Hello Peeps,
Today's word is welkin. It means, 'the sky'. A bird could be classified as an animal that flies in the welkin.
In a sentence:
The airplane flew into the welkin while dodging jelly plates. Ha!
♪♪ I like Aeroplane Jelly,
Aeroplane Jelly for me ♪♪
Well, bye everyone!
Jeffrey signing off...
P.S I know it's late, I know it's probably Thursday, I know everything; I'm watching you...
_ i _
<•> <•>
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
A Puzzle A Day Keeps the - insert noun here - Away!
Today I have a special treat for you. No words for today, just a little fun, grammar lesson. I promise.
Nouns
Nouns are 'things'. 'Things' can refer to an object, a feeling, an expression, person or a place. The last two examples are what we call 'Proper Nouns" not because the others aren't real nouns; because it refers to a unique object. A clock can mean the clock in Grandpa's room or the alarm clock sitting on the bedside table. The Green Plaza Clock refers to one thing; the Green Plaza Clock, not the clock in your house or in the shops, the one in the plaza. Other nouns are either common, abstract, collective, countable and un-countable. Yes, there are a lot of different types. But what type is a laptop or a dog. The answer, common. These nouns are generalized to a particular object.
For example:
A cat sat on Grandma Pig's Rug. (Hopefully not; she (Grandma Pig) would go berserk!) Cat is a common nouns because it could be any cat. Grandma Pig's Rug is a Proper Noun as it refers to Grandma's rug. Not the couples' next doors rug; Grandma's rug.
More Examples:
Common Nouns
Proper Nouns
Other Nouns
The dog jumped over the bar.
Marty ate the biscuit.
The pony galloped down the Main St.
Two frogs ate flies. (Duh!)
Other Nouns include Abstract Nouns and Collective Nouns.
An abstract noun is a noun that shows expression and thoughts. A noun like, happiness, sadness, circulation, serenity and bravery. It is not an object (you cannot have a happy or a sad) but an idea or thought.
Collective nouns are simply nouns that show a group of common nouns. For example, a pride of lions, a gaggle of geese, a flock of birds, a school of fish, a herd of buffalo, a pack of wolves, a flock of sheep a diddle o- I'll stop there; I could go on for hours! So a collective noun is a noun that shows a group of things. There; nice and simple!
A puzzle! \/\/\/\/\/\/\/ (down)
The Tuesday Puzzle:
ompleted-Zet ou-det he-qet uzzle-uet!
Complete all three to see the animal answer!
Jeffrey signing off...
Nouns
Nouns are 'things'. 'Things' can refer to an object, a feeling, an expression, person or a place. The last two examples are what we call 'Proper Nouns" not because the others aren't real nouns; because it refers to a unique object. A clock can mean the clock in Grandpa's room or the alarm clock sitting on the bedside table. The Green Plaza Clock refers to one thing; the Green Plaza Clock, not the clock in your house or in the shops, the one in the plaza. Other nouns are either common, abstract, collective, countable and un-countable. Yes, there are a lot of different types. But what type is a laptop or a dog. The answer, common. These nouns are generalized to a particular object.
For example:
A cat sat on Grandma Pig's Rug. (Hopefully not; she (Grandma Pig) would go berserk!) Cat is a common nouns because it could be any cat. Grandma Pig's Rug is a Proper Noun as it refers to Grandma's rug. Not the couples' next doors rug; Grandma's rug.
More Examples:
Common Nouns
Proper Nouns
Other Nouns
The dog jumped over the bar.
Marty ate the biscuit.
The pony galloped down the Main St.
Two frogs ate flies. (Duh!)
Other Nouns include Abstract Nouns and Collective Nouns.
An abstract noun is a noun that shows expression and thoughts. A noun like, happiness, sadness, circulation, serenity and bravery. It is not an object (you cannot have a happy or a sad) but an idea or thought.
Collective nouns are simply nouns that show a group of common nouns. For example, a pride of lions, a gaggle of geese, a flock of birds, a school of fish, a herd of buffalo, a pack of wolves, a flock of sheep a diddle o- I'll stop there; I could go on for hours! So a collective noun is a noun that shows a group of things. There; nice and simple!
A puzzle! \/\/\/\/\/\/\/ (down)
The Tuesday Puzzle:
ompleted-Zet ou-det he-qet uzzle-uet!
Complete all three to see the animal answer!
Jeffrey signing off...
Not Finished Though
Ummm, here is the story!
Enjoy! Post your thoughts in the comments section.
The Man of the
Station
PROLOGUE
3
RD
SEPTEMBER, 1933
KERRY Martin placed his old, battered diary in the small wooden case. He
knew that it would be the last time he saw it again. It was very quiet in the
small, wood panelled room. He could hear the thumping of his own heart. As
he closed the disguised hatch in the parlour, he felt tiny pricks of pain
erupting from his chest. The poison was working.
CHAPTER 1
1966
THE rain fell onto the river, causing small ripples as the droplets hit the
surface. Dark clouds loomed up above as if threatening to engulf the whole
of the city. No-one was about – except for the lone man in a grey overcoat
walking briskly towards the tram stop. His name was Bert X‟ssadia.
Drops of water fell from his drenched over-coat as he boarded the cabletram. As he patiently waited for his stop, he looked at the other passengers.
There were two people other than him. There was an old, wrinkly lady quietly Written by Jeffrey Dean Fong during July-August, 2011
knitting a very long scarf. The other person was a tall, young man dressed in
a business suit, a book in one hand and a briefcase in the other.
„Ding!‟ The bell awoke Bert to his senses. As he walked onto the road, he
gazed at the station. Flinders Street Station. As he stood under the green
copper dome, he wondered. Not about his future as he normally did; he
thought about his parents and how much he missed them; he wondered if
he had a sibling? And the attic. The warm, dusty and musty attic.
CHAPTER 2
BERT X‟ssadia lived in the station. It was his home. Ever since he could
remember, he had lived in the station. The only time when he had lived
somewhere different was when he went to live with his grandparents on the
sea-side. That house had burnt down in 1962 just like the Paddington Tram
Depot Fire. It had killed both of his grandparents.
As he clambered through the small and narrow opening in the wall of the
deserted platform, he wondered about his place. His Special Place. Years
ago, mechanics and electricians wandered through the corridors, fixing the
aged fittings and wires. Now, only Bert used them.
Saggy wires drooped from the ceiling having long broken free of their
cracked plastic hooks. Bert looked through a small crack in the brown plaster
onto the bustling Platform 15. A dull, „Red Rattler‟ train was waiting on the
platform. Its wooden carriages creaked loudly as commuters bustled on.
„Commuters with homes‟ thought Bert.
Inside his room were two doors. One lead to the bathroom (if you could call
it one) and the other to the attic. The bathroom had leaked for years and Written by Jeffrey Dean Fong during July-August, 2011
mould had taken over. It was everywhere. You could hear the chatter of the
people outside. Speaking about things like how the new currency was so
annoying or how John got caned by his teacher. Bert loved listening to these
conversations as they were his only means of contact to the outside world.
In the front room of his house, in one corner stood a rotten, sagging,
dilapidated wooden cupboard and in the other stood a small bed. In the
cupboard was all his clothes and one small, ornate box. It contained his
parents wedding photo. How many hours he looked at it during a day he
didn‟t know but all he knew was that he loved it. A lot.
CHAPTER 3
THE attic was warm. Above it was the ballroom-turned-lecture hall where
Victorian Railway Institute lectures were often held. Sunlight streamed in
through miniscule cracks in the tarnished, copper dome. The signs of age.
Bert shuffled around searching for his favourite book; The Origin of Species.
He loved the detail and descriptions as well as the detailed pictures.
It had been passed down, generation through to generation, finally ending
up in his hands. He loved it as all his ancestors had. He had a natural affinity
with plants and their ancestors.
„Where is it?‟ he thought. He hadn‟t read it in a long time and didn‟t know
where he had placed it. Caught up in his own thoughts, he carelessly
bumped into a wooden beam. Bert cursed himself for being so careless. A
soft tinkling sound filled the room. He bent down and groped the floor in
search of the source of the sound. His fingers touched cool metal. It was a
key.Written by Jeffrey Dean Fong during July-August, 2011
The key had an interesting design on it. A snake was winding its way down
the silver bar, terminating at a flat end. On it was engraved, „K~M‟. Bert
stood up slowly as if worried that a slight breeze would cause it to crumble
into dust. It didn‟t. Getting up, Bert noticed his book resting on the
mantelpiece. He pondered as to whether he should go over and get the
book or go and find the door this key belonged to. He decided to get the
book first as he thought that he might forget again. He walked tentatively
towards it, stepping over boxes and bits of paper. As he lifted the book off
the mantelpiece, he saw a small lion roaring. It was very well hidden, located
under a ledge. It looked quite odd on the plain mantelpiece; a bit similar to
the carvings his father made. Bert winced at the thought. He could
remember his father carving late into the night finally emerging from his
workroom proudly holding a small mouse or dog.
CHAPTER 4
PEERING closer, Bert realised that the mouth of the lion was in fact a
keyhole. It was heavily disguised but it could not fool Bert. Taking after his
father, he had extraordinary vision and could see a keyhole if there was one.
Bert reached into his tattered trouser‟s pockets and felt for the small, silver
key. He just knew it would fit.
A small bookshelf slid back revealing a bright room facing outside. Its lead
glass windows shimmered in the sun. In the walls were bookshelves with
green spines while a faded, Persian rug covered the wooden, parquetry floor.
In the middle of the room sat a low, mahogany table with a ornately carved
tree on it. Bert noticed a tarnished, small, brass plaque embedded into the
base.
Sir Gorden Martin
1752 Written by Jeffrey Dean Fong during July-August, 2011
Bert walked tentatively towards it, shaking like a leaf. After inspecting the
room for more clues about Sir Gorden Martin, he closed secret door and
pocketed the small key. He was still thinking about the tree carving as he
emerged from the attic. The sun casted a red glow all around Bert‟s room. It
was going down and there soon would be no light at all. He usually tried to
get to sleep before that because he was terrified about the ghost. It was a
common myth that the ghost of Kerry „Frog‟ Martin haunted the station
where he died on the 3
rd
of September, 1933.
Bert awoke from his sleep to the sound of honking and beeping of the many
cars that gridlocked the city roads. Above the noise, he could also hear the
sweet sound of birds chirping loudly. He walked out of the station to buy
some food to eat. He had brought the last of his money with him; $1. The
new decimal currency was a welcome change to the hassle of converting
pennies to shillings then to pounds. Bert had lost money before when a
careless cashier gave him the wrong change.
As he neared the bakery, he smelt the aroma of freshly baked bread
wharfing through the air. It was tantalising. Bert felt something stuck to his
trousers. When he turned around, he saw that a two dollar note had
plastered itself onto his pants. Bert thanked the heavens for this wonderful
gift and carefully peeled it off his trousers. It was crisp and clean; a new note.
CHAPTER 5
IN his room, Bert greedily finished the last of the loaf of bread. He then went
back to the attic to read some of the books on the bookshelf. The pages
were thin and yellow. Some were printed back in the 1800‟s. They were
mainly about plants and design but one was different. It had a small notch in
the back and was filled with nothing. Blank pages stared up towards Bert as if
beckoning him to come and fill them. Bert put the book back and looked
around for another book to read. A strange clunking sound emerged from
the bookshelf. Realising that it was a catch for another secret room, Bert Written by Jeffrey Dean Fong during July-August, 2011
stood back and waited. Nothing happened. Suddenly the floor beneath Bert
fell away and Bert felt himself falling.
The fall only lasted a few seconds but to Bert it felt like forever. At the
bottom of the pit was a circular, wood panelled room. On a table was a
three-legged table. On it was a rotting, wooden box. Bert inched closer. He
lifted the lid of the box and discovered a book. It was leather bound so the
person who owned it must have been rich. It was also old and starting to get
mouldy. The cover read,
‘The Diary of Kerry Martin’.
It sounded interesting so Bert sat down on a box and started to read.
CHAPTER 6
THE DIARY OF KERRY MARTIN
Wednesday 12
th
March, 1912
The police are out to get me. My hiding spot will be found out sooner or later. I need to
go. But I dont know where. Flillip‟s house is too far and dad‟s in custody. Ill go to my
woodland house.
Thursday 13
th
March, 1912
Im at my woodland house. The lights are broken; I need to replace them. Going to plan
my next murder. Neil Cansta. I love killing people. The place is Syc‟
The rest of the pages of the diary had been ripped out except for a few at
the back.
Monday 3
nd
September, 1933 Written by Jeffrey Dean Fong during July-August, 2011
Ive been hit. The police have caught me. They hit me with a poison dart at Elizabeth st. I
escaped though. Don‟t know how much time before I die.
Tuesday 4
th
September, 1933
Help! Whoever finds this diary after many of year, help. Im innocnet about Neil Casta.
Pegon got to him first.
The words became illegible. Obviously, Kerry had started to die due to the poison. Bert
was more confused than ever. After Bert went back to the parlour room, Bert saw a small
hallway. As he walked through it, dust flew up as if it had woken from a deep sleep. At
small windows let in light and a small, light flickered at the end. At the end, Bert saw an
old, rusted lever embedded firmly into the wall. When he pulled it, a door appeared. In
the other side of the door was the ballroom.
The door was cleverly hidden. From the ballroom, it looked like an innocent painting but
in the hall it was not visible unless you pulled the lever. The painting was of a perfectly
groomed man brandishing a sword. He was killing a small, fearful child bound up in rope.
The child had a frightened expression in it‟s face and was staring into the darkness. The
more Bert looked, the more the fog in the background looked like Flinders Street Station.
It was. A brass plaque stated that it was painted by Neil Casta and was titled, “The Killer
from Flinders”. The painting had an aura that Bert could not pin-point. It made Bert angry
and sad at the same time.
CHAPTER 7
BERT looked in the Flinders Street Library for a book about Kerry Martin. He found one,
nestled between two very large encyclopaedias that looked as though they had not
moved from that spot in years. The book was small with tiny, black writing. A green
pigeon adorned the cover along with the author‟s name in gold lettering. The book
called,
THE TRUTH ABOUT THE MARTIN‟S
As he sat down onto a large couch, he pondered whether or not he should tell the police
about Kerry Martin‟s diary. After all, he still was a murderer even though he didn‟t kill Neil. Written by Jeffrey Dean Fong during July-August, 2011
He decided against it as the police might think it was a fake and fine him. He didn‟t have
enough money for fines.
Bert hadn‟t finished the book yet when just then, the closing bell sounded. He wanted to
finish it so he tucked it under his over-coat and walked through the door. Back in his
room, he flipped through the pages until he found the one he was looking for.
About Them:
The Martin’s were the largest home-based gang in the whole of
Victoria. Their leader, Kerry Martin was 12 years old when he
killed his first person; an elderly man in his 70’s. The cause
of the attack is still unclear. Other members of the group
were Fiona Martin, Flillip Kant, Rowan and Lauran Keppler.
Another is still in hiding and has not been identified. Their
main base is in the basement of Flick’s ‘n’ Lick’s while they
have another base somewhere around Mt. Dandenong.
Someone had circled the words, „around Mt. Dandenong‟ in a red pen. Bert wondered
why. Maybe that person was looking for Kerry. Bert now knew that Kerry Martin worked in
a gang; not on his own. It would be easier and faster to kill someone in a group. It was
strange that Kerry hadn‟t mentioned the rest of the gang apart from Flillip in his diary. \
Bert finished the book and was just about to get up and go to sleep when he noticed the
author; Mabel Martin. He didn‟t know if it was a coincidence or not. Mabel could be
Kerry's sister. All of what he had read could have been a lie.
Like it?
Jeffrey signing off...
Enjoy! Post your thoughts in the comments section.
The Man of the
Station
PROLOGUE
3
RD
SEPTEMBER, 1933
KERRY Martin placed his old, battered diary in the small wooden case. He
knew that it would be the last time he saw it again. It was very quiet in the
small, wood panelled room. He could hear the thumping of his own heart. As
he closed the disguised hatch in the parlour, he felt tiny pricks of pain
erupting from his chest. The poison was working.
CHAPTER 1
1966
THE rain fell onto the river, causing small ripples as the droplets hit the
surface. Dark clouds loomed up above as if threatening to engulf the whole
of the city. No-one was about – except for the lone man in a grey overcoat
walking briskly towards the tram stop. His name was Bert X‟ssadia.
Drops of water fell from his drenched over-coat as he boarded the cabletram. As he patiently waited for his stop, he looked at the other passengers.
There were two people other than him. There was an old, wrinkly lady quietly Written by Jeffrey Dean Fong during July-August, 2011
knitting a very long scarf. The other person was a tall, young man dressed in
a business suit, a book in one hand and a briefcase in the other.
„Ding!‟ The bell awoke Bert to his senses. As he walked onto the road, he
gazed at the station. Flinders Street Station. As he stood under the green
copper dome, he wondered. Not about his future as he normally did; he
thought about his parents and how much he missed them; he wondered if
he had a sibling? And the attic. The warm, dusty and musty attic.
CHAPTER 2
BERT X‟ssadia lived in the station. It was his home. Ever since he could
remember, he had lived in the station. The only time when he had lived
somewhere different was when he went to live with his grandparents on the
sea-side. That house had burnt down in 1962 just like the Paddington Tram
Depot Fire. It had killed both of his grandparents.
As he clambered through the small and narrow opening in the wall of the
deserted platform, he wondered about his place. His Special Place. Years
ago, mechanics and electricians wandered through the corridors, fixing the
aged fittings and wires. Now, only Bert used them.
Saggy wires drooped from the ceiling having long broken free of their
cracked plastic hooks. Bert looked through a small crack in the brown plaster
onto the bustling Platform 15. A dull, „Red Rattler‟ train was waiting on the
platform. Its wooden carriages creaked loudly as commuters bustled on.
„Commuters with homes‟ thought Bert.
Inside his room were two doors. One lead to the bathroom (if you could call
it one) and the other to the attic. The bathroom had leaked for years and Written by Jeffrey Dean Fong during July-August, 2011
mould had taken over. It was everywhere. You could hear the chatter of the
people outside. Speaking about things like how the new currency was so
annoying or how John got caned by his teacher. Bert loved listening to these
conversations as they were his only means of contact to the outside world.
In the front room of his house, in one corner stood a rotten, sagging,
dilapidated wooden cupboard and in the other stood a small bed. In the
cupboard was all his clothes and one small, ornate box. It contained his
parents wedding photo. How many hours he looked at it during a day he
didn‟t know but all he knew was that he loved it. A lot.
CHAPTER 3
THE attic was warm. Above it was the ballroom-turned-lecture hall where
Victorian Railway Institute lectures were often held. Sunlight streamed in
through miniscule cracks in the tarnished, copper dome. The signs of age.
Bert shuffled around searching for his favourite book; The Origin of Species.
He loved the detail and descriptions as well as the detailed pictures.
It had been passed down, generation through to generation, finally ending
up in his hands. He loved it as all his ancestors had. He had a natural affinity
with plants and their ancestors.
„Where is it?‟ he thought. He hadn‟t read it in a long time and didn‟t know
where he had placed it. Caught up in his own thoughts, he carelessly
bumped into a wooden beam. Bert cursed himself for being so careless. A
soft tinkling sound filled the room. He bent down and groped the floor in
search of the source of the sound. His fingers touched cool metal. It was a
key.Written by Jeffrey Dean Fong during July-August, 2011
The key had an interesting design on it. A snake was winding its way down
the silver bar, terminating at a flat end. On it was engraved, „K~M‟. Bert
stood up slowly as if worried that a slight breeze would cause it to crumble
into dust. It didn‟t. Getting up, Bert noticed his book resting on the
mantelpiece. He pondered as to whether he should go over and get the
book or go and find the door this key belonged to. He decided to get the
book first as he thought that he might forget again. He walked tentatively
towards it, stepping over boxes and bits of paper. As he lifted the book off
the mantelpiece, he saw a small lion roaring. It was very well hidden, located
under a ledge. It looked quite odd on the plain mantelpiece; a bit similar to
the carvings his father made. Bert winced at the thought. He could
remember his father carving late into the night finally emerging from his
workroom proudly holding a small mouse or dog.
CHAPTER 4
PEERING closer, Bert realised that the mouth of the lion was in fact a
keyhole. It was heavily disguised but it could not fool Bert. Taking after his
father, he had extraordinary vision and could see a keyhole if there was one.
Bert reached into his tattered trouser‟s pockets and felt for the small, silver
key. He just knew it would fit.
A small bookshelf slid back revealing a bright room facing outside. Its lead
glass windows shimmered in the sun. In the walls were bookshelves with
green spines while a faded, Persian rug covered the wooden, parquetry floor.
In the middle of the room sat a low, mahogany table with a ornately carved
tree on it. Bert noticed a tarnished, small, brass plaque embedded into the
base.
Sir Gorden Martin
1752 Written by Jeffrey Dean Fong during July-August, 2011
Bert walked tentatively towards it, shaking like a leaf. After inspecting the
room for more clues about Sir Gorden Martin, he closed secret door and
pocketed the small key. He was still thinking about the tree carving as he
emerged from the attic. The sun casted a red glow all around Bert‟s room. It
was going down and there soon would be no light at all. He usually tried to
get to sleep before that because he was terrified about the ghost. It was a
common myth that the ghost of Kerry „Frog‟ Martin haunted the station
where he died on the 3
rd
of September, 1933.
Bert awoke from his sleep to the sound of honking and beeping of the many
cars that gridlocked the city roads. Above the noise, he could also hear the
sweet sound of birds chirping loudly. He walked out of the station to buy
some food to eat. He had brought the last of his money with him; $1. The
new decimal currency was a welcome change to the hassle of converting
pennies to shillings then to pounds. Bert had lost money before when a
careless cashier gave him the wrong change.
As he neared the bakery, he smelt the aroma of freshly baked bread
wharfing through the air. It was tantalising. Bert felt something stuck to his
trousers. When he turned around, he saw that a two dollar note had
plastered itself onto his pants. Bert thanked the heavens for this wonderful
gift and carefully peeled it off his trousers. It was crisp and clean; a new note.
CHAPTER 5
IN his room, Bert greedily finished the last of the loaf of bread. He then went
back to the attic to read some of the books on the bookshelf. The pages
were thin and yellow. Some were printed back in the 1800‟s. They were
mainly about plants and design but one was different. It had a small notch in
the back and was filled with nothing. Blank pages stared up towards Bert as if
beckoning him to come and fill them. Bert put the book back and looked
around for another book to read. A strange clunking sound emerged from
the bookshelf. Realising that it was a catch for another secret room, Bert Written by Jeffrey Dean Fong during July-August, 2011
stood back and waited. Nothing happened. Suddenly the floor beneath Bert
fell away and Bert felt himself falling.
The fall only lasted a few seconds but to Bert it felt like forever. At the
bottom of the pit was a circular, wood panelled room. On a table was a
three-legged table. On it was a rotting, wooden box. Bert inched closer. He
lifted the lid of the box and discovered a book. It was leather bound so the
person who owned it must have been rich. It was also old and starting to get
mouldy. The cover read,
‘The Diary of Kerry Martin’.
It sounded interesting so Bert sat down on a box and started to read.
CHAPTER 6
THE DIARY OF KERRY MARTIN
Wednesday 12
th
March, 1912
The police are out to get me. My hiding spot will be found out sooner or later. I need to
go. But I dont know where. Flillip‟s house is too far and dad‟s in custody. Ill go to my
woodland house.
Thursday 13
th
March, 1912
Im at my woodland house. The lights are broken; I need to replace them. Going to plan
my next murder. Neil Cansta. I love killing people. The place is Syc‟
The rest of the pages of the diary had been ripped out except for a few at
the back.
Monday 3
nd
September, 1933 Written by Jeffrey Dean Fong during July-August, 2011
Ive been hit. The police have caught me. They hit me with a poison dart at Elizabeth st. I
escaped though. Don‟t know how much time before I die.
Tuesday 4
th
September, 1933
Help! Whoever finds this diary after many of year, help. Im innocnet about Neil Casta.
Pegon got to him first.
The words became illegible. Obviously, Kerry had started to die due to the poison. Bert
was more confused than ever. After Bert went back to the parlour room, Bert saw a small
hallway. As he walked through it, dust flew up as if it had woken from a deep sleep. At
small windows let in light and a small, light flickered at the end. At the end, Bert saw an
old, rusted lever embedded firmly into the wall. When he pulled it, a door appeared. In
the other side of the door was the ballroom.
The door was cleverly hidden. From the ballroom, it looked like an innocent painting but
in the hall it was not visible unless you pulled the lever. The painting was of a perfectly
groomed man brandishing a sword. He was killing a small, fearful child bound up in rope.
The child had a frightened expression in it‟s face and was staring into the darkness. The
more Bert looked, the more the fog in the background looked like Flinders Street Station.
It was. A brass plaque stated that it was painted by Neil Casta and was titled, “The Killer
from Flinders”. The painting had an aura that Bert could not pin-point. It made Bert angry
and sad at the same time.
CHAPTER 7
BERT looked in the Flinders Street Library for a book about Kerry Martin. He found one,
nestled between two very large encyclopaedias that looked as though they had not
moved from that spot in years. The book was small with tiny, black writing. A green
pigeon adorned the cover along with the author‟s name in gold lettering. The book
called,
THE TRUTH ABOUT THE MARTIN‟S
As he sat down onto a large couch, he pondered whether or not he should tell the police
about Kerry Martin‟s diary. After all, he still was a murderer even though he didn‟t kill Neil. Written by Jeffrey Dean Fong during July-August, 2011
He decided against it as the police might think it was a fake and fine him. He didn‟t have
enough money for fines.
Bert hadn‟t finished the book yet when just then, the closing bell sounded. He wanted to
finish it so he tucked it under his over-coat and walked through the door. Back in his
room, he flipped through the pages until he found the one he was looking for.
About Them:
The Martin’s were the largest home-based gang in the whole of
Victoria. Their leader, Kerry Martin was 12 years old when he
killed his first person; an elderly man in his 70’s. The cause
of the attack is still unclear. Other members of the group
were Fiona Martin, Flillip Kant, Rowan and Lauran Keppler.
Another is still in hiding and has not been identified. Their
main base is in the basement of Flick’s ‘n’ Lick’s while they
have another base somewhere around Mt. Dandenong.
Someone had circled the words, „around Mt. Dandenong‟ in a red pen. Bert wondered
why. Maybe that person was looking for Kerry. Bert now knew that Kerry Martin worked in
a gang; not on his own. It would be easier and faster to kill someone in a group. It was
strange that Kerry hadn‟t mentioned the rest of the gang apart from Flillip in his diary. \
Bert finished the book and was just about to get up and go to sleep when he noticed the
author; Mabel Martin. He didn‟t know if it was a coincidence or not. Mabel could be
Kerry's sister. All of what he had read could have been a lie.
Like it?
Jeffrey signing off...
Monday, August 29, 2011
End of Competition Tommorrow
Well,
Tommorrow's the end of the competition so as I haven't recieved any entries, i will release it to the public. Sorry, you had your chance!
Jeffrey signing off...
Tommorrow's the end of the competition so as I haven't recieved any entries, i will release it to the public. Sorry, you had your chance!
Jeffrey signing off...
The Word Spy
hello,
I've just started reading, The Return of the Word Spy. It is really good. If you haven't read it or the first book, The Word Spy, I recommend it.
Here is a puzzle I made:
Find the Answer:
Zebras Obviously Barking
To find the answer, read more by clicking on the link below1 (Don't worry it doesn't take you to a site filled with malicious software and viruses that take over your computer and renders it useless until the IT person comes and fixes it for you; really, it doesn't - hopefully it doesn't).
I've just started reading, The Return of the Word Spy. It is really good. If you haven't read it or the first book, The Word Spy, I recommend it.
Here is a puzzle I made:
Find the Answer:
Zebras Obviously Barking
To find the answer, read more by clicking on the link below1 (Don't worry it doesn't take you to a site filled with malicious software and viruses that take over your computer and renders it useless until the IT person comes and fixes it for you; really, it doesn't - hopefully it doesn't).
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Come here Doggy!
Sit!
Good Doggy!
Today's word, as hinted in the two phrases above, is Latin. Yes, Latin! I know it's not English but is still understood by many people. Canis lupus familiaris. The scientific name for a domesticated dog. Its understood by scientists and zoo keeper (probably).
In a sentence:
Dog
Do-g
Canis lupus familiaris
A species in the genus Canis that is a common household pet.
Dictionary meanings are hard! All that pronunciation guide and meaning wears a little boy out!
So, bye!
Jeffrey signing off...
Good Doggy!
Today's word, as hinted in the two phrases above, is Latin. Yes, Latin! I know it's not English but is still understood by many people. Canis lupus familiaris. The scientific name for a domesticated dog. Its understood by scientists and zoo keeper (probably).
In a sentence:
Dog
Do-g
Canis lupus familiaris
A species in the genus Canis that is a common household pet.
Dictionary meanings are hard! All that pronunciation guide and meaning wears a little boy out!
So, bye!
Jeffrey signing off...
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Expansion Pack 1
Greetings readers,
This is the first More Words Expansion Pack. Now, down to basics; for the first few packs, we'll discover common words and thei origins.
Then we will go on obscure ones. Ready?
3...2...1...Start!
A
One thing
In a sentence:
I have a dog.
I
Yourself
In a sentence:
I have a dog.
You
Referring to someone else
In a sentence:
You also have a dog.
He
Indirectly referring to a male
In a sentence:
He has a dog.
She
Opposite of he.
In a sentence:
She has two dogs.
The
Something or someone
In a sentence:
The dog was brown.
Phew! All done for today. See you tomorrow!
Jeffrey signing off...
This is the first More Words Expansion Pack. Now, down to basics; for the first few packs, we'll discover common words and thei origins.
Then we will go on obscure ones. Ready?
3...2...1...Start!
A
One thing
In a sentence:
I have a dog.
I
Yourself
In a sentence:
I have a dog.
You
Referring to someone else
In a sentence:
You also have a dog.
He
Indirectly referring to a male
In a sentence:
He has a dog.
She
Opposite of he.
In a sentence:
She has two dogs.
The
Something or someone
In a sentence:
The dog was brown.
Phew! All done for today. See you tomorrow!
Jeffrey signing off...
Friday, August 26, 2011
Garlic Mayo
Hello
Today's word is aioli! It means garlic mayonnaise. I don't know if that is the most delicious thing in the world...
Un a sentence:
The restaurant served vegetables with aoili mayonnaise.
Jeffrey signing off...
P.S I was a bit busy today; hence the short post. Sorry!
Today's word is aioli! It means garlic mayonnaise. I don't know if that is the most delicious thing in the world...
Un a sentence:
The restaurant served vegetables with aoili mayonnaise.
Jeffrey signing off...
P.S I was a bit busy today; hence the short post. Sorry!
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Three Blind Mice
Hello,
Are you mice? Have you been told about the three blind mice? Are you scared of being blinded? Well, have no fear! Jeffrey's here! Buy your anti-abacinater mask for only two cheese crumbs! Hurry, stocks are limited.
Buy your today at Jeffrey's Online Cheese and Stuffs shop.
Haha. That was not real. Just a joke. But abacinate is a word. It means to blind someone by putting a red, hot uiron bar/poker on the victims eyes. Aaahh!
In a sentence:
the three, blind mice were not abacinated.
Jeffrey signing off...
Are you mice? Have you been told about the three blind mice? Are you scared of being blinded? Well, have no fear! Jeffrey's here! Buy your anti-abacinater mask for only two cheese crumbs! Hurry, stocks are limited.
Buy your today at Jeffrey's Online Cheese and Stuffs shop.
Haha. That was not real. Just a joke. But abacinate is a word. It means to blind someone by putting a red, hot uiron bar/poker on the victims eyes. Aaahh!
In a sentence:
the three, blind mice were not abacinated.
Jeffrey signing off...
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
More Words Expansion Pack
Dear Readers,
Every week, I will release an extra bit of fun stuff for you. However, this 'More Words Expansion Pack' costs only AUD $0.01 cents. That rounds down to AUD $0.00! Free! To subscribe to this pack, simply e-mail me at, jeffrey.fong1@gmail.com, with your name and word to feature in it. Yes, that's right, here's your chance to be feautured in an edition of The Blog of Many Words! The first edition wil be posted on Saturday. See you then!
Today's word is emetology. Or, the study of vomit or emeting. People actually study vomiting! That's a new fact for all your peeps.
In a sentence:
The woman in the lab coat was actually a person that studies emetology.
Jeffrey signing off.
P.S The More Words Expansion Pack may or may not come out. You decide.
Every week, I will release an extra bit of fun stuff for you. However, this 'More Words Expansion Pack' costs only AUD $0.01 cents. That rounds down to AUD $0.00! Free! To subscribe to this pack, simply e-mail me at, jeffrey.fong1@gmail.com, with your name and word to feature in it. Yes, that's right, here's your chance to be feautured in an edition of The Blog of Many Words! The first edition wil be posted on Saturday. See you then!
Today's word is emetology. Or, the study of vomit or emeting. People actually study vomiting! That's a new fact for all your peeps.
In a sentence:
The woman in the lab coat was actually a person that studies emetology.
Jeffrey signing off.
P.S The More Words Expansion Pack may or may not come out. You decide.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
A Wedge of Numbers
Hello!
Today, the word of the day is sphenic.
Maths Lesson
It is commonly used with 'number' to denote a number that is the product of three different prime numbers. However, the word by itself means wedge shaped. As a wedge has three corners, a sphenic number has three primes.
In a sentence:
The knife was sphenic.
That's it for now,
Jeffrey signing off...
Today, the word of the day is sphenic.
Maths Lesson
It is commonly used with 'number' to denote a number that is the product of three different prime numbers. However, the word by itself means wedge shaped. As a wedge has three corners, a sphenic number has three primes.
In a sentence:
The knife was sphenic.
That's it for now,
Jeffrey signing off...
Monday, August 22, 2011
The Lung Word
Hello there!
Today's word is a 'lung' word (no pun intended). Something to do with inhalation of fine silica dust causing inflammation and distress. yes, that's right, it's the legendary word; pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis! It is both a lung word and a long word. Ha ha! Hmm, three '!''s! Make that four. It's pretty hard to pronounce but here's a tip. Just start with new-mono-ultra-microscopic-silico-volcano-nio-sis.
In a sentence:
The old man had Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis due to him being the manager of a building company.
Jeffrey signing off!
Today's word is a 'lung' word (no pun intended). Something to do with inhalation of fine silica dust causing inflammation and distress. yes, that's right, it's the legendary word; pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis! It is both a lung word and a long word. Ha ha! Hmm, three '!''s! Make that four. It's pretty hard to pronounce but here's a tip. Just start with new-mono-ultra-microscopic-silico-volcano-nio-sis.
In a sentence:
The old man had Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis due to him being the manager of a building company.
Jeffrey signing off!
Sunday, August 21, 2011
The Answer to the Yellow, Yellow Question
...
Uhhh; how many 'uhh's have I said? Two? Oh
Hello curious readers,
Welcome to the:
The Answer to the Yellow, Yellow Question!!!!
It was xanthic !
As you can probably guess, it means yellow.
In a sentence:
The bright, xanthic rays of sunlight, burst through the dark, gloomy clouds.
That's it from me,
Jeffrey signing off!
Uhhh; how many 'uhh's have I said? Two? Oh
Hello curious readers,
Welcome to the:
The Answer to the Yellow, Yellow Question!!!!
It was xanthic !
As you can probably guess, it means yellow.
In a sentence:
The bright, xanthic rays of sunlight, burst through the dark, gloomy clouds.
That's it from me,
Jeffrey signing off!
The Yellow, Yellow Sun
Hello,
The Sun is Shining,
It's xanthic ray of light,
Dancing on the lining,
of, the -uh- big, red mite!
Today's obscure and archaic word is hidden in the lines of this *lovely* poem. Yes it's:
Go to the next post to see if you were right!
Jeffrey writing the next post...
The Sun is Shining,
It's xanthic ray of light,
Dancing on the lining,
of, the -uh- big, red mite!
Today's obscure and archaic word is hidden in the lines of this *lovely* poem. Yes it's:
Go to the next post to see if you were right!
Jeffrey writing the next post...
Saturday, August 20, 2011
A Blue, Blue Glass of Home!
Hello Readers and Bloggers,
Today's word is a word to describe your grandma's fine china. Some bowls and cups have a nice, blue pattern on it. This is called *drumroll* smalt ! It is made of cobolt oxide and the deep blue colour is from the oxidization.
In a sentence:
The plate had a smalt pattern on it.
Well, bye everyone!
Jeffrey signing off...
Today's word is a word to describe your grandma's fine china. Some bowls and cups have a nice, blue pattern on it. This is called *drumroll* smalt ! It is made of cobolt oxide and the deep blue colour is from the oxidization.
In a sentence:
The plate had a smalt pattern on it.
Well, bye everyone!
Jeffrey signing off...
Friday, August 19, 2011
A Very Very Very 'I' Word
Hello,
The last post was about mouths, so I figured that this word would be about eyes. Now, many people have eyes of different colours. Some green, some hazel, some brown but what do the people with two eyes of a 'different' colour call themselves? The answer; heterochromic!
In a sentence:
The poor, old man with a green eye and a blue eye was heterochromic.
It's a rather obscure word so thats why it here!
Anyway, the deadline for the contest is coming up so you'd better get a movie on!
Jeffrey signing off!
The last post was about mouths, so I figured that this word would be about eyes. Now, many people have eyes of different colours. Some green, some hazel, some brown but what do the people with two eyes of a 'different' colour call themselves? The answer; heterochromic!
In a sentence:
The poor, old man with a green eye and a blue eye was heterochromic.
It's a rather obscure word so thats why it here!
Anyway, the deadline for the contest is coming up so you'd better get a movie on!
Jeffrey signing off!
Thursday, August 18, 2011
A Word For A Group Of Foodies
Hello Readers,
It's Thursday and I love food so today's word has something to do with food as hinted in the last post. The word is what many children do;licking the plate.
It is catillate. It means do lick dishes.
In a sentence,
The young children's mother told them to not catillate the dishes.
In other news now, today waay back in 1967 The Rolling Stones release, 'We Love You'.
So fire up your tape player and listen to some good-old Rock 'n' Roll music!
Jeffrey Fong signing off...
It's Thursday and I love food so today's word has something to do with food as hinted in the last post. The word is what many children do;licking the plate.
It is catillate. It means do lick dishes.
In a sentence,
The young children's mother told them to not catillate the dishes.
In other news now, today waay back in 1967 The Rolling Stones release, 'We Love You'.
So fire up your tape player and listen to some good-old Rock 'n' Roll music!
Jeffrey Fong signing off...
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
New Name for the Blog
Hello readers,
As you may or may not of noticed, I have changed the name of the blog. It is no longer the Obscure Words Blog as it didn't really sound nice. Now it is the Blog of Many Words or, BMW.
I just realized that BMW is a registered trademark so sorry BMW!
Anyway, I wanted to tell you that and that I am open to any suggestions that you think I should add like a weekly column or something. Like that. if you want to contribute, you can e-mail me at my e-mail address as stated in Post 2.
Bye and Sayanaro from Jeffrey!
(Japanese)
As you may or may not of noticed, I have changed the name of the blog. It is no longer the Obscure Words Blog as it didn't really sound nice. Now it is the Blog of Many Words or, BMW.
I just realized that BMW is a registered trademark so sorry BMW!
Anyway, I wanted to tell you that and that I am open to any suggestions that you think I should add like a weekly column or something. Like that. if you want to contribute, you can e-mail me at my e-mail address as stated in Post 2.
Bye and Sayanaro from Jeffrey!
(Japanese)
Two Times A Day!
Hello Readers!
This is the SECOND post today! Wow! Well I just posted to tell you that if no-one enters the competition, I will release the story on the blog for everyone to read. So if you want a sneak peek, post your entry!
Here is a question.
What is your favorite colour?
Mine is yellow. Post yours in this format:
My favourite colour/color is (your colour).
Well, Jeffrey signing off!
P.S Next word is something to do with food. Hmm...
This is the SECOND post today! Wow! Well I just posted to tell you that if no-one enters the competition, I will release the story on the blog for everyone to read. So if you want a sneak peek, post your entry!
Here is a question.
What is your favorite colour?
Mine is yellow. Post yours in this format:
My favourite colour/color is (your colour).
Well, Jeffrey signing off!
P.S Next word is something to do with food. Hmm...
The Green Woodpecker
Today's obscure word is *drumroll* eqwal! Yes, 'w' instead of 'u'! Can you guess what it means? There's a clue hidden in this post. Don't look in the title please. The answer is a green woodpecker.
In a sentence:
Today, while walking in the woods, I saw an eqwal.
Now, submit your entries today! Also, here's a list of some words you can use:
Heterochromia
Childer
Hurple
Clowder
Mulm
Balbo
There are many more so get cracking!
In a sentence:
Today, while walking in the woods, I saw an eqwal.
Now, submit your entries today! Also, here's a list of some words you can use:
Heterochromia
Childer
Hurple
Clowder
Mulm
Balbo
There are many more so get cracking!
Monday, August 15, 2011
COMPETITION!
Hello again! This time I have made a competition for You! You can get a special preview of my latest novel; the Man of the Station! To win, simply send me an e-mail at jeffrey.fong1@gmail.com with your name, e-mail and a paragraph of your OWN writing describing the meaning of any archaic or obscure word.
You can enter two times only and the runner-up will get a 'smaller' preview.
Get submitting those entries today. It's only open till 30th of August so you'd better be quick!
Jeffrey signing off!
You can enter two times only and the runner-up will get a 'smaller' preview.
Get submitting those entries today. It's only open till 30th of August so you'd better be quick!
Jeffrey signing off!
The Gry Puzzle - Solved!
Hello fellow bloggers and readers,
This is the Obscure Words Blog where I will post obscure words (words that aren't used often) and try to put it in a sentence. Post it (the word) in a sentence in the comments and I might add it in a special post!
Have fun reading about obscure words.
Bye!
Note: This blog is NOT updated daily. It is updated when-ever I feel like it. Okay?
The Gry Puzzle
The Gry Puzzle is a puzzle where a person must find a word ending in -gry. The two most common words are 'angry' and 'hungry'. Some people put in 'gry' as their word however this word does not end with -gry; it IS gry. I have searched many dictionaries to find a word that fits. I found it and it is:
Aggry
From Wikipedia:
Aggry beads (also spelt 'aggrey beads' are a type of glass bead [1] from Ghana. They are also called Koli, Cori, Kor, Segi, Accori, or Ekeur. They are decorated glass beads and are used by West Africans as ornaments in necklaces, bracelets and other jewellery. One bead can cost €15.
So now you can answer 'aggry' whenever someone asks you the question!
This is the Obscure Words Blog where I will post obscure words (words that aren't used often) and try to put it in a sentence. Post it (the word) in a sentence in the comments and I might add it in a special post!
Have fun reading about obscure words.
Bye!
Note: This blog is NOT updated daily. It is updated when-ever I feel like it. Okay?
The Gry Puzzle
The Gry Puzzle is a puzzle where a person must find a word ending in -gry. The two most common words are 'angry' and 'hungry'. Some people put in 'gry' as their word however this word does not end with -gry; it IS gry. I have searched many dictionaries to find a word that fits. I found it and it is:
Aggry
From Wikipedia:
Aggry beads (also spelt 'aggrey beads' are a type of glass bead [1] from Ghana. They are also called Koli, Cori, Kor, Segi, Accori, or Ekeur. They are decorated glass beads and are used by West Africans as ornaments in necklaces, bracelets and other jewellery. One bead can cost €15.
So now you can answer 'aggry' whenever someone asks you the question!
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