Month: June 2011

I have a book ready 2 publish in 6 months anyone know of some good publishers?

I have one big question some people change their choice everyday. What do you want to be when you grow up and why?

Stinky, Yummy, Moldy, Cheesy

Sometimes Yellow

Sometimes Green

That makes me queasy

I stared into the deep violet eyes, which stared back at me from a smooth sheet of crystal. A glossy black pelt, with a bluish sheen like a raven’s wing rested on the slight form of the small Euro-chaus watching me. I sighed.

Apocalypse. I had to be named when my mother was in the depth of her depression. I retired from the crystal and made my way outside, hoping to catch the sunset. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a gray flash as something slunk through the bushes. Now it was behind me. My body longed to crouch down to be prepared for the attack, but I fought the urge and managed to appear relaxed.

Behind me the thing hissed softly. It moved with all the noise of a feather floating down from the heavens. I continued walking, ignoring the obvious. I stopped at the edge of the cliff.

In front of me stretched a wasteland, bare of life, black, cold, unforgiving. Yet far in the distance, descending behind the jagged ridge of the mountains was the sun. It looked like a misplaced flame, out of place over this dismal, barren land. My land.

There was a triumphant yowl as my pursuer leapt at me. I did not turn to meet him, but crouched down, watching his shadows as he sailed over me, landing with his front paws scrabbling on the rock and the back dangling uselessly.

Now I turned, regarding him curiously.  He was a cat with a very powerful build which was concealed by layers of warm gray fur. “You’re from the other family?” I meowed curiously. He glared at me, his shoulder blades jutting outward as he tried to haul himself onto the cliff.

I frowned “Fine then, don’t answer.” Hey, I’m still a kitten; I’m aloud to ask questions of the cats that try to kill me.

Suddenly the gray tom froze. He had found a ledge on which to place his back paws, and didn’t want to give the kit a second chance of escape. With a powerful kick he leapt onto the cliff, then with a second bound was on top of me, pinning me down with his claws.

I hissed in surprise, not fully realizing what was happening. My hiss was mirrored by another, deeper, more menacing. My father leapt at the gray tom, knocking him of me. The two cats rolled for a few feet before stopping with the gray cat on top of my father. I crawled into the bushes, exposing myself just far enough to see what was happening.

My father, Conceal, raked a claw down the neck of his opponent, in the same motion rolling away from him. The gray tom hissed, backing away and shaking the blood from his eyes. Conceal didn’t give him time to recover. He leapt at the tom, burying his teeth in his neck. The other cat cried out, his paws flailing blindly.

Conceal let go of the unfortunate tom and took a step back. “Now I will peacefully ask you to leave my home.” He hissed coldly, casually licking the blood from his claws.

The gray tom looked up. One of his eyes was closed, blood seeping from the closed lid. But the other burned with icy blue hate. “There are only two of you left. I will not return, but my family will be the one to eliminate yours.” He hissed, standing up. Without awaiting a reply he turned and limped off into the lifeless trees.

I crept out of the bush and to my father’s side. He was a handsome cat, tall and white of pelt, with striking green eyes and regal poise. I looked up; hoping to see that triumphant, carefree smile that made me feel like everything was alright. But this time it wasn’t alright, and Conceal did not smile.

So, instead I decided to ask him a question. “Why are all these cats coming to attack us?” I asked quietly, afraid to completely break the silence.

Conceal looked down at me with troubled, weary eyes. “You are, perhaps, to young be burdened by this knowledge, but I see I have little choice.”  He sat down, and I did the same. “My grandfather- your great-grandfather- was the Chao Imperial,” My eyes widened. My great-grandfather, in charge of half the plane! “But his reign brought near total destruction of our world.”

My excitement flickered out like a weak candle-flame. “Since then our family has been hated. Most have already forgiven, believing our sin has been bred out. But some, like the Terais Family, have not forgiven, they care not of the fact that we aren’t our ancestors, or that we are not born evil, they persecute us with this past crime, and will perhaps for years to come.

“Their goal was to eliminate our family, and they have nearly succeeded, you and I being the last of our bloodline. I fear my time will be short-lived, and once I am gone….” He trailed of and I thought I saw the glint of a tear in his eye.

My ears fell back out of fear for what he did not say.

“And then you will be the only one remaining. It will be easy to dispose of a kitten- that is why you must die before they get to you.”

I leapt up, taking a step back “You mean I have to kill myself?!” I yowled in alarm.

Conceal nodded, his face adorned with a smile. “That is they have to believe you dead. Then you will leave our land and be able to live your life.” His voice carried both a sadness and hope.

I smiled back, sitting back down next to him. “Yes, then we can both leave and never have to worry for our lives again!” I purred.

“Yes, we won’t have to worry.”

Not noticing the pause preceding those words I leaned against my father. He purred: a thick, warm sound which could be compared to honey. Behind us the sun descended farther below the mountains, speared by their jagged peaks, its red rays scattering across the sky as if its shed blood.

The world in not what most think it is. It is not one thing, with only one reality, rather, it is one thing made up of hundreds of labyrinths, layered together to form the ‘World’. Each layer is an alternate plain, each with its own reality. The most commonly know plane is that of the humans, were they are the Supreme Being upon their Earth. On that plane there are also thousands of sub planes, each depicting an alternate reality of that plane. On other planes other beings rule their Earth. On some planes a lowly animal on the human plane, such as a rabbit, would be the supreme race. And yet on other planes, separated from the human plane by many others live beings that we only manage to glimpse in our dreams such as dragons and griffins. It is a complex grid of things that our minds are designed not to understand, thus, not many know about it, and those who do live a short life. That is why in my reality; on my plane we are taught only the simplest basics.

~

On my plane, cats are in charge.

“Welcome to the Evil Cat Academy,” She meowed. “This, is your new home.”
In front of the deep black cat, was a massive structure, as dark black as her fur. It was a Victorian castle, only cat sized. My name is Star, and I’m a black and white domestic short hair. I woke up a few minutes ago on top of this hill over-looking the ECA.
“My name is Leoli, and I am assistant director to the ECA.” She said, as her bright blue eyes drifted towards the structure again. “You are the newest students, young kittens. Now, let me show you to your dorms.”
We stepped onto a large metal square, and Leoli pushed a button on the ground in front of us. Bars came up around us everywhere except for the front and the ceiling, and then Leoli pressed another button. A gate slid up over the front of the cage. We gazed out through the bars as the carriage was pulled up onto a zip line, and began It’s slow descent towards the Evil Cat Academy.

Comment on what you think, and on whether or not I should continue the story!!!

It was a shining metal world, technically advanced, with jumbo computers set up like billboards, reading out ads for MIIKEZ’S TURBO JET BIKES WITH NEW TWIN EXHAST VALVES, or PIILATINE’S ULTRA SPEEDY UNIVERSALY FAST JET STREAM CRUISER UPGRADES, MADE ESPECIALLY FOR YOUR OWN HOVER WINGS. It was a sight I was fascinated by. Home had changed so much since I left for my mission. And in a good way!!! I surely didn’t expect that! I walked over to one of the metal benches, looked around, and there! They had finished the debate on whether or not to put in database access points on the benches! I pulled the cord over, pulled out my super-sturdy-paper-thin-even-more technically-advanced-than-the-modern-day-computers, and began scrolling though some files.
Whoa. That’s all I have to say. It was awesome over there. I suppose Starr already described the place, so I’ll get right to the point. MIIKEZ’S TURBO JET BIKES WITH NEW TWIN EXHAST VALVES sounded pretty awesome to me. Or KIILIIS’S NEW, NEW, NEW, HOVER JET FUEL ENGINE TURBO POWER WITH NEW PORTABLE ATTACHMENTS. Ooooh. I’m going to love it here!!!

Where are you? You’re not here, that’s for sure.

That’s right, you’re upstate, aren’t you? I’m glad I figured that out.

But if you’re there, you can’t be here. Will you ever be back? Will you be gone forever?

No, you’ll be back. I’m sure of it. You said you would be, wouldn’t you?

But you also said my dad was going to China. He’s not. You lied. So how can I be sure you’ll be back?

You’ve got stuff here, of course. You wouldn’t leave clothing and your fife here if you weren’t coming back, would you? I call you crazy, but you’re not THAT crazy. Yes, you’re coming back.

Come back soon! I think you’ve got something extra in your suitcase.

My heart. ._. I miss you, Matthew. Come back soon.

Hey, maybe I’ll write a song, or a poem! Free verse. I’ve a song in my heart and head, and I can’t really think of a tune.

No, I can’t write. My fingers itch to hit the play button. I can’t think of anything that doesn’t sound stupid.

Maybe I’ll write later.

Hola, My Fellow  Writers,

Since school ends in about two weeks for me, (June 23, to be exact), I’ve got summer on my mind.  The most exciting thing I’m doing this summer is flying to California at the beginning of July. It will be the first time I’ll be on the plane. (Kind of sad, since I’m eleven already.) I’ll also be going to Cape Cod, Massachusetts. Has anybody ever been there? I was there last summer and that place is made of awesome. I never had any candy there, except for a small piece of fudge last summer, which is a shame since Cape Cod is literally loaded with candy and ice cream stores. I heard the taffy in Cape Cod is pretty good, but I didn’t have any last year and for sure I’m not having any this year, since I got braces last November. (Darn braces! Braces are such a pain in the neck. Or shall I say pain in the mouth? *smirk*) Besides traveling, I’ll also be doing the usual summer things, such as going to the beach and the pool and complaining about the heat. I’ll also have the oppurtunity to eat lots of ice cream since a new ice cream place just opened across the street from my house.

I’ve also got lots of books to read. I’ll read a lot of my comic books.  I’m also starting to read the Harry Potter books to find out what all the hubbub is about. I also want to finish A Series of Unfortunate Events by Lemony Snicket. I’m on book six and there are thirteen books. I’m also trying to read classics. I’m really focused on reading The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett and The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain.

Signing Off,

Bella

P.S: Comment on what your summer plans are

Hell hounds are creatures from the Underworld,and Hades or my father is the God of the Underworld. Could he already hate me,even though he didn’t meet me yet? But,dad or not I’m giving no mercy to his little pet hell hound. I flew toward it,I conjured up two orbs of light and flinged them at the hell hound. The hell hound got hit,and it growled in pain. “NOW!!” I yelled automatically. While the hell hound was in pain by my orbs of light,Nadia was in action. She took out her violin,and played a quick melody, the faster she played the more vines that wrapped around the hell hound,as she began to play faster the vines became tighter. She stopped playing,the hell hound was tight in a giant blanket knot. I flew back to the hell hound. The hell hound was moaning in pain. My expression softened,this is not right. “Nadia,this doesn’t seem right” I told her. “Well what are we suppose to do?” she asked. The truth is I had no idea. *Do you mind if you untie these vines?* What? Is that the hell hound? *Duh,I’m the one who’s in knots* “Nadia,did you just hear that?” I asked. She nodded,she summoned a glowing,green light blade that sliced right through the vines. The hell hound stretched his neck,and yawned. *Thanks,now
can you send me back to your dad?* Sure. But how? *Why don’t you
try summoning your dark sword?* What dark sword? But I’ll try I guess. I concetrated,I felt a dark feel in my palms. I opened my eyes.I was holding a dark sword. I pointed it at the hell hound,”I,Sabrina Grace sends this creature back to California,Underworld!” In a bright flash the hell hound was gone,just like my sword. “Hey,now we’re for sure going to California!” Nadia said looking on the bright side. I grinned,we both walked over to the bus stop to get a ride close to California,we hoped. We sat in the front,for some reason I had a cold chill or a feeling someone was watching me. But I would just ignore it.

I walked through the cemetery to get home from.  It was creepy but it was a short cut so it was really worth it. I held the diagram assignment I had to do for homework for science. I really didn’t need  another project. I really didn’t need a science teacher! My eyes stuck onto the paper as I read the directions. I kept moving not knowing where I might lead myself. I didn’t notice I was walking the wrong way.

An abandoned playground was set in front of me. Broken swings, dirty slides, and dirty, dusty everything. Spiderwebs on the side of the sandbox. I saw an old broken doll laying on a dusty old bench. I picked it up and tons of small spiders  crawled out of her missing eye. I threw it on the floor and let out a scream of horror. I stepped back into a puddle. I looked back and it was a puddle of dark red blood reflecting a little girl. I looked up and nobody was there. Maybe I was just seeing things that’s all. I looked at the sandbox and little pale kids were playing in the sandbox. They looked like somebody hurt them but they remained happy as if nothing has happened to them.

“Mommy, mommy!” a ghostly pale young boy cried while tugging my shirt.

I watched him disappear into thin air. Then he appeared running around with other ghostly kids.I looked into the broken glass. I saw myself with clothes from what looks like the 1890s. I had many spiders crawl out of my mouth and my clothes were torn and a portion had blood stains on them. I had cuts and bruises on my face with blood dripping from my nose. I looked into my blank cell phone screen and I was normal again.

“Death Trap Park, ” I read off of a faint sign.

I looked up to see if it were getting dark. Bunches of baby dolls hung from the trees. Lifelessly, eerie looking and I had a feeling something bad will happen.

I walked out of school with Luke. He seemed anxious, like he’s been waiting for something. He keeps looking left to right.

“Is everything okay?” I ask him as we walk down the steps.

“I-I can’t walk you home today.” Luke says as he turns the right on the corner of our school.

“Why?” I ask him as we wait for the light to walk across the street.

“I just can’t.” He says and starts to walk across.

Usually, Luke would die to walk home with me. He would always walk me home because he said something about nothing is safe anymore.

“I thought you said it wasn’t safe.” I said as I keep following him.

“I thought you said you were independent.” He quickly adds.

“I thought you said I wasn’t.”

“I thought you said you didn’t care.”

“I thought you said you did.” I say as he walks down the busy street.

“I thought you said you didn’t care what I think.”

“Okay. You win. What do you want? A prize?” I asked him. No I knew what he wanted.

“I want-”

“Don’t answer that!”

“Okay but I still want a ki-”

“Luke!”

“What? It seems reasonable to ask that. I mean, I see the way you always smile at me. You just can’t admit that you do like me. Is it too much to ask?”

“No! I’ve been following you this whole time that I don’t know how to get back home!”

At first pause filled everything and then a burst of laughter came from his mouth. His black hair seem to taunt me and then his green eyes locked on mine.

“That’s who’s fault again?” he asks playfully.

“This is the last time, I’m following you anywhere!”

“Whatever. I’ll see you at Snow’s place.”

“Band rehearsal is at her house?”

“Yeah. See you there.” He waves goodbye.

I watch him disappear into the crowd. Wait. Where’s he going? Maybe something important. Maybe something secretive. Something I should know about. No, I can’t follow him like a weird stalker but it could be something that I should know.

I run through the crowd and spot him turn the corner. I turn the corner too and he turns into an alley. I peek from hiding against the brick wall. It’s like dead quiet all of a sudden. No one’s here anymore. Luke goes deeper into the alley and fades into the darkness. I run as fast as a rocket behind a green graffiti-ed dumpster. I peer over and Luke stand there in front of two tough looking guys. He’s holding something in his arms.

“So…this is her.” one of the tough guys says. He has a tattoo of a snake on his left arm and has the same white muscle t-shirt as the other tough guy who is a bit chubby.

“Yeah. Did what you asked. She doesn’t have it. You lied to me!” Luke yells at them while rubbing blood off his hands and onto his only white shirt he has under his black one.

“No, you just picked the wrong girl.” the chubby one says.

“Then who is the right girl?” Luke asks as he grabs the knife out of a blond haired girl. Oh wait! That’s Allie! I remember: she came over that one day. Blond hair and wearing the same black and blue jacket. That’s her! Why would he kill his ex?

“That’s what you have to find out.” They both say.

“That doesn’t help.” Luke growls at them as he shoves the knife in his pant pocket.

“You need to find that key before you end up dead like blondie over here.” the tough guy with the tattoo threatens.

“I don’t know who has it!” Luke pleaded.

“Yeah well he does.” the chubby one pushes out a creepy lady out from behind them.

Luke gives a confused look.

“She’s like a voodoo queen or something like that.” the one with the tattoo explains.

The creepy lady’s eye twitches. Oh my Gosh! She’s that Lady! The one at the mall! When I walked into her shop and some random dude shoved the key on the necklace to me. She must have saw. She’s selling me out! I knew she didn’t like me.

“Okay so…who’s got the key?” Luke asks crossing his arms.

“The girl who stole your heart.” She replies and Luke still seems lost. Oh no! She’s gonna tell him it’s me and plus that’s a lie! I don’t have his heart! This lady, not only that she needs a shave on her upper lip but can’t she at least get her facts straight, “The one you seem to always want more of.”

“I hope this one isn’t ugly.” the chubby one mutters.

I am not ugly! Well…..  No! I’m not ugly! At least not that ugly.

Luke seemed like he knew exactly what she was talking about. Can’t believe him! ‘ The one you want more of.’ What is that suppose to mean?

“Are you sure it’s…Hayden.” He says disbelief.

“Boy, does it look like I’m laughing.” She growls at him.

“So what am I suppose to do?” He asks.

“What you did to blondie you can do to her.” the chubby tough guy says.

“N-no.” He moves his head back and forth.

“Yes.” they both say.

“Or what? You’ll eat me?” Luke laughs.

“We could.” they say.

“Well, I’m not gonna kill her or hurt her, okay?” Luke says, “You aren’t gonna lay a finger on her either. Got it?”

“Oh wow! You’re so macho!” they both snicker.

Look, I’m not gonna kill her!” Luke shouts.

“Convince her to give you the key and no one will get hurt.” the chubby one says.

“I don’t know-”

“Got it?!” they both shout at him and give him a playful push.

“Fine.” Luke says, “And if she won’t give it to me?”

“You know what to do.” They both say and step back inside a door on the side of the brick building.

The creepy lady walks back into the shadows and Luke stands there. He gives an exasperated sigh, “What am I gonna do?”

………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

Luke walk in Snow’s door. He looks first at me and then he looks at everyone else. He puts his guitar down next to the couch and sits beside me.

“I see you found your way home.” He says.

“Yeah.” I say, nerve-wrecked. I was a little scared to be next to him.

“What’s wrong?” He asks.

“Where’s Allie?” I ask him.

Our eyes lock on each others. He kept a straight face like always, not giving away any emotion.He shrugged.

“You should know.” I say.

“Why should I know?” he asks me, “She’s not my problem.”

“Really? She seemed like your problem-”

“Okay I know she’s a-”

“She seemed like your problem when you didn’t know what to do with her.” I said.

“What are you talking about?”

“She’s-dead.” I say.

There a pause. A long pause. He grabs my arm and he shoves me in a closet. He closes the door and it’s pitch dark.

“Don’t kill me!” I shout.

He covers my mouth his hand.

“Why didn’t you go home?” he asks.

“I wanted to know what you were gonna do.”

“You could’ve asked me.”

“So you can lie to me and then at the rehearsal you can persuade me into giving you the key?”

“You’re right. Okay, I killed her and yeah. That’s exactly what I was gonna do.”

“And when you couldn’t get it from me?”

“I-”

“Kill me? Hurt me?”

“No. Fake it.”

“Fake it?”

“Give them a fake key. Those guys are gullible enough.”

“When they found out it’s a fake?”

“Kill your parents,  pack my stuff, and take you with me.”

“Why me?”

“Why not?”

“Where would we go?”

“Wherever is safe.”

“Killing parents? I don’t know…”

“That way there won’t be your picture on a milk carton.”

“Money?”

“Taken care of. Money isn’t a problem.”

“Why am I planning to run away with you?”

“Because as much as it seems risky, you know you want too. Getting me…alone-”

“Ew!”

I push open the door and everyone staring at me.

“Have fun playing 7 minutes in heaven?” Preston asks.

I wanted to stay here and enjoy the summer night watching fireflies but Andie had other plans. He wanted to get out of here. I don’t know, maybe he was just planning to run away again. I didn’t see why he would leave or his family. His family was loving and sometimes I wanted to volunteer and be the ‘new Andie’.

“I need to get out of here.” Andie kept repeating like a broken record.

“No, you don’t. I need to smack some sense in you.” I said.

“I’m not a kid. I need to be treated like a grown-up.” Andie replied, looking at the ground while we stand in the middle of the street.

“But you’re not a grown-up. I think no one stops growing up. You could be 18 but that doesn’t make you mature or a grown-up, it only labels you as an adult.” I said.

“You just don’t know what it means to be free. You are always inside the lines and following the rules. You’re daddy’s little girl and mommy’s princess. You just get handed whatever you want!” Andie seethes, “I have to work for money but your mom or dad just give it to you like they have a money tree in their backyard.”

Andie stormed off, walking down the road. Lucky for him after our street is nothing but lonely street lights and some are dim enough to not see at all.

I watched him disappear from the spotlight of light into the darkness that swallowed him alive. I looked up at the sky that was now dark and stars were dotted across the sky. It was a beautiful night but seeing Andie was a painful sight.

I couldn’t believe he was so cold-hearted but everyone else could with his ‘I don’t care’ attitude and rebel self it was believable. I just couldn’t because I knew his real self. He was cool to hang with and could wake up from a fake dream that everyone seemed to be living and he knew what was reality and what felt like a dream.

But it was his choice. He claimed like he needed to leave and if leaving what made him better than that was all on him. His dad might say he would come back. The thought of never seeing him ever again is like being stabbed in the heart repeatedly and it would be worst for his dad. The thought of never seeing your son again, the thought of never hearing your son again, the thought of never having your son around… and his mom. She would think he would never come back and his dad wouldn’t agree but his mom would plead and finally convince that he’s long gone. Maybe now, he’s a druggie on the street who begs for money or he’s successful but everyone doubts that running away was making his life better. I just keep thinking that they might be surprised. I keep thinking that one day he would come back. One day he would come back here to this small town and say he’s been around the world and knows that the only place he really belongs is here. That was one day.

Where’d he go? He left for reals this time. Everyone says he left for good and won’t be back because he really didn’t care. It’s like it’s been forever since he was gone. I was a little too tired making up excuses why he was gone. A little too tired waiting. I guess what they say is true: he never cared and now he’s gone. I never really understood when people say ‘you never know what you have until it’s gone’. Know it’s crystal clear. It makes more sense. When he left it wasn’t same, obviously. Obviously his mom fell into depression and died. Obviously his sister cries every night. Obviously his brother prays every night that he’d come back. Obviously his dad is still staying strong but deep down inside he’s dying….slowly. Gradually, but what Andie doesn’t know that leaving was never a need. It was a desperate want that seemed like a need.

I wished he come back home. You know, where we used to talk and hang out. Do homework and never frown. When we used to laugh and only have good times.  Now, it seemed like faded memories that never existed but does only in my heart and mind. He took a lot of courage to leave. A lot of courage to make his dad cry. A lot courage to make me break down but become even stronger and wiser.

Everyone says he’s dead. I never thought he was ever dead. Sometimes I would almost believe that he was. In my heart, I knew he was out there somewhere alive. Maybe stressing he was a somebody and no longer in debt or bad. Maybe he actually was a drunk dude who lived on the streets striving to survive and make some money. A little desperate and begging for even just something. Maybe for another chance. Another chance, to start over but no where in sight was there a time machine and god, maybe he gives no exceptions. Andie is out there, somewhere. He’s being a kid and acting like an adult.  On the outside he’s an adult with a five o’clock shadow and dark circles around his eyes like he’s worked all day and night but on the inside he was still a child. Still so young but not so pure.

Sometimes I would call his number and hear his voice on his voice mail  just so I won’t feel so alone.

“Do you remember when I left? Do you remember when we used to do homework together, talk, and laugh. Never frown? Do you remember?”

“No. I don’t. I don’t know you and I don’t remember. I only remember the time when you left. The time when your mom died and everyone told me you’d never come back.  I remember that I never smiled since you left. The part where I defended you and told everyone that you would be a somebody. I remember when I thought you were dead.”

Come back home. The place where you used to live…..

Can’t think of what to read? Need some inspiration? Below are some books you might be interested in!
Fantasy and Realistic Fiction:
Harry Potter, By: J.K. Rowling
Pendragon, By: D.J. MacHale
Maximum Ride, By: James Patterson
Hunger Games
Last Apprentice
Warriors: Series 1-4
Hobbit, and the rest of the series, By:T.R.R. Tolken
The Giver
Mystery:
Calder Game, By: Blue Balliett
As you can see, I mainly read Fantasy and Realistic Fiction, so feel free to add your own favorites in the comments below!!!