Triangle

I wrote this piece going through one of my notebooks, and I hope that you will enjoy it.  This piece was writing homework for a writing class I attend, and the theme of this piece is triangle.

"What are you doing son?"
     "I'm drawing a triangle."
     "May I see?"
     "Here dad."
     "You said you're drawing a triangle?"
     "Yes dad."
     "And how many sides does a triangle have son?"
     "Three."
     "Then how come there's four?"
     "Because that's the line that halves the triangle dad."
     "Let me draw a triangle."
     "Dad, that's a circle with three straight sides."
     "Oh boy, why did I ask what my son is doing? I'm even sorry for your future maths teacher."
     "What's a maths teacher dad?"

I hope that you've enjoyed this piece.  I hope to post again soon.

Glasses

I found this piece in one of my notebooks and I thought you'd enjoy it.  I this piece, three schoolboys mock another schoolboy who has started to wear glasses, meanwhile, there's news of a girl looking for a date.  Which of the three boys will do the honours?

"Oh look at him."  The classroom of schoolboys laughed as Edward entered, red in the face.
     "Doesn't he look silly."  One asked.
     "The most daftest thing to put on a face."  Another spoke.
     Most uncommon."  A third spoke in a posh voice.  "Most uncommon."
     "Why are you wearing that sill thing?" The first boy, Alfred, asked.
     "Supersavers told me I needed to."  Edward answered weakly.
     "How horrible."  The second boy, Douglas, mocked a shocked voice.
     "Nothing's wrong with my eyesight."  The third boy, George, mocked a peer's accent voice.
     "What's going on here?" Arthur asked as he entered the room.
     "Eddie's got glasses."  Douglas laughed.
     "I can see that."  Arthur replied.  "I quite like them."
     "Oh, thank you."  Edward replied, smiling weakly.
     "What's the news?" Alfred asked.
     "Young Miss Grace has announced that she's taking one of us on a date."  Arthur answered.
     "She'll take me out."  George smirked.
     Douglas looked at him, "No she won't, she'll take me."
     "Don't be silly."  Alfred spoke up, "It'll be me who will be with Grace."
     Arthur and Edward sat on the edge of a table side-by-side, arms folded and smiled as the three schoolboys argued between themselves.
     "She won't be taking me."  Edward whispered to Arthur.  "I don't feel special enough."
     "Because of your glasses?"
     "Yes my friend."
     "It makes you look intelligent."
     "Shut up."  Edward smiled wider.
     "What's the arguing about?" Asked a voice in the door.  Edward thought his glasses were playing tricks with his eyes.
     Grace was about his height with long blond hair and dazzling blue eyes that matched the long deep blue dress she was wearing.
      "I'd like to take you out tonight."  Alfred jumped up.
     "No, I will take you out tonight."  Douglas stepped in front of Alfred.
     "Please, let me take you out."  George gestured.
     "Let Grace decide."  Arthur suggested.
     "I already have."  Grace replied softly.
     "Who is it?" The three schoolboys asked at once.
     "The intelligent looking one."  Grace answered, looking at Edward.
     "Me?" Edward asked, taken aback.
     "Of course, your glasses make you look intelligent."
     Edward's smile matched Grace's smile as he took her arm and they walked out together.  Arthur watched on, impressed.  The three boys were dumbfounded, their mouths dropped, eyes big as a snooker cue ball and their legs turned to jelly as they fell back in their chairs with one thought in their minds, and it's the same thought as they said it aloud together, "I want a pair of glasses."

I hope that you've enjoyed this piece.  I hope to post another piece soon.

Poem about Diary

I found this little poem from a piece of homework for a writing class I go to.

Why have a diary?
     Is it to remember a date?
Is it to remember contacts?
     Is it to remember addresses?
Sounds good
     having a diary
Sounds good
     Doesn't it?
Best way
     to remember good times
Relive life
      in our memories
Just a snag
      about keeping a diary
If author is a boy
     his sister will read of his girlfriend
If author is a girl
     her brother will read of her boyfriend
All the evidence
     laid out bare to be read
Diary sounds good
     on the surface
But can
     lead to trouble
Which is why
     I don't keep a diary.

I hope that you've enjoyed this little poem piece.  I hope to post another piece soon.

30th Blog Post - The Dog Who Couldn't Bark

Here's a piece I've found in one of my notebooks that I thought will be enjoyable.

"Sprat! Where are you, Sprat?"
     There he goes again.  Every night I hear my neighbour shout for his dog with the daftest name possible - believe me, I didn't name that but, that seems to follow my steps when I walk up and down the street and it doesn't matter if I pass my neighbour's house or not.
     I suppose the reason Sprat follows me is perhaps he feels lonely as he's the only dog, sorry, puppy, on a street filled with cat loving families.  I prefer neither cat or dogs.  Sprat, believe me, looks like it had a wash years ago, not yesterday.
     "Sprat, where are you?"
     I can guess, hiding behind my garden shed, hiding the so-called League of Cats that seem to them up against the poor fella.  I could let him in if he could see the open door, but an open door in my street seems to tell the cats "Why don't you come in and have a saucer of milk?" Thankfully I keep my bottles of milk locked in my fridge with a padlock and key.
     "Sprat! Where are you Sprat?"
     I better go and tell my neighbour to look behind my shed.  How else will he know when the poor pup can't bark?

I hope that you've enjoyed this piece.  I hope to bring another piece soon.

A Piece from The Battle of Svalbard - Lucinda's Grief

Here's another piece from the ongoing story The Battle of Svalbard.  In this piece I hope to introduce Lucinda Cancaret, a female otter who lives in Paris.

Lucinda Cancaret sat in the quiet drawing room of Ney Hose in Paris, looking at the open book laid out infant of her attempting to think of the future.  Her love then engagement were both brief and she wishes with all her heart to have them both back in hope of a loving married life.
     The French otter in dark dress had just returned to her birth home last year after she realised that the aforementioned love and engagement had come to nothing in hope of a recovery from her loving family.  Her engagement had promised a high status in the British society that so many in the world wants.  Many such marriages are in reality arranged for money and status, not for love.  Lucinda's was one of very few that was just for love.
     They met just after her fiancé joined the unbeatable British Royal Navy and it was a "love at first sight", as the old saying goes, and so it was for just a few months, they were engaged.  Then it went wrong.
     The next voyage, three months later her fiancé was called by his naval officers to his duty.  When he returned a week later, she didn't recognised him in not his looks, but his character.  He began to drink heavily and shouted at anyone he could, including herself to her greatest horror.  After March the following year, she just walked to him and placed her ring on his desk before departing back to Paris, her eyes have never looked back, her heart drowns in tears when it does, when Lucinda thinks of Theodore Nelson.

I hope that you've enjoyed this piece.  I may have to rework this piece in my story, but I hope to work on the character in the future, whenever it will be in this story, or another story featuring Theodore Nelson.  I hope to post another piece for you.

Robert Burns's Birthday

Today is the 258th birthday of the Scottish poet Robert "Rabbie" Burns.  To a Mouse and Tom o' Shanter is perhaps his most famous works, but I think that the world knows Auld Lang Syne better since we sing the song at the end of the year.

Here's a link to a website that can turn English into a Scottish accent phrase for you to try.  For one of my projects that involves train drivers, I'm thinking of having the train drivers involved in a cricket match against the "gentlemen", and one of the drivers has a Scottish accent, "Whit's cricket? Is it something tae dae wi' fitba?".  That will be fun, I'm looking forward to it.

At a writing class at Eden Court I met a man called Cliff, and he was an expert in Robert Burns.  He was quite a character.

I hope to write again soon.

Happy Birthday Robert Burns.

A Piece from The Battle of Svalbard

This piece is from the ongoing project of the The Battle of Svalbard.  The background for this piece is that on the HMS Triumph, which is the oldest ship in the Royal Navy and due for retiring when the war in the story ends, there is a group of engineers trying to keep the ship going for that little bit longer.  Here John Hall, a rabbit, is testing the phones on the ship with his co-worker, Jeffs, a mouse, who is in the engine room.  Another point to make is that the enemy ship, the Bergen, has been spotted, and the Triumph with the new battleship, HMS Steel, is ordered to intercept her.

Note that all the characters are animals.

John Hall works as an electrician, checking to see if the power cables of every ship works.  At the moment he's checking to see if the telephones on the ship is working; which it is because he's in the captain's cabin talking to his mate Jeffs down in the engine room.
     "What are you saying?" Hall was asking.
     "The engine has been speeding at nearly twenty knots for the past half an hour."  Jeff was shouting over the noise of the steam engine.
     "What is up?"
     "I don't know.  Nobody is saying anything , except calls of orders to keep the highest speed possible."
     "Where are we going?"
     "How should I know? I'm in the engine room am I not?"
     Hall, a rabbit, groaned at the answer.  "I'll call the bridge, test the phone and ask them, then I'll phone you back."
     "Get on with it then."  Jeff hung up.
     "You're welcome."  Hall said huffy, before he called the bridge.  "Hi there, just testing to see the phone work."
     "Sounds like the phones work, thanks."  It was Captain Ford.
     "That's good sir."  Hall replied when the phone went silent.  He called again.
     "What's the problem?" Ford again.
     "Did you end the call sir?'
     "I did.  Check all phones are working.  It'll be important they are."  The call ended again.
     "What's going on?" Hall asked himself before the phone rang.  Hall answered it.
     "Where are we going?" It was Jeffs.
     All Hall could think of was: What do I say? Thinking quickly, he said in a hurried, foreign voice, "I'm terribly sorry, but you must have the wrong number.  This is a Chinese Laundry, we don't do taxi service for your laundry."  Here Hall slammed the phone down, knowing that he will have to face Jeffs later.
     Meanwhile Jeffs looked at the phone in his mouse's paw saying, "I knew that he might say something like that."

I hope that you've enjoyed this piece.