tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21107037137315132762024-03-05T17:40:21.917-08:00Writings of a Panda AuthorAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15826954565471877486noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2110703713731513276.post-28862320589407965142016-12-30T16:22:00.001-08:002017-06-10T20:46:54.998-07:00Flowers Of Evil Prologue<br />
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<b>Flowers of Evil</b></div>
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The tip of the silver blade rolled against his arm, carving a mark of the incognito who gripped the knife. A slight chortle came from their closed lips, amused at how easy it is for flesh to open on a Normal. Incognito, was masked in a fine black cloak and wore a beautiful masquerade mask that smiled at the corpse. The edge of the long knife slipped off the skin, turning there head to the illuminating full moon that peered over their small body.<br />
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"With the blood of a Moneyed, I give to thee." They held the knife up, allowing the thick red liquid to descend from the tip,<br />
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"I am the moon and the moon is me. You give me power and I give you thee. The sacrifice will be complete on the second full moon. Just you wait! And then the real fun will begin." They turned away from the lunar moon and to the dead body that was slumped over on its back against the rail of The Sacred Fountain.<br />
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They lifted their foot and kicked the body into the fountain. Blood drained from the corpse, dying the water with its red color. Laughter came from Incognito as they trotted away, vanishing within the darkness of the sleeping town.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15826954565471877486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2110703713731513276.post-72532830238559690702016-01-14T15:20:00.004-08:002016-01-14T15:20:39.306-08:00Happy New Year!I know I havent posted anything in a while but happy new year, even though its belated. I've been swamped with both parties and work since the new year started but hey I've got fantastic news! Thy Broken Mind; The White Book, is nearly finished. I just had FastPencil print it out for me to see how it looks because I am blind to the errors I see on the computer so I needed to make sure it was perfect for the agents I will be sending too! I'll even post pictures of my cover and back cover I made.<br />
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Anyway, of course with the new year comes new goals! It seems that after a year of complete and utter angsty darkness with heavy topics such as rape, torture, mental illness- my mind has wandered off to the innocent side of life(thank you god) and decided I will be working on a children's novel.<br />
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Something a child around the first or second grade would be willing to read, maybe even a third grader. I wanted this novel to be that very first novel to get kids hooked on reading. You remember that time when you picked up your very first book and devoured it because it was so damn good. Then you read another and another and finally you have about 150 book collection by the time you're 13.<br />
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I wanted this small childrens novel to be that good. Good part is that it doesn't take me very long to write it, maybe three months if I'm consistent. Bad part- Im a little too frightened it might be extreme and a tad dark. SOOOO Im having a friend read over my draft of the first chapter to see how it goes. If it goes well, then great! Bring on 30 more chapters if it doesnt, I'll have to sit back down and rethink this more carefully.<br />
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Other than childrens novel, there is also the other parts of Thy Broken Mind I will be writing and finishing up within the next year(easily. Maybe even two). And that shit goes like this<br />
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<i>Thy Broken Soul(Prequal)</i><br />
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<i>Thy Broken Mind(main)</i><br />
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<i>Thy Broken Doll(Side)</i><br />
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So now I've got a bunch of work to go do and look out for the next chapter of Above The Water, Pumpkin Pau's and I interactive story :)<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15826954565471877486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2110703713731513276.post-51792916979922430242015-11-05T22:43:00.002-08:002015-11-05T22:43:49.588-08:00My Blue Roses/ Song Bird Ch. 1<h4 style="text-align: center;">
It's Everyday, huh?</h4>
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I could feel the sun creep into the room. It warmth caused me to roll over on the other side of my body which ached. I havent slept on that side since the night began. I could hear the chimes of the chains rustle underneath the blankets. I stretch my arms over the multiple pillows. My fingertips brushed up against the headboard of the queen size bed. My legs sprawled out, rattling the chains that was locked around my left ankle.<br />
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"I've gotta get up..." I moan, kicking the covers off me as if I was a child.<br />
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I scratch my eyelids, feeling the sand in the corners. Finally my eyes opened and I gawked around the room, excepting the usual. When I found it, I nearly killed myself trying to dash over to it. There, on top of my marble desk, was a bouquet of fresh red roses. Something he brings me when he visits. I lift up the bouquet in my hands and pressed them against my face. Inhaling the sweet smell I could get drunk off of.<br />
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I mutter, "They're so pretty." I set them back down and ran the tip of my finger around the rim of the petals.<br />
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I sigh, "He must be waiting for me! I shouldn't dwindle in my room like this!"<br />
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My barefeet hit up against the tile flooring as I walked over and entered my closet. I changed out of my pajama dress- the one he loves seeing me wear- and into a beautiful summer dress. I trot over to the double doors and pull them open. Gently I ambled down the glass hallway. The one I absolutely loved in this mansion. On the right, there were always beautiful rococo paintings that date back in the late hundreds that hung on the walls. Whenever I walk by, I always say hello to each and every painting. I looked down at the glass floor that reflected my image. On the left, where these huge windows. I pondered who would make windows that big? Even though there were curtains draping beside them, they continued to shut in the darkness. And so I would open them, letting the sun and the moon light glimmer in. The night time, is my favorite time. That's when this mansion automatically shuts down because he rigged it too. And the only thing that shines in is the moonlight.<br />
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Eventually, I come to the two double curved staircases and softly I stepped down on the first step.<br />
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"Rylan!" I called out happily.<br />
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I awaited for him to reply but there was only silence in return. I was about to call out his name again. "Ry-" Were the only words I muttered out of my mouth before a harsh slam cut my words off. The noise caused me to jump back in fright but also had me step forward in curiosity.<br />
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A man screamed out a horrible, <b>"No!"</b><br />
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The double doors to his office broke open, almost tearing off the henges. A large round man dashed out of the office and my heart stopped. Behind him, was Rylan whose body was transforming into a monster right before my eyes. He caught the man by the collar of his shirt and slammed him against the marble floor.<br />
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<b><i>"No no please!!"</i></b> The man cried. Rylan pointed the gun- the one that I'm too familiar with- to this mans head and pulled the trigger. The sound echoed throughout the mansion and pierced through my head. I gave out a small cry and his angry eyes glared at me. "Sweetheart." He spoke in that sweet tone. Holding his arms out towards me and dropping the gun onto the floor.<br />
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"No..." I shook my head. Slowly slipping back up the stairs.<br />
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<b>"Come here!"</b> He shrieked. I could feel myself, obeying to him, like the bitch I am. Softly I descended down the stairs, my arms locking to my side and my fear filled eyes staring at him. Once I stepped off the last step, he marched over to me and snatched a fist full of my hair.<br />
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<i>"Ow ow ow!"</i> I muttered underneath my voice.<br />
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"What the fuck were you doing backing away from me?!" His voice hissed at me as he slammed down on the cold hard floor. "I-I-I" I stuttered, trying to find an excuse. But his anger didn't wait for me to speak and neither did his fist.<br />
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His rage beat me until I couldn't move for a week. Everyday after that, he brought me those beautiful blue roses that meant <i>'I'm sorry'.</i> He knew I loved them. I loved them more than the red roses. He cared for me that week, until I was healed. I suppose- it was a light beating. Normally I wouldn't be able to move for a month.<br />
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One night, he cuddled up to me and whispered sweetly in my ear, "I love you...Songbird." I could feel a small tear fall down my cheek as I replied, "I love you too, Rylan."<br />
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<i>This...This is what happens everyday, huh? </i><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">Recently I was looking for a small skit I had wrote for shits and giggles and found one of my most darkest stories that was more about spousal abuse, kidnap, etc. I had wrote it for the phone app Penned when I did a guest post for them a year ago(almost two) and many people enjoyed the story for some reason...? Anyway here is My Blue Roses aka SongBird. A collection of short stories about a woman named Song Bird.</span></div>
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I had always loved him<br />
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The way he smiled at me<br />
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The way he laughed when we joked around<br />
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The way he held me and kissed me</div>
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It was all too great for someone like me</div>
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His dark colored eyes glared at me like a hawk</div>
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A hawk who has caught his little song bird</div>
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In his sharp claws</div>
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I have the urge to go near the large window and softly touch it</div>
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My chain rattles in the empty large mansion </div>
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I'm being kept hostage in</div>
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They are on me </div>
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To remind me constantly</div>
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That I am </div>
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His and his only</div>
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I am</div>
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The Pumpkin King thought about it<br />
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Helping this child return home<br />
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To a place where they belonged<br />
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His mind accepted this thought<br />
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Yet his heart<br />
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Was conflicted with pain<br />
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He couldn't part with something he loved<br />
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<b>N o t a g a i n</b><br />
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And so keeping this child a secret<br />
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Away from the world he ruled<br />
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He told this child<br />
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To never leave the palace grounds<br />
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Ever again<br />
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But this child<br />
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Needed to return home<br />
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Suggested The Pumpkins Kings good friend,<br />
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Whom wore a split personality,<br />
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For this child<br />
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May perhaps be missing<br />
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And their guardians<br />
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Might be worried<br />
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<span style="color: orange;">Chapter Seven</span></h2>
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This child<br />
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Reminded him of his Roses<br />
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How innocent and pure<br />
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Curious yet humorous<br />
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The way she smiled<br />
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Not afraid of him<br />
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And so he let the child stay with him<br />
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Filling his sorrowful heart<br />
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With a small bit of happiness<br />
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<span style="color: orange;">Chapter Six</span></h2>
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He assumed that<br />
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This child<br />
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Who didn't appear to be his kind<br />
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Would surely be frightened by his<br />
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Gruesome figure<br />
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Of lengthy darkness<br />
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Bones<br />
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And of course, a pumpkin head<br />
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Yet this child<br />
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Smiled at him<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15826954565471877486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2110703713731513276.post-12158977216975348502015-10-23T12:50:00.002-07:002015-10-23T13:03:09.786-07:00The Pumpkin Kings Daughter Prologue 5<h2>
<span style="color: orange;">Chapter Five</span></h2>
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His long fingers<br />
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Danced on the strings of the cello<br />
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That he played melancholy<br />
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The sad song echoes throughout<br />
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Yet suddenly<br />
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A gust of wind blows his window open<br />
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And a child is swept in<br />
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He sets his cello down<br />
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And catches this child with his long arms<br />
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This child<br />
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Opens their eyes<br />
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And stares directly at<br />
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The Pumpkin King<br />
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They wondered<br />
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If he was going to live<br />
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They knew he loved his Roses<br />
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But the sudden death of she<br />
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Was enough to rattle their country<br />
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They pondered<br />
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If he will get better<br />
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<i><b>The Poor Pumpkin King</b></i><br />
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He somber<br />
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He sank<br />
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And screamed<br />
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Though nothing could fill<br />
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His misery<br />
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She laid there<br />
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In a coffin filled with Roses<br />
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Her soft-skinned face<br />
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Forever in grace<br />
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Her hands placed near her heart<br />
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Though he wished<br />
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She would awaken<br />
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And leave the whispers of death behind<br />
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Cackling bones<br />
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Cracking voices<br />
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The silence echoes<br />
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And the trees gleam<br />
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But the Pumpkin King<br />
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Mourns<br />
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Over the lost of its Roses<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15826954565471877486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2110703713731513276.post-71087932639037748542015-10-06T14:46:00.002-07:002015-10-06T14:46:58.250-07:00Disappearance, Children's Book and More!<div style="text-align: center;">
Hiya folks! :) Its been a while eh? I've been extremely busy lately so I apologize for my sudden disappearance but I have some really cool things I've been working on. First off, my childrens book was finally published on Amazon! Yaaaay!!! You can check it out<span style="color: red;"> </span><b><a href="http://goo.gl/nEuAzj" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">here</span></a>! </b></div>
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Im pretty happy about it and thank you to <b><a href="https://twitter.com/laisita19" target="_blank">Nadia</a></b> for drawing such beautiful art :) [insert a round of applause] And thank you to <b><a href="http://con8501.wix.com/lightbooks" target="_blank">Light Books</a></b> for making it happen! Woo hoo~ </div>
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Secondly, Thy Broken Mind is nearly complete and ready to be sent to agents! This time Im serious, just weeks away from me finishing it. Its been such a journey with this got damn book. I hope the query letters I've been working on can reel in an agent! </div>
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Thirdly, I am participating in the <a href="http://lacaf.org/?event=awareness-fundraiser" target="_blank"><b>Ataxia Fundraiser</b></a> with a bunch of really cool authors that Melissa Ann brought together to create This Beautiful Escape<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25810779-this-beautiful-escape" target="_blank"> <b>Volume 1</b></a> and <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25824877-this-beautiful-escape-2" target="_blank"><b>Volume 2</b></a>. All proceedings will go to the Ataxia Canada so when the books do release please buy them!</div>
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Last...[sighs] Is NaNoWriMo. This is my fourth year and I wasnt prepared for it. This is worse than last year seeing as how October snuck up on me. I thought I wouldnt do it this year so to get myself out of that harsh rut, I told myself that the book I write this time should be published around January/Febuary of next year. Knowing me, I couldnt back down at the thought of something magical being published by me so I decided to do my all time favorite short story that I created when I was in middle school. <i>God Hates The Life of Thee.</i></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15826954565471877486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2110703713731513276.post-78897686232308372015-07-07T12:24:00.001-07:002015-07-07T12:24:21.213-07:00Projects, New Stories, and Idiotcy! I've been working on a few projects lately. Ok "a few" is seriously an understatement. More like accidentally started up several things! They're all fun though so it isnt that bad. So what are these projects Im working on?<br />
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Currently, I am writing <b>two original tv pilot scripts</b>. Both in the comedy genre but one more fantasy than not. I seriously hope I can finish them around next week and get everything laid out before submitting them. (cross your fingers that they get accepted or at least one of them because Im putting both my Panda paws in!)<br />
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Remember that<b> Untitled Story</b> that crossed over Victorian and Technology? Yep! Still working on that! It takes a while to attempt to make it authentic but not authentic Victorian era. I have the first half of chapter two written but not sure about it.<br />
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<b>Sometimes Things Happen</b> is still a thing! I just forgot that I didnt write chapter 8 properly.<br />
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<b>The Most Titless </b>is also still a thing. Chapter two took a while, but it should be out tomorrow? There's a character I wanted to make an appearance that actually gets everything moving smoothly like the way I wanted. Btw this story is to Monty Oum, who passed away in February. I wanted to create characters that were both powerful and amazing just like he did.<br />
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And if that isnt enough on my plate I decided to pick up <b>a heavily controversial story </b>I wrote in 2011-2012. This story isnt for everyone because the themes inside it are pretty gruesome as far as heavy child slavery goes. It was also my so-called <i>'reply'</i> to the man who gave me this idea. He wrote an essay about killing babies and eating their skin and I was like "Well what <i><b>IF</b></i> that did actually happened but humanity stop there with it. What <i><b>IF</b></i> they enslaved children to the point where the world became an adult world?"<i><span style="color: red;"> So if I do decide to post this story, I will put a huge fucking warning sign because its pretty detailed and I'd hate people to yell at me for it.</span></i><br />
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So thats about it for my schedule! :)<br />
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"What am I going to be doing today?" I ask her curiously. "Today you will be attending at least three balls, all held in the Rogoue Area. One garden party with Princess Agitha, Princess Luna and Princess Motorio." She tells me as she begins to scrub my arms. Princess Motorio?<br />
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Suddenly the boyish image comes to mind. Her short hair, that large goofy smile and that tomboy personality. I've only met her a few times and each of those times she was jamming out on her iPod. Though I've heard from the regular gossip that she's really good friends with the Crown Royal Princess and Prince. I gave out a soft snort. That's probably the reason why they've invited her. To get close to those that rule our entire world. How typical.<br />
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The maid continues to wash my body, drenching it in hot water and soap. When she was done, I got out. She dried me off and dressed me in a beige ruffled dress.<br />
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I'm still not used to wearing such fancy dresses or having my hair combed. Nor my skin decorated with jewelry. Suddenly the tablet begins to ring and the maid presses the green button. She holds it up to me and there I see my dad, The king, on FaceTime. He is dressed in that ugly royal attire that didn't match his crown. Though his beard covered half of his top lip, I can still see him smile happily.<br />
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"Sweetheart! So you are awake! How are you this morning?" His gruffy voice asked. "Im...well." I shrug awkwardly. "That's good to hear! I'm still a bit worried about you. I know this is extremely difficult for you. Fitting in with the royals after being held captive by that damned witch who kidnapped you!" I bit down on my lip. I wanted to say something, interject and put him in his place. Tell him that she isn't some damned witch. But I couldn't. I'm not allowed too. "It must've been awful!" he continued to say. "Yeah awful." I spat out. "I'm so glad your home sweetheart. With us. I wish your mother was here with us." "I do too." I nod my head. "Anyway, I'll be home shortly! Enjoy the parties and make some friends. Try to forget everything that has happened ok?" "Yes, dad," I reply. "I love you." He tells me.<br />
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Those three words pierced through my heart. Setting off an eruption throughout my entire body. Those were the same words she told me, before sending me here. To the world of humans. "You too." I try to smile. The call ends and my smile dies.<br />
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"Are you alright Princess?" the maid asks. I sigh, "I'm fine. I just need some food." I tell her. "Of course. We have a lovely six-course meal waiting for you downstairs." She says. "Thank you." I nod my head. She escorted me out of my room and down the hallway.<br />
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As I wobbled down the lengthy hall, my mind began to replay the events of that simple day. I remember her voice calling out for me while I was in my bedroom. I was reading that book that was bigger than a printer. When she called me, I never expected anything else than her asking where she left her phone. Or what was for dinner tonight. I never expected that, that was the day, my life would become absolutely normal.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15826954565471877486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2110703713731513276.post-35581930645358592112015-06-19T11:49:00.004-07:002015-06-19T11:49:57.772-07:00New Short(?) Story!There's this new story I began accidentally writing that features the Victorian Era, today's modern day technology, and magic. I wanted to go another way, but it ended up creating its own little path of absolute madness and a pretty fucking unstable plotline. So here's the best way I could explain the upcoming new short story.<br />
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Princess Ib/Eve <i>(laughs demonically)</i> of the northern country Varies Varien <i>(more shits and giggles)</i> is suddenly found after being kidnapped for 19 years by an infamous witch who apparently also killed her mother. She now has to cope with living life as a Royal, falling in love, hiding the fact that she knows magic and the whole 'Underground world' where magic users live.<br />
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Add a little romance, possible LBGTQ, some fantasy, hopefully some correct facts about the Victorian Era and modern day iPhones :)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15826954565471877486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2110703713731513276.post-39455862052700272692015-06-17T13:29:00.000-07:002015-06-17T13:29:06.292-07:00Guest Post "Penned App" <br />
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Everyone's heard of cell phone novels right? It started back in Japan in the early 2003's, where people would write these extravagant novels and soon it started to spread worldwide, becoming one of the post trendiest things you could do! If you watch Anime, or even read Manga <b><i>"Mirai Nikki"</i></b> is one of the most popular anime for about three years, starring a boy who writes a novel telling the future of his entire life. Crazy right? Well here comes something similar to it but it doesn't have the whole fantasy concept to it.<br />
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It called<a href="http://penned.me/"> </a><a href="http://penned.me/">Penned</a> and it's the most amazing writing app you'll ever see! To the left is the icon of the app when you download it on your iPhone or with me, I downloaded it on my iPad which works just as good as it on the iPhone. Now I'm very particularly with writing a novel on a phone. During the years 08-09, I had written a romance novel about a very popular singer falling in love with a man who use to be a male prostitute. Each and every title was the name of a song I based the chapter on. It was quite fun, every day writing about over 3,000 words just sitting there for hours knowing that people flock over to such an unusual story.<br />
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On this site people use to<i> "like"</i> it by the amount of views you would receive. But, something tragic happened. My phone crashed and I had lost all 100,000 words of this peculiar novel and the app had disappeared after I restarted my phone. I forgot the name of it, I couldn't get it back for nothing. I was depressed and sad that I had lost such a good thing. After that I had promised myself that I would never, ever, in my entire life would go back to writing a cellphone novel. Until Penned came to me and asked me to be on their site. I was enthralled but also frightened because I had never done such a thing before. A new author being asked to me on a site, dear god, my heart was pounding. I said yes in the end, knowing that Penned is way much better than that old site I used back in the day. Now here's my overview of Pennedapp, and what I liked about it.<br />
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On top is the first page you come to when you download this app. This app brings reader, writer, and social media all under one single app. With this app you can share your stories on Twitter, Facebook, and link your blog or website to your readers so they can read more of your work. I linked mine with my own Twitter account. On the left is a snapshot of my account that does have my Twitter name, and description as well as my blog. There you can see the stories, how many followers, how many you're following and your favorites. Remember this is on the iPad, not the iPhone so things might be a little different from yours and mine.<br />
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I currently haven't had the time to anything with mine but I will soon! Though the most thing that I was really surprised at with this app is the amount of genres they have! Really like I was at awe how many they have. A lot of my friends write a certain genre and that is; <i>Fan Fiction </i>as well as myself. This means that even my own friends that I've known for years can download this and write as much as they want on there. Its always nice to have friends on a site that you're new too. It gives you that sense of comfort and not the sense that you're jumping out of a plane without a parachute.<br />
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Finally all the genres I couldn't wait to show you. I took snapshots of the genres that I thought were amazing. By the way, there's two main genres and then there's the multiple sub genres. Fiction is still fiction and Truth is the nonfiction.<br />
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Psychology man! Nothing like mentally screwing up your readers.<br />But do you see it? The Loki Fanfic genre. Gotta give some love towards that.</h3>
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Ah, the Dreams. Something I have never seen in other writing communities.<br />I wanted to write about the constant dream I use to have as a child, and the recent one that almost made me cry. Never knew where I would be able to place it until now. Though the odd short story I have planned in the next month, will be in the Tragic Romance genre. I didn't know Romance could be so tragic in the first place.</h3>
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Horror, one of the most uncanny genres I write in.<br />You'll see a lot of my writing in that for the next many years which I hope that Penned last that long.</h3>
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A smile appeared on his cold face as he stared out into the city. He slightly nodded his head, watching the people walk on the sidewalks. The cars that moved about on the streets. The birds that flew in the air. He watched this all.<br />
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"Mr. Summer" His assistant walked in through the open double doors, "Your meeting is about to begin shortly." She pushed her black framed glasses on her sharp nose. He chuckled loudly, turning away from the window. "What is so amusing sir?" she asked.<br />
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"This world, Chrissy," He walked over to her, "It amuses me."<br />
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"I do not see anything amusing about this world, sir." Chrissy admitted as he walked past her.<br />
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"But I do." He waltzed out of the office and down the hall, "You see Chrissy, I desire everything." He began to explain as their bodies turned at the corner and headed for the elevator that was located at the end of the hall.<br />
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"But there are those who do not desire everything. They are satisfied with everything in their life." They entered the elevator and Chrissy pressed the button 70. The doors closed and the elevator began to move. "They live the same routine every day and only wish for what they want. I am amused about such simplicity." The elevator stopped and the doors opened. They marched out of the elevator and down the hall.<br />
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"That is amusing, sir." Chrissy agreed, stopping in front of a pair of double doors. She knocked on the doors and they opened. Revealing a long table that was accompanied by several different men in suits. All spinning their chairs around to see the man that owned it all.<br />
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"Welcome, gentlemen." He said raising his arms up. The men at the table stood to their feet as he made his way over to the empty chair that was at the end of the table. When he sat down, the rest followed.<br />
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"Now tell me, gentlemen, how are things going with my corporation?" He smiled, binding his fingers together.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15826954565471877486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2110703713731513276.post-45483233313531331802015-06-15T12:33:00.002-07:002015-06-15T12:33:54.312-07:00STH Chapter 6<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"Hey you, wake up already!" A young boy tapped on her body. She opened her eyes to see her friend standing beside her. His eyes watched as she sat up from being slumped over on the desk to sitting up in the chair.<br />
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"What is it Jona?" She asked unhappily.<br />
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"Class is over Ace. Time to get up." He told her.<br />
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She turned her head to examine the empty class. "Is it time to go home yet?" she sighed, scratching the back of her head.<br />
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"No we still have one more class!" He bent down and grabbed her ripped up backpack from the floor.<br />
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"How tiring..." she complained, rising out of her seat. She stretched her body for a second. Feeling her bones crack and pop. She waltzed down the aisle of seats and Jona followed right behind her. The two ambled out of the classroom and stepped into the hallway. The eyes of their peers looked over at her before turning to their friends and whispered.<br />
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"Which class was our last one again Jona?" She asked, completely confused.<br />
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"Ugh, you are so hopeless without me!" He rolled his eyes, turning his body to walk down the left hallway. She followed him, hearing the ugly chatting throughout the hall. All, which was about her.<br />
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<i>'Her hair's a different color! That isn't fair!' 'I heard she screwed the chairmen to get into this private school! What a slut.' 'She's always asleep! Isn't she a bit too much of a basketcase to be here with people like us?' 'Ew I hate her eyes. They are always so...lifeless and mighty!' 'She thinks she's better than all of us.' </i><br />
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She gave out a heavy sigh and held her head down. Jona noticed, "Hey don't listen to them ok?" He slowed down his walking to match her pace. She yawned, shrugging her shoulders,<br />
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"I'm not listening to them. I'm more worried about if I have the energy to get to class!"<br />
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"Are you serious?!" He gasped and she bursted out laughing.<br />
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"Hey, don't joke about that! I've had to carry you to class before!" He scolded.<br />
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"That's why it's so funny! You're so miserable yet you still do it!" She smiled.<br />
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"You look like you're having a fun time!" A girl with curly blonde hair interjected, "So tell us, what are you laughing at you freak?" She folded her arms across her chest.<br />
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Ace glanced over at her and shrugged again, "Nothing really, just about your big ass nose."<br />
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"What did you say you bitch?!" The blonde girl stormed up to her. "Did I stutter Mana?" Ace smirked. Suddenly Mana threw a punch and Ace dodged it. She grabbed Mana's wrist and twisted her to the ground, placing her knee in her back. "Get off me!" Mana cried.<br />
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"Gladly." Ace sighed as she let got off the girl.<br />
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"Geez Mana, attacking people so suddenly. What's gotten into you?" Jona approached her as she got up.<br />
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"More like what's gotten into you! Why are you defending her?" Mana asked. "Why are you even with her!? You are the most popular boy in school yet all you do is hang around that depressing thing!" She pointed at Ace.<br />
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"Because I can do whatever I want Mana," Jona said, "Plus she's way more chill than you would ever be. Anyway, let's go Ace. I would hate to be late for class." He looked over at her. The two continued to walk down the hallway and Ace sighed again.<br />
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"If it weren't for that pain in the ass, I wouldn't even be in this school. I would be home, sleeping." She thought, turning her head to look out the window. She became fixated on the skyscraper that was miles away. It was the tallest thing in the city.<br />
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"If it weren't for <i><b>him</b></i>, Jona could gain back his popularity. Actually get good grades and not worry about me so much. Oh well, there's nothing I can do about any of this-" She suddenly stopped. A heavy feeling came over her and almost knocked her to the ground.<br />
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"Are you alright!?" Jona asked, running over to her<br />
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"Yeah..." she was about to lie but shook her head, "No Im not. I need to go lay down."<br />
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"You lazy ass!" He picked her up and heaved her on his shoulder. She giggled as he marched down the hall, complaining about how heavy she is.<br />
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Her body leaned over to take a sip of her orange colored drink. She could hear the whispers around her; both lustful and hateful. She could feel the stares of men who examined her from head to toe. She knew as she sat there, that every part of her was being watched like a hawk. Though, she ignored the stares, the chatters, the hatred and let her eyes wander around. She adjusted her legs, setting her left one on top of the right one. Purposely letting her short cut dress raise up a bit more. She smirked when she heard the scorns of the other ladies.<br />
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One even slapped the man across the cheek. Her yelling and screaming caused a commotion, one that she enjoyed watching. Even giggling underneath her breath as the woman marched out of the cafe. Suddenly her attention was snagged by a man wearing a gray shirt that fitted tightly around his body waltzed past her.<br />
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"There he is!" she gasped, feeling her heart race. "That's the one thing that won't look at me." She licked her lips. She pulled her purse off the chair and looked around. "Would anyone like to pay my bill?" she asked. Several men jumped out of their seat and bolted over to her table. Each one, slapping down bills.<br />
"Thank you," she thanked, lifting up from her seat. Calmly, she rushed out of the cafe and began tailing this man. Her eyes dug into his muscle back, reminiscing about the day that started it all. The daily stalking, the obsession, the lust.<br />
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It started out as a normal day of work for her. Singing at the elite Valentine Bar, an old 1920's style bar that her Electro Swing Band performs regularly at. She sang her heart out for hours while watching the men gather around the stage like flies to a bright light. Nonetheless, she enjoyed herself until he came in. He was dressed in a black suit and a fedora hat on his head. He took it off as his dark eyes glanced over to her. Even though it was a quick second, she could feel her body twitch from excitement. She wanted every piece of him and thought it would be easy, but he paid no attention to her. One day, she was out with a friend at the cafe near the bar and suddenly saw him walk past. Since then, she waits for him to walk by every day. Hoping that he would notice her.<br />
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She sighed, looking down at her hands that were covered in silk gloves. "It'll never be enough...huh?" She chuckled. When she looked back up, he had vanished. "What!?" she looked around. "Dammit!" she stomped her foot in anger.<br />
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" 'Cuse me young lady!" A man cried out from behind her. She glanced over her shoulder to see a group of men strolling to her. "What seems to be the problem?" the short man asked.<br />
She clutched her purse, feeling the usual aura seep off the men. "Nothing," she smirked, turning her body towards them.<br />
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"Oh no we saw that fit!" he persisted and the others agreed, nodding their heads.<br />
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"I lost something!" She admitted.<br />
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"Is that so? Why don't we help you?"<br />
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She knew where this was going. "No thank you." She shook her head. As she turned back around she was snatched by the arm by several of the men. "You're coming with us then!" The short men yelled.<br />
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"Ugh, just what I wanted. Spending my lunch break being gang banged," she rolled her eyes. <br />
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"Hey!" A man shouted, catching all of their attentions. She gasped from awe when she saw who it was. It was the man that she had been stalking. He marched up to the group, snatching his cell from his front pocket. "Let her go or else I'm calling the cops." He threatened. The men clucked their tongues, saying that she wasn't worth the hassle and scurried away.<br />
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"Are you alright?" He walked up to her, who still stood in awe.<br />
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"Y-Yeah," she stuttered.<br />
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"Good!" He smiled at her.<br />
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"T-Thank you for saving me!" she said.<br />
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"It's no problem," he shrugged his shoulders, "I had to turn back around anyway and when I saw you being taken like that, I had to intervene!"<br />
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"Wow, such bravery! There was a lot of them too," she giggled, "Oh! I should properly thank you. Would you like to have a cup of coffee or perhaps lunch?"<br />
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"Lunch would be great right now. I was headed to get some lunch at this restaurant but I forgot my wallet back at my apartment."<br />
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"Please, I can pay for it." She replied.<br />
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"God no, my parents would kill me if they knew I'd let a girl pay for my food!" he laughed, "Anyway my apartment is down the street, come on." He pressed his hand up against her back. "I don't trust leaving you by yourself. Not after what happened."<br />
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She could feel her body catch on fire, "This is amazing! What luck I have! Thank you, Mama!!"<br />
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"Oh god, I'm lame, I haven't even introduced myself to you. I'm Darren." He shook his head.<br />
"Hello Darren, I am-"<br />
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"I know." He interrupted her, "Its Lux Washington. You work as a singer for a band at the bar Valentine. Your favorite color is blue and your favorite drink is peach orange soda. Your best friend plays on the violin in your band and every day you two go out after the bar closes for dinner."<br />
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She paused, looking up at him in utter shock that he knew more information on her than she did him.<br />
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"Honestly...I was always interested in you since my best friend told me about you. He invited me to the bar one night and when I saw you- you were this amazing thing standing up on the stage, full of confidence. The only downfall is that you were always surrounded by guys. Rich ones at that! I never thought I was good enough to speak to you."<br />
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<i>"Seriously?"</i> her mouth gaped open.<br />
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"I'm dead serious! I'm extremely sorry for creeping you out just now. My brother calls me a nervous wreck and because I'm nervous all the time, I begin working out and talking a lot."<br />
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Suddenly she burst out laughing, "I was always interested in you too, but you never looked at me! I've been stalking you for a month now!"<br />
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"And I've looked at you for almost a year now. Basically when you arrived in Marrow." He told her and her face turned red.<br />
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"I-I've never had someone say that to me before, this is weird oh my god this is completely weird. Wait does this mean that you...l...love me?" she looked into his eyes.<br />
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"Yes, you can say that," he nodded his head.<br />
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"Oh...Oh my god wait," she held her hand up to him.<br />
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"Does this mean I love him too!? Is this feeling in my stomach called love or am I just really horny? Wait I'm always horny...I'm a walking horn dog ready to fuck anyone. But this thing...It could be called love. I've never been in <i>'love'</i> before." she thought to herself.<br />
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"Mutual..." She nervously spoke, "The feelings mutual."<br />
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His eyes brightened up with glee, "Are you serious!?"<br />
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"Yes...But I've never dated before so let's take this really slow."<br />
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"Of course! Especially if you haven't dated before though I'm a really surprised about that," he said and she laughed.<br />
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"I would be too if I were him. But oh dear I have so many questions about relationships outside of just having sex! Oh Mama...If only you were around so I can ask you these questions." She thought.<br />
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When his stomach growled, it echoed on the private plane. He leaned back in dark blue chairs and sighed heavily. "I'm sorry..." He moaned.<br />
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"Don't worry dear." His wife Amelia placed her hand on his, "I know you're hungry! We'll be there shortly. Just hang in there another hour." "Of course! Anything for you! It's just that...I feel like I haven't eaten in days." He began whimpering. In the corner of his eye, he noticed the city below and glanced over at Amelia. "Sweetheart, what city are we passing over right now?"<br />
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"Let's see..." She pulled out her cell and checked the GPS of the plane. "Marrow City." She replied to him.<br />
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"Marrow?!" He gasped happily. He turned around and pressed his chubby face up against the glass, smiling in bliss.<br />
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"I don't think we've been in Marrow before dear. What's there to eat?" She placed her finger in her chin.<br />
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"Not what's there to eat- <i>who </i>is there!" He exclaimed.<br />
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"No! It's my sister!" He removed his face from the window, "My older sister Lux is there! She was in Marrow city and sent me a postcard of that tall building!"<br />
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"Wow! I didn't know you had an older sister!" she awed.<br />
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"I do!" He sang, "I have six siblings in total~! We all have different fathers so we look don't appear to be siblings!"<br />
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"T-That's incredible so you have the same mother?" she nodded her head.<br />
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"Yep! She's so cool," he hummed, "But I haven't seen my family in years."<br />
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"Is that so?" she nodded her head sadly. "Is that the reason why he didn't invite anyone from his side of the family to our wedding?" she thought sadly. "Oh! Maybe...Maybe I can meet them one day?" she asked and his smiled died to a frown.<br />
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<b>"No."</b> He denied, "You must never meet them! They..." He looked over at her and smiled a painful smile. <i>"Will tear you apart."</i> Is what he wanted to say but couldn't. "They won't approve of you." He lied. "Oh, I see..." She looked down at her feet. She didn't know what else to say.<br />
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"I'm so sorry my dear, but you will never meet them. My family is far too dangerous and sinister." He thought to himself.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15826954565471877486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2110703713731513276.post-85834803611733585262015-05-29T12:44:00.002-07:002015-05-29T12:44:32.814-07:00The Most Titless Chapter One<i>This is the most titless pieces of shit I have ever written. Enjoy it, or hate it either way embrace the weirdness of it. </i><br />
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Mama always told me, to never stray away from the path that I was given. Especially, when traveling through the great forest. But one sunny afternoon, I felt as if, something was staring at me from afar, with large wicked eyes. These eyes pierced my back and made each of my movements difficult. For the first time, I had stopped walking. Usually I rushed along, my thoughts up in the clouds and my prayers with God that I made it safe to town without being eaten by Spirits.<br />
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I noticed, that the birds, whom were usually in full blown sing, had ceased. The eerie silence had settled, causing the hair on my skin to stand. My cold hands clutched the basket of fresh raspberry bread Mama had baked for Grandma. The longer I stood there, the faster my heart began to pound against my chest. Hesitantly, I took a look around. Slightly swinging my head to the left and then to the right.<br />
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But when I turned my head to the left, there I felt the gaze. My thoughts became jumbled- What was in the forest that was staring at me? Soon a rustling sound snatched the noise in between my ears away, causing my mind to go blank. Curiosity took over my legs and so I stepped. Getting closer to the forest than what I really should have.<br />
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The bushes began to rustle even more. And so I took a big breath in, and took another step into the forest. A surge of fear and excitement ran threw my body. My Mamas words echoed, "Never stray from your path." But did I take heed?<br />
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Slowly my legs proceeded, brushing past the fern. With each step, I inhaled and held my breath. Pondering, was I going to be killed? The noise in the bushes became louder and louder. And soon, I was standing right in front of it. Gingerly I tiptoed my body around the bush, clutching the basket even harder.<br />
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"What was it?" my mind race.<br />
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I peered over the bush to find what appeared to be a young child with long black hair covering its body that was in a fetal position. I gave out a sigh, feeling my tense body settle down.<br />
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"Excuse me young one, are you lost?" I questioned.<br />
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I walked over and pressed my hand on its shoulder. Its head swung around to the point where its neck twisted in a sickening way. Its empty eyes that bleed gaped up at me and a dark smile spread on its face.<br />
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"No. I am...fine." Its deformed voice answered.<br />
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My heart plunged into my stomach and my legs stiffened. Slowly I took my hand off its shoulder and so it <span style="background-color: white;">rose </span>up. Its legs, no longer that of a child, stretched over seven feet tall. Its face twisted as it looked down at me.<br />
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"Come hether, human." It reached its large hand out to me.<br />
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"Ah!!" I shrieked, bolting away from the Spirit or perhaps, was it one of those things I had heard of? <i>A Demon.</i><br />
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I felt my body fly past the trees and bushes, trying to make its way back to the path. <i>I didnt want to turn around, I didnt want to look at it, I didnt want it- to look at me.</i> I made it back to the pathway and ran down it. Hearing the Demon Spirit cry out behind me in a heinous voice. I could feel myself, loose control of my legs. My body began to wobble just as I saw the exit of the forest.<br />
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"Come on! Come on!" My thoughts screamed. As I hit the mark where the forest ended, I tripped. My body rolling on the green pastures. I jumped up, searching for the demon but it had vanished. I sighed heavily, vowing never will I ever do that again. <br />
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I suddenly stopped in the middle of the hall. I knew my sudden halt, had caused some students to gaze upon me in suspense. Their curious eyes examined me from head to toe. Wondering, what had gotten into me? The more I looked around, the more I realized that some of them that were in groups became alerted and stopped moving. In the air, I could smell a strong bittersweet scent that danced about. Leaving a metallic taste in my mouth. <br />
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"I smell blood..." I spoke underneath my breath. The tips of my fingers tingled. The desire to spill more blood was about to consume me. But I inhaled before randomly laughing out loud. Erupting a string of nervous laughter down the hall. "Im just thinking about last night's episode of Mental Mindy!" I shrugged my shoulders. When I said that, a student from down the hall bolted while screaming, "I left my pizza in thee oven!!"<br />
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This ensued laughter and the atmosphere went back to normal. I continued to laugh at the student reenacting the scene from last nights comedy show. Though I acted as if everything was normal, it wasnt. The blood was still in the air and I automatically assumed that someone was either killed in the school or near it.<br />
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<i><br /></i>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15826954565471877486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2110703713731513276.post-12644976152365625412015-05-27T12:06:00.002-07:002015-05-28T12:03:36.082-07:00STH Chapter 3<i>"Some of us are conspicuous, just because of our appearance. While others hide in the shadows of human beings, attempting to fit in."</i> Aberisa spoke.<br />
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His green eyes gaped around the college campus, looking for someone. He leaned his body up against the large oak tree, sliding his cold hands inside the pockets of his coat. </div>
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"Oh my god look at the new cell I bought yesterday!" A woman exclaimed, feet away from him. He glanced around, trying to find her shimmering face. And when he did, he frowned. There a woman with long brown hair stood beside her friend. In her hands was the newest cell that recently came out. </div>
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As soon as the woman took a step forward, she tripped! Her cell flew out of her hands and smashed onto the pavement. A wicked smile appeared on his face while the woman broke down in tears. "I saved up so much money for this too!" she wailed. Her friend stood there in shock at what had just happened.</div>
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Suddenly, he saw his friend, Mark, approach the woman from behind and pat her on the back. His mouth spoke, "I'm so sorry that just happened to you! Listen, I have a grandfather that can fix it for you." </div>
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He sighed, shaking his head at his friends good actions. "Really?" the sobbing woman awed. "Yes really." Mark confirmed. He reached over and picked the cell up from the floor and placed it in his pocket. "I'll make sure to return this to you. You there." Mark looked at her friend, "Are you close with her?" "Yes." The womans friend replied. </div>
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He rolled his eyes as they exchanged numbers. The woman thanked him graciously before walking away with her friend. "What an idiot." He chuckled as Mark made his way over to him. "Did you see what just happened?! Brand new phone and crash! Shatters everywhere!" Mark smacked his hands together. </div>
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"Hey, I cant help it! I hate seeing women like her cry after trying so hard!" Mark exclaimed.</div>
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"Whatever! Lets go get some lunch already. I'm starving waiting for your slow ass." He walked away from Mark.</div>
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"I'm sorry! I'll buy you lunch to make it up. But you'll never guess what happened to me on my way over here!" Mark said.</div>
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"No! This is far outrageous! I ran over this person who was carrying a bunch of lethal weapons on him!" </div>
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"Honest to god Vid, I even had to call the police because I assumed he was some terrorist." </div>
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"It was! Because he suddenly jetted out in front of my car I wasn't charged and there wasn't any damages to my car."</div>
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"This guy." Mark pointed at the flyer, "Man who ate 100 pies at Jackson Festival in less than two minutes will be returning this year! Its that one guy who can eat anyone out of their wallets! I heard he's earned so many titles across the country for eating the most in little time. He even stars in this tv show where he goes around tasting peoples foods. Those places immediately becomes a one star or a five star. Nothing in between! Dude became a millionaire just from eating."</div>
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"Thanks, sweetheart. I love you too. Anyway, his name is Gull Valentine! He married an who is ten years older than him."</div>
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Vid gasped, clinching his hands in his pocket. <i>"Gull...That idiot. Going off, becoming a millionaire, getting married without consent... He's asking for beat down."</i> He thought. </div>
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"Remember the name Vid because we'll go see him when the festival comes," Mark said, glancing over at Vid. "Whats wrong? You don't look so good." Mark asked.</div>
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"It's nothing. Let's just hurry up! I'm hungry!" Vid sighed, strolling away from Mark. "Alright! We're going!" Mark dashed over to Vid's side. </div>
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