literature

FICTION BY ME

This page I'll put all my whimsical, silly, maybe good, poems stories etc etc . If anybody ever actually reads this, let me know what you think of them at my email- Katy Bogart

This won't be all of my writing- that would take forever. But I'll try and alternate things a bit.

First is a poem I wrote, originally using a magnetic poetry kit, but I later edited it when I couldn't find all the words I needed.

'Moon Goddess'

by Katy Bogart

love the sun

dream for a wind goddess

whisper the chant

soar in vision

swim in smooth cool lakes, and the moon will say you her language

This next is an original fairy tale I wrote, with a story starter at a girls webpage- .

I only used two ideas, though- the girl who couldn't blink, although even on that I took some liberty, and a house made of roses. The idea of my description of a palace woven of roses still hsn't stopped inspiring me for new storys, poems, and drawings of it. I have started more parts of this epic tale, and when one of them is finished, I'll put it in.

THE TALE OF THE SAVING OF DANEUBUCE by Katy Bogart

My name is Olyvius. I am a fairie of the olden woods upon the ancient hills of Daneubuce. I rarely ever leave my humble palace in the knot of Akainea, the oldest tree standing, but when my friend and kin Sairay flew overhead announcing of the urgent news to council, I knew I needed to go to this council.

Sairay had crawed the meeting place was to be in Fhawnsair, the sacred place of roses. This would have been considered a long and tedious journey for some, but those would never have been called to council. For I and my kin and folk, we would all arrive within an hour around, or sharp, of the calling.

This would have meant that after a day utmost, the council would be dismissed and we could all continue our personal matters.

But we all had to be prepared to stay a week, least.

This was because of one specific element- Pyraeus. He is a mud dwarf, a stout little fellow. He was always late, only to things of matter. To happenings such as a dance, he would usually be perhaps, say, several minutes to an hour early. No one knew how he managed to be so late only to the councilings, and he would have been dismissed but for one reason.

This was the reason- He had a photographic memory, and knew a range of things from the Spanish language to numeral merits and could often foresee what was to happen in the future, although only what would happen to himself, and only an hour utmost into the future.

This sounds unmagical as you probably expect my kin to be, but it is much more skill than I suppose you or your kind have or ever will have.

The only reason my kin appear to be magical is because we are tuned in with the rest of the world, or nature. This is just because we believe, and we see.

This council must have been urgent, because by the time I got there, along with Sairay, and other inhabitants of the hills of Daneubuce, Pyraeus was already in the hall of roses.

The hall of roses- I must tell you about this place. It is probably the most beautiful place on Earth, and if you ever found it, 'twould be named the eighth wonder of the world. It is massive. The hall all exists of one room. There are no furnishings or decorations, and there are no lights of a sort. The walls are of roses, ancient, living, growing, natural roses. The roses are of all colors of the rainbow, including blue, black and orange. There are also some colors not of the rainbow, shades unseen to your eye. These are the most brilliant thing I have ever seen, and there are none of your words to describe them. The vines are entwined so thickly and closely, no drop of liquid ever passes through. The stunning thing is , the sun seeps right around- no, not around, through, the vines. The hall is brighter than in the outside, and the effects of the roses portray what you would call a reflection of stained glass. The floor, which is a carpet of petals that fall, are billions of colors. There are new shades invented, of the colors reflected and fallen combined.

The whole hall is natural- no supports, no coaxing or fertilizing, nothing artificial or ungenuine formed this hall. The mother nature chose to give us a wondrous gift, and that is all. The vines braided and took form and stretched, all themselves.

Well, actually- but that is another story, is it not?

When the council had seated, we were announced the point of this meeting. There had been news, or rumors, that the evil wizard Alenpoufes had a map to our world, Daneubuce, and was letting in and guiding humans- you- into our kingdom(really Queendom), and showing them our secrets. At first, said Daneza( our Queen), no one had took mind, but later they had recieved a note from Zanzibuce, Daneza's brother in Salselie, the entrance to our Queendom, saying the rumors were to be believed. This caused a great disturbance among the council, but it had been kept quiet. Now action needed to be taken.

There was already a seeker picked to find the maps and plans from the

safe of Alenpoufes, but a helper, a guide, was to be chosen.

After long discussion, Sairay was chosen. I was proud.

Now Daneza made a signal with her right hand, and there was a soft murmur in the back as a -human!- came forward. This human girl stared at us unblinkingly, her long black hair cascading over her ruby cheeks as she said in a loud, clear voice "My name is Semarly. I will try my best."

And then she was trusted.

Here are some of my newspapers, The Blackstone Gazzette

Blackstone Gazette

Written & edited by Katy Bogart

October 1997

Halloween Edition

Wizards we have known &

loved

Wizards, good and

evil

have a tendency to

stick

themselves in peoples

minds

and stay there the

rest

of their lives. Such as

Gandalf, of J.R.R.

Tolkien's Lord of the

Ring

series, Merlin of the

legend of King

Arthur,

and a less known

wizard,

Antorell of the

Dealing

with Dragons series by Patricia Wrede.

Good or evil, several characteristics

they all share are: Wizards are all very

respected, good wizards are loved, bad

wizards are hated, and they all either

have a hat, a cane or a cat for a familiar.

Gray hair and wisdom also appear to be

popular statistics among wizards. Wizards

also seem to be popular at Halloween time,

although usually not very many costumes

of wizards are to be seen.

Favorite Trick or

Treat Candy Poll results

Very recently I took a poll on

what candy was more popular to

receive for trick or treating, #1 Small

bags of candy such as M&Ms, candy corn or

Skittles,#2 Hard candies like butterscotch discs

or cinnamon discs,#3 or small candy bars like Hersheys. Here are the results:

Small bags:

Hard candies:

Mini bars: * * * *

So you see.

RECIPE OF THE MONTH

Giant Salad

This month this recipe is mostly for feel instead of taste. If you wish to eat this freaky delight, heat the spaghetti.

Brain: mass of cold spaghetti

Eyeballs: Deviled eggs

Fingers: Breadstix

Arrange it all on a spooky platter. For a special effect, use a pair of candy lips, and stick a chicken bone in it. Have fun, and good eating!

Emma

Emma is as sweet as ever, of course. She doesn't like being home alone much. When we come home, Emma jumps at the door, and licks us all over.

Halloween

First it was Day of the Dead. Then All Hallow"s Eve. Now Halloween. First It was carved turnips and locked doors. Now it is Carved pumpkins and open doors. Halloween developed over the years , helped by superstition. Now Halloween is mostly just tradition, and fun.

Word search

P u m p k I n a n o t h e e h a w t r I c k o r t r e a t

h a l l o w e e n s o m e t h I n g o r

o t h e r b o o g h o s t g o b l I n w I z a r d w I t c h s p o o k

s t g e r a s d I o

Look for: Pumpkin

trick or treat

Halloween

boo

ghost

goblin

wizard

witch

spooks

---

Good luck!

Of course, my papers are normally in paper format- columns, etc.

If you didn't notice, that was my halloween issue.

Here is another Blackstone Gazette

Written and researched and edited by Katy Bogart August, 1997

Summer Edition

Florence Bascom

Florence Bascom, Geologist. Florence Bascom, the 'First' Lady. No, she was not the President's wife, but a lady of many firsts. Florence Bascom was the first woman to receive a Ph.D. from Johns Hopkins University. She was also the first woman elected to be a member of the Geological Society of America , and the first woman hired into

the United States Geological Survey as an assistant geologist. Bascom established a new geology department at Bryn Mawr College, and oversaw it the next three decades. Probably her family had something to do with her choice in careers. Her father, John Bascom, believed that women's education should be promoted equally with men's.This theory was not universally accepted in the 1860s and 70s. Florence Bascom was born in 1862 in the town of Williamstown, Massachusetts as the youngest of three Bascom children. When Florence was twelve her family moved to Wisconsin, where her father took position as president of the University of Wisconsin. Three years later F.B. enrolled as a freshman at the U. of W. In 1882 she graduated with a bachelor's degree in Arts, and in Letters . In 1884 she earned a third bachelor's degree in Science. Florence stayed at Wisconsin to work on her master's degree, which she focused on petrography, the classification and description of rocks. The degree was awarded her in 1887. Then , in 1893 she earned her Ph.D. from Johns Hopkins, although she had had to attend as an informal student and a woman had never been awarded a Ph.D. by Johns Hopkins before .

If you didn't notice, that was unfinished, and non fiction.

The Blackstone GazetteEdited and written by Katy Bogart

July, 1997

The life of Mozart

When Wolfgang A. Mozart was six, he was already probably very good at the clavier, violin, and organ. The reason I said probably very good is because the facts are he could already play, and absolutely nothing about if he was good or not, although most people do assume that he was pretty good at those instruments, and , of course he probably was, ,but, just in case his parents had to listen to a very screechy hour or so of violin, I just didn't want to pass by on that tidbit .He was also already highly skilled in sight-reading and improvisation.At least the so called facts go.But, we won't go into that again.When Wolfgang a. Mozart was six, he had already composed six what-you-usually-compose-when- you -are-a-composer. In 1762 Leopold (Mozart's father) took Wolfgang and his sister Anna on the first of many successful concert tours through the courts of Europe.Wolfgang and his sister once performed before the King and Queen of England. During this time Wolfgang composed (by the way, that word means wrote) sonatas (that word means song)for the harpsichord and violin (1763), and a bunch of other songs and stuff. Here we gracefully decline from our report on how Mozart is doing.

FIREWORKS

These, in case you don't know, which I think most people do, but anyway; Firecrackers are made up of different chemicals that when on fire produce large colorful bursts and shoot off into the sky, usually in the opposite order I mentioned them. Now , fireworks are a totally different thing. Just the name brings to mind colored light and smoke and eerie whistles twirling around and around through space, making for a delightful celebration of Independence day. ..............oh, okay. I admit that the word does not bring anything in particular into my mind, but I'm sure that it does into somebody's mind ,plus it makes for a good say. Some of my personal favorites are: Jumbo California Candles. The latter is basically the same as a giant sparkler, although much more spectacular .J. C. Candles are found at 'Freedom Firework' stands around the Northwest area. #2. Friendship Pagodas. They are located just about anywhere, being one of the most popular fireworks. And now, we will let you jump to our next article . Retractions This is the column where I sadly admit my mistakes, and here I go. In the April/may issue I put under the column Preview a few things that will not come to life until the August/September issue, instead of this month's issue, on the account that I have waited 'til the last minute and I am too lazy too hurry too much. Here is a list of the poor articles: Top five websites Chocolate Cheesecake recipe Trapeze tips and the comics. But do not despair, for we have much more , and some jokes. And now : we will hand you over to JOKE BREAK !!! jOKE BREAK Scientific Ponderable Well , just to start us off we have a few questions that I am not going to answer, so you will have something to think about when you are bored. Why is there no channel one on television? Why don't woodpeckers get headaches? Why don't people get goose bumps on their faces? How do they keep raisins from falling to the bottom of cereal boxes? And now we have a few questions that I will answer. Washington, D.C. streets are named alphabetically.Why is there no J street? There is no definitive answer, yet Nelson Rimensnyder, historian of the House of Representatives committee on the District of Columbia has two theories; 1.J, as written during the eighteenth century, was often confused with other letters, such as I. 2.The founders of Washington D.C., were political, professional, and personal enemies of John Jay, and therefore snubbed him when naming the streets in 1791. GOOD BYE AND GOOD DAY.

If you hadn't noticed, these are in no order whatsoever. There are plenty more of these papers around here somewhere, if only I knew where. I need to start them up again this summer. I also tried one with my friend Mckenna- Here was our unfinished attempt:

The Miscellaneous Press

March

Story Corner

Rapunzel (kind of) By katy Bogart

One day an ugly old wash maid told her husband to go get her some radishes from the evil witch's garden. She was in a rather bad mood, because she was pregnant, you see. There were rumors told that the witch would kill anyone who dared to take radishes from her vegetyable garden. But the old crippled man would do anything to hush his wife of her whinings, so off he went.

The young maiden was brushing her fine raven tresses, when she heard footsteps in her garden. She hurriedly slipped on her old warty mask and tall black hat, grabbed her broom and rushed off.

The old man was not startled when the witchy thing slipped into his path, but when she started to say "who-" and her voice was as high and beautiful as a nightingale.

"Whoops!" thought the 'witch'. Almost slipped. Then she mentally slid her voice down into a throaty cackle, and continued- "'goes there?"

His mind must be wandering, thought the old man, and forgot all about it.

-You know the rest, we'll skip right to the part that might interest you-

"Quick!"Here comes that bothersome prince again." Said the beautiful young woman, whose brains were craftier than those of a fox, to a teenage girl whose golden curls fell down her back in shining waves although it was held up in a bun on the top of her gangly head. She nodded, and with a sly laugh they were off to their posts.

"Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down your long hair!" "Not by the hair on my chinny chin chin!' Replied Rapunzel.

"Rapunzel, that's not the way the story goes!" cried the bereaved prince, the hair on his chinny chin chin drooping.

'Ha!'Thought Rapunzel. 'All he cares about is tradition! Tradition, rituals- How monotonous! I bet he's even against modern technology!'

As the prince was starting to turn away in shame, a pile of golden ringlets fell at his feet.

'You're not coming down my chimney!' Thought the princess.

And there and then she cut off her beautiful locks.

As for Rapunzel, she got a mohawk and left for Africa to study gorillas.

As for the Prince- ,Well, let's just say he did not live happily ever after. He spent the rest of his life looking for the young maiden upon whose head the tresses would fit . . .

To end this happily, we'll say that one day he finds a beautiful maiden whose head the wig would fit. This certain maiden was called Cinderella.

And as for the 'witch', it is needless to say that she went around scaring little children and putting curses on people- only minor curses, as she is good-hearted at heart.

And that is the end

Dear Annie Sanders

Dear Annie,

I let my best friend borrow my favorite book. It was a new copy! You know what he did?! He read it to his pig! The pig wanted to see the pictures, so he gave it to him, and the pig-I'll call him Ernest- got it all muddy!

What should I do?

Sign me In a muddy mess Dear Muddy mess,

I read your story. And I have come to a conclusion. First I have one question, WHY did you let him read it to his pig? My conclusion is that you should have this so called best friend of yours Buy you a new copy. Oh and by the way don't let him borrow your books from now on!!!

Dear Annie

Hi, I'm 'Ernest' the pig. I was insulted by my friends friend comment on how I treated her book. All I wanted to do was look at the pictures, because my eyesight isn't very good. It's all my friend's fault because he should have shown them to me instead of dropping them in my sty. I told him this, but he's mad at me. He says it's my fault he has to buy his friend a new book, and I say it's not! - Messy?

Dear Messy,

well to tell you the truth I really don't know what to say except for . . . I agree with you that it is your "friends" fault!

I especially like 'Annie's' replies, and Rapunzel. We also had a page of fake adds that were pretty hilarious. I turned in Rapunzel to my school's literature magazine, and they cut it off in the middle- right where it says - You know the rest, we'll skip right to the part that might interest! That was so maddening! Some sort of mistake somewhere along the line.

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