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❤️ Three years with Miracle ❤️

It’s been a long and beautiful three years with Miracle ❤

As of the 4th of May, it has been almost exactly three years since our now beautiful and healthy cat, Miracle, blessed my family by showing up on our backyard in the middle of a stormy night in 2020!

My birthgiver found him and offered him a small box to sleep in for the night and in the morning, he was still there. i woke up and was greeted with the news that there was a kitten sleeping on our doorstep.

i remember i visited him and watched over him all day because it was lockdown so i had nowhere to go! Throughout the week i posted updates to my blog, about how we had tried searching for his owner and that nobody in our neighbourhood had a ginger cat. On i think it was the third day, he still hadn’t left! He was still sleeping. We thought we might as well take him to the vet and they kept him overnight, treating him for ringworm. He was a fighter and he survived the night, and then he was sent back to us, to provide a home and a foster family while his eye healed. We named him Miracle because it was a miracle that he survived his condition.

Miracle loves his litter-box.
One of my old blog posts about Miracle!
Miracle photo-shoot (10 weeks old)
Photographs of Miracle one week in our care ❤️

He was only 9 weeks old and every week as he healed, i would take photographs of him and post them, for the memories! And look how far we’ve come!

Miracle photo-shoot. (12 weeks old)
Update at just 12 weeks old!

After about a month, he was better and could cuddle us! That was a great feeling for all of us 💖 We had already decided to keep him and we eventually got him micro-chipped!

Miracle is better.

We’ve all changed so much since Miracle came to us and we love him so dearly! We even wrote a song about him! It feels like i’ve known him my whole life. 2020 feels like so long ago….

Singapore holiday + shopping haul

Some little trinkets i picked up on holiday!!!!!

Hi!!!! i recently flew home from my travels in Europe and Singapore where i was reconnecting with my Asian roots 💖

One of my favourite parts of going back to Singapore was the MASSIVE malls and shopping centres on the island, that sell items and brands that are very rare to find in Australia; brands like Tokidoki and Sanrio!

When i was shopping on the island, i picked up a few more of my little trinkets (because as u may know i am a passionate admirer of uncommon collectible art figurines, crystals, CDs and other things!).

First off i got a ring from a cute little store at the huge mall near the hotel resort where i was staying. it doesn’t really fit me, but i thought it was really nice! it cost about 5 bucks because i believe it’s made of some sort of semi-precious stone.

at the hotel showing off my ring

(Unfortunately the black nailpolish might have to come off for school!)

From the same mall, i got a cute little Sanrio x Tokidoki collectible surprise box that came with a sheet of all the different Sanrio characters included in the Sanrio x Tokidoki collection! it was great to see these two iconic art companies collaborate.

i was hoping to get the Kuromi one because she’s my favourite Sanrio character and i don’t know if there was a seperate Kuromi collectible for sale at that store, but i ended up getting Keroppi instead!

i also got a reusable cup from the Starbucks at the mall because we don’t have Starbucks where i live and i wanted a souvenir because idk why, but i love Starbucks coffee!

At the airport i got a gorgeous new liquid eyeliner from Clinique, and an expensive limited edition keychain from MCM! i thought it was very cool and i had been eyeing it for some time. it is now the perfect new addition to my room! i just love the overall punk vibe 🖤

i will miss being in Singapore until next time i visit! ❤

I’m on vacation!!!

I have been recently inactive on my social media because I am on vacation with my cousins. One is named Jazz and her brother who just wants to be mentioned by his handle, will be referred to as Dark_Zelda.

They are kooky, crazy, funny, kind and goofy and we are having a great time together as always!

Vacation vlog coming soon ♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎

A life update….

So, guys, i have been working on my YouTube more recently.

And if u have been up-to-date on my YouTube channel, u would know i’m also working on new stuff for Pride Month!

If u didn’t know, i have changed my pronouns to he/him/Xie/Xier and come out as transgender!

To stay updated on the album, please subscribe to my YouTube channel and follow my blog!

Happy pride month! Stay tuned for the new music!

Keep Our Oceans Clean Initiative

My name is Z-ster and this is why, if you’re at the beach and drinking a delicious milkshake with a plastic straw, you should think before mindlessly tossing it in the sand.

Poster I will hand out at the beach

If you drop a plastic item in the water, it will float out and a sea turtle could choke on it. If you love the ocean and swimming in clear waves watching fish swish by, try and keep it clear instead of dropping plastic junk inside of the ocean, killing the poor fish and the water.

To prevent pollution, you can avoid using these items.

  • Plastic one-use water bottles
  • Plastic shopping bags
  • Plastic one-use straws
  • Plastic drinking cups

Here are some items you can use to prevent pollution

  • Reusable metal straws
  • Glass or biodegradable cups
  • Reusable shopping bags
  • Metal refillable water bottles

Thank you. Hope this inspired you to do good for the earth.

Climate justice

Hello reader! It is very important.

You may know Greta Thunberg, the strong eighteen year old climate activist.

Yesterday I watched a film about her and her story and the deeds she does for the world, how she went on strike to push her ideas onto the government. With time, the number of people doing the climate strike increased and it all started with one fifteen year old Swedish girl sitting on the pavement, and that heroic, resilient girl was Greta.

The reasons why I relate to Greta so much is that we both see the world differently. We see it as a botanical garden being burn down by humanity. We both have a high-functioning Autism. At the beginning of the movie she said, “Only young people, or people with Autism understand the threat of global warming.”

Even though humanity has created this mess, certain humans like Greta and her supporters will clear it up through the climate strike and the powerful media.

When Greta was travelling to the United States, she couldn’t just drive by car and she certainly didn’t want to go by plane, polluting the planet further. She and her father went by boat. The water pounded against the boat as it sailed across and Greta got anxious with all the loud noise, but she kept going, for the climate!

Despite this travelling and rioting and speaking, Greta managed to get some of the top grades in her class. Despite being a successful activist, she was still just a sixteen year old Swedish schoolgirl who needed to go to school.

I will try and do all I can for this beautiful planet and follow in Greta’s footsteps.

Greta is only eighteen, but the whole world knows who she is and she and many other young people will help save it. And she would make the best president and Sweden would be really lucky to have her. Even though I have my own planet to go to, this planet is beautiful and it must be saved.

President Donald Trump, the desperate president

As you may know, Donald Trump is no longer the president of the United States of America.

The president and Vice President elects are Joe Biden and Kamala Harris. Kamala Harris brought the house down as she made her victory speech, but that’s not all she made, she made history as the first female VP in the US. She is an excellent role model!

America now has fourteen or so more days of Trump. To stay seated as president, him and his supporters have caused a huge, violent scene. His resemblance to a toddler not wanting to share his toys is astronomical! Why can’t this grown man just give up being president?

Trump wanted to move to Scotland because he has golf courses there and because things are going really badly for him in the US. Scotland said that he couldn’t come because of COVID-19, but the truth is that they didn’t want him peeing over their economy!

Now, let’s just acknowledge that after all this inconsiderate, selfish, stupid nonsense Donald Trump has brought, Harris and Biden are going to give the country what it needs, what President Trump never gave; and it is time for him to take his glued-on pasta wig and his poor choices as president and say goodbye to this country that he has ruined.

Good riddance, Trumpster!

2021

Hello, readers! I hope you have all welcomed the new year. 2020 is now just a memory. Now let’s look back on 2020 and the troubles and complications it brought.

The beginning of the problems started with the fires, consuming Australian, the belly of the globe. It polluted our air. It was a real problem in certain areas. People lost everything in the fires, and firefighters sacrificed a lot to tame them. Ambulance drivers and doctors worked to get people who were medically affected by the fires, to the hospital. Finally, very slowly, the chaos stopped and relief came.

The first I heard of COVID-19 was in a paper. I had no idea what a big deal it would be. Schools shut down in order to protect children from the deadly virus. Apps were created to make sure people are aware if they come into contact with it.

America is still the most effected country, but thanks to President Donald Trump practically no one who would listen to him wore a mask. He didn’t even take the virus seriously. There were hundreds of cases and deaths. Fortunately, some resilient people recover to tell the tale. People who listened to facts and had good doctors and a good hospital.

Eventually all the borders closed so nobody would travel. Originally you could travel, but you would have to quarantine fourteen days.

Even though it is 2021 and there is a vaccine, COVID-19 is still very serious. There are a couple new strains. One was discovered in the Uk and the other in Africa.

Now that Kamala Harris and Joe Biden are in charge of America, people will wear masks, sanitise their hands, social distance and take COVID seriously.

Stay safe and listen to your licensed doctor. Thank you for your support. 😃😃😃

The Princess Look styled by Z-Ster (modelled by Alicia F)

This is how you transform into a fairy tale princess.

Step one: Put on a long dress of any colour and put your hair in a bun or pony tail.

Step two: Put on some light rose pink lipstick.

Step three: Apply a little bit of black eyeshadow. Remember, sweep from the inner eye forward with your brush! This will make it easier.

Step four: Lastly, take out your luscious princess hair and your look will be complete.

Darkness. A horror story.

Darkness

By The Z-Ster

This includes pictures by Mallika.

Clara had heard so many rumours. The rumours were all hard to hear. Her friends believed them, her dad believed them, her little brother, Toby, believed them and her older sister, Cindi, believed them. But Clara refused to be scared, even though the rumours crept in at night and made her cry. Clara was a brave girl, but when it came to wives tales and rumours, she couldn’t understand and she would cry and cry and hide every night and nobody would understand why or even know what she was facing. She was so scared deep down that she would wake up at night and dash across her bedroom floor to lock the front door. She would hide in her closet with her stuffed cat and wait for the whispers to stop. Some nights she would suffer in silence as the world slipped away into fear, but other nights, she would yell and scream to her parents.

One day, Clara dreaded going to school, especially since there were so many mirrors in the classroom. She hid behind the couch trying to find her courage, but all she could hear were the rumours and whispers and all she could see was a never-ending darkness in her mind. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she didn’t want to open them. Cindi’s calming voice suddenly broke out and silenced the nagging voices simultaneously.

“What’s wrong, Dust Bunny?” said Cindi, bending over to see Clara. Clara loved that pet name, Dust Bunny.

“Cindi,”said Clara, feeling almost normal, her voice started to break as a tear trickled down her pale cheek, half of her fears were melting, the others were daunting her still, “I feel unprepared. My very existence may be a lie, Cindi! As my very understanding sister, I trust that you will be the best person to confide this to. I feel like all those rumours are true, the folktales, the wives tales and the world being a game, and I cannot borne it! I try to shake the feeling, but I find myself lying awake, questioning everything, arguing with voices in my head, Cindi! I believe in Pennywise the Clown from that movie we watched last week, I believe in that scary story about the girl in the mirror named Mary and I really can’t live like this!! I cry only because…because….well because I’m just a scared little girl! Yes, Cindi, please help me be brave for real, not just bragging and boasting and joking when I’m crying and dying inside with the knowledge that I could be fake and I could die if I chant “Bloody Mary” three times! I want my memory to be lost, dearest Cindi! How do you do it? How?! CINDI! I can’t live my life with every waking second daunted by my own thoughts and the voices that tell me to try things! No matter how badly I want to forget and break through, they keep talking and whispering to me like there’s a million oracles that only I need to know, Cindi!” She burst into tears. She still held onto the hope that Cindi could help her.

“Dust Bunny,” said Cindi, “Poor thing. I didn’t realise they got to you. Of all people. Dust Bunny, if you just don’t go to school today, we’ll help you out. Just tell mum and dad about it and they’ll explain.” Clara didn’t know if she could trust her family. What if she chose not to trust them and it was just the voice’s idea, not hers? What if she wasn’t thinking straight and said no and then when she is in a mental hospital somewhere, she asks herself why she didn’t take the opportunity to get help from her family and end the troubles so she didn’t end up in a mental hospital, but that slight bad choice led her straight to a mental hospital? So many possibilities of making perilous choices. It was a simple yes or no, but Clara couldn’t even trust herself to lead her to the right future.

Yes could lead me into a dangerous realisation that my parent’s are lying frauds, she thought, but no could mean ending up in a mental hospital because I didn’t get help sooner. She needed to clear her head ASAP! She got out her notebook and began to draw. She drew her worries away, but it took a while to get rid of them all. She drew to relax. Drawing and writing were her therapists. When she was in doubt, she turned to her pens and notebooks to write or draw to repress or enhance her feelings depending on her emotion. She kept a diary where she wrote about if she was feeling fear, if she was feeling joy, if she was feeling sorrow or if she was feeling all kinds of complicated things that are always misunderstood.

“Diary,” Clara wrote in her diary, “I might be able to get help, but I need to come to terms with myself. I can’t let the voices decide for me. I can’t let them fool me. This pen with be my voice and whatever conclusion is written by it will be my own, as my writing and drawing cannot be corrupted by evil thoughts. My art is my place where no decisions are hard and I can trust the pen and the pencil to never betray me. They are my friends, my voices who allow me to do the things I enjoy. Visions of goddesses, please come to me as I write in my diary the answer that will lead me in the right direction.” Clara stop writing. The voice began to speak.

“Clarabell,” it said, “Say no. Reject her! Would I lie to you? I am giving you the answer. God has spoken!” The voice stopped. Clara let the voice fool her. She thought that God had told her to reject her sister’s offer. But her pen could not lie to her and she wrote, “I have decided to trust my sister.” After reading what she had written in her diary, she realised that she was going to be fooled if it weren’t for the pen, her friend, being ever so loyal to her, she would descend into insanity.

The voice took over. It yelled at her, “You are disobeying the words of Satin, child! That pen will only be your friend for so long, Clarabell Delifica!” Clara screamed. Cindi ran to her.

“Help me! It’s Satin!” she shrieked, “Cindi, go tell mum! Aaah! CINDI! TOBY! RUSSLE! HELP!” Her parents and her two brothers rushed to her as the voice spoke to her as she lay, yelling, “No!” on the carpet.

“Holy water, Russle !” yelled her mum, standing over her.

“Mum, dad! The devil is in my head. What do I do?” Clara screamed, panicking, “He’s telling me to obey him. No, Satin, no! I won’t! Mum! Tell me what to say to him! He says he’s going to live in me, ruin my life and eventually kill me after listening to everything everyone says.”

“Russle,” said Eveline, Clara’s younger sister, who heard the whole commotion from her room and was panicking too. She asked her dad to call an exorcist. He frantically pressed the numbers on his phone to call the exorcist from his church.

“My daughter is being spoken to by the devil. He’s threatening her and we can’t hear him, but we all know he’s there. She’s screaming and saying no to his deals,” he told the exorcist. The exorcist told them to feed her holy water and pray in a circle around her, each reciting a repelling verse from a book about ghosts and communications from the devil. Fortunately, their family had many prayer book and books on the devil.

“Here. Take holy water,” said her dad, feeding her a cold bottle of holy water straight from the fridge. He stopped holding the bottle to her mouth, but she grabbed it and started gulping it down. The others started praying and chanting.

“It’s working. I can hear the voice getting softer,” she told them, squeezing the bottle and violently sucking the holy water out, “Just a little more… and I will… be fine…!” She started feeling better. The devil was being driven away by the holy water and it couldn’t control her and her emotions anymore. It couldn’t make her stay awake at night, afraid of the rumours. It was being pulled away from her sweating body that was twisting and turning as her, once corrupted, mind was filled with fears and worries.

The next day, Clara wrote in her diary, “Yesterday, I trusted my parents as I said. I almost got tricked, but my pen was loyal to me. This pen was my only gift for Christmas last year, my grandma’s fancy fountain pen with strawberry red ink. I think I’m cured of my fears of those rumours, Diary. I was lying on the floor, drinking holy water, scared, crying and screaming.” She thought for a while and continued writing, “And I was very relieved to hear the voice fade. Afterwards I had a nice, cleansing shower.”

She dropped her pen under her desk. She reached to get it. Ink spilled on the carpet. A wave of fear came over her. She was suddenly face-to-face with a living darkness like a shadow that moves independently.

Clara reached out her hand. The shadow dragged her across the river of her fears. The rumours were everywhere, unfolding and coming to life. Then Clara saw a familiar cat. It wasn’t a black cat like in the superstitions she believed. It was a snowy white cat. It watched as the shadows grim face turned to Clara. Clara was shocked.

“I knew I would be back for you, Clarabell Delifica,” said the shadow, “I am Satin and the shadows are my vessels of communication. When you see them towering over you at night, Clara, I was trying to get a closer look. The shadows whisper to you as I do. They whisper to each member of the Delifica clan, but I possessed you! I chose to posses this scrawny member as I could enhance her fear, and when the time was right I could fool her into thinking I’m helping her calm it.” Clara was scared beyond her wildest nightmares.

Suddenly, the cat curled up at Clara’s feet as she was being dragged across the ground. She looked down and realised that the cat was her beloved pet, Stella.

“Wake up,” she heard her mum’s voice yell.

“Why isn’t Stella waking her up?” asked Eveline.

How do I wake up? she wondered, aren’t I already awake?

She felt Stella biting her foot. Toby hit her over the head with her diary. Her mum poured holy water into her mouth. Her dad hurled Eveline at her. Cindi held her hand and recited verses from her book on possession and the devil, as Russle just panicked.

The devil took her deeper into the shadows. She almost cried, but somehow, the tears simply didn’t come. Was she being controlled by the devil and what was going to become of her if he succeeded? It wasn’t going to be long before her questions were answers.

“What? Aaaaaaaaah!”

Zoo Facts

Animals are going extinct at extreme rates. Animals like the amazing red-eared turtle are forgotten about and put into the ocean, but the ocean is NOT their habitat so whenever they are put into the ocean where they don’t belong at all, they eat other animals and they are endangered too. The red-eared turtles are very rare in most countries and states. They can only be viewed up close in zoos and aquariums that breed them and leave them in their proper environment. So if you get a red-eared turtle as a pet, please take good care of it and don’t put it in the ocean!

Australian wildlife such as the numbats are critically endangered and zoos are trying to breed them and help the female and male numbats to make offsprings together. Zoos are opening peoples eyes to the killing of animals and why these animals are at a zoo for people to see.

Think about it:Everyone loves a selfie, especially one with a cool animal such as a lion cub. But where does the cub come from and where will it end up once it is fully grown? Say no to photos to avoid poaching and hunting.

Lions

These couple of paragraphs will be dedicated to the African panthera Leo, more commonly known as the lion, belonging to the feline family.

Not unlike most mammals, lions are chordates, meaning they have a backbone. They are high on the food chain and they eat all kinds of meat. They have sharp canine teeth to chew their food especially if they have a tough piece of human!

White lion cub

Lions are Big Cats or Ocelots so they are the bigger, more carnivorous versions of pet cats. Pet cats are like lions because if you make them hunt for their meat, they would easily scavenge for it.

Scientific Classification

Kingdom: Animalia

Phylum: Chordata

Class: Mammals

Order: Carnivora

Suborder: Feliformia

Family: Felidae

Subfamily: Pantherinae

Genus: Panthera

Species: P. Leo

Sun-bears

Sun-bears are common victims of poaching. Before the sun-bear of Perth zoo was brought to a safe enclosure, he was harshly tortured and chained to a wooden board to be poached. Now he paces in his enclosure, mentally scarred. He lives alongside a fellow sun-bear.

The sun-bears are rare and little- known, much like axelotles.

They are cute, brown and sweet, but they are being killed off and poached. By simply knowing the existence of this creature, you have the ability to spread the word and put a stop to the poaching. Please save these precious things.

Perth Zoo sun-bear

No more poaching!!! No more killing!!! This is a protest!!!

Giraffes

The poor giraffes are going extinct. These beautiful, long-necked creatures of Africa can’t survive on their own in the wild. These ,too, are at Perth Zoo. Perth is in Australia if you’re wondering where Perth Zoo is.

If you visit your closest zoo, you’re sure to find a lot of interesting information on giraffes.

Perth Zoo Giraffe

Bolivian Squirrel monkeys

These monkeys are so tiny and cute, but they only live in Bolivia and zoos around the world. These monkeys are very sleepy fellows and if you see them at a zoo, you’ll understand why I say that! These, like most monkeys, love to climb. They are very rare since they only live in Bolivia.

If you are not gifted with the privileges of viewing these extraordinary monkeys, here is a picture of the ones in Perth Zoo.

An interesting fact about these particular squirrel monkeys is that they are very social and twitter at their friends and group-members to communicate with them. They are more talkative and friendly than the common squirrel monkeys. They are also very hungry creatures whose stomachs are bottomless, and they are constantly grabbing food and using their little hands to pick up water bottles to drink from. Unfortunately, the squirrel monkeys have to drink from a bottle with a thick, plastic straw so they can suck the water through the straw without having to unscrew a cap or something to pour the water into their mouth.

If you live in Bolivia, look out for these little chatter boxes!

It doesn’t matter where you live, you might have a whole variety of different animals you can only see in your country’s bush. #Findyourwildlife

Type the hashtag #Findyourwildlife in the comments or on your own blog post to share your experience with an animal on your bushwalk or camp!

Lastly, I would like to thank zookeepers for looking after endangered creatures and opening people’s eyes, and enriching these animals by feeding them, making them hunt for food and letting them smell whatever they please. I’d especially like to thank my two favourite people who work at Perth Zoo, Joan and Judy.

Why I’m Vegetarian Now

I have recently become vegetarian and this is why!

Animals have lives too and some animals’ purpose of life is being eaten. If they die, they deserve a proper funeral like cats or dogs.

Think of it this way, you were shot and killed, but instead of having a funeral or even crying, people just ate your body. They didn’t even care!

I don’t get how people care about animals deeply, but still eat them. It makes no sense to me, caring about a creature, but still eating it without a second thought.

One of my favourite animals is the innocent, milk-producing cow. But people kill this innocent creature that gives us so much delicious dairy, and make shoes, bags, vests and jackets out of its skin. It is disturbing and sad.

Animals don’t even deserve to be killed and eaten. They really don’t! And just for human pleasure, when they could just eat fruits and vegetables. They don’t need meat if they can eat pasta and tofu and pastry.

Some cute, furry animals are made into warm winter coats. I hate that, if you want to make a coat, use cotton or wool. I once saw a black, furry coat and I turned it around and saw a cute, little nose! It was sad.

The maiden of the night.

The Maiden of the night

By The Z-Ster

One glorious morning, Tom Alex was at school with his friend, Kim Peterson. They’d been friends for only 10 months, but they were very good months.

Kim and Tom heard the crackle of exam papers as their teacher, Mrs Gooding, yelled, “Pop quiz, students!” Tom made a frustrated groan. He had been failing exams for years.

When the exam started, Kim confidently began taking the exam. Tom knew that Kim had perfect handwriting, a broad knowledge on grammar and physics and an ability to understand the most boring algebra classes.

After the exam, Mrs Gooding’s mind was blown when she saw Kim’s paper. She said, “Your handwriting and spelling has no mistakes in it. Your number work is brilliant, because you used the method that gets the quickest to the solution.”

That night, Tom heard humming. He searched the house for any pests who could be hiding there. He found, outside his window, a maiden with black, curly locks, her mouth was twisted into a beautiful but forced smile and her blue eyes glistened in the moonlight. She wore a dress of stars, her feet and hair floated above the ground as she was too beautiful, holy and pure to touch the earth.

The maiden’s beauty was like nothing Tom’s eyes had beheld ever in his 18 years of life. He rejoiced as his parents wanted him to marry a rich and beautiful maiden. If only he knew if she would want to marry him.

“This must be some kind of Goddess!” he thought, “The glow of her hair seems to be a form of enchantment.”

The next day, he asked his mother, “You said being married would do me good at this age. I met a beautiful maiden who will do well as my wife. Will you help me approach her?”

“Very well,” said Tom’s mother, “But if she does not wish to speak with you, leave her to do what she is doing without further interruption.”

As Tom’s mother promised, she waited outside the window until The maiden of the night appeared. Her eyes were filled with inner light. She hummed the same tune as before. This time, though, she wore a comb in her hair. The comb was shining brighter than the flame within the maiden’s lovely soul. She hummed a more sad tune now, as if her prized jewels had been taken from her, but she wouldn’t mind if she lost a golden heap or a silver crown or even a silk cape, she would worry about less petty things such as, if a beloved child had escaped and was lost to the busy town. She hummed about those more concerning things that troubled her.

“Maiden! Of what do you hum? If you meet my son, I will comfort you and hum with you,” said Tom’s mother. The maiden seemed to be silent, but she was whispering, “No, strange woman. My only wish is to touch the ground which my fellow Gods and Goddesses have forbade me from walking on.”

“If company is not what you desire, I will see to it that your desire is met,” said Tom’s mother. The maiden nodded and returned to the bushes.

The next day, at noon, the goddess came to Tom’s house. She wore a cloak to shield herself from the cold. Her glowing hair shone through the fabric. She was The Goddess Of Beauty.

The young goddess liked Tom. She knew that he had some enchantment of his own. She agreed to marry him. She quietly told Tom’s mother to visit the enchanter/enchantress of no name or gender about granting the wish.

When she got there, her wish was granted but with a price. It was that her magic had to be hidden from her husband. She also couldn’t fly to the heavens again.

“Can I still bring beauty to the world?”asked the goddess. Tom’s mother replied, “Yes, but in secret from Tom. He cannot know that you’re a goddess or a horrible, cursed fate you will meet.”

The wedding day came, The Goddess walked across the aisle and it ended in the alter where she met with Tom. She was wearing the gown of stars and where the seam met the skirt a little moon was embroidered with the thinnest of thread by The Goddess herself.

The wedding went well and all the beautiful maidens that Tom saw afterwards looked ugly through his eyes because he knew he had the most beautiful, most kind and most strong bride that he was searching for in his past, so there was no need to look at other maidens fondly apart from his daughter (if he has one that is!).

Many years passed, The Goddess, Ariana was her name, communicated with other gods and goddesses by talking to their friends, the birds. She told them how she was getting on with Tom and her new ability to walk on the land. She told them of ugly things and people she’d had to make sweet and beautiful. Hopefully, the news she told the birds had reached the heavens and the gods would hear from her through them.

One morning Tom asked, “Why do you speak to the birds of our garden? You dance and prance with them until you run out of stories to tell and discussions to have. The next day you will still return and blabber on to those creatures! What is the reason for this?”

“Oh, Thomas!” laughed Ariana, her voice soft as rain, “You have yet to learn why these are my friends. You have yet to learn why I know blabber on when I used to be silent as a mouse. You have yet to learn why I have these unique charms that no other maiden possesses. Until you do learn, please do not question!”

“I may have yet to learn them, but I am not as clueless as you think. I know that you have secrets that you will not share. I just wish you were truthful to me.”

“You said I was a glorious, perfect, true and beautiful creature!” cried out Ariana, “I am perfectly truthful, I am constantly purifying and I have wits to survive!”

That evening, Ariana was at the market. She bought some apples and eggs to cook. She bought beautiful hair pins and a basket of garments to adorn herself with.

The garments made her pure again. She, again, saw a million maidens flying with her. Her truth was restored. She could only speak the truth to her husband, and this must have be the time that the enchanter/enchantress was going to let her tell Tom about her importance as a goddess.

She told Tom everything, her every testament, her every thought, everything she’d ever seen or done, everything that was hidden before.

The end

Reconciliation Week

People need to respect their elders. This week is to understand that concept. For all people who have ancestors from Australia, it is extremely important to make something out of reconciliation week.

All people whether they have dark skin or light skin need to be appreciated. Whether they are from an alien planet, trying to understand their Earth heritage or human through and through. Whether they are boys or girls. Long hair or short hair. Brown or blue eyes. Black or blond hair. We are all different, but yet we are all united! There is one word for this, diversity.

I pay respects to all elders, Mestian or human, dead or alive to this day. I value every hardship that Aboriginal Australians went through to make this country. I value their will to survive in early days of this country. I value and want to learn their native tongue. I value elders! They give us something to mould ourselves on. They give us something to pray for, whether we know them and they held a place in our hearts or if they are ancestors of us who are just a little part of our blood.

“Never dismiss where you come from.”

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Animals.

There are animals that are endangered by many things. Butterflies, for instance, are losing their homes and me and my friends must plant them some lovely, colourful flowers to pollinate.

All creatures and planets are wonderful. Even my planet and its animals! I am trying to protect all animals.

Because some people put plastic bags in the water, turtles and all sea creatures can eat them and choke. It is very sad.

Some animals are being sold as pets illegally. The animals who need the beautiful wild to survive. Even I need to go out into nature once and a while whether it be on Earth or my sweet planet.

Pangolins are beautiful creatures and they look like lizards who have very bland-coloured scales. The bad thing is, these wonderful creatures are being killed for their scales! There is even proof that there is no reason to kill them for their lovely scales.

Horses are fine fortunately. They are the best! They are my favourite wild Earth animal. They are so pretty. No wonder they aren’t endangered, they are smart and don’t need help from humans or aliens. They also remind me so much of my Earth unicorn, Marshmallow and the beautiful unicorns on Mest.

Thank you! Save the animals!

Miracle photo-shoot. (12 weeks old)

Just woke up.
Mr Sassypants over here.
Looking at num-numbs.

“I am Miracle. I am a star like my sister. I do have a big, bad disease, but I will be a positive little bundle of fur. Mummy and my sister say I am getting better. Meow!”

Miracle (2020)
Climbing the walls.

“Miracle is doing pretty well. He is trying his best to resist the temptation of scratching his eye or taking the cone off.”

Me (2020)
Full of energy today.

Dopamine Cake 🌈

  1. Put 2 cups flour into a large bowl.
  2. Sprinkle some edible glitter into it twice. Must be glittery!
  3. Melt 1 segment of your favourite chocolate bar. This cake should give you joy. Tip: Melt on a microwave.
  4. Dribble the chocolate into the mixture. Do a dance while doing so if that makes you happy.
  5. Stir the mixture gently.
  6. Pour the mixture into any silly-shaped pan and place in oven for 15-20 mins.
  7. Decorate the cake with more edible glitter! Go crazy!
  8. Enjoy your magical, crazy cake.

Miracle’s first big clean-up.

Miracle is very dirty and so is his litter-box. He needs to be healthy, well-groomed and clean as a whistle to continue being the cutest cat ever. Actually that wasn’t all true! But after this, he will be… almost all those things!

Swaddled baby with clean cone.

“We will give it another big clean tonight. Just to be sure.”

My mum.
Sifting out the litter-box.
New kitty-litter.
Back in his palace.

The murmur.

The murmur

By The Z-ster

There is a lady named Rosa. She lives in a small town and is very competitive. Her mother always says, “Look at the people in this room. Go and tackle them like you’ve never tackled anything before.”

Every day, Rosa goes to the basketball court and plays a good game of basketball.

One day, she hears something in between the trees and she thinks it sounds like a murmur from the graveyard that is right between the trees. She is horrified and drops the ball to run home.

“Why are you so spooked? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,”says Rosa’s mother. Rosa decides that now is not the time for questions and they are going to move.

They pack their things and leave for the next village. Rosa is still spooked. As they drive off in the train, someone almost dead-looking waves towards them as they murmur something under their breath.

“Aaaaaaaaaah!”

If this story sent shivers down your spine, you can check out more on YouTube.com or buy the YouTube App. You can check out my channel by typing “The Z-Ster” on the search bar.

More about me.

I am a soon-to-be author, but I have not yet published a book. My first book will be The Hard Romance.

“When the whole world is silent, even one voice becomes powerful.”

Malala Yousafzai.

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