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A Word Game

I have invented a fabulous new word game. Ish. Here are the rules:

Each clue will yield a two-word answer that is seemingly contradictory. The catch? The second word will have a double meaning, thus making the answer possibly true rather than utterly false.

For an example, I will use one of the worse ones:

Her old enemy's insulting barbs were a balm to the wounds of confusion.

Answer: Medicinal poison.

Comment your answers and I will post the answers and your scores soon!

1. The innocuous witnesses provided evidence that brought the criminal to justice.

2. The aficionado had no hints to go on.

3. The tennis players despised each other, which may have distracted them; both of them ended up with a score of 0.

4. She told the hungry man that they couldn't eat the food with cautious tact.

5. The assistant was of no service at all.

Bonus Question:
The protagonist of Gammage Cup was a true witch.

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Hello, Imaginers! No, I'm not dead. Yes, I am aware that since school started my posting has been... erratic.

And now that it's summer, that has continued. But to be fair, I have been traveling, and after that I did have guests.

You miiight notice that this is my hundredth post. (I've said that before, but I didn't realize that the Blogger count included drafts.)

I'm not going to promise to post more regularly, but I have stuff in "real life" and also habits of procrastination to deal with. But I will try.

The problem is, I have absolutely no idea what to post.

So see you later.


What's in a name?

What's in a name? What's in the violent epitaphs of youth, the gentle, complacent gravestones of the old? What's in the frozen title of a now-dead king, the famous pseudonym of a golden pen? Why do we exalt words, just scratches on deadened wood, to the name poetry? What is poetry? Thoughts and dreams and feeble shadows in a hazy night? What are thoughts? Dreams? Shadows? Night? Poetry? Prose? Is it all just gold-flaked dust? But it must be more than that. It must be. Because what else is there? What else distinguishes us from animals, except poems and dreams and the crawling night-fear tingle in your spine? Perhaps it is all just a fanciful dream, and perhaps Earth is a dusty dewdrop on a flower petal in a quiet field in the dim scarlet light of morning. Perhaps every blade of grass carries millions of worlds. Perhaps picking a flower of stepping on solid earth destroys universes. Perhaps we are killers, you and I. Are we? I wouldn't know. I'm just a poet, you kno…

AZ Book Tag//Can You Tell I'm a Potterhead?

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Hello, hello! Today I'm doing the AZ Book Tag, which I stole borrowed politely from Meredith @ On Stories and Words, who also loves the Penderwicks! YAY!



Author You've Read The Most From
Hmm.... L.M. Montgomery, since I've read... I think at least 13 of her books. Or probably Lemony Snicket/Pseudonymous Bosch, because between the two pen names I've read 16.

UPDATE: I realized that I've actually read at least 18 L.M. Montgomerys, so it's her. :)

Best Sequel Ever
Let me think about this. Probably I'd say Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. Oh! Or The Dream Thieves. Or Anne of Avonlea. Or...

Currently Reading
I'm re-reading Pride and Prejudice and I'm reading Heir of Fire by Sarah J. Mass.

Drink of Choice While Reading
I don't usually drink while I read, though sometimes I eat. But hot chocolate is always amazing, so I'll go with that.

E-reader or Physical Book?
I like holding a book in my hands, though I do admire the accessibility and conveni…

"GROW"

"GROW" said she on a midnight bright
When the moon was glowing with a dangerous light
And the seedling shook and stood upright
And opened its leaves to the sky.

"GROW" said she when the world was dying
But no more came though it was trying
And the aging witch was weeping, crying
Tears of glass and stone.

"GROW"
but the old ones did not save them--
"GROW"
but the wildness still prevailed and--
"GROW"
through that whole forsaken land the--
"...grow?"
moonlight seemed so cold.

but now here the sun was rising--
bright and clear and gold and shining--
and the wind in the rushes now was sighing--
and the grow, the grow was done.

"GROW" was called throughout the forest,
"GROW" was cried throughout the land.
Youngest, oldest, richest poorest--
hand in hand in hand in hand--
....

as the flower grew the the sun.

-Ilse the Imaginer 4/23/17

Noses and Other Traits

Hello, Imaginers! I haven't posted much recently and I'm sorry. You know the drill--I was busy and I was just barely traveling for a week.

But! I have a post now to share with you. Enjoy.

I don't smell well. No, that's not a grammatical mistake; it's not that I smell bad, I'm just bad at smelling. I can't really distinguish any scents. Except maybe a little bit lemon? And really bad smells. But mostly, I am not the world's best sniffer. At all. A toddler of the age of two years can probably smell better than I can.

So why am I telling you this? It's just one of those things that doesn't come up often in real life but would come up if you were a book character. These little traits make characters so much more real. It's like if a character is allergic to wheat, or if they're always hungry, or if they have really dry hands. (By the way, SHOUTOUT TO MAGGIE STIEFVATER for being the one to finally write a character who had dry hands. Thank yo…

Spring

Hey guys! *waves*

Did you notice my NEW DESIGN?!! I'm kinda in love with it. I mean, I might not keep it, because it's fancy and scary and also no headers. But still. <3

I'm sorry. I have been inexcusably absent. However, I was busy; I had 2 weeks worth of visitors and Gilmore Girls and a birthday. (mine! :))

So I've not posted for a while and I'm sorry.

I just want to talk about Spring now. I think it deserves capitalization. I've been outside for, oh, two hours now? Just reading and doing homework and reading blog posts. It's so nice out here. Well, it was until the sun stopped shining.

This weather makes me want to bike up to the little park/mallish area near my house and get gelato. It makes me want to lie in the sun and breathe deeply. It makes me want to run around in the woods playing Capture the Flag.

It makes me want to grow a flower. It makes me want to grow a dream. It makes me want to write, but also to read, but also to do nothing at all.

It…