A DOUBLE FEATURE!
Now, I'm not sure exactly what I should do for the second part of it... Or the first. Not much has been going on.
Perhaps I can share with you a sneak peak of my latest book. Won't tell you the plot, but I just want your critique. I didn't get much done in it, so I'll also share some of my other books. Actually, change of plans. I forgot to save that one. But I can share with you my other ones. Here is one that I had planned, but it didn't get very far with all the promos among my class.
Super 11:
There
was only one word to describe it. Ashley Jackson was abnormal. Sure, she looked
as normal as any eleven year old girl, but you should never judge a book by its
cover. Little did the world know that their fate rested in the hands of a young
sixth grade girl.
The
bell rang in Ashley’s ears, echoing in her head. She looked up to see her
teacher’s glaring face, along with the puzzled expressions on her classmates’
faces. Mr. Smith sighed and walked back to his desk to mark Ashley’s 5th
midday nap since 1st period as much of her class packed their bags
and left for the lunch period. Ashley walked out of the classroom with her two
best friends, Hannah and Emily, and a note for her parents.
“Honestly,
Ashley, how easy does a question need to be for you to not fall asleep to
answer it?” Hannah asked, followed by several nods from Emily, whose dark shoulder-length
hair flew up and fell down around her tan face.
“One
more note and your parents are going to kill you!”
“I
know, I know. The thing is…” Ashley struggled for an excuse. The smart girls weren't easily fooled by Ashley’s tales of howling dogs at night and rush hour
happening early at 2:00 AM. “I have a sleep disorder. The teachers don’t know
because it’s embarrassing.”
“So why
are your parents going to kill you?” Hannah argued. “If you have a disorder, shouldn't your parents be the first to know? Besides you, of course.”
“Yeah,
Ashley. You've told us a lot of stories, and this is insane. We’re your best
friends! It can’t be that hard to keep a secret? What about that one time in
the 3rd grade when you told me about your… soggy bed issue?” Emily
said, attempting a wink but ending up blinking three times. She couldn't control her body very well, and could hardly keep from smacking whoever was
near her for no reason. The doctors refused to believe she was ill.
“Guys,
I really want to tell you, but I can’t! Come on, I already have a whole wall
filled with the notes from school. I ran out of room on my cork board so my
parents started taping them to my door. I don’t want them to move on to my
walls until I’m at least 7th grade.” Ashley shouted, walking away
rather quickly. She had met Emily in the 2nd grade, when they were
put in the same class, and from the day they met they were together whenever
possible. When they reached 5th grade, Hannah came in, shyer than
they’d ever known a person to be. Emily’s likeable and bubbly personality
managed to befriend her, and Ashley was soon friends with Hannah as well. So
began their little triangle of friendship. As Emily and Hannah entered the
science lab, the bell ceased. The two sat down and opened their notebooks, met
by glares from Ashley.
So how was that? And now, another tale. This one I have big plans for. Although, Alicia was designing the costumes and got none done. She finished all of them before, but forgot that they needed to be medieval.
Secret Service Girls:
All was well in the kingdom of Esthia. The light Sunday
breeze whistled in the air, as the villagers strolled around the market. The
castle gleamed in the afternoon sun, its sentry towers rising high above the
ground upon which the people it protected stood. However, through the walls of
the castle, up upon the third floor, things were troubling the young Prince
Charles. Albeit many people envied his luxurious ways, he envied their
carelessness, their ability to forget their troubles and dance in celebration
of his birthday, which just so happened to fall on a very unfortunate day. He
dressed in his best outfit and walked down the elegant marble stairs, catching
the gaze of all the guests there for the banquet in honor of him. He sat down
at the right-hand side of his father, the kind King Luxor. He watched as the
strangers danced around the ballroom. Eventually, Prince Charles begged his
parents to be excused so he could relax for a moment in his bedroom.
Reluctantly, they obliged.
Ignoring the stares from the dancers, Prince Charles
marched up the stairs and to his quarters. He reached for the door, but was
alerted by a clattering. He gazed down the railing, but nothing seemed out of
the ordinary. He opened the door a bit and caught the gaze of a girl. Her
outfit entirely in black, including her short hair, she had her fist buried in
his private box, which was filled with precious gems from foreign lands.
Angered, he began to approach the girl.
“Excuse me, but what in the world do you think you’re
doing?” the prince demanded. Her shocked stare locked firmly on him, the girl
began to back towards the window, through which she had clearly entered. “No, I
don’t want to harm you; I’d just like my jewels back!”
“And waste all of my hard work? No thanks, kid.” She
continued to back up. Furious, the prince approached her. As she backed away
panicking, she tripped and fell backwards. She was so close to the window that
she began to lose her balance and doubled over backwards through the window.
Charles didn’t want to kill anyone on his birthday, so he leapt forward and
grasped her wrist. The girl quickly regained balance, but then saluted and
jumped out, but not before Charles had managed to grab a necklace off of her.
He watched the girl run away from the castle, gems and rope in her arms. He
examined the necklace. The string had ripped, but it was a very thin, scratchy
one. The pendant slid off of the frayed, beige string, crashing to the floor.
It caused no apparent damage to the pendant, which was a light purple. The
swirls were not painted on, and the jewel appeared to be very real. This gem
was authentic, possibly worth a whole bag of gold. And though the gems she had
taken were valuable, the girl wouldn’t be gaining any profit; only losing her
necklace. The gems were easily replaceable, but the necklace probably had
sentimental value. On the back of it was inscribed, ‘To my love, my one and
only’. Charles pondered what had just happened.
Taleeya was ecstatic. With the gems she had managed to
snatch from the prince’s room, she would be rich beyond belief! She raced to
her little tree house, or rather, just a tree. She looked at her pile of stolen
goods. Over the years, she had perfected her techniques of theft. As Taleeya
gazed into a mirror she had stolen from a travelling merchant one spring day,
she instantly dropped the gems and her rope. She panicked, feeling all over her
clothes, blackened from mud and dirt, but to no avail. Her necklace was gone.
Prince Charles considered his options at the moment. He could
tell his parents, in which case they would send out the whole army to kill that
girl. He would get the jewels back, but his mother would kill him for losing
them in the first place. His other option was to keep quiet. His thoughts were
interrupted by a whistling sound from outside. He gazed out the window the girl
had come in through. An army of soldiers dressed in iron chest plates were
gathering outside the castle, encircling it for as far as the eye could see.
Charles’ sensitive ears still heard the merrymaking in the ballroom, so
obviously he was the only one to notice in the castle. The villagers, on the
other hand, didn’t seem to be faring too well. Parts of the village burned a
fiery red, the grey smoke rising from the rooftops. Frightful that his birthday
would also be the date of his passing, Charles raced down the stairs,
screaming.
“Charles, dear, what has happened?” Queen Penelope asked.
“Mother, father, the castle is surrounded!” Charles
shouted. The ballroom instantly quieted. His father’s face turned worried.
Summoning the guards, he gathered his family of three. Wielding a sword from
the display, he shooed away his wife and only son, allowing a soldier to escort
them to safety. Replacing his golden crown with an iron helmet from the display,
the king disappeared into the battlefield. After a few moments, a cry was
heard. King Luxor had fallen.
Nice font, huh? I just copied and pasted the work. There's one more paragraph after this, but I decided to leave it a mystery. Some of the things in here are based off of other people's creations, but nothing is identical. For example, I love Minecraft, and music. So I found CaptainSparklez parody of Viva la Vida, 'Fallen Kingdom'. Did you see the reference? I'll show you: "Replacing his golden crown with an iron helmet from the display, the king disappeared into the battlefield." Remember the part when the king took off his crown and picked up the diamond helmet, so he could go fight? That's what I was picturing.
So... nothing happened today. Except procrastination. And with that, I bid you farewell... Doctor. (Reference, not as widely known as the others...
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