Hola.
Here's my story.

NOTE
Hi, I’m Marilyn, the author of “So maybe I’m a loser, babe. Just remember I’m the coolest loser you’ll ever know.” The title is random. I created that line myself. Has most likely nothing to do with this bitter sweet romance. Oh freaking well. ENJOY.
Chapter 1
Cara Ross pushed her black hair behind her shoulder. The cold October air blew past her. She looked up at the sky.
“Fantastic. It’s going to rain” She thought to herself and pulled the hood of her jacket up over her head. She kept walking not really thinking about anything.
“Boo!” Cara jumped and heard and familiar chuckle behind her. “Hello, Cara Cake. Ready for your birthday party?” Alex Rhodes asked his best friend and wrapped his arms around her waist hugging her tightly. “Alex! Don’t do that!” Cara struggled and tried to escape his grip. “And don’t call me Cara Cake! I’m not five-years-old anymore I’m 15.”
Alex let her go and she punched him in the arm. “Sorry. Didn’t know you were in such a bad mood. Gosh. Are you ready?”
“For?”
“Your birthday party, silly little girl,” he chuckled again, “Don’t tell me you forgot.”
“ I didn’t. I just wanted to go get changed then go to your house.” She told him obviously lying.
You look fantastic!” Alex took her hand in his and began to run, “C’mon we are gonna’ be late!”
“ I don’t want to go, Alex! Let me go!” Cara ran with him.
“ And miss out on your chance to play truth or dare?”
“When you put it that way.” She laughed.
“ That’s what I thought.” Alex told her as they showed up at his house.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
The Big Ol' Contest!
Allright, here's the deal.
Comment here with a new title for , A) The Demon Band, and B) A trilogy of books involving demons curses and magic.
I'll take the best and use them.
Comment here with a new title for , A) The Demon Band, and B) A trilogy of books involving demons curses and magic.
I'll take the best and use them.
Monday, December 17, 2007
The Demon Band: Chapter 4
Richard rushed around the apartment, desperately trying to find the card with Alex’s insurance information.
“Where is it?” He muttered under his breath.
Tara seemed more worried, which was odd since she only knew him for three days.
“Oh no. Oh no! This is bad!” She kept yelling out as she ran around frantically.
“Calm down Tara, he’s fine.”
“How hurt is he, Richard?”
“The guy on the phone said that he was fine except one of his fingers was ripped off, but they can sew it back on.”
At this, Tara became even more worried.
“Oh no, it’s too late!” She yelled.
It was then that Alex found the card.
“Found it!” He shouted as he began to stand up.
“All right, lets-” He stopped. “Tara?” He looked around.
Tara was gone.
Richard rushed to the hospital, ignoring Tara’s odd disappearance. When he finally got there, he was directed up to Alex’s room.
“So, how long are you going to be here?” Asked Richard.
“Two days, I’m going into surgery soon. What took so long?” Alex responded.
“I had trouble getting your insurance info.”
“Oh.”
“By the way, Tara was acting weird, and then she just disappeared.”
“Who?” Asked Alex.
When Richard heard that he wanted to shoot himself.
“I swear to god, you have gone insane.” He said to himself before he exploded in rage. “Tara! Your girlfriend!”
Alex looked confused.
“You mean that girl from the other night? Why was she at our place, and why do you think she’s my girlfriend?” He asked.
Richard rubbed his head. It was then that he looked at Alex and noticed a change. (Other than the missing finger.) His eyes were back to normal! That was when he knew what to do.
“Do you remember kissing her?”
“No.”
“Do you at least remember walking her home?”
“Yeah.”
“What was her address?”
Alex wrote it down and Richard left as he was prepped for surgery.
It took Richard a while to find the apartment building. When he did, he went in and spoke to the manager.
“Hi, a friend of mine lives in apartment 9 can you tell me where it is?” He asked.
“Apartment 9? No one lives in apartment 9 but a rat.” The manager responded.
Richard had just walked out when it hit him.
“Duh!” He said to himself before he walked back inside and asked for the key to apartment.
When he got up to the apartment, he unlocked the door and saw Tara looking like she was going to cry but couldn’t. (He didn’t know that she really couldn’t)
She looked up and saw him staring at her.
“So you figured it out then?” She asked.
“Yeah.”
“Then you know that there is no hope for this world.”
“What? No. I thought that by ‘it’ you meant that ‘a rat’ it Tara backwards.”
“I suppose you might as well know.”
Tara slowly took the strange, mummy-like, wrappings off of her arms. And her real arms were truly frightening. They looked withered, old, dead. And on her palms were two eyes, staring out at him.
“Have fun.”
She approached him and placed her exposed palms over each of his eyes.
“This should be a jolting experience for you.” She told him as he was stunned and confused.
There was a bright flash and everything went black.
“Where is it?” He muttered under his breath.
Tara seemed more worried, which was odd since she only knew him for three days.
“Oh no. Oh no! This is bad!” She kept yelling out as she ran around frantically.
“Calm down Tara, he’s fine.”
“How hurt is he, Richard?”
“The guy on the phone said that he was fine except one of his fingers was ripped off, but they can sew it back on.”
At this, Tara became even more worried.
“Oh no, it’s too late!” She yelled.
It was then that Alex found the card.
“Found it!” He shouted as he began to stand up.
“All right, lets-” He stopped. “Tara?” He looked around.
Tara was gone.
Richard rushed to the hospital, ignoring Tara’s odd disappearance. When he finally got there, he was directed up to Alex’s room.
“So, how long are you going to be here?” Asked Richard.
“Two days, I’m going into surgery soon. What took so long?” Alex responded.
“I had trouble getting your insurance info.”
“Oh.”
“By the way, Tara was acting weird, and then she just disappeared.”
“Who?” Asked Alex.
When Richard heard that he wanted to shoot himself.
“I swear to god, you have gone insane.” He said to himself before he exploded in rage. “Tara! Your girlfriend!”
Alex looked confused.
“You mean that girl from the other night? Why was she at our place, and why do you think she’s my girlfriend?” He asked.
Richard rubbed his head. It was then that he looked at Alex and noticed a change. (Other than the missing finger.) His eyes were back to normal! That was when he knew what to do.
“Do you remember kissing her?”
“No.”
“Do you at least remember walking her home?”
“Yeah.”
“What was her address?”
Alex wrote it down and Richard left as he was prepped for surgery.
It took Richard a while to find the apartment building. When he did, he went in and spoke to the manager.
“Hi, a friend of mine lives in apartment 9 can you tell me where it is?” He asked.
“Apartment 9? No one lives in apartment 9 but a rat.” The manager responded.
Richard had just walked out when it hit him.
“Duh!” He said to himself before he walked back inside and asked for the key to apartment.
When he got up to the apartment, he unlocked the door and saw Tara looking like she was going to cry but couldn’t. (He didn’t know that she really couldn’t)
She looked up and saw him staring at her.
“So you figured it out then?” She asked.
“Yeah.”
“Then you know that there is no hope for this world.”
“What? No. I thought that by ‘it’ you meant that ‘a rat’ it Tara backwards.”
“I suppose you might as well know.”
Tara slowly took the strange, mummy-like, wrappings off of her arms. And her real arms were truly frightening. They looked withered, old, dead. And on her palms were two eyes, staring out at him.
“Have fun.”
She approached him and placed her exposed palms over each of his eyes.
“This should be a jolting experience for you.” She told him as he was stunned and confused.
There was a bright flash and everything went black.
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Urgent Message from Mikey R!!!
Alright, I'm thinking of putting Decembers up here after I finish chapter 3. So here's the info thingy for part one!!!
Characters (In order of appearance)
-Terra Ranchford
-Anna Wilrow
-Quinn Perrera
-Marcus Tyler
-Mr. and Mrs. Ranchford
-Mr. and Mrs. Tyler
-Liam Cook
Plot
Girl and boy start going out lalalalala girl's friend gets dumped lalalalala boy moves to London SADNESS.
--EDIT--
Okay, I created my own blog that will have ALL of my creations on it. Here is the schedule thingy for updates -
Saturday - Everything's Magic
Wednesday - Decembers
So check it.
Characters (In order of appearance)
-Terra Ranchford
-Anna Wilrow
-Quinn Perrera
-Marcus Tyler
-Mr. and Mrs. Ranchford
-Mr. and Mrs. Tyler
-Liam Cook
Plot
Girl and boy start going out lalalalala girl's friend gets dumped lalalalala boy moves to London SADNESS.
--EDIT--
Okay, I created my own blog that will have ALL of my creations on it. Here is the schedule thingy for updates -
Saturday - Everything's Magic
Wednesday - Decembers
So check it.
Friday, November 30, 2007
Everything's Magic Chapter 4
The drive home was silent. I glanced over to Jeph, who was glaring out the window. The clock in the car read 10:54. Dad would be home, and we would be in deep trouble. Jeph didn't stand a chance against him and neither did I. We would both probably get knocked out in one or two hits. Jeph had already gotten beaten up by some jerks on the way to get Liam's stupid book, and I was falling asleep.
In the drivers seat, Liam glanced nervously at the two of us. He and Ronnie are the only people that know what our dad puts us through, and they would do anything to keep us safe. He knows that if our dad's home, then we could possibly get seriously injured... Or worse. Suddenly, the shrill ring of his phone disturbed the silence. "Hey Ronnie." He said into the reciever. "What's up? Yeah, we're a few blocks away from their place. They're fine. Leah's shaking, though." I'm shaking? Didn't realize that. "Don't worry, I'll be home soon. Gosh, you're such a kid sometimes." I thought I saw Jeph smile at the remark. "Okay, okay, I know, you don't have to tell me again. Yeah, sure. Bye." He hung up and turned on to our street. I saw that the lights in our house were off. Good and bad. That means that Dad's either not home, he's sleeping, or he's actually using his brain and he devised a plan.
We pulled up and got out of the car. I helped Jeph up to the front steps and we both waved goodbye to Liam, who drove off. I fumbled with the house key around my neck and finally opened the door. Well. Dad used his brain. He was sitting in the armchair in the living room, waiting for us. He grinned, got up, and came over to where we were standing. "Well," He began, "looks like the little kiddies have been out late. You know what this means. I see it in your eyes. Fear. I guess we should get this over with." His fist smashed against Jeph's chest, and he was taken out instantly. Then he turned to me. I was thrown against the stairs and, in seconds, blacked out.
This happens almost every week. We're getting sick of it. I think it's time to escape.
In the drivers seat, Liam glanced nervously at the two of us. He and Ronnie are the only people that know what our dad puts us through, and they would do anything to keep us safe. He knows that if our dad's home, then we could possibly get seriously injured... Or worse. Suddenly, the shrill ring of his phone disturbed the silence. "Hey Ronnie." He said into the reciever. "What's up? Yeah, we're a few blocks away from their place. They're fine. Leah's shaking, though." I'm shaking? Didn't realize that. "Don't worry, I'll be home soon. Gosh, you're such a kid sometimes." I thought I saw Jeph smile at the remark. "Okay, okay, I know, you don't have to tell me again. Yeah, sure. Bye." He hung up and turned on to our street. I saw that the lights in our house were off. Good and bad. That means that Dad's either not home, he's sleeping, or he's actually using his brain and he devised a plan.
We pulled up and got out of the car. I helped Jeph up to the front steps and we both waved goodbye to Liam, who drove off. I fumbled with the house key around my neck and finally opened the door. Well. Dad used his brain. He was sitting in the armchair in the living room, waiting for us. He grinned, got up, and came over to where we were standing. "Well," He began, "looks like the little kiddies have been out late. You know what this means. I see it in your eyes. Fear. I guess we should get this over with." His fist smashed against Jeph's chest, and he was taken out instantly. Then he turned to me. I was thrown against the stairs and, in seconds, blacked out.
This happens almost every week. We're getting sick of it. I think it's time to escape.
The Demon Band: Chapter 3
Richard awoke at eight in the morning to Alex slamming the door as he came in.
“Were you gone all night?” Asked Richard.
“Yeah, Tara and I went shopping.” Replied Alex.
Richard couldn’t see clearly for the first few minutes. Once his eyes adjusted, he saw the big difference.
“What happened to your eyes?” Richard yelled.
Alex’s eyes were very different. Where they had once been blue they were now a black so dark it was frightening.
“What are you talking about?” Said Alex.
“Look!”
They walked over to the bathroom mirror.
“I don’t see anything.” Said Alex.
“Are you insane?”
“Look, I had better go home.”
Alex walked out the door. Richard rushed out after him.
“You live here!” He yelled down the hall.
Alex turned around and looked at him.
“Oh, okay.” Said Alex as he walked back.
Richard was confused all day, especially during their practice. Alex played like a drunken pig.
“What is wrong with you?” Asked Richard.
“My fingers feel bigger for some reason.”
“Okay, what happened last night?”
“Well if you really must know, we kissed!”
“What?”
“You heard me. By the way, Tara is coming over tomorrow.”
“Fine.”
Richard decided to accept the inexplicable change.
The next day, when Tara was at their place, Alex went out to get some food. He had been gone for an hour.
“Where is he?” Asked Tara
The phone rang and Richard answered it.
“Hello. Yes. What!”
He turned his head to Tara.
“Alex was hit by a car!”
“Were you gone all night?” Asked Richard.
“Yeah, Tara and I went shopping.” Replied Alex.
Richard couldn’t see clearly for the first few minutes. Once his eyes adjusted, he saw the big difference.
“What happened to your eyes?” Richard yelled.
Alex’s eyes were very different. Where they had once been blue they were now a black so dark it was frightening.
“What are you talking about?” Said Alex.
“Look!”
They walked over to the bathroom mirror.
“I don’t see anything.” Said Alex.
“Are you insane?”
“Look, I had better go home.”
Alex walked out the door. Richard rushed out after him.
“You live here!” He yelled down the hall.
Alex turned around and looked at him.
“Oh, okay.” Said Alex as he walked back.
Richard was confused all day, especially during their practice. Alex played like a drunken pig.
“What is wrong with you?” Asked Richard.
“My fingers feel bigger for some reason.”
“Okay, what happened last night?”
“Well if you really must know, we kissed!”
“What?”
“You heard me. By the way, Tara is coming over tomorrow.”
“Fine.”
Richard decided to accept the inexplicable change.
The next day, when Tara was at their place, Alex went out to get some food. He had been gone for an hour.
“Where is he?” Asked Tara
The phone rang and Richard answered it.
“Hello. Yes. What!”
He turned his head to Tara.
“Alex was hit by a car!”
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Everything's Magic Chapter 3
We went into the living room to see Ronnie petting a dog. A little furry chihuahua by the looks of it. "This is Scraps!" Ronnie said, in a very high, very cute voice. "We got him yesterday!" "He's so cute!" I exclaimed. Scraps was currently sitting and staring at me with huge puppy eyes. He then pounced on me and started licking my face. I saw the boys laughing while Ronnie said, "Aw look, Lee! He loves you!" When Scraps got off of me, I was covered in doggy kisses. He quickly pounced on to Jeph, who giggled childishly.
After meeting Scraps, we went to Liam's room, where all the games were at. I sat in the recliner in the corner while the boys argued on whether to play Star Wars Battlefront 2 or Final Fantasy 12. They decided to play FF12. When they put the disk in, they realized that the Playstation was not plugged in. "Liam!" Ronnie whined. "Plug it in! Hurry!" "Yeah!" Jeph whined with him. "Okay! Okay!" Liam said, as he hurried to plug it in. "Happy?" The other two boys shook their heads rapidly up and down. "Ow..." Ronnie said, after the rapid head shaking.
A few hours went by, so we decided to heat up some pizza. "Liam!" Ronnie whined. Again. "We want pizza now!" "God, Ronnie!" Liam said from the other room. "Learn to be patient!" A few minutes went by and the pizza was finished. "Finally!" Jeph exclaimed. "We were starving!" I laughed as the boys ran into the kitchen to get their pizza, nearly knocking over Liam who was standing in the doorway. "Kids these days." Liam muttered. They emerged with two plates full of pizza and came over to sit next to me. Jeph shared his plate with me while Ronnie shared with Liam.
After eating pizza, we watched The Nightmare Before Christmas (Ronnie and Jeph's "most favoritist movie ever"). "Hey, Jeph," Liam said from across the room. "Could you get my book? Here are the keys." He handed Jeph his car keys and Jeph went out to get the book. About ten minutes passed by and we started to get worried. It had only taken us about four minutes to walk from Liam's car to the house. Finally, Jeph staggered through the front door covered in cuts and bruises.
"Jeph," Ronnie cried, "What the hell happened to you?"
After meeting Scraps, we went to Liam's room, where all the games were at. I sat in the recliner in the corner while the boys argued on whether to play Star Wars Battlefront 2 or Final Fantasy 12. They decided to play FF12. When they put the disk in, they realized that the Playstation was not plugged in. "Liam!" Ronnie whined. "Plug it in! Hurry!" "Yeah!" Jeph whined with him. "Okay! Okay!" Liam said, as he hurried to plug it in. "Happy?" The other two boys shook their heads rapidly up and down. "Ow..." Ronnie said, after the rapid head shaking.
A few hours went by, so we decided to heat up some pizza. "Liam!" Ronnie whined. Again. "We want pizza now!" "God, Ronnie!" Liam said from the other room. "Learn to be patient!" A few minutes went by and the pizza was finished. "Finally!" Jeph exclaimed. "We were starving!" I laughed as the boys ran into the kitchen to get their pizza, nearly knocking over Liam who was standing in the doorway. "Kids these days." Liam muttered. They emerged with two plates full of pizza and came over to sit next to me. Jeph shared his plate with me while Ronnie shared with Liam.
After eating pizza, we watched The Nightmare Before Christmas (Ronnie and Jeph's "most favoritist movie ever"). "Hey, Jeph," Liam said from across the room. "Could you get my book? Here are the keys." He handed Jeph his car keys and Jeph went out to get the book. About ten minutes passed by and we started to get worried. It had only taken us about four minutes to walk from Liam's car to the house. Finally, Jeph staggered through the front door covered in cuts and bruises.
"Jeph," Ronnie cried, "What the hell happened to you?"
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Demon Band: Chapter 2
Sorry for not putting up a chapter lately
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Chapter 2
The phone rang. Alex answered it.
“Hello, this is Alex.”
“What? Thanks.” He hung up
“Richard!” He yelled. “We’ve got a gig tomorrow!”
“Cool.” Richard replied.
The next day they went down to the club they were playing at. It was called “Electricita” The walls were all black and the floor was red.
Nothing much happened during the show, the crowd liked them, they got free food, the really important thing happened while they were walking home.
“Alex” said Richard “There’s someone following us.”
Alex looked behind them.
A black and blue haired girl was walking behind them. She was wearing a long black skirt that seemed to be twisted around her in every way. The oddest thing was her arms, they were covered in a strange wrapping that went up under her sleeves, it looked like they were mummified.
“Hi guys!” She yelled to them “Wait for me!”
“Is she nuts?” Richard asked.
The girl caught up with them. “My name’s Tara! You rock!”
“Hi Tara, nice to meet you” Said Alex.
That night Tara came home with them, Richard watched TV but Alex and Tara left to hang out. Alex fell asleep, and he had no idea what would happen the next day.
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Chapter 2
The phone rang. Alex answered it.
“Hello, this is Alex.”
“What? Thanks.” He hung up
“Richard!” He yelled. “We’ve got a gig tomorrow!”
“Cool.” Richard replied.
The next day they went down to the club they were playing at. It was called “Electricita” The walls were all black and the floor was red.
Nothing much happened during the show, the crowd liked them, they got free food, the really important thing happened while they were walking home.
“Alex” said Richard “There’s someone following us.”
Alex looked behind them.
A black and blue haired girl was walking behind them. She was wearing a long black skirt that seemed to be twisted around her in every way. The oddest thing was her arms, they were covered in a strange wrapping that went up under her sleeves, it looked like they were mummified.
“Hi guys!” She yelled to them “Wait for me!”
“Is she nuts?” Richard asked.
The girl caught up with them. “My name’s Tara! You rock!”
“Hi Tara, nice to meet you” Said Alex.
That night Tara came home with them, Richard watched TV but Alex and Tara left to hang out. Alex fell asleep, and he had no idea what would happen the next day.
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Everything's Magic Chapter Two
Finally.
"Jeph, what do you want for lunch?" I called. "Nothing," He called back, "I'll make myself a sandwich in an hour or so." "Okay." I began making myself a salad while I listened to my new CD that Jeph bought me for my birthday. Dad never buys us anything anymore, he just watches TV, drink, sleep, basically nothing. As I said before, I practically have to do everything. Jeph's friend, who's 18, picks us up sometimes to go shopping at the local grocery store. So that's good.
I finished eating my salad and went up to Jeph's room to see what he was doing. "Jeph?" I asked. "Whatcha doin'?" He looked up from his journal and smiled at me. "Nothing much," he said, "I was thinking of going over to Ronnie's house to play some video games or something. You wanna come with?" I nodded and went downstairs to get my jacket and my shoes on. He met me at the door with his coat in one hand and a book in the other. "What's the book for?" I asked. "It's Liam's, I promised I'd bring it to him." He answered. We walked out the door to see Liam, Ronnie's older brother, waiting in front of his car. "Hey Jeph, Lee." He said. We got in the car and began driving towards the Walker's house, about 7 miles away. "So," Liam said, "how have you guys been?" "Bored like hell." Jeph said. Liam mumbled something as we parked a block away from his house, seeing as all of the spaces were taken up for some reason. "You can leave the book in the car." Liam told Jeph as we got out. "I won't really need it until later." We walked to the house and opened the door to see a very happy Ronnie jump on Jeph. "Jephy!" He giggled. "I misseded you!" He then proceeded to give me a huge bear hug, nearly suffocating me. "Ronnie!" I chocked out. "Can't breath!" "Sorry!" He quickly released me and ran into the other room. "Guys, come in here!" He yelled.
"Jeph, what do you want for lunch?" I called. "Nothing," He called back, "I'll make myself a sandwich in an hour or so." "Okay." I began making myself a salad while I listened to my new CD that Jeph bought me for my birthday. Dad never buys us anything anymore, he just watches TV, drink, sleep, basically nothing. As I said before, I practically have to do everything. Jeph's friend, who's 18, picks us up sometimes to go shopping at the local grocery store. So that's good.
I finished eating my salad and went up to Jeph's room to see what he was doing. "Jeph?" I asked. "Whatcha doin'?" He looked up from his journal and smiled at me. "Nothing much," he said, "I was thinking of going over to Ronnie's house to play some video games or something. You wanna come with?" I nodded and went downstairs to get my jacket and my shoes on. He met me at the door with his coat in one hand and a book in the other. "What's the book for?" I asked. "It's Liam's, I promised I'd bring it to him." He answered. We walked out the door to see Liam, Ronnie's older brother, waiting in front of his car. "Hey Jeph, Lee." He said. We got in the car and began driving towards the Walker's house, about 7 miles away. "So," Liam said, "how have you guys been?" "Bored like hell." Jeph said. Liam mumbled something as we parked a block away from his house, seeing as all of the spaces were taken up for some reason. "You can leave the book in the car." Liam told Jeph as we got out. "I won't really need it until later." We walked to the house and opened the door to see a very happy Ronnie jump on Jeph. "Jephy!" He giggled. "I misseded you!" He then proceeded to give me a huge bear hug, nearly suffocating me. "Ronnie!" I chocked out. "Can't breath!" "Sorry!" He quickly released me and ran into the other room. "Guys, come in here!" He yelled.
Very Duarte and the Below Ones Chapter Two: Down the Rabbit Hole
Is' sleep was dotted with visions of Very Duarte.
Until Very Duarte rapped on her window.
"Open up, Is!" Very Duarte insisted, banging on the window. Is rushed over and opened it up with less difficulty than the first time.
"What?" Is hissed. "It's 3:02 AM!"
"Really? Well. Anyways, I need your help. I need you and your brother!"
"How did you know I had a brother? And that my last name was Taylor?"
"That is not important!"
"No, I'm leaving Thomas out of this insanity!"
"Fine, fine. It's our funeral."
Very helped Is climb down the house in silence. "We're going to see the Below Ones."
Is didn't argue: you learn in the first ten minutes you spend with Very Duarte that Very Duarte always wins in arguments. Her bare feet tramped against the cold earth. "I am cold, Very."
"I know. I am too. But here we are." Very knelt down to a very shiny brass plate on the ground. She opened it up, grunting. "Now go in. You're going to get dirty, princess."
"Lord, Very, don't go all Han Solo on me now."
"Just go." And, against her better judgement, Is stepped into the hole.
"No need to try and fall gracefully!" Very shouted.
Is groaned as she landed on her side on the cold, dank dirt. How long had she known Very Duarte? 13 hours? And already she was in a hole. This was a record.
Until Very Duarte rapped on her window.
"Open up, Is!" Very Duarte insisted, banging on the window. Is rushed over and opened it up with less difficulty than the first time.
"What?" Is hissed. "It's 3:02 AM!"
"Really? Well. Anyways, I need your help. I need you and your brother!"
"How did you know I had a brother? And that my last name was Taylor?"
"That is not important!"
"No, I'm leaving Thomas out of this insanity!"
"Fine, fine. It's our funeral."
Very helped Is climb down the house in silence. "We're going to see the Below Ones."
Is didn't argue: you learn in the first ten minutes you spend with Very Duarte that Very Duarte always wins in arguments. Her bare feet tramped against the cold earth. "I am cold, Very."
"I know. I am too. But here we are." Very knelt down to a very shiny brass plate on the ground. She opened it up, grunting. "Now go in. You're going to get dirty, princess."
"Lord, Very, don't go all Han Solo on me now."
"Just go." And, against her better judgement, Is stepped into the hole.
"No need to try and fall gracefully!" Very shouted.
Is groaned as she landed on her side on the cold, dank dirt. How long had she known Very Duarte? 13 hours? And already she was in a hole. This was a record.
Friday, October 19, 2007
Everything's Magic Chapter One
"Lee? Dad? I-I have to tell you guys something."
We followed my older brother up to his room, which was pretty awkward, because he never lets anyone in it. He began explaining why his attitude towards us had changed over the past few months, and then he said three words I had never expected him to say to us. "I like boys." He whispered. “So,” Dad said, “you’re gay.” “Uh huh." I gasped as I saw Dad raise his hand up and come down onto my older brother. "Ow!” He cried out as he struck him. “Fine, but you better not bring any of your little boyfriends in my house.” Then he turned away and left the room. “I’m going out!” He yelled from downstairs. Well, I thought, I hope he doesn’t come home drunk again. Ever since Mom died, Dad would go out drinking almost every night. This usually ended up in him coming home in a drunken rage and sometimes beating either me or Jeph. We didn’t like that (obviously). We once considered running away, but we realized we had nowhere to go but our Aunt Susan’s, and we really don’t like her all that much. She smells, she keeps forgetting our names (she calls us Amelia and Richard!), and her house is so small, it can’t fit fifteen people in it without being crowded.
But enough about that, let's talk about me. My name is Leah Conell, I am 13 years old, my mom is dead, my dad is an alcoholic, and my brother is gay. I had a pretty awesome life until our mom jumped off of a bridge to commit suicide. Then Dad started drinking a lot more, Jeph isolated himself from both of us in his room, and I had to cook, clean the house, do laundry, and do all of my schoolwork. Now my life is a living hell.
"Lee," Jeph said, "are you ashamed of me?" "No, Jeph," I said cheerfully, "I believe that you should date anyone you want to date and love anyone, boy or girl, that you want to love." "Thanks, Lee." He came over and hugged me. "You know, you sound older than me when you say that." We both giggled silently and went downstairs.
At least I have my big brother here to protect me, I thought, he's the only one who really cares about me. I love him more than anyone else.
We followed my older brother up to his room, which was pretty awkward, because he never lets anyone in it. He began explaining why his attitude towards us had changed over the past few months, and then he said three words I had never expected him to say to us. "I like boys." He whispered. “So,” Dad said, “you’re gay.” “Uh huh." I gasped as I saw Dad raise his hand up and come down onto my older brother. "Ow!” He cried out as he struck him. “Fine, but you better not bring any of your little boyfriends in my house.” Then he turned away and left the room. “I’m going out!” He yelled from downstairs. Well, I thought, I hope he doesn’t come home drunk again. Ever since Mom died, Dad would go out drinking almost every night. This usually ended up in him coming home in a drunken rage and sometimes beating either me or Jeph. We didn’t like that (obviously). We once considered running away, but we realized we had nowhere to go but our Aunt Susan’s, and we really don’t like her all that much. She smells, she keeps forgetting our names (she calls us Amelia and Richard!), and her house is so small, it can’t fit fifteen people in it without being crowded.
But enough about that, let's talk about me. My name is Leah Conell, I am 13 years old, my mom is dead, my dad is an alcoholic, and my brother is gay. I had a pretty awesome life until our mom jumped off of a bridge to commit suicide. Then Dad started drinking a lot more, Jeph isolated himself from both of us in his room, and I had to cook, clean the house, do laundry, and do all of my schoolwork. Now my life is a living hell.
"Lee," Jeph said, "are you ashamed of me?" "No, Jeph," I said cheerfully, "I believe that you should date anyone you want to date and love anyone, boy or girl, that you want to love." "Thanks, Lee." He came over and hugged me. "You know, you sound older than me when you say that." We both giggled silently and went downstairs.
At least I have my big brother here to protect me, I thought, he's the only one who really cares about me. I love him more than anyone else.
Very Duarte and the Below Ones: Chapter One
Floors were not great places to lay. Just ask Isolde Taylor.
Isolde "Is" Taylor lay on the cold wood floor of her new room. The bed was in the U-Haul truck, which had not arrived just yet. She was 14, and had just moved to a remote forested area so her father, Dr. Artemis Taylor, could find samples of Marshden Mushrooms. Marshden Mushrooms were difficult to find, apparently. She pushed her straight red hair into a messy ponytail and sat up, when suddenly, there was a loud rapping on her window.
"Helloo?" The girl outside cooed. She had climbed up the side planter. Is blew off the dust on the windowsill and, with difficulty, opened it up. "I'm Very Duarte."
Very snaked in through the small opening in the window. She had lime green eyes, loads of freckles, and bright pink hair. "I live somewhere over there." She pointed a bright purple painted nail in a northern direction.
"I-I'm Is." Is said. She was taken aback; the strangest person she had ever seen was a fellow who danced for nickels on the pier back home, before Very. "Is Very your real name?"
"Yes. Is Is your real name?"
"Well- yes."
"I'm an actress. I have thirty hugely popular films in France." Very remarked, sitting crisscross-applesauce on the floor. "Did you know that, Is Taylor?"
~*~
That night after Very Duarte had departed, the U-Haul with the beds had arrived, and Dr. Artemis Taylor had gone to look for the mushroom, Thomas Taylor, age 13, entered Is' room.
"Who were you talking to today?" Thomas asked, laying on her bed. Is was hanging a poster of Andrew Wyeth's "Christina's World" on her wall.
"Very Duarte."
"What's 'Duarte'?"
"No, her name is Very Duarte."
"Okay, um, Is, I don't think there's anybody anywhere ever named Very Duarte. There was an Eva Duarte, but she turned into a tyrannical leader of Argentina named Eva Peron."
"Well, Very Duarte has pink hair and is a French movie star."
"Huh." Thomas took out his Sidekick. He had begged his parents for one, to Is' disgust. Did I say that Is had a pony? He Googled "Very Duarte".
"No results for Very Duarte, Is."
"Well, I know what I saw."
"Are you sure you're not schizo? Remember Mrs. Flank and Kitty?"
Is recalled Mrs. Flank, an elderly old woman, and Kitty, her imaginary friend. "Get out, Thomas." She threw a pair of underwear at her brother. Very Duarte does exist. She does.
Isolde "Is" Taylor lay on the cold wood floor of her new room. The bed was in the U-Haul truck, which had not arrived just yet. She was 14, and had just moved to a remote forested area so her father, Dr. Artemis Taylor, could find samples of Marshden Mushrooms. Marshden Mushrooms were difficult to find, apparently. She pushed her straight red hair into a messy ponytail and sat up, when suddenly, there was a loud rapping on her window.
"Helloo?" The girl outside cooed. She had climbed up the side planter. Is blew off the dust on the windowsill and, with difficulty, opened it up. "I'm Very Duarte."
Very snaked in through the small opening in the window. She had lime green eyes, loads of freckles, and bright pink hair. "I live somewhere over there." She pointed a bright purple painted nail in a northern direction.
"I-I'm Is." Is said. She was taken aback; the strangest person she had ever seen was a fellow who danced for nickels on the pier back home, before Very. "Is Very your real name?"
"Yes. Is Is your real name?"
"Well- yes."
"I'm an actress. I have thirty hugely popular films in France." Very remarked, sitting crisscross-applesauce on the floor. "Did you know that, Is Taylor?"
~*~
That night after Very Duarte had departed, the U-Haul with the beds had arrived, and Dr. Artemis Taylor had gone to look for the mushroom, Thomas Taylor, age 13, entered Is' room.
"Who were you talking to today?" Thomas asked, laying on her bed. Is was hanging a poster of Andrew Wyeth's "Christina's World" on her wall.
"Very Duarte."
"What's 'Duarte'?"
"No, her name is Very Duarte."
"Okay, um, Is, I don't think there's anybody anywhere ever named Very Duarte. There was an Eva Duarte, but she turned into a tyrannical leader of Argentina named Eva Peron."
"Well, Very Duarte has pink hair and is a French movie star."
"Huh." Thomas took out his Sidekick. He had begged his parents for one, to Is' disgust. Did I say that Is had a pony? He Googled "Very Duarte".
"No results for Very Duarte, Is."
"Well, I know what I saw."
"Are you sure you're not schizo? Remember Mrs. Flank and Kitty?"
Is recalled Mrs. Flank, an elderly old woman, and Kitty, her imaginary friend. "Get out, Thomas." She threw a pair of underwear at her brother. Very Duarte does exist. She does.
Very Duarte and the Below Ones
Very Duarte and the Below Ones....
Main Characters:
Isolde "Is" Taylor- 14. A curvy, redheaded girl with grey-blue eyes. She is pretty sure that Very Duarte exists. If she does, Very Duarte is Is' best friend.
Very Duarte- 14. An angsty young girl who may or may not exist. Very has been in thirty movies, all very popular in France, but literally unheard of in America. She has bright pink hair, lime green eyes, and lots of freckles. She's Is' best friend. And probably does exist. Very drags Is into a schism she is having with the Below Ones.
Thomas Taylor- 13. Is' younger brother. He is sure that Very doesn't exist. Until Is shows him a Below One. Then he is in cahoots with Is and Very in the fight against the Below Ones.
Secondary Characters:
Dr. Randall- 50something. Is' therapist. Very know that he is definitely a Below One because he wants Very to leave.
The Below Ones- Never age. Scary beings that live underground. And do exist. Really do.
Other:
Is isn't schizophrenic. Very is sure she isn't.
Main Characters:
Isolde "Is" Taylor- 14. A curvy, redheaded girl with grey-blue eyes. She is pretty sure that Very Duarte exists. If she does, Very Duarte is Is' best friend.
Very Duarte- 14. An angsty young girl who may or may not exist. Very has been in thirty movies, all very popular in France, but literally unheard of in America. She has bright pink hair, lime green eyes, and lots of freckles. She's Is' best friend. And probably does exist. Very drags Is into a schism she is having with the Below Ones.
Thomas Taylor- 13. Is' younger brother. He is sure that Very doesn't exist. Until Is shows him a Below One. Then he is in cahoots with Is and Very in the fight against the Below Ones.
Secondary Characters:
Dr. Randall- 50something. Is' therapist. Very know that he is definitely a Below One because he wants Very to leave.
The Below Ones- Never age. Scary beings that live underground. And do exist. Really do.
Other:
Is isn't schizophrenic. Very is sure she isn't.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Preview - Everything's Magic
This is a preview of chapter uno!
“So,” Dad said, “you’re gay.” “Uh huh.” Jeph, my brother, whispered. “Ow!” He cried out as our dad struck him. “Fine, but you better not bring any of your little boyfriends in my house.” Then he turned away and left the room. “I’m going out!” He yelled from downstairs. Well, I thought, I hope he doesn’t come home drunk again. Ever since Mom died, Dad would go out drinking almost every night. This usually ended up in him coming home in a drunken rage and sometimes beating either me or Jeph. We didn’t like that (obviously). We once considered running away, but we realized we had nowhere to go but our Aunt Susan’s, and we really don’t like her all that much. She smells, she keeps forgetting our names (she calls us Amelia and Richard!), and her house is so small, it can’t fit fifteen people in it without being crowded.
So yeah. That's just a little preview. I'll post some info of it on the random peoples blog.The Demon Band Chapter 1
This is the first chapter of my story, The Demon Band.
That is not the official title.
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Chapter 1
“Here’s a place!” Said Alex.
Richard picked up the classified section that Alex was reading and gazed at it. “The guy who
owned it last, died you idiot!” Said Richard
“What’s wrong with that?”
“I am not staying in a dead guy’s apartment!”
“At least come check it out!” pleaded Alex
“Fine, but we aren’t buying it.” Richard responded.
As they were walking to the apartment complex, Alex decided to engage in a conversation.
“Do we have any gigs yet?” He asked.
“Not, one.” Richard answered.
“How are we going to get money for food? We’ll be broke once we get an apartment.”
“Well, I was going to sell blood.”
“I’m serious.”
“We could sell the stuff that the dead guy left in this apartment.”
“I thought we weren’t getting this apartment” Alex remarked.
“I’m tired of living in a hotel. Although it is nice to get your beds made for you.” Richard answered, not making eye contact with him.
Once they found the apartment, they bought it immediately.
“Lets see what the guy left here.” Said Richard
Around the room there were several bookshelves, filled with books on philosophy. They both sat down on the patio and Richard grabbed a pack of cigarettes lying on the table.
“How did we, the greatest band ever, end up living in a dead guy’s apartment?” Asked Alex.
“It’s a dog eat dog world out there, Alex.” Richard lit a cigarette and blew smoke from it. He looked cool.
Alex looked at him confusedly.
“You don’t smoke.” He said.
Richard dropped the cigarette and coughed his guts out. He did not look cool anymore.
That is not the official title.
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Chapter 1
“Here’s a place!” Said Alex.
Richard picked up the classified section that Alex was reading and gazed at it. “The guy who
owned it last, died you idiot!” Said Richard
“What’s wrong with that?”
“I am not staying in a dead guy’s apartment!”
“At least come check it out!” pleaded Alex
“Fine, but we aren’t buying it.” Richard responded.
As they were walking to the apartment complex, Alex decided to engage in a conversation.
“Do we have any gigs yet?” He asked.
“Not, one.” Richard answered.
“How are we going to get money for food? We’ll be broke once we get an apartment.”
“Well, I was going to sell blood.”
“I’m serious.”
“We could sell the stuff that the dead guy left in this apartment.”
“I thought we weren’t getting this apartment” Alex remarked.
“I’m tired of living in a hotel. Although it is nice to get your beds made for you.” Richard answered, not making eye contact with him.
Once they found the apartment, they bought it immediately.
“Lets see what the guy left here.” Said Richard
Around the room there were several bookshelves, filled with books on philosophy. They both sat down on the patio and Richard grabbed a pack of cigarettes lying on the table.
“How did we, the greatest band ever, end up living in a dead guy’s apartment?” Asked Alex.
“It’s a dog eat dog world out there, Alex.” Richard lit a cigarette and blew smoke from it. He looked cool.
Alex looked at him confusedly.
“You don’t smoke.” He said.
Richard dropped the cigarette and coughed his guts out. He did not look cool anymore.
Bev here!
Yo!! It's Bev from the Delicious Book Club.. introducing the Delicious Writing Club!! Awesome!! Same stuff.. just we regularly post chapters of stories we're writing!!
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