Thursday, June 5, 2014

Scipio, the Thief Lord of Venice

            Moonlight washes over the waves and casts gentle light upon the bridges and buildings. Water consistently laps at the walls, which are held just above the surface. While the residents of the beautiful city drift into sleep listening to the quiet splashing of their streets, a group of clever thieves run along the few pathways, hidden under the blanket of night.

            A fact unexpected by most is that every one of those sly bandits are still children. Besides Prosper and Bo, who are runaways and the newest members, the group is composed of four other people. There’s Riccio, with his hair that sticks out everywhere, Mosca, who is known for his old boat and broken radio, and finally Hornet, who refuses to give her real name. And leading the ragtag group with confident stride, his signature plague doctor mask obscuring his face from sight, is Scipio -- Or, as the citizens of Venice know him as, The Thief Lord.

            Though there is plenty of mystery surrounding everyone, Scipio is the most mysterious of them all. He seems like just another orphan from Venice, but he holds many secrets, and he holds them very close indeed.

            To protect his many secrets, one ability that Scipio has developed to be surprisingly great is his ability to deceive others. His main lie would probably be about his past. He keeps the lie fairly simple, so it’s easy to miss looking over it as something false. According to Mosca’s answer to Victor’s question of how much they know about him, this is the story Scipio has fabricated for his past: “‘Scipio grew up in an orphanage, just like Riccio. He did tell us about it once. He ran away when he was eight and since then he’s been looking after himself. He lived with an old thief for a while who taught him everything he needed to survive. When the old man died, Scipio stole the best gondola from the Grand Canal and laid the old thief in it. Then he let him drift out on to the lagoon. Since then he’s been by himself.’” The lie does get a bit more extravagant at the end, but for a bunch of kids, it isn’t too hard to believe.

            But why was Scipio lying in the first place? He could’ve just ignored the orphans, but instead he went out of his way to help them. This makes him a very kind-hearted person. As mentioned various times in the book, Scipio was the one who gave them a majority of their money by stealing things for them and he was also the one who showed them the Stella. An example of one mention is when they’re talking to Victor and he comments on how strange their hideout is.  “Prosper looked around. ‘Scipio found it for us. He also makes sure we have enough money to live on. If it wasn’t for him, we’d be in real trouble.’” A few pages later, Bo proves that Scipio gives them their clothes, coats, and other things as well. “‘Scip brought us coats and blankets. And he even gave me these.’ Bo sat down next to Victor and held up one of his kittens.” While he could have used the money for himself, he instead let the orphans have it.

            The Thief Lord may be very nice, but he’s twice as brave for taking such a big risk of assisting the orphans. With such a strict father, getting caught would mean a harsh punishment, but he kept going, even with that knowledge. And besides that, when the Conte made his offer, Scipio accepted, even though he had never actually broken into a house and stolen before. If he would’ve gotten caught, Scipio could have had a serious punishment for breaking and entering, yet he was brave enough to take on the challenge even so.

            When all is said and done, Scipio is a complex and great character -- Even though he’s a bit less mysterious and mystical than he first seems.

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Getting a Guinea Pig

Did you know that guinea pigs can live as long as five to seven years? Did you also know that guinea pigs’ teeth are always growing? I bet you didn't know that guinea pigs are very social pets! Guinea pigs are a lot more interesting and fun than they may seem -- However, at the same time, they need a bit more care than you’d think. If you want a guinea pig, you've come to the right place to learn about some things that can be pretty vague in other writings.
            If you’re thinking about getting a guinea pig, you should first decide if a guinea pig would work for you. There are two obvious things to think about; Money and family. Can you afford to care for one? Are your pets guinea pig safe? Will they attack it? Would your children understand how to care for a guinea pig? Those are the basic questions. However, there is one more you should ask yourself which you may not have thought of at first: What about the guinea pig’s schedule? Guinea pigs like having a set schedule. For example, maybe everyday you’d change the guinea pig’s water at 4:00 AM. Maybe you’d change its bedding every Monday at 5:00 PM. And you certainly can’t forget that guinea pigs need out of cage time every day, or else they’ll get lonely and bored. My guinea pig squeals a lot when she gets lonely, so yours might, too. She’s as loud as both my dogs combined!
            Second of all, think about how many guinea pigs you want, and what their genders will be. Since they’re really social, you might want to get two or more, so they can keep each other company when you can’t. I advise you to get the same gender, though, since one boy and one girl guinea pig equals many little guinea pigs! And I do mean many. They’re pretty fast breeders!
            Back to the topic of out-of-cage time, there are some things you need to set up before your little guinea pig can roam and explore. First of all, you really should clean the floor well. You may think it doesn’t matter, but it does! At one point, I doubted its importance too -- But then Spike, my guinea pig, started chewing on our shoes, eating our shedding dogs’ fur, and gnawing on table legs! I didn’t doubt it at all after that, and you shouldn’t, either. Second, keep all wires away. If your new pet nibbles one, they’ll get quite a shock! Finally, block off the areas under couches and beds. The guinea pig could slip under there and end up getting stuck, or being hard to get out!

            If you think you could handle a guinea pig, I really suggest that you get one! They can be fun and make great pets if you take care of them well. So if you have the opportunity to care for one and you can, take it! Don’t let it just slide by, or you’ll regret not having a cute friendly addition to your home!



(Author's Note: Can't indent the first paragraph because of Blogger!)

Thursday, October 10, 2013

A crowd of small children flooded the playground, leaving no space for the door to close. There was a rush of noise that swamped the area despite the fact the kids had now spread out to cover more ground. They split into their usual groups, making conversation and swarming to the monkey bars as they usually did. And in the middle, there stood two girls talking quietly to each other, roaming a bit but never acknowledging anyone else.
“Weren’t we going to play kitchen today? I thought we agreed on that in the morning!”
“I don’t wanna play kitchen anymore, Sammy.” One girl, with dark brown hair and eyes, shook her head and frowned.
“But you said we could!” Whined the other girl.
“I know what I said, but I don’t wanna anymore. We could play frisbee, though.”
“I’d just get hit in the face! Something else.” Sammy brushed a stray blonde hair back with the rest.
“Well, that’s all I can think of.”
“I don’t have any games, Alyssa! I just wanted to play kitchen.”
“Then we’ll come up with something better, right? What if… We were cats?” Alyssa let out a ‘meow’ for effect.
“But our parents would get angry that we were crawling in the grass! We could ask a teacher, maybe?”
“Fiiine. But otherwise I still vote for cats!” The two skipped, together, to the nearest adult. The brown-haired girl was meowing with every step, and when they stopped, she began to repeatedly lick the back of her hand and rubbed her forehead in an imitation of a cat cleaning itself.
“We don’t know what to play!” Sammy clung to the teacher’s legs, hugging them determinedly, to get her attention. She pushed the child off and then leaned down a bit. “We’re so bored.”
“Why don’t you two go and see if you can swing across all the monkeybars? If you can, try it again, but pretend you’re actual monkeys.” The teacher feigned happiness with a wide smile, but her impatience and annoyance was obvious. “If not that, climb up a slide. Or try getting down one without sliding.” She straightened out a bit, satisfied that the girls had been appeased.
They had not been appeased.
“The monkey bars are too full, and both of us can’t get across them, and Sammy doesn’t even like monkeys. We can both already climb up all the slides, every single one, and we can just climb down using the sides. There isn’t anything at all to play!” Alyssa replied.
The teacher sighed and motioned to the near-empty basket a few feet away. “Play with something in there. Come up with a new way to use something. Go inside -- you don’t have to be outside, you know -- and keep the little kids company, or maybe even help out.”
“No, we need something else!” Alyssa and Sammy complained in unison.
The teacher stood fully, frowning, her frustration clear on her face. “Listen, girls. I have lots of adult stuff to do, and you two are very creative. You’ll find something.” With that, the teacher quickly walked to the door and went inside.
“One vote for cats!” Alyssa cried out immediately, raising her hand high. “Two votes!” She raised her other hand.
“Wait!” Sammy shouted, forcing both Alyssa’s hands down. “Wait. Wait. Look.” She pointed to one of the slides on the playground. “Look at that.”
“What?”
“It’s a face, Alyssa! The slide is the neck, and it’s smiling really big, and those big metal things are the eyes! It must be a giant or something. See? Do you see it?”
“No -- Ooooh, wait. Now I see it -- Do you think it’ll eat us?”
“It does look pretty hungry…”
“But its smiling.”
“A mean smile! Run, Alyssa!” The two friends took off sprinting.
“It’s right behind us! Don’t turn around!”
“That only makes me want to!”
“I can’t go fast enough!” Alyssa suddenly stopped in her tracks and Sammy spun to face her.
“Keep going!” Sammy commanded, faking desperation and fear, even though she was unable to hold back a smile at the amount of fun she was having.
“I can’t! It has me!” Alyssa began walking backwards slowly, climb up the stairs to the playground. Her friend jumped forward, grabbing her arm and then holding her ground as the brown-haired girl pulled against her. Eventually, though, her arm slipped free and Alyssa ran up to the slide. Sammy followed close behind. “Heeeeelp!” She laid down on her stomach, feet first, in the slide and latched onto the platform. The other girl grabbed one arm and attempted to pull her up as she scrambled to climb out of the slide. “It’ll eat me!”
“I’m not strong enough to pull you up! Climb! Climb!”
“I’m slipping! I can’t hold on!”
Noooo!” Sammy cried out as Alyssa slipped out of her grip and went down the slide, slowly because of the friction.
“Go on without me! Save yourself!” Alyssa shouted dramatically, climbing off the slide and laying down with her limbs spread out to fake being dead. She stuck out her tongue as much as she could and closed her eyes.
“I can’t run away! It got me, too!” The blue-eyed girl slid down on her stomach, clawing at the side with her short nails as she did so. Somewhere along the line, she flipped so she was going headfirst, and so ended up almost crashing into the ground. She splayed out next to her friend. “What now?”
“Is there another monster in the stomach of the monster that ate us?”
“...I guess so. Will it eat us?”
“Probably, but is it alive?”
“Yes, it’s moving!” Sammy sat up and shook one of the unsteady poles of the playground so that the slide rumbled and squeaked. “I think it sees us! It’s looking straight at us! We need to hide somewhere!”
“It has me! Not again!” Just as Alyssa began climbing back up to the slide, she heard a much too quiet bell ring out, signaling the end of recess. The two grouped back together, pushing back inside, and then sat down on the one carpet in the room. When a daycare teacher began loudly issuing instructions, they leaned towards each other and began whispering.
“Continue next recess?”
“Yes!”
“Are you gonna change your mind again?”
“I don’t know. Maybe.”
“I hope you don’t. That was really fun -- And you’ll have to get out of the monster before you can play something else!”

Monday, September 16, 2013

Many Genres

What is the line between fantasy and real life? Usually, they are separated by pure impossibility or logic. Monsters don’t roam the streets, dogs don’t talk, dark and life-changing secrets probably aren’t hidden away in the oldest buildings. But if you read enough, you’ll find that at some points, the line between fantasy and real life becomes smeared, mixing the two, blending them. Sometimes, the line can disappear completely. Those are the books I like -- ones where I can imagine myself in those situations, where I can see them happening in the near future. Those are the books that leave an impression on me, make me think, draw me in so much that in some part of my mind, I can believe I’m in the story.


Surprisingly enough, though, I didn’t start out like that at all. My reading origins are filled to the top with lessons, realistic fiction and books with facts and the truth. Junie B. Jones, The Giving Tree, Dr. Suess -- If it had something I could take from it, anything I could learn, I’d read it without a single word. If I tried that now, I wouldn’t make it a page before I started complaining! And, out of all those, Junie B. Jones was my absolute favorite. Funny and I got some knowledge out of it? Count younger me in! I remember reading one book every night, and when I ran out, I’d even reread them. I just could not get enough of those books!


It was in middle school when I started leaning into the popular current, following the flow and letting it sweep me to book after book, liking some, hating others -- And before I knew it, I found my feet planted in the horror section of the library. If all my friends had taken a curious dip in there, too, why shouldn’t I? So I grabbed a popular scary book, sat down in a chair and began reading. Right away, I realized how much they terrified me. I was constantly tempted to throw the books out a window and curl up under my blankets in fear. But I kept reading, hoping that I’d get used to it. And while I never got used to those books, I did find some that were fun and terrifying -- R.L. Stine’s Choose your own Adventure books. They let me have control, so if I needed to I could try and steer away from horrible situations. My favorite one was called Please, Don’t Feed the Vampire! though I’m still not entirely sure why.

After a while, I started going off towards my current state, hunting down books that mixed fantasy and real life. I haven’t yet changed that -- I still run around looking for those types of books. Once in awhile, though, I’ll go a find a horror book of sorts and I’ll read it, because I’ve still got a slight tug towards that genre. I seemed to have jumped around in favorite book genres a lot in the past, but I’m sure I’ll stick with my current favorite!

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Uncaught


Fluttering happily, the bug flew
High up from the ground yet not in the sky
Quickly, quickly, in a sudden panic
It flew from its vicious would-be captor
Two pale hands scraped at the air
And the bug expertly weaved around and in between them,
In an odd dance of fate and life or death
Then suddenly, with a silent swoop
The bug dove down and then back up
And flew away
Quickly, quickly, in a flurry

Friday, April 26, 2013

Breath of Silence


The brisk wind whisked around swiftly with quick movements. It rustled through the autumn trees, dragging leaves along with it on its journey through the forest. And that was the only sound -- Besides it, there was an odd silence that fell over and coated the forest. And that was the only movement -- Besides it, there was an odd stillness that drowned the area. And that was the only scent --the only feeling -- the only anything. That's all it was, for a while. Nothing but wind and a forest.

An eruption of leaves, twigs, dirt disturbed this peaceful nothingness. A second sound emerged finally, then a third, a fourth, a fifth. The sound of horses and shouting filled the air, awaking sleeping animals with the sudden noise. Two men on old brown horses came dashing in at a quickened trot, yelling what sounded like nonsense to the forest residents to each other. The entrance stirred up the forest. Squirrels were sent into a panic, deer rushed to get away, birds scattered, and the entire area fell into a panic. There were intruders!

Plants were beaten down at the invaders' hooves and many bugs were trampled. But the invaders didn't care, only continuing through as the forest went crazy around them. They were reckless, destroying all that came in the path of their horses.

It was a small forest; Yet the invasion seemed to last two eternities and a day despite this fact. When they finally left, there was a minute or two which the forest took to calm and settle. And once again, the wind passed through. It became the only sound -- Besides it, an odd silence again engulfed the place. It became the only movement -- Besides it, an odd stillness took over the forest. And it was the only scent, the only feeling, the only anything.

Friday, March 8, 2013

Nature's Artist


The rolling hills, green with plentiful grass and dotted with brightly colored flowers, seemed to swallow up the light sun overhead with abnormal slowness. The sky's deep blue gave in to the night, promising a return come daytime. To the right, tall lush trees shot up and pierced the air, darkening the ground below them. It was the hint of a forest, green and brown mixed together to create the towering pines. To the left, the scene emptied into vast whiteness. Brushstrokes stained the blank void, dripping blue as it outlined the sky. The hills began to be painted, mixes of green clashing with each other to create a realistic look and day sky turning into night splashed in place. The artist, skillful and wealthy, stepped back with unclean brush and colorful palette in hand to look on at his now finished and quickly drying masterpiece.