Happy New Year's Eve!! =)

Wow. It's the last day of 2012.


It's kind of sad. But I'm looking forward to the future.


What's going to happen? I don't know. But I'm excited. What's going to be there, in that year of 2013?


But I can't wait! There's so many amazing things that's going to be happening!
Like plays.

And maybe camps.

And stories.

And books.

And people.

And family.

And places.

And all kinds of fun stuff.

And it's all happening in 2013!!!! :)

You guys have made 2012 AMAZING.

STUPENDOUS.

AWESOME.
COOL.

SWEET.
Yep.
I don't know what's in store, but I'm going to go through it with God. He'll get me through whatever is going to be out there for me.

I can't wait! Let the adventure begin!! :)


"I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord. "Plans to prosper you, and not to harm you; to give you a hope and a future." 
~Jeremiah 29:11

Happy New Year's Eve!!! :)


Twilight's Last Night--Chapter 1

Chapter One
I've lived by the sea all my life. It's just kind of part of life around here. The nice thing about living by a secluded little beach is that mostly we're by ourselves, and there's no one to bother our little family--Dad, Mom, Kaylie, me, and Danny. We have a nice life here. Danny loves to run into the surf, throw water at us, and collect gross-looking seaweed; Kaylie loves to write stories to the sound of the surf rolling in; and me? Well, I love to climb the rocks overlooking the bay and to act upon the cliffs like the great actresses of old. Though I'm not quite sure if the actresses of old actually acted on cliffs. In fact, in the days, mostly during Shakespeare and before, there weren't any woman actresses, except maybe in France there were a few. I love acting. It's as much apart of me as my freckles and the glasses on my nose. As much as the daring long brown hair with the flashing streaks of gold and brilliant red. As much apart of me as my blue eyes, shining like a blue moon. I would never be able to put away acting. Because acting's what I love.

I scrambled over the rocks, the ocean far below echoing in my ears. I hefted my bag and sat down on one of the rocks. Rummaging for my Bible, I sat and read a Psalm or two. Then I put my Bible away and just watched the ocean. The sun was slowly rising over the blue-green waves. And that's when the horrid thought hit me again.

School starts today. I shivered at the thought. I was going to be a freshman this year. Oh, the horror. Well, the good thing was that the high school's drama club was better than the middle school one. And, thankfully, my best friend, Farren Grady, was advancing with me. I was sure I wouldn't be able to survive without her. And of course Kaylie was in high school--already a junior. But, as close as we were, she still liked to have time with her friends. She probably wouldn't want me hanging around her.

I grabbed my bag with my Bible in it and slung it over my shoulder. I liked to think of it as my survival pack, since it pretty much had everything in it that I would need to survive. I'm a newborn Christian, so I consider my Bible part of everything that I need to survive. It's the first thing I would grab if I were escaping a burning house. Don't ask me why I think of those kind of things. I just do.

I climbed down the face of the cliff, jumping the last foot to the beach. I could see Kaylie sitting on the porch of the house on top of the little incline away from the beach. Her laptop was in her lap and her eyes were trained to the screen of the computer. I raced up beside her and plopped down in a seat next to her.

"What're you writing about?" I questioned, leaning over her shoulder.

"Best friends." As she spat out the word, she pushed down extra-hard on the keys. I cringed.

"OK, uh, well, I'm going to get ready for school," I told her. "See you in awhile."

I rushed inside and changed into school clothes. Then I forced down a bowl of corn puffs and walked back out onto the porch again. 12-year-old Danny had joined Kaylie and was going through his collection of dried seaweed. The kid was going to be starting sixth grade, but I doubted that he was scared. He was probably excited.

"Hey, Katrina," he smiled up at me, blue eyes bright. "Guess what kind of seaweed I found the other day?"

"Hmm, uh, dead seaweed?" I suggested.

"Very funny, Kat," he glared, but there was a grin hiding behind that glare. I grinned back at him.

"Kids!" Mom yelled from the door. "Are you all ready for school?"

"Yes!" we yelled back.

"It's time to go!" she told us.

God, I prayed, help me. Just help me.

Entry for Maddie's contest =)

OK, so I'm supposed to pick a special theme, so my theme is going to be that of a dream, OK? :)

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I could see it--I could see the fear on my family's faces. I saw the tears falling on their pale cheeks. I saw the black-gloved hands of the people carrying them away--away from me, away from the world. Taking them, stealing them away forever.

"Save us," they whispered. "Save us."

I reached out for them, but I couldn't reach them. I cried out for help, but nobody came to my aid. I struggled to help them, but somebody help me back. I screamed and pushed and fought for my freedom, so that I could save my family, but I could not get away.

"Somebody," I whispered, tears streaming down my cheeks, "somebody come and rescue me."

Suddenly hands were lifting me up. Suddenly I was as free as a bird, and I raced towards my family with outstretched arms. Somebody was holding my hand the whole time, keeping me on my feet. I ran towards them, calling out. And somebody freed my family, giving them back to me. And suddenly I knew who it was, that had been there, who had taken my hand and lifted me up.

"Thank you, God," I whispered. "Thank you."

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OK, just say it. I stink at short stories. =P Oh well..........

I want to know something that only you guys can tell me...

I want to start a new continuing story on here. I know I already have Wyn and Arawyn Summersprite, but I really want to do it. I don't know why. But I'll tell you kind of what I had in mind, and then I want you guys to tell me what you think of it. OK? :)

Name: Katrina Bale
Age: 15
Grade: Freshman (9th, high school)
Hair: brown, with streaks of blonde and red
Type: long, loose curls
Eyes: blue
Skin: pale, freckles
Height: 5 ft 2 inches
Weight: 98
Notes: has glasses, averagely smart but sometimes has a hard time with school
Personality: amazing nice, kind, easy-going, shy
Interests: acting, choir (singing), crafts/making things/cards

Other people:
(Katrina's best friend)
Name: Farren Grady
Age: 15
Grade: Freshman (9th, high school)
Hair: blonde
Type: straight
Eyes: brown
Skin: tanned
Height: 5 ft 3 inches
Weight: 135
Notes: thinks guys are even grosser than the idea of scum on the moon
Personality: spunky, courageous, silly
Interests: sports

Katrina's Mom--the kind of lady who really connects with Katrina; was a sport-jock when she was a kid; devoted Christian, and helps Katrina through the walk of her Christian life; hates cooking but does awesomely at it.

Katrina's Dad--silly, kind of weird; awesomely cool; devoted Christian, youth pastor of Katrina's church; loves cooking up strange things; taught her mom how to cook after they got married; loves doing things with his hands.

That's all for now. What do you guys think?

Sorry I didn't post yesterday. :/

Yeah, sorry. See, I got sick again. No, no, not the same sickness. New deal. It wasn't that bad, but I was sleeping most of the day and then watched two movies and then finally went to bed. And then this morning I was guzzling gatorade. =D And THEN, I was off feeling better and eating macaroni and cheese and playing Quelf. (Awesome game. You should try it some time. ;D) Anyway, so, yeah.......

Thanks sooooooo much for everybody entering the Unusuals cover contest!!!!! You guys are soooo awesome!!!!! I love all of the entries!!!!! :) I think this is the most-entered contest I've held other than the design contest on Rubberboot Girl. I'm so proud of you guys. :) Let's just say that I'm seeing that design contests are the most-entered. =D

Also, the comments? LOVE YOU GUYS!! I come onto my dashboard thinking "I'm probably going to have like one or two comments since I wasn't on yesterday" and then I saw them.

ELEVEN!!!!

Yes, eleven comments!!!!!!!!!!

You guys are THE sweetest. <3

Also, I'm now going to be doing full-out admin-invited blog designs, so if you want me to do a blog design for you, email me at andriaandalexdragorn@gmail.com. I will still be doing just-over-blogger things, too, so don't be afraid. =D Just contact me on my My Designing page like usual. I'll be putting this email address on there so if you forget it, not sweat. ;)

If you guys didn't know this, I'm working on getting my book Rubberboot Girl edited to be published. So far, my very awesome and thorough editor is on, I think, like chapter four or five. Yeah, they're really thorough. Anyways, that's going really good...

Before I leave ya'll, who do you guys think is awesomer? Susan Pevensie or Lucy Pevensie? I know it's random, but hey... I just want to know. ;D

haha actually, this picture is kind of funny. Susan looks like "wow, I'm totally bored out by that lion..." and Lucy just looks like "Ugh, I need to sleep..." =D

There was a time when I wished I was a fairy.

It's true. I did. Of course, I was like ten years old. But I can still remember it. I was reading a book series at the time about these girls who found out that they were like these flower fairies. I yearned to be one of them. I yearned to know what flower I was from. I yearned and yearned. But of course nothing ever happened.

It's kind of interesting, your childhood dreams. When I was younger, I used to want to be a nurse. I remember that my mom asked me to draw a picture of what kind of job I wanted. I can still faintly see that person in a nurse's uniform.

And now? Hey, you want your slop bucket emptied, I'll do it. You want the spider killed, I'll do it. But empty out somebody's guts? Hold down somebody while they're getting their leg chopped off? No thanks. It's not for me anymore.

And now? My dreams lie somewhere else. It's funny how dreams are like that. You have one dream, and then either you fulfill it or it just fades away, to be replaced by a different dream that you have the highest hopes for.

What are your dreams?

And by the way, enjoy the last days of 2012 while they last. There won't ever be a 2012 ever again.


MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!! =)


 Luke Chapter 2

In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world. (This was the first census that took place while[a] Quirinius was governor of Syria.) And everyone went to their own town to register.
So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to himand was expecting a child. While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them.
And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. 10 But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. 11 Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. 12 This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.”
13 Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying,
14 “Glory to God in the highest heaven,
    and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.”
15 When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, “Let’s go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.”
16 So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. 17 When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, 18 and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. 19 But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. 20 The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told.

Merry Christmas!!!!! :)

Christmas Party@Storyteller of Weston County

Welcome to my Christmas Party!!

First of all, I want to let you know what your door prizes are right up front.


The first five people to comment will get door prizes.
Your choices are (if you're first, then you'll get to choose first, and so on):
A photo edited with words/quote/saying of your liking
Blog button
Blog header
Your say into what quiz I do next
A memorabilia piece about Arawyn, Wyn, or Willow (I will explain this if you ask)

OK, so first we're going to get ourselves launched off with some stories!! After the stories I'll do a quiz and some other fun stuff. ;)

Another of Wyn's Chapters first, I think. ;)


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"He's a sailor," Walt explained quickly. "His ship must've sunk or something, and he needed money. He always talked about what he'd do if his ship sank." He looked up at me. "He said that he'd get money some other way, no matter the consequences." 

At just that moment everything went black.

When I woke up, my head hurt like crazy. I still had a vision of riderless horses in my head from my dream. Weird. I was dreaming that again. Why on earth was this happening? I didn't know. For a moment I thought that I was in a ship but then I realized that I was actually in a dungeon. Rubbing my head, I got to my feet.

"Hey!" I yelled. "What on earth's going on?!" I pulled and pounded at the bars.

"Oi!" yelled a guard. "Be quiet! The master says that you have to be quiet unless you're ready to speak with him!"

"Well how on earth am I supposed to speak with him when I don't even know where he is or who he is?!" I demanded.

"She 'as a point," pointed out the other guard. "You wait 'ere and watch 'er and I'll go get his majesty down 'ere."

"His majesty?!" I again threw myself at the bars.

"She's going to hurt herself!" cried the first guard. "Just go and get him! Otherwise we're both going to be in a load of trouble!"

The other guard quickly ran up the stairs, coming back down awhile later with a man dressed in black. 

"Who on earth are you?!" I demanded.

He slowly slid his mask off.

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Hope ya'll liked that! ;)

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Dear Readers,

Hola! It's Willow.

Merry Christmas!

Amazingly, the Midnight Sun have given it up for the holidays.

So guess what?!

YAY!!!!

Yes, there's a party going on at the Terces Society. =P

I've already got presents for everybody. It's going to be a big load.

Anyway, bye!!

Adios!!

Eat lots of chocolate!!

Love,
Willlow

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That was pretty good, huh? =D Anyway, onto Arawyn Summersprite....

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I climbed to the very top of the trees. I swayed wildly in the wind. The dawn's rays of light pierced my eyes and blinded me, but I put my hand in the way of the sun and peered in the sky.

It was just as I feared.

A sky ship was flying off.

"Arawyn!" Damien quickly ran up to me, breathing heavily. "Where's my dad?"

I glared at the sky. "He was carried off by a Sky Ship."

His eyes grew big. "WHAT!?"

"I'm sorry,"  I told him. "I wish there was something I could do. But he's gone. We're going to have to hurry if we're going to catch up with them and save him."

"But... but those are pirates..." Damien walked around aimlessly, scratching his head.

"This isn't going to help your dad!" I pointed out.

"No, no." He shook his head. "You're right. But what about the locket?"

"We can go about the locket afterwards," I pointed out. "But your dad's more important then some locket. Now come on."

Damien sighed. "I hope that they really are gone."

I looked at him, suspicious. "What do you mean?"

He shrugged.

"Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me..."

We froze at the sound.

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Liked that, I hope? ;)

OK, now we're going to move onto a quiz that I believe you've been waiting for..... ;)

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The Unusuals Quiz
Ya heard me ;D
(By the way, I'm only doing the first book, and only a few. I would've liked to do all of you, but that's a lot of designing, folks...)

Yes, yes, we are!! You could end up being...

Sonya--one of the main characters of the story. The thirteen year is a little untrusting at times. Her gift is that of making things into other things. (Her drawings come alive. Quite helpful.) 

or...

Maddie--the other main character of the story. She is really nice and caring and everybody likes her. She can read minds.

or maybe...

Trisha--she's the bad guy for most of the book, though she redeems herself. She has magical singing that makes you obey her.

or yet...

Willow--she is a quiet, older-sisterly girl who cares a lot for Sonya. Her gift is invisibility. 

OK, so you guys ready? ;D

1. What have you always dreamed your life would be like?

A. You'd be a loner and go on all of these cool missions and save hundreds of lives.
B. You live a nice, normal life, get married, have some kids, and live in a beautiful house in the country.
C. You go into politics and become the president, of course!!
D. You become a world-famous writer.

2. If you had magical powers and you saw somebody else did, too, what would you do?

A. Go right up to them and point out that, yeah, we're like the same!
B. Be astonished and not do anything about it.
C. Get as far away from her as possible. You liked it better when you were the only one with the cool powers.
D. Maybe kind of try to go up and talk to them, but probably end up backing down.

3. If somebody told you that the people that you were with were actually the bad guys, what would you do?

A. Hesitantly believe them and go with them.
B. Not believe them, of course! They're psycho!
C. Realize that it must be the truth and go with them immediately.
D. You know it's not true, and you report that you were approached by them, but still wonder if maybe they really were right.

4. What would be the awesomest power ever?

A. Making things that aren't alive into other things.
B. Reading minds.
C. Enchanting singing.
D. Invisibility.

5. What's your best friend most like?

A. Really kind and quiet.
B. Kind of headstrong.
C. I'm their older sibling, basically.
D. A really explosive girl.

6. If somebody told you that the world was going to be taken over by creepy people named Masterns, what would you do?

A. Be like, "Oh, wow. Thanks for telling me. NOT!" And be scared.
B. Be kind of scared. Yeah.
C. Uh, hello! They're not the bad guys!
D. Be kind of nervous, but know that you're going to be OK.

7. If you felt like you knew somebody but you couldn't remember them, what would you do?

A. Push it back into your brain and forget about it.
B. Be plagued by it night and day.
C. Just forget.
D. Go and learn about it.

8. If your best friend turned evil, what would you do?

A. Try to help them in any way that you could.
B. Go after them and rescue them from themselves, of course!
C. They were evil the second that they left. Huh. I don't care what happens to them.
D. Get people to help you and then retrieve them.

9. What's your favorite combination?

A. Short brown hair and greenish brown eyes.
B. Dark blonde hair and dark blue eyes.
C. Blonde hair and blue eyes.
D. Dark brown hair and brown eyes.

10. What's your favorite pair of clothes?

A. Shorts, leggings, cami, jean jacket, and sneakers.
B. T-shirt, jeans, tennis shoes.
C. A black suit.
D. Long sleeved shirt, jeans, and sneakers.

OK...... so mostly As is Sonya!!


Mostly Bs is Maddie!!


Mostly Cs is Trisha!!

Mostly Ds and you're Willow!! :) (I'm Willow, by the way...)

Congrats!! Just take off your prize!! :)


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If you answer this right, then you get a special reward!! :)

Why did I create Storyteller of Weston County?

I'm sure a lot of you know this. The first one to answer it in the comments get the below prize!! :)

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Thank you all sooooo much for coming to my party!!! :)

Before you grab your coats and hats, please take this one last award from me:

Thanks so much!! Hope you come back!! :)

(I know this is Christmas Eve, but I won't be available tomorrow. So early Merry Christmas!!!!!!! :))

Your last chance

Your last chance,
Take your fighting stance,
Hold up your weapon high,
Eyes looking towards the sky.

Your last chance,
Hold out your lance,
Fight and win,
Win over sin.

Your last chance,
Take the dangerous dance,
You know the steps to take,
Do it--for your own sake.

It's your last chance.

Message:

I'm informing you that around Christmas, I'm going to be having a party on here!! This is going to be today's post so that I can work on everything. :) Make sure you keep a lookout!! Hope to see you around!!!! :)


The Unusuals Cover Contest

Yes, a contest!! :)

Your job? Make a book cover for my book The Unusuals. Read below for more details. ;)


Rules:

1. Make a book cover that you think best represents my book The Unusuals (link above if you haven't read it).

2. Post the cover on your blog and leave the link to it WITH THIS POST. If the link is not on this post, it won't count.

3. Only enter once. If you enter twice or more than that, you are disqualified.

4. All of the judging will be done by me. It is not biased. I will pick which one I like the most and which one I think most fits my book. (So if you're doing horses and old west... well... I'd suggest that you go and read the book! =D)

5. Share this post on Google (if you're allowed to. It's OK if you're not, just tell me).

6. Take the add above (which will be available to pull off from the side of my blog) and put it on the side of your blog for the whole time that the contest is running. When the contest ends, it's your choice whether to keep it up or take it off.

7. This contest ends the first of January (2013), so quickly get your entries in!! :)

8. You MUST be a follower of this blog. You do not have to be a follower of any of my other blogs. This will not bias the voting in any way.

9. If, in any way, you think you could help get the contest advertised and out there, please comment on this post.

10. First place will receive, if they are not already, a spot in the third Unusuals book, along with a small award. If you are already being featured in the books, talk to me about some other way you would like to be involved with the Unusuals.

11. Second place will receive a quote from the Unusuals (whatever funny one you liked) over a picture that's Unusualy (lol) to place on the side of their blog, along with a small award.

12. Third place will receive a small award.

Good luck!! God bless!! :)


A Chapter in which Pernisia tries to do Rowan's hair and in which a boy invades Pernisia's house

Hey, guys! Way sorry that I haven't posted for the last two days. I was puking, and... yeah... Anyway, here's more of the story by me and Poem Girl...

Pernisia

I breathed a sigh of relief as moms heels clicked out of the room I went over to the closet and Rowan stepped out.

“Sorry I didn’t know what else to do and…. well this has been the most confusing abnormal day in my whole life.” I bit my lip and glanced at the door. “You can’t leave that way can you?” she shook her head. “Well I suppose you probably want to go back to… Athranem?” 

“Can’t.” She replied simply. “It’s not as simple as all that. I can’t always just make a door and leave and I can’t control where I’ll end up either.” 

“Oh, Um…Well then what do we do?” The girl Rowan glanced around the room.

“Stay here unless you have somewhere better we can go…someplace that’ll stir up emotions.” I stared at her funny.

“Well…I guess I could take you to the Critania Forest it’s in Brighten Park…but you’ll need a change of clothes for the ride over.” I rushed over to my dresser and pulled out a pair of jeans and another T-shirt then I went over to my closet and pulled out my least smelly pair of tennis shoes. “You’re about my size…You can keep your clothes in here I’ll meet you out front…Oh, and please try not to let anybody see you I’d hate to explain this.” I handed her the clothes she eyed them critically and then accepted them. I smiled. “Maybe when we get you back to…your world you’ll let me wear a pair of your clothes say a deep purple tunic with tan leggings?.” She raised an eyebrow and then smiled as well. 

“Maybe.” 


Rowan

The clothes she handed me were strange. These things that she called "jeans" were weird feeling, dark blue, and almost as tight as my leggings. The thing she called a "T-shirt" was equally strange. It was a bright pink--very bad for hunting, I noted--and tighter than I liked. Not only that, but when I was in the bathroom she threw something at me called a "cami" (which I had no idea what it was) and tried to explain how to put everything on.

Finally, I was ready, and I opened the door. After which Pernisia stuck these things called "socks" and "sneakers" on my feet and sat me down on this stool in the bathroom. She threw open a drawer and rummaged through it for a really long time. Finally, she came out with things called "bobby pins", "hairbrush", and "ponytail".

"What on earth are you doing?!" I demanded, wiggling as she pulled viciously on my hair.

"Your hair is a mess!" she declared. "So that's why I'm doing something about it. If you're going to be camped out here for however long, you've at least got to look like you some what belong in my world. Now, come on. Hold still."

I pushed her away, and she screamed as if I'd bunched her.

"That hurt!" I cried.

"Yours hurt worse!" she declared.

"Pernisia?" the voice drifted up the stairs. "Pernisia, are you OK?! Why'd you scream?!"

"Oh no." Pernisia's eyes were big. She glanced at me. "It's Caleb. Quick! Hide under my bed again!"

She pulled me into her room and slammed the door. Obviously it was up to me to get under the bed, so I hurried under the bed. The second I did, the door flew open and another pair of sneakers that I hadn't seen before hurried in.

"I bet the person's in here!" declared the boy's voice.

(Oh, great.)

"Please, Caleb!" Pernisia begged. "I'm fine, really!"

"Gotcha!"

Somebody grabbed my leg.

Like the story? Share us on Google!! :)

Pernisia's chapter by Poem Girl. Rowan's chapter by me, Storyteller.