Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Song writing ^-^

Hallo everyone! I'm back!

 Well, life has been busy! I've been doing a lot of stuff, and I'd tell you about out, but I have a different blog for that. If you'd like to look at it click this link: Lucy_Fu's blog.

 So, I've been very taken with the idea of being able to posses things like fire, or ice, or earth, or lightning, or light, and being able to use them (You know, like in Frozen or Ninjago) and I also love to sing, so I decided to write a song! And here it is:


                  Conquering the Cold     


          The wind blows up a swirling storm,
          People are lost in the dark night.
          It's so cold - too cold.
          The Moon is throwing a silver light.
          The word is gone...

          What happened to the colours?
          The swirling rainbow up high?
          Powers can only take me so far-
          Fire can't always conquer the cold.

          The Hawk battles through the swirling storm,
          Forever calling me.
          And I'll follow him to the end
          Wishing I was free,
          To soar through the sky.

          What happened to the colours?
          The warm red sun?
          The people have frozen hearts-
          Love can't always conquer hate.

          And now the sun is rising up,
          I can finally see.
          I am free!
          Fire can conquer cold...


Okay! There's the song. I'll be posting up a video of me singing it in a while, so that you can here it.  Now, some questions:
  1. What is the song about?
  2. Does it have a good title?
  3. Would you like to have a go singing it?
 If you'd like to sing it, please let me know!  I love to hear how other people sing stuff. If you want to hear me sing it first, then look here: Willow Brook Youtube. Like I said before, I'll be posting it up soonish, so don't panic if it's not on there yet!
 If you think the title could be better, feel free to comment a new one. And it might be the one I use!

 Can't wait to see you all soon!
 WillowUnicorn
 xoxo

Thursday, May 1, 2014

History through Art

Hello my dear Readers!

 I am so, so sorry that I have not been on here for ages! I have been doing other things during my English, such as a project called "Story of My Life." I have to write my whole life with all the events of my life. It's loads of fun, and I am at the year 2010 in the book.
 For History I'm learning through art, so I look at pictures carefully, take notes, and then write an essay, play, or something. I'm doing the 14th-15th century, so for this one I picked out a painting and wrote an essay about it. Here is the picture:

And here's the Essay:

       Essay on a peice of Art from the 14th-15th Century.

    Picture: Madonna and Child
    By: Carlo Crivellie.
     The painting "Madonna and Child" was painted by Carlo Crivellie in 1480. The Materials used for this were Tempera and Gold on Wood. The Painting currently lives in the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
     Half stylized, half realistic, Madonna is sitting her child, Christ, on a little wall. The Artist has painted them very stiffly.  Madonna's fingers are too long, and Christ's feet and hands are way too small. Madonna's mouth appears to be a bit too small.
 It appears that Madonna and Child and traveling. There is a road with people on it, with what seems to be a town on the horizon. The sky is half light and half dark,  suggesting that it is either dawn of dusk. Judging by the trees in the background, they are in a place that doesn't get much rain.
 The Artist has painted Christ holding a Goldfinch; the Goldfinch and the
 Cucumber in the top left hand corner symbolizing Redemption, while the fly and the apples symbolize Sin.
 Mother and Child are both wearing clothes of similar material, which looks rather like heavy cotton. Madonna's clothes are heavily patterned, and her head dress has tassels on it, perhaps to add some weight, thus making sure it won't fly away. Christ however, is clothed in a simple garment, with some rope around his middle to keep it on.
 The Mother and Child have a halo around their heads made from what would appear to be wood, and decorated with jewels and beads. Christ's halo has a  red cross on it, indicating that he was (or is to be) crucified.
 The Artist seems to have the red canvas behind Madonna held up with something that looks similar to shoelaces, or perhaps rope for a tent.
 The Artist has put Christ on a beaded cushion, as if to make him more obvious. There is also a blanket on the wall, on which is Crivellie's signature.


By WillowUnicorn

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Song inspired poem.

Hallo hallo! :)
 So a couple of days ago, I was looking at some stuff on YouTube when I found a Ninjago video tribute,  with this song called 'Not Alone' by Red. By the end of the video I had tears streaming down my face, and I watched it several times over until I got so overwhelmed that I needed to have a look at a different video - which was, funnily enough, One Direction's Live While We're Young, because my friend is a 1D fan girl.
 Here is the link to the 'Not Alone' song and video: http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ndIHrtusG6Y
 Anyway, I looked at some more of the person's Ninjago Videos, and my other favourite one was Breaking the Habit by Linkin Park. So, now completely inspired by these two songs, I've made a poem/song for my own Ninja, Lucy Fu ( usually called Lucy), about how she is left behind by her family, and becomes a 'Lone Wolf', and how she's been left shattered and dispirited. I'm going to make a video for it with the song, and have real-life acting in it.

                Going ahead

         Your head is drooping
          Lost all its proudness
          The groups been torn apart,
          You've been left standing on your own.

          So you watch the group go off
          While you stand on that lonely hill
          Your spirit's broken, left shattered.
          Time to go ahead.

           You don't wanna be picked
           To fight every battle
           But now there's no choice
           You're all alone
           In this big cold world.

           You're just scared and confused
           Wanting a life that will never be
           Left behind in that big dark cave
           Watching the battle be lost.
  
           There's a tear going down your face
           Your old life lies scattered -
           It's burnt, falling apart.
           Time to move on.

           You don't wanna be picked
           To fight every battle
           But now there's no choice
           You're all alone
           In this big cold world
      
           Don't know where it went wrong
           You caught them when they fell,
           Helped them when they cried
           Let them catch their breath.

           Now you've been shunned aside
           No one to catch you if you fall
           No one to hear your echoing call:
           "Someone won't you please save me!"

           You don't wanna be picked
           To fight every battle
           But now there's no choice
           You're all alone
           In this big cold world

           So who will catch you when you fall?
           Who will let you catch your breath?
           Who will hear you when you call:
           "Someone won't you please save me?"





Ta daaa! My song. Please comment letting me know about the lyrics, as I would really like to know what you all think! ^-^

I need to be going - I'm finishing school much later than normal, and I have music theory at 6:00pm -two hours away. >_<

I'll see you all later!
WillowUnicorn( AKA Lucy_Fu)








Sunday, March 23, 2014

Cleopatra - Murder or Suicide? (An essay by me)

Cleopatra- Murder or Suicide?
 Most of us have heard the story of the beautiful Egyptian Pharaoh, Cleopatra, and how she committed Suicide instead of letting Octavian Caesar march her through the streets of Rome in his triumph. The story is so amazing, even Shakespear took the story and wrote it into a play.
 But recently, in 2013, a book was published saying that Cleopatra was not bitten by a snake, but murdered by Octavian, who didn't want her, but her royal treasure. Now, with two different theories on how the Pharaoh died, history has gotten confusing. Which one is more likely to be right?
 Lets have a step back in history.
 Several thousand years ago, Antony and Cleopatra lived in the great city Alexandra. Times were leading into troubled waters. The couple had already lost a few of their battles, and had retreated into the city.
 Antony watched some of his ships go out to battle. As they reached the enemy, each boat saluted each other and joined forces. Antony ran back through the streets, saying that Cleopatra and betrayed him. Cleopatra, in fright, hid in a temple/tomb, and told her guard to tell Antony that she was dead.
 When Antony heard this, he asked his slave Eros to kill him. Eros went to strike, but turned around and stabbed himself instead. Antony marveled at the slaves courage, picked up his sword and stabbed himself.  When Cleopatra heard, she ordered for him to  be taken to her. So, bleeding to death, Antony was given to Cleopatra, where he died in her arms.
 Cleopatra sent Octavian messages over and over, begging for mercy. Octavian, however, ignored them, but let her have some comforts. So, thus taking advantage of that, the Pharaoh gave orders for a deadly snake to be put in a basket of figs. Once they were in her hands, she made the snake bite her on the arm.
 Octavian was told, and he came as fast as he could. But he arrived too late - the great Pharaoh Cleopatra was dead. Now he was deprived of his greatest treasure.

 Now, lets look at the other version.
 A criminal filer, Pat Brown, heard this version, and she doubted it. If a snake was hidden in a basket (and probably a fairly small one too) wouldn't the guards have noticed? And Cleopatra, in theory, should have still been alive when Octavian came.
 So, now suspicious, she went researching, and came up with this theory:
 Antony, with some of his soldiers, looked at Octavian's camp. wheeling his horse around, he made his way to escort Cleopatra and their children from the temple they were in to a hidden harbor. The plan was that when Octavian and Antony's ships were busy, Cleopatra and her fleet could escape up the Nile and down a canal to reach the Red Sea and then continue on to India.
 When he dismounted one of his warriors stabbed him in the side, took the General's sword and covered it in blood, then took it to Octavian to tell him that Antony was dead.
 But Cleopatra had seen what had happened, and had requested that his body be taken into the temple. However, there was nothing she could do, and he died. Antyllus hid somewhere in the temple, fearing for his life.
 Octavian battled to the temple (or at least his army did) and requested to know where the royal treasure was. Both Cleopatra and her Treasurer flatly refused to tell, and both were tortured.
 Antyllus was found and killed.
 Cleopatra was visited by her Treasurer, who, seeing the cut and scarred Pharaoh, gave in and told Octavian where the treasure was.
 Octavian then gave the order for Cleopatra to be strangled.

Now, which one sounds more likely?
 I think there could be truth in both. It wouldn't be surprising for the proud Queen to commit suicide. But if she had a Cobra in the room, it would seem to be obvious to check it over for the big, dirty, snake. Unless the Queen had somewhere to hide it once it had bitten her, or someone had hidden in the room, then stole out with the snake once everyone had left.
 For now, I'm staying half-and-half. The Case still isn't solved.

WillowUnicorn (AKA Lucy_Fu)

Book writing :)

Hello everyone!

 Today there is no poem for you. :( I know - its disappointing. I've sort of lost ideas for poems at the moment. If you have any suggestions, please put them in a comment below this post!
 I have, however, been working on a book idea I've had recently. It's called Team Tech - four kids who get into a lot of adventures because of their amazing machines that Mo (the oldest girl) has made.
 At the moment I've got two books planned: The Mystery of Manchester Manor - and - The Missing Fantasy Machine.
  The first one is a murder mystery - a young girl died in Manchester Manor a very, very long time ago, and Mo sends Lucy and Zane to the past, while Andy works hard on two essays- the current version of history, and what Lucy and Zane are telling him.

 The second book is a chasing thing - Mo has made a machine that can produce animals from Fantasy books and myths: unicorns, dragons, etc. But one day the machine gets stolen, and creatures that don't belong are appearing everywhere. So Mo, Zane, Lucy, and Andy go on an adventure to get back the amazing machine and get everything back to normal. But they also need to modify everyone's memory, so that every one forgets what just happened...



 Yeah. So that's my plans! I'm also hoping to get them published. I'm thinking of self publishing them, and I looked at Some pages and I was like: O_O it costs $1000+ to publish over fifty books?!  But Freemantle has a publishing place somewhere, so I'm going to have a look. 
If you are interested, here is my own, hand drawn front cover for "Mystery of Manchester Manor":

It's sideways (I'm using the ipad) but characters go from left (if you tilt your head that way) to right:
MO (white top), Lucy, Zane, Andy.

Well, I must go. Got school work to do!

Happy reading!

WillowUnicorn (AKA Lucy_Fu

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Time to Howl!

Hello Everyone!
 I'm back! I didn't have anything to post up on Monday, and Tuesdays have gone back to being "No school work" day. And I've been going to birthday parties, so I've been busy.
 I have a lovely friend, whom I prefer to call nya2468. She is very nice, and hung out with me, Sissyloo, NRGJay, and Ehinching. She loves Wolves, and has a Wolf Spirit that she calls "Shadow Howler".  So, I have decided to write her a poem - on wolves.

         The Wolf.

        Wolf.
        It's Shaggy coat,
        In wonderful colours of
        White, black, or grey,
        Is warm and soft.
        It's proud head,
        Held high,
        Has such wonderful eyes.
        It's strong paws,
        Tread through the snow,
        Leaving quaint prints behind.
        All night it's echoing howl,
        Shakes the trees and
        Rents the air.

        O lovely Shadow Howler,
        O Great Wolf,
        I grant thee freedom.


nya2468, that is my poem to you and dear Shadow Howler.   


For my other readers, if you go onto the LEGO Message Boards, and find "Fugitive - a story" you should find the song I made for nya2468 - it's called "Go Nya Go". I remember that she looked at it and went "There's nothing about wolves in it!" So this is my very late poem to give her the Wolf side. :)

Well, I must go - I have school work, music class, and a video to put on my Youtube page.

Go Wild!

WillowUnicorn (AKA Lucy_Fu)

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Some poems dating right back to 2011...

Hello dear Readers!

Well, I was looking in the book I would write every single poem I made up in, when I found some really good ones I've never put up. I was like "What? I haven't put these up yet? But they're so good! And one has the funny name!" So I'm putting those wonderful poems up now - Here we Go!

          Chicken of the Deep

   His long graceful neck
   A wonderful curve,
   As he swims along,
   Feathers as white as snow.

   He swims past again
   And Again,
   White - glittering in the sun.

   When I go to the sea,
   The wild waves chrash
   It's foam as white as snow.
   It reminds me of the
      Swan

Dating 30/08/11



             Memories of an Old Stallion (re-edition)

      He was born on that wild, stormy, spring day.
      He was no normal horse.
      His Dam, as said the rumors, had woven a spell, had called him Mystical.
   
      His Silver-white slid through the bush,
      Finding all his old haunts.

      He stands with his mares in the clearing,
      Telling the foals his memories,
      Such as the Stallion who defeated his Sire,
      And sought to defeat him ...

      He heard a sound,
      Like a crack of twigs under a hoof,
      A trumpeting call of a Stallion calling to fight.
      And quick as lightning,
      His Mares and their foals hid in the scrub,
      While Mystical went to face the foe.

      He stepped through the bush,
      Met the old grey Stallion with a roar of rage,
      They came closer and closer,
      Each roaring and screaming their defence,
      And after some hours of battle,
      Mystical threw his foe to the ground.

      Then, Triumphant,
      He made his way back to his mares,
      And they walked off through the bush.

Dating 05/04/12



              Game Time
   
      Games! Games! Games!
      Oh what a lot of fun!
      Card game, board games, computer games!
      Oh what a lot of fun!
      Sleeping Queens, Scrabble, Minecraft!
      Oh what a lot of fun!
      More games, More Games!
      Oh what a lot of fun!
      Snap and Nabit, Ultima 6!
      Oh what a lot of fun!
      Now we're all hungry,
      Lets go grab a bun!


Dating 04/03/13
  


Well, those are the really good ones that I haven't put up. The Second one, Memories of and Old Stallion, is based off a book I used to read - the Silver Brumby - and I entered it into a poetry competition, but I didn't win.

I've just remembered I had poem that I was supposed to put up at the beginning of the year when I turned 14! But I can't find the poem, and all I can remember is this :

         I'm fourteen, independent and
            Proud of it!

And funnily enough that was the last line of the poem.
  Well, I still have school work - I woke up late due to the fact that I was up till 00:00 reading a book under the bedsheets with a torch - and I also have Music later today, then tomorrow my brother is coming back from Adelaide, and we need to pick him up insanely early! So yes, busy busy busy!

Well, I must be off.

WillowUnicorn (AKA Lucy_Fu)