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[Feb. 24th, 2007|10:38 pm] |
As You may have already understood, I am trying to write children's books. Like fairytales and witch stories. I have a tonn of excellent plot and character ideas, the thing is - English is my second language and I am uncertain about the style. So I am going to use this journal as my writing portfolio. Sort of.
I appreciate any input.
Thanks for reading. |
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[Apr. 13th, 2006|01:19 am] |
I was twelve years old, I think, when I met real Americans for the first time.
They were missionaries from Alaska and Washington, from Baptist churches. All white people, though. Not a single ethnic minority group represented. All dressed way too casual even for our village. Our family was living in a small village in the north of Kamchatka peninsula.
The missionaries. They seemed amazing. The first thing that I noticed about Americans was that they all had good teeth. No spaces between their teeth, no need to bleach, no bad breath even. Weird but true, all of them had great smiles that seemed too good to be true. These smiles couldn't be real. At least, I knew straight away - they are faking it.
The baptists for some reason believed that there was no religion in the former USSR. So they were in a hurry to bring the Holy Light into the darkness of agnostic Russian country. The were about forty of them, pioneers. I remember best only four, an old lady, who was eighty-four and still travelling abroad, her name was Anges and what an agnes she was! Sweet God's dandelion, as we say in Russian, with fuzzy gray hair and the loveliest smile you can imagine. |
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[Apr. 13th, 2006|12:57 am] |
Though my girlfriends married to Americans said: "You just wait, right after the honeymoon he will turn into a beast!", he never did turn into one. In fact, since we got married, our relationship only improved. Quite significantly, too! We learned how to get along better, working things out one at a time. You know what the best part of being married to a man from a different culture is? The fascination is endless. Every day you find out something new, that is clever, cute, touching or simply sexy about this person who already seems so close yet never fully discovered.
I love mr.Jazzino. |
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| Chapter 5. |
[Mar. 11th, 2006|02:10 am] |
It was a Saturday morning just like any other, only the sun seemed to shine a little brighter, when the Larson family went to the village market to buy some vegetables. Mrs Larson carefully picked a big head of cabbage, she bought a bag of golden potatoes, four ripe tomatoes on the vine, two big stalks of celery and a whole bunch of baby carrots.
- Now we should buy some fresh herbs and then we will have everything that we need for a good vegetable soup. - Said Mrs Larson and went straight to Belinda's table.
- Oh Yes! - Thought Belinda to herself as she saw the happy family approaching her table. - Look at these four, so happy to be together on a warm sunny Saturday... I am going to sell them a little surprise here... - mumbled Belinda and rubbed her hands together. She didn't notice that Meg was carrying Stella in her arms.
- Let's get some of this parsley! - Said Mrs Larson. - Just look at these lavishly green bunches!
- Argh, Ruff, Ruff! - it was Stella's turn to speak now, the little dog knew who she was talking to. Animals can spot a witch in no time.
- What's wrong, dear? - asked Meg.
- Can we please have one bunch of parsley, one bunch of basil and who bunches of chives. - Said Mrs Larson.
- Ruff, Ruff, Ruff! - Stella was barking louder and tried to break free.
- A dog! It's a dog! - Yelled Belinda. - Take it away from me, I am afraid of dogs!
- I am so sorry. - Said Mrs Larson. - Our dog is very sweet though, and Meg is holding her very tight. Meg, please...
But it was too late. Stella broke free, jumped forward and bit the witch's right hand, grabbing the white glove with her teeth.
- You nasty little beast! Get away from me! - Screamed Belinda and she started to shake her hand.
Oops. Stella pulled the glove off Belinda's hand and everybody got to see that is was a witch's hand!
- It's a witch! - Screamed Meg.
- It's a witch! - Yelled some other little girl, who was standing nearby.
Someone's baby started crying, and soon the entire market was yelling: "Witch!"
Belinda tried running, but the way out was blocked by hundreds of people who scanded "Witch, Witch!" and pointed their fingers at her... |
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| Chapter 4, The Larson Family |
[Mar. 11th, 2006|01:43 am] |
There was a family in Berrybells, their last name was Larson. The sweetest family you can imagine, there were four of them, mom, dad, a little boy named Billy and his sister. Or, should I say, there were five of them because they had a little dog Stella who certainly should be counted as a family member for she was dearly loved by every one in the family.
The Larsons loved each other very much and rarely quarreled or disagreed. What a beautiful family that was! The children always listened to what their parents had to say and never misbehaved.
The Larsons loved going to the village market on Saturdays. Little Stella enjoyed those trips the most, because it was her only chance to see the world outside the Larsons' property. She looked around with her little starry eyes and sniffed the air with her cute button nose trying to catch all of the exciting new smells. Often times she would wiggle her tail and lick the faces of Billy and Meg who took turns carrying the little rascal.
***this chapter is totally falling apart, but I will concentrate on just creating the plot right now. I will edit this as soon as I finish the rough draft altogether. |
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| Chapter 3, The market pranks. |
[Mar. 5th, 2006|07:56 pm] |
Belinda hated every one who seemed happy, kind, or was in love. She liked to play her wicked witch tricks on those who she found the most repulsive. Sometimes she put evil spells on the bunches of herbs that she sold on the market.
Though not deadly, the spells caused trouble, spoiling the jolly moods of the unlucky shoppers who happened to buy the enchanted herb bunches.
Belinda liked making parsley turn into poison ivy just when it was the time to chop the herbs into a bowl of chicken soup. And of course, the poor housewife was left wondering, where did the parsley go and how did the stinging poison ivy make it into her shopping basket.
At other times Belinda would throw a handful of her vicious ogre ants into a bunch of basil, so by the time the unlucky shopper would return home, all of the groceries in the basket would had been eaten by the awful pests!
Belinda always tried to be very careful, she didn't want to be caught.
Most of all Belinda hate people who had pets. And dogs were her least favorite. Dogs are so much more sensitive creatures than people, you know. They can spot an evil witch from far away, even if the witch is in clever disguise. |
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| Chapter 2, "The Charming Disguise Spell" |
[Feb. 23rd, 2006|02:19 am] |
Every Firday night Belinda prepared herself for going to the Berrybells market in the morning. She tied her herbs into bunches, put them into a large basket, lit the candles on her magic altatr and opened the Spell Book on her favorite page.
Loudly reciting the magic words, Belinda mixed horrible ingredients together in her cauldron, and when the potion was ready, she quickly drank it to the last drop and went to bed. Just to wake up as the loveliest old lady you can ever imagine!
For a whole day the spell helped Belinda become a charming grandma with beautiful locks of gray hair, blue eyes, a pink button nose and rosy cheeks.
The spell even changed Belinda's dress, making it white with red cherries on it. Her black apron became sky-blue in color, and the pointy witch hat turned into a lovely laced bonnet to match the apron.
Not to mention that the chicken bones and goat berries on Melinda's necklace turned into beautiful pearls.
That certainly was a powerful spell! There was only one thing that the spell couldn't change. Belinda's hands always remained the same, scary looking with crooked long fingers, dirty nails and ugly warts all over.
No matter how fresh were the hairy spiders or how ripe were the fireberries, or how finely were ground the frog bones that went into the potion, Belinda's hands would not change.
To hide her awful witch hands from the people of Berrybells, Belinda always had to wear a pair of white gloves when she went to the market. |
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| Chapter 1, Meet Belinda. |
[Feb. 22nd, 2006|05:01 pm] |
Once upon a time in the far corner of a very dark forest lived a wicked witch whose name was Belinda.
Just like most of the wicked witches, Belinda was old, she had long gray hair that was usually tucked into a black pointy hat. She wore a purple dress and a black apron with two large pockets on it. She also liked to wear an awful necklace made of chicken bones and goat berries, and a pair of wooden shoes.
Her face was not attractive at all. No wonder. Being mean will quickly do the job of making you scary. Her nose was way too long and had an ugly wart with two hairs growing out of it. Only those who stick their noses into people's business too much can grow noses like that.
Her eyes were small, reddish and crossed to her nose a little. That's because she only saw the dark side of everything.
All of the teeth in the witch's mouth were crooked and had a nasty greenish tint to them. If You see a mouth like that, You know straight away that this person likes to tell lies, and never has anything pleasant to say.
Belinda's hands were covered with warts and her nails were long and very dirty. She never washed her hands, that's why!
Certainly, being evil will quickly make you unattractive.
Belinda lived in a small wooden hut with her familiars - a black cat named Bobbin and an owl whose name was Rochester.
She had a large herb garden growing just outside her hut, where she grew lots of different herbs. Some she used for cooking and to make magic potions, some she sold on a Saturday market in a little nearby village called Berrybells.
I must mention that Belinda was a very skillful witch. She was a broomstick flying expert and new hundreds of potent spells. One of which in particular was her favorite, because it helped her get around people. It was called "the Charming Disguise Spell". |
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