All Hallows Eve

When I have watched a scary movie and am lying in bed thinking about it and trying to go to sleep.
I think to myself: "it was just a movie, it was not real".
Sometimes it works and I am able to sleep, but other times it does not work and I spend the night huddled up in my covers whimpering silently through out the night.
I know that some people out there enjoy those kind of films but I really do not see the purpose of being scared out of your pants.
Halloween was originally known as all Hallows Eve and it was a day when supposedly the Vail that separated the heavens from earth was very very thin and that supposedly made it possible for the creatures of Hell and so forth could walk among the living.
The day after Halloween was called Saints Day and I have no idea what was supposed to happen on that particular day.
But when did candy and ghosts and vampires and werewolves and ghouls and all those other hideous creatures come in to the story?.
I could never understand that.
People all around the world have the best time scaring people on Halloween and even though it doesn't make any sense why they do it, or why they enjoy it so much, it is their choice what to do on that confusing day: October 31st.

Happy Halloween!   

Is It Real?

Santa Claus.
What are the things that pop into your mind when you hear the name: Santa Claus?
Maybe you think of happy children bouncing up and down with joy at all the presents he brought.
Or maybe you think of how you heard sleigh bells on the roof on Christmas day.
Or maybe you think of nothing at all because Santa does not exist.
But he has always existed in the minds and hearts of the little children.
Yesterday in Sunday school, my teacher said: "When little children hear the name Santa Claus they become instantly happy".
And do you know why the become sooo happy?
Its because "Santa" brings them presents and candy and and toys and books and games and other things that eventually break.
But don't you think that the Devil is trying to get the minds and devotion of those little innocent children by the things that they most believe in and hope for.
And what do you think that is.
Yes, you are correct. Candy and presents and toys.
Why do the children leave milk and cookies for "Santa" anyway.
And why do they make Christmas lists for "Santa" to read when he comes.
And why are they extra good for "Santa".
All this comes down to two powerful dangerous things: earthly belongings.
Those of you who do not know what these are. These are the things that you have wanted, want or have gotten in your earthly life.
Everything that you receive from the stores and the malls and the street sellers are earthly things that we gain.
But when we die every earthly object that we have gained will stay on earth.

This is an original poem by me.

I am on the brink of falling.
Falling into the dark hole of death and decay.
I can see the evil creatures crawling up the sides of the
empty carcass that was once my mind.
A sentence keeps flashing in my mind:
Its always darkest before the dawn
its always darkest before the dawn.
I don't know what it means but I find
comfort in it anyway.
A light in the miserable world that is
engulfing my body.

I think that if we cling on to earthly things in this life we will only find absolutely nothing to show for it.





 

Think a little harder

The other day, my brother was talking about votes for children and he was saying that since men and women got to vote then children deserve the right to vote. My sister soon put him to rights telling him that children grow up to be men and women and that it wouldn't make any sense whatsoever if they would be able to vote.
I was thinking about what my brother said about it and it really didn't make any sense if we got to vote because then sooner or later babies would probably be ending up voting and it would be a huge mess.
Whenever I think of a story I only think of the very beginning and when I start to write the story it ends up lying on my shelf forgotten and useless.
Sometimes people are treated like that and it really isn't right.
Its like a guy, who loves acting and he goes to Hollywood and gets himself a job and eventually works his way up to be a really great actor and a famous guy who everybody loves.
Then another actor comes up to bat and the recent actor is forgotten and is put away in some old forgotten studio doing lame pictures and is miserable for the rest of his life.
Sometimes its not like that and the two actors do amazing wonderful awesome pictures together and are happy for the rest of their lives.
But if the second actor and the first one had thought about it and maybe tried a movie or two together they probably would have done the second alternative.
Maybe all of us in the world could try to think things through a little more we could end up happier and more capable to be successful.

Criticism

I live in a very large family.
There is Fourteen people, and I am the ninth child.
Being a small and young person, I have had to deal with lots of criticism given to me by my older brothers and sisters. But being in a big family, criticism is one of the things that you will have to live with.
When my siblings criticize me, I always seem to get angry and annoyed with them. then I tell them to either go away or leave me alone to pout in peace. Then my Mother comes to me and says that criticism is apart of being wonderful. When people criticize you then that means that they are impressed by your talent and they want you to do even better.
When she told me this over and over and over, I finally got the hint and it has gotten better for me.
 

Chapter 2

Chester and Diane were racing across the table for their lives and they did not stop until they had reached the edge and they quietly scurried down the table leg and ran across the floor looking for the hole in the floor that led into the area where the chess pieces lived.
They reached it just in time. Mr Stowal was stomping around the room looking for something and his footfalls were shaking the whole floor!.
They went into the hole and climbed down the ladder that was posted there by the imperial troops that marched across there everyday.
Luckily, no one was there and Chester and Diane made it safely past the entrance.
Their hearts were pounding and the blood pumped in their veins as they raced to the place where they knew they would be heard and understood.
Chester's best friend was a rook whose name was David, and Chester knew that he would believe him when he told David about the awful things that were going to happen in a very short time.
They reached the guard house where David lived and Chester went up to the door and knocked loudly.
The door opened to reveal a man with dark wavy hair and soft grey eyes that were like mist.
He wore a black leather tunic, a black shirt, long black leggings and tall boots that were also black.
On his waist he had a small dagger.
When he saw Chester he grinned from ear to ear and his two dimples on both cheeks seemed to laugh out loud.
"Chester!" said David joyously
"David" said Chester in a serious voice.
"we need to talk to you. now"
David opened his mouth as if to say something but quickly shut it when he saw Diane looking at him intently.
"you had better come in then" said David
"the rest of the guys had to go on patrol, so I have the bunk house to myself"
"David" said Chester
"We found something out today and we need your help....."
Chester sat down and told David everything that he and Diane had found out and David listened to the whole story.
When Chester finished, he stood up and looked thoughtful for a moment. Then he said  "I think I know what to do"

Continuation

This is a continuation of the previous chapter one.

I know what happens now.

OK.
After Chester had heard the disturbing news he ran to tell Diane about what he had heard.
She was sitting at the fountain singing a song that went like this:

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           Tailor tailor hear my song 

Do it quick and don't be long

Make a dress of summer green

for I wish to make a scene.

When she saw Chester she got so excited and ran to him.
He told her all that he had overheard and when he finished she looked very solemn.
"what are we going to do?" she asked him.
"I have no idea" Chester replied.
They sat there for a while and then Chester sat up and smiled and said " I have a plan".

Mr. Stowal was packing his things and getting ready to move out.
He was miserable.
The store had been in his family for ten generations and he was not married and did not have any children to pass it on to.
He was so caught up in his thoughts that he did not notice two little people, a boy and a girl running for their lives across the top of the table.

That is all that I can tell you for now.
Later I will reveal everything.

SUSPENSE!!!.

Books of Destruction

I know that there are many good books in the world and many books that are dangerous and  destructive.
We must learn to know and recognize those books as what they are.
It may be difficult to do that, but when and if you do learn that you can use that knowledge for a lot of good purposes in your life.
I sometimes use the things that my Mom tells me to plan for my married life.
I think that if you know the good from the evil, you have the secret to the entire universe.
YOU HAVE AMAZING POWER!!!.
But the hard part is to know how to use it for a good cause, and that is why it is so easy to forget what is good and what is evil in the world that it eventually will overtake you and you will sort of, uh, fall.
But you have a choice to choose and that is called agency.
Where I live, us kids get taught that at a very young age and we have been taught to use it for a good purpose.
Personally, I think that kids should be treated with respect.
Kids know a lot more than grownups think we know and I mean that about some kids.
Parents should teach their children what they think they should know and I think that they would be surprised what we can do with that knowledge.
But it depends on how you teach your children those things.
I think that you should give your child a chance to choose for himself.
If you think about it, us kids are sort of a test for grownups.
Here is how it works.
The parents teach their kid, the kid chooses, the kid gets the consequences, and if the choice is good the parents know that they taught the right thing.
But is doesn't work on every kid in the world because we are all different and sometimes the parent needs to figure out what they need to learn.
It all works if you really think about it.
Most people don't though.
It's sad.