Fun Fridays- When I see a rainbow

From now on, every Friday I will post not some of my writing, but a song or story from someone I know. Today's Fun Friday is from my little sister Clara. She is 3 years old, and I wrote this story down for her a few weeks ago. Enjoy, and have a great weekend!

When I see a RAINBOW

By Clara

When I see a RAINBOW, I will meet a unicorn. And I will ride away with a butterfly and the unicorn and catch butterflys and pick flowers for the Unicorn and Butterfly.  The unicorn will be  named  RAINBOW because she is a RAINBOW. The butterfly name will be Rina. And I will be a smiley face. And I will be a RAINBOW. And I will build a castle out of rainbow and paint the bricks RAINBOW. And we will live there forever and be happy, and I will find my pets, and they will sleep in my RAINBOW crocs. 

THE END! :D

Amura- My new novel!

This Is the intro to my new book, Amura. I'll post the first chapter in about a week. Then I'll post another chapter every 2-4 weeks. Please, don't be afraid to tell me what you think, whether it be something that doesn't make sense, a character suggestion, or simply just that I made a grammar mistake. O love to hear from you guys! 

Note- I would not recommend this book for young children.

The scary man was still talking to Granny Faye, and I was getting restless. Was Daddy home? I wondered.Was he hurt? I squirmed and moved a little closer to the fire. I tired to think of other things, like Granny always says to do when I'm bored or nervous. Before I could try anymore, Granny came out, followed by the man. He shook Granny's hand, nodded at me, and left. Then Granny came over and sat down by the fire.

"Amura. your fath-" She started say, but I interrupted her in my excitement.

"Is he home? where is he? I want to see my daddy!" She pursed her lips and took my hand.

"Amura." She began, taking a deep breath. "He's not home." I frowned.

"Why not? Where is he? did he get hurt?"

"Y-Yes." She said sadly. Suddenly, a sob broke out of me.

"What?! who hurt him?! What-what happened?" my voice broke. Granny's voice dropped down real low, like she was telling me a secret.

"He got hurt by a snow lion. He-" she wipes away a tear. "He won't be coming back."

It took a moment for me to understand what she meant. I whimpered and took back my hand from hers. 

"No." I mutter. I jumped up, screaming. "NO!"

"Amura..." she said, reaching out to me. I took another step back, screaming;

"You promised nothing would happen to him!" I screamed. "You said he would be okay!!" I pushed aside the curtain and ran out into the icy black cold, Ignoring my grandmother's calls behind me.

Dancing With Him- A Short Story

I pace the room. I feel sick. first father... now mother...Don't let her die. I think.  The Doctor comes down the hall, and I jerk open the door, stepping in his path.
 "How is she?" I ask hopefully. The Doctor only shakes his head and goes out the door. I go down the hall to my mothers room and am about to knock when I turn around and go to my room. I grab my bible. A teardrop falls on the worn leather. I open I to a random page, and my eyes fall on this verse.
A time to live and a time to die... I close the bible. and look up at my Mother.
 "Mama. Are you going to die?" I ask, my face showing no emotion.
"I'm not going to die." She says without fear. "I'm going to dance." I must look at her oddly, because she then says;
"I'm going to dance with Jesus." feelings mix up inside of me. Equal parts of disbelief and sadness. I haven't believed in Jesus since Dad died, but after a moment, everything inside of me melts and I hug her, knowing my mouth can't form the words I want to say.
"I love you." she whispers to me. I don't say anything for a while, and I don't open my eyes for a while. When I do,I look at her, her eyes closed, her chest not moving to breathe. And at once I know Mother has died.
 The next few weeks are a blur for me. a funeral is planned, I go and stay at my Aunt's  house, and I stop going to school. I know a day where I will have to let go of mother is coming soon, but I occupy my days with life anyway. Often I think of how my Mother talked about how she  was going to walk me down the aisle. I don't share these thoughts with anyone.
My sadness must be more than shows, because after a few weeks, everyone seems to stop caring about all that happened. I know they don't mean to, but it hurts anyway.
Finally that blessed, sad day comes. Everyone stands in line to meet me and hug me, and I just stand there numbly. Songs are sung, and people talk about how amazing she was. I don't say anything whenever possible. The day passes by until it's time to see her go.
As they lower her into the ground, I think of how devoted my Mother was. Unlike Father, who gave way to drink and madness, My mother was a God-Loving woman who filled her days with joy. I think of how she had said; "I'm not going to die. I'm going to dance." and I think; That's good. Because when I die, I'm going to need someone to dance with.

Welcome!

Hi! And welcome to my new blog, where I will post about my interests, Writing and Music. Now I'll will tell you a bit about myself. I come from a family of 11, With my parents, my 4 brothers, and my 4 sisters, and me. I play the flute and the piano. I am also a self taught writer. I love to write songs and sing as well. I'll be posting some shorts stories in the next few weeks, and soon I'll post the first chapter of my book, Amura. Soon I'll be posting a few songs, too. That's all for now, hope you have a great rest of the day,

Elsie