The Reluctant Reader

“Hello, there,” said Will, smiling and trying to reassure the girl.

“Hello,” answered Elmira as she carefully closed the book and stood up.  She noticed Will was in the dress of a young gentleman and that made her shy.

“I’m Will Honorable,” said Will, giving her a hand.  Will was around the age of seventeen.

“I’m Elmira Kingston,” said she, taking the hand-held out to her hesitantly.  Her clothes were coarse and worn but instead of decreasing her beauty they seemed to add to it.  She was around the age of fourteen.

“Are you one of my father’s tenants?” asked Will.  

Elmira now realized who this boy was.  

She withdrew her hand quickly and blushed, saying, “Yes, my aunt lives up the path and she kindly took me in.”

“I see you were reading.  What book is that?” asked Will, taking a seat.

Are you interested?  No?  What?  I was sure you’d be interested.  I know I am.  Check out my newest story under my page stories.  It’s amazing, if I do say so myself!  Enjoy the read!–Amie

Series V. Scarlett King

Okay, today I’ve decided to start a series for my blog.  It’ll be my first one so I hope you like it.  It’s about a girl by the name of Virginia Scarlett King and it’ll be her letters to her godmother and diary entries.  I hope you enjoy them.


Dear Wia,                                                                                                                4/29-30/2017

I never knew I had a fairy godmother! How cool. Call me Scarlet, please! Everyone except for Mother and Gwendoline call me Scarlet. They call me Virginy-gal. Ugg! How awful! If you called me that, I will burn every last letter from you, I swear. Hmm, do fairy godmothers protect you? If they do, you ain’t doing a good job. I’ve broken my arm and I’m not doing anything for a long time.

Wow! Now I know a hundred year old fairy. Do you think I’ll live to be a hundred? Well, I know I won’t if I don’t quite breaking bones. Mother says I’ve broken to many already this year but how else am I supposed to learn trick riding?  Or ride cows? Come on! You’ll have to agree with me!

No, W. I. T. C. H. stands for wacky, intense, terrifically, charitable, hoot. I made it up when I was eight, remember? Still, I don’t know why you read it out of my journal! Boy, my hand writing was bad.

Yes, fairies must be vain. Am I vain? I don’t know, you read my journal so you might know. Wait, my brother, Deitrick and I have the same Aunt. What?!? I’m to young to have suitors! I’m only fifteen. Goodness, I’d have Gwendoline giving me a tick in the ear of she even guessed what you thought! Of course, Gwendoline doesn’t have any suitors and she’s eighteen! How awful!

I saw you at the ball? What do you look like any way? It was you who sent me that, umm, dress? How…thoughtful! Yes! How thoughtful of you, Wia! It was a, umm, nice dress and I might have worn it if Mother hadn’t slaved over the dress I did wear.

Yes, I’m sure my red hair would have been simply smashing in that magenta dress.  Wow, it would have been a doozer for sure. I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, godmother. It was truly by accident. Next time I get a dress from anonymous (gulp!) I’ll wear it to the next ball.

Well. I told you about my arm and so I’ll tell you about being stuck at home. Ugg! Gwendoline keeps pampering me. I hate to be pampered. Elfie has been giving me ‘updates’ on the outside world. Mother doesn’t want me to wear myself out. Humph.

A talking cat?!?! How amazing! I want to meet him. Can you teach my horse to talk, Wia?  If ya can, I’ll be thankful! Candor is a smart horse, I’m sure it won’t take long.

Have I told you all my siblings names, godmother? Well, there’s Gwendoline, Deitrick, Elfie, Georgia, Edmund, and lastly Sierra. Yep, there’s seven of us young Kings. And then there’s Stinky the dog and Cantankerous the cat. Oh yeah, and Grumps the rat. Then there’s the livestock. There’s too many of those to name. Cantankerous won’t keep me company when I need it! Stinky follows Elfie around like a dog. Well, I guess it’s good he’s a dog then!

As a fairy godmother, can you for tell the future? It would save me a ton of time if you could. I would for ever be in your debt. Hmm, I’m going to sleep. Night.

Good morning!  I’m going to church today. Will I see you mysterious godmother? Well, I’ll mail this tomorrow.

Love, your god-daughter,

V. Scarlett King

Luis Spiderweb

‘Hi!  I’m Luis, the Garden Spider.  I am bored, since no prey has come to my web since two days ago.  But thankfully, I am not hungry.  I’m writing this so someone somewhere knows about my life.

I live in this nice garden with my two siblings next door.  George, the oldest is fixing his web now.  Oh, about all that human nonsense about us writing love letters in our webs, why, it’s preposterous!  We just like a little decoration.  Can’t humans realize that?  All right, enough talk about humans.

My sister, Matilda, lives next door as well.  She is a cranky old spider that doesn’t like chatter.  I can’t help it if sometimes I get lonely and must talk.   I even talk to my prey before I kill it, but George tells me that is inhuman.  I assume it is but it keeps me updated with the world.

I enjoy visiting the Orb spiders, they are nice, quiet spiders.  Their webs are bigger then ours but they do not like decorations.  They keep there web simple.  The spiky spiders, or known as Spiny-back Orb Weavers, are contentious neighbors.  They eat your webs when you have a disagreement.  Poor Alvin, one of my other brothers, had to move for that reason.

Another danger for spiders are interested giants, A.K.A, humans.  They think yellow banana spiders (as the insult us by calling us that!) are some of the coolest spiders out there.  But there are those humans who scream like a cat in heat when they come near us.  The saying, ‘they’re more scared of you then you are of them’ are obviously not true for these people.

I think I see a moth coming.  George will probably get it but I must put this paper away.  Maybe someone will publish it and I’ll be famous.  Scratch that thought.  This print is too small for human eyes.  Anyway, I’ll throw this to the wind and see where it takes it.–Luis Spiderweb’

Luis threw the piece of paper and watched it dance away with his eight eyes.

Later that day, a girl skipped over the lawn to get the mail.  On her return trip she knelt to grab a piece of paper.  “Littering!” she grumbled but she paused as she read this remarkable story on the soiled piece of paper.  She smiled as she hurried inside to read it to her siblings.