DIY Dream Catchers



Dream catchers are a fun and easy way to recycle old bracelets and make pretty decor- here is how to make them.

Materials Needed

  • Old bracelet or other small hoop
  • yarn
  • string or floss
  • feathers, beads, or other decor
  • glue
  • scissors

The first step in making a dream catcher is to wrap the hoop in yarn. All you need to do is tie a length of yarn to the hoop and wrap it around until the entire hoop is covered, then tie it tightly.

Next, you need to begin weaving the center of the dream catcher. This can be tricky, and there are different styles of doing it, but the way that I have done it is more simple. There are videos online though for other styles. First, I tie about a foot of string (to be safe) to the dream catcher. Then, I take the string and bring it over the hoop and make a knot, continuing this motion until I have made loops around the entire circle, then without undoing it or cutting the string, I do the same motions, but use the previous loops instead of the hoop to make the loops. This is a bit confusing to understand in writing, so refer to the photos attached. Just keep doing this process until you get to the center of the dream catcher. If you want to, you can add a bead onto the string before you tie it off, but you don’t have to.

After you finish weaving the inside, you can begin decorating! I usually add feathers and strings of beads, but it is up to you. You can attach the feathers with Mod Podge or hot glue, and tie the strings on. Whatever works is fine!

Now enjoy your freshly made dream catcher and sleep well!






I wish we never met.  And went our separate ways.

I thought you’d be like them

Loving you one minute. Then over it

and every time we try to say a word

we leave each other mid- sentence,

and you leave me wondering when we’ll finish.


I know you never liked me

and you probably never will.

Made the biggest mistake of life

So now I pay the price,

Being close to someone else yet,

I still think of you


I’ve tried to forget you over and over,

but at the end of the day

you are always stuck in my head.

We’ve went separate ways,

I’ve tried someone else.

You forgot me yet,

I can’t be rid of you.


All my memories, none of them good but, one.

Why does it matter anyway?

You never really liked me.

Part 2: Review – “The Madman’s Daugther”

I have mixed feelings about this book. Personally, I found the story incredibly unique and interesting. The plot and vivid descriptions of “The Madman’s Daughter” definitely deserve a 5/5 rating. This novel has the perfect combination of the Victorian Era, along with crazy and complex science. While some people may find it hard to read through the procedures (which occupy a decent portion of this book), I thought they were fascinating without being disturbing. However, there was too much romance and drama, which took away from the story. The fact that Juliet was attracted to both Edward and Montgomery at the same time was cliché and boring. Still, there are unexpected turns that make it almost impossible to know anything before it is mentioned. It is also worth mentioning that, depite some cliché themes, the ending was so different than what I expected, which is always a great quality in a book.

I would recommend this book if you like romantic novels, science fiction, or just science in general. The focus on the scientific and medical field  is what makes this book amazingly fascinating. However, there are some graphic scenes during the surgeries, so if you do not feel comfortable with that, this book is not for you. I must also mention that the plot may be difficult to understand, mainly due to its complexity. I look forward to reading the other two books of “The Madman’s Daughter” series. 4.8/5. +12.


A Pirate’s Journey: Part Two

Young pirates

It wouldn’t have worried Silas if they hadn’t already walked through most of the ship and seen no sign of the captain. Timberwolf tended to wander around, but that was when he wasn’t ill. When he was sick, he stayed locked up in his cabin all day, except when he was yelling at one of the boys to ‘fetch him some chicken noodle soup, for Calypso’s sake’. Not to mention that he always left a note before wandering off, especially if he would be gone for a while. It was completely unlike Timberwolf to just disappear.

“Silas, what’s wrong?” Red asked. He had known the captain for the longest time out of any of the boys.

Silas realized he was blocking the entire cabin from view. He turned to face his crew, trying to keep his fear from his face, but he gave himself away with the quavering of his voice. “The captain isn’t here.”

The crew broke into worried chatter. “What do you mean he isn’t here? Where is he? Did he leave us?”

Silas found himself helpless to quell their fears. He had wanted more responsibility, but not for the captain to be entirely gone.

Thankfully, Red stepped in. “Hey! There’s no way Timberwolf would just leave us. There must be some sort of explanation. Maybe he had an emergency meeting with another captain.” He looked around at the crew; they had quieted down and were listening to him intently. “Why don’t we wait until morning and see if he’s back by then? If he isn’t, we can deal with this then, but everything looks better after a good night’s sleep. Right, Silas?”

“Yes,” Silas replied, very unsure of himself. He was jealous of how Red could command the crew’s respect with such ease. The other boy was acting like more of a first mate than Silas. “It’s late and there’s nothing else we can do tonight.”

With only a few quiet mutterings and complaints, the rest of the crew went to ready themselves for bed, Red following close behind. Silas was left alone, staring at Timberwolf’s empty cabin and wondering how he’d ever be able to fall asleep.

.  .  .

The next morning, after a thorough search of the ship (very thorough – Timberwolf had once been found fast asleep in a barrel in the hold), the crew gathered on the main deck. No one had found any evidence of the captain, and worry was once again starting to weigh down on the young men.

Silas had barely slept, so preoccupied he was with trying to figure out how they would even start to search for the captain. He had feverishly scoured Timberwolf’s cabin for any clues it might have held about the man’s whereabouts. Even with all the time spent thinking and searching, he only had one idea that could possibly help them hunt Timberwolf down.

After the crew had shared the fruitless results of their search, Silas turned to Red. “Is there anyone we could ask who might know where Timberwolf is? Maybe point us in the right direction? Or at least some direction?”

Red frowned as he thought. “I’m not sure. The captain had a few friends, but he wasn’t all that close to anyone . . .” His eyes lit up as he realized something. “Well, there is someone . . .”

“Who is it?” Silas asked, leaning forward.

Fighting back a grin, Red said, “Captain Katherine Kincade.”

“Kincade?” Silas echoed. “She’s legendary! She’s friends with Timberwolf?”

“I wouldn’t say friends, but of anyone, she would have the wisdom to help us.”

Silas stood up. “That’s better than nothing. Come on!” He beckoned for the others to follow him. “I saw her at the Alliance meeting last night, she might still be docked here.”

The Tale of the Dead King pt.1

English cottage with garden

This story begins with the many sorrows of a poor orphan daughter of a dead King.

Imagine a beautiful meadow surrounded by a mysterious misty forest.

Now, forget all that because that’s not how this story starts.

Where this really starts is in a cozy cottage in a tiny village.

What I mean by ‘cozy’ and ‘tiny’ is that the cottage had one bed and a little kitchen, and the village was like only ten houses.

Here you are introduced to Iris Baelfire, who is very important to this tale.

Umm… mom? Who is that?” Iris asked frightfully from the hammock she slept in.

Her mother cautiously looked out their only window, and saw the royal horse-drawn carriage.

It’s their majesties! Go clean your self up now! Oh, you already did that. Well at least put on your nice new dress I bought you. Go! Go!”

Mom! Sit down! It’s all right. I bet they know we don’t have a lot of money, and besides its best to be yourself.” She gave her mom a reassuring smile and then opened their front door.

To her surprise the carriage was nowhere in sight and there was no trace of it ever being there.

Mom? I thought you said the royals were here.”

Yes, why?”

There’s no one here. Or any where for that matter.”

Now my dear readers I’m leaving you here, so be puzzled, be scared, and I’ll speak to you soon.  


To be continued … 


Inspired by Lemony Snicket (also known as Daniel Handler)

Anna, age 14  

The Tale of a Kingdom

Once upon a time there lived a princess, and this princess, well she was a little different. She preferred fencing instead of sewing, climbing instead of dancing, but she was loved greatly by her people. She always put them first, even before her own happiness.

The kingdom fell into a depression one long cold year, and the people suffered greatly. To help her people, she married the king of the neighbouring country in a desperate attempt to bring prosperity to the people, but the king had other ideas. He wanted the kingdom’s natural resources to himself, and would do anything to get them.

Years passed, and they produced an heir. A gentle boy who took after his mother greatly. One day, the king sent his wife — the kind peaceful beloved queen — out riding by herself. She was looking for herbs for the local doctor under her husband’s request when she came across a stream. She stopped there to let her horse rest. When the next day came and the queen had not returned, the villagers went looking, only to find her still by the stream, but no longer breathing.

When the king heard this news he was devastated, at least publicly. His son, on the other hand, could not bear the loss of his mother. He locked himself away in the castle and refused to leave.

Without the queen, the kingdom once again fell into disrepair. The king treated his citizens like slaves, continuously working then until they dropped dead. This went on for years on end when finally, the prince looked outside.

He saw his mother’s dream ruined and would not stand for it. He challenged his father to a duel for the kingdom, and he succeeded. The king was exiled, and the money that the people rightful owned for their years of labor was finally given to them. The kingdom once again began to prosper, and looked even better, thanks to the new king. The people cheered for their new king. Long live Our Savior!

Fake Me

Teen sitting on floor with self portraits on wall

The perfect smile. The perfect laugh. The perfect friends.

So perfect at everything I do.

You see so many people that laughs with me,

From a distance you see me as flawless.

Everything I do. Everywhere I go.

They all know me as the perfect

That fake smile I use. That fake laugh that comes out.

They are all foolish enough to belive I am perfect

I may not be in your head….

But I know you are one of them

Yes, I am happy with these people

Yes, sometimes they make me laugh

But… they are never there through dark times

They abandon me with nothing to do but cry

Have you evet wondered…

What makes me cry

What darkens my world and breaks me down

What turns me into shards of glass, or silver sharp knives

I’ve seen you look at me,

When I am having a good time

When I am one of them, the perfects

But we both have different roads to go

I wish to cross our paths but, we might never

I see you going farther and farther

To a place where I will never know you

I am running out of time until…

You fade away

Deep into my memories where you will be lost

If thats for the best than let it be

Then I might be far happier than now

One less person to think I am perfect