A response to art

La belle ferronnière

What am I looking at?

A girl in a fancy red dress and a necklace. She is also wearing some jewelry on her head. Her hair is tightly pulled back and she is in a dark room.

How was it made?

It is an oil painting.

When was it made, and what was happening in the world at that time?

It was made in 1490-1496. During that time, Columbus discovered America.

What is it saying? What is its meaning to the artist, and to us now?

People have been  trying to figure out the ‘who’ and ‘why’ of this painting for a very long time. It was made by Leonardo da Vinci or one of his friends. The subject was a well to do Spanish girl, but besides that, nothing more is known.

Why did I choose this painting?

In one of my forgery books, I stumbled across this painting. I was intrigued by it because it was one of the lesser know Da Vinci paintings. The painting is very mysterious, so that is why the forgers chose it to copy because not much is known about it.



The Smuggler: Prologue

So I decided to roll a Smuggler because well, they are pretty awesome and it’s a novelty because most games (Star Wars) you are a Jedi or in some cases, a Sith. On to the character creation screen!

I created a brown haired, brown eyed, sassy girl smuggler named Adhara Kyleth. So far so good!

Adhara first started out on a planet that is being taken over by the Empire. It is called Ord Mantell, and  meet two other smugglers named Skavak and Corso. She fights some Imperial soldiers, destroys a base, and returns to her ship to find it’s been taken by Skavak. So, now to find a way off this war torn planet that doesn’t involve her starship. Adhara does several other missions for the republic, and then start working on how to get her ship back.  Adhara’s coworker is named Syreena and she’s been pretty nice and her boss is named Viidu. Corso also works for him, and they team up to break into the Imperial’s base to find Skavak (where, hopefully, her ship will also be) to find out that he left with Syreena’s help. Adhara confronts her and she learns that Skavak left for Corusant, (which you may of heard before) and so that’s our next place on the map.

She smuggles aboard a fleet transport with her new companion Corso and hopes for the best on Corusant!

So, she arrives on Corusant…breaks into a few bases, defeats some bounty hunters (because bounty hunters are the sworn enemies of smugglers) and grabs some codes. Honestly, there wasn’t much to this planet. And then she find Skavak working for the imperials. He runs away, at least leaving his ship, and Adhara finds a girl on her ship called Risha who stowed away on her ship. She promises to make Adhara super rich, and she takes the offer, well, because that’s what smugglers do.

See you next time, when I complete Chapter 1!

The Golden Watch: Part 2

So, If you are intrested, I am writing more about the adventures of Violet.

Chapter 2: Several Introductions

I headed downstairs, wondering about that strange file. What was going on? I went outside to think. Then, the neighbor girl came outside, the same girl I had seen looking out of the window this morning. “Uggg…” I moaned. I had half a mind to dart inside, but she might go away after she found out what a unintresting person I was. I have never been what you might call a people person. My mother had always used to say that I should be more outgoing, less cold and indifferent. But after the accident, I just didn’t feel like it. I didn’t have time for silly girls who did their nails and wore makeup and all that stuff, and she sure seemed like one of those girls.

“Hello.” Said the neighbor girl with a condescending air.

“Hello yourself.” I grumbled, immediatly disliking her tone. “I’m Vanessa Jane White.” She said, like she was the Queen of England or something. “I’m Violet.” I said.

She looked at me quizically, and said, “What book is that?”

“Around the world in 80 days. By Jules Verne. A classic.”

” So what do you do beside reading?” Vanessa asked, in a voice that meant ‘I-bet-you-do-nothing-else’. “Nothing much.” I mumbled.

She was about to leave when she spotted my watch. Her eyes lit up, and she said, “May I see that?” I tried to hide it, but her hand was already reaching out. I was getting really bad vibes from her. She wasn’t just a selfish girl, she seemed a little creepy too. “I’ll trade you for it.” That was it. I headed for the door, but the watch was already in Vannesa’s hands. I lunged for it, but she cheerily handed it back with a smile, “Ok, you can have your precious watch back.” She walked away primly to the door.

Had I been overeacting? I asked myself. She was probaly a nice girl, and I just freaked out for no reason, I told myself glumly. But then I took out my watch, and realized that, no, I had not been overreacting.

The watch was glowing an unearthly green color. I looked for a way to shut it off, but then it just darkened and the second hand kept going around and round, faster and faster. Then I noticed a tap on my shoulder. I nearly jumped out of my skin! “Who are you?” I asked loudly. This was Vannesa’s friend. Her hair was a light yellow that was almost white, her face was pale, and her eyes seemed worried. “What’s wrong?” I asked the girl. She shifted from one foot to the other. “Ummm…something’s very wrong.” “What is?” “Can you fix it?” she asked. She pointed to the watch. “I’ll try.” I said. “What’s your name?” “Pearl….” she whispered. When I turned around, she was gone.

I stayed up practically all night worrying. My watch didn’t seem fixable. Sometimes it would stop glowing for a second, then it would start ticking a lot faster than it was supposed to. I examined the back. It said, “Made in Jabra Gracter. “What even is that?” I said to myself, quietly. I searched it up on the Internet. Not surprisingly, there was no results. There had been so many strange things going on today. They were all connected to this watch. Was it dangerous? I stared at it. Yes. Very. “Ahhh!” I screamed. “You can talk!?” Obviously. Even a time primitive such as yourself should have been able to figure that out. After that the room seemed to spin and before I knew it, I was out.

I woke up the next morning with a bad headache. An idea came to mind. I took out my notepad and started to write. “Hmmm….”

Events leading up to now:

  1. Vanessa laughing at me, and her friend Pearl looking nervous.
  2. I brought box upstairs
  3. Watch discovered. In running order.
  4. Note from Mom.
  5. Case file about a boy named Kazak Ultimal
  6. Vanessa harms my watch.
  7. Pearl warns me about something…
  8. And, lastly, watch talks.


Your notes are good, even if you don’t have all the information. Maybe you are less of a novice… The watch turned off suddenly. I was aware of a sharp blast of wind. I jumped back, and a boy that looked about my age staggered in.

“Help…sorry for disabling your device…everything is messed up…” he whispered weakly. He fell onto the carpet. I gasped. “One more thing, before I pass out. My name is Kazak…” and then he fainted. I knew who he was.  Kazak Ultimal. Was he my enemy or my friend? Only time would tell.

The Diary of Anne Frank

The book starts with 13 year old Anne getting a diary for her birthday. She is a fairly normal girl, who reads a lot, has lots of friends, and goes to school. Then, her sister Margot was called up to work by the Nazi’s, and Anne and her family have to go into hiding. They move into a building which Anne calls ‘The Secret Annex.’ Anne continues writing during this time, when a new family moves in with them. Relations are strained as they live in the small house, where Anne finds it hard to keep her temper. She sometimes complains of the cramped quarters and the stress and fear which they all live through. There are several false alarms. Anne general keeps her sense of humor, reporting on amusing happenings and also, her serious thoughts and worries. She eventually falls in love with a boy named Peter who lives in the attic of the Annex. Even in the worst of times, Anne still holds on to her faith. As the war closes, everyone is excited and nervous, but at the near end, someone rats them out and the Nazis break in at the time that they least expect it.

The book was really sad, and I liked it. The key thing to remember when reading this book is that the Nazis portrayed Jewish people as being evil horrendous monsters. But Anne is just a normal girl. She is no worse, or no better than a average person.

I also saw a play on the subject, and it was very good. It really brought it to life, and I enjoyed it.

I went to the Anne Frank Museum, and it was really interesting and informative. We first toured the workplace part of it, learning about the people who assisted Anne Frank and her family and friends. Then, we went behind the bookcase to look at the Annex itself. There was a kitchen/dining room area, the parent’s bedroom and Margot’s. Anne’s tiny room that had pictures of movie stars, and Mrs. and Mr. van Daan’s room. Lastly, there was Peter room and the attic.

I would defiantly recommend this book.

The Golden Watch: Part I

I just thought I would like to share the first part of my story with everyone. Enjoy!

If you have any tips or suggestions, they would be very, very, very helpful.

Chapter I: The Watch

My name is Violet

“Hmmm…” I mumbled as I finished the Secret Garden. I reached over to take another book from the stack beside my bed. Suddenly, I heard something. I looked out my window. But it was nothing really. Just the neighbor girl talking with her friend. I disliked her the moment I first saw her. She was tall and thin, with long blond hair and flashing green eyes. She had a way of looking down on people that made me most dislike her. I watched her friend. She seemed nervous. I wondered why. Then the neighbor girl pointed at me and giggled. I frowned and pulled down my blinds. I had some studying to do. I grabbed a book from the stack and started reading.

Three and a half hours later, I stumbled downstairs for dinner. The house echoed with my footsteps. I looked around and saw Dad unpacking. There was row and rows of boxes on the floor. “Did the moving truck come?” “Yeah, it came a few minutes ago.” Said Dad. “What’s for dinner?” I asked. “I ordered a pizza. Here, bring this box up to your room.” It was a plain, brown carboard box. Nothing special, I thought. “What’s in here?” I asked. “Oh, just some of your mother’s things. She was going to give them you when you turned sixteen. But I guess you can have it now.” I headed upstairs to my room, wondering what in the world could it be.

I slit open the box with my pocket knife and coughed from the thick layer of dust. (Most girls don’t carry a pocketknife wherever they go, but again, I’m not like most other girls)

I brushed of the first item. It was a book. Around the world in 80 days. My mom had always loved to read, and Jules Verne was a personal favorite of hers. Next was a bunch of dried flowers, a few odd trinkets, and then I reached for a small black box. It took a while to scrub the dust off. There was a symbol on the cover that I couldn’t understand. It was a clock inside a planet with three rings around it. Underneath it, in very fancy lettering, was the word InterT…. the rest had faded away. I flicked open the velvet box and gasped at the brightness inside. It was an old-fashioned watch, probably sometime you’d see in antique shops.  But the strange thing was, it looked brand new. The gold was still as shiny as the day it was made, the silver parts untarnished, and every little diamond in its place. I put it on, and then a note slipped out.

It said, Violet, never let anyone take this watch from you. Ever. Don’t trust anyone with it. Except, well. I don’t know if he is still alive, but a boy that has red hair and always wears a blue faded shirt with a picture of Nicola Tesla on it. You can always count on him….

Love, Mom.


“Woah, with that note, I guess I’ll put it on right now.” I said, still shocked from the letter, The floorboards creaked. Dad… I thought. But there was no one there. “Weird.” I said to myself. The rest of the box was empty. Or so I thought. I shook it upside-down to see whether there was anything else. A thick piece of cardstock fell to the floor. It was a file with a boy’s picture on the front. The boy on the picture smirked at me. He looked confident. His shirt was a faded blue and had a picture of Nicola Tesla on it.  “This is that boy Mom said I should trust.” I muttered. The top said, WANTED. But the rest was in some strange foreign language I couldn’t quite decipher.

“Hmmm….” I said aloud. I went to Google translator. No such luck, as it didn’t seem to be any known language. I thought for a while, then went through a mental list of all codes and ciphers. Nope. I then opened Word. In about five seconds, I found it. “Yes!” I screamed. “But who in the world uses Wingdings for a language?” I asked. Oh well, here it is:


Subject Name: Kazak Ultimal.

Crime: Disrupting the flow of space and time, also purposely and accidentally changing moments in the past, present, and future.

Status: Missing. Please report to InterTime Corporation if you have any information.

Age: 15 human years

Reward: 10,000 MiliShards

Notes: Cyborg. Has a tendency to ‘flip’ through time. Disabling Gun needed.

My head spun. What in the world did any of this mean? The flow of space and time? He’s a cyborg? I put the file back into the box and tightened the watch on my wrist.