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Echo (A Retelling of Metamorphoses)

Hey Friendly Followers!  I’m super busy this week but in an effort to keep posting I’m version of fragments of Ovid’s story Metamorphoses. I wrote this for an English assignment last year so it’s a little bit longer then most of my posts. Hope you like it!!

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“Get down from there!” Jenny yelled to Nathan, the 7-year old boy she baby sat. This was the 5th time that day Nathan had climbed in a tree that was far too high and dangerous for a kid his size. She’d felt like a broken record all day having to tell him to stop, to be good and not to do this and that. Grabbing him from the tree she placed him on the ground and took his hand, “ I guess it’s time to go home if you won’t listen.” Instead of begging to stay at the park or apologizing and promising to stop, he did what most annoyed 7-year old boys would, he began the copying game and repeated what she said back to her. “Nathan not this again.” she said exasperatedly, “Nathan not this again” he replied sticking his tongue out.

“Nathan stop” She said pulling him down the path.

“Nathan stop”

“I mean it, stop”

“I mean it, st–” Nathan was cut off by an elderly man, “Ah, I see you have an Echo.”

Stopping Jenny replied, “ Yes, sir, It seems I do.”

Intimidated this time Nathan said nothing. “ What’s your name Echo?” The man said to Nathan. Hiding behind Jenny’s leg he told the man his name. “Well Nathan, it’s not nice to echo people, it’s quite rude.” The old man trailed off into a story about a nymph named Echo who could only repeat what had been said the moment before and a boy named Narcissus. Jenny didn’t pay much attention, thinking of how to politely leave the conversation with the odd, old man. When the story ended with the boy falling in love with himself and dying since he could not bare to be apart from himself, Jenny whisked Nathan away claiming his mother needed him home soon.

When Jenny picked up Nathan the next day to drive him to the park all he could talk about was the funny, old man and his story. When they got to the park Nathan ran for the bench the old man had been sitting on the day before. Excitedly he looked for the man, but he was not there. “Go play on the playground, he might come later.” Jenny said in attempt to cheer him up.  Nathan disappointingly went over to the other kids and began digging in the sand box. A little while later the old man appeared and took his place at the bench. As soon as Nathan saw this he ran over followed by Jenny. No longer the shy boy hiding behind her leg he was yesterday, “ Tell me another story! Like yesterday!” He said sitting down in front of the man. “ What kind of story would you like to hear, boy?” The man said. “A weird one, like yesterday!”

And so the old man began, “Up, down, no one knew the difference. Heat fought with cold, sun beating down on ice trying to melt it. A war among a world unmade. Land left with life, death and no real meaning, with opposites always at odds and everything swirling together to create friction and chaos. It was decided to be divided by the Creator’s four sons. Each son given a quarter of this land to do with as he wished. So the sons made clear the chaos, but all was still not well. The first son, Eurus owned the land of the dawns, the realms of the Arahy, he owned the morning. The second son, Zephyrus held the power to the west and it’s low glow of the sun’s setting. The third son, Borea held the cold winds of the north, the winds as frozen as his heart. The fourth son, Auguster ruled the south lands, wet and warm. With the land livable and ruled, civilization is free to grow and move. Thus the four ages began.”

“What are the four ages?” Nathan wondered excitedly. “That story is for tomorrow.” The old man said dismissively. So Jenny took Nathan home and brought him back again the next day. As soon as the old man got to the park that third day he began his story, “The god’s fought amongst themselves after the world was set. Looking down on the world seeing men fighting men, loved ones killing each other, killings being committed with no hesitation, no thought to the waste of a life.” “This sounds a little morbid  for Nathan, he’s only 7 you know.” Jenny interrupted, “yes, yes it’s fine. Now don’t interrupt me again miss or I won’t tell my story.” The only man replied before continuing. ”Things were not like this before the Iron Age. Things were bad but never that bad, never with men slitting the throats of men. The blood loss of the men filling Mother nature with children and creating monstrous men. It’s a wonder how things evolved this way. The Golden Age, the first of the four ages, was a time of peace for all. No one held anger, or malicious thoughts, there was food aplenty for everyone. The earth produced the needs of civilizations and they took willingly but not greedily, the weather always promoting growth like spring all year.  But with the addition of seasons in the Silver Age things began to change. Houses were to be built, fires to be burned and the earth no longer produced food all year, the people had to plant and work for their food, people began the use of animals to help with manual labor. But still the world was a good place with good people…”

The old man finished his story slowly dragging it out over the course of many days. Jenny would sit off in a world of daydreams while the old man rattled on about the world’s creation and god doing bad things with mortals and fighting always. Nathan was fascinated by these tales. He would sit and listen as long as the man would talk. One day, Nathan requested a story with action, and so the man’s tale began “Phaethon, son of Clymene and the Sun was a good boy. A boy who lived his life with only a mother present and a ominous father lurking overhead but never close enough to reach. He seeked a father, a way to close the gap he felt between himself and his history, not to discredit his mother, but without a father there would always be a part of him missing. While he had been told of his father, the Sun, how could he be sure of his heritage when he had never laid eyes on his own father. As he grew older he began to distrust his heritage, how could he be the son of the Sun? Could he really trust his Mother with nothing but her word to go by? He made no motion to further investigate his worries. After all there was nothing more for her to give him. That is until Epaphus, called him out on his boasting of being son to a god, asking what proof he had and claiming his mother’s word would not suffice. Embarrassed and ashamed Phaethon returned home with a fiery determination to gain proof. Approaching his mother he told her of what had happened earlier, “ How was I to reply? My mother said so, so it must be? I need more, I will not be made a fool for this again dear mother.” Angrily she replied, “No son of mine is a fool. What’s wrong with my word son? Have I lied to you before?” Shaken he thought and try as he might, he could not come up with a lie she had told him, but still he was not satisfied with this, “Mother while I don’t wish to offend you, I must have more solidarity then you can give me for my belief to be fulfilled.” Nodding solemnly Clymene realized the seriousness of this for her son. She sent him with directions to follow the sun to his father’s home in the heavens.

Walking up the steps to his father’s house for the first time, Phaethon was jittery and nervous. It’s nerve  wracking meeting your father for the first time when your father is also the Sun. Taking a moment to ready himself he opened the doors and walked in. Immediately his father’s eyes lit with recognition, “Phaethon, my son through and through, the blood of my veins, the son of the Sun, the chip of my power, what brings you through this journey to see me. “ Finding his confidence he replied, “ Oh father, if you are who you say you are, prove it to me and to anyone who may question it. Give me something so that I and the world may know that I am your son as you are my father. Prove my mother an honest women and give me the proof I request.” Readily his father agreed, “Anything my son. Your mother is no liar she has told you nothing but the truth. You deserve the honor bestowed upon my name. Whatever you wish my son, anything at all. You ask for it and I shall give it to you. I swear by Styx anything you ask for I will give it to you.” Phaethon took this in greedily, mulling over the possible things he could ask for before deciding. In the end there was no real question of what his request would be, “Anything you say I can ask for? Then I wish for the chariot.” The Sun god immediately regretted his oath, this was the one thing he wished to withhold from his son, he feared his son would not be easily persuaded to request something different but still attempted to change his mind, “ The honor you think you will receive from this action is not what it seems. To control the chariot is not a simple task. Many gods including Jove could not will the chariot to move his way. This is suicide you foolish child. You act as if you are better than the gods, yet you can not understand that this is a death wish.” Phaethon considered his father’s words and still would not change his request. Unable to back out on his oath the Sun God explained to his own son what was to be done, “The track you must follow is clear, go to the west. The horses need no urging, the whip you hold should be used lightly and only if needed. You must hold the reins steady and steer the horses, if you give them an inch they’ll take a mile. You must stay equal distances from the earth and the sky, to close to one will cause it to burn and the other to freeze, you must stay in the middle, the left holds a great Serpent and the right holds other countless dangers. This task will take your full concentration and all your strength and even with that it will still be an impossible task.”

So when the time came Phaethon got on the horses and took off towards the west. But once they left the ground the horses pull became too much of him to handle. Fire flared out of their nostrils, illuminating the sky, the flames of their fur licked Phaethon’s body, burning him which caused him to release the reins. With no one to stop them the horses whirled through the area melting the ice caps and burning the towns of earth. Around and around the horses went leaving fire and death in their wake. Simultaneously, the heat from the horses started burning away Phaethon’s flesh—”

“Oh, shoot look at the time, I’m sorry for interrupting but we have to leave.” Jenny said not liking where the story was headed. “ Awe Jenny, can’t we stay a little longer? I want to know what happens. It’s almost over.” Nathan reasoned. “We can come back tomorrow I’m sure the story can wait till then,” She said already grabbing Nathan’s hand and walking away.

Excited the next day to hear the rest of the story, Nathan ran to the bench to greet the old man who had not yet arrived. Determined, Nathan waited. And waited. And waited, till it was far too late for him and Jenny to still be at the park. “I’m sure something just came up. He’ll be back tomorrow” Jenny said when she finally declared they could wait no longer. But when they returned the next day the old man did not show once again. He didn’t come the day after that, or the day after that, or any of the days after that. Jenny feared this would hurt Nathan or he would take it personally but he didn’t. Instead he would just sit on the bench everyday waiting, waiting for what she didn’t know, he knew the old man would not return. She could not figure what he could possibly be waiting for until one day a little boy walked by hand in hand with a worn out looking woman, every word the woman said the boy would repeat back to her.

In response Nathan said, “Ah, I see you have an Echo.”

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Let me know in the comments below if you want to see more stories like this on this blog or just any thoughts you might be thinking. Love always!!

Since You’ve Been Gone by Morgan Matson – Review by Yours Truly

Emily is Sloane’s best friend. And that is all most people know about her. That and she is pretty fast, given her track record. But Emily doesn’t mind, she has Sloane who talks to other people to make up for her shyness. They spend every waking moment together, so it all works out. But that all changes when the summer before their senor year, Sloane and her family leave with out a word. No explanation, no good bye, no future address. But there is a list, a list that comes in the mail. This isn’t the first list from Sloane and it’s defiantly not a grocery list. It a “must do” list for Emily and the only thing she has left of her best friend. Emily sets out to complete the list and find her best friend. But skinny dipping and kissing a stranger? Really Sloane? And why does she keep running into Frank? The perfect student who just wants to save the world, and maybe her too? In Since You’ve Been Gone by Morgan Matson, Emily’s in for a whirlwind of life changing events, new friendships and new experiences as Emily is pushed past her bonds, thrown into a wild and possibly life changing summer in hopes of finding her best friend. And maybe some romance along the way too.

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Since You’ve Been Gone by Morgan Matson, is not your classic teen summer romance book. There’s more to it than a boy and a girl. Which is refreshing after reading so many of the same story told with different characters. It’s about friendship, love, loyalties, fun and finding yourself. Morgan writes amazingly true characters. She is an amazing writer. As my former English teacher would say,” she uses juicy words”. She writes in a way that keeps you guessing and interested. Falling in love with this book is pretty easy, it’s putting it down that’s the hard part. I can honestly say its one of the few books that made me want to go out and do something. Not change the world or feed the hungry but it made me want to experience more things. I was torn between getting up and trying to do the stuff Emily had to do and reading more (needless to say reading always won). But after I finished, I had a new found love for my best friend and we made a List of our own with over 50 things that will push us to do thing we wouldn’t with out it. So we are competing to see who can complete more by the end of 2015. We have a very competitive friendship so it should be interesting (I will obviously win). But probably not as exciting as Emily’s adventures. I would give Since You’ve Been Gone a nine out of ten. It’s a fun read for I’d say ages 9 to 25, defiantly a YA Novel. Its a cute romance and a quick read. And I guess in a perfect universe it would have an epilogue.

If you’ve read Since You’ve Been Gone by Morgan Matson let me know in the comments below. I’d love to hear your opinion of it!

Seems like even though this post is about Since You’ve been gone, it seems like I am the one who has been gone. I have another review due to post on Friday, it’s a review on Catching Jordan by Miranda Kenneally. I hope you all had a wonderful holiday and would like to give a quick shout out to my mom to wish her the happiest birthday! Go see what she is posting at Taking the World on with a Smile

Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell

Cath and Wren were inseparable, united by being twins and equal obsessiveness with Simon Snow. That was until they went to college and Wren, being more out going and growing out of Simon Snow, didn’t want to be roommates.  Cath doesn’t want friends. She is perfectly happy going through the rest of her college life doing nothing other than writing fanfiction. Online socialization is all she needs. Her roommate, Reagan, and her roommate’s boyfriend, won’t let her be. She soon becomes friends with this odd roommate of hers and learns that her roommate’s cute “boyfriend”, Levi, isn’t her boyfriend anymore. That changes things, but so does Nick. The boy from her advanced fiction writing class. Cath gets into some sticky situations, “Cath didn’t wake up when the door swung open. But she jumped when it slammed closed. That’s when she felt Levi sprawled out beneath her, the warm scrape of his chin against her forehead. Then she woke up.” how can she get herself out of that one? Does Cath even have time for this with the 8th and final Simon Snow book coming out so soon and Carry On, her fanfiction gone famous, not finished. Her fans are waiting, but so is the rest of her life.


Rainbow Rowell does an amazing job telling this fanfiction-y story with grace and unbelievably believable, character development. Cath’s character development is page turning. She gives all us fangirls hope for finding love, even if it may come unexpectedly. I loved this book. It was extremely relatable, funny and sweet. It was a fast easy read for me, I read it in like two days. I would give it a 9 out of 10. My only two complaints are: one that there was no epilog and two, that the Simon Snow series is not real.

Again sorry for the lack of posting I will try to increase my posts!

Fall

It’s my favorite season, Fall. The weather is cool but sunny and just perfect. To me, Fall is a time for family and soccer. Two of my favorite things. It seems like everything starts settling down, the leaves fall and the kids go back to school. The last part is most of the reason that I end up spending more time with family. Everyone gets on a schedule and we work each other into ours. Plus during the summer everyone is so busy and we forget about each other. But it seem like in the Fall everyone slows down and starts thinking again.

Picture by my Mom

Picture by my Mom

In fall school starts again for me and all the other kids out there.  Me personally, I enjoy school. I see my friends, I learn and I have some really fun classes. But it’s the things that come with going to school that make me wish the week was over. The things like getting up at 7:00 am and having an hour to two hours of home almost everyday. When you add that to my already crazy schedule, I have no time. I have soccer practice or a game at least three times a week and add-on my brother’s games I have to attend, everyday I’m at soccer. Then eating dinner and taking a shower, blow drying my hair, straightening/curling it and then sleeping. I have no time other than weekends.

Picture by my Mom

Picture by my Mom

Family and fun is saved for the weekends. On Saturdays I play soccer and either rest, do something fun or special or spend time with my family. On Sundays I sleep late, which is one of my favorite things to do. Most of the time I spend my Sundays with family. My weekends are defiantly my family and rest time. I think it’s that way for most people.  I wonder if people spend more time with family on the weekend because they know they don’t have the time during the week with work and school. But during the summer people in general have more time so they kind of forget to put that time aside.

This weekend I had a soccer game and went to Hershey Park with my dad. The park was so quiet and it was perfect weather. Some of the great things about fall. Tell me, whats your favorite season and why? When do you find you spend the most time with family?  Don’t be shy, please reply and leave comments below, I love me some comments.

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We accept the love…

We accept the love we think we deserve.

This is a quote from Perks of Being a Wallflower. I love it and everything it is saying. If you think your beautiful, you’ll go find someone who is beautiful on the inside and out, and same goes the other way.

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I have recently reached (and passed) 50 followers!! This is a big achievement for me, and means a lot to me. I want to say thank you to my followers because with out you, my post wouldn’t mean anything. There are some who have been with me since the start, and some that are new. I want to thank all you, all of my 53 followers for keeping up and reading my blog!

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Through the woods

One summer evening, Sasha was wondering what to do. Her mom suggested she go for a walk. She took Sonny, her dog, and they began to walk through the woods. Sonny lead the way deeper and deeper into the woods. Sasha didn’t mind, what else would she do? Though she had this eerie feeling something was watching her, she looked around and didn’t see anything, so she walked on.

 

The two friends kept walking, stopping occasionally to let Sonny have a sniff of this and that. As they did so, Sasha saw an owl, but didn’t give it a second thought. These woods were a big part of Sasha’s past. She and her father used to go on walks, until he passed away three years ago in these woods. He was stabbed, but no one knows who or what killed him.

 

Veering off the trail,  didn’t worry Sasha. She knew these woods like the back of her hand, but once again, she had the feeling of eyes following her every move. Soon the feeling went away so she continued onwards. Their surroundings were beginning to darken. Thinking they should go home she stopped, pulling on Sonny’s leash and saying, “Lets go back.”

 

Just as Sasha began to turn around, she got that feeling again and this time it sent a chill down her spine. She looked back, and looking into her eyes were two big owls eyes. She laughed thinking, “It’s just an owl why am I frightened?” As this thought passed through her mind, Sonny began to bark and back away from the owl. Looking at him she said, “Calm down. It’s just an owl, there’s nothing to worry abo…” she turned back around, to find the owl flying straight at her heart.

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