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Hello There :)

So it's been awhile since I've written anything and I'm not sure what to tell you to expect....however there is one thing....super excited to tell you!!!

Catherine Weatherbane is coming back!!!

That's right I'm coming out of writers block for that one...actually the chapter has been written for a month I've just been to busy to send it to my beta readers...AKA Dad and Liz.

I just need to know if they think it's alright and if they like it....*ding* it'll be posted.

Now explanation for why I haven't been writing.

It's the age old tale. Summer. Yeah, summer happened...do you know how crazy summer's are, they hit you like a rocket with things to do...and if you're like me it kinda makes your head spin.

And yeah I know technically even in the busiest times you always have some free time...but you have to ask yourself, "Is this how I want to spend that time?" usually that's a no...and don't deny that you get that way too. 

Anyways back to Catherine Weatherbane...if there's anything you want to know about it, or think would be really cool to see in it, or even maybe want to have a little appearance in it let me know in comments :) 

Oh, and one more thing I remember someone winning a contest a longish time ago and she was going to have an appearance as Ariella's younger sister (you know who you are) please contact me through comments so I know too and can finally do that, Thanks :) 

Au Revoir 

Sarah

His "Richness"

               Confused catch up here ->

http://poetic-meditations.blogspot.com/search/label/Cathrine%20Weatherbane?m=0

                   

          Chapter 19

In the Throne Room

(Fredric)

His "Richness" slouched on "his" throne smiling an ugly self-satisfied smile, his eyes boring down at on the defiant dirty girl before him, "Thought you could escape from my palace did you Princess." The Brenian glared at him.

"Did you really think I wouldn't try, REGENT Fredric."

His smile disappeared from his face he hated that title now and she knew it, he had bigger plans. He was going to be King! So far he had to settle for His Richness but one day...one day when he had both those so called royals then he would have what he 

desired! 

"Try all you like, you'll only succeed in making your stay here a longer and more unpleasant one, after all I hardly need you anymore, I've got a better princess in mind now. The only reason your still here living somewhat decently is because I owed a favor to someone, an old thieving friend of mine. He steals for me and I keep his precious daughter living the high life which also happens to help line his very big pockets with silver." 

He chuckled as he said this because at the moment, that daughter wasn't living so high. 

"Ungrateful brat didn't like being a princess though and got away, now HE wants me to ship her back there so the silver will start flowing again.

This actually happens to work in my favor though."

He tapped his fingers on the wood table in front of him as he leaned his head forward. 

"The girl happens to be very close with my lost little princess, so a few messages forged in her hand and a little help from her thief daddy, we'll soon have two princesses in this place...and in return I'll have the thief's girl dragged back to Bren by her hair."

Arillia could hardly say anything she was so angry, she struggled against her guards as they dragged her away, "You'll never be king REGENT! You'll always be a cockroach and one day...one day someone will step on you!"

"Rant all you like, the point is, you're living situations can easily be changed with no one to care, one more misstep and you might find yourself in the pit."

The doors slammed as she was taken from the room. Fredric looked down at his papers proof that everything wasn't going quite as well as he'd planned, a little hitch in his road to royalty if you will.

"Now for the boy...."

Chapter 2

           (Drawn and Edited by Me) 

I admit I'd picked up the book by accident while looking for a finished but unpublished book by one of my favorite authors Linda Stratus...the manuscript was supposed to be on that shelf but in my hurry I'd picked up, "The Unofficial Official Story of Plee Ames" instead, an unfinished 

Fictional story by some author I'd never even heard of (after some extensive research I'd done much later on I'm not even certain she ever existed) at first I wasn't too upset I'd accidentally purchased the wrong book, the title had peaked my interest and despite it being only a manuscript  it had a very ornate cover...even the couple sentences before the first chapter were kinda cool if a little weird,

"My name is Plee Ames, but being that this book is unfinished that's liable to change by the time it is finished, so I wouldn't grow too attached to it nor would I put any stock in it. Because as far as I know the story has gone and finished itself by now and I already have a different name. Stories are unpredictable especially when they aren't bound within the pages of a book."

I didn't have long to ponder what on earth that meant though because before long I'd realized that only two pages were filled and the rest were...blank.

I felt cheated I'd spent a weeks savings on it and it wasn't  even 10 pages long, who would bother putting such a nice cover on something that was only 2 pages.

I hadn't even wanted to read what it did have at the time...figuring it would be a waste.

But at sometime late that night I'd suddenly had an urge to just...Look at it, Maybe it would be enough to spur me on  to actually write my own book...who knew, maybe those 2 pages had enough in them to fuel my imagination.

So I'd crept over to where it was lying, on the floor by the wastebasket (I hadn't been able to throw it in even if I had been that upset) and carefully opened it...opened more than I'd intended, opened something I wouldn't have even   dreamed were possible...I just sat mouth agape as the words each flew from the two pages as I silently read them, swirling all around me till they began to stick together and take shape... and If my very real screams hadn't pervaded the silence I believe I could have maybe just passed it off as a dream...but it wasn't a dream and if I was right Plee Ames had just slipped out of her book...

Summer Dalton what have you gotten yourself into! 

Note: if you're curious as to what Summer read...read chapter 1

-> http://poetic-meditations.blogspot.com/2014/06/chapter-1.html?m=1 <-

 

Chapter 1

Okay, so most people read books and wish if only for a moment that they could enter the adventure too, meet the main character and become an important part to the overall completion of the quest.

 But me...well no, I read books...I read lots of books sure, I like books too don't get me wrong, but...I mean I live in a book, I'm the main protagonist, and I am supposedly important to the completion of the plot, however that was sort of debateable since mine was an unfinished story....

How did I know I was in a book, you ask, well that's kind of hard to explain, let's just say I was born knowing...I was also born knowing what a normal life the real world was like...and I had a feeling there was a reason I'd always never seemed to belong in this incomplete book...I had a feeling maybe the reason it was unfinished was because my story wasn't confined to these pages...maybe the rest of my adventure...my ending, was waiting for me. Waiting on the outside, and all it would take to get there would be to get somebody to find my story and read it...read up to this point 

Somebody...like you 

A delightful afternoon

That's precisely what it is. I'm lying on a picnic mat, outside with a book in my hands, me and Ani have finished our game of badminton and all is calm and peaceful.  It's just lovely :) 

Sorry for such a short post today. Maybe I'll have a longer one tomorrow.

Cheery Cherry Tree

My Cheery Cherry Tree

Cheery Cherry Tree 

Bend your branches down to me 

I want to pick your cherries red

To lighten your arms of their heavy spread

So I may enjoy your plentiful berries

And you can be free for a time from cumbersome cherries 

The Peculiar Place (part 1 The Poem of Beginnings)

I walked outside to get some air

But was surprised by what I didn't see there.

Nowhere was it to be found

It was gone without a sound.

My eyes bore down at where it should have sat

And saw something else very wide and flat.

What to make of it, I could not decide

So I got on my hands and knees near where it lied.

I pressed my face so close ere I was upon it
Pondering why it was here and why my thing was not.

Suddenly it opened up and in surprise I slid  forward falling in

Tumbling deeper and deeper in an uncontrollable spin!

I hit the ground with grunt and pulled myself to my feet

My entrance closed,worry descended on me, can you feel the heat?