I. The Nursery
Ember lived in her nursery for the tiếp theo few months, only being let out occasionally to go to the toilet. All she saw were the four walls around her but it wasn’t all bad.
The room was painted a pretty sky-blue and the carpet was thick, fluffy and a deep midnight blue. There was a giường and a huge white wardrobe with the most beautiful, cổ hủ, cũ thời clothes inside.
Rich velvets cloaks, soft lông, lông thú stoles, bright silk dresses, every item of clothing needed to make a young lady of society look beautiful.
But Ember was not a young lady of society living in Victorian times. She was a thirteen năm old girl living in the 21st century with no parents, no Những người bạn and a life of imprisonment stretching ahead of her. She spent all of her time either at the tiny window staring out at the village below hoặc at the bàn writing. There was a plentiful supply of paper and pencils and she wrote stories about fairy-tale creatures, fair maidens and dashing knights.
She didn’t know this but Abraxas would take them to her uncle while she slept and he would read every one of them. It hurt him to see that every evil sorcerer hoặc villain was described as being exactly like him. He regretted having shouted at the little girl, his temper had always been short and years of living alone, mouldering in his chamber caused him to be rather awkward with people. But his pride wouldn’t let him apologize, he wasn’t about to beg forgiveness off a little girl!
And so he remained, too proud and haughty to put things to rights while his niece languished alone in her room and cried herself to sleep every night. Eventually his guilt grew too much for him though he would never hiển thị it and he decided to go abroad for a while. Abraxas was to go with him and he would leave the girl to take care of things. Before he left he sent Abraxas with the keys to every room in the house to give to Ember. She could go where she liked he didn’t care. Ember was delighted yet frightened at the prospect of freedom.
“You can’t leave the mansion but bạn may explore wherever bạn like.” đã đưa ý kiến Abraxas as he handed her the keys. “There are exactly 100 rooms in this house and I’m sure bạn will find something interesting in each one. But be careful. bạn never know what bạn might find.” And he left, his coat-tails flapping behind him. Ember clutched the keys her ngọc lục bảo eyes wide with excitement. She was free. She couldn’t leave the house but there was a hundred rooms in the mansion and she could go where she liked. Some of her old spark seemed to come back with the promise of freedom and a little colour appeared on her sứ, đồ sứ cheeks. She resolved to start exploring as soon as she could.
Her uncle left the tiếp theo morning.
Ember lived in her nursery for the tiếp theo few months, only being let out occasionally to go to the toilet. All she saw were the four walls around her but it wasn’t all bad.
The room was painted a pretty sky-blue and the carpet was thick, fluffy and a deep midnight blue. There was a giường and a huge white wardrobe with the most beautiful, cổ hủ, cũ thời clothes inside.
Rich velvets cloaks, soft lông, lông thú stoles, bright silk dresses, every item of clothing needed to make a young lady of society look beautiful.
But Ember was not a young lady of society living in Victorian times. She was a thirteen năm old girl living in the 21st century with no parents, no Những người bạn and a life of imprisonment stretching ahead of her. She spent all of her time either at the tiny window staring out at the village below hoặc at the bàn writing. There was a plentiful supply of paper and pencils and she wrote stories about fairy-tale creatures, fair maidens and dashing knights.
She didn’t know this but Abraxas would take them to her uncle while she slept and he would read every one of them. It hurt him to see that every evil sorcerer hoặc villain was described as being exactly like him. He regretted having shouted at the little girl, his temper had always been short and years of living alone, mouldering in his chamber caused him to be rather awkward with people. But his pride wouldn’t let him apologize, he wasn’t about to beg forgiveness off a little girl!
And so he remained, too proud and haughty to put things to rights while his niece languished alone in her room and cried herself to sleep every night. Eventually his guilt grew too much for him though he would never hiển thị it and he decided to go abroad for a while. Abraxas was to go with him and he would leave the girl to take care of things. Before he left he sent Abraxas with the keys to every room in the house to give to Ember. She could go where she liked he didn’t care. Ember was delighted yet frightened at the prospect of freedom.
“You can’t leave the mansion but bạn may explore wherever bạn like.” đã đưa ý kiến Abraxas as he handed her the keys. “There are exactly 100 rooms in this house and I’m sure bạn will find something interesting in each one. But be careful. bạn never know what bạn might find.” And he left, his coat-tails flapping behind him. Ember clutched the keys her ngọc lục bảo eyes wide with excitement. She was free. She couldn’t leave the house but there was a hundred rooms in the mansion and she could go where she liked. Some of her old spark seemed to come back with the promise of freedom and a little colour appeared on her sứ, đồ sứ cheeks. She resolved to start exploring as soon as she could.
Her uncle left the tiếp theo morning.
This is a crazy song I wrote called Rotten Tomatoes, and I hired the Black-Eyed Peas to sing it. WARNING: This song was meant for entertainment, and should in no way be connected to real people, places, hoặc things. It is not the author's responsibility for the medical bills if bạn die from laughter, hoặc possibly, thinking I'm weirdness.
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Converse is awesome
The Westing Game is gruesome
My Những người bạn all ran
When they heard me say that
People say I'm weird
But look over there then,
That teen has a
White, fluffy beard
Sô cô la coins rock
They're the celebs of the block
They're creamy and sweet
Cuz they always go to swim meets
I tình yêu Harry Potter
hoặc was it táo, apple Rotter?
It was everyone's favorite,
But it soon molded.
Now, I'm almost five
And I live in a hive,
Like my other amigos
Who live in anthills!
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Converse is awesome
The Westing Game is gruesome
My Những người bạn all ran
When they heard me say that
People say I'm weird
But look over there then,
That teen has a
White, fluffy beard
Sô cô la coins rock
They're the celebs of the block
They're creamy and sweet
Cuz they always go to swim meets
I tình yêu Harry Potter
hoặc was it táo, apple Rotter?
It was everyone's favorite,
But it soon molded.
Now, I'm almost five
And I live in a hive,
Like my other amigos
Who live in anthills!
OKAIZ, SO TODAY I SAW THE MOST AWESUME-Y THING EVER! A BASKET OF YARNZ!! I SAWZ MEH một giây yêu thích CULUR IN THERE, TOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MEH yêu thích CULUR IZ GREEEEEEEEEEEN AND MEH SECUND yêu thích IZ PINNNNKK. SO I WUZ LIKE, POUNCE! SWIPEZ-Y! I'M SO AWESUMEZ! AND SO, I LIKE, CHASED IT DOWNZ DA STAIRZ, AND IT WUZ SO EXHILARATIN' AND STUFFZ. AND SO, LIKE, IT MADE IT TO THA HUMANZ AND DEY THREW IT SAID, "Go get it, Daisy!!" SOZ, I WENT AFTER IT AND den I SAW SOME GREEN YARN, SOZ I RANZ PAST THA màu hồng, hồng YARN TA GETZ DA GREEN..... I LURVVVVVVVVVV GREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!!!
The whole of the mountain will crash down and roll over me - but it does not crush me.
Human physical strength has limitations and it weakens in time. 'Inner strength' knows no bounds!
The confines of this earthly realm have no bearing.
Let it be done!
Let the horns sound that shake the foundation.
Call forth the titans. Summon up the dread that lies buried deep within the tim, trái tim and mind.
Let the godless fear when they face the charge.
The Mất tích will flee hoặc loose heart.
'And in the darkening late hours when the ground rumbles like an oncoming train...I will draw from deep wells what cannot be poisoned hoặc tainted hoặc overturned. I will stand, though the tides rise and the clouds threaten...and there I will remain, even if I hiển thị signs and cracks of care and hardship.
I will not be broken.
I may grow weary.
Though all the elements come against me
and tear at flesh and bone!-I WILL STAND!
Why can't the world become a fairytale book?
It wouldn't be as mean
But it may be much thêm green
Những câu chuyện về rồng that can be your pet
Princesses with hair for rope climbing
Pumpkins that can turn into horse carriages
And mèo that wear boots and fight mice.
The people in reality aren't always very nice
But even the ogres and giants can say hello and give bạn nice things
Princesses aren't snobby Queen bees at school
Princes aren't egomaniacs
And money is in gold, silver, hoặc copper hoặc even magic beans!
Hens lay golden eggs
Poverty can end in five seconds
bạn can get your own fairy and wish for whatever bạn want
And have your any desires
But I guess this is all in the mind
But the world can be kind at times
It isn't always bad and cruel
But imagination makes it go around
It wouldn't be as mean
But it may be much thêm green
Những câu chuyện về rồng that can be your pet
Princesses with hair for rope climbing
Pumpkins that can turn into horse carriages
And mèo that wear boots and fight mice.
The people in reality aren't always very nice
But even the ogres and giants can say hello and give bạn nice things
Princesses aren't snobby Queen bees at school
Princes aren't egomaniacs
And money is in gold, silver, hoặc copper hoặc even magic beans!
Hens lay golden eggs
Poverty can end in five seconds
bạn can get your own fairy and wish for whatever bạn want
And have your any desires
But I guess this is all in the mind
But the world can be kind at times
It isn't always bad and cruel
But imagination makes it go around