Writing - Cause And Effect - Explanation

For writing we had to read a text about how to be a good friend. We discovered that it held a cause and effect. We were given scenarios on a presentation with the task of figuring out the positive and negative effect. 

Narrative Practise - My Halloween Story

Ola! For writing this week me and other students my years had to write a narrative as practise for our assessment next week. I,along with other students discovered we all shared a desire to write a narrative based on the theme horror. Here is my story.

WARNING

IF YOU DO NOT ENJOY HEARING ABOUT GUTS OR REALLY SQUEAMISH THEN PLEASE DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER. 

IF YOU LOVE GUTS AND EXPLODING BODY PARTS...DO CONTINUE.

Two girls fell into the depths of the dark water that lay waiting in the centre of the coal mine.Then as the eclipse dawned on the water. Two girls emerged...re-born.

Crawling out of her split open stomach, invading the ebony ground, gorged out poison infected by blood and spewing with maggots. They dig deeper into her flesh biting harder into the bone. Guts trickle out of the corner of her sewn mouth. Her chest wide open infused by the anguish of her revolting and grotesque death is pounding with dead centipedes flinching and crippling with vomit.She dips her finger into her chest and shoves it into the space big enough to fit it. She smears it around the inside of her mouth enjoying the taste.

She drives herself deeper into the heart of the coal mine vomiting and groaning.

“Muere’s here  Muere is starving”

Screams ripped through the coal, sending ancient bone rattling around the tunnels. Her eyes flicked around. Foot steps stumbled forward. Haunting screams of pain,disdain and disgust ruptured her decaying ears. Into the mouth of a girl. Digging deeper into her flesh, thirsty for more lay an Asesino Bug (killer bug) it lept up further and further. Tripping over exploded intestines,shrivelling kidneys,drained livers and a cracking heart the bug fell into the eye socket shoving the eyeball out as it made itself more visible to the dying eye as a bug drenched with blood.

Another child ran forward unaware of the dangers that would befall him. He yelped as he came upon the bodies.

“Oh mother of satan”

The two girls latched onto his scent chasing him through the tunnels wondering why their prey was running. Denahi threw his backpack down onto the ground he cried out

“Somebody help me!Please!”

At the tunnels up ahead he saw one of the tunnels were pitch black while the other was illuminated by the glory of light. It filtered through the tunnel and bursting with happiness. Autumn leaves lay crinkled down the path. Sounds of the wind running past the cracks whispered into his ears. Pulling him closer to the exit, closer to dreams.He slithered into the tunnel, the two girl were following behind him unaware that their hideous mutations were fading..fading into the dark.

He clambered up the whole he found up ahead he. Thinking he escaped horror he started slipping to a slower climbing pace. He felt something scratching at his legs. Finally that something had a grip on his leg. He turned down to find Muere and Ariana-Blue grinning foolishly. He heaved himself to the top  finally he felt the hard skin start to soften under the daylight. He turned around to see the girls that went missing 5 years ago at the age of 10. They were his sisters. They grinned from ear to ear and sighed in unison

“We do belong here”

Muere stated

"People called my Muere so I got a liking to it and adapted to it oh but seriously guys my name Nina"

Glossary

Muere - Death

Asesino - Killer

Ariana Blue & Nina my own characters

Steps Of Panic - Narrative Practise

This is a narrative story I wrote for our narrative practice. I felt like I could write myself as on of the characters that was experiencing one of her nightmares. I hop you enjoy reading my story.

Tears advanced towards the banks of my brown eyes flooding my sight with blindness. Sound effects echoed all around me haunting me. I glanced through the corn rows. My heart burned with desperation.I had to find them.Shadows Night had just opened and I was one of the fortunate people  people to snatch a ticket from the booth. Or not so fortunate by the sound of it.

12  O'clock at night, she’ll appear in your sight, her eyes are red crawling with maggots. Her teeth and claws are crooked and jagged. I panicked as I looked my eyes tinted with fear. My heart was pounding against my chest. My head was swirling with ideas to distract my light heart. I gave up.  I was dead. I yanked out my phone dialing Lome’s number automatically knowing Seka would be there

“Lome!Seka!”

The wind whistled as if my fears had suddenly lit up its heart. Lome replied screaming down the phone.

“ Mavee what is it this time?”  

I shouted over the howling wind

“Where are you!?”

Seka replied “ we’re eating Chips at Rainbows End you?”

Sarcasm lingered in my voice “ oh you know just the usual I’m just standing in the middle of  Carls Junior.”

Seka choked on her big mac “ Say what?? Weren’t you at Shadows Night?”

I rolled my eyes “Oh Nah.”

Lomes voice took over the phone.”Why’d you call us for?”

I moved around in the corn maze whimpering as cornt leafs slapped my arms.

“ Listen up I’m really annoyed ok? I clocked all the levels but -”  My heart was beating faster and faster faster and faster  and faster until ...empty words choked me .I was suddenly falling.  Ice erupted in my back, fright pricked me and confusion bit me. I was yanked to a stop someone had pulled me as I was falling. I scratched and scratched.

“Ehhh the sungas already angry we didn’t get here earlier!:

“Apiseka! Salome! Sweet Jesus you guys saved me!”

Apiseka stood under a hole which had sun beaming through it. She put her hand to her chest while the other patted my head.

“Oh thank you very much thank you thank you!” She repeated as if she was a worldwide entertainer.A man in a wrinkled long coat topped by a  crinkled top hat. He looked familiar. Its impossible I knew he worked here I just never knew tonight. I’m in big trouble.

“Livi what are you doing here? I spluttered

“Working. Does Aunty know your here?”  He asked smirking

My face remained blank as I looked away. He laughed out loud. His white teeth glistening. I suddenly clicked. He's going to snitch on me to my mum. He pulled out my 50 dollars he owed me and waved it in the air. I leapt up and started chasing it like a clueless puppy. Salome and Apiseka joined in the chase. Seka got tired, sat down and took a colossal bite out of her Fries. She threw her fries onto her bag . lept up beating us to the money.

Ice Of The Grand Canyon

This week we had to practise writing a narrative we were given the Idea of ourselves walking on tight rope over the grand canyon, inspired by a video we wrote our story.

I hope you enjoy reading my story

The Ice Of The Canyon

Ice erupted in my spine. Goosebumps infecting my body poisoning my hope. All I have now is a prayer held in the hands of Jesus and God. My eyes were tinted with a hunger for danger. My confidence was abused by slow regret. I stopped, there was no point in regretting now. Danger stampeded all over me scaring me with fear. I shook my head I had to concentrate. I felt like crying I didn't care if I lost my reputation. I wouldn't. My heart rate advanced towards a million beats a second flooding me with confusion. The word concentrate was on a  constant replay.

Adrenaline was injected into my body as if it was a pill that could cure how insane I was.I kept going I couldn't stop. The rhythm of the wind amped up to a faster beat. I hated this. I got down literally kneeling I cried a prayer. All thought of asking for more safety was abandoned.  I was halfway there a smile had crept across my face.  Silence strangled my throat.

The crowd was standing on the other side. Their legs pinched with horror. Doubt was erased from their faces as I continued to go.Dust was storming towards me. I shut my eyes to a squint but wide enough to have sight of the whole wire. Just a few more metres then  the  petrifying  situation would be over. 1 More meter. I  realised I was close enough to run to the end.

I ran almost leaping with joy.  I jumped off the wire and onto the other side. I hopped into the arms of my brother. He whispered “ you did it you walked  over the Grand Canyon   with no safety harness... you lucky girl” I grinned beaming with pride. I did it  I truly did it with  hope you can discover many thing. A smile had dipped over my horizon.

Missing Past - Writing Sample

Like others I had to post my finished piece of writing. This piece of writing started when we did our writing sample test. We were given a prompt our prompt was;

I heard scratching but I couldn't see through the darkness

Night time started to swallow my house as I sat hunched over my laptop. My fingers slapping each letter I touched. I cringed at what I had wrote about. My ancestor were cruel devils,nothing but people who tortured and decided that they were the one’s on top. I stopped. Well ain’t that true? I panicked as a reminder popped up onto the right hand corner of my laptop. 20 MINUTES TO GO UNTIL YOU SEND IN YOUR ASSIGNMENT! That was that. Panic and tiredness loomed over me like a dark hidden creature.

I felt a sudden pinch at my neck. Sending ice through my spine. I heard scratching but couldn’t see through the darkness. My eyes rolled back as I crawled to my bed. Darkness as pitch black as midnight had drowned out the light.

More and more scratching haunted me as I recovered from my sudden panic. I stood up heaving myself past small ,muddy and  brown  shacks. Fires cackled with laughter as I walked past. Something grabbed at me snatching at my fragile glass heart.A foreign language was whispered around me as if it was a rumor to secretive to share.

Surprise tackled me as a small child came up to me and muttered

“Welcome...to....Venice...Italy.”

An aching pain screamed somewhere in my body. Tears flooded the banks of my eyes. Frustration drowned out clear thoughts. Loving kindness had been ripped away from me. My future had inhaled a walloping  amount of poison.

I cried out begging to the sky. Black cargo shorts,a white hallenstein t-shirt and a NSW hat had exposed itself to my eyes. For days we’d been searching for him. For weeks we’d been praying. For months we’d been hoping and for years we've been mourning. 12 years ago two 3 year old  went missing after a desperate attempt of finding a good place to hide.

Those two kids were Me and that  boy in front of me. He was a stranger to me now he was 15 and so was I. Something was missing from this puzzle of the past. After a minute or so I remembered what it was. It was who he was that was missing. I was a plain person nothing but that. I was left in the past with my past who was nothing but blank paper.

We stood there mesmerised by each others presents. His brown eyes were engraved into my brain. I had to go back home away from this danger away from all of this.

I felt like I couldn’t continue on living I had to stop somewhere.

Joaquin and Mavis - Our Persuasive Writtings

For our persuasive writing we had to persuade people whether yes we are or no we aren't responsible for our rubbish. First of all we had to decide our position, our position in this argument was yes, we are responsible for the rubbish we create. 

I hope you enjoy reading our persuasive writing

Dear Fellow Peers

Through the years I have witnessed days, weeks, months and obviously years of littering. Child after child, litter after litter and rubbish truck after rubbish trucks.Do you want nothing? Go ahead keep littering!  If we keep on littering  our chances of having an emerald green country and school will diminish like ice over howling fire. Do you wanna spend the rest of you life savings on on your back because you’ve been bending over pick up 50 pieces of rubbish a day? Well we here to stick out to you like a fin on top of water.We are responsible for our litter!  We might even be influenced by the older generation who hit the school with a smashing impact.

Why do I believe we were influenced? We have siblings, cousins and many more relatives people! Our mind is contaminated with laziness as day in and day out we sit on our butts and throw litter on the ground. Do you expect it to disappear with a puff of smoke!? No!! Nothing will happen like that it’s way out of the way of possibility. We were influenced due to the environment we grew up clearly gave us the indication of “ littering is OK  The caretaker is surely to pick it up!” We am now year seven and eight students and suddenly we've realised we've got a sickening problem that shouldn't of even existed in the first place.


This could possibly affect our school reputation with a destructive hit . You say your too cool to pick it up throw it in the bin? Hmmm, last time I checked we were all humans and students of one school, and  were all cool but we need to have part in taking care of our school. We can talk it why can’t we walk it? I must admit I have littered but now I want to stop it so that we can maintain our school beauty.Maintaining our school can keep on building our school reputation as new students arrive.

Dirt,germs,yucky stuff, diseases students of Tamaki Primary School this is why we need to take action of our school rubbish. It definitely won’t do it itself. Like I said we are responsible for the rubbish in our school.It was us who decided throw our trash on the ground and now it is up to us to eliminate these multiple pieces of rubbish flying around in our school

Current Events - Homework

Another one of our homework task was to summarise a current event. Well my current event was about a man who earned 13,000 dollars after E.R.A heard about what his boss had done to him

I hope you gather enough information to understand the story.

The Magic Flying Carpet - Homework

Aloha!

For homework I had to finish off a story I crafted for written language. The image

I was given , along with the rest of my class was a magical flying carpet so we had to create a story and make sure it was in proper structure. 

Hopefully you enjoy reading what I did with the photo.

Through the scars of curses, the shreds of abandonment and tears of loss tossed into curiosity sat one soul desperate for a way home. Searching for hope.  At least one beam of sunshine.

The bay of Delhi, India was stampeded with screaming children, wailing mothers and fathers burning with range. Their children clung onto their mothers Sari as they were ripped away from their family. Older sibling soothing their tears. 5 year old child’s whose eyes   were  nailed shut with tiredness blinked awake as the boat sailed away. Leaving behind his mother.He wondered in future if he would ever remember who he was in the past

10 years on that 5 year old boy grew up raised on the shores of Taiwan.Now aged 15 His adopted  family cursing at him calling him a devil with a name Jalal. Every obstacle was always forced onto his field whether or not he was guilty for them arriving there. Next door to their colossal house  lived a small family with only one daughter but 3 sons.

One of those three son’s yelled at the top of his lungs

“Lihua father wants you!”

A young girl around Jalal’s age flipped down from the tree.Landing like a swan.

“Why would father need me Kyoto?” Lihua asked politely slightly smirking

Kyoto’s eyes were slapped with anger.

“He just needs you O.K?!”

Kyoto spotted Jalal.

“What are you looking at slave? Go back to where you came from you piece of rubbish. Go find your real parents”

His words scratched at Jalal’s fragile heart.

Lihua’s nails snatched at Kyoto’s ears dragging him inside. A howl of pain echoed through the hall. Jalal wondered He’s right I need to run.I need to run fast and far. Three stars shone in the sky as night started to become obvious to everyone. Especially the ruler of the house he lived in

Jalal whispered to the three stars

“I will run away tonight. I need to find out who I am”

The rest of the day sprinted past as the streets of Taiwan dimmed their lights showcasing a plain show of midnight black. Jalal went into his room his feet crawling with warmth as he stood on the carpet. He opened the window exposing himself to the harsh winter breeze. He bit his stained nails he hung his legs over the window.

A light voice popped out of another window.

“Going somewhere?”

Jalal’s eyes swerved to the right there he spotted Lihua.

Jalal snapped “What’s it to you? Your brother called me a slave”

She replied “ I’m not my brother.”

Jalal rolled his eyes. “Your just stopping me so that I can be teased day and night forever by your brother.He’s a devil!”

She stated sharply “ I couldn’t agree more.”

Jalal sat up “ Say what?”

She sighed “ I said I couldn’t agree more”

Jalal swooped down onto the grass. Lihua’s gasp shocked him as he turned around his carpet was on the ground. Something was wrong seriously wrong. He glanced at the carpet

“No way”

Lihua was on the ground as well.

She stared at Jalal “ I’m coming with you.”

Jalal questioned “ Why?”

Lihua mumbled “ your the keeper of memories aren’t you”

“You’re a liar I don’t keep anything but my clothes Liar!” He accused her making sure the whole town heard. In fact to many people heard. The lights in his room shuddered alive. A voice shrieked “ Where is that boy. A head stabbed the night as it came out of the window.

It was her the owner of the house. The abuser. The ruler of this place.

Lihua grabbed his arm.

She bellowed “ Run!”

She ran with him sprinting around corners. Side-stepping shouts and tiptoeing past slumbering people. A ruffly material was following him. The carpet. It scooted under their feet. THrowing them into the air until the carpet rushed up to greet them.

Lihua yelped “ you are the keeper of memory!”

Jalal yanked a locket off his chest “I’m just a keeper of this locket given to me by my mother !”

The winds choked at his words. Their bodies dragged through time scratching them with memories and people from their past. THey were shoved to a stop they groaned as the tripped off the carpet. Jalal blinked

“I’ve seen this place before...I..I just can’t think where”

“You were born in delhi?” Lihua motioned towards the sign of a nearby store.

They ducked under the noise of screaming children, wailing mothers and fathers burning with rage.  His eyes met a little boy who looked out at sea seeming calm for a little. BOY  Though that little boy was on the boat Jalal felt drawn,connected to him. He glared at Lihua

“Hurry up!”

He yanked at her arm shouting. THey dove between the woven groups of people. Frowns bursting into the air. That little boy was confused as the sprinted towards him dodging the guards. Finally the got him. Jalal asked the little boy

“What’s your name?”

the little boy shook himself “ Jalal”

Jalal sighed looking over his shoulder at  “ WHere are you going?”

The little boy shrugged

“ I don’t know china?Taiwan? All I know is I’m being taken away from my parents and I can’t deal with it”

Jalal lay his hands on the little boys shoulders

“ Nothing comes between a son and their mother.”

Jalal grabbed mini Jalal  and pulled him onto his shoulders. He kept on walking until a woman in a blue sari jogged to them then full on ran.

She cried out with aching love “ Jalal”

She stopped short in front of the older Jalal.

“Jalal?”

The older Jalal nodded “ Yes mother”

His mother's face was smothered with confusion “ but how?”

Jalal smiled

“Apparently I came from the future time traveled with the locket you gave to me when I was here. I learnt to adapt to the new Taiwan environment my memory of my parents slowly slipping out of my head”

Lihua nodded agreeing as if there was no tomorrow.

“I remember seeing him arrive the ruler of his new house was cruel a danger to his future.”

His mother cradled the younger Jalal in her arms

Jalal asked his mother daring himself to handle the answer to be given  “ Mother? Have you always loved me?”

His mother  grinned “Always have and always will”

As the sun set they snuggled up on the magical flying carpet watching the sun fall asleep

The Tiger - Homework Task

For the writing part of our homework we were given a photo of a tiger in a bathroom. We used as much imagination as possible to turn this photo into a Narrative. I hope you enjoy reading my story below

Water trickled down Josh’s back as he hopped out of the shower. The white bathtub groaned as it gulped down the water. Moaning in the effort. His blue eyes fell on the new mirror which had just been installed. A crack echoed through the bathroom as he lifted his leg out, his eyes still enchanted by the mirror failed to assist the rest of his body. His toe jabbed. He fell head over heels.

His face suddenly buried into fur. He opened his eyes and got a handful of Jaffa orange and licorice black fur. He jolted into a kick stance. He looked closer it was a tiger.  The tigers green eyes flicked open. It re winded onto it hind paws then literally walked past Josh’s pale face.

It situated itself onto the glistening toilet bowl. After a few minutes it finished, suddenly... it lunged at Josh scanning it’s blue eyes. A voice crawled out the jagged teeth. “ Josh? What are you doing here?” The voice ran into Josh’s ear triggering this one thought “Jordan?”

The tiger nodded. Josh yelped “ My twin is a tiger!” Jordan nodded “ Josh help me only of you say the poem backwards I’ll be human.” “How’d you get here?” Josh asked “ Jordan roared “ I was left here last night when you said the poem you...you...you bonecracker!” “ Me what?” Josh raised his eyebrow. “A tiger saying now do it “

“Tiger gone before tonight

Green eyes bright

Tigers right

Tails long

Humans wrong”

Josh opened his eye. His frown dove into a smile as their stood in bone and flesh, in jeans and a singlet topped with a hat, was his blue-eyed, blonde haired brother. They hugged each other for a long moment Jordan sighed now time for payback “ Chicken cluck showing bad lu-”

Josh tackled  Jordan before he could finish. “Boys!!The Chicken Taco is ready!” Their mothers voice rang out from the kitchen. Jordan and Josh looked at each other... “BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

My Description - A Trees Best Friend

A while back I wrote a description from a little boys point of view.

We also had weave in bits and pieces of metaphors, simmilies nd personification.

This all falls under one category - Poetic Language

I glared at Liberty who had publicly humiliated me. My eyes were immediately tinted by abominable nightmares. I shook my head violently, hoping to eliminate the unpleasant sights from my small head.Liberty chuckled as she swung on the black  swing her girly pink Gucci skirt flowing in the wind.

I could hear the multi-coloured bird’s chirping.The leaves greeted each other then started running across the park. The dogs howled roughly as their leashes swished, swish swish. The trees seemed to whisper .“Run Anarchy run”  The ants seemed to agree “Yes dear boy run run.” Flap,flap,flap.The birds launched into the sky.Their calling pierced my ears.

I was weighed down by the deep and damp moss. The sour odor  of old bark fizzed under my tiny nose. I spat out in disgust. Slowing trailing behind was the toxic smell of rotting food suffocating me. Destroying the refreshing smell of fresh air.

The revolting taste of aging banana clung to my tounge. The taste of spew started to lie on my tongue. I swallowed carefully. I licked my lips as tears fainted onto my lips.The polluted air crawled across my pink tongue.I spat out my saliva.

I strangled the tree hoping it would hide my raw emotions being displayed so openly.The wind slapped my face whipping my brown hair into the air. Tears streamed down my pale cheeks. Rivers of tears stained my face with anger. I felt like tearing the tree apart with my small animal like claws. I stopped.

My Inspirational Poem

This is a poem about never giving up and the reason why you fly in your dreams.Click on the photo

Build Ups

Build ups are positive things you know you can say to cheer someone up!

Back to school

Hi it's is our first week back at school we had a lot of fun so we decided to do a reflection or in this case a popplet to see what back to school means to us.This is what back to school means to me.

Netbook Reflection 2012

The positives that I experienced this year  includes interacting with classmates when we need help.We also get to respond to amazing blog posts the were posted by our classmates or other students in the Manaiakalani cluster.We got to learn and create in a different process. We also got to progress in our goals inside and outside schools. This was possible because our blogs could be accessed anywhere and anytime. An abundant amount of achievements have been achieved by using our netbooks.We got to voice our learning on our blogs.One of the things we always learn is L.C.S which stands for learn,create,share.

Various amount of negatives occurred while using our netbooks.Such as disconnection and slow connection.There have been sometimes where there were easy access to games and some unnecessary websites during learning. Things that were really interesting were how we learnt how to keep the ability of solving our own problems as well as asking others. Having a netbook has really boosted our learning into the future.Thank you Manaiakalani.

I.T.K.D - Inter-national Tae Kwon Do

For our last session we were told to break two boards by a single kick. We firstly broke a not so hard board.Secondly we had to kick a much more harder board.Check it out!

Saving Energy Persuasive Writing

Walt-Persuade others with our writing.
WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
R-Rhetorical Question
O-Opinion
R-Reason
E-Explain
O-Opinion
R-Rhetorical Question


Why this?Why climate change?Are we doing the damage?
Everyday is a normal day until you get an unexpected surprise when the power bill arrives.I find it irritating that everyday we try and make a difference in OUR world  by telling people. ‘To be warm this winter buy this heater for only two ninety nine.’ What about them?What about their world?If you don’t know who ‘them’ is look in Antarctica.Polar bears  will soon have no ice!To walk on or to even hunt on.If the ice melts sea water will rise which cause floods and tsunamis.

Everybody has to point a finger at someone or something. They live.They walk.They breathe.They are part of this world. If water level rises pacific islands could be gone and washed away. For Eg: Tokalau is are small island and those people might lose their homes. Water will rise, drowning islands.

Do you know why hot days get really hot ? That is because there are many cars driving, planes flying and factories adding more co2  constantly puffing out smoke(Carbon Dioxide). This Co2 covers us all like a blanket which can cause droughts or even storms such as a cyclone  which affect the bottom of the sea, coral reefs destroying homes for these sea creature. If we rewind this whole part of Co2 we can produce a better planet for us humans.

These power bills can be lowered. Complaints are always pouring in about ‘my power bill is rising and we haven’t done a single thing!’ Well you are leaving taps leaking, letting the lights light up  room that’s already lit by the sun!This one day, I was helping my mum make a salad.Drip.Drop.Drip.Drop.Then...WHOOSH.I look at the tap.It was crying water.The drips and streams of water cascading down onto the bare sink.I looked at my mum calmly chopping cucumber into four quarters.I sighed ‘Turn off the tap....it’s wasting energy.’

Half the pie is bitter.That bitter half is us wasting energy twenty four seven.However on the other slice of the pie.Is a world a world where they use reusable light bulbs.More solar panels.They’ve expanded the use of wind mills.All these things generate power to our homes and to the world.Therefore we must save energy which can save the world.

We look at the stars wishing that the world could be a better place.We can make it a better place if we use renewable energy.

Where is this difference? But really...Who’s the difference?

In my Magic Box

 A few years ago in my class, we use to put our imagination down on paper,by creating our own Magic Box       in our mind. I decided to visit this and see just  how much magic was in my Magic Box.

IN MY MAGIC BOX

In my Magic Box baboons screech at each other,warning them where they were going to swing.In my Magic Box bleach white birds harnessed with golden bridles swoop down low.In my Magic Box Caterpillar crawl anxiously across leaves.In my Magic Box .In my Magic Box a waterfall of chocolate cascades down onto the swirly white chocolate path.In my Magic Box a pavlova is my haven,my comfy bed..Happiness and colours explode frantically in the air like a big colossal war.In my Magic Box children play with their parents no matter how silly or embarrassing the game is.

In my Magic Box trees stage a show where the hula under the burning,hot sizzling sun.In my Magic Box dreams of heroic deeds and great successful achievements fly around the air.In my Magic Box I’m the pilot.In my Magic Box...Magic is real

Long Live The Royal Family

Long Live The Royal Family

“Jalal  your  step-mother !She called she said she’d send you a letter about her journey!” The housemaid called.Knock knock.Jalal’s Maid ,Azamat went to answer the door. The doctor came into the large living room. “How’s my favourite patient?” “O.k,Doctor will I always be paralyzed?” The doctor sighed. “Yes Jalal” Jalal changed the subject “Mothers coming home in a few weeks.”

The doctor raised an eyebrow. “Really” Jalal nodded “The king told me he’d announce something about me on t.v”  The doctor walked out,calling over his shoulder. “I’m going to talk to Azamat.”

His stare stabbed Azamat when he caught her in the hallway. “When are you blummin telling her!?” “What!?Tell her ,her Maid is  really her  mother!?Her brother is a prince and her father is a king!?” The doctor exploded. “What happens if the king and prince die?Eh? You gonna let the palace people waltz in and say ‘oh sorry for your loss?With the child not even knowing who she lost.They’ll all think she’s gone off her rocker!”

Jalal started wheeling her chair toward the kitchen. Azamat looked at Jalal as a daughter for the first time. “Jalal where are you going?” Azamat  asked sweetly. Jalal replied “to the kitchen I’m going to ask cook for a sundae...can you prepare the elevator for me I’m going to take one up to big sister”

Faire came thundering down the stairs.Her sister grabbed her wheel chair and shouted. “We’re going to school.The two girls rushed out.Jalal winced as the wind slapped her face. She screeched “ why are we going so fast!?” “It’s our first day at -” Tires screeched....BOOM

a had crashed into the wheelchair.Sirens sounded in the background,already been warned.

The passenger in the car quivered as he got out to view the victim.He stared in horror at  Faire and Jalal. My girls...would they find a king visiting them in hospital weird? The nurses came running forward with a stretcher.London,was stamped upon the ambulance. They grunted as they lifted Faires thirteen year old body into a separate ambulance.

The sirens dance off into the sunset.Smudging King Cuso with heartbreak. The chauffeur  lent forward and muttered “We either tell her now or never.” The king nodded thinking about his wife,Azamat “it is time”

Two months later Jalal and Faire were both on crutches discharged,ready to go home.The King’s car was parked perfectly in front of their mansion.They all strolled in. Small sniffs were coming from the living room.The kings husky deep voice pounded the walls. “Come on Azamat!!We’ve got to tell them!” Azamats voice quavered “I know but I don’t want to tell her I’m their mother!!” “ Do you think it’s only you that feels that way?Huh?Listen as King I don’t want to tell them I’m their father either!” The King protested. Prince James  hugged them closer.Azamat sniffed “look at the time!Now I’m late to pick them up” King cuso growled “Fine!I’ll walk you-” His voice was snapped off by scissors. Azamat wiped her eyes running out with her car keys.Azamat was startled when she saw the pair.Heads down.Tears cascading down their cheeks.Their blonde hair covered their blue eyes.Finally Jalal smashed the silence she glanced shakily at King Cuso. “Dad?”  They all smiled as this was said.

“Prince James,a fair man of the nation,Princess Jalal,walker of the path of glory,Princess Faire,Princess of love and care,King Cuso,warrior of today and finally resuming her throne Queen Azamat!” A rebellious roar came up from the students of James’s Faire’s and Jalal’s school. A little boy came forward and announced loudly without shame. “Long live the royal family!”

NZ shake out day.Be prepered

 

Get ready for the national New Zealand shake out day!

This may save peoples lives.