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Updated To Do List
- Get over to IRSC to fill out paperwork
- Fill out Community Transit application
- Fax updated eye report to GDB
- Make phone calls
- Mail letters
That's all I can think of at the moment. I'll update as tasks are completed/added.
- Emotion of the Moment:
happy
Harry Potter
Harry Potter
Killing Moon
complete, sfw
PG13
General, dark
675 words
As the sun began to crest the horizon, something nameless and unseen slipped through the trees. No longer would the Master of the Hallows stand by and watch as his wizards ruined what was sacred. The past would obey the guardian of time, and the future would fear the keeper of death.
Lie To Me
complete, sfw
PG13
angst
1,584 words
Everything had felt so right, then. When Valarie looked at him, love shone from her dark eyes. It lit her face like a flame from within, a beacon in his darkest hour, unfailingly guiding him home.
Anyway, after he ate, I let him out to relieve, then we went to the office because I needed something read for me. I let him off leash when we got into the large club house building and he started running around like a maniac. They love him there, so none of the staff mind.
Anyway, after Rachel helped me read what needed reading, we were sitting down and chatting when Tony, who'd been bouncing off the walls for a good ten minutes straight, stands up and ... you know where this is going, right? He puked all over the floor.
I felt so bad. I just kept apologizing as they sent for someone to clean it up. I kept telling them I could clean it and Rachel just kept reassuring me that it was all right.
Tony was fine the rest of the day. We just assumed that there was a little formula that should never be repeated.
Kibble + run + water + more run = puke.
That is all.
I dwell in an Eden of verdent fields and cobalt skies, sapphire seas and rugged mountains, ivory beaches and mossy woods.
I awake to the twittering of the little songbird and slumber to the mournful hooting of the owl.
I breathe an air washed clean by sweet summer rain.
I till in soil untainted by blood or body.
I eat fruit untouched by knowledge or shame.
I live immortally, yet I live alone.
Exiled to this Eden by the love I bear within me. Shunned from them by my own desire. To keep them safe, I say goodbye.
There is only one to name the stars beheld in the velvet night sky. Only one to witness the clash of elements when the thunder rolls and lightning strikes.
There is only I, for only in my loneliness am I assured of their love.writing, worksafe
I have a talking watch. I hit a button, it tells me the time, etc. I also have four alarms set on it. One for Tony's morning feeding and relieving, one for his afternoon relieveing, one for his evening feed and relieve and the last for his nightime relieve.
Over the past few weeks, I've noticed that Tony always gets up or stops whatever he's doing when the alarm for his evening feeding goes off. And sometimes, most of the time, actually, the beeping doesn't have a chance to start up before I've stopped the watch and gotten up to feed him. Often, the watch simply has time to say, "Alarm three. Good afternoon..." Then it's shut off. But each time, without fail, Tony is up and on his way to his bowl even before I've moved.
This just boils down to the simplest of conclusions. My dog can tell time.
Haha. All right, maybe not. But honestly, guys? It's almost eerie at how he responds to my alarm. It's as though he knows exactly what it is for. And perhaps he has a time mechanism inside him that just tells him when it's around his feeding time, but if the alarm doesn't go off, he doesn't bother going to his bowl. I know he knows when to eat, because if the alarm doesn't go off and I start moving around, he'll instantly jump up and nudge me. But it's only the alarm that snaps him to attention and turns him into Tony, the Time Tellin' Blab.
Has anyone else ever had an experience like this? Once more, I'm astounded at just how utterly brilliant our dogs are.
And you can tell I'm waxing way too poetic, right? I know. I'm a dork.
We are going to Virginia, though. Tony and I will be gone from the 17th until the 24th, and I cannot wait. We'll be arriving in VA a little before 11:00 PM on the 17th and I'll arrive back in Orlando at around 6:30 PM on the 24th. I'll be flying with Southwest Airlines who are awesome by default simply because they don't charge for bags.
I've already called Southwest to let them know I will be traveling with my guide dog. I asked for a bulkhead seat, informing them that I'd been told I could request one if accompanied by a service animal. The woman I spoke to was very kind. She told me that when I checked in, I needed to inform the person at the desk that I had to pre-board.
This will ensure I receive either a bulkhead seat or a window seat. I'm not too sold on the latter idea. A window seat, though offering perhaps a bit more room, is still nowhere near large enough for Tony. The bulkhead seat on the Air Tran flights I took back from training were barely enough for him and he's gotten a bit bigger since then. I'm hoping that once the flight attendants take a look at him, they'll show some compassion and give us a bulkhead.
I did find one part of our conversation very amusing. When I first explained to the woman that I would be traveling with my guide dog, she quite innocently informed me that I would be allowed to hold him on my lap. I giggled and told her that Tony was 70 pounds and that just was not going to happen. I'm pretty sure she felt a little foolish. I, on the other hand, was just plain tickled.
I'll admit, I was really surprised at just how brief the initial flight will be. It's only just under two hours. I'm serious, by the time Tony and I get settled up there, it'll be time to come back down.
I've got to remember to bring gum for me and kibble for Tony to combat ear popping.
I'm sorry I've been so lax with my posting, guys. I'll try and pick it up a bit, but there really isn't much happening with us at the moment. Still, I'm touched that so many of you miss it and are encouraging me to get back with it. And I promise, the last few days of training will make it up here at some point. I won't leave you all hanging. They won't be as informed, as my notes were very fleeting, but they'll be here.
In acknowledgement of my baby's big day, the toy box remained open all day so that Tony could have his pick of any toy he chose. And mommy played with him whenever he asked for it, which I don't often do or I'll be playing all day. He got extra hugs, cuddles and kisses today as well.
Tonight, my neighbor took me to Petco. Tony got a large sterile bone stuffed full of peanut butter, a huge box of large milk bones for very special occasions and a can of doggie peanut butter for when he's an extra good boy. I wanted to get him a toy, but they were all toys he'd destroy. I saw a NylaBone that he really loved, but it was $25.00, so I didn't get it and purchased the milk bones instead.
After we came home, Tony chewed his peanut butter bone like a maniac, then fell fast asleep. Today wasn't hectic or overwhelming, but it was fun for my birthday Blab, my own special boy.
Mommy loves you, Tony. Happy birthday, my baby boy.
- Emotion of the Moment: happy
- Name That Tune:Tony's Snoring
PLEASE READ: An interlude has been added between chapters three and five, Learning and Working. I'd recommend going back and reading it, especially if you're interested to see how Maddie's brother is reacting to her kidnap. I've included the link here so you can simply copy, paste and read!
Interlude 1 - Speculation: DW
LJ
Rating: NC17
Words: 1,512
Genres: general (I can't really say what genre this falls under just yet.)
Story Warnings: violence, strong language, explicit descriptions of sex, child slavery, child prostitution, kidnapping, Master/slave, body modification, bondage, branding, caging, caning, collaring, humiliation, masturbation, oral sex, rape, sex with a minor, whipping
Worksafe: NO!
Summary:
Kidnapped and forced into a world where girls are nothing more than property, Madeleine's only outlet is through her journal. Where following the rules could very well mean the difference between life or death, only the pleasing survive.
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblances to persons living or dead are purely coincidental. This work is the sole property of this author. Unauthorized reproduction in any form or by any means is strictly prohibited.
A/N: Please Read: This story was inspired and deeply influenced by Maal's To Become. It was not stolen, and she herself approves it. She happens to be a very good friend of mine. You can read her story by clicking on the corresponding link on my profile. The format was also borrowed after she and I discussed it earlier tonight, Wednesday, April 14, 2010. A reviewer of the previous version wanted longer chapters. Combining entries will give them that.
I started this story in March of 2010, but I've decided to go back and revamp the entire thing. So Madeleine's ordeal begins a new.
These are diary entries, written by an inteligent young girl. They are not chapters. They're not meant to be as fleshed out as a novel, nor are they subject to the same level of Samara-perceived perfection I expect from my other stories. Suggestions are welcome, as is constructive criticism, but unless there's a glaring error, it'll probably take me awhile to go back and fix every tiny mistake. Mistakes are what separate journals from published works. I'll fix the plot holes, but please don't flame me because Maddie didn't describe the cages in enough detail. I'll try and do my best, but I make no promises.
I know Madeleine doesn't write like a thirteen-year-old girl, and I'm aware that will detract from the image of a young teenager. I'm using a bit of a cop out and calling her a borderline genius. Think Hermione Granger from Harry Potter with less know-it-all traits. I'm sorry if this disappoints you, but no matter how hard I try, I simply can't write in the voice of today's teen.
Please keep in mind that this story deals with very sensative subjects such as child slavery, prostitution and rape. There will be course language and scenes containing graphic violence. I can't say "If this upsets you, Turn back." It is a raw tale told through the eyes of a child who is being wronged. If I do my job right, it will upset you. So the decision is left with you. If you feel you can handle it, then welcome. If not, then I strongly suggest you hit the back button now.
Flames will not be tolerated and will see you reported for abuse. Constructive criticism, however, is welcome.
Raw and unedited.
( Interlude 2 - The Call )
I'm sending this greeting a little early, since I'll be at my mom's all day tomorrow, and I may forget to write it out before leaving.
I hope your Christmases are full of laughter, family and, of course, splendid food that will have you groaning in your beds before ten. Laughs! And for those who do not celebrate Christmas, may you have a happy holiday. To those who may not be back until January, a happy new year to you all.
Hugs,
Samara
- Emotion of the Moment:
sleepy
Horizon Audio is casting several roles for our debut production. The Katie Chronicles: Twas the Night is a Christmas radio play that will air sometime early next year. We are aware we'll be missing the Yuletide mark, but hey. Better late than never, right? Think of it as a festive send off into the new year.
Attention
Those of you auditioning for Peter, Michael and Helen, we will need you again in a future episode of the Katie Chronicles. Peter will most likely only be in one more episode, but Michael and Helen will doubtless appear in all of them. If you aren't willing to commit to the roles, small as they are, then please do not audition for those particular characters.
Recording and Contact Information
Audition Deadline: December 24, 2011
Send all auditions to vahorizonproductions@gmail.com in a ZIP folder.
Entitle the subject of your e-mail "Aud: Twas the Night: Characternames
EX: Aud: Twas the Night: Santa, Michael Fury
Record in MP3, 44100hz 16-bit (128kbps) Stereo
Save the lines as "charactername_username_linenumber"
Ex: "helen fury_samararaine_line 1"
ZIP Folder: Include the following:
Your audition lines. No more than five takes, please. Keep all takes of a single line in one file, pausing for a few seconds between each one. If you're going to do more than one take, try and approach the line in different ways.
A text file with the following information:
Your real name or the name you'd like to be credited with if cast
The board on which you found this casting call
Your specific board username
The characters you are auditioning for
Template:
Name:
Board:
Username:
Auditioning For:
Entitle the ZIP folder "Aud. Twas the Night. Charactername_username"
EX: Aud. Twas the Night. Helen Fury, Elf 1_samararaine"
If you have any questions regarding the guidelines above, reply here or feel free to contact me on any of my various messengers.
E-mail: vahorizonproductions@gmail.com
AIM: sraenm
MSN: samararaine@hotmail.com
YIM: samararaine
Skype: samararaine
Please note that audition critiques will not be given.
Project Information
Title: The Katie Chronicles: Twas the Night
Plot
When ten-year-old Katie Fury finds Santa asleep on her couch, she must embark on a nighttime adventure to help save Christmas. But between a snoring Saint Nick, a sleigh she doesn't know how to drive, disobedient reindeer and a lost snow globe, can one little girl make it through and keep her favorite holiday from being ruined?
Looking For
- Serious and dedicated voice actors
- Exceptional microphone quality: The quality of your auditions will be a large factor in casting for this production. Pops, hisses, breath noise, static, etc will all count against you, no matter how outstanding your performance may be. It sounds harsh, but we want this production to sound as professional as possible.
Characters
Females
Name: Helen Fury
Age: Early 30's
Bio: Helen Fury is Katie's mother. She is a kind and gentle woman by nature, but she can bring the "mom" voice out when she needs to.
Voice Type: medium-low, medium, medium-high
Accent: Standard American
Audition Line 1:
(Gently)
I think it was, love. Though it sounds like a beautiful dream.
Audition Line 2:
(Confused)
Perhaps Santa brought it. (Beat) Oh, well, I’ll heat some apple cider and cinnamon sticks for us all.
Audition Line 3:
(Calling)
Michael, Katie … where are all my Red Bulls?
Males
Name: Santa
Age: Ageless
Bio: Santa is the jolly red elf we all know and love. But in this story, he's also a hypoglycemic who spends a fair bit of the production snoring.
Voice Type: low, medium-low
Tone: Jolly
Accent: English
Audition Line 1:
Oh, it's dreadful, Katie. You see, I am what is called hypoglycemic. And unfortunately, most of the cookies this year have been gluten-free. If I don't get some gluten soon ... (Yawns, despairing) oh ... Christmas will be ruined!
Audition Line 2:
Now Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen!
Audition Line 3:
Ho! ho! ho! Merry Christmas!
Audition Line 4:
(Gently)
Merry Christmas, Katie.
Audition Line 5:
This is a special tree, Katie, for it will come to life every holiday season, and will live for as long as you and your descendants believe in the true spirit of Christmas.
Please include a file of snoring as well, ranging from gentle snoring to heavy snoring.
Name: Michael Fury
Age: Early 30's
Bio: Michael Fury is Katie's father. They are extremely close. He is her confidon and best friend, as well as the only one who can stop her mischief in its tracks with a single, sharp word.
Voice Type: low, medium-low
Accent: Standard American
Audition Line 1:
(Reading To Katie)
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight--
KATIE
"Happy Christmas to all..."
MICHAEL
...and to all a good-night!"
I included Katie's line there so you have some context. Michael was cut off by his daughter, so please record the second-to-last line with that knowledge, pausing a bit as if to let Katie speak before reciting the final line of the poem.
Audition Line 2:
(Mock serious)
Oh yes, yes I did. (Laughs) But maybe if you go to sleep, Santa will forget all about your messy room and bring you a present.
Audition Line 3:
Goodnight, little one. I love you.
Audition Line 4:
Morning, nibblet. Merry Christmas!
Audition Line 5:
(A bit doubtful)
Perhaps. (To Katie) Come on, lazy. Your presents are waiting.
Name: Peter Pan
Age: 10
Bio: Peter Pan is the little boy from Neverland who refuses to grow up. He isn't mine, but he makes a cameo in Katie's Christmas story, and in doing so, sparks another tale that will be told some other time.
Voice Type: medium, medium-high, high
Accent: Standard American
Audition Line 1:
(Voice Constricted With Sobs)
She's m-my best f-friend. (Sniffles) She's a fairy.
Audition Line 2:
(Relieved, Annoyed)
There you are! Where have you been? I thought I'd lost you!
Audition Line 3:
Would you like to come to Never Neverland with me, Katie?
Audition Line 4:
(Aggravated)
Hey! You crazy red elf! Stop flying like a woman!
Audition Line 5:
Ow! Tink! Ow! I'm sorry! I didn't know it was her! Ow!
Name: Elf 1
Age: 30's
Bio: A member of Santa's Christmas Security Brigade.
Voice Type: medium-high, high: Think adult little person with small lungs.
Accent: Any
Audition Line 1:
There appears to be a hijacking. I repeat, Santa's sleigh appears to have been hijacked by a female child in red. Snow globe footage is being sent STAT.
Audition Line 2:
You are under arrest for unlawful possession of Santa and his sleigh. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of Christmas. You have the right to an elftorney. If you cannot afford--
Audition Line 3:
Santa! You don't understand. This is a hostage situation.
Name: Elf 2
Age: 30's
Bio: A member of Santa's Christmas Security Brigade.
Voice Type: medium-high, high: Think adult little person with small lungs.
Accent: Any
Audition Line 1:
What's the situation, Red Squad 4?
Audition Line 2:
Snow globe footage received. Begin surround sequence immediately. (Pause) And find out what the perp has drugged Santa with.
Auditions Received
Partial Cast List
Sirena Carroll as Katie
Tanja Milojevic as Tallie
Sale Marchio as Tim
Ankored yet swept away by
Tides of confusion
But I'm determined to make this year different. I'm going to do what I can to get into school. I want to study journalism. I also want to get involved in anything drama related. I'm getting into voice acting and I want all the advantage I can gain so late in life. I'm not aiming to go professional. I'm just aiming to have fun.
I'm going to start school, get work and somehow aford a few lessons from a vocal coach. Tough goals, but something has to change.
For now, I'm at mom's with Tony and we're about to eat homemade chicken cutlets! I'll write again later! I've been neglecting these journals.
Until later then! Twa'La!
/>Previous Entry: DW
LJ
Rating: NC17
Words: 10,829
Genres: general (I can't really say what genre this falls under just yet.)
Story Warnings: violence, strong language, explicit descriptions of sex, child slavery, child prostitution, kidnapping, Master/slave, body modification, bondage, branding, caging, caning, collaring, humiliation, masturbation, oral sex, rape, sex with a minor, whipping
Worksafe: NO!
Summary:
Kidnapped and forced into a world where girls are nothing more than property, Madeleine's only outlet is through her journal. Where following the rules could very well mean the difference between life or death, only the pleasing survive.
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblances to persons living or dead are purely coincidental. This work is the sole property of this author. Unauthorized reproduction in any form or by any means is strictly prohibited.
A/N: Please Read: This story was inspired and deeply influenced by Maal's To Become. It was not stolen, and she herself approves it. She happens to be a very good friend of mine. You can read her story by clicking on the corresponding link on my profile. The format was also borrowed after she and I discussed it earlier tonight, Wednesday, April 14, 2010. A reviewer of the previous version wanted longer chapters. Combining entries will give them that.
I started this story in March of 2010, but I've decided to go back and revamp the entire thing. So Madeleine's ordeal begins a new.
These are diary entries, written by an inteligent young girl. They are not chapters. They're not meant to be as fleshed out as a novel, nor are they subject to the same level of Samara-perceived perfection I expect from my other stories. Suggestions are welcome, as is constructive criticism, but unless there's a glaring error, it'll probably take me awhile to go back and fix every tiny mistake. Mistakes are what separate journals from published works. I'll fix the plot holes, but please don't flame me because Maddie didn't describe the cages in enough detail. I'll try and do my best, but I make no promises.
I know Madeleine doesn't write like a thirteen-year-old girl, and I'm aware that will detract from the image of a young teenager. I'm using a bit of a cop out and calling her a borderline genius. Think Hermione Granger from Harry Potter with less know-it-all traits. I'm sorry if this disappoints you, but no matter how hard I try, I simply can't write in the voice of today's teen.
Please keep in mind that this story deals with very sensative subjects such as child slavery, prostitution and rape. There will be course language and scenes containing graphic violence. I can't say "If this upsets you, Turn back." It is a raw tale told through the eyes of a child who is being wronged. If I do my job right, it will upset you. So the decision is left with you. If you feel you can handle it, then welcome. If not, then I strongly suggest you hit the back button now.
Flames will not be tolerated and will see you reported for abuse. Constructive criticism, however, is welcome.
Raw and unedited.
( Discipline )
Next Entry: DW
LJ
( Day 13 )
- Emotion of the Moment:
confused
( Day 8 )
- Emotion of the Moment:
scared
