An old blogger friend of mine finally got a book published!! What I’ve read of it is awesome!
The mysterious liquid boiled in the large black bowl. Not a cauldron. This was no witch. This was much different.
The terms were strict- 20 billion dollars a person. That was my ransom. That was the ransom of the 53 kids who were kidnapped four months ago. Or was it five? All I know is that only four kids are getting out of here. And it’s the choice of my country, Carenva. In other words, I’m not getting out of here.
I was 14 when I was captured by these people. Nobody knows their name, but Carenva, and all the other countries, call them the Golden Country. I don’t know why, since there’s not a speck of gold here. Almost everything is metal.
The war has been going on for five years with no end in sight. So much for peace-that’s what Carenva means in some language.
I, Riley, was captured with thirty-one other kids, the other twenty three got here a week after we did. We get three meals, a bed, and a trip to the Sanctuary three times a week, where we are forced the slave for their King. The king keeps a mask on, so that if we do get free we can’t say anything about him.
Once, when we were setting stones on the new palace, the mask slipped. I saw teal eyes. Bright, unmistakable teal eyes. Just like mine. The Golden Country-ers didn’t notice the slip up. I have kept it to myself.
Right now, I wonder if the King of Carenva is counting out money for our ransom. I wonder who will be set free.
(These chapters are going to have a changing point of view. Last chapter POV was Riley. This chapter is Zielle.)
I pull my raven hair into a high ponytail, sweat dripping from my neck. I feel a sharp tap on my back.
“Keep working,” the harsh voice of a soldier calls out.
“You okay, Zielle?” Romeo whispers to me, peeking to see if anyone is looking.
“I’ve got a backbone,” I say. Romeo is the type of boy all the girls swoon at. Except for me. And, of course, I’m the one girl he likes. I have wavy, jet black hair, high cheekbones, a slender, perfectly shaped body, and I’m 5 7” with a tan complexion. So yeah, I guess I’m pretty.
“What do you think you’re doing?” One of the soldiers spits at the girl working next to me.
“Get over here,” the soldier grabs the girl and pulls her away. I look over at the other girls work. The stones she was laying were all purposely crooked. I smile at this girls small act of rebellion.
I sit like a crumbled wall, falling apart. (Ahhh, beautiful writing!) My legs are bloody and bruised. My arms are covered in sharp, painful scratches. My tall, curly hair is singed and there’s a cut above my lip.
Romeo sits beside me, in worse condition. His arm is hanging at his side, clearly broken.
After the nuclear blast, we were herded back to our prison. The rumble of a far away eruption had warned Zielle, Romeo, and me of the oncoming blast. We had run quite literally for our lives.
I have no idea where Zielle is. Last I saw of her she was running towards the prison. Her long legs pushed her like a gazelle, and she left us behind soon.
“STAND UP!” the loud voice of a nervous sergeant commands us. “You will all go to the hospital and be treated. You will all stay quiet and not make a sound,” the sergeant goes to the door. Everyone in the room stands and we shuffle around until we’re in a single file line.
My mouth is closed for once. I have this problem called Blosser Melvarn. Basically, I have a problem keeping my mouth shut. It takes all of my self control to be quiet as we shuffle to the hospital.
I lie on a cot, my wounds bandaged and my hair freshly washed. My brain is okay. The nurses are all whispering about how I’m a miracle to not have gotten brain damage from the nuclear blast. It’s rare that somebody comes nearly unscathed from something like that.
The patter of raindrops outside is odly soothing. I’m not usually a soothing raindrops kinda guy, but I haven’t slept in two days. Lack of sleep does weird things to you.
What the heck just happened. I wonder what’s next, huddled in a shack I’ve concocted of shrapnel.
I look at the letters I’ve drawn on my hand: Mel. I’m ADD (attention defecit disorder) and art is pretty much everything. I don’t get distracted doing art. Mel’s my name. Well, Mellanin, actually, but what kind of parent names their kid Mellanin. I couldn’t answer that; My parents died when I was three. I never was able to ask.
A see three pairs of feet run past me. Then another pair. Then a burning piece of who-knows-what lands about two feet from my face. I scramble from my hiding place. All of the prisoners are lined up near the hospital. I run towards them. Just as I begin to run, something flies towards me. Sparks fly around me. This is a battlefield, and I’m in the middle of it. I’m about 10 yards away from the line of people. Then an aircraft, flying high above, starts to descend. Faster and faster. I push my feet into the ground, and push even harder off it. Running as fast as I can, excelling myself towards safety. Then the ship lands, flaming, sparks flying, a mere ten feet away. I don’t look back. I run like it’s life and death. And it is. I blink.
When I open my eyes, I’m in a quiet, medicine-smelling room. I inhale and cough. My eyes water and a doctor turns around.
“Finally up! Good, I can take a look at you,” he gives me a smile worthy of Gotham City, and advances.
“No, thanks,” I scramble away. I am not ready to be probed and picked.
“I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Please,” I think. I start thinking of crazy things. One of the parts of ADD.
“Come on, Melanie,” he thinks my name is a typo. That I’m Melanie. I wish.
“It’s Mellanin. Like melatonin, the sleeping stuff your body makes? You’re supposed to be a doctor, right?”
“Oh, sorry, um, yeah,” the doctor scratches the back of his head, embarrassed.
“Where can I get food?” I know I’m being really rude, but seriously. I haven’t eaten for a whole day. That’s a lot for me.
“Um, down the hall, to the left,” the doctor says.
I stand up and feel nothing. No pain. Take that, burning ship that almost killed me. I walk down the hall and into a nearly empty cafeteria. At one table sits a blonde boy, a black haired girl, and another brown haired boy, and a girl with long blonde hair. The girl with the blonde hair waves me over.
“I’m Riley. Wanna get out of here?” She says, like she’s asking where the bathroom is.
I’ve come through with my promise!! I am making a character guide. So far there’s only four…right?
Riley was originally going to be the main character… protagonist, if you will…but I decided I wanted to just get more into (haha my grammar) the lives of the characters.
I think of Riley as the most laid back. She’s pretty but hasn’t hit her growth spurt, but she’s got brains and uses them. She’s also the proud owner of a sense of humor.
Of coirse, only the cover picture worked for Zielle. It’s not like I’m playing favorites here but I love Zielle’s aura or whatever.
She’s tall, beautiful and fast. And she’s smart. Pretty much perfect? Almost…she can hold a grudge and is very headstrong.
okay, I’m sorry, but this was the best picture, and the hair matched. But the face. . THIS IS NOT PROPER PORTRAYAL ROMEOS FACE he’s smiley guys
HEMM, anyway, Romeo hasn’t a don’t stop attitude. Unfortunately, this means he doesn’t stop trying to woo (ugh I hate that word) Zielle. He’s strong but not fast and spends a bit too much time in front of the mirror. He’s also very flirty and a Playboy.
Heemm. Merik is kind of my favorite. I have changed his personality though!! He is that broken hardened character that everyone wants to hug. He’s still proud which can anger people but he’s quiet and calm most of the time. He’s also very athletic!
This is Mel. She was as originally the secret character for the next chapter, but I’ve posted that so I’ll give you her personality. Hot, jealous, wants attention, sad, temper, likes boys, tries to be the best, sweetheart.
Get ready for more of this series!
Ello folksy!! (Why is folksy in autocorrect?) I was nominated by one of my best blogger friends, Mary Louise (www.peaceloveandallaboutme.wordpress.com) . You haaave to go follow her, I’ve been since the beginning of time!
Noow to the award…
I didn’t see rules, but like any tag I shared the link of my tagger, am about to answer 10 questions, then have to ask my own. Then that all too long process of nomination!!
1 – Who or what is your spirit animal?
Hmm, I know my Chinese animal is a monkey 🙈(yay thanks guys) so I guess that would be it.
2 – If you could time travel, when and where would you go?
I would go to 1839 to Britain. You didn’t ask why. I won’t answer.
3 – What is the best book you’ve read in the past 6 months?
Haaaarry Potttah of course!how could it not be though I would be executed of it wasn’t!
4 – Do you have a celebrity crush, and if so, who?
- Poe Dameron
- Zac Efron
- Cute guys on TV
To name a few
5 – Have you ever lost something important?
I’ve lost $5, memories, and Uno.
6 – Star Wars, Percy Jackson, or Harry Potter?
Weeeel, this is a paradox to my earlier statement…
Duh duh duuuuh duuuuh duh duh duh duuuuh duuh duh duh duh duuuuh.
7 – What is your favourite thing to do in your free time?
Read or blog, but I have to put reading over it!
8 – What is one trend you wish would die?
Hmm, I actually can’t think of any!
9 – Do you have any siblings, and if you do then how many?
Yes, I have my brother whom I interviewed.
10 – Favourite music genre?
I guess I would say pop or worship since it depends on my mood!
Now my questions…
- What time do you get up?
- Describe your schooling through the ages 😉
- What is your favorite song?
- What is your favorite flower?
- What is the most fun tag you’ve done?
- Have you ever eaten 🍣 sushi? If so, what kind and did you like it?
- What’s your favorite book genre?
- What color are your nails right now?
- What size bed do you have?
- How long can you hold your breath?
I nominate all who want to do this tag!
Im sitting in my room going wait, what!?! Who on EARTH let January leaaave us? It was so short!! I must say February was quite a shock, but I was a little excited, what with Carrara coming out and me being done with my hiatus.
Speaking of which, on my hiatus I ended up listening to TONS of music. And that leads us to our post.
Real Friends by Camila Cabello
This song reigns supreme! Camila is a new favorite of mine, and I love her new debut album (Camila Cabello) . Camila’s voice is different from many other girl singers, it does have a swankier tone, if you get me. I first started listening to her when Havana came out. I love that song to death, guys!
Let You Down by NF
I just need to put it out there that I LOVED NF before he became super popular with this song! This song (and all his songs) are so true to life and beautiful! I love how he raps and songs and the mix still has all the feels! His songs Oh Lord and Mansion are gorgeous!! I love his voice and how versatile he is ❤
A Million Dreams
I love all TGS (The Greatest Showman) songs! TGS was such an amazing movie and the songs are beautiful!! A Million Dreams was on my top two (Other Side was the other one!) I love the little boy’s voice! He is such an amazing singer! The chorus in this song is just amazing and I love singing it!! I love the voice transition too, as Hugh Jackman does this song so well! And then Michelle Williams (the wife) harmonizes so perfectly!!
Sway by Danielle Bradbery
I’ve heard that Danielle Bradbery isn’t a super clean singer, but this song came up under suggestions I ended up listening to it. It is AWESOME!! THE CHORUS MY GOSH SO AMAZING! Her voice is very laid back and she has an almost country voice. She is so amazing in this song. I also love how this song is saying that life can be hard but we need to sometimes lay back, turn on some music and just drift away for a bit. Her voice suits this song so well and it is a go-to when I’m feeling down!
Help Me Out by Maroon 5 + Julia Michaels
Again, Maroon 5 isn’t the cleanest, but this song is amazing! Julia is such an awesome singer! She hits such totally high notes with a solid voice. This song is so catchy and gets stuck in my head in a good way. Adam Levine and Julia Michaels should sing together more often, because this song is souper (🍜)! I love the music in this too! It’s so quick and cool!
Perfect by Ed Sheeran
He’s engaged!! Haha, that was random. Ed Sheeran’s mojo is so legit and his voice is so smooth! He’s not like other pop singers, in looks or style. His vibe is much more laid back. I love how this song is passionate but you can sing it at anytime. It’s so, well, perfect.
Thunder by Imagine Dragons
This song is amazing!! Like Imagine Dragons is already a totally legit group but this song slays (haha, dragons, slay 🐉) All of ID’s songs are super empowering and fight. I don’t know how to word that. I love how a lot if their songs talk about how he walking through his problems that he has with his back. Like Believer, where he talks about how the pain helps him write and grows him. Thunder is so cool (especially with the background thunder noise ⚡☁) with all it’s different parts. Definitely one that I’ve memorized the words too!
Silence by DJ Khalid and Marshmallow
DJ Khalid is such a cool guy. With all the songs he put out around the summer he definitely put himself on the map. Marshmallow did a collaboration with Selena Gomez on Wolves, which turned out pretty well. I think his song with Khalid turned out much better though. Silence has amazing tones and the words are so beautiful.
…Ready For It by Taylor Swift
Taylor Swift has been slaying the music world for, like, ever. (#NeverGettingBackTogether) Everyone was so hyped up for Reputation and when …Ready For It came out (a bit after LWYMMD) it was easily on the top charts. I love how the chorus is so different and it kind of shocks you when she starts getting all whispy and such. Oh, and if you listen close at the beginning of the song, before she sings, you’ll notice that she clears her throat, which they DONT cut out. So either they didn’t hear it or they just wanted some Taylor reality.
I Know You by Craig David and Bastille
Who can’t fall in love with British band Bastille? Pompeii was their golden age, but they still got it. I love the British accent in this song, which was different from David’s, who I hadn’t heard of before. I think it’s pretty awesome how Craig David’s voice is so holographic, if that makes sense, at the beginning! Then you hear the pure voice of Bastille. I love the words in this song too! They are so good! They talk about how if you know someone it helps going through pain all that much easier! I love this song, especially since Bastille is an old favorite.
I Like Me Better by LAUV
I found this song because I liked the name and thought it would be cool to play this because I like me better than lots of stuff (math, algebra, school, etc.) . It ended up being more of a love song though, about how he likes himself better when he’s with her. Still, the song is really catchy and reminds me of summer! It has a wavy beat to it and the words are truly sweet, even if they aren’t about being better than other stuff. You know, like I am.
That wraps up this post!
What is your favorite song out of the list? Not on the list? Who’s your favorite singer? Yay, February is here!
Woooah, Zielle’s writing competition is ending! Meadow totally is nailing it, we were about 30 points behind and now we’re in second place. Prepare for billions of points, Zielle! I used all prompts the word Meadows and billions of pictures. So yeah, points.
I’m about to cry as I place the past shiny red ornament into it’s box.
I am definitely getting that ‘holiday slump’ that everyone is talking about. No more Christmas carols. No more Christmas tree, no more Christmas presents. The bells on my ugly Christmas sweater jingle as I fold it and lay it in the box.
My twin sister Emily launches into a jazzy rendition of “Jingle Bells” in her soprano voice.
She dances around the room in her twirly dress. She nearly trips over a stack of Christmas books. One falls off the stack and flips open. I pick it up and read a few lines.
“Did you just shoot down, and possibly kill, Santa?” the main character is saying. I remember this book. It’s all about how Christmas has been discontinued, then when it comes back Santa is killed by this girl named Jane Meadows. Pretty silly, but a family favorite. I flip to another page. “Have you seen the headline of today’s newspaper? Christmas is back!” the main character is now saying.
“Keep helping, Julia!” Mom pulls me away from the book and I shut it
Putting it and the rest of the books in a pile, I start on the wrapping paper.
** A few days later I am watering the cactus and succulent I got for Christmas when I hear something.
I look around, trying to figure out where the voice is coming from.
Suddenly, my vision becomes cloudy.
I cant see a thing. Then, I feel it. Crawling up my cheek. A hand? A foot? Wait…what?
Then it is all clear. A little human is crawling up my face. I scream. You would too.
I flick the little person off of me and she lands on the floor.
“That,” she grunts, “is no way to treat Jane Meadows, Santa’s killer!” she shouts impudently. “S-s-sorry?” I am so confused right now. Jane Meadows , like from the book? But this can’t be. I bend down to get a closer look at the little person
“Excuse me? A little close. I do have a personal bubble, thank you. I would prefer if you didn’t pop it,” she gives me a punch, which feels like nothing. I give a halting apology. “Nobody’s gonna believe this. I have to get a picture.” I say, grabbing my camera.
I’m about to snap a picture when I see the girl climb onto the camera lens. “No flash photography! Sorry, I know I’m famous, but no.”
she grabs my camera and somehow zips it back into the case.
I relent. “How do I get you back in your book,” I say, ready for this to be over, even though it’s only been five minutes.
I am suddenly very tired. All this putting away Christmas stuff has worn me out. I flip onto the bed, waiting for Jane to answer.
“I am never going back. I’m sick of killing Santa. Every day I wake up, grab a gun, read the newspaper, and kill Santa I don’t even have friends anymore,” she actually looks forlorn. Lonely, even. I never thought that this character might not like her story.
She wipes away a tear. Suddenly, I sit up.
I have an idea.
I know what to do. I grab three things. A pencil
and Jane Meadows
Then I begin to write her new story. A few minutes later, Jane, now renamed Alexandria Eversteen, is a rich princess with many friends, a prince, and a story.
I lay on my bed, thinking about Alexandria
About my adventure
And how 2018 might not be so bad after all. because Christmas isn’t the only holiday.
Wow, that should rack up some points! Zielle, thanks for hosting the Ardent Authors Challenge!! I loved doing it, and found something to write about every time! Go team Meadows!
Wait, no, I guess I’m the one being welcomed back! And hey, WordPress is allowing colored letters! Awesome!
I am actually super happy to be back! I did get quite a few ideas! I’m a little annoyed though, because while I was gone everyone did the things I was planning to do on my return. I don’t wanna seem like I’m copying them!! Oh, well, I’ll just have to ignore the haters 😉.
I have mixed thoughts on the length of my hiatus! At some points I felt like my hiatus was super short and I was on a time crunch to get my surprise up.
Other times I felt like it was taking foooreevvvveeerrr ⏳because I had so many great ideas and thoughts to share with you! By the way, we saw the Greatest Showman in January. Ahhh anybody else fangirl way to much over this amazing movie😍? Anybody else think Zach Efron’s eyes are crazy sparkly ✨? It was super hard not to post about some things such as the above 😊.
I’m back and pumping!! I can post whenever I want except…NANCY DREW IS GETTING A SCHEDULE! This is the surprise guys! So exciting isn’t it?!?! The schedule:
Monday: Nancy Drew post
Tuesday: fine tune and post
Wednesday: break day
Thursday: ——– can’t be revealed yet!
Friday: work on story series post
Saturday: fine tune and publish story post
Sunday: check comments, like posts, no post
Isn’t this the world greatest surprise?! I am suuuper excited!
That isn’t really the big surprise, but I do hope to start this schedule! I think I’ll have more valuable posts by posting less. So, where were we? Oh, yeah, that huge surprise I mentioned. I guess we should get to that. I would make you wait, but then all those half bit good fer nuttins will just scroll down to where they figure out the surprise, without even reading the rest of the post. At some point, I have very quietly stuck the link to my new surprise is. It is camouflaged so that you’ll have to search for it! Once this post get 5 likes, I will make it more obvious and tell you exactly what it is. Happy hunting!
Are you happy I’m back? Excited for some new posts? Have you found my surprise (did you like it?) ? Have you seen the Greatest Showman? Repost this? I missed you!
HEYA guys! I’m here with a story for Kananias Prompts, over at Dolls n Cupcakes! Enjoy!
A scream. Darkness. Then, cold, hard fear had it’s long spindly fingers wrapped around me. I shivered at the eerie touch of utter fear. Then, a hand, real, physical, but just as cold, grabbed my arm, covered my mouth, and shoved me into a box. I did not know it, but all the other kids at the finishing school had been abducted too.
The box opens after a long journey. The sudden light blinds me, and I can’t see who is above me. Slowly, as my eyes adjust to the glare of millions of lightbulbs, I am yanked roughly up. I know that this person is young, because their grip is uncertain and loose. When I try to yank away, though, the grip becomes unbreakable. The young attacker leads me to another room. My eyes start to make out the features of a young boy, not much older than me. He has hair that looks like he runs his fingers through it. Alot. He has cobalt black eyes that stare straight ahead. He walks with an air of uncertainty, like a mouse trying to creep out of a hole without being caught by the cat.
I am broken away from my reverie as the boy pushes me into a chair. He binds me with tight ropes. He then leaves the room.
The lights flicker. A fly buzzes. I sit in hard, low chair. Then comes a noise. The click of high heels. A woman is approaching. The door is slammed open. A woman with sleek black hair and blood red lips walks into the room, her extremely tall high heels clicking. She has an air of confidence, night and day when compared to the boy’s uncertainty.
“Adeline M. Cannon, welcome,” she says. I’m surprised to hear her voice, which is kind and sweet, but sophisticated nonetheless. Nothing like her demeanor. She gives a smile that seems genuine, but I don’t believe her. “Welcome to my school, Madame Silvers’ Select Seminary,” she says.
“Select seminary?” the words come out of my mouth before I can stop them. “Why am I here? I don’t nee–!”
“Darling,” the woman says, her voice dripping with honey sweetness. “You are one of the few I have chosen to sponsor! You are very fortunate, indeed! I have been watching you, and you seem very intelligent. Someone I would like to teach. So I brought you and a few of your little friends here to learn.”
I’m confused. I am definitely not finishing school material.
“Please, let Lavinia take you to your private room. Classes will begin tommorow promptly at nine. Don’t be late!” the woman waggles her fingers and walks out of the room. Moments later a woman, Lavinia, I’m guessing, unties me-why exactly did they kidnap and tie me up? They could easily have just taken me quietly. Something seems strange, but I don’t have time to contemplate it all. I am rushed to a room filled with lavish furniture and a crackling fire. It seems like heaven.
Five days later…
I have fallen into a routine. Every morning I wake up, eat breakfast, dress, and have a day full of classes. The other ladies here are very kind and welcoming. Something, though, still seems off.
It is Tuesday when it happens. I am walking, alone, back to my room, in the evening. The boy with sandy blonde hair runs up to me, “Miss! Miss!,” he whispers, catching up and walking beside me. “You’ve got to leave! It’s all a trick! She’s brainwashing you all!”
Again, I am confused, “What are you talking about? Brainwashing? You mean Madame Silvers?” I inquire.
“Yes! That’s why she make you be bind up when you come, Miss!” the boys whispers are frantic now, “She is making you into an army. It sounds really crazy, but you have got to believe me. I overheard her talking about it!” Maybe it’s something in his eyes. Maybe it’s the fear in his voice. I don’t exactly know how, but I know that he’s telling the truth.
“I believe you,” I say, shocking him. “How do we get out of here?” I ask.