A Riddle

Now, Clare answered my last one I just realised, I believe it was time. Hmm, now as for a new one...

Take it and you will lose or gain more than all others.

What is it?

I wish everyone luck! I got this one right straight away.

Also, I hope you are all excited for someone's birthday! I wonder if you can guess whose...

Path Through the Trees

Well, lots happening. I'm now writing another book too. It doesn't have a title, but it has a planned story line, with a twist that caught ME off guard. I had a dream about it and then, my story line changed drastically. But I'll save that for another time. Now to Path Through the Trees!

The Path Through the Trees

When the sun dawned early morn,

Twas time for many farewells,

As Lyd went through the town,

And Annette left for perils.

I need to help with dinner, so that's all for now.

Bye!

Path Through the Trees, Kind of...

If you are wondering about the title stop wondering. You will see what I mean in a moment!

The Path Through the Trees

A thief from Molasala,

And an orphan from Cosraen.

Unlikely to be friends,

Until the slave traders came.

Lydia, her parents died,

 In a shipwreck tragedy.

She didn't understand,

At the tender age of three.

Annette, her parents died too,

Died for the Emperor.

She was left with only,

Her twin sister, Ravanor.

Lydia left for a stroll,

She also looked for a deer,

But when she sighted one,

Screams had filled her heart with fear.

Running down the mountain,

She was fearing for the worst,

And saw her kind Uncle

Hurt, so she jumped in headfirst.

Her dear Uncle was killed,

Twas for Lydia he bled.

Poor Lyd had a breakdown,

And then was hit on her head

It wasn't much earlier,

When Annette climbed a stone wall,

But then she was startled,

And had a very long fall.

Now as a future slave,

She came up with a good plan,

She would escape this ship,

Before one could yell out 'Ann!'

In theory her plan was great,

But as she had been disarmed,

She couldn't really fight.

And by her tongue they weren't charmed.

Lyd was tossed on the slave ship,

Twas the same one as Annette,

Hence they met each other,

So then their friendship was set.

Annette had had just enough,

Once they reached Denilvel,

And in all foolishness,

Twas then she chose to rebel.

Even though she tried her best,

She had her limitations,

Yet though the fight was close,

She feared the palpitations.

But Lydia chose to think,

And achieved much more success,

Than Annette's so called plan,

Therefore Lydia could rest.

Alone Lyd took done two guards

Then slipped into the darkness,

To the countryside, 

And hid from all eye's sharpness.

Once more she began plotting

This time, this time how to free Annette,

But she needed weapons,

On that goal she was dead set.

She slipped into the cover,

Of the ship for the first time,

And then she slipped aboard,

And found her weapons, 'mongst slime!

When Lydia looked to find

The Ajonnhe thief with'out pains

She chose pick the lock

Not randomly hack at chains

Quite soon Lydia realised,

The thief was not a feather,

So as to break her out,

The guard she had to tether.

When she made it to the camp,

She briefly became a nurse,

She left the slash alone,

As to not make it much worse.

When the girl did come around,

Annette said 'Iya Sahkan'

As Lyd was no linguist,

And she didn't understand.

Annette realised her mistake,

By the eyebrow that was raised.

She quickly changed her speech,

But she was not at all fazed.

Lydia, upon request

Rescued Annette's many knives,

Along with her longbow,

With arrows in twos and fives.

Later while they were were walking

Lyd felt the urge to go hunt

She borrowed Annette's bow

And the arrows that weren't blunt.

Soon, she found some guinea fowl,

They were roosting, looked like fluff,

When she loosed her first shot,

She realised she had no cuff.

As the bowstring slapped her arm,

She let out a startled yelp,

And in her fury killed,

Her prey with a rock, no help.

Upon her return to camp,

She plucked the paltry poultry.

Annette, after a walk,

Came and said, "Shoulda told me!"

They journeyed up the river,

And Annette questioned a man.

And gained a great result,

She had obtained a road plan!

Heading to a nearby town,
They played games with a crossbow,
And therefore saved Annette,
Therefore caused herself great woe.

For Annette, she liked to talk
And, yes, she did talk a lot.
And when they reached an inn,
She quickly paid for a cot.

A Bedtime Book Tag

Oh... a tag, again.
I guess I should do it, just to prove Jane wrong. 
Here we go, although books are good, I may manage!

1. A book that kept you up all night.

Wow, I guess Shadowmancer kept me up most of the night. Good book, nerve racking, but good. Some nights I stayed up till pretty late with the King Raven Trilogy. Hmm, I fell asleep reading on Sunday and then woke up at 5:00 pm and got ready for school thinking that it was Monday!


2. A book that made you scared to sleep.

Hunter Brown. No doubt there. Even now I have nightmares about it, and I only got 57 pages in!

3. A book that made you go to sleep.

I fell asleep when reading Famous Five Get into a Fix once. It was a good book, but I can recite most of it. Maybe I was a bit to addicted to them when I was younger...

4. A book that left you tossing and turning all night in anticipation of its release.

Brotherband- John Flanagan
Copper Gauntlet- Cassandra Clare/ Holly Black
Tournament of Gorlan- John Flanagan
Red Queen- Isabelle Carmody
And a lot of others.

5. A book that has your favorite boy/girl relationship.

Hmm, Blessed Child? Subtle, but there.

6. A book that would be your worst nightmare to live in.

Um... a lot of books. How about A Series of Unfortunate Events? That would be bad. REALLY bad.

7. A book that reminds you of night-time.

Ensnared. Great book. Cut the romance that took over the book half way though and it would have been perfect. I got bored in the romance, because it wasn't well written, and who ends a book with two main characters dying, the villain winning, and the heroine going mad?

8. A book that had a nightmarish cliffhanger.

Ranger Apprentice  The Burning Bridge, The Ice Bound Land, The Sorcerer of the North. The Kingdom series by Chuck Black is another one....

9. A book you actually dreamed about.

Lord of the Rings, Rangers Apprentice, Brotherband, The Path Through the Trees, The Hobbit, Cat in the Hat... a lot of different ones. I dream about books a lot and sleep talk about them.

10. A book monster you wouldn't want to find under your bed. 

I agree with Jane. None. But, I guess a Kalkara would be petrifying... so would a Basilisk ... and any other monster!

Hmm I don't know who to tag. Hey! Anyone who wants to do this, you are tagged!

Riddle 7

RANDOM QUESTION! Does anyone know what the theme of the Lord of The Rings is called?

Now... to riddles!

 I will wear you down, yet you will mourn for me once I fly.

You can kill me, but I will never die.

Now I ask the question key, what am I?

Easy enough.

Good luck!

The Path Through The Trees

Hello! Guess what? It's RAINING!
Now, poetry.

The Path Through The Trees

Upon her return to camp,

She plucked the paltry poultry.

Annette, after a walk,

Came and said, "Shoulda told me!"

They journeyed up the river,

And Annette questioned a man.

And gained a great result,

She had obtained a road plan!

He he... sorry for the failure in poetry. It could have been worse. Look at the comment!

Riddle 6

Hey! I just realised that you worked out the last riddle. Congratulations! I should have given a prize for that. How about a nice, easy one this time!

What do you cut, lay upon the table, but do not eat?

That should be easy... and you probably already know it. Oh well, good luck!

The Path Through the Trees, and it may pass as poetry!

I've had a few people inform me that John Flanagan's poetry sounds beautiful next to mine. I dearly hope that that was an exaggeration. But I thought that I'd actually try to sound as poetic as Annette does in the actual book. So here we go.

The Path Through the Trees

Lydia, upon request

Rescued Annette's many knives,

Along with her longbow,

With arrows in twos and fives.

Later while they were were walking

Lyd felt the urge to go hunt

She borrowed Annette's bow

And the arrows that weren't blunt.

Soon, she found some guinea fowl,

They were roosting, looked like fluff,

When she loosed her first shot,

She realised she had no cuff.

As the bowstring slapped her arm,

She let out a startled yelp,

And in her fury killed,

Her prey with a rock, no help.

I hope this worked!

Good bye!

A Piano Scholarship

For all of those who don't know, I play piano. As you have probably guessed by the title, (if you read it that is, I never do!) I'm going for a scholarship as my insane music teacher who is famous for losing his keys and spelling my name in a few too many ways(jesy jessy, jessi, jesse, jes, jess, jessie, jez, jesika, jesica, jesseca, jessica.) is moving to Armidale to teach there. The pieces I'm playing are of his choice; T-Rex Hungry by Sonny Chua, and Poseidon's Throne by John Robert Poe. I'm deciding between learning two pieces at the moment, so I'd like your opinion between these two, please tell me by commenting. 'The Heart Asks Pleasure First' or 'The Lord of the Rings Theme' a the two that I have to decide between. As I have been frantically practicing this multitude of pieces, I have had little time to keep updating my blog. I sincerely apologise.

Good bye for now! (But not for long, I hope.)

The Path Through the trees, late again.

Once more, sorry I'm late! I'll jump right to it.

The Path Through the Trees

 

When the girl did come around,

Annette said 'Iya Sahkan'

As Lyd was no linguist,

She didn't understand.

 

Annette realised her mistake,

By the eyebrow that was raised.

She quickly changed her speech,

But she was not at all fazed.

 

 

I'm afraid that's all for now. As for Sahkan, and Understand, well they assonate. 

 



The Path Through the Trees 7

Anyone want some adorable silky chicks for 10 dollars? I've been selling them so if you want some tell me by commenting on this post and I'll see if we can get them to you.
Now, to poetry.... where was I, oh, Lydia's slimy weapons. Lets begin!

The Path Through the Trees

 

When Lydia looked to find

The Ajonnhe thief with'out pains

She chose pick the lock

Not randomly hack at chains

 

Quite soon Lydia realised,

The thief was not a feather,

So as to break her out,

The guard she had to tether.

 

When she made it to the camp,

She briefly became a nurse,

She left the slash alone,

As to not make it much worse.

 

I hope I've done okay this time. It passes, I think. Jane, randomly hacking chains is in now.



A VERY Late Path Through the Trees 6

     
        Sorry I've been so long! I hopefully will not make you wait for that long again. As long as I don't end up with a heap of exams I won't...hopefully. I guess I'll jump right to it now!

 

The Path Through The Trees

 

Alone Lyd took done two guards

Then slipped into the darkness,

To the countryside, 

And hid from all eye's sharpness.

 

Once more she began plotting

This time, this time how to free Annette,

But she needed weapons,

On that goal she was dead set.

 

She slipped into the cover,

Of the ship for the first time,

And then she slipped aboard,

And found her weapons, 'mongst slime!

 

      

       Well... I hope that passes. Um, sorry about Lydia's slimy weapons, but I had a mental blank. Also, I hope that Jane noticed the word 'slipped'. I did it just for you! Oh well, I could have said 'sip' instead of 'ship'... soon I'll add 'slugging over shoulders' and 'gently heaving'! :)



A Tag, I guess...

Hmm, I appear to have been tagged. I finally found the thing I was supposed to find and then came to a problem... what were the riddles and what were the rules? The riddles seemed pretty straightforward but the rules confused me. I went to many for help in deciphering the rules. So, to complete one of the rules I thank Clare who kindly tagged me. Well, I'd best get started!


Rules:

• Copy and paste this image onto your post
• Copy and paste these rules onto your post
• Thank the person who tagged you
• Answer the 5 riddles that are provided by the lovely person who tagged you
• Tag 5 or more bloggers (tag backs are allowed) 
• Provide 5 different riddles in your post for the people you tagged
• Comment the link to your post on each blogger's blog
• After a week from when posting this tag, comment the answers to your riddles on your own post.

Here are the riddles that Clare kindly set for me to do. 

 Riddle one: I am with you at the beginning of all weekends
But am always gone on Monday
In all words, I always am
But never in only one of them.
And definitely not found in our world.

This one I got immediately. It confused my brother though!


Riddle two: Two spies want to get in an enemy's military base. In order to get in they have to give the correct countersign to the guard at the gate after he gives them the sign. So they wait hidden nearby the gate so that they will overhear the countersign from another soldier. 

One soldier comes and the guard gives the sign: "6".The soldier answers "3".The guard lets him pass. Another soldier comes. The guard says "12" and the soldier gives the answer "6".The guard lets him pass. So, the first spy goes at the gate and the guard asks says "10".The spy, sure that he knew the answer as he was, says "5". Immediately, the guard shoots him dead. 


Then the other spy, who saw that the other spy was killed when he gave the countersign, had now understood what the right answer would be, whatever the guard's sign was.So, he walks to the gate and the guard says "8".The spy gives the correct answer and the guard lets him in. What was the answer that the spy gave?

(This one is logic, not mathematical, so don't waste your time forming horrid math equations)

This one was a bit harder. Maths proved to be useless, but I worked out an answer in the end!


Riddle three: From house to house it goes,
A messenger small and slight
And whether it rains or snows
He sleeps outside at night

This one annoyed me. I unfortunately have two answers and I fear they may not be right.


Riddle four: Never was it one, but always three
Never was it three, but always one
Claiming boldly it would always be
Yet crying out it had never begun

This one I read through once. As you can see, it is Sunday, so the topic was fresh in my mind.

Riddle five: While exploring the wild highlands of Ireland, Robert was captured by goblins. Grumpy, the chief of the goblins told him he was allowed one final statement on which would hinge how he would die. If the statement he made was false, he would be boiled in water. If the statement were true, he would be fried in oil. Robert did not like either option, so he made a statement that forced the goblins to release him. What is the one statement he could make to save himself?

Deltora's Quest is good. But I'm afraid I found 3 answers that work.


Well, that's those riddles. Here's some of my own.

Riddle no. 1
My eyes do not see,
While I dig deep.
And in the eve when I rise,
I've no heart to beat.

Riddle no. 2
What does man love more than life,
Fear more than death,
Or mortal strife?
What do the poor have the rich require,
And all contented men desire?
What do misers spend and spend thrifts save,
And all men take with them to the grave?

Riddle no.3
A man that is not a man,
Throws a stone that is not a stone,
At an owl that is not an owl.
What is the scenario?

Riddle no. 4
Eskimos of the Artic are excellent hunters. They can catch almost anything, but they have never caught a penguin. Why?

Riddle no. 5
What herb cures all ailments?

So, my riddles complete. Now I must somehow tag 5 others in this... I don't know that many people really. So I shall tag: Clare Clare's Spot
                                                       Jane The Misty Mountains
                                                       The Internet Ajsldfj
                                                       David Missing
                                                       And Any Bloggers Who Are Interested Blogspot
This is hopefully good enough.

Riddle 5

Ok. Let's hope you're thinking well this time!

 

Seven ages we are born, captured for live and die.

Seven ages I will stay and watch the world through human eye.

Seven deaths I will endure, mortal and immortal behold.

Seven deaths of wasp and serpent; chance to decay, turn to mould.

 

 

I wish you great luck on this one! Although, it will make much more sense if you knew the answer, which I will not so readily inform you of.

Path Through the Trees 5

Sorry that it has been so long, but I've been quite busy with Operation Christmas Child preparation. I hope that these mere five stanza's will do!

 

 

The Path Through the trees

 

In theory her plan was great,

But as she had been disarmed,

She couldn't really fight.

And by her tongue they weren't charmed.

 

Lyd was tossed on the slave ship,

Twas the same one as Annette,

Hence they met each other,

So then their friendship was set.

 

Annette had had just enough,

Once they reached Denilvel,

And in all foolishness,

Twas then she chose to rebel.

 

Even though she tried her best,

She had her limitations,

Yet though the fight was close,

She feared the palpitations.

 

But Lydia chose to think,

And achieved much more success,

Than Annette's so called plan,

Therefor Lydia could rest.

 

By Jessica Penrose

 

 

By the way, does anyone know what  'pax vobiscum' means? And if you do know, please tell me.

 

 



Poem for a Not-So-Foolish Friend

Has anyone heard about Operation Christmas Child? It's an amazing organisation and I recommend looking into it . Click Here to find out more about them.

Anyway, awhile back I did a poem for a friend but, I've decided to change it. Well, here it is,

Miss Lucy

Miss Lucy is a friend of mine,

She lives in Gunnedah.

She has blue eyes and blond hair,

And has good manners.

Tis my friend, Miss Lucy,

She is a good friend.

Tis my friend, Miss Lucy,

A friend to the very end.

Miss Lucy, she doesn't bet,

And she's not Australian,

As of this she's no criminal,

For she comes from Britain.

Tis my friend, Miss Lucy,

She is a good friend.

Tis my friend, Miss Lucy,

A friend to the very end.

Miss Lucy, she's no criminal,

That's what I've heard tell.

She is tall, and reasonably young,

And has a good sense of smell.

Tis my friend, Miss Lucy,

She is a good friend.

Tis my friend, Miss Lucy,

A friend to the very end.

Miss Lucy is not the fighting type,

And often wears a jumper,

And unlike Halt, to cut her hair,

She goes to a hairdresser.

Tis my friend, Miss Lucy,

She is a good friend.

Tis my friend, Miss Lucy,

A friend to the very end.

A parody of Graybeard Halt

Parody of Old Joe Smoke

Parody of Old Joe Clark

Normally I refer to 'Miss Lucy' just as Lucy, but, for the purpose of the poem, Miss Lucy she is!

Riddle 4

I created this riddle yesterday, so I hope you don't work it out too soon.

What herb do you pick, peel, and eat?

Next Path Through the Trees

I don't normally give my characters nicknames by the way, they just happen to be handy in poetry.

 

 

The Path Through the Trees

 

It wasn't much earlier,

When Annette climbed a stone wall,

But then she was startled,

And had a very long fall.

 

Now as a future slave,

She came up with a good plan,

She would escape this ship,

Before one could yell out 'Ann!'

 



The Path Through the Trees Update

Sorry once more for being so late with this. I wrote this up this morning, so, sorry if it leaves a lot to be desired.

 

 

The Path Through the Trees 2

 

Lydia left for a hunt,

She was hunting for a deer,

But when she sighted one,

Smoke had filled her heart with fear.

 

Running down the mountain,

She was fearing for the worst,

And saw her kind Uncle

Hurt, so she jumped in headfirst.

 

Her dear Uncle was killed,

Twas for Lydia he bled.

Poor Lyd had a breakdown,

And then was hit on her head

By Jessica Penrose age 13

 

Hope this was good enough. Sorry if it wasn't.                                       

Riddle 3

Sorry I'm late. The Dillions who are a missionary family have been staying in our house with 5 kids and a screaming baby, this is the recipe for chaos.
Also, I guess the last riddle was a little too easy. So here is a slightly harder one.

I am taken from a mine, and shut up in a wooden case, from which I am never released and yet I am used by almost everybody. What am I?

Second Riddle

 

Well, as it appears that everyone knew that last riddle, I'd best move onto the next one. I won't give the answer to the one previously as I may use it if I am desperate once more. Here is one which I don't think I've told you!

 

 

In Jakarta in Indonesia, Mei's mother had five children; Januri, Februi, Maret, April and... What was the last child's name?

A Song Dream ( or nightmare)

 

Talk about a fear of technology! Sorry all, but I had a weird dream last night, so I wrote a song about it. Here it is!

 

This one's about a dream
I had last night
How a computer tracked me home
And stepped inside
 It put its foot inside the door
And gave a crooked smile
Something in its screen
Something in its mouse
Something in its keys
That made my skin crawl off

 It said, "I've seen you here before
I know your name.
You could have your pick
Of pretty things.
You could have it all
Everything at once.
Everything you've seen,
Everything you'll need,
Everything you've ever had in fantasies."


 I woke up from my dream
As a behind a screen
With a device I've never seen
With a golden sheen
I jumped up to my feet
It asked me what was wrong
I began to scream
I don't think this is me
Is this just a dream
Or really happening?

 Technophobia!

Technophobia!
 I'm freaking out!
I'm freaking out!
This is my personal horrification.

 Technophobia. Technophobia

Computers everywhere.

 I looked outside the screen
At golden doors
Golden computer keys
With golden cords
As my reflection passed
I hated what I saw
My holographic eyes were dead
And a thought passed through my head
A heart that is made of wires can't really beat at all

I wanted to wake up again
Without a touch of computer in sight

 Technophobia!

Technophobia!
Life begins at the intersection.

 

I think this dream may have come to me due to scams, computers knowing to much about everything and my superstition of computers taking over the world. Sorry about the computers being so personified, but that's how I dreamt it. By the way, 'technophobia' is a real word for when you have a fear of technology.





Poetry for Jane

            This one is about the story that you received an exert from. My cousin, Jane, who paired with me,  has been writing it, recommended it as a poem theme. So, I've decided to deliver it slowly, a few stanzas per week until I reach the end. Sorry about there not being much on Lydia, but I honestly don't know much of what is going on in her side of the story. She's a most mysterious character at some points. If anyone could please recommend a title for this saga-like-poem, I would be highly grateful. I apologise in advance for the terrible rhyming in some areas, but, if you've read the sagas in John Flanagan's Brotherband series, you would not find this attempt of a poem too horrendous. Although, they had intentionally bad rhyming...

 

 

A thief from Molasala,

And an orphan from Cosraen.

Unlikely to be friends,

Until the slave traders came.

 

Lydia, her parents died,

 In a shipwreck tragedy.

She didn't understand,

At the tender age of three.

 

Annette, her parents died too,

Died for the Emperor.

She was left with only,

Her twin sister, Ravanor.

 

 

I never realised how sad this book starts before. It should cheer up a bit soon. Mayhap not within the next two verses but it will be brighter eventually, not much though. Its original name was The Story of Trials for a reason.



First Riddle

I will attempt to give a riddle per  week. If you think you know it, say so. If the week ends and no-one has worked it out, I'll give a hint.


We are five everyday items of a sort, and you will find us in a tennis court.

Forced Inspiration.

For a Foolish Friend

 

 

I've been told to write a poem,

And that I've had some Inspiration,

To write about a friend within three days!

I don't grant such a request often,

But I had determination,

To make her amazed.

 

So...

 

L- lucky she may call her-self but     

U- unlucky is she to have poetry that 

C- causes me to wince for it's so bad.

Y- yes! the poem is done at last!!!!!!!

 

 

Unfortunately by Jessica Penrose age 13



Poetry for Clare

 

 

The Snail's Life

 

Time to venture from beneath the rock,

Out to the great unknown.

The door behind me I must lock,

And upon my back, I'll carry my home.

 

Tall trees of waving grass,

Bending, sweeping over me.

My destination I reach at last,

I am filled with new energy.

 

But, O woe, my trail I hate,

Silver, winding 'mongst the green.

They saw it and left some bait,

Horrid Gardeners, they're so mean. 

 

But far worse is the sound of laughter,

And the words,  "Mummy, I'll make Snail Stew!"

I try to escape, but their hands are faster,

Now I am, but snail goo.

 



 

By Jessica Penrose age 13

 

 

 

 

PLEASE NOTE: I am not actually a snail.

 

ALSO NOTE: A friend requested that the valiant snail's name was Bob, so it is.

Sneak Peak into a Story

             How has it been so far? This will be a little different. I've got a paragraph from  an book I've been working on with my cousin. What do you think of it? I'm open to criticism, advice, and comments! As long as it's Inspiring!


             I have come to a quaint path, winding through the trees of chartreuse and ochre. The path is a pale crimson due to the fleeting light cast from the setting of the smoke-shrouded sun. The light through the great, canopy of trees, shines, making all that is dull, emerald. Dotted atop of the sea of grass, are beautiful flowers.  Violets, lilacs, all mixed amongst the many shades of amber, scarlet, heliotrope and turquoise. An azure stream, intermingled with navy, babbles past me, disappearing into the eldritch tunnel that I have just emerged from.

From The Path Through the Trees by Jessica Penrose

           So, what do you think? My cousin and I are writing the story from different character's views. This section is mostly me, but she has often Inspired me.

           


           

Poetry

 

 

 

Trust

 

 

A gift of great value,

A gift of love,

A gift of acceptance,

To be used from above.

 

It's a step to be binded,

 By all but blood,

It's a key to remind us

To give and to love

 

So, give me you're trust,

And I'll give mine to you,

Now you need not to worry,

Cause I'll see you through.

 

Keep on remembering,

'Cause I'm with you,

Yeah, keep on remembering

'Cause my trust is true.

 

Trust

 

By Jessica Penrose age 13 



Poetry

The Brumbies

 

If it is adventure that you seek,

Then turn your gaze to the mountain peek.

There they are, wild and free,

The herd of the famous brumbies.

 

Galloping through water and snow,

On and on and on they go!

Tireless, unlimited, they shall not die,

As over the mountain ranges they fly.

 

Whinnying to each other, they seem to sing,

Now calling to the Stallion, who is their King.

The beauty of them seems to linger,

Throughout the bush and in all its timber.

 

If I was off this road I'm on,

How I would dance beneath the sun!

I'd be somewhere, where I could run free,

I'd love to run, with the wild brumbies.

 

 

By Jessica Penrose age 13