18:04

I had my first subway today. I got a six inch sub with steak and cheese. It was really nice. I’m lying down in the apartment on a recliner chair that we were all racing to lie down on. I got there first. Yay! My brothers cat, Poppy, is looking out the window. She’d stay there all day watching the birds fly in the sky. I wonder what it would be like to be a bird? It’d be really fun to fly through the sky carefree.

I’m not sure what our plans are for tomorrow. I think we’re going for a walk later on, down to the lake. There is a lake by the apartment we’re in. There is black bears and mooses down there. I also learned a fact today too of which I never knew. If you find yourself encountering a black bear, your supposed to make yourself as tall ass you can and stare it down. If you run… you’re pretty much done for. Same with a moose. I’ll let you know if we face either one later. I’ll post some pictures too. Thanks for reading. Bye for now!

~AoibhaWalsh2017

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Edmonton

We were almost thirty hours travelling yesterday. Every flight we got on was delayed. I got about five hours sleep in total. My brother and his girlfriend qere waiting for us at Edmonton airport. It was so good to see them again. When we got to their apartment, my mum and I were looking at it in awe. It’s so pretty! They also have a cat called poppy. She’s a domestic shorthaired turtleneck cat. I think that’s the name anyway. I think she has a bit of tabby in her too though because of her ringed tail. Now for the really dissapointing part.

I bought an iPod in the airport. I counted my money of what I had left three times afterwards. €190. Perfect, that would get me through two weeks. I went to etc moneybox me thing this morning and I had one hundred euro!! We think it was stolen. I’m really disappointed but I’m going to try and save it for something I really want. I still can’t help feeling a bit dissapointing though.

We have an amazing two weeks ahead of us amazing and I’m not going to let that get me down. I can’t wait to see where we go today. Thanks for reading! Bye for now!

~AoibhaWalsh2017

An Interview With Zoe The Fabulous Feline

Q: Hi Zoe, how are you today?
Hello, Aoibha. I’m pretty excited, actually. My human’s been away and she just got home. I’ve missed giving her little love bites! The male human we live with is ok, but his skin does not taste as good as Emily’s. And he’s not as soft, either.
Q: Where did you get your fabulous name?
I first met my human when she came to the animal shelter with her daughter, who had gone there to adopt a cat she’d seen online. My human was just going along for the ride, but her daughter was pretty wise; she brought along two cat carriers…to pick up one cat. I spied Emily looking at me and gave her a fabulous grin. I was tweaking and rolling around and being very playful as well as vocal. She turned her back to me to talk to her daughter for a minute–that was as long as she could stay away from my fabulousness, but just to be sure, I tapped her on the shoulder. It was all over then. For her, that is. On the ride home, Emily and her daughter talked about how full of life I was, even in that small cage. Hence, they came up with Zoe, which is Greek for “life.” I came up with the “Fabulous” part.
Q: How long have you lived with Emily for?
That fateful day at the shelter took place just about eight years ago. When I got to my new home, I continued to bounce off the walls, literally; in fact, once I jumped up on the computer desk hutch and then jumped down again, using Emily’s head as a trampoline. Just to ensure she knew who was boss. They had indeed picked the right name for me! I also continued my antics of rolling around and growling. Emily finally realized that this was not just being playful. I was in heat, in my time, if you know what I mean. That prompted a fast visit to the vet. Things in that department have not been quite the same since. :::SIGH:::
Q: WHat’s your favourite food?
I’m not too picky–like SOME four-leggeds I know (who shall go nameless, but let’s just say he used to sell his soul for hot dogs, but now he’s all about turkey slices and only turkey slices…like I said, picky–picky!). However, there are some things I will not eat. I refuse to eat any human food. And I love crunchy cat treats…many and often!
Q: Do you go on lots of adventures?
Not as many as I would like. My human has successfully kept me as an indoor cat. And there are only so many adventures one can have in a house with two tired, old humans. So my stories usually come from a small bit of truth about something I hear (or witness) around here and then the rest I…let’s say…embellish. Of course, all of my tales about outdoor adventures are fantasies, but shhh…it’s our secret, ok?
Q: What was the funniest thing that had ever happened to you?
I don’t know if this is “to” me but it certainly was funny FOR me! My human would prefer I not sleep on her bed. She used to let me, but something about the hair making her feel “stuffy,” whatever that means. I don’t get it. I mean, she still lets me snuggle with her when she’s anywhere else, but not on the bed. So now she keeps the door to the bedroom closed at all times. The funniest thing (well, it was fun for me) was when one day she opened the door and didn’t expect me to be sitting there. Of course I bolted into the forbidden room! It was such fun….first she tried to coax me out, trying to sneak up on me to pick me up, but I was too fast for her. I jumped up on the tall dresser, and then jumped down on the bed, and when she tried to get me off, I jumped down and ran under the bed. In the end, though, she won by default. After a run-in with the Dust Bunnies living there, I wanted nothing more than to be out of there. But I controlled myself, and walked out on my terms, with my head and tail high, my dignity intact. I did get a treat, though, and she called me a “good girl”….hmmm, now that was interesting!
Q: Do you like lizards?
I like Spikey!  I kinda wish his name was “Spike” so I could’ve been cute and said, “I like Spike!”
Q: Has Emily done anymore amazing paintings?
I think she has done more paintings. Whether they are amazing is for others to decide. Me? I just love to watch her get all messy and frustrated! When she makes a mistake (often), she mutters something that sounds like “truck”….sometimes she mutters it loudly.
Q: How old are you?
I am ageless. I have nine lives, so age is irrelevant. (Sorry, Aoibha. Emily tells me that is quite a rude answer. OK, in this life, I guess I’m about 8 years old. Emily is nodding yes.)
Q: What time do you usually get up at?
No set time. I just go with the fabulous flow. Sometimes I sleep at night. Other times I sleep all day and then prowl around at night, opening the kitchen cabinet doors so that when my human gets up in the morning, she blames the male human. I can’t help it; they keep me indoors so I have to do something for fun! What time does Scourge get up?
Q: Did you like these questions?
Meooooowie! Yes, they were fun! And YOU are my first interview.
Q: Thanks so much for taking the time to talk to us today, you really are fabulous!
Thank you, Aoibha, for inviting me over. (I’ll let you in one one other thing, another secret: My human’s a good egg and I really do love her! I show her now and then, too, but I have to poke her a lot too. Because, as a feline, I have to maintain the upper paw, you know what I mean?)
Zoe, as from her title is a fabulous feline who lives with her owner Emily Gmitter. Zoe writes a blog about herself and Emily and all the mischief she gets up to. She’d love if you could check it out. Thanks for reading! Bye for now!
~AoibhaWalsh2017

01:16

It’s my first time writing on my blog from my phone and I have to say, I’ve only wrote one sentence so far and I can tell it’s going to be annoying but I’d do anything for allike of you guys. But before we go any further, because of my phones cursed autocorrect, I want to apologise for any grammar mistakes because spelling errors drive me insane and I know some of you might be the same. Without further ado, let’s get on with it.

We’ve just left our home and are on our way to Dublin airport. It’s going to take us four hours but I slept all day so I’ll probably be awake all night. It’s eerily dark and I’m the only one awake on the bus at the moment. Well, the driver is too. If he wasn’t then… okay yeah that’d be quite unfortunate. Anyway, there is an ominous black sky above us and all I can hear is the sound of the engine. It’s really creeping me out.

It was so hard saying goodbye to Mike and my sister. We all ended up crying. Mum and me gave everyone a massive hug. I cried for a while as we got on the bus. Only silently though, hoping no one would notice me in the dark. Then out of nowhere ingot the giggles. Welcome to my life! As some of you may know, I hate anything to do with flying. I hate not having control over anything and just having to sit there hoping to god there isn’t a bird strike or a failing engines. Typical old me. I’m sitting across from my mum. I got my own seat! My mum is fast asleep too. Am I the only one who came up with a genius plan to stay up until five a.m. in the morning, sleep all day in order to stay up all night? Well, maybe it wasn’t such a genius plan because I was cranky all day. Oh well.

We’ve stopped at a toll bridge and I’ve never been through one on a bus. Except, the bus has stopped here for the last five minutes. I miss my family already. Hello if you’re reading this. Best family ever <3. I’m going to browse the Internet for writing competitions for a while. I’ll update you all later on. Bye for now!

~AoibhaWalsh2017

A Further Interview With Andrew Joyce & Danny The Dog

Today, we’re sitting down with the authors Andrew Joyce and Danny the Dog for a joint interview. Andrew is the author of Yellow Hair and Danny writes a monthly column to keep his legions of fans informed as to his latest adventures. So, without further ado, let’s get started.

Thank you for agreeing to do this interview.

AJ: It’s a pleasure to be here.

DtD: Me too . . . I guess.

 

Tell me a little about yourselves and your backgrounds?

AJ: I’m a writer, which surprises me greatly. For the first three years of my writing career, I never referred to myself as a writer. It was only when the royalties started coming in and I could quit my day job that I dared think of myself as such.

DtD: I’m a dog.

What book or books have had a strong influence on you and/or your writing?

AJ: The works of Louis L’Amour and Robert B. Parker.

DtD: The genius writings of Danny the Dog.

AJ: Excuse me, Aoibha, but I need to speak to Danny for a minute.

AJ: What are you doing, Danny? You don’t seem to be taking this interview seriously. You’re giving one-word answers and when asked about your favorite authors, you say “yourself”. I know all us writers think of ourselves as our favorite author, but you’re not supposed to say that out loud.

DtD: Whatever! May we continue with the inquisition?

AJ: I’m sorry, Aoibha.

 

That’s okay, Andrew. Danny and I understand one another. So let’s carry on. Going back to the beginning, what is it that got you into writing?

AJ: One morning, about six years ago, I went crazy. I got out of bed, went downstairs, and threw my TV out the window. Then I sat down at the computer and wrote my first short story. I threw it up on the Internet just for the hell of it, and a few months later I was notified that it was to be included in a print anthology of the best short stories of 2011. I even got paid for it! I’ve been writing ever since.

DtD: One day, about five years ago, Andrew went out and left the computer on. He was always complaining about how hard it is to write anything decent, so I thought I’d show him how easy it is when one has talent. Is that a long enough answer for you, Andrew?

 

Tell us a little bit about your writing process.

AJ: I prefer to write in the early morning hours when things are quiet. I usually get up around 2:00 a.m. and go to work. The commute is not long . . . only a few steps to my computer.

DtD: I have to wait until Hemingway over there goes to bed.

AJ: By any chance are you referring to me?

DtD: Yes, but only in an ironic way.

AJ: You see what I’ve got to put up with?

 

Now boys, play nice. You are both professionals. What would your fans think?

AJ: You’re right. I’m sorry.

DtD: I’m the only one with fans around here. I’d say that Andrew’s been riding my coattails for years—if I had coattails. But for your sake, I’ll try to be well-behaved.

 

That’s a good doggie. Do either of you have any hobbies? Or anything you like to do in your spare time?

AJ: I like to read history and do research for my next book. I also like to watch old movies from the 1930s and ’40s.

DtD: My hobby is looking after His Nibs here. I’m always getting him out of trouble or bailing him out of jail after one of his benders. I call him Hemingway because he drinks like Ernie did. You should see ol’ Andrew when he’s had a snoot full.

 

What are you two working on at the moment?

AJ: This interview.

DtD: Ditto

AJ: High five, Danny.

DtD: Next question, please.

AJ: Hey, Danny. Don’t leave me hangin’.

DtD: Pleeease, Aoibha, the next question!

 

How do you develop your plots and your characters? Do you use a set formula?

AJ: I usually sit down to write a book with no idea where my characters will lead me. I start out with (I hope) a killer first sentence and the last paragraph of the book. Then I set out to fill the in-between space with 100,000 words. I find that the easy part. Sometimes I will bring my characters to a certain place, only to have them rebel when we get there. They’ll tell me they want to go somewhere else and take off on their own. I have no choice but to follow.

DtD: That was a pretty artsy-fartsy answer.

AJ: Was not.

DtD: Was too.

AJ: Was not!

DtD: Was too. Was too. Was too!!!

 

Boys! If you can’t behave, I’ll have to end the interview. As a child, Andrew what did you want to be when you grew up? And, as a puppy, Danny, what did you want to do?

AJ: I never wanted to grow up, and I believe I have succeeded.

DtD: I think he has, too. As a puppy, I only wanted to survive Andrew.

 

What would we find under your bed?

AJ: The monster that lives there.

DtD: When it thunders, me (and Andrew’s monster).

 

If you could travel into the past or future, where would you want to go? Why?

AJ: Egypt. I’d like to see the Great Pyramid being built.

DtD: The caveman days. I think it would be super-duper to be in a time before dogs allowed themselves to be “domesticated.”

 

What has been your worst or most difficult job?

 

AJ: Some jobs I’ve had in the past have been real doozies. I’ve done back-breaking physical labor. I’ve worked as a waiter for a short spell and hated every minute of it. I worked with and breathed in chemicals that have done a number on my lungs. But the worst job I ever had was when I was eighteen. I worked at a McDonalds for one day. At the end of the shift, I walked out never to return. I didn’t care about the pay I was owed or anything else. I just wanted out of there.

DtD: Looking after Andrew.

 

What group did you hang out with in high school?

AJ: I had no friends in high school. Still don’t . . . come to think of it.

DtD: At last . . . Andrew has said one true thing! I, of course, had no need of schooling. I was born brilliant. Not to mention wonderful, marvelous, and good looking.

 

What is something that you absolutely cannot live without?

DtD: If you don’t mind, Aoibha, I’ll field this one for both of us. For Andrew, it’s vodka. For me it’s Andrew.

AJ: Aw shucks, Danny.

Thank you for stopping by. It’s been a little different. However, I believe we’ve learned a few things about your writing processes . . . and other things as well.

AJ: Thank you for having us

DtD: Yeah, it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.

So there we go folks, another amazing interview from Andrew and his sidekick Danny. Those two are quite the comical bunch! Don’t forget to check out Andrew’s amazing books on Amazon. You won’t regret it. And don’t forget to check out Danny’s blog. I’m sure you’ll get quite a few giggles out of it!

 

Middle Child Cyndrum

My dad just posted a story i wrote when i was seven!!!! Laughing my head off at it. Haven’t read it in years 😛

Pete's Poetry

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                                        what it feels like

hi my name is Aoife and I suffer from the one and only the middle child sindrum it is when you are the middle child and you obviously have to do everything and i have this little sister chloe she is like the most spoiled child in the family and all i have is clothes well a bit more! One day chloe started balling and yes i had to sort her out it took me like half an hour. middle child sindrum sucks, also when I was out with my friends Kasie and Kirsty yeah i bet your guessing they are twins yes they are anywayi was  hanging around my estate woodgrave my mom called me…

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That’s My Girl

“Night dad,” Aria called from upstairs. It was eleven o’clock on a normal Saturday night. “Night kiddo!” He called back. As she climbed into bed she reached for her laptop and turned on Netflix, starting season two of breaking bad. The aroma of the infused lavender oil filled her room, leaving her feel sleepy after half an hour. She flicked the switch of her bedside lamp and powered off her laptop. She could still hear the television playing downstairs. Her dad was watching sons of anarchy. The usual Saturday night binge.

Aria was in a peaceful deep sleep, barely moving at all. It was hard to even tell if she was breathing. That didn’t last long. She heard the front door opening and presumed it was her dad retrieving something from the car. She waited a few minutes only to hear a scream. Aria was frozen to the spot. Her dad never screamed. Never. “Where is she?” She heard. It sounded like an old man’s voice. She then figured that they may have been looking for her. Her mother had left many years ago. Aria was the only she in the house. She had to act fast. She tiptoed into her closet and threw clothes over her to disguise her in case. Footsteps were heard coming up the stairs. Aria was sweating at this stage. She could hear her dads muffled screams and realised they must have put a gag in his mouth. They were a lot deeper, as if he was trying to say something. “I know you’re in here little girl,” said the high pitched voice of a young man. She fumbled quietly for something, anything in her closet. She found a scarf and stared at it long and hard. She picked up the courage and leaped out of the closet and jumped onto the man’s back, throwing the scarf around his neck and pulling on it, choking him. Aria then figured out he was armed. He aimed his silver handgun at her and fired. Her fast reflexes allowed her to catch hold of the gun and face it upwards, leaving a hole in the ceiling. They both choked on the dust raining down on them. Aria kneed him in the stomach and hit him in the throat. The one place she knew would only knock him out for a short amount of time. She then stuffed him in her closet fetching her Hurley and putting it through the handles in the door so he wouldn’t be able to get out for a while until he figured out what was jamming the door. Before she did that, she took his handgun quickly and raced downstairs. The sitting room door was made out of glass, so she stood beside it and looked in as far as she dared. She could see her dad, his hands tied behind his back with rope and as she predicted earlier, a gag in his mouth. She held her hand over her mouth to stop herself from screaming for help. There was a man in front of him. He was quite tall, but he had a mask over his face, so she couldn’t make out his features but he definitely had a masculine body. He pulled a gun from his belt and held it at the side of her dad’s head. He was about to pull the trigger before Aria flung the door open and pulled her guns trigger at him. The bullet hit him in the mid section of his torso. He doubled over, screaming all words under the sun. Aria ran to her dad. “Dad, Dad! Are you alright?” She shouted. He nodded in shock. She examined him only to find his legs were also tied together. “I’ll be right back dad!,” she said. She kicked the man in the stomach once again while she ran to retrieve a knife from the kitchen. Aria ran back into her dad and began cutting the rope. When he was free, he pulled out the gag and hugged his daughter. “Aria, you just saved my life,” he said smiling at her. It was a nervous smile. His eyes were still wide with shock. “It’s not over yet dad. It’s not over until we get out of this house and get down to the police station,” with that, they ran out of the house.

As Aria’s dad was driving, he began to feel dizzy. “Dad, let me take over,” she said. “Aria, are you crazy? You’re twelve for gods sakes!” “I’m well aware dad but some twelve year olds know more than you think sometimes.” Her dad had no choice but to pull over and stop the car. Aria walked over to the driver’s seat. Aria was against smoking but her dad needed to calm down. She left him have one cigarette. As he sat down in the passenger seat, Aria put her hand on the door to close it. It was wet. It hadn’t rained in four days but the car was wet. Gas. The people that tried to kill them had poured gas all over the car. “DAD! DON’T LIGHT THE-” too late. Aria jumped out of the car. And sprinted around the other side to get her dad. She opened the door quickly and pulled him out. He was unconscious and bleeding from several different places. She found her dad’s phone poking out of the pocket in his jeans. She instantly called the emergency number. “911, what is your emergency?” Asked the dispatcher. “We’ve had people in our house trying to kill us and as we tried to escape, our car blew up. Can you send help please?! My father is unconscious and he isn’t responding!” “I have tracked your phones location and help is on its way. Can you listen to see if your father is breathing please?” Aria did just that. She followed the dispatchers instructions and listened to everything they had to say.

Paramedics, an ambulance and the fire brigade came upon the scene half an hour later. The Paramedics put Aria’s dad on to a splint and carried him into the ambulance. Aria came with him while the brigade fought with the fire from their car which was now not much more than debris. Aria’s dad regained consciousness at the hospital after medical procedures and CPR. The police were investigating the scene at their house and arrested the two men responsible. Even after further questioning, the men did not give reason for wanting Aria. They were sentenced for twenty-five years for attempted murder. “Who knew that my amazing daughter would one day save my butt?” Asked Aria’s dad. “I’m full of surprises daddy,” she smiled. “That’s my girl!” They both laughed. If you look hard enough beyond a storm, there’s always a rainbow.