Halloween

This Halloween was home to the greatest thing I have ever dressed up as.

That's right, I was shamwow.

You really can't get much better than that, especially when your guy friend dresses up as Vince. :)

The Wild Wind and The Rose

Inside the temple all was bare,
No sign of spirit anywhere
Because the hunter ruled the land.
The wild wind was his chosen band,
It’s roar was music to his ears,
And festive were the frozen years.

Pure ice, the lands in his domain,
For other seasons made no gain
Upon his cold demanding soul.
He vowed no season would unfold
Because the summer was so weak
Against the winter at it’s peak.

Oh, he had heard of other climes
Which were revealed by foreign signs.
He knew such things were based upon
The gods who wove the falsest dawn
To ever grace the earth and sky;
Besides, he knew, spring made you cry.

The hunt alone kept him alive,
And only winter fuelled the drive
To guarantee a hunt’s success.
It was the way he did impress
The citizens of his domain
Whose freedom none would ever regain.

So wrapped in thought, he didn’t hear
The timid knock of one in fear
Who needed shelter for the night.
She dearly wished to end her plight
And share some laughter for awhile-
The girl with April in her smile.

She knocked again. This time he heard.
He grabbed the door without a word,
Prepared to crush the foolish one
Who dared to make his dream undone.
With iron fist, he pulled the door
And halted fast, touched to the core.

She’s beautiful, his thoughts they ran,
A fine companion for a man,
And I am worthier than most.
From hereon in I’ll be her host
That she will come to prize my heart,
And for our future make a start.

The hunter always got his way
But then, to guarantee she’s stay,
He locked her in the dungeon dark.
Some time in there might fan a spark
Of love to light her shining eyes
Without the wherefores and the whys.

By day, he waited patiently,
By night, he dreamed so joyfully
Of her remaining by his side.
But fickle is the rolling tide
And sorrow filled her heart, not love,
Which springs from kindness, not a shove.

She faded with the passing sun,
And swiftly did her essence run
‘Til finally her eyes she closed.
Once she had given up the ghost
The hunter cast her in the snow
And swore to let the old ways grow.

At first, the hunter was content
To realize his dreams were spent,
And he began to hunt anew.
So glad to know the wild wind blew,
He little thought about her style-
The girl with April in her smile.

But as he hunted one fine day
His happieness was torn away.
The wild wind shrieked, the trees they danced,
His heart exulted at the chance
To kill, and kill, and kill once more
Just like the gods he did adore.

But then, as if he struck a wall
Or heard an unfamiliar call,
He stopped. Before him in the snow
There was a single bright red rose.
Unshaken by the wild wind’s roar,
It spoke of spring and so much more.

He knew the girl and rose were one,
The center of a world so young.
The girl with April in her smile
Still had the power to beguile.
Much more than all the gods above
He spirit spoke of hope and love.

The temple is no longer bare,
The hunter’s always going there
To muse, in nonaggressive style,
Upon the sweet enchanting smile,
The girl in whom the smile did glow,
And who became a rose in snow.

I did not write this, it was written for me. But I thought it needed to be shared, and I knew that you would all appreciate it for how beautiful it is.

Dance with the Snow

It's Sunday night, Thanksgiving night actually, and I'm sitting in my Grandma's old, stuffy sitting room. It is full of old photos that are faded and torn around the edges, and dishes-dishes so old, so precious, that we never use them. The fear of breaking them it too great. So they sit safe, but trapped, collecting dust in their prison of the china cabinet.

The sound of my aunt's annoying dogs barking at the door, jumping up at the food and snorting up the crumbs mixes into the conversation that swells around me. From my uncle's low, patronizing voice, to my sister shrill squeal; All are mixed together in many different conversations and arguments. All but mine: I am choosing to ignore them. They always talk about the same things anyways.

Instead, I amuse myself by looking out the window at the fresh snow that is covering the world with a soft, white blanket. The snowflakes are dancing around each other, pirouetting like little icy ballerinas, and when they float into the orange glow of the streetlight, they sparkle. I long to be outside with them. To run and jump and dance alongside them. Really, it's not the snowflakes I long to be with, I really want to be anywhere but here.

My grandmother's voice pulls me out of my daydream "It's ready!". I pull myself out of the stiff chair and follow the herd into the dining room, lured in by the scent of turkey.


All dreams of snowflakes quickly disappear.

Tumblr

So. I have made a decision.
THIS is for writing, from now on out.
And my new TUMBLR is for more real life/random happenings.
Just to keep everything a bit more organized. Check em' both out at:
www.hannadreams.tumblr.com

Dustin Milligan Interview

Have I ever mentioned I've met him? Well he comes to my school every year, and I've seen him high school musical's my high school puts on. He's from my tiny, unknowns, block of ice, northren Canadian town.
He talks about Kristen Stewart, his very own Twilight audition, not returning to 90210 and he puts on a great british accent. Check him out!
Hometown support.

Twilight Saga:New Moon 'Meet Jacob Black'

Half trailer, half preview.
Almost all new footage.
So Pumped.


video credit to twilightsource.com

Ciao, I have returned.

Yes, I have returned from my 5 weeks in Italy.
I tried to write on here while I was across the ocean, but it wouldn't allow me too! It said something like bookmarks were not allowed, and apparantly my blog is a book mark.
Well Italy was AMAZING! You don't even know.
I have matured and changed so much (for the better) this month. It's kind of frightning, but so good.
I did meet a boy, and he stole my heart with a single kiss. Carlo. What an Italian name. Italian boys are as great as all the rumours say. They are so much fun, so funny, such gentleman, ridiculously nice, GORGEOUS, and romantic.
Italy even got my creative juices flowing, so expect some new, and continuations of old stories up soon. I'm pretty busy, having to work to pay for all the travel, and start saving for school, so it might be a while before much gets up. But it is comming.
I hope you have all had an amazing summer so far, I know I have, and I am ready to begin the next chapter of my life.
Ciao!

Fan Trailer

Beautiful, well done fan-made new moon trailer. The start is basicaly the Official one, but keep watching. It morphs, and changes. Well done, tiffanyd66.

Never fear. 'Opening credits is comming tomorrow!'
-Hanna

Intro: Foreshadowing

Author's Note:
So this idea has been brewing in my head for quite a while now. It started with a dream a long time ago and has just continued to build and grow in my head. I am not seeing it as words though, it is most definitely a movie, and in my head I am planning how to make it into a movie. But seeing as that is virtually impossible, I am going to write it out. I didn't want to write a script, so I'm writing a story, with extra bits. For lots of the chapters or scenes, I am going to be putting in stage instructions, shots, music, pictures ect. to help you visualize it the way it is in my head, but still giving room for personal wanderings. I hope you enjoy it. I think it's a pretty cool idea. So here is the very short intro to my movie book. Who knows, maybe one day it'll be a real movie!
Thanks for supporting me. You guys are awesome.
Hanna
PS This one is really, really short. It's the clip that comes on before opening credits

Intro: Foreshadowing.

[Black screen. You can hear rain, a thunderstorm. Suddenly, heavy breathing and the sound of footsteps pounding on pavement and splashing in puddles breaks in. Sudden shot of girl's face. Sudden shot of her feet-running. Smash back.]

I'm running down the dark street. Rainwater is mixing with my tears. My converse hit the puddles, and the water splashes up, soaking my already wet jeans. My hand is clutched around the small, golden heart pendant that hangs around my neck.

[Voice Over: I need to find him: So much depends on it. Everything depends on him.]

night

Have you ever looked out the window on a cloudy night and noticed how beautiful it is? The sky is different shades of dark blue and gray all swirled together, which contrasts amazingly with the orange glow on the pavement from the streetlights. As you can probably tell, I am looking out my window at this very moment.

I recently saw 'Across the Universe' for the first time, and the beginning was by far the best part of the whole movie. I had no idea Jim Sturgesscould sing like this:


Random as ever.
Writing is coming soon. Very soon.

New New New

Forever ago was the last time I posted.
So much has happened- I actually have story ideas in my head! It is really great. It has been so long since I had some inspiration. But, what really sucks, is that now I have inspiration but no time to think of. I have a drama final performance on Friday, so I have rehearsal every day after school this week. I work 4 shifts this week. Final exams start the middle of next week. It is finally spring so there is tons of yard work to do. Did I also mention that I also try to maintain a social life on top of that? You may think it's sad, but most of my social life happens at work. I love it there, I really do. It's so much fun, and the people are so much fun. Boston Pizza for the win! Wow, now I feel like a really lame BP's promoter. Haha.

- I am going to Italy this summer, for 5 weeks, without my parents. Am I pumped? You sure bet I am. I'm going with AFS, an exchange program with kids

from all over the world. I am so excited. I've been doing some research on Italy, and it is breathtakingly beautiful. I mean just look at the these:

-Boston Pizza got a new menu. I don't know if any of you eat there, but it's starting Monday, June 8th. There's some new stuff in there, like a chicken & pepper strombolie (which looks amazing), a couple new salads, a burger, whole wheat pizza crust, lava cake and more. Yum. I am excited. I will have something new to eat at work. I hope I don't get in trouble for saying that...

- This reminded me of my friend. Sam, if you read this, this is for you. I found a video of The Veronicas covering 'Hit Me Baby One More Time' and it made me laugh. Me and Sam always play SingStar, which is basically karaoke, and 'Hit Me Baby One More Time' is our best song, if you can believe me. So this made me think of you honey.

- So where I live, here in Yellowknife, we have two high schools. They have grad on different weekends. This weekend was the Catholic high school's grad. I live down the street from the church where they have their 'Grad Mass', and I was walking home from work yesterday evening in the rain and found a flower on the sidewalk. I am assuming it was from the grads, but that's not the point. I don't know if anyone else ever feels this way, but sometimes I see something and I immediately feel like someone else. Like I'm living a different life. Like I am suddenly in a movie or book. And I love it, so much. The dirt covered flower lying in the puddle on the sidewalk made me think of that.

-I don't know if any of you have ever played in a concert band, it is an amazing experience. Anyways, we play a compilation of songs from 'Pirates of the Caribbean' and there is this one section where all you hear are the basses, suspended symbol, Chinese gong, low brass and bass drum. It is my favorite part of the song, but you actually feel it. It rumbles through your body to your very core. It is one of the craziest, most amazing feelings ever, and I love it. It very rarely happens, so I treasure it when it does. All you hear, feel, see and think is the music. For that split second of time, nothing else exists. It is simply amazing. I hope everyone feels that at least once in their life- you don't need to join a band (although that is the most effective way). Dancing to euro-pop with lights timed to the beat can do the same thing.

-Finally, and most excitingly, there is the very first New Moon teaser out! Yay! Looks pretty cool, what do you think?
THE TWILIGHT SAGA: NEW MOON trailer in HD

Best Parts? Laurent, for sure. He wins the award for this one. That editing sequence with him was cool too. And Kristen was great there too.

Birthday Party? Yeah! Way better effects then Twilight, thankfully.

Edward. Really great. Rob nailed it, in my opinion. And that clip with Kristen on the ground? So perfect. Exactly like the book.

Well, that was quite some random rambling. I hope some of you made it to the end so you could watch that New Moon trailer. Pretty cool stuff. I am so pumped for this movie. ANYWAYS, I should leave it at that, seeing as I have to read 153 pages of 'The Kite Runner' for tomorrow. No sleep tonight!
-Hanna

Pretty Random

-Jess, from the Veronicas

I was damned by the light coming out of her eyes
She spoke with a voice that disrupted the sky
She said "Walk on over here to the bitter shade
I will wrap you in my arms and you'll know you've been saved"
Let me sign, let me sign.

-Let Me Sign, Rob Pattinson


Just so you guys all know, some info/stuff has been put onto my New Moon blog:
2 ET first look videos that came out this week,
And the first official photo of the film, the wolf pack.
So be sure to check it out, and stay tuned :)

http://hannasnewmoon.blogspot.com

-Hanna

Goodbye to You

I am sorry.

But your pain made me realize what was wrong with me.

So, Thank you.

I am changing, I promise you.

I Am Hiding Inside

I am anger,
Building and pushing,
Growing and feeding.
Like the rise of the strings in a symphony,
I build and build,
Growing greater and stronger;
Expanding, exploring.

I am like a pet,
Always begging for food.
A sick pet,
That only feeds on fear, hate and self-inflicted pain.
And you feed me,
Because you have no other choice.

Sometimes I fade into the background,
But I am never really gone.
All it takes is one little thing to go wrong,
And I come back with a vengeance
Rushing out of the darkness,
Faster and stronger every time.
I get harder and harder to push away.
You fight, I resist.

There is no stopping me.
I will continue to grow,
To feed on your frustration, disappointment and
Self hatred.
Every lie you have told,
Every mistake you have ever made, it fuels me.
So I grow, and grow,
Until I explode.

Then you yell,
And throw things,
And get into fights.
You take it out on someone innocent,
You blame them for all that is wrong in your life.

And then it hits you.
Every angry word,
Every broken dish, stabs like a knife,
Cutting all the way through to your soul.
And you fall apart,
You shatter like broken glass.
I flow right out of your system,
Warm and salty down your cheeks.
I evaporate with your tears,
Leaving you alone,
Until something else goes terribly wrong.

Nothing you do can help you escape.
We are intertwined together,
Always forced to be together.
One cannot live without the other.
I will always be there feeding, you will continue breaking.
We are stuck in this sick, never ending game,
Of fear and hate and self inflicted pain.

I am the darkness,
that accompanies a new moon.

I am the burnt out street lights,
leaving no light to guide you home.

I am the faint sound of footsteps,
behind you.

I am the uneasy feeling that you are being followed,
stalked.

I am the footsteps getting louder,
closer.

I am your heartbeat,
picking up speed.

I am your mind racing,
racing in fear.

I am realization,
of what’s going on.

You are being hunted.

I am your feet pounding on the pavement,
as you run for your life.

I am the blood,
pounding in your ears.

I am the adrenaline,
pushing you faster,
but not fast enough…

You are cornered,
trapped with no escape.

I am the glint in the hunter’s eyes,
as he takes a step closer.

I am the goose bumps on your neck,
the shiver up your spine.

I am his hand,
brushing your cheek.

I am your scream,
cutting into the silent night.

I am his hand,
clamping over you mouth.

I am the echo your scream left behind
not nearly loud enough.

I am the courage you find buried deep inside,
as you kick him in the gut.

I am his groan as he falls to the pavement,
giving you hope,
hope of escape.

You are running away,
escaping.

I am the crippling devastation that hits you as he grabs your ankle,
and pulls you down with him.

I am the pavement,
scraping your hands.

I am the glint of something silver and sharp,
in the hunter’s right hand.

I am fear,
clenching your stomach.

I am his insane smile,
that makes your blood run cold.

I am the knife,
driving into your body again…
and again…
and again…

I am pain,
pure and simple.

I am your blood,
pooling all around you.

I am his maniacal laugh,
as he leaves you to bleed.

I am the fuzziness,
that starts to take over.

I am the unavoidable truth,

You are dying.

I am the cold rain that begins to fall,
mixing with your blood,

I am your wishes,
your dreams,
your world,
falling apart.

I am your final breath.

I am the darkness closing in.

I am you eyes fluttering closed,
for the very final time.

Earth to Hanna...

No, I was not kiddnapped by aliens, or locked in the freezer at work.
I know it has been forever since I have been on here, but I've been pretty busy, and unmotivated to really do anything.

But I do have something to tell you all...
Sadly I will not be continuing with Lyla's story, at least not for now. It's just too much baggage for me right now. I do have a couple radom chapters written, but they aren't in order. It's basically just a couple of pages of possible ways/scenarios that she could've ended up in. I may post them, but I might not. It really depends what you guys want.

Now, I'm not really giving up on her forever, just for now. Who knows, maybe one day I'll come back to it, but for now I think I'm going to fall back onto my short stories, and things like that.

Hopefuly I will be back on here soon. I hope you guys are all doing well :)
Hanna