Hollydove's Story Blog

Ever read Greek mythology? Here, I'll write the pronunciation, how I think it is spelled, and how it is really spelled like this: pro-nun-see-ay-shun - pronunciation - pronunciation. dee-uh-ny-ruh - Deanira - Deianira i-ole-ee - Iole - Iole ah-trair-uh - Otrera - Otrera hi-pawl-ih-tuh - Hippolyta - Hippolyta i-oh-lay-us - Iolais - Iolaus hi-paw-nuh-meez - Hipponomes - Hipponomes uh-kill-eez - Achilles - Achilles syr-een - Syrene - Cyrene ah-theh-muss - Athemus - Athemas fricks-us - Frixus - Phrixus hel-uh - Hela - Helle ee-no - Ino - Ino dah-nuh-ee - Danae - Danaë Alright, that's all I can add for now. I'll add a new post continuing this later!

I'm just writing this for no reason... A Story of the Winds By Cate Harrington MANY LONG YEARS AGO, THERE  was a girl named Ela. Ela was orphaned. She was very lonely in the orphanage that she lived in. Her hair was golden-blonde with blue eyes, and she had long scars down her back with small white stubs that she always kept hidden. Her favorite thing to do was to stand on the roof of the orphanage and let the wind guide her body.  Ela was no doubt the most beautiful girl in the orphanage, but the other girls gossiped about her. Sure, they might have prettier dresses and nicer hair, but their insides were ugly. Ela could sense this. She called it her sixth sense .  "Ugh, look at that Ela girl! She's so ugly."  Ela could hear their hushed  supposed to be quiet whispers. I am Elanor. I am beautiful, both inside and out. They look better than me. But they are ugly inside.  "Hello, girls," Ela called out. "Priya. Nitashka."  Priya wa...

THE EVENTS CONTAINED WITHIN THE FOLLOWING POST ARE ALL REALISTIC FICTION AND ARE ONLY BASED OFF OF REAL LIFE. THANK YOU. May 1, 1849 Dear Journal,     We're all set to go on the Oregon Trail, but we ar e very worried. We know that we only came to Independence, Missouri to leave, but David's having second thoughts. But of course he has to go, we don't need to lose a second member of the family. We are all feeling very nervous and scared. Oh well. This is our only hope. We are going to get away from the diseases, such as smallpox, which killed my 3-year-old daughter Pearl. Unfortunately, we are gonna be leavin' behind our friends and family and the resting place of poor Pearl. Ain't it so sad? I feel myself tearing up at this very moment. I am expecting many dangers on our journey. We have heard many tales about snakes and Indians. However, I am very excited to see what it looks like over in Oregon. People say that it looks absolutely gorgeous over there. But ...

Sorry 'bout this - just got one more piece of info. If I really like your story, I'll make it its own post! - HollydoveMeow

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Hey guys! It's Hollydove here. I am the person who runs this blog, after all! Muahahaa!!! So, enough about that. I knew this blog is called a story blog, but really the stories are just amazing news & stuff! So I don't really care what I post here. Stories in the comments are perfectly fine, as long as they have minor blood, violence, language, etc. AND they do not put down ANYONE. Thank you! - Hollydove