Hmmm. So I started a post about how hard it is to finish things several months ago. I still haven't finished it. How ironic is that? We'll see if I ever finish it at this point.
Anywho. I'm kinda in a writing mood today and so I think I'll write a short story or something. We shall see what it turns into.
Once upon a time.
Hmmm maybe not that.
In a land... no.
When I was born, my mother held me tightly and whispered her final words.
"Thrive, my child."
She didn't name me, she didn't tell those gathered around what to do with me; She just commanded me to thrive. How she expected me to do that as a tiny infant I'll never know, but I will always have that first word with me.
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"THWIVE!" screamed Logan, a little louder than necessary.
"What do you need?" I asked him in an exasperated tone.
"I just want you to pway wiff me," the four-year-old boy whined at me.
"I can't, Log. I'm busy ironing these clothes your mother gave me."
"But Thwiiiiveee. I'm bored!"
"Can't you go play with Penny?" I looked around, searching for a sign of the young girl. "Surely you sister wouldn't mind keeping you while I do the laundry."
"Fine, Thwive. I'ww go find Penny."
"Thank you, Log."
Now you may be wondering what that was about but let me assure you. Scenes like these are nothing strange for me. Almost all of my waking hours are spent doing chores for the Taylors and convincing the children to go play somewhere else. It's just my life. You may also be wondering if I'm ever going to fully introduce myself. I suppose now would be as good a time as any.
Hello, dear reader. You have probably picked up on this by now, but I'm Thrive. I was born about seventeen years ago and promptly orphaned. My father died before my mother could even annouce the joyous news of her pregnancy to him and my mother died soon after I was born. And by soon, I mean soon. Less than two minutes after I was born, my mother left the realm of the living and entered the realm of the dead. I now live with the Illustrious Taylor family, a wealthy family of five. Lord and Lady Taylor took me in when I was five and raised me as their own. When I was sixteen they allowed me to start working for them in order to make some money. Thanks to their kindness I will be able to...
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Insert pause of about two months.
Okay I lost the flow of this story during the break, but if there's any interest I might try to pick it back up. No promises though!
Well. I'm pretty terrible at this blogging thing, I must say. I don't know why. I mean, I can understand why I put off writing essays and research papers: they're terrible! But blogs are supposed to be fun and thought provoking and about whatever happens to be on my mind. Ah well. It's a new year! We shall see what becomes of this blog in 2015. I think my plan is going to be to post at least once per month. Yay for goals!
Anywho. I'm kinda in a writing mood today and so I think I'll write a short story or something. We shall see what it turns into.
Once upon a time.
Hmmm maybe not that.
In a land... no.
When I was born, my mother held me tightly and whispered her final words.
"Thrive, my child."
She didn't name me, she didn't tell those gathered around what to do with me; She just commanded me to thrive. How she expected me to do that as a tiny infant I'll never know, but I will always have that first word with me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"THWIVE!" screamed Logan, a little louder than necessary.
"What do you need?" I asked him in an exasperated tone.
"I just want you to pway wiff me," the four-year-old boy whined at me.
"I can't, Log. I'm busy ironing these clothes your mother gave me."
"But Thwiiiiveee. I'm bored!"
"Can't you go play with Penny?" I looked around, searching for a sign of the young girl. "Surely you sister wouldn't mind keeping you while I do the laundry."
"Fine, Thwive. I'ww go find Penny."
"Thank you, Log."
Now you may be wondering what that was about but let me assure you. Scenes like these are nothing strange for me. Almost all of my waking hours are spent doing chores for the Taylors and convincing the children to go play somewhere else. It's just my life. You may also be wondering if I'm ever going to fully introduce myself. I suppose now would be as good a time as any.
Hello, dear reader. You have probably picked up on this by now, but I'm Thrive. I was born about seventeen years ago and promptly orphaned. My father died before my mother could even annouce the joyous news of her pregnancy to him and my mother died soon after I was born. And by soon, I mean soon. Less than two minutes after I was born, my mother left the realm of the living and entered the realm of the dead. I now live with the Illustrious Taylor family, a wealthy family of five. Lord and Lady Taylor took me in when I was five and raised me as their own. When I was sixteen they allowed me to start working for them in order to make some money. Thanks to their kindness I will be able to...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Insert pause of about two months.
Okay I lost the flow of this story during the break, but if there's any interest I might try to pick it back up. No promises though!
Well. I'm pretty terrible at this blogging thing, I must say. I don't know why. I mean, I can understand why I put off writing essays and research papers: they're terrible! But blogs are supposed to be fun and thought provoking and about whatever happens to be on my mind. Ah well. It's a new year! We shall see what becomes of this blog in 2015. I think my plan is going to be to post at least once per month. Yay for goals!
