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"No one pretended to care," a strange man said. "No one even tried to look for them." I hung upside down with Destiny hanging beside me. I despised the Shadow. He didn't take things lightly, so when he found us in Gotham City doing nothing, he attacked us from behind and started to monologue our whole story. Or what he thought was our story. "As they hung upside down in the Shadow's Pit, a knock was detected," he said. And, like he planned everything, we heard a knock. "Come in son," he whispered quietly. Apparently, Shadow's son heard him and came through the invisible door. I couldn't see him in the dark, but when he stepped into the little light we had, he seemed to be a couple years older than me. Shadow took his son by the arm and lead him back into the darkness, perhaps talking about another scheme. "Sahara, I can get out of this chain, but I need you to swing me," Destiny softly said. "Okay," I replied. "When you get out, I need you to run from Shadow's Pit as fast as you can and go to Phillip in Smallville." "I can't just leave you here!" she answered. "We don't have to discuss this," I told her. "I'll be okay. I promise." She nodded her head and I struggled to push myself to her. Once I finished clanking my chains into hers, she slipped out. Catlike, she did a back-flip and landed perfectly into the darkness. I felt her glance at me one more time before running off.
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Hey everybody! Today, I'm going to be talking about how I write books. You know how some people outline their stories? Yeah, this may sound crazy, but I don't do that. I'm not sure why, but I feel it to be unnecessary. I actually just start writing my story on a Microsoft document. When I first start writing, I close my eyes for at least 2 minutes and picture everything in my head like a movie. Only, I can see it more in my head then I can when writing it (thank Cybertron that there is a writing stage called editing!). After I finish watching the opening act of my story in my head, I go and write it. Yet, I must admit, I am terrible at G.U.M. (grammar, usage and mechanics) which is an essential part to writing. I know! How can I be good at writing if I'm terrible at G.U.M.? Let us save that question for another time... Anyway, after I start writing, I get to at least chapter 3 and I'm not sure what to write! I have to Pixlrize pictures and then look at quotes for weeks before I can actually think of what next to write. And in that very moment, I wished I outlined.
Well, that's it for today! Part 2 will be coming soon! As you all know, I love soundtracks. And I decided that I needed a Transformers soundtrack. Transformers - Age of Extinction is slowly breaking my heart and replacing it with new feelings. Currently those feelings are compassion and a new love for Transformers. Here's the soundtrack: I've watched the movie Ender's Game (which wasn't scary at all...) and I have deeply fallen in love with its soundtrack. I have the same feelings as I do for Transformers (if all Transformers soundtracks are like Age of Extinction then please let me have them all). And, for me, they both sound similar. So here is the Ender's Game soundtrack: Listen to them both and tell me which one is your favorite. I never knew music could change your life till I heard the Music for Writing I - The Phantom Music.
The Ender's Game Soundtrack and the Transformers: Age of Extinction Soundtrack wouldn't have been possible without the Magnificent Steve Jablonsky. His works are stunning and amazing. Tell me in the comments what your favorite instrumental song is! You heard it right! Jill Williamson's 'By Darkness Hid', the first book in the Blood of Kings Trilogy, is free on eBook! By Darkness Hid - Amazon Cool right? I'll give you a fact about it. It's her oldest published book and it's been out ever since 2009. I would love to see this book be at the top of the bestseller list. Here's the summary. Given the chance to train as a squire, kitchen servant Achan Cham hopes to pull himself out of his pitiful life and become a Kingsguard Knight. When Achan's owner learns of his training, he forces Achan to spar with the Crown Prince--more of a death sentence than an honor. Meanwhile, strange voices in Achan's head cause him to fear he's going mad. While escorting the prince to a council presentation, their convoy is attacked. Achan is wounded and arrested, but escapes from prison--only to discover a secret about himself he never believed possible. I've read that summary at least five times and I still get an amazing fuzzy feeling (it's the kind when something incredible happened in a movie).
Would you like to help get it to the top? Click on the picture (or the 'By Darkness Hid - Amazon' above the picture) and it'll go straight to Amazon. And buy it! WELL, your not really buying it, your just getting it. So go get it! Have fun and help her get to the top! First off, I want to thank the AMAZING C.B. Cook from The World of the Writer for doing this contest. Today, I'm doing the 'Character Creation Contest' made by The World of the Writer. Let's just say that when I saw this I totally did not freak out and start screaming inside my head. Okay, anyway, the rules were to create a character from the three pictures she had on her blog and that the characters would be judged off of creativity, how intriguing the character is and how well developed the characters are. I think I was more confident in my head... -_- I can do this, so let's see. Here is my character! Isn't she so pretty? Name: Myliana Location: Merilis She is a princess over Merilis, an underwater trade kingdom. Having been born with no mermaid tail, she spends her time in the human world as a messenger for Merilis, perfectly blending in. The humans know of the world Merilis, yet they keep a distant from the underwater kingdom for it is known for its high tech security. (Possible Book) Short Story: "Myliana, as princess of Merilis and messenger to the human world, we give you this amulet to portray our thanks and blessings upon you." I knelt down before my father's fin and accepted the turquoise amulet. My mother and older brother created this small ceremony for me while I was still on the human's world trading seawater pearl dishes. Everyone in my family had a fin and because I didn't, I was able to better communicate with the upper world. I stood up and smiled, "Thank you father." I received a tight hug from the back which, at first, startled me. I laughed and said, "Thanks Merari." "You're welcome," my brother said grinning. He swam in front of me, his short brown hair drifted slowly in the water, his dark blue eyes gleamed and his white tail shimmered as he moved. "What do you plan on wearing for the banquet?" "What banquet?" I asked confused. "Your sixteenth birthday banquet. You only turn sixteen once," he replied as father swam away to mother. "How could you forget?" "Well, I've been in the human's world for quite some time and the things of Merilis keep slipping out of my mind." "So does that mean you want me to pick out your outfit?" he asked. I laughed, "I guess it does." Cheering, Merari left the throne room while I approached my parents. My father quickly glanced up at me and then kept whispering to my mother. Unfortunately, she did the same and that got me worried. After a few minutes, they stopped talking and they both looked at me. "Myliana, at 7:00 this evening, you will be turning sixteen," my mother said. I nodded, "And when I turn sixteen I can start making my own decisions. And that means I can freely go to the human world," I boldly stated. Even though I was the Merilis messenger, I had to go under strict rules to 'ensure my safety'. "Yes it does, but it also means more responsibilities to Merilis," my father replied. "We understand that you have grown a connection with the human world, but going there for six years doesn't change the fact the you have obligations here," my mother said. "It does when you've met someone," I muttered under my breath. "Tell us, what do you see in the lake when you are about to enter the water world?" My father asked. "Well," I began, thinking about what I see when I'm in the human world. "The lake... It looks a bit brown and it's muddy around the edges of the lake. Why do you ask?" My parents glanced at each other and looked back to me. "The humans pollute their waters, knowing that pollution is the one thing we can not defeat," my father said. "If the waters are polluted, then Merilis will have to travel millions of miles from the surface world, and if we can not trade..." my mother stopped. "And if we can't trade then Merilis will be nothing," I gasped as I finished her sentence. So that's it everybody. Hope you enjoyed! Please comment and tell me if this character surprises you. :3 Thanks! (c) All rights reserved. Please do not reproduce, plagarize, or dulicate any work on this site. Links back to the site are encouraged and welcomed. If you are new to the Nex Gen Justice League here are the past entries: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 and Part 5. Batboy's Point of view "Smallville.... Smallville, we had to have Smallville," a boy said. His red hair was pulled back into a small ponytail and his blue eyes were shimmering under his white mask. "Be quiet! Everyone--listen," I instructed. Immediately everyone became quiet, and the noise came again, but a bit louder. SCREEEEEEE! "What is that?" Robin asked. "I'm not sure. Maxim, record the sound and send it to Batgirl," I whispered to the red head. As he nodded the sound came again. Robin covered his ears and started to wince. "You okay?" I grew concerned. Robin was one of our best men when it came to battle. He nodded, "Yeah, its just that, the sound. Its vibrating in my head." "Batgirl isn't responding," Maxim replied. I turned around just in time to see a tall figure come right behind Maxim. "MAX! Behind you!" I screamed. The tall dark figure grasped his arms around him and vanished. Only leaving Max's mask on the ground. I will only be posting Nex Gen Justice League twice a month. On every second and fourth Friday. |
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The Ancient Past of the Scribbler
July 2019
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