Staring At the Sunset

              This is a sketch called Staring At the Sunset. It depicts a young girl gazing at the open water, watching the sun fall.

In the Midst of Destruction

            The following entry is based after the destructive, volcanic eruption in Pompeii. The volcano in the area, Mt. Vesuvius, buried the city in ash. This story is being told by the main character, Candria. 

 

            Boom! The loud explosion came from Mt. Vesuvius. Ash seeps out of the mighty volcano in large, billowing smoke clouds the color of river stones. Lava begins to ooze from the structure, in large amounts and in little time.

            “Candria!” mother hollers. “We have to move, NOW!”

            Father is already outside our villa waiting for us. Quick as lightning, mother and I hurry to him. This is the fastest time it has ever taken me to obey mother's commands. The three of us leave our gorgeous villa full of priceless possessions and memories to be engulfed by the destructive fluid.

            We run as fast as we can. Ash clouds devour the clear, blue sky. My friends, neighbors, and total strangers run for their lives as well. Screams fill my ears. Tears stream down my eyes, sweat drips down my head, and my heart beats in fear and for all of Pompeii. I dare not to look back at what that dreadful lava is doing. I trip over a large rock, landing with a thud. My head turns to the right, moving until my whole body turns. The lava is closer than I assumed. Dwellings that were practically palaces burned and collapsed. The lava looks like blood flowing down the hills. Glorious statues, gardens, and villas are being attacked by lava and fireballs are shooting out of Vesuvius like arrows. Never have I seen Heaven and Hell so close together.

            Mother screams. “Candria! Get up, young lady. We have to leave town this instant.”

            I get up from my position and ran with my parents. It is as hot as a kiln! We run, and run, and run, but the lava will not keep away from us. There is a large building in front of us. A dead end, in the most literal way. Father sobs bitterly and mother falls upon his strong shoulder. We wrap our arms around each other. The lava is charging like us like an army. My skin is cooking. The lava is getting too close and…

                                              Citations    

Fact Monster; http://www.factmonster.com/ce6/sci/A0839633.html (Accessed Mar. 10, 2012)

Eye Witness to History; http://www.eyewitnesstohistory.com/pompeii.htm (Accessed Mar. 10, 2012)

                                                             

Our Contest Winner: Random Thinker 1!!!!

Congradulations, Random Thinker 1. You won Totally My Tales poetry contest. Here is Random Thinker 1's entry. Enjoy everyone. :)

What makes up a home?
H- Happiness. Things don't always have to be perfect. But when your trials are shared with those you love, and you can lean on them, that is called happiness, hope, home.
O- Others. Home is not simply a place where others take care of you. It is where you love others. Obnoxious siblings the most :D
M- Magical. Isn't it a mystery how no family is exactly the same? Each individual member of a family adds to the magically uniqueness that is your home. One might say it's Marvelous.
E- But most importantly it's: energetic, enough, enjoyable, enchanting, has eccentricities, enthralling, engaging, exceptional, encouraging, excellent, enduring.

HOME is not a place but the PEOPLE who make it up. Home is the family who welcomes you and all your eccentricities. Family is the home that loves you with enthusiasm, without exception... they love you with all their hearts and ask for nothing in return. Home is where your heart is.

Contest

Dear Readers,
             The contest is officially over. If you have any sugesstions or opinions for Totally My Tales, you are more than welcome to post. Thank you.

                                                                                                                                                Love,
                                                                                                                                                Kayla

Girl

Giggling 
Irreplaceable
Really beautiful
Loved

A Contest!

Dear Readers,

            

            I have a special announcement to make. Totally My Tales will now hold online contests! The first contest will be about creating a poem (any form) about HOME. Here are the contest’s rules:

1. No vulgarity in your work. There will also be no harassing or offensive comments.
2. Your work has to be original.
3. It is best suggested to proofread your work before it is posted. This is not mandatory though.

Remember to have fun with it! The winner will have their poem publicly posted with their username. The contest will begin March 7, 2012 at 12:00am and end March 16, 2012 at 12:00am. Thank so much for reading Totally My Tales.

                                                                                                                        Love,

                                                                                                                        Kayla  

A Dream For Peace

       My sketch is called A Dream for Peace. It depicts five hands making a peace sign and forming a star shape around the earth. The star shape represent the dream, while the hands represent peace and unity among mankind.

Sketches

Dear Readers,
            Hello, I would like to announce a change on this blog. I will now post some of my own sketches that I made. I learned how to sketch in my Fine Arts class and I would like to show them to a wider audience. Thank you for your support.

                                                                                                                                            Kayla