!

"I need to go, Hugh.  I'm going to miss you. Farewell."

He started to reach for me. "Wai-"

I winked out of sight.


Black surrounded me for a few seconds, then I found myself sitting cross legged on the bed in my room.

I stood up and turned on the bedroom light.

Now you know.

My name is Eliza Perris. 

I am 16 years old. 

I am a Time Traveler.

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Beyond the Tree

I've been working on a book...
NO! A different book:-D My western is going really slow. But the story I'm working on now, i just started writing it 4 nights ago and I already have like 15 pages done. And I mean literaly writing. A pen and spiral-bound notebook.

Young Blake has a special power.
He can talk to animals, tame and untame, and trees.
While he was helping his cousin Mary build a raft, he cuts a limb off of an Apple Tree and loses his power.
Heartbroken, the boy talks to his grandfather, a very wise old man.
Grandfather tells Blake to return to the tree and go through the door set in the trunk.
Blake doesn't understand what he means but goes anyways.
He returns with Mary to the tree.
When they get there, it still looks like a tree trunk. No door.
Mary walks over and spots something that looks like a knob.
She pulls it and a door opens.
(okay, the door was the shape of an upside-down U.)
While they enter a different world, Blake wonders, will he ever get his power back?
So thet's the plot! Esqe.
Later Gators!
Maddie

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! and a better note.

Ah!  Writing a book is stressful.  Fun.  But stressful. 
Well I'll start from a better spot to try and make it understandable....  ish.
I'm writing a book. 
And I have someone ready to read it and edit it as soon as I'm done writing it.  
I want to suprise my family with the first ever edition. 
So I'm trying to write it in secret.  
But with 4 younger siblings (can I say nosey?  or does it have to be "annoyingly curious?) it's hard with "what are you doing?", "what does that say?", "what's in the notebook?", and many many more things going off in your ears all the time while trying to keep it a secret.  Did that make sense? 
My brother and sisters keep trying to find out what I'm writing.
And on top of that, I've got to get it done by the 22th of this month.  Blahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Other than being stressed it fun to be writing it!

And the better note:  Jane Austen!  She is one of my top ten favorite authors!  I've read four of her books.  I think they are actually novels. 
1.  Emma;  A very good story line.  Girl is into match-making.  Finds out that a few people have fallen in love with her.  Marrys in the end to the one who she loved most  It's tougher to understand than the other three listed below.
2.  Sense and Sensibility;  Easier to understand, but the girl in the book is quite silly in my opinion.
3.  Pride and Prejudice;  This one is my favorite one of all!  The main girl has her feet firmly on the ground.  She is very close with her oldest sister.
4.  Northanger Abbey;  This is my second favorite.  The main girl falls in love with a very smart man.

Do any of you have books you want to publish?  Poems?  Anything like that?  Here is a company that will help you:-)  The Dorrance Publishing Co.

Lator gators!
Maddie

Saturday, June 30, 2012

Hank The Cowdog

Dear readers,

My post is about a book series called "Hank The Cowdog" by John Erikson.

Hank the Cowdog is "The head of Ranch Security" on a ranch in Texas.  He recounts his adventures with High Loper and Sally May (the ranch owners), little Alfred and Little Molly (their kids), Slim Chance (the ranch hand), Pete the Barn cat (the local cat, Sally May's kitty-kitty), and Drover (Hanks assistant).  I'll give you a list of the charecters:-D

Hank: Hank is the main character and narrator of each story in the Hank the Cowdog adventures. Hank claims to be a "purebred cowdog" but is in fact most likely a mutt. He styles himself as the "Head of Ranch Security" and conducts security sweeps and nightly patrols. However his real task is to serve as the assistant to Slim and Loper in herding cattle. Hank has a superiority complex which causes him to have an inflated sense of his own intelligence, strength, courage and attractiveness. As a result of this, Hank frequently finds himself in sticky situations, usually of his own creation. Much of the humor of the series comes from Hank as narrator shamelessly attempting to make himself seem more competent with hindsight than he really was, but the reader is rarely fooled. Despite his flaws Hank is deeply loyal to his family and the ranch community and usually rises to the occasion at the moment of true crisis.
Drover: Drover is a younger dog who lives on the ranch with Hank. Hank refers to him as his assistant, or as a "little mutt" when Hank is angry with him. Unlike Hank, Drover has no delusions of grandeur and enjoys spending most his time staying out of trouble and sleeping. In Book 17 Hank observes that while he is helping the cowboys with the cattle herding, Drover spends the afternoon chewing on an old horn, buries it, and then promptly forgets where it is buried. Hank considers this a waste of time. Drover also spends a great deal of time (16 hours a day according to Hank) sleeping. He is also unashamedly timid, and frequently avoids "the call of duty" by pretending to have a bad leg. Drover has a great deal of curiosity and often asks Hank obscure questions such as "Why does the moon rise in the evening and set in the morning." Hank rarely knows the answer to these questions but this doesn't stop him from providing ones. Drover often appears to have more common sense than Hank, which allows him to avoid getting into many of the same catastrophes Hank creates for himself.
Sally May: Sally May is the wife of High Loper and the mother of Little Alfred and little Molly. She is a housewife who enjoys parties and often serves as a civilizing check on her cowboy husband. She is often high-strung, particularly in "The Case of the Killer Stud Horse" and "The Phantom in the Mirror", when she has company coming over. Pete the Barn Cat is her favorite pet and she is affectionate towards both him and Drover. She dislikes Hank, however, and frequently gets angry at him for coming into her yard, her house or fighting with Pete. Her most common response when angered is to throw rocks at him. Despite this Hank often seems to think that Sally May secretly respects him. In reality, her feelings fluctuate between disgust and temporary respect as Hank usually follows up his shenanigans with an act of heroism.
High Loper: Owner of the ranch and Hank's master, High Loper is an old-fashioned cowboy who enjoys roping, riding and working his ranch. While Loper never wants to leave the ranch and is loath to go out of town, he is far from a workaholic, settling for shoddy workmanship on many of his projects and pawning the dirty work onto his ranch hand, Slim Chance. His more anti-social cowboy instincts have been tamed by his wife, who he loves. However, in some episodes he expresses nostalgia for the times when he was just a simple cowboy. In "Murder in the Middle Pasture" when Sally May is giving Slim a lecture on he will understand the importance of social events when he is married, Loper mouths the words "no you won't" behind her back. While Loper makes fun of Hank frequently and is often angry at him, he also relies on Hank to help with the cattle herding. In "Every Dog Has His Day" Hank saves Loper from some quicksand, proving his loyalty to his master.
Little Alfred: Loper and Sally May's oldest child. Little Alfred likes Hank and often participates in adventures with him. Some of these are harmless, though in "The Case of the Hooking Bull" Alfred deliberately tricks Hank into going into the dryer and then turning the machine on, showing he has a mischievous streak. Most of the story "Lost in the Dark Unchanted Forest" revolves around Hank's search for Alfred when he goes missing in the woods. In this story Alfred is shown to have the ability to talk to animals, although in others he does not appear to have this ability. It is revealed that the older a child gets, the more their ability to understand animals diminishes. Hank is very protective of Alfred and frequently risks his life to protect him, labeling it every cowdog's duty.
Pete the Barn Cat: Hank's primary antagonist on the ranch. Pete is Sally May's favorite pet and he frequently uses this to his advantage in his petty clashes with Hank. Pete is much more clever than Hank and usually manages to outwit him, although Hank usually perceives the events differently. Many of Hank's adventures are initiated by an embarrassing incident where he has been tricked by Pete. In "The Further Adventures of Hank the Cowdog", Hank's eyes go crossed after staring at a bloody nose he received by attacking a fried egg Pete obtained that was just behind Sally May's garden fence. In "The Curse of the Incredible Priceless Corncob", the entire story revolves around Hank's over-protectiveness towards a corncob Pete has tricked him into believing is worth a fortune. In "The Case of the Missing Cat" Hank eventually loses patience with Pete and tries to strand him on the plains, but has a change of heart and rescues him from the coyotes Rip and Snort. The two then lament the fact that by saving Pete's life Hank and Pete must be friends and stop fighting each other. At the end of the adventure, however, the two return to fighting over scraps, suggesting that they both secretly like their antagonistic relationship.
Slim Chance - A lazy-but-loyal cowboy and ranch hand that works for High Loper. It is unclear how long Slim has worked at the ranch, but despite several comments made about wanting to move to a bigger operation, he has never quit. He does most of the work on the ranch that Loper does not want, and occasionally gets forced into babysitting Little Alfred, for whom he has an affinity. Slim lives in a run down shack two miles from ranch headquarters, and maintains a filthy house. He frequently leaves old dishes, clothes, food, and livestock magazines lying around, therefore he has bad rodent problems which Hank must help him combat. He also hates cooking, which results in him maintaining a horrible diet and eating things that would disgust the average reader, like sardine and ketchup sandwiches. Although Slim loves to play pranks on Hank and poke fun at him, it is clear he has an affinity for both him and Drover, frequently asking them to come along with him on odd jobs.
Wallace and Junior - Two buzzards that Hank sometimes encounters. Wallace is an old buzzard, and Junior's father, and he is very harsh and mostly has negative relationships with others. Unlike Junior, Wallace is rarely kind to anyone and is constantly looking for things to eat. He doesn't seem to like Hank much, but sometimes acts decently towards him. Junior, Wallace's slow and clumsy son, is more timid than his father and has a stuttering problem. He loves his father but often makes Wallace angry by being cowardly, being friendly towards other animals (who Wallace says they should rather think about eating), and generally being bad at being a buzzard. Wallace also loathes Junior's love of singing.
Rip and Snort - Two coyote brothers who have a grudge against Hank. At one point in The Original Adventures Of Hank The Cowdog, however Hank, Rip, and Snort became friends. However, they are enemies in every other book. They are vicious and strong, but not very smart, and Hank manages to escape from sticky situations involving them by tricking them.
Scraunch - A vicious coyote near the top of the pack's pecking order, he maintains an intense hatred of Hank. He is the brother of Missy Coyote, to which Hank was once promised in marriage. He is smarter, tougher, and more grumpy than Rip and Snort.
Missy Coyote - A coyote who was, at one point promised to be Hank's mate, and thus join her family pack if Hank attacked the ranch and killed Drover. Hank ultimately refused to do so, showing that he is loyal to the ranch inhabitants, and loyal to Drover as a good friend. Hank seems to share Missy's feelings and though he doesn't like coyotes it seemed that at one point he seriously considered joining Missy's pack. Missy was origianally named, "Girl-Who-Drink-Blood", but Hank disliked the name, instead calling her Missy Coyote.
Beulah- Beulah is a collie who resides on a local ranch, and with whom Hank is madly in love. He is constantly trying to impress her, which usually results in his making a fool of himself instead. Beulah lives on her ranch with her boyfriend Plato, a birddog who Hank despises. Although she likes Hank as a friend, she does not return his love, and tries to let him down easy for fear of hurting his feelings. Despite this, Hank continues to be convinced Beulah is in love with him, and would express it if it weren't for Plato.
Plato - Plato is a polite bird dog who likes Hank despite Hank's obvious disdain for him. He is in love with Beulah and seems not to notice or care that Hank is constantly trying to court her. He also seems to be oblivious to Hank's avarice towards him. He has only very minor roles, except in The Case of the Missing Bird Dog and The Quest of the Great White Quail, in which he got lost and Hank had to find him.
Madam Moonshine - Madam Moonshine is a witch owl who assists Hank on occasion. She has a bodyguard, a rattlesnake named Timothy, who lives in the same hole as her. When she does use her magic, it normally is very odd and may not have the desired results. For example, in Lost In the Unchanted Forest, she and Hank were tied upside-down to a tree branch, while Rip and Snort were planning to eat them below. She recited a spell to make them stop, but, because they were upside-down, it just made them sing their song backwards.
Ralph - Ralph is a basset hound who lives in the local dog pound. His owner works at the pound and just puts him in whichever kennel is currently available. He has a fairly uneventful life, except when his owner lets him out as happens in The Fling.
Eddy the Rac - Eddy is a raccoon who occasionally shows up and causes trouble. He was orphaned as a baby and Slim took care of him for a while in Moonlight Madness. He causes Hank to be confused every time he appears, from posing as monsters/aliens to convincingly telling Hank a variety of tall-tales. Everytime Slim puts Eddy in a cage, Eddy convinces Hank to let him out and enter the cage himself, at which point Eddy locks him in. Despite this, Hank continues to be fooled and does not particularly like Eddy.He has also been in other books in series.


I think they are really funny:-)  I hope you will look the books up sometime!

Your fellow Bookworm,
Maddie

Friday, June 22, 2012

An award???

Hello!

I just found out that I was awarded a "Your Blog Is Great" award by Willow!!!!  Thank you Willow!





Now I'm suposed to pick 5 people to award!!!

Willow of "In the Words of Willow"
(I know....  She awarded me)
Delaleny of "Got Freckles"
MajorAGfan of "Cuteness"
Jenny of "Artsy Peacock"
and
Kathryn of "Chatty Kathy"



THE RULES:
1. Put a link to who gave you the award.
2. Put the award on your post.
3. Choose 5 blogs to receive the award.
4. Let them know you awarded them.
5. Make sure to post this set of rules in your post!

Have fun with awarding your friends!!!
Love,
Maddie

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

The Diary of Anne Frank~

Hello!

I have just finished The Diary of Anne Frank! 
If you don't know anything about her here is a mini bio'.

Anne Frank's diary was very moving.  As I keep a diary, I know how she felt about "Kitty" (she named her diary).  She was a total girl.  She liked to have friends to share secrets with, she dreamed of true love, she loved movie stars, and dressing up. 

Most people don't know she died of Typhus or Typhoid fever.  Two months before her 16th birthday...  

I hope you read this very moving document.  Anne wrote in her diary,"I hope to go on living even after my death."  And her wish has come true. 

Yours,
Constence

Thursday, May 3, 2012

Book Ideas!

Hey!

Here are some book ideas!  *Note: You may have already read some of these*

Mystery:  Nancy Drew by Carolyn Keene, Hardy Boys by Franklin W. Dixon, and American Girl Mysterys by Various authors.  I need to find some other good mysterys!

Adventure:  *The Hobbit and The Fellowship of the Ring by J.R.R. Tolkien, The Chronicals of Narnia by C.S. Lewis, any books by author Lloyd Alexander.  I've got an aunt who I need to ask about more good adventures!

Historical Fiction:  I highly recomend the Dear America, and My America series by various authors, there are also Girls of many Lands, and the Prarie River series, there is also the Royal Diary series.  One of my favorite authors is Kristiana Gregory, I love all her books!  I think you would like her books!

Classics:  Little Women, Little Men, Jo's Boys by author Louisa May Alcott, Emily Byrrd Star series and Anne Shirley series by L. M. Montgomery, and all books by Jane Austen.

Science Fiction:  Star Wars is a sci-fi story line.  C.S. Lewis also wrote a couple sci-fi books that I am looking at reading.

Well, here are some books I recomend!

If you know of any good books please leave the name of the book and the name of the author in a comment!

 Love,
Constence

*These books may not be suitable for some readers. Please ask permision from an adult before reading!*

Monday, April 30, 2012

HELLO!!!

Hello!
Do you like to read?  Or do you love to read?
I LOVE to read:-)  But I can't always find good books.  I know there are lots of teens, like me, who don't know if the book every one is talking about is inappropriate or if it's just plain bad.  So I decided to try and help.  I know books that are good, classic, interesting, and educational. 

Before I start to bombard you with book titles and authors, what is your reading style?  Do you like Science fiction?  Historical fiction?  Classic stories?  Fairy-Tales?  Mysteries?  Adventures? 

Comment and tell me what kind of storyline you like and I'll do my best to show results:-)

Sound good?

I hope you enjoy following me!

Your Fellow Bookworm,
Constence Amelia Stowe