Tuesday, September 28, 2021

Across the Sea Chp. 1

Presenting,


A C R O S S

The Sea 

1

P A P A — G O N E


The green hills seemed to roll, just before Colin’s eyes. He watched as the wooly sheep grazed there, so content. So happy. Though despite being fenced in for their own protection, they looked free. They didn’t have to be who they were supposed to be or what people wanted them to be. They got to live a peaceful life and then would die peacefully. Filling Colin’s stomach.


He saw a distant Gold Finch flutter away from a tree branch. It looked to be a baby, just learning how to fly. Imagine, it’s about to be the first time in all your life you are going in the air, and then suddenly—swoosh! Your mother nudges you out and you almost plummet to the ground, but you suddenly begin to fly. You flap your wings and up, up, you go! How free you’d feel.

Colin gazed at all the beautiful wonders of Ireland. So many mountains, so many hills. So much to be thankful for. Yet so much to long for as well. What lay beyond the coastal mountains? Adventure, most likely. But Papa always said, 

“Your home, your life…it’s not out there.” He would point to their small village down in the valley.

“It’s there, son. There with our people. Boys like you should be learning a trade, learning a useful skill. Not always disappearing and longing for silly things like adventure.”

“But Papa—”

“Colin. Listen to me. Your place is here. Not out there.” Papa patted him on the back and made his way down the steep trail to the village of Cele (Ceh—lay)


Rocks surrounded those trails. Some boulders had fallen off from the mountain before and had crushed travelers. There was always a risk.

Just as Colin had turned back to gaze at the view, Papa screamed. Colin never saw him again, since that day.

Papa was crushed under the strong rocks that had tumbled out onto the dangerous trail. Papa had died that day, and had fallen off the face of the mountain. People gathered around, villagers. They had him already wrapped in cloth and onto a wagon. 

Before Colin had reached the bottom, Papa was already gone. Never to be seen or heard again.

Colin held back urging tears just remembering. Today marked the anniversary of one whole year since Papa died. Colin had missed him more than anything else in all the world. He wanted a papa so much. Someone who would always be there. Ever since Papa left this world and entered into another, Mama had been sickly often. At this very minute, when Colin had left the house, she was in bed, coughing up a storm. She was very ill. She looked awful, with no one to care for her except Colin and his twin sister Fiona. Fiona knew little about healing and taking care of the sick, but she sure knew how to voice her opinions and speak her mind. She was very embarrassing sometimes, and the complete opposite of Colin, who was afraid of his own shadow. He was too shy to talk to most people besides his mother and sister, and he never went out unless Fiona was there. Fiona did the talking, Colin did the thinking. That’s how it had always been and that was how it probably would always be. When Mama would go to the next world, which he thought must be very soon, it would just be Colin and Fiona left. The last two Braygans in a very long line. A line of well respected merchants and farmers.

A voice startled him.

“Colin, come quick! It’s Mama! She’s failing!” Fiona’s voice carried on the wind and half the village probably heard.

“Fiona? Where are you?” Colin looked around.

Fiona yelled once more. “Get the doctor! Now!”

Colin raced down the trail, nearly slipping to his death. 

He ran across town hollering, “I need the doctor!” He crashed into a bake sale table, but couldn’t stop to turn it right side up. He could be Mama’s only chance of living.

He dashed through the doctor’s door nearly flew into the man himself. 

“Whoah there, son. What be the problem this time?” His friendly Irish accent made everyone feel comfortable.

“It’s Mama, I mean Mrs. Braygan. She’s falling ill. Very ill, sir.”

The old man rubbed his beard and grasped his briefcase tightly. “Hitch up the horses, son. This might be an emergency.”

Down the road, went Colin and the doctor, Mr. Finn O’Connor. They scared the chickens as they dashed down on the old wagon. The tired out horses ran their fastest and galloped with all their might. There hadn’t been an emergency like this since Papa. The horses were now used to laying and grazing, not galloping down narrow roads, being yelled at by their usually quiet, kind master.

“Go, Briga! Go Dairdy!” He yelled, while he snapped the reins and frightened them into running faster. 

“These horses aren’t so swift as they once were!” Mr. O’Connor yelled. The wind was roaring past them and dust flew up in their face.

 At last, they reached the little hill on which the Braygan’s cottage sat. All alone, was the little house. Cozy and private. Papa had been proud of this house when he first built it. He said it was the finest house in all of Ireland. But of course, he only said it when other folks weren’t around. Colin used to love the hearty conversations they had as a family, sitting by the brick fireplace, when Papa would smoke his tobacco and Mama would play the bagpipe. The music would float through the air, while the spicy-sweet aroma of stew would fill the house. Colin remembered when he was little and Papa would arrive home on his horse Brave, and Colin would run to the window screaming, “Papa’s home! Papa’s home!” And then, he’d run outdoors and Papa would pick him up and set him on his horse and would let him take the reins. 

Colin smiled at the memory.

“Boy, wake up! Wake up!” Mr. O’Connor waved his hand in front of Colin’s face. 

“Huh?”

“Give me the bucket back there.”

“Where?”

“Back there! What are ya daft? Fill it with water and come inside.”

Colin reached behind his seat and taking the bucket, ran to the well and filled it up. He dashed inside but stopped immediately when Mr. O’Connor put his finger to his lips to quiet him.

Mama lay in the little trundle bed, sleeping. Her face was red and bumpy and her arms and forehead were burning hot.

“What’s wrong?” Colin managed to speak. But he knew the answer. He knew the day was coming. Mama was dying.

Fiona walked in from the kitchen.

“It’s bad, Colin. It’s really bad.” She rested her hand on Colin’s shoulder. 

Colin looked to the floor. He said nothing. 

“Children.” Mr. O’Connors looked at them with solemn eyes. “It’s too late. She was taken to Neamh (Ny—av).” Neamh is the Irish word for heaven. They believed that if a soul was found honest and had a true heart full of grace, then you would be brought into Neamh. But if not, then your soul would be brought to the dark place. The place opposite from Neamh.

Colin stood there speechless. 

Fiona did the same.

“There’s…nothing I can do. I’m…very sorry children.”

And that was the end for poor, sweet Mama.

Kitties!

 Heelo! Here's some pictures of our kittens! I'l post some clear pictures soon.

Katshra, Satshra, and Cleopatra. (Those are just some names me and my brother came up with)








Monday, September 27, 2021

Catalina

 Hi everyone! The Dawn of freedom Is soon to be published, therefore I am going to stop posting it on here.

Also..........

Our Cat had kittens today!!!!







Catalina 
Last night after church, I heard a faint meowing. I looked under my bed and a kitten was in the process of coming out! Two more were there too, but sadly one of them didn't make it.
now we have two baby kittens, and I don't currently have a picture of them, but once they're cleaned up and ready, I'll be sure to post them!
We still don't know for sure if more is stuck inside her because her stomach is still hugE! We're hoping to deliver all the kittens our safely.
Well anyways, that's all!

Has your cat ever had kittens?

--Elena 





Tuesday, September 21, 2021

Piano Songs

 Hi everyone! Heres some piano videos that I really enjoyed.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GDgG9by8LBo&list=PL7UtKv5oGxlxTsbGofMKuYWtzOjFxNJmN&index=3

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y9-f3aqZHHM&list=PL7UtKv5oGxlxTsbGofMKuYWtzOjFxNJmN&index=10

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jE7vjsPAIqY&list=PL7UtKv5oGxlxTsbGofMKuYWtzOjFxNJmN&index=22

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2H4zBrGUluM&list=PL7UtKv5oGxlxTsbGofMKuYWtzOjFxNJmN&index=40

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=28Tlg_hwM0c&list=PL7UtKv5oGxlxTsbGofMKuYWtzOjFxNJmN&index=41

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LqCtVapWFyM&list=PL7UtKv5oGxlxTsbGofMKuYWtzOjFxNJmN&index=50

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hzhpNSYB0PU&list=PL7UtKv5oGxlxTsbGofMKuYWtzOjFxNJmN&index=54

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UAm0aWvzFI8&list=PL7UtKv5oGxlxTsbGofMKuYWtzOjFxNJmN&index=57

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9yD50aziJkI&list=PL7UtKv5oGxlxTsbGofMKuYWtzOjFxNJmN&index=64

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w-IEfjDTi9c&list=PL7UtKv5oGxlxTsbGofMKuYWtzOjFxNJmN&index=67

The Dawn of Freedom Chapters eleven & twelve

 1763

N O V E M B E R

C H  A  P  T  E  R   Eleven—

The day dawned bright and beautiful, but the weather was getting very cold and bitter. A kind maid named Mercy helped Temperance and Gideon by sneaking them  into her room every night instead of the barn. For that, they were very grateful.


James finished up a pot he was making. He had painted it special for Clark, since Christmas was drawing near.

Every day he had worked on it for a bit, and had hidden it under his bed for two weeks. 

James was now trusted to go out into town almost everyday to fetch supplies, or to simply take a stroll around the block.

Little bits at a time, he would search for Temperance, but the truth was, he didn’t really want to leave. Clark was very kind to him, and fed him and had bought him brand new spectacles. He also supplied him with two waistcoats and a shiny pair of black buckled shoes. Clark was almost like the father James never had. But he tried to push those tempting thoughts aside. Even if he didn’t want to leave, he knew his sister well enough to know that she was probably in trouble somewhere.


James had been saving up for as long as he had been helping Clark with his work. Each time James sold a pot or sold something in the blacksmith shop, he would get one shilling. His pottery was getting better and his blacksmithing skills were improving. James was proud.


James paused from his thinking. He heard a man’s voice. It sounded like yelling. James sat up. He listened closely to the words.

“Do ya take me for an idiot? Who do you think I am?? I was trying to help you! I took your business and bore your heavy burdens! But now you’re sayin’ you can’t even pay a decent amount?”

“I’m sorry sir, I—I—I don’t know what to say.”

“You know, maybe you just shouldn’t say anything. If this happens one more time…it’s over. You’ll be without a job.” 

James heard a big slam! He quietly tiptoed and peeked around the corner. Clark was holding a paper in his hands. He rubbed his forehead and sat down. “What am I to do?” James heard him say.

James looked behind him at his hidden box of precious shillings. Those were the coins that would save his sister.

Nay. He thought. I can’t give up on Temperance. He looked out the window and sighed. “Wherever she is.”

 1763

D E C E M B E R

C H  A  P  T  E  R   Twelve—

“Oh, it shall be grand!” Mrs. Capsicum danced around the room, while simultaneously checking herself in the mirror. Finally, she stopped and went to fixing her hair and puffing her face with white powder. 

The violinists and pianist were in the background practicing their music.

Temperance was drying the dishes and then setting them out on the long, twenty-foot table. Mrs. Capsicum was to host a Christmas ball, and they were to have a feast. Of course not Temperance and Gideon and all the other slaves. They only got to share the little bits and pieces that were left over after all the guests ate.


Temperance was very skinny now. She had one dress and it was getting very worn out and small. She admired the maids who looked so happy. They were paid lots, had friends of each other, were fed well, and Mrs. Capsicum supplied them with two maids’ dresses each. Brand new dresses! Oh, how it would be nice to be a maid. Or a servant, or even a cook! Anything other than a slave. Temperance was getting very tired. She was losing energy, losing happiness, losing the perseverance she once had. “What’s the point?” She asked Gideon. “We’re never going to escape.”

Gideon didn’t know what to say. All he said was, “Think about what you’re saying, Tem. Are we really just going to give up? What about James?” 

“Gideon! I’m thirteen! We’ve been here for more than a year! What else can we do?” Her eyes watered up. She went to leave, but turned back. “I’m going to be fourteen soon. My mother always said that when I turn fourteen, she was going to take me to see France. That’s what her mother did when she turned fourteen.” With that, she ran off.


“I’ve never had a Christmas ball before. It will be so splendid they’ll all be begging to come back! Oh, I’m so frazzled about it!”

“Aye, Miss.” The butler replied. “You’ve said that now three times.”

“Oh, but it feels like a dream! Ever since Randy died, I—well I thought my life was shattered. I thought I’d spend it all living in a little hole. But now—” She sighed dramatically. “Things are finally looking up!”


It was the day before Christmas. Temperance looked down at her old, stained, ripped up dress. She pitied herself.

“I wonder…” She mumbled. 

“You wonder what?” Gideon approached her with one hand balancing a freshly baked pie.

“Good grief Gideon! What is wrong with you? Are you out of your mind?”

“Maybe.” He smiled. “Come quick. They might think we’re stealing.”

The two hid downstairs under the stair case.

“I snuck outdoors earlier. I stopped a wild horse from trampling this man’s pie stand. As a thank you, he gave me this pie for free.” He inhaled a deep breath of the delicious aroma. “It turns out we will be having a feast after all.”


Days went by. The Christmas ball had gone splendid. 

It was a very foggy day, and the duo had snuck off to town like they often did.

Everything seemed quiet today. Most people stayed indoors, and it even snowed early in the morning. 

The kind maid, Mercy, had sewed them both a warm coat for the winter. They were both very grateful.

Saturday, September 18, 2021

The Dawn of Freedom Chp. 10

Hi everyone! I might Strat posting two chapters a week, simply because 1, I want to get through the book, just in case some of you are bored of of your mind. (:

Also, because I feel bad only posting something once a week, (Which kinda makes my blog a little boring...)

Anyway, here it is! 


1763

J U N E 

C H  A  P  T  E  R   Ten—

The days carried on slowly. Temperance tried to mind her manners and remain silent, but inside she was screaming. She was letting all her thoughts explode. It was a very difficult task not to let them all out, but luckily, Temperance succeeded. Gideon helped, of course. He talked to her and encouraged her through tough times. As the weeks went by, they began to become very close friends. 


The days grew hotter and most nights, Madam was out partying or in court trying to convince the police that she did in fact pay her monthly bills.


The rare times that Temperance and Gideon weren’t needed, they snuck off to town to look for James and enjoy the fresh air

Temperance put down a book she was admiring and gazed across the busy street to a girl that looked to be about her age, only this girl was plumper and healthier. Temperance felt a slight ounce of jealousy rise up within her. 

“She gets to be free and wears a fancy, silk gown with a parasol, while I have to be a slave and do nothing but work and serve.” There was much hatred in her voice.

“Temperance please, not again. Just look away.” Gideon took her by the arm and led her to a little shop called Nick Knacks and Little Things.

“Why did you bring me here?”Temperance demanded.

“Well, I had to get you away from that girl! You looked like you were gonna punch her or somethin’!”

Temperance turned away angrily. “I may be in bondage, but I am not an animal! I am still a civilized being!” She stomped her foot. “I would never, ever, ever punch a human person in the face.” She caught her breath. “Except maybe you, of course.” With that, she stomped away. Gideon went after her.

“Hey Tem, wait up! Temperance! Temperance Constance!” 

Temperance stopped in her tracks. “How do you know my middle name?” She stepped forward. “I demand to know!” She shouted. 

“Okay, okay, okay. I only asked James. But don’t you think—” He inhaled a deep breath, knowing he was probably about to get slapped. “Don’t you think you should give up fighting? At least until we escape?” He backed away a few steps, but Temperance followed.

“You want to…Give up?” Instead of slapping him, she said quietly, almost in a whisper, “My middle name is Constance, is it not?” With that, she walked away. 


When they arrived home, Gideon once again tried to calm her. “If you just pretend to like it here, they’ll never guess that we’re planning to run away. They might even trust us enough to let us into town. But if you keep on acting the way you, we’ll never get out of here.”

Temperance sat on a bale of hay, her arms crossed. “I just want my brother.”

Tuesday, September 14, 2021

The Dawn of Freedom Chp. 9

Hi everyone! Today I decided to post two chapters instead of one, simply because....I felt like it...I don't know. 

you don't have to read it all, but if you do, feel free to drop a comment and share your thoughts!


 1762

M A Y 

C H  A  P  T  E  R   Nine—

Temperance was led to a stable. That was to be her sleeping place. It looked comfortable now, but in winter Temperance knew it would be very cold. 

“What happens if I were to become sick sleeping with the animals?” She boldly asked. 

Mrs. Capsicum spoke harshly. “Anything’s good enough for a slave.”

This infuriated Temperance. “I am not your slave!” She exclaimed angrily. “I am a person.” She finished.

The lady stepped forward, grabbed the girl’s jaw, and with the other hand, slapped her across the face. She then whispered in Temperance’s ears, “If you do that again, it’ll be the horse whip for you.” She smiled smugly and stalked away.

After that, Temperance spoke no more to any of the household. Without even washing her bloody face, eyes, and nose, she snuggled up in a horse pen underneath the warm hay, and went to sleep dreaming of Mother.


Temperance woke up.

“Hey, you’re awake!”

“What?” She rubbed her eyes and looked at the figure before her. “Gideon?”

“That’s me!” Gideon was filling up a bucket of water from the horse trough. He gently dipped a rag in the water and wiped Temperance’s eyes, causing her to flinch because it burned. 

“You’ve got an awful cut there, lass. Guess you can’t keep yourself out of trouble, can you?” He chuckled. 

Temperance slightly touched her eye. It burned from the many times it was slapped. “It hurts,” She managed to say. Suddenly, she remembered something. “Gideon, what happened to the baby?” Her face grew worried.

“It’s alright. She went to a safe home. The preacher and his wife said they wanted a baby girl, so…so they adopted her.” He looked sad.

Temperance was too. “Well, at least some of us will grow up happy.” Temperance looked out the door and sighed. “And free,” She added quietly.

Gideon sat down next to her, for he had been kneeling while he dealt with her eye. “You know, growing up, I always wanted to be a…” He felt embarrassed.

“Gideon,” Temperance began. “It’s okay.” 

Gideon nodded and went on. “I always wanted to be a musketeer, or a fighter, or anything like that!. We have fighting blood in our veins, Temperance. I just know it! My uncle’s a fighter, but Father—he always told me, ‘A boy of fourteen should be learning a trade, not a silly job like becoming a musketeer’.” He sighed. “I never did earn Father’s pride.”

“I didn’t know you were so young. I thought you had to be at least sixteen or—” Temperance bit her tongue.

Gideon stared at her in confusion.

Temperance’s face turned red. She looked down. “Never mind.” She said.

Gideon chuckled. “You nearly slept the day away. But there’s always a chance Madam will need us. When you hear someone ring the bell, that is when a slave is needed.” Gideon sighed. “That’s when we’ll be needed. Cheer up though. Mayhap we’ll escape and run far away from here. That is, if we find James.” 

The thought almost made her cry. 

“James could be anywhere. He could be right across town, or perhaps a hundred miles away. I do hope whoever buys him is not cruel. I hope they treat him well.” With that thought in mind, she straightened up. “I won’t act lesser than I am, simply because I am treated like a dog. I shall be civilized and—and perhaps when I escape, I’ll even become a grand lady. But I shall never become a lady like Mrs. Capsicum. Her very name disturbs me.”

“Even if you hate it, Tem, you must call her Madam. If you even say her name, you might get punished severely.” He leaned closer and whispered, “I heard a slave call her Mrs. Capsicum and she called her husband to ‘beat the tar out of this filthy slave’. She says she will not allow such a creature to say her glorious name.” He almost laughed. 

Temperance noticed how he called her ‘Tem.’ Father used to call her that when he wasn’t drunk. But he was always very harsh and cruel now.

“I’m glad you’re here, Gideon. I was afraid I’d be trapped here alone. But it’s nice to have a friend. An ally.”

Gideon agreed. “We have to protect each other, and stand up for each other. Don’t worry. This won’t last forever I tell you.” He stood up. “We shall see the dawn of freedom.”

 1763

J U N E 

C H  A  P  T  E  R   Ten—

The days carried on slowly. Temperance tried to mind her manners and remain silent, but inside she was screaming. She was letting all her thoughts explode. It was a very difficult task not to let them all out, but luckily, Temperance succeeded. Gideon helped, of course. He talked to her and encouraged her through tough times. As the weeks went by, they began to become very close friends. 


The days grew hotter and most nights, Madam was out partying or in court trying to convince the police that she did in fact pay her monthly bills.


The rare times that Temperance and Gideon weren’t needed, they snuck off to town to look for James and enjoy the fresh air.

Temperance put down a book she was admiring and gazed across the busy street to a girl that looked to be about her age, only this girl was plumper and healthier. Temperance felt a slight ounce of jealousy rise up within her. 

“She gets to be free and wears a fancy, silk gown with a parasol, while I have to be a slave and do nothing but work and serve.” There was much hatred in her voice.

“Temperance please, not again. Just look away.” Gideon took her by the arm and led her to a little shop called Nick Knacks and Little Things.

“Why did you bring me here?”Temperance demanded.

“Well, I had to get you away from that girl! You looked like you were gonna punch her or somethin’!”

Temperance turned away angrily. “I may be in bondage, but I am not an animal! I am still a civilized being!” She stomped her foot. “I would never, ever, ever punch a human person in the face.” She caught her breath. “Except maybe you, of course.” With that, she stomped away. Gideon went after her.

“Hey Tem, wait up! Temperance! Temperance Constance!” 

Temperance stopped in her tracks. “How do you know my middle name?” She stepped forward. “I demand to know!” She shouted. 

“Okay, okay, okay. I only asked James. But don’t you think—” He inhaled a deep breath, knowing he was probably about to get slapped. “Don’t you think you should give up fighting? At least until we escape?” He backed away a few steps, but Temperance followed.

“You want to…Give up?” Instead of slapping him, she said quietly, almost in a whisper, “My middle name is Constance, is it not?” With that, she walked away. 


When they arrived home, Gideon once again tried to calm her. “If you just pretend to like it here, they’ll never guess that we’re planning to run away. They might even trust us enough to let us into town. But if you keep on acting the way you, we’ll never get out of here.”

Temperance sat on a bale of hay, her arms crossed. “I just want my brother.”

Monday, September 13, 2021

Announcement..

 Hi everyone!I just wanted to announce that  The Dawn of Freedom will be published very soon and will be available on amazon, and also that the next story will be,





Heart of Courage!!

Try to see past the 9 WORDS sign on it. that was by accident....

I'm really excited for this one, and I hope it turns out! It's based in medieval times and is an adventure story. 

Anyway, that was all. But here's the final cover for dawn of freedom.



And here's another cover that I may never actually write, but I still think it's fun to design them(: I wrote some for this story, but 

I
never got around to finishing it.
That's all for today!
-Elena


Tuesday, September 7, 2021

The Dawn of Freedom Chp. 8

1762

M A Y 

C H  A  P  T  E  R   Eight— 

“It’s alright. No one’s going to hurt you, lad. You’re safe.” 

James awoke. He must’ve fell asleep as soon as he got on the horse with his new master.

The man took a wet cloth from a bowl of water, and placed it on James’ forehead. 

“My name is Clark. Clark Grey. I may have bought you, but to me you’re not a slave. I am still your master though.” He felt James’ forehead. “You have a fever. But would you like me to tell you about my work? You may have to take over it, if I am to die suddenly.” 

James’ nodded his head silently. He said not a word.

“I am a potter. I make pots and pans, and almost any piece of kitchenware. But I am also a blacksmith. I will teach you my trades, and hopefully we will become good friends.” Clark’s face was kind, but James knew he couldn’t trust him. At least not yet.


An hour passed. James was slightly recovered. He still had a sore throat along with swollen red arms from being tied up with the awful ropes.


James gazed out the little square window in Clark’s house. America. The New World. I’m really here.

“Have you always wanted to go to the New World?” Clark asked, as if he read James’ mind.

James looked back at him, but still said nothing. He only nodded his head. 

“You’re not much of a talker, are you?” Clark was cooking fish stew over a fire in the kitchen.

James still said nothing.

“Come to the kitchen. Let me get you a bowl of fish stew. It might make you feel better. You’ve had a very long journey from…let’s see…did they say the Netherlands?”

James nodded once more. He reached his arm out and tried to find his way to the kitchen. 

Clark noticed his movement. “Are you…are you blind, son?”

James shook his head. “I…I lost…I lost my spectacles.”

Clark gave him a compassionate look. “Son, you didn’t really lose them, did you?”

How did he know? James wondered. James responded to Clark’s question, although he knew that Clark already knew the answer. “My father…he broke them. He was mad because my mother used her savings…to buy them for me.”

Clark looked serious. “Is your eyesight really that bad?”

James gulped. “It—it’s pretty bad. The doctor told me if I don’t wear glasses, then…I’ll be blind.” 

Clark decided, “I’ll get you spectacles. It may take some time to save up, since things can be pricey in America. But don’t you worry. I’ll get them somehow.” Clark poured James a small bowl of the stew. It may not have smelled or looked very pleasant, but it was surprisingly good tasting. James was grateful.


The rest of the evening was spent with Clark doing his molding and teaching James how to make the clay. 


At night, James laid awake in the little wooden bed he was given. He thought about Temperance. Where was she? His head hurt from thinking.

Clark saw he was distraught. “What ails you, lad? Is there something you want?” His voice sounded concerned.

James sat up looked directly into Clark’s blue eyes. His point was clear: “I want my sister.”

Thursday, September 2, 2021

Just a short-unfinished story

Buried 

          T r e a s u r e 

E L E N A   D E N V E R


Hi everyone, this is just a short story that I probably won't finish. But just for fun i'm posting it on here. It's supposed to be adventure and comedy, but I never got to the main part of the story.



Chapter One

Cambri set down her bag and plopped down on the old sofa. “What a day!” She exclaimed exhaustingly. She rubbed her forehead wearily, just counting down the seconds before Nicholas should run in the door, home from school.

“1, 2, 3—”

“School break!” Nicholas pounced on the sofa and repeatedly jumped up and down still yelling.

“Nicholas, would you quiet down for a minute? I had a hard time from work.” Cambri frowned at the thought.

“You got fired, right?” Came Nicholas’ cheerful-over-anything voice.

“How on earth, did you find out?”

“At school. Samantha Gingers found out and she’s done nothin’ but yak about it all day.” Nicholas held in a laugh. “The whole school knows!”

Cambri laid her head back on the arm rest, her hands hiding her face. “Great. Out of everyone in the community, Samantha found out first!” Cambri blew her blonde hair from blocking her eyes. I should have never got bangs. She complained. Cambri sat up and went to the kitchen. She looked in each cabinet for food. “Nicky, you hungry?” She hollered from across the room.

“Yeah, a bit. But we don’t have anything…do we…”

Cambri turned to face him. “Who told you that?”

Nicholas hesitated. “Samantha.”

Cambri shrugged her shoulders. “Can’t say I’m surprised. But Nicky—”

Nicholas paused from going down the hall. “Yeah?”

“Don’t believe what that Samantha says. She only thinks we’re poor, just because she’s engaged to a wealthy man. But that doesn’t mean anything, understand?”

Nicholas nodded. “Yeah, sure.” 

Cambri sighed. Without Mom and Dad, life had been so hard. Cambri and her brother had moved into a small house, barely being able to pay the rent. Cambri had to use up her college money, because of the situation. Mom and Dad had both died in a car accident when Nicholas was five. Three years had gone by, where Cambri was the only provider. Besides some great-great uncle they hardly knew. But they hadn’t heard from him for years. 

Cambri pushed the bad memories out of her head. She had to move on. 


She looked at the coupon for Raman’s Pizza Pies. 

“Only ten dollars.” She whispered. It was tempting, but as a substitute for a parent, Cambri couldn’t only think about what they wanted to eat, but what they could afford. And right now, saving was the only thing they could do.

“Hey, Nicholas, do you want spaghetti, or…” Cambri searched the cabinet. “Spaghetti.” She finished.

Cambri poured the small box of angel hair in the pot and turned the stove up. While she waited for the water to boil, Cambri took a seat at the table. “What am I gonna do for a job?” She wondered aloud.

She looked at the newspaper before her. 


Celebrating the Grand Opening of

TIDLEY’S RESTAURNT 

Waitresses needed

Cambri held the paper in her hands. “A job as a waitress in a fancy restaurant doesn’t sound too bad.”


Chapter Two

Cambri fell asleep at the counter, the paper still in her hands. Suddenly, she woke to a light bubbling sound. “Oh, no, the water!” Cambri rushed up and before you could say “disaster” there was boiling hot water all over the floor and all over Cambri.

“Ahh!!” She stomped her feet and quickly ran her red hands over cold water. 

“Well, there goes dinner.”


The morning sun peeked over the houses and lighted up the neighborhood. This was the day that Cambri wanted to try to apply for the job at Tidley’s Restaurant. 


She left a note on the counter saying,

Dear Nicky,

I’m sorry that I won’t have time to pack you lunch today. Here’s some money for the cafeteria.

—Cammy 


It was quite some time later, that Nicholas found the note. He squinted to see the words. “Cafeteria? She knows I’m on school break.”


Cambri looked at the clock. “No, No, No, I’m running late!” She hopped in the car and twisted the keys in place. Nothing. She took them out and tried again. Still nothing. “Out of all the days to be late! What am I gonna do?” Cambri looked around. She spotted Nicholas’ bike.

“That’ll have to do.”


Nicholas looked around the house. “She’s never left me home before. But I’m eight now, so I guess I’m practically a grown-up.”


Beep! Beep! Cars zoomed past on the highway, honking and missing Cambri on Nicholas’ bike by an inch. “This was a bad ideaaaaa!”

Zoom!

Dorthy Jones looked out her kitchen window and spotted Cambri. “What on earth is she doing?” She quickly got her binoculars to get a closer look. “Howard, look at this. Some lady—wait a minute, that’s Cambri Carthway!” 


Nicholas looked out the window. “The car’s still here. I wonder why. Hmm…this needs a detective’s work.”


Finally, Cambri arrived, out of breath. She noticed all the people nearby staring at her. But right now, Cambri really just didn’t care.

Cambri parked the bike and went inside. She went to a man behind a desk. “Excuse me, but where can I apply for the job?”

“The job?” The man looked at her, like she was dumb.

“Yeah. The job. You’s have posters all over town, saying that waitresses are needed.”

The man looked at papers by his desk and kept wounding his tongue around his mouth. It was annoying.

“I’m sorry, Miss, but there seems to be a mistake. We don’t need any waitresses.”

“But the posters—” 

“That was yesterday. Now it is today. Bye bye.”

“But sir—”

“I’m so very sorry, but we have no use of you. I’m afraid you are going to have to dispose of yourself. Quickly.”

Cambri wanted to scream. I came all this way on my little brother’s bike, just to be turned down?

Cambri suddenly heard yelling. 

“Out! Out! Out! Fired! You are fired!” 

A waitress ran out crying. 

The man behind the desk rolled his eyes. “You got the job.”

Cambri was given a uniform and told directly what to do. The restaurant was beautiful. It had marble floors and glass statues of the owner. The one in charge seemed to be very wealthy.

This was the moment where Cambri was to meet the owner.

Cambri was so nervous. Never before, had she a job that was this fancy.

Suddenly, the doors burst open and out came a short, stubby. French man. He hollered in French to the servants and then inspected Cambri. 

“Bonjour Mademoiselle, my name is Tidley De La Fontaine. I own this place, as you see. Everything here is to be perfecto, in place, and then voila! It will be a masterpiece.”

His accent was so strong, Cambri almost laughed. Tidley? What kind of a name is that? Samantha had a kitten named Tidley, but…

“Girl! Are you even listening?”

“Uh, yes, yes, of course. Of course. Sir.”

Tidley looked up at her and wore a disgusted expression. “If anything goes wrong—” He snapped his fingers. “You will be fired.”

“Understood. Tidley.”

“It’s Monsieur Fontaine, to you.”  

“Oh, right. Of course.” Cambri smiled sheepishly.


She rode back on the bike contently. “Well, that wasn’t so bad for a change.” She looked away only for a minute and then—

“Get outta the way!!”

Honk!!!

“Ahh!” Cambri steered the bike right and pulled over in a small patch of grass.

“Lady, are you crazy?” A man pulled over in a shiny red car next to her. He seemed to be young. “You almost got yourself killed!”

Cambri panted, trying to catch her breath. When she looked up, the man gasped.

“I know you. You were that wacko driving a kid’s bike in the middle of the highway.”

Cambri nodded. “Yup, that’s me.”

The man reached out his hand. “The name’s Ryan. Ryan Moorefield.”

Cambri shook his hand. “My name’s Cambri. Cambri Carthway.”

“I, uh, I’d give you a ride home, but my seats are packed with stuff.”

“Oh, that’s okay. Well, I’d better get home soon, Nicky—” Cambri’s eyes widened like saucers. “I got to go!”

She jumped back on the bike and zoomed away before Ryan could even say goodbye.

“Strange girl.” He muttered.


Chapter Three

Cambri raced home but when she got close to her destination, she was too late. I had a feeling this would happen. 

A cop car was at her house with Nicholas and Dorthy Jones. 

Cambri parked the bike and went inside.

“And I just had to come over and see what was the matter! And just to think—Nicky, poor, little Nicky, was left here all by himself. Being a responsible citizen and a true friend of their mother’s, I knew it was my duty to run over and make sure everything was alright.” 

Dorthy chattered on, but when Cambri opened the door, the chattering stopped.

“Miss…uh…Carthway, is it?”

“Yes, sir.”

“We’ve already done an inspection, which went well, and your brother here has told me you’ve never done this before. But I still need to give you a warning fee. If this ever happens again, we might have to take the child with us.” The officers tipped their hat and went outside, with Dorthy following.

Cambri sat on the couch. She looked at the fee. “Great. Just great. Dorthy Jones is the most—”

“Cambri.” Came Nicholas’ quiet voice. “Don’t be mad. It’ll all work out.”

Cambri pulled him close. She reached for the nearest blanket and snuggled together. There, they fell asleep and didn’t wake until the morning.


Beep, beep, beep! Beep, beep, beep! Beep, beep, beep!

Cambri woke up. She heard her alarm go off from inside her bedroom.

She forced herself to wake up and quickly turned it off before it woke Nicolaus. 

She looked at her phone. 

9:00

She jumped up. “Today’s the first day of work! Can’t be late!”

Cambri finished eating and dressed herself. Then, she woke Nicolaus and made sure he brushed his teeth. 

“Today’s a big day, Nicky.” She said as she combed her hair.

“Why?” Asked Nicolaus.

“I’m going to work at a restaurant. But I’m gonna need you to be on your extra good behavior.”

“Why?”

“You’re gonna spend some time at Judy Philips’ house. Just ‘till I get home.”

“Oh, Cambri! Judy’s house? She’ll have me dressing dolls and styling her hair!”

“It’s only for today. Don’t complain, ok? I need to make a good first impression on all the people there today.” 


Chapter Four

Cambri dropped off Nicholas at her friend, Mindy’s house, and she quickly drove to the restaurant. Mindy had helped her with her car battery. She said, “Next time you car breaks down, just use mine. Don’t make yourself look like a weirdo in the middle of town.”


Cambri arrived. She walked inside and smelled the sweet, sweet, smell of bacon, eggs, toast, sausages…her mind trailed off and Tidley was waving his gloved hands in her face.

“Hello? Anyone up there?” He knocked on her forehead. 

Cambri snapped back to real life. “Yes, sir?”

“We have an order here, waiting to be delivered.”

“Right away, sir.” 

People began crowding in. The place was very crowded. You could smell the delicious smells of food being made, while also listen to the relaxing music of the violinists, pianos, people who played the saxophones, and the musicians with the clarinets. It was all so fancy, Cambri didn’t feel in place.


She gave the family their food, and as she was walking back to the kitchen, Tidley grabbed her arm and took her down the hall.

“Listen to me! You don’t hold platters like that-a, but like this-a!” He showed her the correct way, holding the platter with one hand. “And walk delicately and graceful, like a—a peacock, yes, yes, yes. Just like this.” 

Cambri nodded. “Will do sir.”

The day passed slowly, and as more people left, even more people arrived. Ryan was one of them.

He sat at a table with his parents.

Cambri didn’t notice.


Cambri had a really big order and she was carefully balancing it on her hand, when suddenly—

Someone’s foot was in the way.

Someone spilled a glass of water.

Cambri slipped, and plop!

The platter flew in the air about to land on the owner. 

Cambri jumped. “Noooo!”

Smash! She landed on the table, Ryan’s table, and the platter of desert landed on Tidley’s face.

Cambri looked up. Her face, arms and legs were covered in cream cheese and cherry pudding. Not to mention her big toe was in the mustard.

The music stopped.

Tidley wiped the food off his face. He pointed to Cambri and screamed, “Fired! Fired! You are fired!”

He screamed a bunch of things in French and then stalked down the hall. Cambri looked to the side. 

Ryan was still holding his fork suspending in the air. “Hi.” He said.

Cambri’s head plopped back down on the plate of pudding. She was so tired, she really just didn’t care.Chapter Four

Cambri drove home and showered. Later, she picked up Nicky. She told her best friend Mindy, everything that had happened.

She cried and sniffled, and kept blowing her nose.

“I don’t know what to do! I’ll never get a job.” She said, and then blew her nose again.

“It’s okay, it’ll all work out. Someday.” Mindy tried to comfort her, but she had to admit, it was kind of funny.


Cambri sat on the couch. Nicholas brushed his teeth.

Cambri pouted. “I can’t believe this. I looked like a…like a wacko, that’s what. First the bike, then the restaurant!”

She went to bed early and thought about what had happened that night.


It was morning. Cambri had dressed and was ready to collect the mail. But instead of the usual taxes and junk, it was one small letter. But there was no return address.  

Cambri brought it inside and sat down at the table. There was no name for the mysterious sender, either.

“Who could this be from?” She wondered aloud.

She tore off the envelope and read.

Dear niece and nephew,

I’m sorry that I have not been here for the hard times that you have been going through. I am very old and am dying and I leave you a great inheritance. I leave some of this to my dear friend and his relatives. I hope you will make the journey. Come to Europe to claim you share. I am sure your life will be very different if you do.


Cambri dropped the letter, her eyes in shock. Finally, she reread the part, great inheritance.

Suddenly, she blinked back to real life and her eyes widened in happiness. She stood up and called Nicholaus. “Nicky! Nicky, come quick! We’re rich!”


Chapter Five

Nicholaus ran down the hall, fast as lightning. “What do you mean?”

“Nicky, look! Look what it says!” Cambri showed him the words. 

Nicholas grinned. “Are we going, Cambri?”
“Are we going? Course we are! First thing tomorrow!”


The car was packed and Nicholaus had just finished breakfast. Now, the two of them were off.

“So…where are we going?”

“Europe.”

“Europe? Isn’t that…I don’t know, but like a thousand miles away?” Nicholaus leaned back in his seat. “I’m bored.”

Cambri sighed and turned on the radio. “Just sit back and relax.”









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