The Book of Cinderella

Chapter One

1. Now, in the reign of David, King of Israel, there was born unto Peleth, son of Gireal, Gimael, and unto Gimael was born Ahazael,

2. And unto Ahazael was born Nun,

3. And unto Nun was born Kish.

4. Now unto Kish was born a daughter of a fair countenance whose name was Leah, and after his wife had died, he remarried.

5. Now, in the fourth month, Kish took to wife Abigail, the daughter of Seth;

6. And Abigail had borne a daughter whose countenance was ugly, and her name was Myra.

Shello! :)

So, here's another chapter. This one's a shortie, especially compared to the last one. But the next one is good and long. haha. I won't be able to post again for about a week, though. :P

Thank you everyone who is reading Unsortable. Your feedback is super-duper appreciated. So, here's a question: Who's Team Trixie?? I AM!! Bahahaha...

Anyway, thanks guys!! 

-Homey ;)

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 A Few Days in My House after the “Hurricane Irene”

  I will always remember the weekend when Hurricane Irene had hit.

Or shall I say “Hurricane Irene”.  Notice I wrote the previous phrase in quotation marks.  You see, the weatherman had announced many scary things about the upcoming “disaster” that would hit Long Island.

The ship is strewn with lanterns, sails
are catching in the breeze.
The ship is made of solid oak;
it’s ready for high seas.

The waning moon dips slowly down,
At last she says goodbye.
And holding hands, we know the ship
is not for you or I.

And all the dreams we ever dreamt
are dangling in night’s air.
But on the morn we’ll wake to find
our lives too clean and bare.

A tribute to e.e. cummings...   Cheese upon eating it,(taste  still delectable in my mouth) some more promptly ate I. and went on in fashion this until the block was gone. the craved it all the  more, more, more though (oh so quickly) finished was it.  

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Okay, so big chapter! :-)

Nine pages on word, which seems like quite an accomplishment. Seeing as I wrote it about two weeks ago, though....eh.

Thanks to everyone who's reading this story! Comments are more than welcome, of any kind.

Fifteen minutes later, we were on our way downstairs to the kitchens, guided by a servant girl who knew the way.

Gern wore a brown and green suit that made him appear to have stepped right out of the palace stables. The effect was not helped in any way by the outlandish yellow and orange cape-like robe that he wore over it. The outfit was then topped off by a pair of gaudy purple slippers.

      On the table a candle was set, flickering and dancing. The flame gave forth enough light to see the faces around the table. I sat next to a man who was young and had appearance like myself, Will, by name. Across from him was another man, John, who was tall, bearded, with merry eyes. He held his hand to his forehead with his elbow resting on the table. And directly in front of me was a man with scarlet hair, Martin. His lips were pinched in frustration, as he leant back in his chair with his cloak tightly wrapped about him. Such was Martin’s disposition.      

sometimes i just like to look out the window

watch the cars sliding up and down 

muddy streets

lift my face up to the sun and see

the wind tug the branches across the 

tired window

look to the corner and watch the

mother and daughter tumble onto

brown grass

watch the flag drift and flutter as 

it tries to escape its ties and fly

with the wind

sometimes i just like to look out the window

and wonder where everyone is going and

when they will go home