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Have yourself, a merry little non-denominational holiday

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Cyra is the sister of the brutal tyrant who rules the Shotet people. Cyra’s currentgift gives her pain and power—something her brother exploits, using her to torture his enemies. But Cyra is much more than just a blade in her brother’s hand: she is resilient, quick on her feet, and smarter than he knows.

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The Birth Of Aki

I know I know! But I couldn't help splitting them in two!

CONTINUES IN AKI’S FOREST

The Birth Of Aki By Jackie

Maru had been sick for days. She lay down on the cold concrete.  The world was full of silence and sickness. Even though she was the goddess of healing and song, Maru’s magical voice could not make a sound. She could not heal herself or anyone else. Something was happening. She lay in a fetal position, with her beak parallel to her knees, until Para, the messenger dove, flew down from the sky and landed next to her. “Maru, you are having a child.” Maru looked up at the beautiful white bird. “A child?” The dove then teleported Maru to the clouds.  Aakash the wolf stood next to her.  “Maru, the goddess of healing.” Aakash said. “You must heal this empty world by birthing a new god to create something new.” Maru’s eyes widened. “But...I never knew I was pregnant! I never knew any of this!” Aakash picked up the goddess and said, “Life is a place of mystery and surprise. You never know what the next phase of the moon will look like. If  I told you, you will never feel the true feeling of  wonder and amazement that you will feel when you see your son’s eyes.” Maru smiled and her bright blue eyes closed. “Hold my hand...n-now…” Maru was now in pain. Aakash held her hand tightly. “You will be fine...come on…” Aakash cheered her on. Maru then started to sing her stress away. Softly, she sang, “Aaaaaa…” Then her voice  got louder. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

Her voice was so large and beautiful, the sun started to glow even brighter than before. Aakash covered his eyes with his sleeve. Then, he heard a little baby giggle. He uncovered his eyes and found himself on a grassy meadow. He then felt something tug his cloak. He looked over to see a baby fox looking up, smiling at him. The sun shined on him like a spotlight. Aakash smiled at the little fox and lifted him up in the air. Maru was no longer in pain. She stood up and took the little fox in her arms.  She smiled at him. Aakash then took the fox from her arms to let him walk. He looked at him and noticed that every step the fox took, a flower bloomed under his feet. Maru gasped. “He makes nature!” Aakash was standing still in shock, but then he picked up Maru and swung her by the arms. “WE MADE A GOD! OH MY GOSH WE MADE A GOD!” He spun Maru around. 

“Ok! OK! I get it! Stop spinning me! I am still a little bit under the weather from giving birth you know!” Aakash set the bird woman down and Maru set the fox on her lap. A breeze blew through the fur of Aakash.  “How about we name him Aki?.” Aakash frowned and then smiled. “He is kind of named after me!” Maru smiled. “Aki, do you like your new name?” Aki then giggled and started  to dance with flowers blooming around him.

THE NEXT MONTH

Aki was wrapped in white cloth on a carved marble table, surrounded by all of the gods and goddesses. Maru and Aakash were sitting in fancy chairs and wore fine clothing. It was the day of Aki’s coronation. Solarus, Lion god of  the sun, touched the fox’s head and said,  “I DECLARE THIS BABY AS ONE OF US, A GOD. I DECLARE AKI THE GOD OF THE WOODS!” The crowd went wild. After that, the gods threw a big feast for the new baby. After they ate, it was time to give gifts. Aki received golden instruments and jeweled pottery and mountains of toys and more. Aki loved every minute of it. But after those gifts were given, Para, the messenger dove flew towards Aki. “Here is something special I made for you.” Para the messenger gave Aki the last gift. It was a slab of clay. Aki was confused. Clay? The crowd looked disgusted. Clay was not suitable for a god. Para then cleared her throat. “It may not look like something special, but this clay can do many things. Clay does not have to be used for work, but it can be used to create. It can be used to imagine.” She put the clay in Aki’s little hands. “You will create amazing things someday. But for now, let your little mind soar and think big.” Aki then stared at the wonderful gift and said his first word, “CREATE!”

AKI'S FOREST CONTINUES

Didn't think it could get any better? WRONG! Isn't it wonderful when stories weave in and out, to create one huge snowball effect that make Hannah Baker commit suci...wait whut?
  ANYWAY, Here is the next piece in the puzzle! Thanks for reading! And a special thanks to our co-author, Jackie! *high fives*

Story of Human Creation

By Jackie S.

Pierce the tiger god stood on the edge of a steep cliff.   He looked down to see the still water of the small lake.  He stood on his mighty feet and jumped off the high cliff, into the water, making a splash.  There he saw Aki, taking an afternoon swim.  “Pierce! You scared the fish!”  Pierce smirked.  “I did? Good. Everyone fears me, the god of strength.”  He dunked himself under the water and swam with loud splashes.  Aki rolled his eyes.  Pierce was always like this. 

Aki then had a dramatic flashback of the time Pierce defeated him in the Battle of the Gods. He defeated every single one of them, and still taunts about it. “Haha! Remember that one time I drowned you in this very lake in the Battle of the Gods and Maru had to save you! Ha! Good times!”  The tiger laughed his hearty laugh.  Aki had enough of this, so he decided to create a species that could take down Pierce.  He gathered up his fellow gods and goddesses  and decided to create a new species: Man.  

Aki and the others teamed up and decided to transform into one.  They all became one god.  His name was Ace.   Ace used all of the gods power to create the species.  Ace reached his mighty hand and created the first human.  Ace named him Leaf.  Leaf was a strong man, but not as strong as Pierce.  Ace then told him to fight the tiger god, Pierce. Ace then broke up back into their original gods so they can give pierce the news.  “What? You want me to fight this guy? He is not even a god!”  Pierce laughed very hard. “I can beat him in no time!”  Aki put his hand on his hip. “We will see about that.” He sat down with the other gods to watch the battle. 

Maru sang the forest anthem while they got ready to fight. Pierce went in his tiger form. After that, it was go time.  The tiger charged toward the man, with his ears pinned back, baring his sharp teeth, roaring with saliva dripping from his fangs. 

 He kept slashing his claws at Leaf.   The man fearlessly grabbed a bow and arrow from Zorion. “Hey what are you doing with m-”  
Before Zorion could finish his sentence,
the man shot the 
tiger
in
the
chest. The tiger fell on his side and died. Leaf has killed him! The gods were shocked. Man was much more powerful than animals.  Man can outsmart a fierce tiger.  Aki thought that man was an incredible species.  The other Gods and Goddesses agreed. So they decided to transform back into Ace.  Then, he created a woman for Leaf. Ace named her Lake.  Leaf instantly fell in love with Lake. They decided to have children. So they did. Soon, Humans roamed earth. There were many advantages for having humans in the world, yet there can be a problem for it. Everett is one of those people.

TO BE CONTINUED!

MUHAHHAHAHH

The move to TOKYO!

So, there is a new genre of story today for you! Written by, Jackie the Wolf! Please give her a round of applause *waits* thank you.

The move to TOKYO!

By Jackie the wolf

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Pandaprincess8910  posted at 11:00 on 10/8/15

                Ugh! I am SO UPSET right now! I can’t believe my dad is making us move to New York!  All of a sudden the world revolves around HIM?!?! ): I am going to miss you guys so much!! I love New York, but I will never see you again! I don’t want to move! IT IS LIKE THEY DO NOT CARE ABOUT ME AND MY SOCIAL LIFE! UGH! I didn’t even say bye to my besties! Why does everything right have to go wrong? It is not fair! ):

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Pikachu-cutie13543 posted at 11:05 on 10/8/15

                 OMG! You are moving?! I am so sad! ):

              Please Skype me and try to visit me

              Read more…

 JumpyMiku2367posted at 11:07 on 10/8/15

     I am going to miss you so much, Jessica. You were so fun to be around!

I slam my laptop shut in anger when my dad walked in. He sat next to me. “I understand how you feel.” I sighed. “Yeah, right.” Dad touched my shoulder. “We have choices, and I think you might like it.” He smiled. A smile? Could he really be smiling at this time? “Our second choice is...TOKYO!” I couldn’t believe it. I was about to scream, but instead I let out a sigh. “You are joking, right?” He shook his head. “No, dear, we are telling the truth.” “AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! WE ARE MOVING TO TOKYO! TOKYO! TOKYO! TOKYO! WEEEEEEEEEE!” I screamed and ran around the house, until my sister, Marie, said, “No. we are moving to New york, not Japan. Nyc is better, and it will always be.” She rolled her eyes and tossed on her I LOVE NY shirt. Then she squealed and jumped on her bed. “NYC! NYC! NYC! YEAH! NYC!”

Oh no! EVERYTHING in my family has to be an argument! Why can’t we just have a good time in Japan?! I mean, I have a list. Robots, Cosplay, Anime, Kawaii fashion, Sushi, cats, amusement parks, WHAT CAN BEAT THAT?! Ahem, NOTHING! We sat at our dining room table. Family meeting. Of course. Should have seen it coming. “Ok, who wants to move to New york?” Marie stood up on her chair and jumped up and down. “OOOH! ME! ME!” Dad calmed her down. “Ok, Marie, what do you like about New york?”  

“First of all, the climate is humid and breezy. So those long coats mom bought will actually be useful.” Mom rolled her eyes. I rolled my eyes, too. “What good does that do?!” Marie glared at me. “The population is 19.75 million. So we can meet A LOT of friends!” Then, Mom chimed in. “It will be a little crowded.” “THANK YOU!!” I said. Marie then said, “It is 6 hours away from Pennsylvania.” Yikes. Japan is much more far away than Pennsylvania. Darn. Marie won that one. She smiled her “I got it right” smile. Then she said, “BILLIONS of movies were set here, Celebrities live here, famous landmarks are here, thousands of stores…” My parents were very impressed. Well, I was going to prove them wrong.

“Tokyo, has hot summers and cold winters,” I said, “Just like here in PA.” My parents nodded. I won that one. Marie’s face was as red as a tomato. “The population is 13.35 million. Less than New york, but still pretty crowded, but not as crowded as NYC.” I won that one, too. I was on a roll. Then mom said, “How long does it take to drive there?” I blushed. “Well...um…13...hours…” My parents disagreed. “Um...I don’t think our car will make it unless we fly on an airplane, but that will cost a lot of money.” Marie smirked. Ok, I knew I had to persuade them with the fun things Tokyo had. “Robots, Sushi, Nintendo, Kawaii fashion, Comics…”  Then my Dad said, “Robots?” I smiled and said, “Yes, Japan is known for it’s robots!” My Dad was very interested, because he was an engineer, and robots were his life.

Then Mom said, “Comics?” She was interested because she was an illustrator for action novels. “Yes, they are called Manga. I read them all the time.” I gave her a copy of Shugo Chara! and flipped through it.“Wow! I love the detail of their eyes! I would love to go!” I smiled.

Marie groaned. Dad smiled. “So, we have decided?” Mom nodded. “Tokyo it is!” I knew I was going to miss my friends so much. But Tokyo is my dream, and I love New York, but we always visit there. Besides, it will be a new experience for us all.

Pandaprincess8910  posted at 12:00 on 10/8/15

          Moving to Tokyo!!! :D

      

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TotoroSwagg139 Posted at 2:00

                   LUCKY!!!

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The Uncannily, Depressingly boring life of Me.

BUT WAIT! THERE'S MORE!
 We will be starting a new series this summer! The name!?

 The Uncannily, Depressingly boring life of Me.  

Basically I went through my closet and found a bunch of old diaries from 2-6 grade. After a careful skimming, I realized they might be a potential gold mine! These won't just be from me though. Because everyone's had a hiccup know and then right? Or maybe that's just me...ANYWAY! All stories will be labeled anonymous, your name will never be leaked. Just leave a comment below, and I'll send you all you need to know about entering your own horrid memories.

Caught your attention didn't I!? Here's a sampler of what's coming this summer:

September 4, 2013

Today was the kick-off for Stars! (kinda like girls scouts but with the bible and no cookies) There were fireworks and food! There was so much smoke from the fireworks that Maddie( my friend from stars) and I had to run inside! 

Tomorrow is the first day of school. I am excited! Rasha(my dog) has a cold and is sneezing, hope he gets better. He’s pretty old...

This is going to be painful...

The Girl on the Train is NOT about a orphan girl who has adventures on a train, meets new people, and gets adopted by a rich family during the great depression.

Hey! So sorry it took almost three weeks for me to post, but here's a short version of what I endured.

• Two musicals, I was in one, and one of them lasted until 12:00 am
• Mic Tape on my new jazz shoes
• Seeing 4 friend from the past, that you thought you would never see again #ICKward!
• The Rose and The Dagger By Renee Ahdieh, fan feels. 
• The Girl From Everywhere, feels
• Finding out that The Girl on the Train is NOT about a orphan girl who has adventures on a train, meets new people, and gets adopted by a rich family during the great depression.
• Finding out last minute that you have Sunday School duty. whhhhhhhhhy

But overall, the past three weeks have been pretty swell folks! *cries

Anyway, here's a kinda-new story by yours truly! ME

p.s. Don't forget to send in your own story! YOU could become the next collaborator! 

FAUX FRIDAY, and it’s not-so-helpful- ’90S-oriented-psuedo-insprirational hamster posters.

Honestly, I’ve always been irked by ridiculous school holidays. The teachers think it’s for the fun of it, in fact a direct quote from Mrs. Holiday-totally not making this up, just an uncanny coincidence- “Spirit is what drives us here at Yesterfield Junior High! What else do we have to hope for…” she actually mumbled that last part. Back to what I was saying, school holidays are a complete waste, especially spirit week. Now I’m not saying I’m against Taco Tuesday, even though I’m 90% sure the meat is some sort of unnecessarily over processed meat by-product made some where west, but your milking it when you have; Faux Friday, March’n Monday-the principle thinks it’s ‘cool’ to not fully spell words, in replacement, ‘, for instance: Rock’n Runway festival, Bang’n Burrito weekend, and The Perio’ic t’ble of El’ments, Thrumm’n Thursday, and finally: Faux Friday.

The goal of this, somewhat, cheesy event, was to be happy, it didn’t matter what mood you were in. Happy. Like grinning from ear to ear. To make it even worse, there were unbelievably tacky, pseudo inspirational posters of small rodents lifting weights, and casually eating healthy food. Basically, anything that the normal 7^th-9^th grader wouldn’t do. I don’t even know why I wrote about that. Never mind. So these things are plastered all over the walls during gym class distracting me, because, hey! Who can resist intently staring at a neon pink poster with a hamster lifting weights, spattered with neon pink paint? The coach is harping over the fact that we have the lowest GPA in the whole county for physical activity. It’s pretty embarrassing and we’re all standing there like immobilized sloths, when the coach dramatically pauses and projects, “Greg!” now, if I were a theater geek-which I am not- I would appreciate his perfect diction, and how he didn’t linger on the ‘e’ for too long. Or he projection skills, I mean come on you could have heard him from the library, but since I am not a theater geek, and never will be, I did not appreciate any of these things. I was terrified. 

“Greg! Please demonstrate for the class, since you were so clearly paying attention!” jeez Louise, this guy could project…. “Uh, what would I be projecting your honor, I mean, um, sir, highness, coach?” looking back, this was one of my many failures of attempting to speak in public. This is why I don’t do theater, notice line 9, I collapse under any source of pressure, including/especially, pressure from coaches. “Bars!” he earsplittingly bellowed, kind of like Peter Boyle in Young Frankenstein, Anyway, I gave him a signature Greg ‘I-don’t-know-whatever-you’re –talking-about-because-I simply-wasn’t-listening’ look. “You.” He pointed in a robot like nature to punctuate every word. “Go. Lift. Weights. NOW!!!” At that point, I was quivering like Bert Lahr, who had really lost his courage. This event was going either of two ways. I could fail, or I could fail with my chin held high. In this event, of Greg’s Tragic mental decisions, I chose the latter.

I hauled my body to the other side of the gym where the weights-of-doom laid. “Just five boost, and you’re done.” The way this coach could have mood swings was really getting on my nerves. “Yes, sir.” I quivered, like the limp noodle I am, I couldn’t just go, “Oh sir, actually, I don’t want to, so how about you pick on someone who genuinely wants to do this so I don’t make a bigger fool of myself.” But of course, I just said that in my head. So there I was, under some intricate equipment I had no idea how to use, and a creepy hamster poster staring me down. “Lift, Greg. Like, Up. Down. Move. Your. Arms.” I nodded best I could, which wasn’t very much considering I was under a thirty pound dumbbell. Okay. I mentally prepared myself. Just, up, and down. CRASH! Okay, that did not sound good. “Greg.” The coach was holding back a tsunami of rage behind his eyes. Oh gosh, oh gosh, ohgoshohgoshohgos- “Yes, um, coach?” here it comes…. “You just broke my thirty-pounder.” I am sweating like Chip Zien, from that one number in Into the Woods. “Do you know what you should do?” I fervently shook my head.  “I think you should visit the principal’s office.” He stated in an eerily calm, state. I felt like a debunked victim of Judge Judy. So here I am. In detention because of the evil gym equipment, the creepy/distracting hamster poster, which was just because of Faux Friday, basically, it was all the hamster’s fault.

Aki's Forest 2of2 By Jackie.

Hello Guys! Here is the conclusion to the highly acclimated, Aki's Forest By our co-author Jackie!

Previously: All of the gods lined up in front of Everett, and then he heard a voice. He looked, and saw Aki, the fox, standing before him.

“Only you can change the future.” All of the gods circled Everett, making a bright glow. Then he opened his eyes and saw that the gods had disappeared.  He looked, and he saw that the woods were just like they had been when he was a boy. He looked in the creek, and he saw that he was a boy again. The gods had sent him back to the past to change the future. He looked at the woods, and saw his favorite tree that he and his brothers loved to climb. He stared at the tree, then he hugged it tight, shouting, “Thank you woods! You will always be in my heart! Thanks for everything you have provided!” Then, Aki, the fox god, came and hugged Everett tight. “I am so proud of you, son.”

Everett was so glad to be a child again.  Everett spent years running through the woods and having a glorious time being an innocent boy again. He wished those days would never come to an end. But after many years of the never changing forest, Everett started to think of the forever, green trees. He knew that they would never change, because when Aki’s spell that turned Everett into a boy also caused the trees to be immortal and forever green. But Everett knew nothing is forever green. Everything would die, like his innocence. This was the way nature is. He decided to talk to Aki.

“Aki, can I talk to you?” Everett told Aki all about what he thought.  Aki agreed with everything. “You are right. Nobody can be the same forever. Nobody will be who they are in a thousand years.” Aki sat down, and looked at the green woods and sighs. He snapped his fingers, and all of the trees turned red. The leaves fell down off the trees, making a red and orange carpet.

“Every October, the leaves shall turn red and will fall off of the trees. The red of the trees resembles the blood of the lives you have taken through times of change, and the leaves falling off resembles the past memories of innocence. During winter, the trees shall have nothing, except the snow that freezes it, resembling karma. And spring, the trees shall grow leaves, resembling your return to innocence.”

When you look out the window, you will see the seasons change, and you will remember the story of Everett, and how Aki brought seasons to the world. When you look out the window, you will remember the magic of the woods.  When you step in the woods, you look at the trees, and you look at the creation of Aki, and you remember the magic of the four seasons.

The Miller, Boy, and the Completely Done Donkey

The Miller, Boy, and the Completely Done Donkey by Hannah

Once upon a time there was a young fellow, a Miller who needed to sell his donkey, and some extremely nosey townspeople. The joyful trio were just passing through a small town, when suddenly, two unpleasant gossipmongers dramatically exclaimed, “Oh my! Why would you walk young fellow, when you can ride!” then without waiting for the boy’s response, they hefted him up onto the irked animal. Dismissing the incident flippantly, the trio-the Miller, boy, and donkey-moved along.

 Unfortunately, at that time a Trio of men just finished with a hunt, flabbergasted at the sight one hollered out, “Ya lazy boy! Git of that donkey, yer old man can barely walk there, right!” after a brief cheering from the rest of the passé, the Miller and the boy switched places, irritating the donkey further. Unsurprisingly, the Trio, after about ten minutes of undisturbed trekking, were interrupted once again by a young couple with a cow, as white as milk.

“Why! Old Miller! How could you be so cruel! Let the boy onto the donkey!” they requested. “If we only had a child, we would not be so selfish, or be in this mess...” So without hesitation, the perplexed Elder, beckoned the boy over, and boosted him onto the now raging donkey. They rode for the next forty-minutes, stepping onto a bridge without being bothered. Without doubt, the gossiping, ghastly, group of women from before, made another appearance. The weary group, having so many interruptions, gave the women plenty of time to catch up.  Having them meet halfway across the bridge “You folk again! Treating that poor soul so terribly!” they scoffed, pointing at the overloaded donkey. With an annoyed sigh, the Miller climbed off the animal and hefted the boy down as well. “You might as well carry the donkey! He deserves it!” the group added under their breath. So, taking their advice, the boy was off to find a pole and once he spotted it, the Miller crafted it into a float, to parade the donkey. The donkey, having enough, and outraged beyond words let out a futile howl ensuring his execution, and jumped to his doom. SPLASH! The group peered over the railing of the bridge to see the donkey definitely dead at the bottom. The Miller and the boy agreed that the donkey was trying to teach them a lesson, Everyone cannot be pleased.

Taco Truck Guy, Phil, and their Pigeons

Yep, this is definetly a weird one... But weird is awesome! Right? *sweats nervously*

Taco Truck Guy, Phil, and their Pigeons by Hannah!

Once upon a last week, there was a Taco truck guy, his friend Phil who always tagged along, and their traveling pigeons. They had a humble taco truck which usually resided at 45 Court Street, near Buffalo NY. They were set apart from other Taco Truck business, extraordinarily, they used pigeons for deliveries. The pigeons didn’t mind this at all, and they always got a treat after every job. But, of course someone had to tell the animal activist about the clever trade, and they showed to give them a drab lecture one fateful morning. They had just gently flung a pigeon into the air to make a delivery to a gymnastics group, when they arrived with picket signs. “Animal abuse!” they hollered as they marched around the truck. So taking heed from the animal activists, The Owner stopped using birds, and used his trusty companion. Phil. Phil was a pushover so to speak. He did whatever The Taco truck guy wanted and when he was loaded up with burritos and cartons of rice to walk to the other side of town; Phil didn’t show his eternal pain.

Unsurprisingly, Phil was stopped by a child labor activist group, who told him, he shouldn’t stand for that type of work. He was shocked at fist with the encounter, but dismissed it because he was typically mistaken for a child on a regular basis. He was only 5’4 and had a taste for Sesame Street apparel. Once he got back to the store, he found that the group of activist had followed him back. They shouted and pumped their fist. “Children aren’t mules! NO FREE LABOR!” Predictably, the owner took it upon himself to saddle the orders back and forth, but whoop-de-do, he was stopped by a concerned citizen who would like to remain anonymous. Basically, the concerned citizen warned the owner that lifting heavy tortillas could cause permanent back problems. Suddenly alarmed for his health, the Taco Truck guy rushed back to his place of work, and to Phil.

 After a brief conversation between the two-Phil and Taco Truck Guy- they decided that they would have the pigeon once again carry the meals. Nevertheless all three of the activist groups, including the anonymous concerned citizen, showed up when they saw this happening. “Greedy, Lazy, heartless! How could you!” one of the group yelled, which attracted the passing crowd. “What’s going on!?” a young boy shouted from a bench. “They poisoned our water supply! Burned our crops, and delivered a plaque among our houses!” someone bellowed from the child labor side. “They did!?” the crowd incredulously inquired, the crowd. “NO! But they abused a pigeon!” a deafening cry of outrage shook the city as the crowd took this in. “I say we have a SACRIFICE!” and without waiting for this to settle among the now terrified trio, the crowd attacked! Someone tied them up, when another perfected a stake for burning. With one last hopeless glance from each other, the Taco truck guy and Phil wordlessly agreed on one thing before the match was lit, you can’t please everyone in New York. 

VERONICA ROTH ANNOUNCES NEW BOOK

The lovely Veronica Roth has some amazeballs announcements on her YA new book coming out in 2017. It took some serious online stalking, (not in a creepy way...sort of...) until I came up with this synopsis. I hope you're grateful, because I might get a warning from the government about stalking. Major Flags in their filter. oops.

So. My new book is a sci-fi fantasy story set in a time of extreme political unrest (hence the “Star Wars” comparisons you might have heard!). In it a boy named Akos, along with his brother, is kidnapped and brought to an enemy nation. When the dictator of that place threatens his brother’s life, Akos has no choice but to work with a girl named Cyra (the dictator’s sister), to save him. But Cyra’s trust—and her kindness!—are difficult to earn…to put it mildly. And the intense friendship Akos and Cyra form puts them in more danger than they could ever have imagined.

~Veronica Roth

Can I just say that I legit just peed my pants.
   I need this book.
   This book is in my blood.
   This book is going to torment me until I read it.
   UUUURRRRGG

Aki’s Forest By Jackie

Hola! Soy Dora! XD
 Okay, so we have a special entry by Jackie! This month we will be doing something different. This story will be split into two parts.Here's part one!

Aki’s Forest By Jackie

Everett was a young boy, who lived in a small house near the beautiful woodlands.  At night, he loved to run through the forest, under the stars of  Aakash, the wolf headed night god.  He loved the feeling of the enchanted grass of the forest floor, and the owl singing her lovely song.  Every dawn, he would go in the woods and pick the fresh mulberries from the beautiful bushes.  Every day as he grew, Everett would take more from the woods.  He would cut down the trees to create shacks, he would hunt the wildlife of the animals for food and fur.  Every year, more and more was taken.

The eyes of Aki, the woodland god, witnessed everything he was doing.  All of the years that went past flew before him like Maru, bird headed goddess of song.  The sun was glowing on his red fox fur, and he was staring at the sun, thinking about what the woods will turn into in a thousand years.  His lovely woodland would be turned to a desolate wasteland.  He decided to walk towards the young man, his brown cloak dragging behind him. He tapped Everett on the shoulder. Everett turned around and saw the fox’s bright blue eyes staring back at him. Everett dropped his ax in fear and ran. But the fox caught him, his hands clutching on Everett’s deer skin tunic.

“What are you doing with your life?” The fox god asked the man. Everett’s brown eyes fogged up. He grabbed his bow and arrow and screamed, “MONSTER!!!” But before he could shoot the fox god, Zorion, the coyote god, god of archery and weapons, grabbed his arm from behind, making Everett drop the weapon.  Everett turned around and saw a coyote man standing behind him.

Zorion smiled and picked up the bow and arrow. “Archery is a sport of hand eye coordination and strength,” the coyote shot his arrow at a tree and it landed right in the middle. Everett was shocked. “But, like everything on Terra’s lovely Earth, everything has a darkside.” Zorion frowned. “The power of life and death lay in your hands. The slaughtered animals by your tent represent the evil of archery. Now those animals are to decay,” Zorion said.

           The two gods snapped their fingers and Everett collapsed and fell asleep. The man had a terrible nightmare. All of the slaughtered animals walked, transformed into humans, with bows and arrows in their hands. They were chasing Everett. “Die repulsive beast!” The animals shouted, while firing their arrows.  The words they used were the same as the ones he used when he killed them. “Die, you wicked, twisted, soul!” The animals kept shouting.

The animals kept chasing him. Everett came to a pond. He looked in the pond , and saw that he was a deer. He looked back and saw the coyote face of Zorion, and as he was about to fire, Everett woke up, covered in sweat. It was all a dream. It was all a terrible, horrible, dream. No gods, no deer, it was all a dream. But he heard a sound. A lovely sound. A sound of a woman’s voice.

He followed the song, entranced. He walked and he saw the beautiful bird face of Maru, goddess of song. She held his hand and brought him to a beautiful woods. It looked just like the woods of his childhood. He ran, feeling the grass between his toes. Then Aakash, the wolf-headed god of night, came over. “Beautiful, isn’t it? Pleasant memories you have had here. I remember watching you running through this forest as a child with a big smile on your face, having a wondrous time.” Everett smiled, remembering the pleasant times of his childhood. But the wolf frowned. “But the past is in the past.” He snapped his fingers, and then the view of the present came. The woods were full of waste, trees fell down, and dead animals fell with them. Everett looked at what he had done. He knew that this was all true. He cried on the cloak of Aakash. Aakash looked over at the man, and then Everett saw a glow. All of the gods lined up in front of Everett, and then he heard a voice. He looked, and saw Aki, the fox, standing before him.  

LADY MIDNIGHT IS COMING!!!!!

AHHHHHH!!!!!! (me screaming in excitement)

I legit cannot wait to get my hands on this book! I am oozing with anticipation! If you don't know what I'm talking about, then Demon Pox to you. :P

This amazeballs book, is by Cassandra Clare AKA 'The Queen of Fantasy'! So basically, this book continues the path of Shadowhunters that this Queen has blazed for us. Hopefully, we will get to see Jace,Wayland,Lightworm,Morgenstern, Herondale, and Clary Fray's future together!!! But of course, the main focus of the book will be on some new characters, Emma and Julian!! OMG I cannot breath, i'm so excited! And the worst part is, I haven't even pre-ordered the book yet!!! URRGG!!!

Therapist: The bull growls...
Me: Hey!
Therapist: It is now marking its territory with a menacing glare...
Therapist:No, wait, an incredulous look...
Therapist:Deadpanning
Me: Get out.




Physiatrist: (while walking away) IF you want to find out more about this awesomesauce book click the link!http://www.cassandraclare.com/
 ANd here's a queen pic of the book cover, that will be coming out tomorrow, LADY MIDNIGHT!!!





Me: ARE YOU STILL HERE!!!???

Who will bravely bell the bitter Cat?

Okay, so this one is an old favorite! It might seem familiar, from my previous site, 'MyTweenLife2016' but, hey, why not post it again on a different site? Exactly. So here you go. :P

Who will bravely bell the bitter Cat       By Hannah Walker

About 20 years ago, a nasty group of mice hastily sauntered into an amazingly gigantic mansion.Two joyfully retired zebra trainers lived there and their names were Nelson and Jesse. This happily married couple had a HUGE Kitchen with the most gloriously wonderfully tasting foods that came from all over the world. Late at night the mice would stealthily but eagerly sneak into this massive kitchen, nonchalantly rob it of its fruits, meats, and certain delectable dairy products (cheese), and proudly march two by two back to their mouse condo under the floorboards of the couple’s house.

 Frankly this trick confused the couple and one fateful morning they formed a huddle. “What are we going to do?”  Wailed Jesse.  “I got it, we shall purchase a fur ball!” cried Nelson. The smug couple pleasingly did just that. Punctually, the mouse family went out to steal the valuable treats only to discover an enormous feline smack dab in the middle of their path! The cat awoke to detect the new playmates and eagerly pounced on the 9^th mouse. This amazingly continued on for days and days until there were only 4 swiftly moving brave mice left.

 Right before the routine robbery the mice had an insanely bright discussion.“We need a plan!” decided the 3^rd mouse.“Like what!?” disagreed the 2^nd mouse. “I got it!” unexpectedly exclaimed the 4^th mouse,”  “We can tie a jingle bell to the violent mouser!” snobbishly stated the 4^th mouse. “Perfect idea now who will do it?” wisely countered the brightest and wisest mouse.  Embarrassed and ashamed all the mice spoke no more.     



Important Note!
HEYO! this is the head author Hannah! Just wanted to give you a heads up! March is open for 'Author of the Month'! Just leave a comment down below, and you could see your story in two weeks! 

 ~Hannah ;P

Regardless Wednesday, Miles of Backstory, and The Legends of a Round Table. By Hannah Walker

Okay, so I was on the couch earlier,watching the rain, (This sounds so serene, it really wasn't) and was thinking about the blog...over the sounds of my mother bustling around in the kitchen, Adventures in Odyssey playing in my sister's room, my dog harping over a neighbor that had mistakenly stepped into our yard while walking his own dogs, and Owl City's new album Mobile Orchestra (If you haven't heard it, you are absolutely hopeless, you need to hear his music, click this link: http://www.ayoungblog.com/)playing over all the music. 

 Anyway, back to the point, I was thinking about how different blogs have things like, "Wacky Wednesday (Interviewer:Did you just quote Doctor Suess?

                     Me: Yes, yes I did.)

and Throwback Thursday. But, I couldn't think of anything that rhymes with Wednesday that wouldn't copyright.SO, Then a thought, inspired by John Green himself popped into my head, and I don't feel like going to the bookshelf, rooting through all the piles of Green novels, until I found 'Paper Towns' and got the exact quote. So, with Margo and her iDeals oN hOW caPitaliZatiON's bAsic rUles cOULD huRT lEttER's fEelIngs, flowing through my mind, the book I was reading (Struck, by Jennifer Bosworth) completely forgotten, I decided, "I shall SLAY the unwritten rules of writing!(see what I did there?) So here we are, after miles of backstory and links, 

drumroll please.

REGARDLESS WEDNESDAY!!!!

HAHA! and here is the story for this magical day where I completely disregard all rules of

1. Capitalization
2. Rhyming
3. My Sanity...

The Legends of a Round Table. By Hannah Walker

There are legends, and then there are Legends. Once upon a time, in the land of nobility, chivalry, courage, and justice, there were the Knights of the Round Table. They abided in a castle and in that castle there were the Cavalry quarters, and in the Calvary quarters, the knights planned how to, simply, save the world.  The reason they had a ‘round’ table instead of a reliably regular rectangular sitting area was frankly because, circles were round, had no points, and plainly stated that they were all equals. There was no ‘head’ chairman or leader of the group. Just some noble men looking to ensure justice unto the world. They swore to always follow their ‘Knights-of-the-round-table’ or ‘KRT’’ code which goes as follows: Aid any person in trouble, to not single out females simply because they were always stereotyped as the ‘Helpless Maiden in Despair’ or “Damsels in Distress” .Helpless, schmelpless. Ever heard of Malala? Anyway, the code also included; “To protect the helpless and weak, man or female, didn’t matter. To fight evil, and to have each other’s backs. Because of them, that era was just that much better. Thanks to the Legends of the Round Table, who shined light in a world brimming with darkness,

and illiteracy.

Helping Hands, by Bethany

Hey readers! Here is February's guest story! Thanks a bunch of daisies!!! :[ )

Helping Hands, by Bethany

Whitaker Jason had a kind reputation for saving people's lives, when they needed it of course. He also could never do it without the help of his trusty crewmen, of which he named Argonauts. Jason just began torelax in his colorful beach chair, recovering from a previous excursion,when he received an urgent message.Hastily, the message was pleadinghim to set sail immediately, for a king from another land was in trouble.Quickly, Jason ordered his men the hoist the sail, for they were to crossthe great blue Aegean Sea, and from what he could tell that could takeall day.So they immediately set sail and arrived in the kingdom, thereJason approached king Phineas. King Phineas truly claimed that evil Zeus; king of the gods had blinded him. And on top of that, sent his harsh minions, called harpies to do his dirty work and stole Phineas' Succulent food every time he ate. So now Phineas was blind, had no food, and had repulsive harpies attacking him constantly.Jason soaked up this information, considering the numerous possibilities of what he could do. Gathering his capable Argonauts, here quested that they build a clever harpie trap, while telling the 2 special Argonauts who were sons of the great North Wind, to soar high above the massive trees, and keep a sharp eye out for harpies. When one intruded, the sons would chase them far beyond the sea.After two long games of chase, Jason ordered them to collect some scrumptious food for the poor old king. In return, Phineas gifted Jason with a new spectacular ship to sail home in. Ever so grateful,Jason and his huge crew rushed aboard, exploring every nook and cranny in it.A helpful sailor, is a happy one

Glass Sword Release!!!

Hello Fellow Geeks!
As you may already know, tomorrow is a pretty big day for the YA fandom!!! And do you know why? On February 9 (tomorrow) the sequel to the New York Times Bestseller Red Queen, Glass Sword!!!

If you haven't already red the first one, here's a synopsis provided by Wikipedia.

The story is set in a fantasy world where human beings are divided based on the colour of their blood. The "ordinary" people have red blood and those with "abilities" have silver blood. These silver-blooded are referred to as "Silvers" and are the ruling elite. Silvers severely oppress the red-blooded commoners referred to as "Reds".

A series of events results in the discovery of a seventeen-year-old Red girl with abilities named Mare. The royal family hides the truth about her lineage and proclaims her as one of their own, a Silver accidentally raised as a Red. Oppression of the Reds leads to a rebellion (the Scarlet Rebellion) and the rise of revolutionaries, lead by Reds. The Silvers and Reds clash and the main character, Mare, is caught in between. Both sides want to use her to their advantage and she struggles internally as she tries to decide what to do to keep her family alive without completely changing and going against what she believes to be right. 

 Now, introducing Glass Sword, the highly anticipated sequel! 

 WARNING! SLIGHT SPOILER!!!

Mare Barrow’s blood is red—the color of common folk—but her Silver ability, the power to control lightning, has turned her into a weapon that the royal court tries to control. 

The crown calls her an impossibility, a fake, but as she makes her escape from Maven, the prince—the friend—who betrayed her, Mare uncovers something startling: she is not the only one of her kind.

Pursued by Maven, now a vindictive king, Mare sets out to find and recruit other Red-and-Silver fighters to join in the struggle against her oppressors.

But Mare finds herself on a deadly path, at risk of becoming exactly the kind of monster she is trying to defeat.

Will she shatter under the weight of the lives that are the cost of rebellion? Or have treachery and betrayal hardened her forever?

Thanks for reading! And please check out the awesome mind behind the books, here! https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7074943.Victoria_Aveyard

Here's the link to the books! Please check it out!

Glass Sword (Book 2)

 http://www.harpercollins.com/9780062310668/glass-sword

Red Queen (Book 2)

http://www.harpercollins.com/9780062310637/red-queen

Thanks again! BTW, you probably won't here from me til Friday. I have a sequal to read!

~Toddles :{ )

*All rights go the the Victoria Aveyard, HarperCollins, and Wikipedia 

Breath. By Hannah Walker

K guys, so this one is a little weird, kinda a onomatopoeia thing, by yours truley! AKA=me.

 Enjoy! :)

Breath.                  

            BY Hannah Walker                          

Breath. In, out. Focus. Kick, Kick, Kick. Remember why you’re here. The thought plays thorough my head. A constant mantra. Focus. Don’t fail, you can’t sink. A flash of silver crosses my view. Agent 4610 has located subject Thirsty Dynamo, at 12:00. I make a mental note in my head. Dive! Dive! Dive! The voices say. They talk to me a lot now. Down. Down. Down. Seemingly endless blue. Never ending. Never stop- There! The most beautiful one I’ve seen yet. Flash. Sparkle. Shimmering. I can almost see my hand coming towards it. So reflective. So shin-There! Eureka! It feels so cool in my hand. So cool. So, so cold. Blurring. Burning, not in my hand. My chest. My- Breeaattthh. I gasp. Air. I. nee- Breath.

At first the alluring smell of the pastry only tantalizes me. But, slowly but surely, The smells. Oh, the smells. Buttery. Penuts. A sickly sweet strawberry preserve. Crunch. Crunch. The leaves beneath my shoe. Clink. Clatter. The coins going into the register. Crinkle. The donut going in the bag. “Good’ay, n’ have a good one to you!” the clerk cheerfully dismisses me.  The fall of the shoes of strangers. Crunch. Crunch. The flash of green. The peculiar flash of green? Closer. Closer. I finish the delicacy, and rush over to the fountain. Who is that? I think Green, The color is too bright. Splash. The waters have an irregular pattern. Whish. Whoosh. Spur. The regular pattern is altered. Whish. Whoosh. Splash! The abnormal green fish flails in the water. I reach. Almost, almost- There! This is no fish. A head. Human. Cap; yellow. The alluring smell of the pastry stand, only steps away, teases me.

Bright. To bright. I am met with the most curious eyes. He stars for several beats. “Who are you?” he inquires. Who art thou? You’re the one pulling me from my obligation! “Henry.” He cocks his head to the side. His eyes raking over me in the strangest manner. “And why are you swimming in this fountain, Henry?” He smells of the pastry stand, just steps away. The glint of the silver coin, grasped in my hand catches his attention. “Have you been stealing from the official state of Kansas’ fountain?” I shake my head. “I have not been stealing, sir. But only taking what the voice tells me.” I reply. His eyes soften, slightly. “Shall I escort you home Henry?” I nod my head. Together we walk towards the pastry stand and get a treat, Then he guides me to my home, which I have provided the location of. “Henry?” he peers over at me. “Yes?” I respond. “Breath.”