Things You Could Do In Sunny Weather

Are you bored? Well find some fun things to do in the summer in this list.

1. Going to the beach and playing in the sea.
2. Taking a picnic lunch and going to the park.
3. Going in your back yard and playing in the sprinklers or with the hose.
4. Go hiking in hills or mountains near your home.
5. Go to the ice cream store and by an ice cream cone.
6. If windy then fly a kite.
7. And much more which I will write later.

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Books

Here is a series of books which I enjoy reading which you might like too. 1. The whole of the Warrior Cat series by Erin Hunter 2. The whole of the Redwall series by Brian Jacques 3. The whole of the Elyon series by Patrick Carman 4. The Mistmantle Chronicles by M. I. McAllister 5. Famous Five by Enid Blyton 6. Secret Seven by Enid Blyton 7. The whole of the Narnia series by C. S. Lewis 8. The whole of the Malory Towers series by Enid Blyton 9. The whole of the St. Clares series by Enid Blyton 10. The whole of the Dear America series (Each book has a different author) Here are lists of books that I enjoyed which aren't in a series which you might like. 1. Princess Academy by Shannon Hale 2. Secret Garden by Francis Hudson Burnett 3. A Little Princess by Francis Hudson Burnett 4. Our Only May Amelia by Jennifer L. Holm 5. Caddie Woodland by Carol Ryrie Brink 6. Thunder from the Sea by Joan Hiatt Harlow

Writing Byte #4: Into the Words

This world, that is, the real world, is not the only world to exist. Other worlds, separate from our own, exist. Other worlds, realms, kingdoms, and alternate realities… they all exist. They rest inside the heads of the young children on the playground; they rest in our dreams; they rest in the imaginings of authors. Words become portals. Written, spoken, signed, translated, and any other form of words… they’re all portals. As the story unfolds, we step into the words. We allow the language to wrap around us and fill us up, transporting us across time, space, and the limits of reality. As I leaf through the pages of a book, I find my way to realities completely different, and yet so similar, to my own. The author picks up a quill, or a pen, or a keyboard, and does the same. You call my imaginings play-acting. I call it discovery. I call it exploring this world that is far bigger, much stranger, more mystical, and more wonderful than you can...

Writing Byte #12: Sleep Child; You're Safe Now

Her eyelids are heavy; her vision is shaded, Lashes weighing down and out, but not quite closed. The residue of sleep builds up in the corners of her eyes. She wonders why, where did it come from? Sleep has eluded her for days, coming in fits and bursts. Worry of the future, lists of responsibilities stretching out in her mind of days to come, Distractions and thoughts like a cloud of gnats buzzing around her ears, never stopping. Would she ever find rest? Sleep is elusive prey; you can crouch in the shadows for hours and never catch it. It likes to play with the hunter, staying just in the line of sight, and just out of reach, Only to overcome the hunter as exhaustion runs them down. But slowly, oh so slowly, the hunter learns to trust, To let their guard down, just a little, To not crouch ready for the next attack, the next kill. And with trust filling the blood and spreading through the body, the muscles relax. And rest, though elusive in nature, makes its way to the ...

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