Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Words Of Wisdom: Proverbs 25 21:22

Hey y'all. I apologize for not getting one of these out sooner! But's here's this weeks verse:

Monday, October 28, 2013

And The Winner Is......

Well, this is the end..... The end of the 20th PBR season........Where Luke Snyder, Cord McCoy, Brendan Clark and the bull Charlie Bullware will be retiring.

But, the moment all PBR fans have been waiting for. The announcement of the 2013 PBR World Champion is...........

J. B. Mauney!!!!

I just wanted to say that J. B. Mauney rocked this season and his final performances at Las Vegas!!! He totally deserved it and I am truly happy for him. Also, Bushwhacker regained his world title!!!! YAY!!!!!

But, there is something I need to express...... Can I just say how sad and disappointed I am? Yes, I think I can. It's my blog and shall post happy or sad posts if I want to. THEY DIDN'T HAVE A TRIBUTE VIDEO ABOUT LUKE'S RETIRING!!!! THAT IS SO WRONG!!!!!!!!!! They had a tribute video for Chris Shivers!!! Why not Luke Snyder? I know Luke isn't as "big of a deal" as Chris Shivers, but to me, HE IS!!!!!!! It's quite unfair, I should say!!! Outrageous!!!! I mean, sure they had a few interviews and a little "athlete profile" but that was it!!!!!!! I was shocked and rather disappointed!!! If I did miss Luke Snyder's tribute video, please tell me. Then I'll just say that below is another big tribute to him. Another thing, is that, well, the Bandits beat the Outlaws in the Clash Of The Cowboys.... Now, I'm really glad that J. B. Mauney won, but I can't say that I was really happy at the start. I wanted Silvano Alves to make double PBR world history and win three times in a row. Now, now, now, all y'all better put away all them pistols and rifles!!!!! Anyways, about Luke Snyder I shall do my own "celebrating" of Luke's final days. He finished 19th in the world standings. Just right inside of the top twenty. Take a look:

Collage Made By Me!!!

Excuse the blurriness!! It's LUKE SNYDER!!!

Hats Off To Luke!!!

So Voted For Him!!!!

D'aaaawwww What A Cute Couple!!!

Can I Just Say In This Picture
That Luke Doesn't Look A Day Over 23?
Anyone Else Agree Or Is It Just Me?

Luke Snyder When He Won
Last Cowboy Standing In 2012.

Luke, I Will Miss You!!!

There. Now I'm satisfied. Either way, hats off to J. B. Mauney, Silvano Alves, Brendan Clark, Cord McCoy, Charlie Bullware and (sniffle, hides face and cries for an hour again) Luke Snyder!!!!! (Wipes tears) Okay, I think I'm okay. Okay, no I'm not. Either way, once again, Au Revoir!!!

Sunday, October 27, 2013

Sippin' Sweet Tea 10-27-13

Hey y'all!! Another segment of Sippin' Sweet Tea! October is coming to an end, dear friends, as we move on to November. It's not all bad!!! It means winter is coming, Thanksgiving, my birthday month!!!! I mean, it can't get any better than that!!! Not much has been going on with my life since my last SST.

I have been busy with school, and trying to find some more things to blog about. I want to personally thank Natalie from Raindrops On Roses And Whiskers On Kittens for being the first person to do my tag!!!

Although it's been a month like any month, this one was a bit special. My best friend and I got to Skype!!! We haven't seen each other since July at fair week. We texted a bit and called once. We tried to Skype earlier, but it was a failure, for we could not find each other, until BAM!!! It worked. I guarantee you that we Skype for like and hour and a half. Maybe more!!! It was so much fun!!!

Hm. Is there anything else? I'm not sure. I AM though thinking of hosting a blog party in December. It all depends on how many people are interested in entering.

The TLC show "Secret Princes" is back on!! Woot woot! It's a show where men from royal families or with any kind of title go "undercover" to live a normal life for a while in America. They act like normal guys, but really, they are looking for love. A woman who will love them for them, not their money or their title. I was so excited when it came back on. I've watched season two and now season three is on.

The PBR World Finals have been on!!! Sqqquueeeppp!!!! I am so excited. (Turns on announcer voice) Will J.B. Mauney take home the title or will it be Silvano Alves? (Turns off voice) Anyways, the season is over. Sniff. Luke Snyder is retiring. OKAY THAT DOES IT!!! (Turns away and cries a river of tears for an hour) Brendan Clark and Cord McCoy are also retiring. I love them, but Luke.......(blows nose on a handkerchief) I am so sad. I don't have Luke to yell and cheer for. I can't scream at the TV anymore when he doesn't make eight seconds. I will miss you Luke. I knew you so well from TV, I could identify you from behind or from the side, even when your hat was covering most of your face. I shall miss you.. There will never be anyone to take your place. DO YOU HEAR THAT EVERYONE???? NO ONE!!!!!  :'(

Well, that's just about all to say. Oh, yes, we went and got pumpkins!!! Take a look at the pictures!!! All pictures below are taken by me.

I love fences!! Can't help it!!

Pine Trees (We have a fake one, but I just needed a picture!)
Tiny Pumpkins!!!

Ignore the "Don't Touch" sign, it's a TYPEWRITER!!!

Some random photo's of jewelry and a tea cups and some more things....

And to end this post on a lovely note, some more sky photography.....

Au Revoir!!!!

Friday, October 25, 2013

Hey Y'all! Tag Announcement!

Hey everyone! I have an announcement! My tag will be going on until October 31st. I haven't got many tags, but I'm still trying! So, if you want to enter the tag, enter now!! Au Revoir!!!

Monday, October 21, 2013

Tag You're it!

Hey, everyone!!! This is my first tag. All the questions are pretty random, but, I hope that will not stop you from having a bit of fun answering them!! There are 10 questions, and if they are a "Something or Something" the answer can be a tie. I shall put little stars like this: ✫ when answers can be tied. All you have to do, is post the tag on your blog and leave your URL in the comments section so I can check them out. I will have a post later and thank everyone who participated!!! Everyone is welcome to participate. Anyone who reads and does not have a blog or is unable to answer the tag in the comments box, can leave your answers on my Pinterest in the comments box of this pin. They will be on my boards A Cowgirl And A Dream and Hello My Name Is.......

1. ✫Coffee, Hot Tea Or Hot Chocolate?

2. ✫Books Or Movies ?

3. ✫Les Misérables Or The Phantom of the Opera?

4. ✫Reading Or Writing? 

5. ✫Writing Or Photography? 

6. ✫Spring/Summer Or Autumn/Winter

7. Two (Or More) Quirks Of Yours

8. Two (Or More) Random Facts About Yourself

9. What Word(s) Describe You Best: Smart, Elegant, Classy, Shy, Lively, Confident, Or Affable?

10. What Is Your Number 1 Cooking Catastrophe? 

Now, for the answer to my own questions.
1. Hot Chocolate. I find the taste of coffee unbearable. Hot tea, I only drink that when I'm sick.
2. Both
3. Both
4. Absolutely both! Maybe writing just a tad more!
5. Definitely Writing. My photography skill are a bit to be desired!
6. Autumn/Winter without a doubt! Long days, snow, snow shoveling, hot chocolate and staying inside snuggle dup with a good book!
7. Hm. I tend to like to crack my ankle bones and any bones that I can crack (fingers, neck, hip, so one) and I like to pick under my nails to make them very nice looking.
8. I don't ever paint my nails, I don't like to do my hair fancy. I cannot write without music on. I am not good at time management and I am a proud introvert!!!
9. Ooiiyyy. I have no idea. I would not consider myself "smart", for I feel like I am failing in school now! :) So, probably shy and I can be affable at times. Only when I feel like it! :)
10. Oh boy. Well, I was trying to make a yummy Texas sheet cake a while ago. Did not work. Ultimate fail!!! I put in sugar, flour, salt, two eggs and that was it. Yes, I know, that is not Texas sheet cake. Now, I didn't know that my mom had other ingredients on the back of the recipe card. So I threw the odd looking "cake batter" into the oven. Now, I mixed some more ingredients, which I later found out, should have been combined in with the other dry ingredients. But I had already thrown the cake it. So I dumped it all out into the sink. A family friend came over and I offered her a piece.When she tasted it, she was like, "Honey, I don't think you made this right." When my mom and dad came home and tasted a piece, we all had a great laugh over it. Although it was a bit embarrassing, it was a good funny memory of my ultimate fail at Texas sheet cake!!!

I hope you enjoy the tag, and my fun answers!!! The Tag ends on October 25th, and hopefully my thank-you post will come out on October 27th!!! Au revoir!!!

Remember To Leave Your URL In The Comments Section, So I can Read Your Answers, And So That I Can Include You In My Thank-You Post Coming Later!!! 

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Let The Music Move You: Worth It All by Meredith Andrews (Cover by Petie At Her Blog "All Things Bright And Beautiful)

Okay, so, I been all over the Internet reading all kinds of blogs and things. Over at Eva Schon's blog "Ramblings of a Janeite" she had a post about Petie's Birthday. Petie runs her blog All Things Bright And Beautiful on Wordpress. Now, I got on her blog to see her review of POTO 25th Anniversary concert, and I scrolled down to find this beautiful cover of Meredth Andrews song "Worth It All". I WAS BLOWN AWAY!!!! PETIE, YOU CAN REALLY SING!!! I was thoroughly impressed by her piano playing and her singing. And just the song itself, is just beautiful!

All I am Lord here before You
Reaching out for more
You're the promise never failing
You are my reward,
Jesus, You are my reward

I let go of all I have just to have all of You
And no matter what the cost I will follow You
Jesus everything I've lost I have found in You
When I finally reach the end I'll say
You are worth it all

There's no riches or earthly treasure
That will satisfy
Every longing is for You Jesus
Set this heart on fire
Oh, set this heart on fire

I let go of all I have just to have all of You
And no matter what the cost I will follow You
Jesus everything I've lost I have found in You
When I finally reach the end I'll say
You are worth it all
You are worth it all

When I'm there in Your glorious presence
Every knee is bowed before You
Hear the sound of heaven singing
You are worth it all
All the saints cry holy holy
Angels singing worthy worthy
Forever I will shout Your praises
You are worth it all

When I'm there in Your glorious presence
Every knee is bowed before You
Hear the sound of heaven singing
You are worth it all
All the saints cry holy holy
Angels singing worthy worthy
Forever I will shout Your praises
You are worth it all
You are worth it all

I let go of all I have just to have all of You
And no matter what the cost I will follow You
Jesus everything I've lost I have found in You
When I finally reach the end I'll say

I let go of all I have just to have all of You
And no matter what the cost I will follow You
Jesus everything I've lost I have found in You
When I finally reach the end I'll say
You are worth it all
You are worth it all
You are worth it all
Jesus, You're worth it all

Tell Me What You Thought Of Petie's Cover!!! Comment Below!!!

Friday, October 18, 2013

Combeferre Fan-Fiction Part 4

Azelma hurriedly picked up the tattered and torn shawl off Combeferre's bed. She had to leave. What was this new feeling she was feeling inside of her soul? How nice a real bed had felt for a night! Azelma murmured in her head, as she limped toward the door and gazed around the small room. If only she knew how to write. She would write a quick little note to Combeferre. Eponine knows how to write! Azelma thought. No. She would tell Combeferre. I must go. With that last thought, Azelma backed out of the room and closed the door before limping out of sight. 

That night, Combeferre opened the door to his apartment. He had small parcels of meat and cheese. He was expecting to see Azelma sleeping, but to his horror and shock, she was not there. Quickly, Combeferre dropped all of the parcels on the table and looked around for a note or some kind of clue that would lead him to her. But nothing was there. Her shawl was gone, and that had been all she had had with her when he found her beaten and cornered in the street. Anxiously, he headed for Joly's first. Banging on the door, Combeferre waited patiently and soon the door was opened. 
"Combeferre, what are you doing here at this hour?" Lesgles yawned and leaned against the doorjamb with his hand resting on the knob for support. 
"I need to see Joly. Is Azelma here?" Combeferre asked. 
"Azelma? Eponine's sister? No, she's not here. Joly's not here either. To my knowledge he is with Musichetta tonight." Lesgles told him. "Why do you want to know anyways?" he added suspiciously. 
"Thank you, anyways. Good night, Lesgles." Combeferre quickly walked away, leaving Lesgles to wonder. His last stop for the night was Jehan's home. But Jehan did not know either. 
"Do not worry." Jehan told Combeferre. "You will find her." 
"Before or after the barricades arise?" Combeferre demanded. He ran a hand through his hair in exasperation.  He went home that night feeling discouraged. 

The next morning was bright and cheerful. Combeferre was not. He had barely gotten a wink of sleep. He had spent the night fretfully trying to think of places where Azelma could be. She wouldn't return to her father and his band of thieves. Would she? He spent every morning and afternoon searching for her, and when night fell, he was always at the Cafe Musain. The barricades were going to rise, in less than a two months. He could never go to fight on the barricade without knowing Azelma would be cared for and protected. Everyone was noticing Combeferre's agony. 

One night Enjolras pulled him aside. 
"Combeferre, are you alright? You seemed to be in agony. You also seem to be preoccupied.  Revolution," Enjolras started. 
"Is upon us." Combeferre murmured as he pulled on his coat. As he was walking out of the Cafe, he spotted Eponine walking down the street. 
"Eponine!" Combeferre called as he hurried to catch up with her. Turning, Eponine saw Combeferre running towards her. "Have you seen your sister?" Eponine shook her head and replied, "I haven't seen her. I thought she was with you, anyways." Combeferre told her how he had found his apartment vacant of Azelma. 
"I hope she hasn't gone back to Father." Eponine shivered at the sheer thought of it. 

Days passed, months passed, a season flew by. Still she hadn't walked through Combeferre's door. Combeferre was getting worried. He loved Azelma. Jehan had helped him to see the truth. Why hadn't he recognized it before? Did I send her away without knowing? Did she think our relationship was one-sided, therefore she didn't feel that it was worth being with me? Is this really all my fault? Combeferre spent many nights wondering this. Eponine and the barricades boys were not any help at all. Eponine spent her days finding this new girl that Marius was in love with, Marius spent his time watching the girl, Enjolras was busy planning the revolution, Grantaire was too drunk, and every else was busy. Would he ever find Azelma? 

With her teeth chatting, Azelma pulled the tattered shawl closer around her. Why had she ever chosen to leave Combeferre? When she was with Combeferre, she had had a bed, food, nourishment, and most importantly, love. Combeferre loved her, she knew that. But she need time. Rushing into the relationship with Combeferre was too much to take. Would he take me back? Or would he send me away? No, stop it Azelma! He would always take you back! But, would he? After everything I did? I feel so guilty and so dirty. Must I go back an confess everything that I have done? No. I shan't go back. I can't. I can't. Azelma pushed on. 

It was June 4th. The day before the barricades. Combeferre was walking near the Seine. It was a cloudy day and the chilly winds bit Combeferre's cheeks. He picked up a rock and threw it in. After taking his anger out on the rocks, he decided that throwing rocks would not help him find Azelma. He was on his way back, when he heard a cough and a feeble gasp. Hurriedly, Combeferre rushed down to the banks under the bridge. The sight was heartbreaking. There was a small frail little box, a piece of cloth that Comebferre guessed it had been a fine shawl many years ago, and a dirty potato sack. Azelma, now looking even more malnourished, was now soaking wet. The gasp he had heard was Azelma's. She was trying to sleep, when the slippery mud sent her into the cold freezing river. Now she was soaked to the bone. Her corset and skirt-well they didn't even look like a corset and skirt anymore, were ripped and shredded, and revealing a bit more than Combeferre cared to see. 
"Azelma! Oh, Azelma, my darling!" Combeferre rushed down to help his love up. Her hair and dress was muddy and her teeth were chattering. The young girl looked up at him meekly and asked, "Combeferre?" The man place his arms around him and set her in his lap and hugged her. It felt wonderful to be held by Combeferre, but at the same time, Azelma was biting her lip. How could you get mud all over Combeferre's fine clothes? I mean look at his coat now! And his cravat! And his trousers! Look at what you've done, Azelma! You ought to be ashamed of yourself. He seemed to read her mind and quietly rebuked her, "Stop worrying about the mud on my clothing. Goodness, Azelma! Look at your skin! How long have you been like this?" All of the tears she had held back came pouring out like a dam breaking free. 
"Oh Combeferre! Just go! Leave me! You could never love me after what I have done!" Azelma hastily started to crawl off of Combeferre as she started to cry. Her cries struck Combeferre's heart like a knife. 
"What have you done that is so terrible that I can never love you again?" Combeferre put two hands on Azelma's sides and gently pulled her back against his firm chest. 
"I-I, our relationship. It just started so fast. I've never been loved by a man. My father loved me until we were thrown into poverty. He couldn't care less about me! But you! You! You! You! You treated me like I was the queen of France. You didn't care about what I looked like, you didn't judge me. But I needed time to think. So I left. But I meant only to leave for a night. But on my way to you, I ran into Father's gang. They still hadn't punished me for not doing my job when you came to my rescue, so it doubled the punishment. They had another job for me, which again, I failed to do correctly. I was punished again, and I think I they have broken my wrist. I was not allowed to come home, and I already had no food and no shelter. So I started to steal food. I would go through rich folks garbage and take scraps here. But I was making no money, and people were catching me trying to steal." She paused here. Combeferre knew by the look in her eyes that the worst part was coming. 
"And, and I grew so desperate! I was so hungry! So hungry! And, and-," Azelma now started to cry even harder than before. "I started to prostitute myself for money. I worked at that for days. With that money I bought food. But only stale bread was what I got. I couldn't go back to face you, Combeferre! You deserve so much better than a prostituting, dirty, poor girl like me. You deserve a girl like Marius'. I couldn't go back to you. I was so ashamed. I figure that I would die here before I went back to tell you all of the sins I have made." Now the poor girl put her frail face into her equally frail hands and wept bitterly. Combeferre comforted her and whispered that everything was okay. 
"No, it is not okay! I don't deserve you! Not after what I've done!" Azelma started to hiccup.  Pushing away the muddy hair from Azelma's face, Combeferre tilted her chin up so she was forced to look into his eyes. 
"Azelma, nothing could make me stop loving you. Not after you've stolen, not after you have prostituted yourself. It is not right, but not event that could stop me from loving you." Combeferre then leaned down before catching Azelma's lips in a kiss. They sat simply kissing for a moment, before Combeferre scooped up Azelma and her shawl in his arms and carried her to his apartment. As soon as he got to his street, he turned to Joly's and knocked on the door. Joly opened it, and his whole look told Combeferre that he was horrified. Azelma was sleeping in his arms.
"Bring her in here." Joly whispered. Joly checked out Azelma's wrist and confirmed that it was broken, before giving Combeferre directions to tell Azelma when she woke up. That night Combeferre dragged in the washbasin and filled it with heated water, before putting a thin washcloth and a bar of soap in reach. He then exited the room, so Azelma could bathe. He was on his way to get some more food, when he ran into Jehan and Joly. 
"Combeferre!" Jehan called! "Combeferre!" Combeferre turned and saw Joly and Jehan rushing toward him. In their arms were brown-paper packaged items. 
"These are from Alix and Musichetta. They are too small on each of them. All they need for Azelma is tighter lacing. They are not queens dresses, but they are better than those," Jehan wondered what to call Azelma's corset and skirt, for they were not a skirt or corset anymore. "Rags she wears. There is undergarments, corsets, dresses, a couple pairs of shoes, a hairbrush and nightgown from Alix, and twenty francs and a dressing robe from Musichetta." Feeling as though he could not breath, Combeferre shook hands with both men and thanked them repeatedly, before taking the packages to Azelma. 

Azelma sat in the now-lukewarm water. She had washed and was just enjoying the feel of the warm water. It was now a deep murky brown. She was just about to step out when the door opened. Sinking back as deep into the water as she could, Azelma held her breath. A night gown, undergarments, a dressing robe, slippers and a hairbrush were carefully tossed on the bed in reach of her before the door closed once again.With a contented sigh, Azelma dried off, and slipped into the clothes. Real clothes. Silk! They are silk! I've never worn silk before! Azelma was tying the belt on her dressing robe when Combeferre came in with the rest of the packages. 
"These are from Alix, who is Jehan's mistress, and Musichetta, who is Joly and Legsles' mistress. They are all too small on them, and they though they would fit you." Combeferre set down the rest of the items, before opening a the parcels of meats, wedges of cheese and loaves of bread. He looked over at Azelma and smiled. Even if she was thinner than a rail, she was beautiful. She looked like an angel all in white. Her dark hair was thin and a bit stringy, but clean and yet still beautiful. He handed her the food, which she inhaled and replied, "Merci beaucoup, Monsieur." 
"De rien." Combeferre whispered. After she was finished eating, Azelma yawned and got ready for bed. Just before she laid her head on the pillow, Combeferre came over and gave her a kiss on the lips that sent Azelma into Heaven, before he returned to his mat on the floor. While she slept, Combeferre was worrying once again. The barricades were to arise the next day. He would have to leave her. Again. But he wanted to always be there to protect her. Now he was leaving, and possibly dying on the barricades. He said a prayer before he slept. 

The next morning, Combeferre woke early. He had to be up and on the side of the street with the rest of the Friends of the ABC. He stood and dressed, and looked over while Azelma slept. He kissed her on the lips as she slept and whispered, "Know, my dear Azelma, that I love you with all of my heart." With that, he left. 

When he approached the streets, they were already crowded. He spotted Enjolras and the group and hurried to stand over with them. 
"Ah, Combeferre. The day of revolution has come!" Enjolras announced. Courfeyrac, Jehan, Joly, Bossuet, Lesgles, Feuilly and Grantaire were also there. Surprisingly, even Marius was there. Before long, the National Guardsmen and the coffin of General Lamarque were traveling The streets. Everyone was solemn as they started to sing, "Do you hear the people sing? Singing the song of angry men, is it the music of a people who will not be slaves again! When the beating of your heart echoes the beating of the drums, there is a life about to start when tomorrow comes!"  
"Will you join in our crusade who will be strong and stand will me? Somewhere beyond the barricade is there a world you long to see?" Combeferre sang at the top of his lungs. 
"Then join in the fight that will give you the right to be free!" Courfeyrac sang. All of the Friends of the ABC started to climb onto he open carriage that held Lamarque's coffin. 

In a matter of minutes the fighting had started. National Guardsmen started to shoot at innocent people and the barricade boys. 
"To the barricades!" Enjolras screamed. Everyone ran to the Cafe Musain. Marius tossed down  the French flag to Enjolras. 
"We need as furniture as you can throw down!" Courfeyrac hollered to the women and young girls inside the houses surrounding them. Chairs, dressers, tables, pianos, mattresses came tumbling out of the window. Combeferre, Enjolras, Courfeyrac and Jehan pushed a carriage over on its side. as soon as the barricade was built, all of the lead Barricade Boys were at the tops with guns, pistols and rifles. Eventually they learned that a spy was among them. A police inspector named Javert.

The first attack came soon enough. Bahorel was killed by a guard who stabbed Bahorel with his bayonet. After the first attack, the roll was called. One of the insurgents was missing. And who was it? One of the dearest. One of the most valiant. Jean Prouvaire. He was sought among the wounded, he was not there. He was sought among the dead, he was not there. He was evidently a prisoner. At the end of the street there was a significant clash of arms. They heard a manly voice shout:-- "Vive la France! Long live France! Long live the future!" They recognized the voice of Prouvaire. A flash passed, a report rang out. Silence fell again. Enjolras glanced at Javert, and said to him:-- "They have killed him," exclaimed Combeferre. "Your friends have just shot you." Eponine died in the first attack in Marius' arms. Combeferre's heart hurt at the sight of a now-deceased Eponine. What would he tell Azelma? Gavoroche was killed next, for he had been trying to gather cartridges, despite Combeferre's warnings.

It was not long after, before the barricade was attacked again. This time the battle was even bloodier. Joly, Bossuet, Feuilly, Courfeyrac were killed. Combeferre, spattered in blood was lifting up a wounded soldier, when he was pierced three times from a bayonet. He look up to Heaven and whispered, "Azelma, I love you." before he fell and expired. 

Azelma woke to see the apartment vacant and empty. 
"Combeferre?" Azelma wondered aloud. She went a whole day worrying. The next morning very suddenly, the door was banged open. A bloody man fell to his knees. 
"Are you alright, Monsieur?" Azelma asked, worriedly. 
"Are you Mademoiselle Azelma?" the man gasped for air. 
"Yes. What has happened?" Azelma cried out. 
"Combeferre- he has died. A bayonet. Eponine is dead! Gavroche was is dead! Everyone has died!" the man sobbed. "He told me to tell you if he died. He also told me to tell you that he loves you and he will see you in Heaven." Azelma fell to her knees and sobbed. Her Combeferre was dead. Her sister Eponine was dead. Her brother Gavroche, whom though she didn't know well enough, was dead. She took the man's hand into hers and replied, "Thank you. Thank you." Oh, Combeferre. I love you so very much! Then both them looked out the window to see a new beautiful dawn rising.

The End

I hope you have enjoyed the end of Combeferre and Azelma's love story! 

---Sydney, I hope I did the ending of your wonderful fan-fiction justice. Thank you so very much (Or so I say merci beaucoup? (thank you so much!) for giving me the opportunity! Did you catch how I incorporated Alix in there from your heartbreaking Jehan fan-fiction? And I also incorporated some lyrics from "Til I Hear You Sing" from Love Never Dies. See if you can spot them! :) Once again, thank you so much, Sydney!!!

Tell Me If You Enjoyed The Ending Of Combeferre and Azelma's Love Story!! Tell Me What You Think!!!

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Hey Everyone! Fan-Fiction Announcement!!!

Okay, as all my readers know, I have been working on a fan-fiction about Joly, one of the underrated barricade boys from Les Misérables. Now, the ending is currently in the works. But, something as come up. Another fan-fiction. Yes, that right. Sydney Summers from her blog "Ramblings Of A Les Misérables Fanatic", has started a Combeferre Fan-Fiction. It's a bit of a shipping story (Combeferre/Azelma). I loved reading them and was always waiting for the next part to come out with anticipation. But, sadly, due to her busy schedule, Sydney has not been able to finish it. Now, I had given her a few ideas about ending the story, before, and just a few days ago she came to comment on one of my pins. I asked her if I could finish the story, and she accepted. So, a big thank you to you, Sydney!!! Hopefully, it should be out by this Friday. I'm giving myself a deadline so I must finish it!!! I am determined!!! I hope y'all enjoy it!!!

Sunday, October 13, 2013

Writings On The White Fence: The Silver Slipper: The Deeds

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Okay, so I have been in a severe writers block for I think, maybe a month or so. I haven't been able to add one little word to The Last Dance or any of my books. So, I came up with a children's story. Here's what I got so far; This is part of the book that will pretty much explain everything: P.S. There are two pictures of "titles" like covers for my book. Tell Me Which one You Like Best. Yes, they are quite a bit alike, but there are small little changes to each.

"Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess fairy. She had hair like the golden sun, eyes bluer than the bluest waters and the grace of a true princess. She always wore a pristine white dress along with beautiful silver gemmed slippers. She was the most beautiful in the family. Lena was her name. Lena had been born to a father who was a sorcerer and a mother who was an enchantress. They had another daughter 

who was named Whitney. Whitney was older than Lena, but her hair was a plain pale blonde, and her eyes didn't shine or sparkle like her younger sister's. Children in the village loved Lena. She played with them, read them stories in the town square and took them on adventures. Whitney grew extremely jealous of her sister. What did every like so much about her younger sister? Whitney went to a witch for advice. The witch made her a special vial filled with a green poison, and told her to give it to Lena. The poison would make Lena severely sick as soon as she would drink it. 
The next day, Whitney poured the poison into her sister's cup as Lena read to the children. One young girl innocently took a sip of Lena's drink and fell ill. Lena, being a princess fairy, knows the only antidote is the crystal water rose. The crystal water rose was a rose that had never been able to be found. Everyone knew it was under the Sapphire Falls, which the most majestic falls in all of Glenson. But it was deep under the water of the waterfalls, and no one could get to it. The crystal water rose was a white rose with crystal dew drops that could be mixed in with a special water tonic. It had the power to heal a sick person. Lena jumped in, and searched and searched. She was running out of time and hope, when she saw the crystal water rose glowing. With a strong tug, Lena pulled it out of the water, making sure to leave a root for another crystal water rose to grow. It healed the little girl and Lena was award a hero. The baker had seen Whitney pour the poison in, and she was banished from Glenson to the Land of Wandering. Before she left, Whitney vowed revenge on her sister Lena. There, Whitney went to the witch who was now dying. The witch left Whitney all of her powers and her hut, which contained spells and dark magic. Whitney became a powerful witch. About a year later, on Lena's sixteen birthday Whitney dressed as an old beggar women. She spotted a crystal tear-drop necklace around Lena's neck. Her younger sister had received it for her sixteenth birthday, and it was a magic crystal that kept her alive. Whitney found Lena alone in the woods and snatched the necklace away. She then threw it against the rock, and it shattered into a thousand pieces. The princess fairy fell to her knees and soon she could hardly even move. Whitney threw every piece of Lena's necklace into the river. 
Later that night, villagers found Lena and told her parents. Before her parents could arrive, a man found Lena. She told him to take her slipper and put it on the small pedestal in the town square. She told him, only the truest girl with a heart of love would be able to take the slipper off. Once the slipper is pulled off, Lena will be released from her spell. Either that, her every single piece of her necklace had to be put back together. Lena's mother arrived and gently formed a giant water bubble around her daughter, as they laid Lena's body in the waterfall. From that day on, the princess fairy was buried under the water fall, and has remained there for two years. Countless people have tried to take the slipper off the pedestal, but no one could ever remove it. The mystery today still surrounds our fair kingdom." Grandfather finished his story. His young granddaughter, Lina smiled and whispered, "Thank you Grandfather for telling me the story again." 
"Your welcome. Now go to sleep." Grandfather kissed her forehead. Before he could walk out, Lina asked, "How do you know this story, grandfather?" 
"Well, Lina, you might not believe me, but I, your old wrinkly grandfather, was that man. I saw young, beautiful Lena in her final living state. I was the man who placed her silver slipper on the pedestal in the town square." 
"Really? Grandfather, do fairies get old and wrinkly like you?" Lina asked. 
"Oh, no. Only bad witches and evil sorcerers do. Beautiful good princess fairies like Lena stay young and beautiful forever. Until they die, of course."
"Where do they go when they die?" 
"To Heaven, to be with God, of course. Just like your mother and father. Your older brother, too. Now, you have asked, far too many questions. You need to go to sleep." Grandfather tickled Lina's sides. "Grandmother, will scold me. Good night Lina." 
"Good night, Grandfather." Lina's eyelids slowly fell. 

Lena. A beautiful princess fairy who has fallen under a curse. Now, don't get her mixed up with Lina, the regular peasant girl. Why would I choose to name them the same name? Well, I'm having Peasant Lina born on Princess Fairy Lena's birthday. The story above shall explain Lena's sad story. These are a few options for Lena's dress: 

These are all from Pinterest. On the first collage the one nearest to the right, just pretend it's white. That goes for the last one right above this, also. I couldn't decided. This story is set in fairy-talish times, so I don't care if it looks Medieval or not. 

Now, moving on to our protagonist Lina, the peasant girl. Pure of heart and bright of spirit. She loves children and Lena is her roll model. Her parents died when she was young. Her mother died when she was one, due to a fever, and her father when she was two, due to him dying at sea. Her brother had died when Lina was a little girl. She was playing in the woods while her brother played the flute, when a bear came and attacked her. Her brother died after killing the bear, saving Lina's life. Lina is soft spoken, and doesn't like confrontation. Most of the time she is carefree. She is normally known for getting into mischief and trouble with her best friend Pierre (for more on Pierre, scroll down)

The last one is Lina's wedding dress, because Lina ends up getting married, and because I just wanted to find a use for such a beautiful gown! The second one to the left is the one I'm leaning towards. 

Now, we move along to Pierre. He is Lina's best friend. To think of him, think of Gustav from the 1998 movie "Ever After: A Cinderella Story". 

Now ignore the kissing and love stuff. They are only friends, such as Danielle and Gustav in the movie "Ever After". He is the silversmith's apprentice and Lina's best and most trusted friend. He is encouraging, secretive, mischievous, bouncy and always has Lina's back. He, Grandfather and the prince (for more on the prince, scroll down) are the only ones who have seen Lena after her curse. 

Moving on, we come to the prince. Now the prince, I still don't have a name for. Here's where I need my readers help. Supply me with a name in the comments box, for I need one desperately. 

That's like the only one I could find that could do my prince justice. Now, he is quiet, respectful and is looking for a wife. His mother and father the king and queen are constantly pressuring him to find a wife. But it's not as easy as he thinks. He thinks that everyone with a title is stuck-up and full of themselves. But peasant girls. Another story. He wants to marry for love. That's the highest thing on his list.

Ah, Whitney. Our lovely antagonist. She is Lena's older sister. She used to be a fairy like Lena, but is angered by jealousy and later turns into a witch with dark powers. 

I wanted to make Lena and Whitney sightly similar. Like is says up in my flashback story: "But her hair was a plain pale blonde and her eyes didn't shine or sparkle like her younger sister's." So, you get it. Jealousy over beauty and popularity. Sounds like the real world, huh? 

I haven't found any pictures for Grandfather, because this is all I have so far. Grandfather is important to the story, as well. Now, from my last "Writings On The White Fence" I sometimes look back and wonder "Look how far I've fallen! Going from writings beautiful romances and action adventure novels to writing children's book because I am in a severe writers block!" But sometimes it is good for a change, yes? Yes, I think so. I hope you enjoyed finding out a little bit more of my writings and thanks for meeting my cast!!! Au Revoir!!!

What Do You Think About My New Story? Do You Have Any Names For The Prince? Supply Your Suggestions, Your Vote On Which "Book Cover" And Your Thoughts On "The Silver Slipper". Each And Every One Is Welcomed In The Comments Box!!!