Lots of Updates!

Tonight I’ll be seeing an author read a bit of his book. I’ve never been to one of these events before so I’m pretty excited. I’ll try to blog about it when I get home tonight but it really depends on how I’m feeling when I get home. I’ve been running around all day so I might just want to go to bed. Actually I currently want to go to bed, but because I need go out for the…what third time today? I guess I should just chill.

In other news, my classes have been excellent so far. Although I’ve only had about one of each class. It’s still been a lot of fun. I’m meeting new people, seeing familiar faces here and there. I’m going to make good memories this year. That’s my goal.

Writing wise I have a lot to do for school. I’m in a creative writing course so I’ll probably share some of the things I’ve written on here (once they’ve been marked and everything…since I use a pen name online). I realized when I moved into my apartment that I had left a chuck of my writing material at home and had only remembered to bring the two binders I had…. which kind of sucks but I’ll get them next time I’m home…or just scan them onto my computer somehow. Oh wait…I took the scanner. I can’t scan them. Well then…this will take some serious planning.

Overall my first week and a bit back at school has been excellent and I’m working to get out there and make memories. Also my apartment is really nice. I realized I’ve been here for almost three weeks…but it only feels like I’ve been here a week. I thought today was the 13th of September, but it turns out that it’s actually the 15th…according to my phone and laptop. This is why I need to put up my calendar. So I can keep track of things. At least I know what day of the week it is.

Hope everyone else is enjoy summers (probably short) comeback. I sure arm. The sun is nice. The sun is out friend. Don’t complain about the nice weather. Thank God it’s not snowing yet and when it snows, don’t complain because at least it’s not over 60 something degree’s (that’s 140 in farenheit…I Googled that for my American followers. I got you. 😛 ). Just embrace the weather…because whether or not you like it (haha see what I did there?), the weather is going to do what it wants. The weather is its own master. Unless you know…this is Sims and you used your Lifetime rewards to buy the weather changing machine.

Okay I’m going to stop talking now and eat cookies…and possibly spoil my dinner.

Enjoy your week!

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Goodbyes: The End of Both Writer’s Club, and High School

Over the last year, I have grown a lot as a writer. I’ve broken out of my shell and joined groups where I can spend time with other writers, doing exercises, editing, and learning about new competitions. The experience has be great, and it has helped me meet so many extraordinary people. It even helped me build a strong relationship with some of my teachers, whom of which now I trust quite a lot, and will greatly miss when I leave this small school of mine.

This week, we heard that the club would be dwindling down, as the year is coming to an end. Exams are, unfortunately much closer than we want to believe.

It’s still hard to believe that four years of my life have just zipped by. It’s as if I’d been sitting on a train in the subway waiting for my next stop. I knew it was coming, however it happened all so suddenly. Thankfully, unlike a subway train, the memories I made are not a blurred image in a window. These memories are so clear, it is as if they happened yesterday.

If only there were some way to say, “Goodbye,” without it meaning farewell.

Though I am ready to begin the next chapter in my life, saying goodbye will still feel odd. It’s as if somewhere inside of me, I think that after I walk out those doors and get on the bus for the final time, that I’ll be back again the next day….I loved my time as this little school. I have no regrets. I wouldn’t do a thing different. High school was absolutely perfect, and the memories I made during these last four years, will always be remembered in my heart as something worth cherishing.Image

I do hope that in university there will be some sort of group for writers, where I can go and meet those who have similar interests as me. I hope that I made an excellent, strong group of friends like the ones I will be finishing with. I will do my best not to crawl back into my shell, and let my presence be known. In order for these wishes of mine to become a reality, I must take small baby steps and make the first move.

While I am away, I will try and start up a list of advice to give to my younger sister, as she will need it quite soon after. It will be strange not having her storm around the house while getting ready in the morning (she isn’t a morning person). Well, I’m sure that I will get used to the changes eventually.

Till next time,

 

Orion.

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Christmas Memories: The Balloon.

balloon

Today I thought that I would tell,

Memories of Christmas past.

Sit back and get cozy,

With your nose and cheeks rosy,

And listen to this tale.

— Orion.

 

T’was the week of Christmas and all through the house

There was laughter, excitement and a large cookie eating mouse.

My younger sister, at the time of the age of five,

Had a bright blue balloon that hit the ceiling while it flied.

I watched her run around the room.

She dashed by. Zip, zip, zip.

She raced around. Zoom, zoom, Zoom.

As she passed the tree there arose such a clatter.

She cried out and I asked her, “What is the matter?”

“My balloon,” she said with tears in her eyes,

“It’s stuck in the tree. The tree is taller than I.”

I puffed up my cheeks. Oh what should I do?

Call our mother for help,

Or do what we older siblings must do.

So I took the string and I tugged it a little.

The balloon was stuck in this tree so brittle.

I turned to my sister and said, “I didn’t have luck.”

She started to fuss and the balloon she tried to pluck.

She pulled harder and harder on that blue ribbon.

I said, “Let’s just go ask Mom. She’ll get be sure to get ‘em.”

But my sister wouldn’t stop,

Her balloon was up top.

So she jumped up and pulled as she headed for the ground.

My eyes grew wide at a startling sound.

Down went the tree.

Down the balloon.

Towards my young sister,

Who did not see the danger.

My heart raced and away I went,

I pulled back my sister as the tree bent.

Pop went the balloon.

Crash went the tree.

Mom ran in and looked from my sister to me.

“What on earth happened?” she asked worriedly.

My sister hugged me and smiled,

“My balloon was stuck,

I tried to get it down.

Then the tree started falling.

Good thing Eden was around.”

Mom started at me and said with a twinkle in her eye.

“Thank God for you little child of mine.

You saved your sister just in time.

Come let’s all get away from this tree.

Into the kitchen you’ll have milk and cookies.”

My sister looked sadly at her balloon.

“Cookies make your tummy happy,” I said,

“You’ll get another one soon.”

With a nod of her head she followed behind.

She took her hand and placed it in mine.

 

 

Orion Ryder. December 24, 2013.

For my little sister.

 

 

Learning to Read

Learning to Read

One of my biggest accomplishments as a four year old was learning to read all on my own. I spent every summer going to the library with my parents, selecting books and taking them home to read.
We would sit in the yard together on a large blanket under the sun and I would read until lunch was ready.
Doing this not only made me a stronger reader, but it helped me grow to love and appreciate every story I read.
I even started to create my own stories out of images I drew and simple sentences.
Even now that I am older I enjoy reading, and writing. I also draw many of my own illustrations for my children’s books.
Thanks Mom and Dad for taking the time out of your day to drive me to the book store every other week… you guys are the best.

When we knew ea…

When we knew each other, I thought you were perfect just as you were. With every single flaw that made you human. Now that you’ve been changed by someone else, I’m afraid that you’ve turned into something horrid: a person that I can only hope, you will break away from.
I miss you. I don’t want to leave things like this.

Your old and true friend,

O. Ryder

This is something I wish I could say to a buddy of mine. I miss them and I hope that we don’t go off from high school never speaking a word to one another.