The Fateful Swim

So here is my next story. I apologize that it has been over half a month since I last posted. I've been busy, and getting a picture was problematic. My mother, Theta was very sick, so was not able to draw anything for me. Since I like having at least one image, I delayed to post this. So sorry! I hopefully will be able to get back on track, but I will be starting school at the end of this month, so I will just try to do my best!

Made by Theta: Theta's Art

"Chomp. chomp." Moe stood in his pasture with his flock eating grass, as usual. He was standing around, when suddenly, a thought occurred to him. Was this all to life? Just standing around and eating grass? Moe did not know what life should be about, but in that moment, he decided life is not about eating. He looked up and at his flock. "Group meeting!" he bellowed. Complying meekly, the flock milled around him. They all looked at him. "What?" "What?" they murmured quietly. "Fellow Flockians! This is not all to life! We need to go forth and have some fun! Maybe cliff diving? Any thoughts or ideas?" This caused some surprise and discontent among the flock; it particularly did not sit well with the elders. "Why should we do anything?" one old ewe asked. "We have been doing this stuff for generations, there is no need to stop." Nodding with agreement, the flock turned to go back to eating. "No! Wait! This is wrong! We should go out and learn an instrument! Or go out beyond the fence and explore!" "Moe, we have hooves." explained his best friend Spring. "There is no way we could learn an instrument. And exploring! I have never heard of such a thing! We could get eaten by wolves! No, I am not going to join you." Desolated, Moe turned away. "Humph. I'll show them. I will go do something fun, then they will all be jealous!" He thought to himself. So off he went.

Near the farmhouse, there was a swimming pool. "Yes!" he thought, "the farmer kids have fun here, I can too!" He jumped into the pool. Splash! Waves cascaded out of the pool. "Blub, blub." Moe could not figure out how to swim, and started to drown. He panicked, then he heard the farmer say, "Darn things. What are they doing now. Humph, he's getting himself killed." The farmer then got into the pool and pushed Moe towards the shallow end. Then he lifted him out of the pool. Moe rested at the side a moment, then shook himself and lumbered off. "Well, that was a very stupid idea. I almost died!" he moaned to himself. He went back to the field sopping wet. "Hmph!" the old ewe sniffed. "I told you so." Moe didn't even reply. He went to lay in the sun and get dry. "Well, Moe. I hope you don't do anymore crazy things. None of us would be happy if you did accidentally kill yourself." Spring comforted him. "Ugggggg, I feel terrible." Moe replied. "I don't think I will do that again." And you know what? He may have done other stupid things, but he never tried to go swimming again.

Redding, USA (July 2014)

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Yay! I have made it to my final destination! Once I got off the plane, my grandmother was right there and, yay, etc. We went to the help desk and asked about my luggage, and the very nice guy helped us out and said they would be on the look out, and we should get it eventually. So it was with some great relief we go in the car to go home. However, because I had no clothes we had to stop on the way to get some. We did that, and made it back. A few days later my luggage arrived, and that was that!!!

I hope you enjoyed the tale of my trip, hopefully it wasn't too dry. Please leave a comment about what you think, and next week I will be back with a new story!

San Francisco, USA (Airport; July 5, 2014)

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Welp, I made it to the San Francisco airport, and have been there for some time. Obviously, I missed my flight to Redding. To make it worse, all the flights to Redding for the 5th (late this day) were full, so I had the option to fly standby. So, I called the parents to ask them about it, and they said that was a very bad idea. With more tears we finally got it worked out and I was going to fly to Chico on the 5th. I am going to fly to Chico at 11:30AM. Once I get there I will need to make a claim for my luggage so I get it back. Hopefully it will not be an issue, but as of my trip right now, it will be. :| At least then, I will be with my grandma! :D It was super chilly in this airport, I'm so glad I had my brother's jacket. It is super comfortable!!! Although, I really smell funny. You don't wear the same clothes for day without picking up some scents! For breakfast (around 5AM) I had the most delicious brie and pastrami sandwich from an Italian pastry shop in the South food court in the airport. The internet here is free, and fast! The only drawback is that you have to reconnect every 2 hours. Anyway, during the wait until 9, when I could head towards my gate, I just finished season 8 of The Office, it was okay I guess. other than that, it was really boring. I did not sleep because I thought that would be weird. :) Getting through the security to the gate was super easy and efficient. Finding the gate was just as easy. So, I sat at the gate, read a book (one by Mercedes Lackey). The plane arrived and left on time without any problems. The plane a a tiny prop plane, and I love those. They are really comfortable. We took off into the air and whoosh! We were off!

Toronto, Canada (Airport; July 4, 2014)

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Oh Boy, I made it to the Toronto airport. Apparently, even though this is Canada, not the US, you go through US customs in Canada. So, I only had an hour and thirty minutes until my plane left Toronto for San Francisco and I had to go through customs. Arriving, I had the super unpleasant surprise of the strangest customs I have ever seen. You were supposed to scan your boarding pass at a station, then wait for your name to appear on the board. First of all, I had to go to a separate counter instead of just scanning my pass. It appeared that my luggage had not come off the airplane yet, but the lady told me not to worry and just wait until my name came up on the board. Then, I waited a very long time, and my plane had started to board, I asked a lady what I was supposed to do, as I didn't want to miss my plane. She took me to a baggage something-or-other, and it turned out my bags were missing, which is why my name had not come on the board. So that was just great. My bags were missing, and I was in danger of missing my flight. I got rushed to the front of the customs line, and actually going through customs was easy and did not take up any time. So, I thought I would be fine. But, noooo. There was a security line afterwards. A SECURITY line!!! Why on earth would there be a security line right after customs?? We just came off a stupid airplane. My only thought is that some people had not gone through a security line yet. So, anyway, the line there was huge, and even if your plane left in less than fifteen minutes you couldn't go through quickly. Which, honestly, fair enough. Then, as it turned out, I was chosen for the extra security check. Which was just great. At this point I resigned myself to missing my flight. But, not having missing one before, I did not want that to happen. So I got all patted down and got all my bags checked, etc. Then I rushed to the gate, not even tying my shoes. But it was to no avail. I missed the plane by 2 minutes. It was still in the spot, but the boarding thingy had ben taken off, so there was no way to get one the plane. I started to cry at this point, it was just too much. But the lady and guy were super nice. They told me that there was another flight to San Francisco 2 hours later, and they could book me on that flight. So they did, but it turned out the Redding flight left the same time as my flight arrived and that one was the last one out. The next one was at 12 the next day. However, they could not take care of that for me, they could do it once I reached San Francisco. So I went to that gate, called my parents, and promptly burst into tears. :| In my defense, the amount of sleep I had gotten was minuscule over the past 30 hours. So after I let everyone know what happened, I was able to wait for the plane. We left the airport right on time, so I settled in for the flight, and hoped everything would work out just fine.

Istanbul, Turkey (Airport; July 4, 2014)

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As right now, nothing too exciting had happened on my trip. I had gotten very little sleep, having left for the Dammam Airport at 10:30 PM. Too early to sleep beforehand, too late to not to be tired. I think I got around an hour's sleep throughout the flight (It was 4 hours). Awesomely enough, there wasn't anyone in the middle seat. Just the guy on the aisle and me at the window! Other than that the plane was pretty full. They fed us at 3 AM (our flight had left at 1:55 AM) due to Ramadan. That time was really too early to eat breakfast, but I was surprisingly hungry. Once I got off the airplane, it was super confusing. There were crowds of people, and no distinctive way to go. I did not have my boarding pass, and no one told me where to obtain it. So, greatly confused, I did the thing that any reasonable person would do. When in doubt, join the big line. Even if you don't know where it goes. It turned out that it was the security line (why would you need to go through a security line right off the plane, I have no idea. You just got through a security line!!!!) and in order to go through security you needed your boarding pass. So I asked a security advisor guy (as he seemed to know what was up) what to do, and as it turned out, I had to leave that line and go the Air Canada desk. So I thanked him and left the line. The thing about that desk is that it was not obvious that it was Air Canada. It was in combination with multiple airlines, and it looked like it was part of Turkish Airlines. You had to look a the tiny sign that had all the airlines on it. Anyway, after I go into the correct line (it was super short) I got to the airline desk. Getting the pass was no issue, and I was soon on my way back to the security line. When I got back in it is was shorter, and without any more ado, I got through security. Then I bought some turkish delight, (YUM!! Completely recommend buying some if you are passing through Turkey; nobody makes it like the Turkish!) and got some food. Once I settled down at the food court, I tried the internet. As it turned out, the internet is not free in the Istanbul airport, so just a heads up. I was a little astonished, as I thought it would be free, but no biggie. :D It was no trouble for me to enter the gate, but apparently, if you are not Canadian or American, and have a passport other than those two, they really put you through the twenty questions. I was a little shocked, because I thought you usually got questioned like that at customs, and not to enter the Air Canada gate in the Istanbul airport, who knew? I waited at the gate, got on the plane, and settled in for the longest leg of my journey, 11 hours. I was super ecstatic, because like the last flight, there was no one in the middle seat! I had no idea that I going to have any trouble, because as of that moment, everything had gone very smoothly. 

Flying is Fun (Not)

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As a few of you may know, I have recently moved from Saudi Arabia to California. The trip I had to make was not one of fun and joy. I had to make several flights through a couple of different countries. Because it was a very exciting trip, I thought I would share it with you guys. So, over the next 3 or 4 days I will have a "mini-series" documenting my trip. I hope you enjoy it, and maybe learn something too! :D 

The Dark Side of the Moon

       Joe was very scared. All he had wanted to do was to go out quickly and fix the broken pipe. But it had not been that simple. There was more than one pipe busted, so it took him 3 hours instead of 1. He glanced down at the oxygen meter. It was rapidly going red. He had about 15 minutes to get back to the base, but was stuck between two boulders. His radio had gone out, and there was no way to get back to the base.

       Blaise was upset. He had not seen Joe since he left. He was Joe's partner, but Joe insisted that this particular project was only going to take an hour, so no help was necessary. But now that Joe had been gone for too long, he was cursing himself. Joe should never have gone by himself. Blaise paced the entrance to the airlock.

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      Joe was now panicking. He was in no hurry to die, but it appeared it was going to happen sooner rather than later. He reconciled himself to his fate and sighed. This was life. As soon as you met a nice girl you would like to marry, you were handed your life back to you on a plate. Joe leaned against a boulder. Ah yes, the girl. He contemplated about her. Her name was Anna Marie. He had met her on the Underground while travelling back from work. She had not minded that he was wearing worker's clothes, and instead of snubbing him like everyone else, she smiled and chatted with him. That had lead to a nice dinner with coffee afterwards. He sighed and thought to himself, "That relationship had so much potential, but now there is nothing. But at least I was able to spend my last night on this moon happy as a... a... worker on break!" (Being from the Moon, Joe did not have a good comparison...)
       Meanwhile, Blaise had found an unused moon car and suit. He had established a weak signal from Joe’s radio. Even though it wasn’t working for Joe, the radio’s had a built in weak distress signal. Blaise followed it out to where Joe was. Or rather, where he should have been. Because the radio wasn’t working, Joe had left it near the pipe he originally was supposed to fix. Blaise snarled with anger. That was just like Joe, to forget that the radio had a built in distress signal. Blaise got out of the moon car and went over to the pipe. It had been fixed. Perplexed, Blaise glanced around. Nothing. He looked again, slower this time. Nothing… Oh wait! There was a flash of red coming between two rocks. Blaise quickly went over there. There was Joe!

       Blaise reached down to check if Joe was ok. He shook him a little bit. Joe did not move at all. Trembling a little, Blaise checked his life support system. The oxygen was yellow, there was hardly any left. Blaise lifted up Joe’s head. His face was tinged blue Restraining his tears, Blaise picked Joe up and put him in the car and hurried back to the base.

       In the hospital, Joe woke up to Anna Marie next to him.

Red's Troubles

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Red, the woodpecker, was puzzled. It had been a hot summer’s day, and he was minding his own business, making a house, when an outrageous noise had come out of nowhere and drove him off.  He couldn’t understand. He hadn’t been bothering anyone. Still grumbling to himself, he landed on a tree in a park. He looked down on the paths. There were people jogging, walking their dogs, bicycling, etc.  It was busy, but he thought that because it was noisy nobody would notice if he drilled a hole in this tree for his family. So, he started drilling a hole in the tree. He was part way done when a park caretaker saw what was going on. Normally, it was okay for woodpeckers to build homes in the park trees. But that particular tree was rare and was having trouble growing in the environment. If it had too much damage it would die. So, the caretaker shooed Red away. This made Red even more upset. All he needed was a home for his family, but no one would let him build one! Squawking at the caretaker, he flew away and found a new tree in the yard of someone’s house. He started drilling incredibly quickly, so that he would be done before anyone noticed. Hearing the noise, a little boy came out of the house. He saw Red and ran back inside. He came out dragging his mother and pointing at the tree. She looked, and smiled. She and the boy went inside then came out with mealworms for Red to eat. Red watched them suspiciously as they placed them in a tray on the fence. They went back inside and watched through the window. Red completed the home for his family. He then flew down and took some of the worms to his nest to eat. He then left, and got his mate. She inspected the hole. Nodding agreeably, she went inside happy to find a gift of food. The next spring, there were three baby woodpeckers learning to fly in the yard.

The Tapping

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The sun shone brightly above Popcorn’s house. Popcorn was a small, butter-colored terrier with a love for chasing pigeons. This particular afternoon was a slow one. It was a very hot summer’s day, and nothing had been going on. There had been no birds to chase, as it was too searing hot for them. As Popcorn lay in his doghouse, on the verge of napping, he heard a “tap,” “tap,” “tap.” His ears perked up and he lifted his head. What was it? The tapping continued. Popcorn was confused. He struggled to his feet and peeked around the corner of the doghouse. Nothing was there. He looked around the other corner. Nothing. Cautiously, as the tapping continued, he stole out of his house. He examined the tree next to him. He couldn’t see anything. He looked up, again nothing. By this time, Popcorn was perplexed. He could not see the thing that was making the noise. He barked, twice, and quite loudly. The tapping paused, then resumed again. Popcorn then started barking madly. This thing would not stop tapping, and it was driving him crazy! The woodpecker, the bird making all that noise on the other side of the tree, flew off. Popcorn watched it, bewildered. He hadn’t seen it, nor smelled it. But now that the tapping stopped, he was satisfied with himself and curled up in his house again, to resume his nap.

Linda the Dragon

         "Grandma, who is this a painting of?" "That, my dear, is a painting of your great grandmother. It was made before she married." "Oh. Can you tell me that story?" "Yes, I can, my child."

     

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           Linda was very distressed. Today was the day she got her painting done for her betrothed. She had never seen him before and hoped that the painting the artist made was beautiful. She did not think she was particularly pretty, but many leaf dragons said she was. If her betrothed did not like the painting of her he could call off the wedding. Her family needed this, as they had many young ones to feed, and no room for her. The painter came. He looked her up and down. "Humph," he sniffed. "Let me see what I can do." Linda trembled. She had never had her picture done before. "Please, please, let it be good," she begged to the painter. He just looked at her and motioned where to go. She went in front of the background and hovered still.
           The painting took 3 days to complete. For Linda, they were the most boring days of her life. She went and hovered for long hours. Finally, it was ready to send. Her family sent it off and waited anxiously for a reply. Four weeks later, her betrothed family replied. "Looks good. The wedding shall be on the 14th of this month, yes? We will be there on the 12th." By the time they got this, it was already the 10th. Her mother panicked. "How will we be ready in time?" she wailed. Linda's father looked her right in the eyes and said, "We can do it. Have everyone help." The family started to prepare.
          When the 12th arrived, they were barely ready for Bob's, her betrothed, family. Bob's mother looked at the house. "Well, I suppose it could be worse," she sniffed. "Where's the girl?" Linda came out from behind her mother. "Hello new mother." "You can call me mother. Once you and Bob are wed I will be. You can have two mother's for the present." "Yes, Madame."
          The wedding quickly approached. As Linda came up the aisle, she looked at Bob. He looked handsome in his wedding bow tie. He did not look scared at all. However, Linda trembled. She thought, "This is the happiest day of my life, Bob is super sweet, but I'm going to be leaving everything behind!" The union between them seemed to take only a few minutes. Then, she and Bob sailed down the aisle. "We can go home now," he whispered; the longest senten
ce she had heard from him. "Yes, we can." And they went to the home Bob had built for them. "Our home."
       
            "And that is the story, Bob the third." "Grand'ma?" "Yes?" "I'm glad they married. Otherwise I wouldn't be here." "Yes, they truly did great things in their time."

Stories with Pictures??!!?!?!?

Thanks to my mother, http://thetasart.blogspot.com/, she has allowed me to use some of her pictures to base my stories off of. (YAY!) So, hopefully I will be able to make some with at least one picture per story. Also, I would like to note that I have not been the most consistent person so far with posting, but I hope to become better at it. :D

Echo the Cat

Hello everybody! Today's story is about a beautiful cat! Enjoy! <3

There once was a cat called Echo. He was a beautiful, sleek, black cat. He lived in a home with his owner, Mary. She was an old lady who lived by herself with only Echo as company. He was a very social cat, and every time someone would come, he would come up to them and say hi. One night he was wandering around, doing whatever - sleeping, eating, playing with his toys - and there was a noise at the door. He looked up and sniffed. Then ran over to the door in excitement! People!!! He sat there patiently as they fiddled around with the lock. The door opened, and he curved around the people meowing loudly. The burglars, for that was what they were, kicked at him. Echo was confused. People he knew petted him and fed him and told him what a good cat he was. Disgruntled, he ran off to find Mary. Patting her and meowing, he woke her up. "What is this Echo! It's 3AM! Please stop bothering me!" she exclaimed. He ran back and forth between the bed and the door violently. "OK, I'll feed you honey." She slowly got up and went to the door. From down the hall she heard one of the robbers whisper, "OK, go check out the bedroom down there." Scared, Mary went to her beside table and picked up the phone. She called 911 and then went into the bathroom to wait, because she figured that the burglars would not be interested in it. The police came and the robbers got captured. Mary was so happy that Echo warned her, he got special meals for the remainder of the week.
        The End

Hello Everybody, and welcome to my Blog! This should (somewhat) document my adventure's in my life, like stories and all of the wonderful thing in the world! (like kittens and puppies and horsies!) Anyway, here is a story.

Once upon a time there was a young man. He was sad because he could not go to the store and get icecream. He sat down upon the stairs leading up to his house and put his head on his knees. "Oh, my," he sighed. "Why won't my mother take me to the store and get icecream?" Then he got up and looked around. On the street corner there was a small puppy looking forlorn. The young man wondered, "Why is the puppy there? He wasn't there a minute ago. Is he abandoned?" So, the young man went over to the puppy. The puppy was sitting and as the young man came over he whined. "Awwwww," exclaimed the young man. He then let the puppy sniff his hand and petted him. The puppy leaned against him and begged to be picked up. The young man could not resist. He picked up the puppy and went back to his house. He came through the front door, and standing there was his mother. His mother looked upset, but then saw the puppy. "Awwwww," exclaimed his mother. The young man held the puppy out to his mother. "He wanted me to take him home." "Hmmmm," said his mother. "I don't know if we can keep him." The young man looked really sad and slowly, hunched over, walked back to the door. "Wait!" she cried. "Let's see what we can do." The young man whirled around and smiled widely. "Really?" "Yes." And thus the puppy came into their home.
         The End

I hope you like it! :D