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  1. Peach 00

    Autumn

    By Peach 00,

    Yeah, I wrote this a long time ago when it was getting close to winter time. I couldn't resist posting it here. =P
     
    ~:~
     

    Autumn






     

    Summer’s leaves



    Fallen



    Turned to orange and yellow



    Found beneath the silver trees






     

    The colors in a swirl



    The brown and green



    Coursing with the yellow



    All in an autumn whirl






     

    The sky still holds



    The pearly clouds above



    The sun still shines



    On the faded green pines






     

    Colder weather



    O, don’t we love?



    The breezes flow



    Past the trees above






     

    The leaves begin to fall



    Representing the beginning



    Of the beautiful season—



    Autumn






     
     
    ~:~
     
    Well, there you go. I went in and out of rhyming, so that's why the last stanza didn't rhyme. Anyway, enjoy. =]
  3. Peach 00

    R.i.p Dan Wheldon

    By Peach 00,

    British two-time winner of the Indy 500 Dan Wheldon, 33, died yesterday at the last race of the Indycar season at Las Vegas in a horrific 15 car crash. I suggest people who haven't seen the crash yet shouldn't, because it is a truly terrifying accident. Wheldon's car flew up into the catch-fence and he was seriously injured. Two hours later it was pubilcally announced he was dead.
     
    This is indeed a tragic loss and is a tremendous loss to the racing world.
  4. Peach 00

    Pumpkin Cheesecake

    By Peach 00,

    My mom's making one for Thanksgiving. I'd help her, but being sick puts a damper on that. Anyway, my parents were kind enough to get me some glass beads and lobster claws for making jewelry, as well as these awesome Mario pajamas. Even though it's kind of kid-ish, they're still really comfortable. : D
     
    Also, the new Danger Close chapter will be up on Friday...hopefully. Still editing it and finishing it up.
  6. Peach 00

    Winter Years

    By Peach 00,

    Winter Years



    By Peach 00


     
    The cold bitter weather – it always came early in the year, especially up north. Within the long pasture, there was almost two feet of snow piled up high, almost to my knees each time I stepped with heavy snow boots. I could only stare at this winter wonderland the sky and clouds had created for us, a natural heaven for only the two of us to enjoy. But for me, I only thought of those missing from my life.
     
    I stood, just looking upward at the grey, overcast weather that hovered above the two of us. Suddenly I felt the hard hit of a ball formation strike my leg, and for a moment I nearly yelped at the cold hit. I gawked at the area to my left, seeing my friend grin at her ghoulish wit and prankster attitude.
     
    “What were you gazing at?” she asked. “You know I always hit distracted people.” She expressed that same wolfish grin, a glee seeming to build inside her. I smiled back, wiping the snow off the jeans I wore. But as I was bending down, I quickly took a mound of snow and threw at her. It hit her square in the chest, although I had made sure it wouldn’t be a hard hit. She laughed at my competitive nature.
     
    “It doesn’t feel so good, does it?” I said, laughing. But she took it in stride, without a care in the world as she smirked at me. That same grin that Marianne could always cheer me up with… “I suggest we declare snowball warfare. Your thoughts?”
     
    “Sure. We’ve got plenty of time, it’s only ten now,” Marianne responded. “Any specific rules?” I put a gloved finger to my chin, thinking carefully. A set of rules dawned on me, and it didn’t take me long to organize my thoughts.
     
    “Yeah,” I answered. “Rule number one: No going across this – ” I paused for a moment to search for a stick, and when I found one, I drew a bold line across the flat area. “ – boundary, as this is my territory. Yours – ” Again, I paused to draw another bold line at least twenty feet away from my line. “ – is over there.
     
    “Rule number two: No barricades or snow walls. You can build piles of snow so you have a snowball supply, but no barricades. Rule number three: When a player has fallen or is taking ten seconds or more to get up, you are not allowed to throw snowballs at them.”
     
    “That all of them, Sarah?” she questioned, and I nodded. “In that case, I’ll be building a few snow piles. We’ve got two minutes, let’s say?” I shrugged, but still nodded.
     
    Carefully I walked on the snow, beginning to build tall crystallized snow edifices as a strong snowball supply. I suddenly felt the soft and gentle touch of a snow flake hit my cheek, like powdered sugar falling from the sky as flurries started to blow in the bitter wind. I paused for a moment, staring at my friend.
     
    Marianne was considered a very tall girl for her age, only being fourteen. She was at least five-foot six, which was a little taller than most of those who were her age. She had long brown hair, unable to see because most of it was tucked underneath the bobble-headed knit had she wore. She had lovely brown eyes that showed a small amount of emotion, but always had a friendly look about them.
     
    Of course, that was always her nature, whether it was translated into a more aggressive approach to friendship. This meant pranks and jokes, but when she embarrassed somebody or made fun of them more than anybody else, it usually meant she had a soft spot for the person and considered them a friend.
     
    For a moment, I simply sniffed at the air, catching a whiff of a sweet aroma. I saw the line of eleagnus bushes far down the pasture, and I gazed at the rose garden that was some hundred feet away, up near Marianne’s house. Even though the scent of the eleagnus was powerful, the roses that grew at the garden housed a wonderful smell within the flower. But the distraction of the smell threw me off guard, as Marianne began to pelt me with snowballs.
     
    “Remember what I said earlier?” she said, laughing once again with that same smile. I duck behind the snow structure, taking a clump of snow from the pinnacle. Smoothing it with my hands and creating it to be a powdery ball, I brought my arm back and thrust the ball forward.
     
    I watched as the ball took aim at her shoulder, and I began forming another snowball. It didn’t take long for me to gain a lead in points, as each hit counted as a point. She had hit me three times and I had hit her five. Of course, I knew this lead wouldn’t last long.
     
    Eventually we both stopped, and just sat down. We began talking – things happening in the world, what careers we might choose in the future – everything. She would smile every once and awhile at my responses and what I’d ask. Even though I was basically still a kid (I was twelve-years-old), she still treated me as though I was her age.
     
    We both passed questions back and forth, even if they were simplistic and repeated. “What movies have you seen recently?” I asked. She almost laughed at first, but she still answered.
     
    “If you mean in the movie theater, then no,” she said. “Everything costs too much in theaters, but I saw the last addition to the Harry Potter series recently.” A smile touched my lips for a moment as I basically played the movie in my head.
     
    “I saw that one in theaters with a friend of mine,” I responded. “Filling candy in our pocketbooks makes for less spending, considering candy is expensive at the movie theater. You can get a pack of eight small candies for a dollar, yet you can get a four-ounce package of Junior Mints for three dollars.”
     
    She laughed at my acknowledgement, showing a grin on her face. It turned to just a smile as her eyes gazed at my face. “You know, you’re rather smart,” she said, hiding nothing and being quite frank.
     
    “Isn’t that the object when you’re learning things?” I joked, and she couldn’t help but giggle ever so slightly.
     
    “You know what I mean,” Marianne replied, still smiling. “You know a lot about things that others your age don’t care to understand. At your age, girls are still playing with their dolls and having their secret handshakes, their Hello Kitty backpacks and things. You seem more mature.”
     
    “My brothers tend to rub off on me, I suppose,” I answered. “I can participate in conversations with other people around three to five years older than me, conversations with adults. I can counsel friends and the like in bad times, whenever their feeling down. I like to cheer people up and solve their problems. To make them feel better, you know?”
     
    For a moment we stayed silent, and she just moved her gloved hand back and forth in the snow. It was rather awkward, but reluctantly I began another conversation.
     
    “Y’know, I’ve always been interested in psychiatry,” I said to her. “My family seems like an interesting case-study - like preview to how well I can solve people’s problems and help them. My parents argue a lot, and I figure I go back and forth between caring if they stay together or not caring if they stay together. Maybe it’s just me.”
     
    “What do you do when they argue?” Marianne questioned.
     
    “Luckily enough for me,” I began, “I don’t live with my parents. My brother moved out, and so did my other brother. I asked if I could go with them, and they let me tag along. So, our house just consists of me and my two brothers. I have no clue what’s happened with my parents, and although I may not seem like I care, I kinda do.”
     
    She bowed her head for a moment, and then I continued.
     
    “I hear them argue and I can only think of reasons that would help them,” I said. “Reasons they don’t realize most of the time. It depends, honestly.”
     
    She shrugged, and then I began to stand. “Let’s get out of this conversation,” I began quickly. “It’s bringing back some memories I don’t exactly like remembering, to be honest.” Marianne smiled, and it didn’t take us long to find an exciting activity within the snow-covered pasture. I looked up at the sky, seeing flurries begin to form gradually.
     
    The grey skies were clouded by dark, heavy snow clouds, but I gawked at other things, like the bare, grey tree branches within the woods around. The area around wasn’t exactly a suburban area, which was nice. It was quiet, and you could hear the squirrels dancing and skipping across the snow lightly, the birds chirping above merrily as they fed their younglings and built nests. I could always see rabbits burrowing into the ground while deer gracefully frolicked in the winter weather.
     
    Winter was always lovely, but I missed the warm, sunny days of autumn weather.
     
    “Hey,” I said suddenly. “Why don’t we make a snowman, just for fun?” Marianne chuckled, grinning.
     
    “Everybody makes a snowman just for fun,” she answered. “But, what the heck, let’s do it.” I knelt down to meet the ground, taking a lump of snow and already beginning to roll it. She did the same, and within a minute the two snowballs were already a foot tall. Of course, there was still at least two feet of snow on the ground.
     
    Eventually, we had a two feet high snowball, putting a foot-high one on top of it. In width, it was at least a foot to two feet wide. We rolled another snowball, a half a foot in width and a half a foot in height. This we put on the top, and now we only had the minor things left – the finishing touches.
     
    “All right, I say we snap twigs in half and put them as eyes and a smile,” I suggested. “For the nose, take a long stick and snap it just so it has a point at the end,” We followed my suggestions, and finally I took small, thick branch.
     
    “What are you doing, Sarah?” Marianne asked in an almost nervous tone.
     
    “Dear snowman, have a cigar,” I responded, and both of us laughed. I aimed the ‘cigar’ towards the mouth of the snowman. “You’re gonna go far.” Marianne chortled, a vibrant expression appearing on her face. “All right, now what?”
     
    “Why don’t we walk around the woods?” Marianne suggested. “There are bridges around here, if you haven’t already seen them. There are plenty of walkways and paths I know, so let’s go follow one of those trails.” I nodded, and I followed her direction as we began to saunter through the woods.
     
    As we walked, we talked more. “You know what I’ve always wanted?” I said suddenly. She shook her head, a look of wonder in her eyes. It was almost as though there a question hidden between the brown.
     
    “What?”
     
    “This beautiful necklace at that little jewelry store in town,” I answered. “It’s this gold necklace with a beautiful garnet stone, and it has these little, dark yellow gems surrounding it. Every stone is embedded in a wonderful, teardrop-shaped gold encasement. Every week I go down there just to look at it and try it on…to look at myself in the mirror. The garnet matches my red hair, and all the yellow stones seem to match with the green of my eyes.”
     
    Marianne smiled, and I could see she was imagining it in her mind. I sighed quietly, knowing that having that would cost too much beyond what I had or even what my brother’s make in a week.
     
    “I can see it being very pretty,” she said. For the meantime, we just talked and continued to walk through the woods, and I only could think of that necklace for the time being.
     

    *~:~*


     
    After about four hours of fun out in the snow, we returned to our respective homes. It was now a week after I had last seen Marianne. My brothers, with their usual curiosity and caring nature (which they only adopted after I joined them at the house), asked me how the day went. When I went outside to grab the mail from the mailbox, I saw something wrapped in a small, blue package on the ground.
     
    At the top there was a small piece of paper and a translucent, cream-tinted ribbon wrapped around it. I also noticed a pair of keys, which confused me, but I knelt down to view the paper, unfolding it to read it.
     
    Dear Sarah,
     
    I gave you this paper so you would know that my family will be out of town for a few days. Here are the keys to our house, so you and your brothers can maybe clean the house. For your troubles, I have enclosed a small token of my appreciation for doing this and for the walk in the woods.
    I hope things might get better for you soon, and I hope you enjoy my gift.
     
    Sincerely,
    Marianne
     
    I put down the piece of paper, feeling tenderness in my heart. I quickly began to open the little box, and I saw a small, black velvet case on the inside. I opened the velvet case, and my heart skipped a beat.
     
    That necklace…that necklace I had always loved so much. I could have sworn I was hearing my heart thumping within my chest at the surprise. I didn’t know what to feel, to say, to do – it confused me at how she had gotten it. But I was nonetheless thankful, and I took it gently from the case to point around my neck.
     
    It was a simple present, but it meant the world to me – not just because it was the necklace, but the thought that was in it. I knew it would always hold a special place in my heart, as I would remember it for a long time.
     
    I would remember it in these winter years.
     

    *~:~*


     
    Well, there's the story. I hope anybody who reads it enjoys it - comments and critique are welcome.
  8. Peach 00

    I'm Sick

    By Peach 00,

    Woke up this morning with a sore throat. The one good side of it is, I can at least try to do school, get on BZP, maybe play games, and watch TV. The downside is, I'm sick. And that I'm probably going to be sick through Thanksgiving, and maybe on Monday and through holidays. Wonderful. -.-
     
    Well, I guess it's good this isn't happening at Christmas. Better it happens now.
  9. Peach 00
    Anybody remember that entry? Yeah, I'm restarting it for more people to see. All the once slots filled were cleared because I reviewed all the MOCs and stories, except for one slot. Anyway, here's how it works to those who don't know it: You submit any form of story, art, MOC, comics, or whatever you need reviewed and I'll review. There are ten slots (nine currently), and when they're filled up, requests won't be taken. However, I can still take reviews through PMs, but I might take longer with the review. Here's the list:
     
    1. Chi Keeper Cho Voxumo-Chan The Switch Mirror (AWAITING REVIEW)
    2. Xinlo: Spirit of Sonics Destiny Quest (AWAITING REVIEW)
    3. Grant-Sud Divided We Fall (AWAITING REVIEW)
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    7.
    8.
    9.
    10.
     
    Well, request anything. There are plenty of slots to fill.
     
    (Also, on another note, another chapter of Danger Close is up. Not a new one, or not that I can remember. The last one that I have on the chapter index I haven't written in full yet. Anyway, link.)
  10. Peach 00

    It's Back

    By Peach 00,

    That's right everybody, Danger Close is back! Not to forget new blog name and very small changes I've made.
     
    Go read DC, and afterwards tell me your thoughts on the small differences.
  11. Peach 00

    Lack Of Awareness On Bzp

    By Peach 00,

    It’s come to my attention that there is an enormous lack of actual awareness of talent – whether it’s about a writer, artist, comic maker, or even a MOCer. It seems to me BZP doesn’t recognize talent anymore, and doesn’t care for it whatsoever. Although there is no actual way to prove this point, it is true in most cases.
     
    Now, let’s create a hypothetical situation, with a person that joins the site and starts posting stories/art/comics/MOCs. He/she doesn’t get any recognition, even if they went to all the trouble of writing just so people can critique or view the story/art/comic/MOC. Even if they show links in their signatures or on their profiles, they won't get noticed.
     
    Now, what I’m about to say isn’t meant in any offense, but it seems that the community basically follows the popular members. Some of these popular members (not going to name names here) do deserve the credit they’ve been given and the respective reviews, but I think some just aren’t all that talented. There are really popular comic makers whom I’ve seen that just aren’t that good.
     
    However, authors are usually always talented, while some just need the reviews. Some aren’t noticed because they’re basically tossed aside for the more popular people. I’m somewhere in between popular and not really noticed, but leaning more towards unnoticed. None of my stories really get recognition, even though most of the time I write them just so people can view them. My epic that I reposted only has gotten one review since I put it back up, which was from the ECC because I wasn’t getting any reviews. To save my review topic from falling to the bottom of the pages I asked them, and ever since then, I still haven’t gotten a review.
     
    But, this just isn’t about me. Each category falls into the eye of the community, some categories usually having newer and older members getting reviews. Now, this doesn’t apply to Comedies when I mention writers, but the same basic scenario occurs, but sometimes the talent isn’t original. No offense to some people, but that’s just the way I see it.
     
    Nonetheless, I think that the less-noticed talents should be known and people should be aware of these young, talented artists or writers or builders. Everybody deserves their time in the spotlight, even if it isn’t long. And, any little comment makes these people feel good. But even if it is a little comment, still keep it constructive and a little bit of positive and negative so they can improve.
  14. Peach 00

    Soon To Come

    By Peach 00,

    Yeah guys, you should be expecting a Halloween story on the 31st. I've already plotted it out, and I'm currently writing it. It's not going to be long, so many of you might be glad to hear that. (That means you, Zarayna. )
     
    Either way, when it comes, I hope you guys will enjoy it. ^.^
  16. Peach 00
    Yup, it's freezing outside (but it's not snowing) in about forty/fifty/thirty degree weather, and I'm wrapped up in a blanket sitting next to a heater. Oh, how I love winter...
     
    Yesterday I baked some cookies and brownies, and today I'm planning on making more. Sorry, if you want some, you're going to have to make the drive to where I am. =P But yay, warm baked cookies on a cold day = <3
     
    And, apparently, I have sort of some writer's block, which I had a feeling was going to happen. Either that, or I'm just giving myself an excuse not to write. Any threats people could send my way to get me to get writing again, please?
     
    But that's the basic news flash for today, but now I've got to go make some breakfast and watch the F1 India race in an hour or two. If you haven't seen any Formula One races, look up some from last year and see if you like it. 200mph+ cars are always awesome to watch. =D
  17. Peach 00

    Mmm, Pancakes

    By Peach 00,

    Yeah, I just made over 25 pancakes (Strawberry, blueberry, and chocolate chip) for my family, and I'm finally taking a break after an hour of cooking. My dad made bacon and eggs after I made pancakes, which I probably would have died doing if I made that on top of pancakes, lol.
     
    Also, I'm going to stop posting chapters until the ECC reviews Danger Close. For now, I'm just going to go play some Xbox, then maybe write, draw, or listen to music or something. ^^
     
    (And, yay, new blog name. =D)
  18. Peach 00
    ...for breaking Nigel Mansell's 14 poles in a complete season of F1, Vettel reaching 15. For those who don't know what I'm talking about, I am referring to Formula One, a racing sport unlike such as GP2, IndyCar, and Nascar. Nonetheless, Vettel secured the record with an amazing lap time around the Brazillian circuit (not sure of the specific name) in the F1 season, which was also the last qualifying session of the season.
     
    Tomorrow Vettel will be starting 1st in the grand prix, so let's wish him luck that he'll win. And for those who are the least bit curious about his background, he's a driver at Red Bull Renault, one of the twelve teams in F1. Red Bull is currently leading the world championship with Vettel at the helm, with teams like Ferrari and Mclaren Mercedes far back. Vettel had already won the championship a few races back, still having over a one hundred point lead over the contenders. This will also be Vettel's second world championship, a back-to-back victory with his first.
     
    Sebastian Vettel is a very humble driver and is very kind to his teammate and RBR team, and although rising to a similar power like that of Michael Schumacher (seven-time world champion, in the sport and at the other Mercedes team), but doesn't wish to be called that. Idolizing Schumacher since he was a kid and was karting at an early age, Vettel secured a drive as a replacement for (I might be wrong) Nick Heidfeld at BMW for one race, and appeared again at the junior Red Bull Team, STR (Scuderia Toro Rosso).
     
    After securing a point in a race at the Indianapolis GP, he finished 4th in another race at the team, which gave him the drive at RBR. The rest is history from there.
     
    Vettel is, again, a humble driver, and although beating many records since his appearance in the sport, doesn't let it overwhelm him and doesn't let his ego get in the way. Unlike others, he's a fair racer and has deserved every point he's earned. Hopefully he will evolve into a legacy and he will continue to win for a long time.
  19. Peach 00

    Stuff I Got Yesterday

    By Peach 00,

    Necklace holder
    4 pairs of jeans (I grow fast)
    2 shirts
    Beading wire
    Pink strands of pearls (not real, obviously)
    Strand of pink and silver beads

    So, in other words, I made out like a bandit.
  20. Peach 00

    Power Outage

    By Peach 00,

    Yeah, the power went out for no reason whatsoever, so I was really not happy about that. 2 to 3 hours later, it's back up, although the internet took awhile to get back up. At least after all that, I ended up having a nice bowl of spaghetti.
     
    Now, I need to go finish up a game of Monoply (I'm currently winning, as I do most of the time. ) and then play charades. A chapter of DC will be coming up in about another hour, enjoy it with my compliments.
  21. Peach 00

    Charades

    By Peach 00,

    So I just played three hours worth of Charades for the first time in my life with my family. We played Password also, and I won the second game, although the third one I started to die on a bit, lol. We only did movie titles, and the first few were easy, but the last charades were a pain.
     
    Also, side note, no Halloween story, guys - I cancelled it because I don't have enough time to write it, and I'm going to be busy writing for the Short Story contest. Maybe next year, or just a delayed Halloween story or something. You'll still get a story out of it, nonetheless.
  22. Peach 00

    Update(S)

    By Peach 00,

    Well, so far I've updated Danger Close, but I've got thirteen more chapters to post. I updated the review topic for DC and I updated the library, although I'm still trying to search for the old links so I can put them in the library. This weekend I'm hoping to update the library with all the old topics, so every keep their fingers crossed that I'll be able to add those links in. ^^
     
    But, I should be up to chapter eleven by Sunday night, if I post two chapters in a day, considering Hahli Husky has been kind enough to let everyone repost their stories up to the last chapter they posted. =]
     
    Either way, things when it comes to writing are going good so far, although I'm not sure when I'll have my SS Contest entry ready. Hopefully it'll be near the end of the month...oh, so many things to do, but not enough time to do everything. -.-
  23. Peach 00

    Cinnamon Bread

    By Peach 00,

    Just made some, also some apple bread. Took about forty or so minutes to get both mixed, poured in the pans, and in the oven. It's baking now, it has another forty/thirty minutes to bake. It's smelling gooood...
  24. Peach 00

    Tornado Watches/warnings

    By Peach 00,

    Yeah, if you people have seen the weather channel recently, I've been experiencing some tornado watches and warnings. There was a watch, then it turned into a tornado warning with it getting dark and the wind and rain picking up a little bit. It finally stopped, so after sitting in the basement, I went back upstairs and to watching the weather outside. Still currently doing that, and I'm glad its brighter out and not as much wind or rain. :'D
     
    But for the meantime, I have a story I might be posting in my blog in about another two hours or so, depends on what may happen. Not sure what the length will be, but it's non-Bionicle related. It was once a composition I had to write for school, which I still wrote, but I just revised it into a full-fledged story. Who knows, I might create it with chapters and everything.
  25. Peach 00
    If you want a really, really good story to read, go read A Moment of Fragile Courage by Grant-Sud in the CoT forum. I have only just recently read it, but it is a great and touching story. I promise, you will enjoy it and probably won't forget it. =)
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