Short Story: Meeting Ryan

Hello, friends! I come to you today with another short story that I wrote for class. This one was a lot of fun to write, and I really like how it ended. I hope you enjoy it! Don’t forget to vote for Twinepathy in the TCK Reader’s Choice Awards! If you have questions, you can read my post about it here. Now, on to the story! (Make sure to comment your thoughts below, too! I’m eager to hear what you guys think.)

I see things clearer—or at least more logically—than most people. That may not sound like a big deal, but it’s frustrating. Very, very frustrating. Mostly because I’m not as blinded by emotion as other people, and I can look at things objectively. I have an outside opinion on a lot of situations, but people… they just don’t listen to me.

“Are you listening to me, Natalie?” my best friend Destiny asks, her voice pitched higher than usual in annoyance.

I shake my head, clearing away my intrusive thoughts. “I’m sorry, I got distracted,” I admit. “It’s so loud in here.”

That’s not a lie. People’s conversations and shouts echo in the school cafeteria, a messy blend of voices screaming, yelling, and hollering. Dishes clank against each other, and every once in a while, there’s a screech as someone scoots their chair back from a table. The noise is overwhelming, and I can’t help but feel a little claustrophobic.

“So I think you should meet Ryan.” Destiny’s raised voice brings me back to our table.

I sigh. “Your new boyfriend.” Of course that’s what she was talking about. “I mean, are you sure? You don’t think it’s too soon? You guys just started dating, what, four weeks ago?”

“Of course!” She grabs my hand. “You’re my best friend, and your opinion really matters to me.” She hesitates. “Plus, you always have a good sense about people, and you always look at situations objectively.”

I smile, a warm feeling rising in my chest. “And besides, talking about boys is what best friends are for, right?”

She laughs, high and clear, and I can tell it’s a genuine laugh. “So, do you want to meet him tomorrow? We could meet up at the park after school, at our usual table.”

As much as I don’t really want to meet Destiny’s boyfriend, I do want what’s best for her. “Okay, sounds like a plan.”

“Awesome!”

The bell rings, making me jump. Destiny’s chair scratches backwards as she leaps up and gathers up our dishes. “Come on, let’s go to class.” She grabs my hand and drags me through the crowd of people that are stampeding to the exit. I hate being among the crush of bodies, with all the yelling and the smells, all in close quarters. Lucky, Destiny is an expert at maneuvering us through the crowd, and before long, we’ve escaped from the masses and are on our way to class.

The rest of the day goes by as usual, same old boring routine, except that I can’t get my mind off of meeting Ryan. I honestly don’t know what Destiny has told him about me, and I just feel like no matter what, it’s going to be awkward.

Who am I kidding? It’s always awkward for me when I meet new people.

Destiny comes and finds me after school the next day, and by that point, my anxiety is jumping through the roof. I slip on my sunglasses and try to play it cool as we walk over to the park. She squeezes my hand way too tight as we walk, but I know she’s just excited. I can practically feel the energy radiating off of her as she blabbers on and on. Finally, I manage to get a word in edgewise.

“What does he look like?” I ask her.

She lets out an excited squeak that sounds like a mouse. “Well, he’s about the same height as you, and he has longish brown hair. He has these beautiful green eyes…” She squeezes my hand tighter, making me question whether or not my hand will still be attached to my arm when we get to the park.

We walk a little farther and turn into the park. The path changes from hard concrete sidewalk to gravelly dirt that crunches underfoot. Birds tweet overhead in the trees, and I can even hear squirrels chittering at each other and scampering around. I inhale, enjoying the scent of the recently-cut grass and cool afternoon breeze.

I inhale again. “It’s going to rain.”

Destiny sighs. “Of course.” She stops. “Okay, you stay here at our picnic table and I’ll go see if I can find him. That way we have it covered, whether he comes here or I run into him. Maybe we can go to the ice cream shop or something so we don’t get rained on. Sound good?”

“Sounds good,” I reply and slide onto the bench of the picnic table. I freeze. “But how will I know it’s him if he comes by?”

“Oh, I’ve shown him pictures of the two of us together, so he should be able to recognize you.” Her footsteps crunch on the gravel as she walks away. “Oh yeah, and you can ask him what my middle name is, he knows,” she calls, her voice fading as she leaves.

“Wow,” I murmur, picking off pokey wood splinters off the table. “She must really like him if she already told him her middle name.” It took her forever to tell me what her middle name was. It’s not like it’s super embarrassing… just weird.

It’s kind of nice to listen to the sounds of the park without Destiny talking so much. Children laugh nearby, and I can pick out different bird songs, separating them from each other in my mind. A dog barks somewhere in the distance. The most prominent sound is probably the wind rustling the trees—either that or footsteps crunching on gravel as people walk by.

I start to hum as I pick at the splintering wood on the picnic table. The crack as I break off the bigger splinters is really satisfying. The wind brushes against me, pushing my hair in my face, and I can’t help but smile.

“Hey, you’re Natalie, right?”

The deep voice next to me makes me jump, and I turn towards him. “I am. Are you Ryan?”

“Yep, that’s me!” The bench creaks as he sits down. “It’s nice to meet you, Natalie. Where’s Destiny?”

“Looking for you,” I answer, fiddling self-consciously with my sunglasses before going back to picking at the table. A sharper splinter stabs me, and I wince. I tilt my head. “Destiny said I could ask you what her middle name is, to prove it’s actually you, and not some random weirdo.”

Ryan laughs, and it’s a deep, full laugh. “It’s Allegra. Her parents chose it because of its Italian meaning, without thinking about the medicine.”

I nod and grin. “Poor girl.”

The bench creaks again as Ryan leans forward. “So why is Destiny looking for me? I thought we were going to just meet here and hang out.”

“It’s going to rain,” I explain. “We were talking about moving to the ice cream place, just in case.”

He hesitates. “But the forecast didn’t say anything about rain.”

“Smell,” I tell him, and I hear him inhale and exhale. “Do you smell that dampness on the air? It’s definitely going to rain.”

Ryan sniffs again. “I can smell it, barely. That’s so cool.”

“Ryan!” Destiny’s voice carries across the park, as does the sound of her running feet. She stops next to the table, out of breath. She spoke between huffs. “I’ve been… looking for… you!” She puts a hand on my arm as her breathing grows closer to normal. “I’m glad you guys are doing good. Let’s head over to that ice cream shop.”

The table creaks as Ryan gets up and I slide off my side of the bench. “Lead the way, Destiny.” Now I get to judge Ryan and see if he’s right for my best friend.

Destiny hooks her arm in mine. “Rock on your right,” she tells me, and I sidestep neatly out of the way. “I’ll get your cane out of your backpack in a second,” she added.

“Wait, what?” Ryan asks, his confusion evident in his voice.

I laugh, hitting Destiny’s arm. “You didn’t tell him!”

“You must have done a good job being subtle,” Destiny says, and I can hear the grin in her voice.

“Tell me what?” Ryan asks impatiently.

I pull down my sunglasses and turn towards his voice. “Tell you that I’m blind.”

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The Mermaid and The Shell – A Fairy Tale Fable

Hullo, friends! So I’ve been trying to figure out some things to post recently, and I realized that I have stories saved up from my creative writing and fiction classes that I can post! So today I’m sharing the first story I wrote this year for my fiction class. It’s a cross between a fairytale and a fable, and I had a lot of fun writing it. Hope you enjoy!

The Mermaid and the Shell

In a far-off land, or sea, I should say, there lived a young mermaid named Nahla. She loved living with her family and playing among the coral reef. Her people were a joyful group, and she couldn’t imagine life without them. The king of the merfolk was a good merman at that time, and under his rule, the merpeople lived in harmony.

For every mermaid’s sixteenth birthday, they were required to decorate a shell to bring before the king. This symbolized their loyalty to the throne and made them a part of the tribe forever. The only requirement was that they make the shells themselves.

“I can’t wait, Mom!” Nahla exclaimed, spinning in a circle next to her mother. “Tomorrow I get to decorate my shell! It’s going to be the most beautiful shell anyone’s ever made.”

Her mother smiled at her. “I know it will, darling. I think you should paint it the colors of the ocean. That’s what I did for my shell, and everyone loved it.”

Nahla tilted her head sideways. “I hadn’t thought of that.” Secretly, she had imagined a swirl of colors, yellow, orange, pink, and purple, the colors of the coral.

Her mother nodded. “I think it would be beautiful. And it would match your eyes.”

Nahla smiled, shifting the picture in her mind. She could put some ocean colors on the shell, she was sure.

Her mother sent her off to find her younger brother, and she found him at the edge of the reef, watching the sharks swimming through the cool blue waters. His eyes lit up as she approached. “Nahla! You need to put a shark on your shell! That would the coolest thing ever.”

Nahla frowned. “Why would I do that?”

Her brother’s face melted into sadness. “For me. I won’t get to make a shell since I’m a merman. If I could make one, I would want a shark on it.”

Nahla put an arm around her brother’s shoulders. “Don’t worry. I’ll definitely find room for a shark on there.”

A little while later, Nahla ran into her best friend, Ara. “I can’t believe you get to decorate your shell tomorrow!” Ara exclaimed, twirling around. “You’re going to put a starfish on there for me, aren’t you?”

Nahla looked sideways at her friend. “A starfish?”

Ara nodded. “It’s our favorite animal, that’s why I put one on mine. It’ll be like a piece of me with you.”

“Of course!” Nahla hugged her friend. “I wouldn’t forget to do that.”

The next day, Nahla was released to find a shell and decorate it. She looked for hours, seeking the perfect shell, and finally, she found it. She struggled as she made it, trying to tie in all of the ideas she had been given. Before long, she finished, a sinking feeling in her stomach. It was nothing like she had imagined, and she couldn’t help but think about how ugly the shell was.

Eventually, the water grew darker, and she knew the day was nearly over. It was time to present her shell to the king, beautiful or not. She entered his throne room, knowing her family and friends would be there watching. Head hanging, she placed the shell before the king.

“What is this, Nahla?” The king asked, his voice stern.

Her mother approached and peered at the shell. “Those aren’t ocean colors, darling. Why are they smeared with yellow?”

“Where’s the shark?” Nahla’s brother asked. “I thought you were going to put a shark on it.”

“That doesn’t look like a starfish,” Ara added, tilting her head.

Nahla felt disappointment welling up inside of her. The king gazed at her. “What do you have to say, Nahla?”

She bowed her head, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “I wanted to make my shell coral colors, but everyone kept asking me to add something else. I didn’t want to disappoint my mom by not doing what she wanted, and since my brother doesn’t get to make a shell I wanted to put a shark on it for him. And since Ara put a starfish on hers for me, I wanted to put one on mine for her, too. I tried to include everything, but it turned into a big mess.”

The king nodded. “I will give you a chance to redo your shell, Nahla. Don’t try to please anyone, just yourself. Remember, the one who tries to please everyone pleases no one.”

And there you go! What did you think? I hope you enjoyed the story! Comment below if you have any thoughts or any ideas for future short stories you think I should write. And don’t forget to vote for Twinepathy in the TCK Reader’s Choice Awards!

Indie e-Con Scavenger Hunt 2018 – Stop #18

Hullo, everyone! I’m very excited to be participating in the Indie eCon again this year! This year, each author is helping with a scavenger hunt that’s taking place on each of our blogs. Today I’m hosting Ivy Rose, as she talks a little about her writing and who she is. Check out each of the blog posts shared today to gather the clues, and submit them for a chance to win a special giveaway! Read to the bottom to find your clue.

Hey there! I’m Ivy, and it’s a pleasure to take part in the Indie eCon this year. I’m the author of The Old River Road: a historical fiction novel based on the life of my ancestors; and Left to Die: a contemporary novella inspired by the adoption of my little sister from China.

As I was trying to write an updated bio for myself last year, I had to drive deep into what themes I consistently touch on in my stories. People what to know what I write about, but what do I write about? Both of my published novels are about normal people. Lots of my unpublished books contain characters leading seemingly normal lives. Writing contemporary novels pretty much screams “normal normal normal” when compared to a genre like fantasy or dystopia.

So what makes my writing different?

It took a lot of thinking, praying, and asking critique partners for their thoughts before I was able to file it down to something that made sense (and would fit into a bio):

My stories are about ordinary people in ordinary places. But they are put in a position to make extraordinary choices.

That theme isn’t something I consciously decided to do. It just kinda happened. I’ve been told by readers that my characters are quite relatable. Though I don’t do that on purpose, it makes sense; the characters don’t feel like they’re anything special. They’re normal. But when put in a position to make an extraordinary decision, guess what? Ordinary becomes extraordinary. Just like in real life.

Finding my writing theme was a process that took a few years. Just when I thought I had it figured out, it didn’t quite seem right. It takes time. Don’t fret if you can’t pinpoint yours just yet…it will come with time.

~Ivy Rose

 

Bio: Ivy Rose is a young novelist with a passion to create beautiful fiction. Armed with a desire to make scenarios readers can easily relate to, she writes in many genres about ordinary individuals faced with extraordinary choices. Two of her novels have been independently published. As a chronic illness warrior, Ivy eagerly encourages others to find joy no matter what the circumstances. In her free time, she loves dancing, playing music, or enjoying various outdoor activities in the Pacific Northwest.

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So 4 is your clue for this post! You can check out the full list of posts here, start at the first post on Kandi’s blog, and check out the post I wrote on Sarah Allerding’s blog! Also, don’t forget that sign-ups for Lightporter’s release tour are still open, and I’d love to have more people participating!

A Blazing Seal of Approval: An IDIA Short Story

Why, hello, everyone!!! It seems I’ve been neglecting this blog a teensy bit. The school semester has been crazy, but I’m trying to put together a few more posts for you guys before next semester. I’m also still working on the editing for Lightporter, and I’m hoping to have an update (with a release date!!!) for you guys soon! We’ll see how it goes.

Anyway, I was looking over some of my older stories and I saw a short story I wrote as fluff a little while back that takes place right after Twinepathy, and I thought that would be a fun way to celebrate the new year with you guys! So I hope you enjoy, and I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments section below!

“It just makes absolutely no sense.”

I look over at Denver as I pour milk on my cereal, trying to decide if I should shake my head or laugh. The two of us are the only ones home. It’s Saturday, so the rest of our family is out shopping. We opted to sleep in, instead. “Denver, Brooklyn and I can speak to each other with our minds, and you don’t seem too weirded out by that. Why should teleportation make sense?”

Denver sighs, stirring his oatmeal. “I don’t know. It’s just weird. None of this makes any sense scientifically.”

I shrug. “It’s kinda weird, but I’m starting to get used to it.” I lean forward. “And I also told Blaze he could join us for breakfast, so be nice.” It’s been about three weeks since we officially joined IDIA, and while our family has met some of the IDIA members, Jen thought it might be a good idea for them to hang out some more. I think she just wants to keep an eye on our family, but that’s fine with me. As long as we don’t have to lie to them anymore, I’m happy.

Denver’s frown deepens. “Every time I’ve met him he seems sarcastic and rude. Why do you like hanging out with him so much?”

“You’ve spent five minutes with him!” I protest. “Give him a chance.”

He sets down his spoon. “His illusion stuff and teleportation don’t help. He could be spying on you when you least expect it.”

There’s a laugh nearby, one that I instantly recognize. “Like right now?” Blaze teases. He appears, grinning. “Hey, Jazz. ‘Sup, Colorado?”

Denver and I both look at him with blank expressions, and Blaze’s grin widens. “Your name’s Denver. That’s in Colorado…”

I groan. “Blaze, you are not helping his opinion of you.”

Denver takes a deep breath and turns back to his oatmeal, electing to ignore Blaze, I guess. Blaze sits down at the table. “Do you guys want donuts?” he asks. “Because I can go and grab some.”

“You mean steal some?” Denver asks, looking up at Blaze.

Blaze’s face reddens, and he glares at my brother. “I would never do that!”

“Sure, Blaze, I’d love some donuts!” I interrupt cheerfully, trying to break up the tension. “Maybe you could grab some more milk, too, if that’s okay? We’re almost out.”

“Definitely,” Blaze agrees tiredly. He disappears instantly, and I wave a hand through the spot to make sure he teleported and didn’t just turn invisible.

I immediately turn to Denver. “I thought I asked you to give him a chance! He’s trying super hard to impress you.”

“Does this really mean that much to you?” Denver asks with a sigh.

I nod. “Yes, it does. Could you just try to find some common ground, or at least not insult him by insinuating he’s a thief?”

“Fine.” Denver leans back in his seat. “I’ll ask him about his powers. Maybe he’ll like talking about himself.”

“Denver!” I protest.

He smiles. “I’m teasing. But just so you know, I do not give you permission to date him yet.”

“WHAT?!” I practically screech, but before I can protest further, Blaze reappears with donuts and milk in hand. I clamp my mouth shut and slump back in my chair, glaring at Denver. With Blaze here, I know I can’t protest about Denver’s statement because I’d never hear the end of it from Blaze. After all, we’re just friends, and Blaze said he doesn’t date… whatever that means.

Denver reaches over and picks up a donut out of the box. “So, Blaze, how exactly does your teleportation work?”

Blaze looks over at him, as if trying to decide if Denver’s trying to get valuable information on how to destroy him. “Well, it’s all based off of light,” he explains vaguely. “It’s kind of complicated, and I’m not sure I completely understand it, either.”

Denver straightens, actually looking interested now. “It’s based off of light? Really?”

“Yeah…” Blaze glances at me and back to Denver. “Why?”

“I did an in-depth study of light for a science project in high school.” Denver leans forward. “So if your powers are based off of light, I might be able to understand them.”

Blaze tilts his head to the side. “Maybe you can help me figure out exactly how my teleportation works, too. If you’re interested, that is…”

Denver smiles. “Definitely! You know, we might be able to use the physics lab at the college to run some tests, as long as you can make sure no one sees you teleporting or anything.”

Blaze brightens. “Sure! And I could bring in some other teleporters, too, if you want to compare the difference between our teleporting. Most teleporters’ powers work similarly, except for mine.”

“Don’t even ask Trav,” I add in. “She’s always so grumpy.” At least they’re getting along well. I should have known my nerdy brother would find something interesting to do with Blaze. I stand up, putting my empty cereal bowl in the sink. “I’m going to leave you two here to do your science stuff while I go… read or do something interesting.” I grin at the two of them as I leave.

A couple of hours later, I’m deep in a novel, laying on the couch in the living room, and Denver comes in, flopping down in an armchair. I ignore him, flipping a page in my book, but he clears his throat. I sigh and put my book down. “What?”

“You now officially have permission to date Blaze,” he says with a grin.

“Denver!” I protest. I consider throwing my book at him, but I opt for a pillow instead. “Come on! We’re just friends.”

He shrugs. “That’s what I always said about Ezra before we started dating.” I groan, but he grins at me, although his grin is a little sappy since he’s thinking about his girlfriend. “Anyway, Blaze and I are going to get some teleporters together next month to work on some tests and stuff to figure out exactly how his teleporting works. Do you wanna be my lab assistant?”

I give him a fake grumpy frown. “Not if you’re going to keep teasing me about Blaze.”

Denver leans forward. “But if you’re just friends, why should it bother you?”

I want to wipe that teasing grin off of his face. “Because…” I groan. “This is a losing battle, isn’t it? Fine, I’ll help you.”

He stands up. “Good. I’ll let you get back to your book.” He ruffles my hair when he walks past. “And you were right, by the way.”

I lift an eyebrow. “As usual. About what?”

“Once I gave Blaze a chance, it turned out he wasn’t so bad.” Denver smiles at me. “I may be your big brother, but you can still teach me a thing or two, I guess.”

I grin. “Well, that’s what I’m here for.”

I hope you enjoyed that fun little story! What did you think? Would you like to see this published as an ebook on Amazon? Comment below! I’d also love if you’d leave a review on Goodreads if you can!

Retellings of Parables for the Modern Day

Hullo, friends! At the beginning of this school semester I decided to try and blog more this school year, since I hardly blogged at all last year, and September went by with a total of two posts. Whoops. So since I’m low on time for actually writing posts, I thought I’d look through some older short stories and such. While I was doing that, I remembered my New Testament class assignment where I rewrote two parables to make them more relatable to modern audiences. They were fun to write, so I thought I would share them with you guys. I’ve also included links to the original parables. Hope you enjoy!

The Parable of the Two Roommates

Original: The Parable of the Two Sons

“What do you think? There was an RA who had two students who were rooming together. She went to the first and said, ‘Hey, can you clean your room? It’s gotten too messy.’

“‘Sorry, it’s not my turn,’ the first roommate replied, but later she decided to clean anyway.

“The RA went to the other roommate and asked her the same thing. She said, ‘Sure!’, but she didn’t do it.

“Now which of these did what the RA asked?”

“The first,” they answered.

Jesus said to them, “The criminals and sinners will enter the Kingdom of God before you. John came to show you how to be righteous, and you didn’t believe them, but the criminals and sinners did. Even after you saw that, you didn’t repent and believe him.”

 

The Parable of the Lost Child

Original: The Parable of the Lost Sheep

Now the criminals and sinners were all gathering around to hear Jesus. But several Bible scholars muttered, “This man welcomes sinners and eats with them.”

Then Jesus told them this parable: “What if one of you is at a camp with a hundred children and one of them wanders off? Wouldn’t you leave the ninety-nine behind to look for the lost child until you find him? And when you find him, you would take him back, relieved. Then you would call the other counselors together and say, ‘I found him!’ Similarly, there will be more celebration in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous people who don’t need to repent.

What do you think? Enjoy? Have you ever thought about rewriting a parable in modern-day context? Comment below with your thoughts!

Cover Reveal: Reintegration by Ashley Bogner

Hi, everyone! I’m so excited to be bringing you the cover reveal for Ashley Bogner’s debut novel, called Reintegration! It’s a Christian dystopian releasing August 18, 2017, and I’m super excited to read it. Here’s the back cover copy for the book:

A perfect citizen. A captured rebel. One decision could destroy them both…

As a Regulator, seventeen-year-old Katherine Holliday’s duty is to protect the people of the Federation from a group of violent rebels who have exiled themselves to the mysterious wilderness. When one of these rebels is captured within the Federation, the government leaders propose an alternative to execution, a procedure they call Reintegration. The procedure involves erasing the rebel’s memory and attempting to make him a member of society. The rebel, a young man named Matthew, is not the violent criminal Katherine expects, and she can’t help but befriend him. A few weeks after Matthew’s Reintegration, Katherine realizes the procedure failed and she is now presented with a choice no one else can help her make. Can she warn her superiors that Reintegration failed, which could mean death for Matthew? Or will she defy everything she knows to help him escape—and risk her own execution?

And now, without further ado, the cover!

Ashley Bogner

When Ashley Bogner was in third grade, she decided she would be a published author when she grew up. Ashley is a homeschool graduate and has lived in seven different states. She completed a year of Bible college and in the fall will begin pursuing a degree in Communication Studies. After college, her plan is to work in the Christian publishing industry. When not writing, she can be found baking, posting book reviews on her blog, and watching her favorite movies over and over to the point of memorization. See her blog here.

What do you think of the cover? Do you think you’ll read the book? Comment below with your thoughts! (Also, don’t forget to check out the live Q&A I’m doing this week!)

A Week of Fun! (Indie Author E-Con)

Hello, friends! It’s the start of a new week, which means it’s the start of something else, too!

That’s right, the Indie Author E-Con starts today! I’m so excited, and I hope you are, too! I’ve been going through a lot of the pages, and there’s so much! If you’ve created a cosplay picture for Twinepathy or any other indie book, you can add your link on the cosplay page here, and if you have any fanart, you can post a link to it on the fanart page. (Here’s a hint: you can use a dollmaker online to create your favorite characters! This one is super fun, and the site has a ton of different dollmakers!). If you’re a writer, you can join in on the weeklong word war, too!

And I have some cool stuff going on today, too! There’s an awesome Q&A where you can ask me any writing-related question you want, and there is also a post I wrote about plot twists, which you can read here.

Plus, don’t forget to head over and vote on the 2017 Indie Book Awards! Enjoy the Indie E-Con, my friends!

Hello Again And A Cyber Monday Sale!

Why, hello, friends! It’s been quite a while, hasn’t it? I blame college. But I have a surprise! In case you haven’t noticed, today is Cyber Monday! I decided that today would be a great day to put Twinepathy on sale for only $0.99! If you haven’t read it or if you want an e-book copy for yourself, go ahead and pick it up now! The sale will only last through tomorrow. This is my way to thank all of you for all of your help and support!

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If you’ve already read Twinepathy, you can still help out by posting a review on Amazon, Goodreads, or your own blog, and by sharing about the sale. Thank you all!

Welcome, Agent | A Blogiversary Role Play Game

*throws confetti* Guess who’s blogiversary it is? Answer: miiiine! Actually, it was Tuesday, but I wasn’t able to finish the post in time. So you get it two days late! I wanted my second blogiversary post to be both creative and interactive, and this is what I came up with. Enjoy!!!

 

You are an agent of IDIA. Please find a spare sheet of paper and write down a superpower of your choice. Then come up with a one or two syllable code name. If you can’t think of one, comment below and ask for help from others and myself! You don’t need a code name or a superpower to continue, but why not? 🙂

Welcome, Agent. Today I, Database, and IDIA have a desperate need for you. Several movie villains have found their ways into the posts and pages of this blog, and we need your help to weed them out. We only have a small bit of information on each of these, but you can use that info to find their hiding spots.

Loki: He’s full of himself, so you might find him in a spot where his name is on a tower…

Smaug: Sometimes dragons flock to other dragons, even if they’re from different books (not ones by me!).

Red Skull: He’s from the 1940s, so he might go someplace to revenge himself on an old friend, maybe with the White Witch by his side.

Kylo Ren: One of the newest villains on the scene, but his roots go way, way back.

Do us proud,

Database

And there you have it! Use those smart brains and superpowers of yours to figure out where these guys are hiding, then comment down below with what your superpower was and a clue to where one of the baddies is hiding. If you want to add a few extra red herrings, go for it! Enjoy, my friends!

Beautiful People February 2016: Denver and Ezra (Ezra’s Answers)

Here are Ezra’s half of the answers! Enjoy! 😀

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BeautifulPeopleHeaderWas asked to do this by C.B. Cook a friend of mine and of course I said yes. I mean, it’s adorable Denver and Ezra how could I not? Anyways, if you would like to see Denver’s answers to these questions you can click here!

  1. How did they first meet? Ezra: I bumped into him at the library, knocking the books out of his arms and awkwardly introduced myself.

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    What were their first impressions of each other? Ezra: That he was waaayyy out of my league. I mean I know I’m not ugly, but I’m not exactly ‘model material’ either. But after getting to know him better I realized we’ve got a lot in common.

    3. How long have they been a couple? Ezra: I’m horrid with remembering things, uhhhhh seven months?


    4. How committed/loyal are they to each other? Would they break up over a secret or a…

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