Thursday, November 8, 2012
Thankful November
Well... I think I'm going to do this whole grateful November thing. I've got 8 days to make up for, so here goes.
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Small Town Girl at College
Well, now I am off in the big world....
It seems that I've got a lot of extra time on my hands that I really need to start filling with writing. Instead I Facebook, YouTube, Facebook, Pandora, Facebook, check email, and Facebook. :D
Anyways, life as a Zoobie is going good. I am in the Provo YSA 128th ward!!! Phew! Over 128 wards of people my age! Geez! According to Elder Farr that's just "disgusting"! Naw, but my ward is great! So is my building (which is in my ward).
All of my classes are great, although there is one or two that I sometimes feel like I will either loose motivation to keep caught up in, or that I will begin to drown in. Although sometimes I feel this way, I know that as long as I have faith in my Heavenly Father and Savior, everything will work out perfectly.
I have pictures, but I'm too lazy to post them right now. Hopefully I stay caught up on this and get those pictures on real quick.
Go Cougs!!!!!
It seems that I've got a lot of extra time on my hands that I really need to start filling with writing. Instead I Facebook, YouTube, Facebook, Pandora, Facebook, check email, and Facebook. :D
Anyways, life as a Zoobie is going good. I am in the Provo YSA 128th ward!!! Phew! Over 128 wards of people my age! Geez! According to Elder Farr that's just "disgusting"! Naw, but my ward is great! So is my building (which is in my ward).
All of my classes are great, although there is one or two that I sometimes feel like I will either loose motivation to keep caught up in, or that I will begin to drown in. Although sometimes I feel this way, I know that as long as I have faith in my Heavenly Father and Savior, everything will work out perfectly.
I have pictures, but I'm too lazy to post them right now. Hopefully I stay caught up on this and get those pictures on real quick.
Go Cougs!!!!!
Monday, July 23, 2012
Once Upon a Time, Today
Once upon a time, today,
I heard you say my name.
It was the sweetest sound I've heard
Like angels from above.
Once upon a time today,
I felt your arms 'round me,
Like I was yours and you were mine,
In our castle built through time.
Once upon a time today,
You looked at me just so,
As if I were the only girl
In your entire world.
Once upon a time today,
I woke up from my dream,
My fairy tale came crashing down,
Around this baffled queen.
Once upon a time today,
I remembered you are gone.
My true love's kiss, my handsome prince
You were the magic in my life.
Once upon a time today,
I cried again for you,
Enveloped by my loneliness
And my heart that was in two.
Once upon a time today,
I heard you whisper near,
"Don't cry, my love," I heard you say,
"I will always be with you."
Once upon a time today,
I smiled through my tears,
Right then I knew that I would
Have you through all the years.
Once upon a time, my love,
I felt your arms again,
And everyday I hear you say,
"Love, with you I'll always stay."
Once upon a time, my love,
I read a tale of truest love,
But ours is of a love more glorious,
And ends with "happily ever after."
© Samantha Farr 2012
I heard you say my name.
It was the sweetest sound I've heard
Like angels from above.
Once upon a time today,
I felt your arms 'round me,
Like I was yours and you were mine,
In our castle built through time.
Once upon a time today,
You looked at me just so,
As if I were the only girl
In your entire world.
Once upon a time today,
I woke up from my dream,
My fairy tale came crashing down,
Around this baffled queen.
Once upon a time today,
I remembered you are gone.
My true love's kiss, my handsome prince
You were the magic in my life.
Once upon a time today,
I cried again for you,
Enveloped by my loneliness
And my heart that was in two.
Once upon a time today,
I heard you whisper near,
"Don't cry, my love," I heard you say,
"I will always be with you."
Once upon a time today,
I smiled through my tears,
Right then I knew that I would
Have you through all the years.
Once upon a time, my love,
I felt your arms again,
And everyday I hear you say,
"Love, with you I'll always stay."
Once upon a time, my love,
I read a tale of truest love,
But ours is of a love more glorious,
And ends with "happily ever after."
© Samantha Farr 2012
Monday, June 11, 2012
Be Brave, My Shadow
Yeah, I wrote this for a poetry contest. Hopefully I can win some mulah!!! It probably took me like, 20 minutes tops, to write. Go like it on Facebook!!!
Be Brave, My Shadow (<--- Click this to like and rate!)
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"Be brave!" I say, "No need to hide."
Still it cowers slightly at my side.
"Be brave," I whisper, "Please be brave."
My plea draws no response from my silent shade.
The day goes on and still I try,
To convince my shadow "Be brave, please try."
No force, no gentle words of hope,
Will rouse the shadow from its lonely mope.
But slowly, slowly I see it creep,
As the sun in the sky prepares to sleep.
"Be brave!" I whisper one more time,
As the clock 'cross town begins to chime.
And my shadow takes my words to heart,
As farther from me it does depart.
With the sun sinking slowly down,
My shadow expands across the ground.
"Well done my silent bashful shade!"
"You've done well to be so brave!"
It stretches out for miles it seems,
Like images from distant dreams.
Quickly though, the sun slips away.
The shadow blends with the close of day.
"Now, my dear shadow, you are free,
But in the morn, return to me."
Saturday, June 9, 2012
Creative Writing Prompt #159
Kay, prompt #159 said this: Write a mini-story using the following words in order; shell, comic book, discarded soapbox, rubber soles, post card.
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Tyler was stretched out on his bed, the rubber soles of his Converse tapping quietly on his foot-board, thinking about going to buy a Pepsi at the Shell gas station down the street. His lack of money quickly quashed that idea, and instead he picked up one of his comic books off the floor next to his bed and started reading. In the story he was reading, the super hero vigilante had just discovered an abandoned child in an discarded wooden soapbox. Tyler quickly dozed off while reading.
His dreams were filled with a masked version of himself rescuing children from evil step-mothers and young women from jealous ex-boyfriends. It was exhilarating; being a hero with a secret identity.
"Tyler!!! Dinner's ready!!!"
The call from him mother woke him from the glory of his daring rescues.
"And you got a postcard from your father!"
This really woke him up. He ran out his room and down the stairs. His dad was serving for the US Military in Iraq. Tyler hadn't seen him for almost 6 months, when he had last come home for only two weeks. Every postcard was a treat.
Reading the card, he realized that the heroes in his comic books were just glorified fiction. He realized that service men like his dad were the true heroes.
He still loved reading his comic books, but he never again wished that he could be like them. He loved his dad, and if he wanted to be a hero, he would be something like him.
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God bless the troops!! Love the USA! Land of the free, because of the brave.!!!
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Tyler was stretched out on his bed, the rubber soles of his Converse tapping quietly on his foot-board, thinking about going to buy a Pepsi at the Shell gas station down the street. His lack of money quickly quashed that idea, and instead he picked up one of his comic books off the floor next to his bed and started reading. In the story he was reading, the super hero vigilante had just discovered an abandoned child in an discarded wooden soapbox. Tyler quickly dozed off while reading.
His dreams were filled with a masked version of himself rescuing children from evil step-mothers and young women from jealous ex-boyfriends. It was exhilarating; being a hero with a secret identity.
"Tyler!!! Dinner's ready!!!"
The call from him mother woke him from the glory of his daring rescues.
"And you got a postcard from your father!"
This really woke him up. He ran out his room and down the stairs. His dad was serving for the US Military in Iraq. Tyler hadn't seen him for almost 6 months, when he had last come home for only two weeks. Every postcard was a treat.
Reading the card, he realized that the heroes in his comic books were just glorified fiction. He realized that service men like his dad were the true heroes.
He still loved reading his comic books, but he never again wished that he could be like them. He loved his dad, and if he wanted to be a hero, he would be something like him.
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God bless the troops!! Love the USA! Land of the free, because of the brave.!!!
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Creative Prompt #150
*Create a story around this mixed proverb: "Silence is a great healer."*
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His legs tired, his breathing heavy, he looked around at where he was. The valley far below him was filled with farms and small towns. The mountain he stood on towered over the world. Everything was silent.
He sat on a rock looking out over where he had just hiked. This high up there weren't many birds. Up here, the world seemed to sleep below his high perch. On this mountain, he began thinking of the past few months.
Life in the small town nestled in the valley below became suffocating after his best friend died in a car wreck. His best friend that he was going to propose to. She had only moved to town the year before. A city girl surrounded by farms. She was interesting, fun, and they clicked within months.
Sitting on the mountain, in the silence, all he could hear was her laughing at the accent that he didn't realize he had. All he could see was her the wonder in her eyes when he took her to the waterfall south of town. It was beautiful. The only thing he could feel, was her leaning against him when they sat on that very rock only a few days before the accident. He was going to bring her back to that rock on that mountain to propose to her.
Now, three months later, he went back to the rock the first time since he had brought her here. The silence was so much quieter, and much emptier, without her sitting next to him.
He realized, sitting there without her, that he needed to say goodbye. Goodbye to the pain of her loss; goodbye to the mountains and valley where he saw her face and heard her laugh everywhere.
This would be the last time he sat on that rock, for a long time at least. Maybe, with time, he would find his way back to that valley. After he found another girl and had a family, maybe he would bring them here. It would never be the same, but in the silence, he could here her saying that there were adventures out there that he needed.
He stood up from his perch, as a tear silently rolled down his cheek, and he left that place; the silent top of a mountain looking down on his home town. The tear hit the ground in front of him, instantly soaked into the dust, and a final goodbye to the silence of that viewpoint. He hiked back down the mountain and didn't look back.
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His legs tired, his breathing heavy, he looked around at where he was. The valley far below him was filled with farms and small towns. The mountain he stood on towered over the world. Everything was silent.
He sat on a rock looking out over where he had just hiked. This high up there weren't many birds. Up here, the world seemed to sleep below his high perch. On this mountain, he began thinking of the past few months.
Life in the small town nestled in the valley below became suffocating after his best friend died in a car wreck. His best friend that he was going to propose to. She had only moved to town the year before. A city girl surrounded by farms. She was interesting, fun, and they clicked within months.
Sitting on the mountain, in the silence, all he could hear was her laughing at the accent that he didn't realize he had. All he could see was her the wonder in her eyes when he took her to the waterfall south of town. It was beautiful. The only thing he could feel, was her leaning against him when they sat on that very rock only a few days before the accident. He was going to bring her back to that rock on that mountain to propose to her.
Now, three months later, he went back to the rock the first time since he had brought her here. The silence was so much quieter, and much emptier, without her sitting next to him.
He realized, sitting there without her, that he needed to say goodbye. Goodbye to the pain of her loss; goodbye to the mountains and valley where he saw her face and heard her laugh everywhere.
This would be the last time he sat on that rock, for a long time at least. Maybe, with time, he would find his way back to that valley. After he found another girl and had a family, maybe he would bring them here. It would never be the same, but in the silence, he could here her saying that there were adventures out there that he needed.
He stood up from his perch, as a tear silently rolled down his cheek, and he left that place; the silent top of a mountain looking down on his home town. The tear hit the ground in front of him, instantly soaked into the dust, and a final goodbye to the silence of that viewpoint. He hiked back down the mountain and didn't look back.
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Flooding in D-town
With the weather warming up after the creek's frozen over several times, it was a mess in Dubois. People pulled together to fill and stack sandbags (I was in this group) while others used their backhoes to break up the ice. Some of the things could have been done more efficiently, but hey, as long as it gets done right.
Friday, March 16, 2012
Another Book Suggestion!
Okay! Brilliant new book for you guys!
Matched by Ally Condie. I just finished it and it is wonderful! to me, it is a mix of The Uglies, by Scott Westerfield, and The Giver, by Lois Lowry, with a love triangle like in Twilight.
Anyways, read it! I need to find a copy of the second book, Crossed, and then in November, the third book, Reached, comes out!
Matched by Ally Condie. I just finished it and it is wonderful! to me, it is a mix of The Uglies, by Scott Westerfield, and The Giver, by Lois Lowry, with a love triangle like in Twilight.
Anyways, read it! I need to find a copy of the second book, Crossed, and then in November, the third book, Reached, comes out!
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Book Suggestion
Hey! I just finished a 3-book series. Life as We Knew it and The Dead & the Gone are the first two and it doesn't really matter which one you read first. This World We Live in is the last one and definitely needs to be read third. These are written by Susan Beth Pfeffer. They are tragic, romantic, exciting, heart-wrenching, and through it all, sometimes happy. Definitely suggest it!
I've also started rereading "The Bartimeaus Trilogy" by Jonathan Stroud. The Amulet of Samarkand is the first of the books, followed by The Golem's Eye, and Ptolemy's Gate. They are definitely written at a higher reading level, but I read them as a seventh grader and understood the story line and now as a senior, the more difficult words just enhance the imagery. Great books! Very magical! ;)
I've also started rereading "The Bartimeaus Trilogy" by Jonathan Stroud. The Amulet of Samarkand is the first of the books, followed by The Golem's Eye, and Ptolemy's Gate. They are definitely written at a higher reading level, but I read them as a seventh grader and understood the story line and now as a senior, the more difficult words just enhance the imagery. Great books! Very magical! ;)
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Book Suggestion!
Hey! Since I am such a reading enthusiast, I decided that it was only fitting to have book review things or suggestions. Here are a few for my first one:
Artemis Fowl series by Eoin Colfer!
An all-time favorite! Eoin Colfer is a brilliant, fun author. Some of his other books that I love are Supernaturalists and Half-Moon Investigations. Great for any age I think.
Life as We Knew It by Susan Beth Pfeffer
I'm reading this one now and it is amazing! :O It's scary because of it's kinda an apocalypse, end-of-the-world book, but there are two more in the series (at least) so the world must not end too fast. It's great and spooky and definitely a suggestion
Goose Girl by Shannon Hale (and the other 3 books in the series)
These books are wonderful. Hale writes her books so vividly that you get sucked into the story! :D Also read Princess Academy The sequel should be coming out soon and I can't wait to read it
If there are any books that I must read, lemme know! :D It may take a while, but I'll read it eventually. ;)
Artemis Fowl series by Eoin Colfer!
An all-time favorite! Eoin Colfer is a brilliant, fun author. Some of his other books that I love are Supernaturalists and Half-Moon Investigations. Great for any age I think.
Life as We Knew It by Susan Beth Pfeffer
I'm reading this one now and it is amazing! :O It's scary because of it's kinda an apocalypse, end-of-the-world book, but there are two more in the series (at least) so the world must not end too fast. It's great and spooky and definitely a suggestion
Goose Girl by Shannon Hale (and the other 3 books in the series)
These books are wonderful. Hale writes her books so vividly that you get sucked into the story! :D Also read Princess Academy The sequel should be coming out soon and I can't wait to read it
If there are any books that I must read, lemme know! :D It may take a while, but I'll read it eventually. ;)
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Prompt #256
Prompt- "Write from the point of view of the only tree left in the forest..."
I awaken... I remember that something happened... What was it?... My clouded mind struggles to remember what happened.... Images start coming and then the emptiness hits.
I remember, now, what great, terrible thing brought the emptiness. My mind expands and I marvel at how barren the vast expanse of my consciousness has grown. They are all gone, the smoke-belching metal beast took them away. Why I am still here, perhaps I will never know. All I know is that the grandeur that once filled these hills rolling around me, has now been demoted to a shocking nothingness.
Reality sets in... They are gone now, and any who would offer compassion in this tragedy, are immobile and ignorant of recent events. I seem to be the only one to notice the sudden gap in the world. I have to face this alone, which means that there is no need to feign bravado. My real courage will show as I grow majestic and sturdy on this hill; all because I took time.
I will start over, this wasteland will once again be lush and beautiful someday. That day I will tower over the world, a place that I will no longer recognize.
I awaken... I remember that something happened... What was it?... My clouded mind struggles to remember what happened.... Images start coming and then the emptiness hits.
I remember, now, what great, terrible thing brought the emptiness. My mind expands and I marvel at how barren the vast expanse of my consciousness has grown. They are all gone, the smoke-belching metal beast took them away. Why I am still here, perhaps I will never know. All I know is that the grandeur that once filled these hills rolling around me, has now been demoted to a shocking nothingness.
Reality sets in... They are gone now, and any who would offer compassion in this tragedy, are immobile and ignorant of recent events. I seem to be the only one to notice the sudden gap in the world. I have to face this alone, which means that there is no need to feign bravado. My real courage will show as I grow majestic and sturdy on this hill; all because I took time.
I will start over, this wasteland will once again be lush and beautiful someday. That day I will tower over the world, a place that I will no longer recognize.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Prompt #100
Prompt- "Write for 10 minutes using 'I used to think...' as your starter.
I used to think that speaking meant everything. Those who speak well were the ones who made it in life. If you were shy, or stumbled over words, you weren’t going anywhere useful. That’s what I used to think.
I used to think that meaning something meant something.
Now I see that all those politicians and talk show hosts who are quick with words and charismatic beyond belief, all have writers. All they do is present what someone already perfected. When writers go on strike, things shut down, and when they come back, the words begin again to flow from the mouths of the famous. Like a model is to clothes, and a frame is to a masterpiece. Speakers are simply the vase to the flowers. They are the presenters of works already written.
I also see now that being behind the scenes is where the true glory lies, if the passion for the writing is present. To be truly successful is to do something that you love and do it honestly without stepping on others to get where you want to be. Money isn’t success. Clothes aren’t success. Being on TV and adored by millions isn’t success.
I used to think that only speakers were successful, but now I know that they need help and the success is not always long lasting. They are targets for the good and the bad, but the writers often bring the good. We make ourselves who we are, and being the best we can be is being truly successful.
Writing Prompts
Okay, I found this website that gives 346 creative writing prompts. I am going to start doing these as often as I can. Most of them will be fun, but some might not turn out right. I'm going to have fun with them and I hope they will be fun to read.
Click here to get your own Creative Writing Prompts
Click here to get your own Creative Writing Prompts
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Water Tower Town
My birthday buddy (Scotty McCreery- yes we have the exact same birthday!) has a song on his album Clear as Day called "Water Tower Town." This could be written about my Water Tower Town! Here are the lyrics- compliments of CowboyLyrics.com:
"In a water tower town, everybody waves
Church doors are the only thing thats open on Sundays
Word travels fast, wheels turn slow
Yeah workin' hard and livin' right is the only life we know
Friday night football games, sweet tea goes good with anything
Fireflies come out when the sun goes down
Nobody eats till you say Amen, and everybody knows your mama's name
You can see who loves who from miles around, in a water tower town
Well your friends a friend, and your words your word
And our pick up trucks, they ain't for lookers they're made for workers
Corn grows high, crime stays low
There's little towns everywhere where everybody knows
Friday night football games, sweet tea goes good with anything
And the girls come out, when the sun goes down
Nobody eats till you say Amen, and everybody knows your mama's name
You can see who loves who from miles around, in a water tower town
Friday night football games, sweet tea goes good with anything
Two feet quiet makes such a beautiful sound
Nobody eats till you say Amen, and everybody knows your mama's name
You can see who loves who from miles around, in a water tower town
Yeeeaahh in a water tower town"
Yeah... Maybe not exactly, but definitely very, very close!
THANKS BIRTHDAY BUDDY!!! :D
Church doors are the only thing thats open on Sundays
Word travels fast, wheels turn slow
Yeah workin' hard and livin' right is the only life we know
Friday night football games, sweet tea goes good with anything
Fireflies come out when the sun goes down
Nobody eats till you say Amen, and everybody knows your mama's name
You can see who loves who from miles around, in a water tower town
Well your friends a friend, and your words your word
And our pick up trucks, they ain't for lookers they're made for workers
Corn grows high, crime stays low
There's little towns everywhere where everybody knows
Friday night football games, sweet tea goes good with anything
And the girls come out, when the sun goes down
Nobody eats till you say Amen, and everybody knows your mama's name
You can see who loves who from miles around, in a water tower town
Friday night football games, sweet tea goes good with anything
Two feet quiet makes such a beautiful sound
Nobody eats till you say Amen, and everybody knows your mama's name
You can see who loves who from miles around, in a water tower town
Yeeeaahh in a water tower town"
Yeah... Maybe not exactly, but definitely very, very close!
THANKS BIRTHDAY BUDDY!!! :D
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