It's been awhile....

I've been feeling quite lost, but hey! I'm here and alive.

I hope to be posting some of my writing again soon.
so don't lose hope! I haven't completely disappeared.

~Literary Literalist

Different

I'm tired of the pain.
I'm tired of people looking down on us.
I'm tired of being put in the small group of people who are different.
So what if you really like dying your hair a rainbow of colors.
So what if you like having lots of piercings.
So what if you like having tattoos.
So what if your taste in music is different.
Just because you like being different the the rest of the world doesn't mean that you are a freak.
It doesn't mean that other people have the right to put you in this small group.
Other people shouldn't be able to define who you are by what you look like or what you like to do.
You are the only one who can define who you are.
Or... you can just not label yourself.
Be unknown.
You don't have to choose.
You are who you are and that is all that matters.


Love,
Literary Literalist

Hey guys!

Can I ask a favor of my fans????

I created a blog for my obsession with Doctor Who.... and I was wondering, IF you guys wouldn't mind, if you guys can look at it. I am a total whovian and if you haven't heard of Doctor Who, then most of the things on there won't make since.

Here is the link: http://fishsticksandcustard.blogspot.com/

THANKS GUYS!!!!!

~ Literary Literalist

Mom...

I love you mom, with alllllllll my heart!!!!!!

Love,
Literary Literalist

Happy Birthday!!!!!!

Happy Birthday Abigail Engler!!!! I hope you have and awesome day! You are an awesome friend, especially cause you want to set me up with a certain guy LOL. Video chat me later so I can *attempt to sing you happy birthday (*I have a sore throat)!

Love,
Literary Literalist

My life

I miss my life being normal.... When I was 11 my dad had a Brain Aneurysm, where a vessel in his brain either leaks or pops. He was rushed to the hospital, I had to stay at home, I didn't even get to say goodbye, even if it was just for a little while. He was at the local hospital for a week, then transferred up to Saint Luke's in Huston Texas, a long drive from where I live. My mom went with him, my family drove up about a week later, I missed my mom TERRIBLY, from there my dad stayed at St. Luke's for another 3 weeks. We left the day after my 12 th birthday, October 31st of 2010. He came back home, sort of, he was in an L-Tac, then a rehab, then into a nursing home for a week, where he wasn't taking very good care of. Then he came home, for real this time. Now, two years later, he's still working on memory problems and physical issues because of where the  Brain Aneurysm was, but I still have my dad and am really glad, even if he gets on my nerves some times. :D

Love,
Literary Literalist

You rock!!!

Abigail Engler You are awesome!!!! You inspire me... I can't wait to see you in class On Thursday!

Love,
Literary Literalist

Beautiful....

Hey guys, I know I haven't posted in awhile... I haven't had much to say. I've been thinking about a guy, who hurt me (my heart is bruised, but not broken.) He told me he loved me, but he was lying.... he used me. But I got over him very quickly because I have God to guide me along the path that he has set before me. I pray for him a lot. I remember hearing this song a lot, it is called Just The Way You Are by: Bruno Mars. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LjhCEhWiKXk) This is a song, that has inspired me, others would be Beautiful by: Christina Aguilera(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eAfyFTzZDMM). I am beautiful.... and so are you... who ever is reading this.

Love,
Literary Literalist

My Fight By: Jayci Baker

Stand up for what you believe in, even if you’re standing alone.

I have never understood what this meant until I woke in the unknown.

Now I hold onto this quote, for it is the rock on which I stand.

I fight for what I believe in, even if it feels like I’m in quick sand.

We all battle to win some kind of war in our life.

Some are physical, and some are just emotional strife.

The war that I fight is a very physical war.

But I know that our victory will end with a roar.

For I am a fierce warrior of the moonlit night.

And freedom—sweet freedom— is my greatest fight.

THIS POEM WAS WRITTEN BY MY FRIEND JAYCI, I WANTED TO SHARE HER WORK.

Life

This is a song I wrote a few weeks ago...

I see your eyes like shooting star, feel your heart like the wind on my face. i know your there, like I know there's life... I wanna be your wife. I wanna see those those shooting stars everyday when I open my eyes I wanna be your wife.

My heart is open for you... When I close my eyes I see your face, looking back at me. With love in your eyes and me in your arms. I wanna be your wife.

I wanna be there when you come home. Be with you when we grow old. I wanna be your wife...

I wanna Be your Life....

- Literary Literalist

Celebrities!!!

All the celebrities think that they are the kings and queens of the world. NO! The people in the world, who's names we don't know, make the most difference! They work hard for the money that they give to charities! They go to other countries to share the word of GOD, not the music made by the people that we call "famous". Beat that celebs!

Project Inspired!

http://www.projectinspired.com  .... This is an awesome site!!! I have met so many new friends here! It is a Christian Girls website, for all ages!!! Suchan3rd and Sarah16 you guys rock!!!! :D

Love you guys,
Literary Literalist

Broken

You are beautiful, no matter what they say! Inside and out... you are God's creation. You are broken, but you are part of God's Divine purpose. Think of a mosaic, each piece is broken, but they com together to make a whole creation that is BEAUTIFUL just like you!!! Jesus loves you!! :D

Life

"Words can hurt, love can hurt, action can hurt. But all of these could be good things, too! love could lead to marriage, words can lead to vows, action can lead to proposals. A bad thing can lead to a good thing."

Why?

"Why do we do what we do? Why do we sin and break the law? Why do we care what other people think about what we look like? We do these things because it is human nature and inevitable. It is who we are, it is what we were meant to be..."

YOU

            "What is life without sacrifice, what is a world without loss. What is a person without love, what is love without compromise. Do these define our world? In some ways yes in others no. If it defines you, then u have made a choice to let it define you. If you don't want them to be the definition of you, then just don't let them. Be your own person. Be YOU."

Freedom has a cost

"Even thought humanity rules in this world, and it may also rule part of me. My heart will be free and rise to many heights and my dreams will become a reality, I will become a new person and humanity will see that. I will govern my own spirit and mind, I will be my own person. This is what will be in my heart as i grow and prosper in this world. It is human nature to a have doubts and fears, but it is also human nature to rule over those things, to wipe out hose thought that hold us back from succession. To succeed is what people want, to live and prosper and know that they rule over there lives. But do not take pride in what you have accomplished, but be joyful. Do not boast, but tell when asked. Also do not give up on your dream, but try to accomplish it. I say these things because they are true and what we should follow to accomplish or dreams. If you don't believe me look back on our history, on the history of America. To be free is the most wanted thing and to be free you must try to be free."

A Cristmas tree

"A Christmas tree is a wonderful thing and can be the thing that brings a separated family together. it warms the hearts of all and reminds us of the wonders of our joy filled life with God."

The Love Light

"The love light  gleams and shines on us, just as the Sun shines in the day. They both warm us, the love light warms your heart and soul, and the Sun warms your skin and muscles and fills your mind with thoughts and the love of God. It reminds us of the wonders of our creator, and gives us peace of mind, soul and heart."

Sweet

"Sweet is the song that appeals to the heart.
Sweet is the lullaby that quiets a child.
Sweet is a mother that cares for her child.
Sweet is the father that is holding his baby.
Sweet is the sister who loves her brother.
Sweet is that which the Lord hath made."

Love

"Love is like a rose, sweet smelling and beautiful, but it has it's thorns. Pain and suffering, but even with those thorns, Love sticks with you and it never dies."

A Bluebonnet

"A blue bonnet is the essence of what freedom feels like, it never bothers to think about where it's seeds are planted, nor where they grow. The bluebonnet is a free spirit that goes where it pleases and lands where it wants. The bluebonnet is free, so should your spirit be."

The reason I call my blog Literary Literalist is because...

...I am a very literal person who has her funny moments. I have a family who makes jokes a lot and sometimes you just have to groan. My mom is the crafty, corny and one of my best friends. My Dad is the King of corn, a joke never comes into his head without it being said. My sisters are artistic and funny. All around this family is a funny bunch.

Saintclaire's Ride

This is the story of Joe Saintclaire, who was one of five trail hands in taking cattle up the Western Trail. The other four trail hands were called Billy McCoy, John Hampton, Peter Chelson and Bobby Joe Hunt, the Trail Boss’s name was Max Hanigan, who was considered one of the toughest bosses around. McCoy, Hampton and Hunt were just youngsters ‘cause this was their first trip, but Saintclaire, Chelson and Hanigan have been riding for years. Hanigan had almost bucked out last winter from a bullet in his side, but he would not have lasted if they had got snowed in outside of Fort Worth.

One morning in particular, they had bread with axle grease, bacon and coffee for breakfast at about six. They were always up around this time, so that they could make it to the next camp by dinner time. Dinner was at about noon, so they had to get an early start. Joe usually woke up at about five-thirty so he had time to get dressed and wake up real good before packing up. He had made this habit about four years ago when he first came out here. That first year was the hardest of his life. They headed out about mid-September and by October three of the trail hands had either gotten themselves captured by Indians or ran over by cattle, either way they bucked out pretty quick.

Saintclaire’s Ma and Pa had passed on about three years back and he had a sister and brother-in-law as well as their little un’ back in New Hampshire. He would get a letter here and there, mostly around his birthday and Christmas, as well as Thanksgiving. Hanigan used to have a wife but last year when he was gone she and their little boy died of fever. After that he never really talked, other than orders. That day actually happened to be Saintclaire’s birthday. He was now thirty-five years old, and he was going to see his sweet heart Annabeth McClellan, today.

The trail hands passed through a little town every time they drove the cattle down this way. Saintclaire and Annabeth had met about two years ago and she had gotten her father’s blessing. They planned to get married as soon as Saintclaire got back. After they were married, they would go on the trail together till the cattle were delivered. They would then take a train back to his home town and live in his parent’s house. Annabeth was born on the same day as he was but five years later, and she had never been married. Instead of marrying she decided to go to a western college that was located in the center of town. When the other trail hands met her they all thought she was a calico queen. She proved to be real help around camp when they were outside of town.

He could see the town in the distance. He was sure nervous about it, ‘cause as soon as he got in to town he would pick up Annabeth and they would go to the church. When he got there, she was standing outside her door. She jumped on his horse and off they went to the church. It was a simple service. They said their vows, I Do, kissed and ran out of the church to his horse. They went back to her place, got her things and went back to camp. After that it was off to the next town to sell the cattle. Then they said their goodbyes to the other trail hands and got on the train. They were the happiest couple on the train and were happy when they reached his hometown about a week later.  His parents’ old house had four bedrooms, a parlor, Family room and a large kitchen, as well as a half acre backyard and a white picket fence around it with a garden in the corner. The garden was Saintclaire’s Ma’s and it was one of her favorite places to be during the day. The other was the kitchen.

The house seemed so empty without Ma and Pa, but all of their furniture was still in the house. Mr. and Mrs. Saintclaire would make the best of it and they would be happy. Someday it will feel like their house. Then they will have their happily ever after, like in Ma’s favorite story.

This is my story.

I am a homescooled student and I love to write short stories and such, so I thought maybe other people might want to read them as well. I really hope you like my blog.

Sincerely, 

Literary Literalist