Dreamer Diaries

Hey Dreamers! Today I’m going to start a new series on my blog called Dreamer Diaries where I tell you anything and everything about my life. And I made up this series just in case somedays I don’t have time to write a quality post. So I’ll just write one of these!

Okay let’s begin. I have a few questions for you:

Did you notice the new blog design?

Do you like it?

So, I sat down to write a post and then I decided: “You know, it’s time to change my blog design. Then I got out my sketchbook and drew a bunch of headers I could use. I tested out multiple themes. I finally chose one and tried my favorite on it. It didn’t work. So I went through many others until I found this one. By the way, this theme is called Penscratch 2. And then I thought the header looked to plain. So, I went to picmonkey and edited the photo/drawing and put a quote on it to fit my blog. And here it is. I really hope you like it. I love it. The theme is really customizable you can do anything with it.

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On to other things. This year I had to move schools because they built a new school and I have to go to the new school. So in the last 3 years, I have switched school 3 times! Isn’t that crazy?!

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My dad’s birthday is coming up soon. Me and my mom have picked out a gift for him. And I’m going to make something that I will reveal after his birthday. Just in case he decides to read this blog.

Any of you celebrating a birthday this month?

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Do you ever have the feeling that you’re forgetting something when you’re actually not? And then your day becomes even worse because you actually DID forget something very important.

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Right now I’m reading a book called Counting by 7s by Holly Goldberg Sloan. A few days ago I finished a really good book. It’s called A Mango~Shaped Space by Wendy Mass. It’s an amazing book. I recommend it to everyone.

Have you read any of the books I mentioned above?

What book are you currently reading?

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And with that I conclude this post. I hope you guys like these kinds of posts. New sign-offs and dividers coming soon!

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Darling Daisy

Hey Dreamers! Today I want to introduce you to a new friend I found today. Meet  .  .  .  .

Daisy!

So Daisy is  .  .  .

Let me speak now Arunima!

Okay fine!

Hi! I’m Daisy as you already know. Arunima got me from a vintage shop. I had been sitting in a box with the other dolls for days! It was getting stuffy in there. I was so happy when she picked me out of the box and smiled at me. But then when her dad was paying up the nice lady at the shop put me in the paper bag. I couldn’t wait to get out of there. It was super-bumpy in the car. After what felt like ages we reached home and I was FREEEEEEEEEEEEE! 

Now that I’ve told you my journey let’s sit down and chat! I’ll telly you guys about myself.

My birthday is on November 14th. I’m going to throw a huge party and you guys have to come! My favorite color is blue if you can’t already tell. I love talking and making friends.I don’t like being quiet and reading or whatever quiet people do. It’s so boring. I know Arunima loves being quiet and reading so I’m guessing you guys like being quiet and reading too so no offense. But I think reading and being quiet is boring. I also love being outside and I especially love picnics. I mean who doesn’t? 

I absolutely love love love candy! And dancing!And talking! Oh, did I say that already? I also like watching Disney Movies! My favorite movie is Alice in Wonderland. I want to go to Wonderland and meet the Cheshire Cat! I’m so excited to be blogging now it’s fun. But I have to go now I’ll see ya soon! 

~Daisy

P.S I’ve been wanting to ask, do you think I should create a separate blog for all my dolls or do you like it when I post them on here? Please tell me in the comments below. I’ve been thinking about it for a while.

 

CWWC #7~ Just a Dream

Hey Dreamers! I’m sorry I didn’t post #6, but I had school. I didn’t want to miss another one, so here I am. I used all three prompts.

 

Closed my eyes and

walked through the gate

Entered a dream

and saw a land,

Where the city kids had hair

every shade of the rainbow

And their eyes sparkled

every minute of the hour

  

There were rides,

there were slides,

there was fun

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I felt a feeling

I hadn’t felt

in a long time

It was “Joy”

I was happy

I was

having fun

It was paradise

 

 

But then

there flashed 

a sign

“Leave Immediately”

it said

 

I closed my eyes

in despair

And when 

I opened them

I was 

in my

bedroom

 

 

As I sat

on my bed

I realized

It was a dream

 

As upset

as I was

I knew 

that dreams

had to end

sometime

 

They were nice

and they made

you feel like

your life wasn’t 

a mess

 

But they were dreams,

They weren’t real

And as fun as dreams were,

I knew 

that

I’d

have to

wake up

and

face 

reality

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I hope you liked it. Constructive criticism? Tell me in the comments. Have a nice day.

50 Followers!!!!!!

Guess What?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?! The Dreamers Dreams family has reached 50 members. I’m so happy!!!!! This is like a dream come true. Thank you to all of my followers and commenters. You guys make me smile everyday. You give me that small feeling of happiness where your heart starts beating faster because you’re so excited. Every like, comment and follower means so much to me. You guys are always so sweet and I hope you know how much appreciate you.

I’d like to thank:

Clara:

for being one of my first followers

Emily:

for being a loyal follower and commenter

Mirra:

for my first collaboration/ interview swap

Mukta:

for being so sweet in her comments

Saanika:

for being a great friend and supporting me

Saanvi:

for leaving kind comments and constructive criticism

I love the fact that you take the time to read my posts and comment on them. You all are amazing bloggers. Never forget that. You guys inspire me every single day. I hope all of you will be successful in the future.

Lastly I want to thank the bloggers that I look up to:

Loren

Allison

Megan

Aqsa

Charis

Ilsa

May

Rutvi

And so many more. This is so exciting. Thank you so much again for 50 followers. I appreciate you all so much. I hope you have a great day.

What should I do to celebrate 50 followers?

Tell me in the comments.

 

 

 

 

 

CWWC #5 ~ Superhero

Hey Dreamers! You guessed it! Another CWWC post.  I might not be posting as much for a few weeks.  Since school is starting, I don’t want to have to worry about blogging the first few weeks of school. I’ll post whenever I can. Anyways, here’s my story. I used all three prompts.

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“There’s Superman, there’s Batman, there’s Spiderman and then there’s you“, my friend Sam said as we stood on the edge of a cliff . “What about me?” I asked him.

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“It’s just you Zack! You know, ever since I met you in kindergarten, you’ve been trying to be some kind of hero. You always wore this cape around your neck. You were always a superhero for halloween. Everyday at recess you wanted to pretend to be a superhero. I supported you every single day. I can’t play along anymore. We always did what you wanted. You never asked what I wanted to do. When I said I wanted to read in the library, you wouldn’t listen. When I said I wanted to play tag with the other kids, you wouldn’t listen. Look, I can’t support you on this one. I’m sorry.”

“It’s just a small favor.”

“You’re asking me to give up my life, just so you can be a superhero. Do I have to give up my dream so you can fulfill yours? If so, I’m not ready to do it.”

“What is your dream?”

“I want to be a writer. Live in the city, have fun, find people who share my passion. I can’t do that if I go with you.”

“What kind of friend are you? I would do anything for you.”

“Would you? You wouldn’t come to the library with me. You wouldn’t play tag with the other kids. You wouldn’t come to my 16th birthday because you were upset that got torn. I told you it was okay. But it wasn’t. It wasn’t okay. I was alone at my own birthday. I always went to your birthday. I missed a chance to meet my favorite author, so I could be at your birthday. You know what, you’re not a hero. Wearing a cape does not make you a hero Zack. You’ve been so stuck on being a hero, you didn’t stop to think about anyone else. You didn’t realize that if you did stop to think, you could have been a real hero. I’m sorry. I can’t help you.”

He started walking away.

“Wait!Sam!”

He turned around.

“I’m sorry. But I need to explain why I called you to this cliff. You probably don’t remember…”

“I remember.”

“We both came here one day when we ran away from the class field trip. We decided that one day when we grow up. We’ll jump off this cliff together. Like superheroes. And we’d survive. You see the mountains over there, above the waterfall. I want to move there. You don’t want to, I know, you just told me. But that is the place where I can be a superhero…”

“That’s what I’m trying to tell you Zack. Tell me one time that you’ve helped someone. One time you would consider as your ‘superhero moment’.”

I thought but I couldn’t think of one. I stayed silent.

“That’s what I thought. Why are you so stuck on being a hero?”

“I never told you. But, when I was young, before I met you. I used to have this dream every night. I’d walk into a room. I was all grown up, in a suit and tie. There was a man, there was a blindfold on his eyes. His hands were tied. And behind him were these branches and they were shaped like wings.

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He’d look up at me and shout. “This is all your fault! You think you’re a hero. But you are not, never were and never will be a hero.” And I’d wake up panicking.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t know.”

“It’s ok. I’m sorry too.”

” I forgive you.”

” So you’re coming with me?”

“No. You’re in this on your own.”

And then he went away. Forever.

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Hope you liked it! This is my first time writing in a male point of view. Give me some constructive criticism in the comments. Bye

CWWC #4 ~ Sunbeam

Hey Dreamers! Today I will be posting another CWWC challenge. I know I’ve been posting CWWC in a row. But most of my free time goes into my CWWC story. When I do have extra free time. I try to post on one of the group blogs. Anyways, I used all three prompts.

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She was the artist

and the art

You had to understand the artist

to understand the art.

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She was like a camera

Everyone smiled

when they looked at her

 

She moved in next door

And from the moment

I saw her

I knew I wanted

to be her friend

 

 

One day on my front porch

there was a white box

When I opened the box

I saw a pale pink cake

with the words

“You’re so pretty”

written in

buttercream frosting

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It made me smile

Something made me

happy

for the first time

in months

I hadn’t

felt happy

in so long

I had almost

forgotten

what it

felt like

 

I ran over

to her house,

and when she

opened the door,

I hugged her

 

We became

best friends

Not a day

went by,

when I didn’t

see her

She saw

me for

who I was

She

brought me

out of

my shell

 

One day,

it felt

like

the

worst day

of my

life

Somebody

had spread

a horrible

rumor

&

there was

no one

to

help me

 

When I

told her

She told

me to

meet her

at her house

When I

reached

her house,

she was

in the

kitchen

with a bowl of

pink

buttercream

frosting

&

a spatula

 

She didn’t speak

She didn’t make a sound

But the look in her eyes

told me exactly

what was

going to happen

She lunged

at me

and threw

the frosting

on my face

“Feeling better?”

She asked

with a smile

 

I smiled back

and threw

some frosting

back at her

Soon the kitchen

was a mess

But we

were laughing

and that was

all that mattered

 

That’s the kind

of person

she was

She was

a

sunbeam

that made

everyone smile

even in

their darkest

times

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Hope you liked it! Tell me if you have any constructive criticism in the comments. Bye!

 

 

CWWC #3~ Book of Lies

Hey Dreamers! For today I am doing the third challenge of CWWC. These are the prompts I used:

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Here’s my story:

Pages burning

within the flame,

The book of lies

is all to blame.

It was a journal, filled with lies. Lies I told everyone else. Lies I told myself. I had been a liar my whole life.

Ever since I was young, I’ve wanted a perfect life. I always believed that you have to be popular to be happy.  I worked so hard, trying to be in the “popular” group, trying to fit in. I was happy. Or I thought I was.

On my thirteenth birthday, my younger sister Bella (9 years old). She gifted me a journal. She had personalized the cover herself. It was a pale pink and in beautiful calligraphy, my name was written in gold paint. Underneath the paint was a small golden heart. It was handmade. My friends and I didn’t like hand-crafted things. My friends were all rich and they believed that you can never have anything that’s not store-bought. My sister was gazing up at me hopefully, waiting for a response. I just stiffly said “Thank you.” My sister should know better than to give me something she made herself. She looked disappointed. Riley, my best friend noticed this. And with a snarky smile she said, “If you want your sister to appreciate your gift, next time put in some more effort and buy something. Anything is better than something made by a 9year old.” Bella sadly walked away with angry tears in her eyes.

The next day, Bella came into my roman threw a store-bought notebook on my bed. “To make up for yesterday. I’m sorry me gift wasn’t good enough. I hope you’re happy Sophie”, and she stomped out. That’s the day I started writing in my journal. I felt like doing something. So, zI just sat on my bed and wrote. I used the store bought notebook, because I knew it would ruin my reputation if I used the one Bella made.

I started writing in my journal everyday. I told Riley about it, but she just laughed and said, “You’re kidding. Right? Journaling is for dorks. If you really are journaling, then it could ruin your reputation. We have to focus on our studies and sports. That’s why you didn’t make the volleyball team. You were to busy writing in that journal, You need to stop writing in that journal.”

I felt ashamed of myself. But something inside me made me want to keep writing. This time I did’t tell anyone. I kept it a secret.

A few days later, it was one of my friend’s birthday. It was a sleepover party. Riley had come over, so we could carpool together. While we were doing our makeup, Bella barged in. She always interrupted a good time. “Sophie, I need to talk to you”, she said nervously.

“Sophie does not have time to spend with a silly third grader”‘ Riley retorted.

“I didn’t ask you, Riley.”

“Don’t talk to me that way. I’m your sister’s best friend.”

“And I’m your best friend’s sister. I just want a few minutes withe Sophie.”

I was exasperated. “Okay. Five minutes only. Begin.”

” We need to talk privately.”

I sighed and told Riley ” I’ll be right back.”

We went in Bella’s room.

“Sit”, she said.

“I can’t sit. I need to pack my clothes for the sleepover party.”

“You’re not going to the party.”

“What!?”

“Mom and dad said so.”

“What about Riley?”

“Mom will drop her off to the party.”

“What the heck? When did you plan this.”

” Yesterday. At the family meeting. I told mom and dad that I needed to have a talk with you. And they agreed.”

“You had a family meeting without me?”

“I asked you. You said you had better things to do. Maybe if you had come, you could have gone to that sleepover”

“What do you want?”

“To ask you some questions.”

” Go ahead.”

“What’s your greatest fear?”

“What kind of a question is that?”

“Just answer me.”

“Not being popular.”

“No.”

“What?”

“You’re lying.”

“Why would I lie about what I’m afraid of?”

“Let’s try something else. What’s your favorite hobby?”

“Doing things with my friends.”

“Also a lie.”

“How do you know I’m lying?”

“Because you always do. Why do you hate me?”

This took me aback, but I stiffly answered.

“Because you’re weird and annoying.”

With tears in her eyes she shouted:

” Stop lying to me.”

“Ask no questions, get no lies.”

“I read your journal.”

“You did what?”

“Why do you care. Nothing in your journal is true, you’re lying to yourself. You can’t admit how you really feel. You’re not writing down your true feelings. You’re living a lie. Your journal makes it look like you have a perfect life. You are it seem like everything is fine.”

“Everything is fine.”

“No! It’s not fine. Your journal is a lie. As much as you try to push away reality, it’s still reality. You have to learn that life is not perfect. Nor are you. Popularity doesn’t mean a thing. What’s the point of life if you can’t enjoy it. You’re not happy. I can tell. Are you? Are you happy?”

I stayed silent.

“That’s what I thought. As much as you want to deny it, you don’t like who you pretend to be and you don’t like the fact that you can’t be yourself. How far can you go to be popular? You sacrificed yourself.  You think that nobody will like you for who you are. You’re wrong. You can have so much more if if you could accept who you are and be happy. Please come back. I miss you and I really, really need you. Please.”

Bella was crying by now. I looked at her and wrapped her up in a hug. I didn’t care that my favorite dress was getting ruined by her tears and mine. I didn’t care that if my so-called friends saw me write now, they would tease me. I didn’t care. And just like that, a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulder. I looked at my sister and wiped her tears. “We should burn that book”, I said.

Here we were. In our backyard, ready to burn the book. Our parents had given us permission  to do it as long as we didn’t burn the house down.

“Go ahead”, said Bella.

I nodded and threw my journal in and watched it burn.

“Wait!” Bella shouted as she ran to the porch where we had kept a bucket of water (just in case). She came back with the water and splashed it all over the fire and me.

“What was that for?” I shouted.

She picked up the burnt up journal and said, “Incase you need a reminder.”

Lessons learnt

Book burnt

A

time to

start over.

Hope you liked the story! Have a nice day/night!