Saturday

Beaches, Books, Bracelets, and Balloons.

Hi everyone! I really enjoyed making a story, but this time I decided I'll make a "blurb" like story for a picture.
*Like before all pictures from google*

The waves splash onto the rocks, and I climb, ever so carefully, over them, to the edge. Trying to be cautious, I bend down and sit on one of the rocks. The water splashes against my shoes, but I didn't let it bother me. 
"I want to see the waves." Melody's voice echoes through my head. Melody, my little sister. The one I love and care for the most. The one I would do anything for, yet now she is sleeping soundly in the hospital, with one wish. She wants to see the sea. I take my camera out of my bag and look at it. I picture my childhood, the days when I went to the beach with my parents. I'd splash in the waves, build sand castles, run around the grassy hills and tiptoe across the rocks. Melody never had any of it.
I turn it on. I can still picture the day I asked her. 
"What's your wish Mellie?" I asked.
 "I want to see the waves. I want to hear them, see them, taste them."
 I reach down into my bag and finger the little jar with sea salt, and the little box with french fries that they sell at the board walk. If I could I'd take her. She's too sick to leave the bed. 
I place the camera in front of my eyes and get ready. This ones for you Mellie, I think. 
CLICK


Sundays have always been crazy, and I always go on a walk. It gives me some time to breathe, to relax and think. Plus, I like finding new places. Today I decide to walk through the park. I enjoy the view, the green grass, the blooming trees, but it gets boring. Then I see her.
She's wearing a pair of brown boots, a coral pink dress and a long necklace. There's a dusty book laying on her lap, and I can't tell what her face looks like, with her blond hair covering it like a curtain. I decide to take a chance and sit down next to her.
"Hi!" I say
"Oh, um hi." She looks up. She has the most stunning blue eyes. Her nose is small and dainty, and she gives me a small smile. 
"What'ya' reading?" I ask. 
"Oh, um that. Romeo and Juliet. Stupid, I know." She looks down and her soft hair falls back down again.
"I don't think it's dumb. Did you know apparently Shakespeare didn't actually write anything?" I try to start a conversation. There is something special about this girl. She's shy, but I'm sure there's more to her.
"Really? I've heard of that, but I never knew if it was true."
"I don't know. It would be an interesting thing to find out. I have a job at the local library on Tuesdays. You could come and we could try to fish out some information." I offer. She looks back up and her dark blue eyes lighten up.
"That would be cool."
"Great. The name's Michael. Your's?" I put my hand out. She reaches out and takes it.
"Katrina. The name's Katrina."


"I'm going to miss you. You know that?" I say, and open my eyes. The summer sky is huge and blue. 
"Of course. Me too." Tara says, and turns her head. She looks at me with her gray eyes and smiles.
"It's going to be so different Tara. Quiet, awkward. Who else will I have to talk about pig eyes with?" Tara laughs at one of our old inside jokes. 
"I honestly don't know Jess. It's going to be weird in a new place. What if they think I'm weird?"
"You are weird! So am I! And if they find out, who cares?" I say with a smile, and finger my braided friendship bracelet I've wore on my hand since 4th grade. 
"Right. Except I don't think I can handle being weird alone."
"Oh you'll survive." I get up, and turn, and drop my feet into the river. My pink toenails sparkle underwater. Tara joins me, and puts her arm around me. I glance at her wrist, which is covered in bracelets. I'm the only one that knows where each one comes from. She's been collecting them for over 6 years. 
"I have something for you." She says. I look into her eyes, and she smiles. 
"You do? What is it?" I ask. She reaches into the pocket, and pulls out a little navy box with a bow. I open it and smile. A small silver necklace with a little key charm is gently placed on the soft white pillow.
"Because you are the only one who will ever deserve having the key to my heart." Her gray eyes get shiny, and I reach into my pocket. I open the little bag and pull out a gold bracelet, with a few charms that symbolize our friendship. 
"The pig because of our memories. The music note because we both love it. The plane because we would not survive without traveling. The palm tree because were summer girls. And the heart because I love you." My eyes get teary as I clip the bracelet onto her hand. She gives me a hug. 
"The world is going to be weird without you. I love you too. ."

The breeze lifts my hair off my face, and I grip onto the balloons tighter. The bottom of my dress twirles as I spin around in circles.
You got accepted Cassie. You're going.
My heart jumps as I spin and dance. My feet bounce across dry brown grass. I got accepted. I'm going to ballet school. I repeat my routine that I did for the audition. I feel light and airy. Happy and free. I let go of one of the balloons and watch it soar into the air. Joy fills my chest as it disappears into the sky. I let go of another, and another, until one is left in my hand. I can see it all. Saying goodbye to my family, flying in the airplane. meeting new friends. Living in a totally new place. It's going to be amazing. I twirl for what seems like hours. I jump and leap until I can barely breathe and then I fall into the grass. My breath is long and raged, but I've never felt more happy. I lay down and laugh. I can't believe it. A bird soars across the sky and takes my heart along with it.
I'm going to Paris.


How'd you like it? I'm totally doing more of these in the future!
Which one was your favorite? Remember to comment and follow!!!!!

Friday

Photography Story

Hi! I've realized that I haven't posted a lot, mainly because not much people follow my blog. Thank you Mikaela Vall!!!! If you haven't yet, PLEASE follow!
This post is inspired by Autumn at: http://autumnreadsandwritesallday.blogspot.com/
I will probably be doing lots of these, because I get inspired very quickly. Thanks for the idea Autumn, I hope you don't mind that I got inspired!!!!!!
*All pictures from Google*

The short story is based on the pictures.... Enjoy

I slam the door and run across the snowy alley. I don't care if they worry. I don't care if they are sad. I'm hurt. The snow crunches gently under my feet as I turn the corner to the forest. No one can find me here. 
I stop and take a raged breath. The sky is a grayish color. I can't believe I left. My heart is pounding and I can hear their voices in my head. "Dumb, annoying, ugly, weird." My eye sight gets blurry and I hang my head. It's cold. 
The snow is falling furiously, and I close my eyes. The long awaited tears fall. I put my gloved hands over my face and let the tiny water droplets drip down my face. They burn, and I hear the voices again. " Annoying, ugly, weird, crazy, awkward, stupid." The sky darkens as I cry. After a while, I have no more tears. I pull off my gloves and hat, and coat, and throw them off. The sun is peeking through a cloud, but it's still snowing wildly. I crash into the snow, and lay down on the empty forest road.
It was one mistake. One mistake. Yet they keep talking about it. Will they ever forgive me? I look at the sunny sky. Snowflakes twirl through the air, falling into my hair. I raise my hand run it through my hair. They know I would fix it if I could. But I can't. I'm left with the haunting memory and it hurts. Then I hear a noise and get up. I can hear twigs and branches cracking. "Who is it?" I ask, my voice wavering. No response. Suddenly, it appears. I gasp.
A deer walks through field, and gently lays down on the field. It watches me. I sit on the snowy road, and watch it. It looks so beautiful, yet I feel so afraid. Should I be afraid? It looks at me for a while, and I wait. It's eyes are a deep, chocolate brown, and they seem to speak to me. Then the deer gets up, and trots away. I stay there, still a bit shocked. He didn't hurt me, he doesn't know, I think. A smile spreads across my face. One mistake, yet only they know. It doesn't matter.
. I look down the road that the deer walked down, and get up. I reach for my coat, hat and gloves. Time to go home. I walk across the snow. I can't explain why, but I feel better. I made a mistake, just like everyone else. It doesn't matter. 
I cross the bridge, singing to my self. I won't go back. Not now, maybe not for a long time. I've learned from my mistake. You have to go keep going. It's worth it in the end.
How'd you guys like it? I sure had fun writing it, and I'd love to do more. Let me know in the comments!
Song of the day: The A Team, Ed Sheeran

Lot's of Love








Tuesday

Chalk

I just love chalk!
Don't you??
It's so...I don't know..deep?


Here's a poem:

Chalk
Pale white fingers brush the ground
Rain and wind wishes them away
But the memories are still there



That was sort of weird, I admit.
But, who cares?
For some reason, chalk is just so cool.

 It makes me think deep thoughts







It makes me happy











It inspires me













So, that was a random rant about chalk!
Do you like chalk?
Make sure to comment, follow and come back!

Thursday

Sky

Blue
Never endless
Will we ever get to fly?
Reach out
Imagine
That you can touch the sky

That was one of the two poems I will present to you today





Have you ever looked up and though about the sky? The clear blue that covers the world in a protective blanket.Really, the concept of it all is pretty hard to take in. The sky, is everywhere you go. 
You can travel the world, and there will always be sky. Though it may look different, it will always be the sky. 
It's pretty weird huh?

Rome


London


New York

Paris




Nevertheless, here's a better poem. 
Enjoy!



A whirlwind of blue
Sometimes gray
Maybe even black.
Clouds float, 
Rest
The sun goes down, 
And stars appear
Giving light in the never ending dark

Song of the day: Sky by Joshua Radin

That was it for today! 
Have a great one, and remember to appreciate the sky, no matter what color!
Natalia

Birds

Soaring
Silent
Wings skip a beat
Like a heart
Freedom
In a world where were constantly caged
One can only watch a bird
Soar
Silent
Through the sky

That poem was definitely better than my first. Did you like it? I called it Freedom.
It's true though.
Have you ever seen a bird fly through the sky, and wondered what it would feel like? To have the wind blow your hair back. To look at the world from above, get a whole new view.
To be free.

We often see birds, big flocks of em', and were always like "Wow". Why? Because their flying together, as if their one? Or is it because we can only imagine what it would feel like to be doing the same thing?


Birds are honestly magical creatures. Even though we can't ever picture life being better as a bird than a human, we often skip all the good things that they have in life. We can't just fly away, when we feel like it. We can't just move, and soar through the sky, letting go of the past and all the hurt. We've got to stay.







That's just something to think about......
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Love,
Natalia

Wednesday

Inspiration

Photography can be such an inspiration!







You just got to look around to find it





 So, I got inspired to write a little poem for you guys. 
The picture next to the poem relates to it.









Promises

Time
Colors
Be brave
Love will come slowly
You just have to believe
Don't be scared to fall
And if you do
I will catch you
Our hearts
Are lost
But we don't give up
We have hope
We are full of promises


Song of the day: A Thousand Years by Christina Perri


This isn't one of my best poems, but it's just a little bit of inspiration to help you through the day.
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Natalia

Monday

Welcome

Hi and welcome to All These Little Things.
I will be posting short posts that will remind you to notice all the things in life around us that you don't usually pay attention too.
I hope you get inspired!!!!

 Your friend
Natalia