Short Story / Hazel's Horrible Day

I've been wanting to show you guys some of my stories I make for Latin. Hope you like.

 

Hazel’s Horrible Day

Hazel playfully messed with the piece of her hum like playing with plato. She madly thought of all the unfair happenings of the day. After waiting for her fiery burritos at McDonald’s for almost an hour she hurried over to her social class. She opened the giant door only see nobody. She quickly realized they relocated fir the day. As she offered a mundane excuse for being late with all the ladies they just looked at her like she was a barbarian. Hazel was having thoughts about dissociating with the social group. The only reason Hazel joined the group was to break her antisocial self, but they made her not want to talk. Like the day when Hazel was just telling them about her day when they started jumping on her about practicing her pronunciation. So she drove back to home. Only things got worse when she turned on the tv only to find her favorite president. Goulding. She hated Goulding. She was so stressed. So Hazel turned into the only thing that could make her happy. She opened her pantry to find her fiery burritos. Only to find none.

 

THE END

Create your masterpiece;)

Couple days ago me and my family took our stuff to St. Louis for a homeschool conference there. We were very excited abut being motivated and seeing many Christian families just like us. Turns out we got to meet Sarah's biology author, our history author, and our writing class author. There were many lectures about goals, writing, geniuses, art, memorization, history, and much more. Today I'm going to talk about art. How we can encourage ourselves in art and working hard.

Many of my relatives and siblings know I'm probably the creative and artsy one around our house. I love to draw and doodle. My brother loves drawing to although he is not always comforted when drawing because he gets a little mad when he messes up or doesn't like his piece. It usual. One reason some people might give up on art and not like art is because they aren't very positive about there piece. First let's talk a little about art first.

Art really has a one word meaning. Create! It's not create the books example neither create what your teach made. It's you create you masterpiece. Often we compare ourselves to the teachers painting or the books drawing but really we have to realize that's not our piece. That's theirs. The one your making is yours. It's going to be different. We are different!

One of the best places to get inspiration and encouragement for you masterpiece or anything is go outside. The tree that stands outside with it's beautiful big leafs is a masterpiece. It's God's masterpiece. It's awesome to go outside and see that beautiful and amazing masterpiece outside and to know that GOD MADE IT ALL!!! He is the creator of everything! Even you! Wow!

 

Some people give up because they don't like their piece. It's not good enough to them. I'm constantly telling my brother that as long as you have fun and work hard whatever you made is a MASTERPIECE! Work hard and never give up! You'll never ever make a beautiful masterpiece until you try. You have to try try try again. (Isn't that a song)

 

Even if it's drawing on a coloring book to trying to copy Leonardo da Vinci's famous painting. DO IT! Create your masterpiece! Be you while your at it too!

 

 

Peace and Love,

                 Bernie;P

Foreign Part #4

Ello! I realized I haven't updated my story in a long time so here you go!

“But Father, I-I surely didn’t mean too. Oh please let me go.” Foreign exclaimed to her Father.

Unknown didn’t think Foreign should go outside at all today. He knew it was her fifth birthday. When Popular told the nasty curse he said she would have a sudden urge to go out in the woods. Unknown was hard to explaining to Foreign because he’d never told Foreign about the curse.

“I’m sorry Foreign but you can’t. I can’t let you go.”

“I’m not going Daddy! Screamed Foreign helplessly, I will be okay. I wish you would stop being so protective sometimes!”

“STOP! I shall hear not one noise come out of your mouth for the rest of the night. Please Foreign it’s for you good. Now go to your room. Don’t escape either. We are having a ball tonight so please don’t be playing around the castle. I’m sorry.”

So just like Unknown told Foreign she couldn’t talk to him that whole night. Instead of having a splendid feast and a magnificent tango Foreign lodged helplessly she pitied over not being there by the gleaming stars. As she heard the finest noise of the happiest king and queen greeting everyone with great cheer Foreign greeted the feelings of sadness and loneliness. Though in a split second her sadness suddenly sprang down and her happiness suddenly jumped right in when she saw a quite rhythmic knock on door.

“Foreign, would you please open the door. Oh Foreign sometimes you selfish. Now, open your door for your friend.”

“Why should I, exclaimed Foreign, Okay fine!”

In came Foreign’s dear friend, maid, and very important servant in the castle. She had long dark blond hair with a beautiful dress only rugged and worn out. She had a pretty blue bonnet wrapped around her head with a big smile like she just saw her Dad who she hadn’t seen in a while. Her name was Clarisse. Clarisse’s father and mother died when she was just twelve years old in a dreadful earthquake. Surprisingly, Clarisse survived. Though she almost died in her heart seeing the tragic death of her dear parents. After that she weakly traveled around not knowing any idea of where she was going or if she was going to be going soon. For she hadn’t had food in many years and was very frightened. When she weakly begged right by Unknown and Unaware’s castle footstep they finally invited her in to be a servant.

Now while Foreign was young she had to have a person almost like a nanny taking care of her like a Mother while their parents were busy. Clarisse, though young, asked very pleadingly to become her nanny while juggling being a servant too. It was surely hard though she was completely certain that it was very much worth it to have a special relationship with another girl. Clarisse had a hard life when she was young. She was also an elf. Clarisse told breathtaking stories about things she saw and things she experienced while living life as an elf. Though it was always miserable when Clarisse had to mention her Father and Mother dying at age twelve. However, she in spite of everything found herself close to death on many thrilling excitements. Over all these stories Foreign learned what a bow was and how to fight with a dagger. Foreign admired Clarisse because of her sensational knowledge in fighting.

Though Foreign thought she knew everything in the world her parents didn’t. They worried over her and deeply encouraged Foreign to be a princess not fighter. Foreign didn’t listen though. She fought with no regret. Clarisse highly supported Foreign into listening to her Father and Mother. Foreign very much agreed and she knew they knew everything for her best, but she also knew they urged her to do what she loved. Though her parents were scared of her getting hurt they encouraged her and thanked Clarisse. Clarisse was very fortunate to have the exceeding love with the Queen and King and Foreign.

 

Please comment for improvements or comments! Thanks!

 

Peace and Love,

                          Bernie;P

 

MY STORY FOR YA'LL!!!

ELLO PEOPLES! Here is my story. If you like it please comment and tell me if you do. If you have an suggestions PLEASE tell me! HOPE YOU LIKE IT!

   Some time ago there was a village. The town was called Anonymous. Their king was named Unknown and the queen was named Unaware.  They had one daughter named Foreign who they were very proud of. She was a beautiful and kind young girl, but had a terrible curse. Foreign wasn’t scared of anything. Literally. Nothing frightened her when she went to sleep when she wondered around in the woods or even when a nasty bug started crawling on her shoulder. Though she didn’t know this curse. Her parents tried to not tell her. Foreign was a very curious girl so sometimes she would curiously ask why her Mother would be so scared of a bug because she simply never experienced that. She nearly forced her Father to teach her to fight for herself and hold a dagger like she could hold a spoon. Fighting, her Father worried a lot about her. He never knew when one day her curiosity could take her anywhere like far away from him. This was Unknown and Unaware first and only child so they wanted to protect her as much as they could. Although Foreign wanted to fight and travel around more she understood and lived life like a happy little bird.

    Now you might think Unknown, Unaware, and Foreign had a perfect life, but that didn’t work around their house, or castle I suppose.  Unknown had a brother. They loved each other and did everything together. Her Mother always smiled when she saw them playing together, eating together, talking, walking, studying, everything they did together! Life was wonderful and joyous! They never fought they never had a disagreement. Unknown was the youngest and Popular was about two years older than him, but the age separation didn’t matter to them.

   When both of them got older including their Father and Mother something tragic happened. Unknown and Popular’s father was growing old and weak. Laying down in his bedside, he spoke to Popular asking him to be the king once he died. Poplar couldn’t believe. The wealth, the fame, and the love he would get if he was king. He happily accepted, but did not mention it to his brother for he knew he’d get jealous and mad at his brother. That night when their whole family gathered together to celebrate and mourn over Unknown and Popular’s fathers life they finally had to say goodbye. As their Mother cried and almost died herself Popular drowned in his wealth and didn’t even care about his Mother, brother, Dad, or anybody but him. Unknown wept not only because of his Father’s death but because of his brother. For he was not jealous. He sorrowed because of his vain character. Unknown never knew Popular as who he was now. For four more years he lived with his vain brother and his sorrowful Mother. When he turned nineteen years old he said farewell and fled to live a better life and indeed he did.

    Unknown never would have never dreamed of becoming a king. He in fact was scared and didn’t want to. When Unknown went on this journey at age nineteen he met a very old man. His name was Cornelius the fourth. Cornelius told Unknown about how he was a king and drowned in his wealth just like Popular. His wife and his two daughters hated him. Well, they loved him, but hated his pride. They finally decided to flee away from Cornelius and find another life. They wouldn’t be as wealthy. They would be sorry and regretful sometimes but they just hoped he would call them back and learn his lesson. That’s what he did. He learned that his fame and wealth never even compared to the relationship with his family. After that he gave the throne to someone else and lived a different life. A life he hadn’t lived before. Ten years later his wife and daughters all died because of a serious and dreadful famine. Cornelius wept and wept until he almost died. Though he still lives but not in the most happy way. He lived in pain.

 

Now Cornelius was growing old and he knew any day he could die. So, on his last night of life he asked Unknown something. Something very important. Like life changing important. Unknown came gladly and asked him what was wrong.

"I'm growing old and weary. I can not fight anymore. Would you take the throne?"

I- I don't know. I don't want to make a mistake like my brother," Unknown proclaimed desperately.

"Whatever you do, Cornelius said very quietly, do better than I did."

After that he quickly died. Unknown wept at his feet and regretted what he said. He wished he could of said more encouraging words. Though he knew Cornelius wouldn't want him to weep more. So, he and his wife become King and Queen of Anonymous. Now this was before they had their first child. When the time had come Unaware had her first child and they named her Foreign. 

 

HOPE YOU LIKE! 

 

Peace and Love.

                        Bernie;P