WordCrafters 2- Part One

Yes, it’s here! If you don’t know what WordCrafters is, you can read the post about it here, and read WordCrafters I here. For the characters and other imporatant information, go check out Allison’s post here.

“Alright, the meeting of the Vivi Brown Fan Club will now come to order,” Vivi said, using a hairbrush as a gavel. “Today we’re discussing the building of the Vivi Brown Museum.”

“Hey, we never agreed to call it that!” Pippin yelled.

Esme smoothed her dress to get rid of the dirt that had somehow managed to get on her dress and combed through her jet black hair. “I’m okay with it.”

More than anything, Esme hated fighting.

“Well, what were you planning on calling it?” Vivi asked.

“The Pippin Merlin Appreciation Club!” Pippin exclaimed.

Vivi rolled her eyes. “Well, whatever you want to call it, we need to find some stuff for our museum. There’s got to be a ton of stuff out here in the woods.”

“Yeah!” Esme said. “We could press flowers and hang them up on the walls.”

“Ew, gross. I hate flowers,” Pippin said. Esme started tearing up.

Vivi crossed her arms. “I know you’re all, like, manly and stuff, but that’s just wrong. I think that’s a good idea, Esme.”
Esme squeezed the teddy bear she was hiding in her pocket and stopped crying. “Yay!”

“Maybe we could include a stuffed platypus!” Pippin suggested.

“That would stink up the place,” Vivi said.

“What’s a platypus?” Esme asked.

Pippin smiled from excitement. “It’s like a cross between a beaver and a duck. It’s my favorite animal- it looks hilarious.”

“Seriously, we should start looking,” Vivi said.

“Okay!” Esme said. “What about over by those fallen trees? Or by the beach?”

Vivi shook her head. “No, the beach is too far away. We could go look by the trees. I bet the storm unearthed some cool stuff.”

“I guess,” Pippin said. “I brought my shovel.”

Esme jumped up. Vivi ran over to the trees and Esme tried to catch up with her.

“Hey, no fair, you guys have longer legs than I do!” Esme exclaimed as Pippin and Vivi passed her.

Vivi smiled. “One day, Esmeralda.”

“Don’t call me that!” Esme said. “Oh, it’s so muddy over here.”

“Oh, stop whining,” said Pippin, who was already knee deep in dirt. “It’s mudgical!”

“What does that even mean?” Vivi asked, annoyed.

He smiled. “It’s a cross between mud and magical.”

“That’s horrible, Pippi Longstockings,” Esme said and giggled at the nickname she’d come up with.

“Seriously, I’m going to complain to the school for making you read that book,” Pippin said. He hated nicknames more than anything.

Vivi walked a few feet away. Pippin and Esme were as different as night and day, especially since they were so far apart in age.

Something was shining in the leaves. Vivi ran over and picked it up. There was a purple and blue shiny egg, covered in mud. Vivi wiped it off with her shirt, her blonde hair blowing in her face.

“Guys, come look at this!” Vivi shouted and the fighting Pippin and Esme suddenly perked up.

Esme ran over. “Oh, that’s pretty! Can we take it?”

“Well, I still think a stuffed platypus would be better…”

“Pippin!” the girls unanimously shouted.

“Okay,” he said and gave up. What was it with girls?

Esme shrieked. “Oh, I can’t wait to take it to our museum! Can we go right now?”

“Sure,” Vivi said and the three started to walk towards the abandoned barn they’d found a few weeks earlier. It was Esme’s idea to start a museum in there. Vivi wanted to turn it into a gym, and Pippin wanted to turn it into a “Cool bro hangout”. Esme won, like she always did.

“Can I hold it?” Esme asked.

“It’s pretty heavy.”

“You can then, I guess.”

Esme skipped off and ran ahead. “Come on, slowpokes!”

To Esme, it took forever to reach the barn. She was a couple minutes ahead, so she cleared the dust off of a low shelf.  It had to look perfect for their first item. She could imagine twenty years in the future thousands of people coming to look at their museum, paying tons of money to look at the exhibits…

She sighed, knowing it would never happen.

“Esme!” Pippin yelled. “You could’ve gotten lost.”

“But I didn’t,” Esme said with a grin. “Vivi, come put it here!”

Vivi placed the egg on the shelf Esme pointed to, and frowned when it tilted on its side.

“We could make a nest,” Pippin suggested. “It’ll be egg-celent!”

“That’s actually not a bad idea,” Vivi said. “Let’s go get some grass.”

Esme thought she head a cracking and turned around. The egg was shaking.

“Wait!” she exclaimed as the egg shattered.

Vivi and Pippin turned around.

“Woah,” Pippin said, staring at the small, baby dragon before him.
Esme picked up the destroyed egg shell to look at it, but in doing so dropped it. There was a flash of light that temporarily blinded her. When Esme could see again, she realized they were somewhere else.

List:

1. Josie

2. Aria

3. Zielle

4. Grace 

5. Hayley

6. K.A. 

7. CutePolarBear

8. Nicole

9. Clara

10. Loren

11. Anika

12. Thewritingpegasus

13. Daisymermaid

14. C.

15. Thegirlofmanyfictionalnames

16. Lily

17. Megan 

18. Lainey 

19. Chaespeedreader

20. Bella (Book Sweet)

21. Suzy 

22. Danielle

23. Misty 

24. Rebekah 

25. Bella (Many Marigolds)

26. Maddy

27. Allison

If you don’t have a blog, you can email your story to Allison (here) so we can put it on a WordCrafters page. If you have a blog and don’t see it listed above, let me know so we can get your entries that way.

Please try to turn your story about three to five after the previous part is posted. If you have to drop out/are busy that time let me know so I can update the list ASAP.

Alright, Aria, it’s your turn to post the story! If you have any questions, feel free to ask!

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WordCrafters Returns!

That’s right- WordCrafters 2 is happening! Allison and I have come up with some rules and stuff, so let’s get started.

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WordCrafters starts again on June 1, 2016. Sign up by May 31, 2016. 

For those of you who don’t know what WordCrafters is, let’s go over it. The gist of it is a giant collab story, written by several different bloggers. I’m going to post the first chapter, and then everyone who signed up will write one chapter. For example,

Chapter One- Person A

Chapter Two- Person B.

Now for some basic rules. Keep everything rated G. No killing off the main characters. Keep your story about between 500 and 2000 words.

As for the characters, created by Allison, we have:

Esme, (girl) age 10

Vivi, (girl) age 13

Pippin, (boy) age 16

Again, sign up by May 31! Be sure to share this with any friends you think would enjoy participating, and you can put the button on the sidebar.

If you want to read Allison’s post, you can do so here.

~Happy writing!~

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Now to fix my kindle post….

WordCrafters: Alalia’s Journey- Finale

Click HERE to see the rest of the chapters!

Alalia felt confused. Mary Poppins, of all people, was trying to convince her not to go back to her parents.
Her parents! Alalia had forgotten all about them. She remembered the way that they bought her new books every year for her birthday, even when they thought she was too obsessed with reading. And her sister, Elsie. She was always bothering Alalia, but now she kind of missed it.
Silent tears streamed down Alalia’s face. She noticed Mary Poppins seemed to have vanished.
“Hey, Alalia,” Jacob said, waking up. “Are you okay?”
“You’re awake!” Alalia exclaimed.
He nodded, getting out of the bed.
“I’m so sorry I blasted you,” Alalia said, crying even harder.
“Stop crying,” he told her.
Alalia shook her head. “I miss my family, and I almost made you die!”
“Come on,” he said, hitting her lightly. “We gotta get us out of here.”
“Really?” she asked.
“Yeah. This is getting boring. There are no more pirates!”
Alalia laughed through the tears. Jacob was back to normal, and they were going to find a way out.
Mary Poppins came back into the room. “Tea, anyone?”
“No thanks, we’re ready to go back,” Alalia chirped.
“Back? Whyever would you want to leave?” Mary Poppins asked.
That was odd. She seemed perfectly willing to take her back earlier. “I miss my family,” Alalia said as Jacob said, “I’m bored!”
“Oh, Alalia. There are new people here to be your family. And Jacob, here you can be anyone you want. You can be Jack Frost, Peter Pan, Aladdin, anyone you wish,” Mary Poppins said soothingly.
Alalia shook her head.
“No, we want to go back home!” Jacob yelled.
“Very well then.”
Mary Poppins reached into her bag and pulled out a perfume bottle. The last thing they remembered was her spraying the bottle.

“Alalia! Come back, please!” a voice said. Everything was blurry. Wait! Why wasn’t she in her bed? Then Alalia remembered the cave and hiking and Jacob and the fairytales.
“I’m here,” she said.
“Good,” Jacob said, lifting her up in his strong arms. “I thought you were… d-dead.”
Alalia smiled. “So you care.”
“I guess. Anyway, what fairytale are we in? I don’t remember the evil lady with the umbrella.”
She pondered for a minute. “That was Mary Poppins. And from the look of it, we’re in the Little Mermaid.”
“How so?’
“Oh, we just have tails and are in an aquatic prison, is all,” Alalia explained. She took a second to look down at her tail. She’d only seen Jacob’s black one (which matched the leather jacket he was wearing earlier) when he picked her up from the ground. Alalia’s was purple, with large pearls clipped to the sides. It shimmered and shone. Glowing butterflies flew around her.

“Come closer,” she whispered. “The butterflies have all manner of things to show you…”:

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They looked around the room. There seemed to be no escape. “What now?” Jacob asked.
“Look up! There’s a loose board on the roof,” Alalia said hopefully.
“Oh yeah! Let’s get out of here,” Jacob said a little too loudly. A guard looked at them suspiciously, then chuckled to himself. He started swimming over. Alalia glared daggers at Jacob.
“What do you mean, get out?” the guard asked.
Alalia nudged Jacob to let him know she was doing the talking. “All we meant, sir, was that we want parole for good behavior. Oh, and I love that tail. It makes your eyes pop,” Alalia said, thinking the opposite, but not letting it show.
“Well, I’m sure you’re on the right path,” the guard said swimming away.
“You know, you’re pretty smart for an eleven-year-old,” Jacob said, meaning it as a compliment.
“Twelve now, actually.” Her birthday had passed a few days ago when she was on the pirate ship. Alalia had just forgotten with all the confusion.
Alalia looked around the hall and didn’t see any guards. “Let’s go,” she whispered and started swimming upwards. Jacob followed. They pushed the loose board, and it came undone.
“Woah,” Alalia whispered. They arrived in a room with all kinds of computers and vials.
“Our tails are gone,” Jacob said.
“Probably because we’re out of the water,” Alalia guessed.
She looked around the room. There were two monitors, one marked “Alalia Celinette” and one marked “Jacob Husty”.
Jacob walked up next to her, back in his leather jacket and dark jeans. “Your last name is really Celinette? Is your family royalty or something?”
“No, it’s just medieval,” Alalia explained. “Jacob Husty,” she added with a grin.
He rolled his eyes. “Why do they even have monitors with our names anyway?”
Alalia pressed a few keys on the computers. The footage started playing, first on Alalia’s monitor. It was back when she was hiking and first came into the new world, all the way up to when she met Jacob.
Jacob’s started to play.
He was at school. He was angry at someone, but it wasn’t clear who. Jacob then ran off the grounds and approached an odd shaped tunnel. It opened, and he went into a forest much like Alalia was in, then he fell off a cliff and landed by Alalia.

Post-apocalyptic hideout:

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“You lied!” she yelled. “I thought you were going to watch some football game.”
“I didn’t know you. I wasn’t sure if you could be trusted,” Jacob said in less than a whisper, staring at the ground. “I didn’t want you to know how people treated me. Plus, you lied about your last name.”
“Are you kidding? You’re talking to ‘the shyest girl on earth’, ‘that weirdo who always has her nose in a book’, or ‘whoever she is’.”
Jacob stared at her. “Really? I mean, you’re the bravest person I’ve ever met. You know, for a girl. And your book smarts have been so useful, and I could never forget you name.”
“Thanks,” she whispered. “What about you? Why do they hate you?”
“I’m ‘that kid who lives in a trailer park’,” he said.
“I don’t care about how rich you are,” she said. “Inside you’re a great person.”
They stood in silence. “Now that that’s over with, can we start working on getting home?”
“Do you really want to leave?”
“Not really. I like it here. I just want to get you home, and I can stay here,” he told her.
Alalia looked at him strangely. “No, you have to come back with me!”
“Give me one good reason why.”
Alalia looked around the room and found a vial. “Maybe because every time we change fairytales they steal part of our energy.”
“What?!” Jacob asked. “Well, maybe I don’t care.”
“If you stay here, you’ll die.”
He sighed. “Fine. I’ll go with you.”
“Good. Now how do we leave?”
Heavy footsteps came into the room. “Well, look how smart you are, Alalia Marie.”
“Don’t call me that, Jacob- oh,” she said, looking behind her at the figure. It was tall, with black hair, red lips, and pale skin.
Jacob stood in front of her. “Who are you?”
“Some call me Snow White. Some call me a sea witch,” she said.
Alalia gaped. “Snow White is Ursala?” She moved away from Jacob, approaching her closer.
“Yes. The prince decided to leave me, I used one of my stepmom’s disguises to turn me into a sea witch, so I could marry Lily’s- who you may know as Ariel- prince,” Snow White explained.
“What now?” Jacob asked.
“I think I know,” Alalia whispered. “Follow my lead.”
Snow White looked at her closely. “You’ll never leave.”
“Guess what? I’m not lonely, my parents love me, and I’m not stupid for reading.”
“What are you doing?” Snow White shrieked.
“When I came into this world, I felt lonely, unloved, and stupid. If I feel the opposite, I can get out.”
Jacob brightened. “I’m awesome-”
Alalia rolled her eyes.
“I’m not worth my money, and I have friends.”
“If this is the end,” Alalia said. “I’m glad I got to meet you.”
“Me too,” Jacob said, giving her a hug as he started to fade away.

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Everything went black. Alalia was back in her bedroom. In front of her was a book. She flipped through the pages, and it contained the story of the fairy tales and all the people she had met in her crazy adventure. Alalia smiled.
“Alalia! Come out here! Your cousins are here to visit!” her mother yelled. Alalia ran out to the living room. “These are the Hustys.”
Jacob, his three sisters, and his parents were standing in her living room.
“Hi, I’m Alalia,” she said. Jacob walked up to her.
“Woah, we’re related? I did not see that coming,” he whispered. Alalia laughed.
Everyone was talking. Her mom was serving pasta. After dinner, she showed Jacob the book.
“Wow,” he told her. “We’re in a book!”
“No, just this one,” Alalia said. “It changed after I came back.”
Jacob was reading the story. “Dude, that’s crazy. Anyway, we’re moving a few blocks from here. In a real house.”
“Awesome,” Alalia said.
“Yup. And now I have a secret to share with my cuz.”
Alalia smirked at hum. “Yeah, just don’t tell anyone about this. Especially my parents.”
“What if it was just a dream?” he asked.
“That we both had?”
“Yeah.” She rolled her eyes.

That night, Alalia couldn’t sleep. She felt braver, somehow. Maybe she could have friends. But either way, she still knew she would always, always have her nose in a book. She wondered if all fictional stories had actually happened. But she would never look at a book the same way again.

I hope you enjoyed the last chapter of WordCrafters. It was so fun to write.

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Liebster Award

liebster2I  actually went back and found the original image. Did you know Liebster is German? And, this award is so bloggers can find other bloggers. Y

Thank you, Suzy, for nominating me! o

Her questions: u

If you could have on thing on your blog that you don’t have already, what would it be? a

I’m not sure. Honestly, I would probably want better photography skills so I could have nicer photos. ‘r

Who is your favorite blogger(s)? e

I like a lot of bloggers. Suzy, Loren, Megan, Alison, Emma, Clara, and Mattie, to name a few. I love reading all of your blogs! i

Guilty blogging habit? t

Probably, as you all have noticed, taking long breaks. Also, as I mentioned above, not having photos. P

What is your favorite movie? a

Maleficent is the first thing that comes to mind. s

Favorite fan art? s

Um…. I don’t look at fan art. I’m not that kind of person. w

If you could have a major role in any movie, what would it be? o

Star Wars VIII. r

Favorite book (unless you’re like me, top 5)? d

39 Clues, Series of Unfortunate Events. r

Dream job?a

Have a record deal. I know you’re expecting me to say writer, or actress. But I won’t. And do you know why? n

Those aren’t dreams. I am a writer now, I enjoy writing and publish my writing here. Maybe one day I’ll get published in a magazine or something, but that is a reality. I’m an actress, too. I’m in my dad’s movies, and I’ve been in plays and acting clubs. Actress is a reality. d

And I love music. It’s a beautiful thing. o

Which do you prefer, snail mail (letters) or email? m

I enjoy both, but. Email is quicker, but I love getting letters from my pen pal. It’s more thoughtful.

Would you either be in the time of the Great Depression or World War II?

WW2, because I wouldn’t be in danger of anything, and I think I would do well with rations and bottle caps. (Thinking back to when I read Molly: An American Girl).

And finally, the most important question of all, Skittles or Starbursts?

Starbursts. They last longer.

I tag…

Loren, Megan, Alison, Emma, Clara, Mattie, Jaclynn, and anyone who read the secret message hidden in this post.

Your questions:

What is the last song you’ve listened to?

What is your favorite website (not blog)?

Hot cocoa or tea?

What is your favorite wintertime activity?

Favorite candy?

If you could give any advice to your younger self, what would it be?

Thanks for reading, and remember today is the last day of WordCrafters! Please check it out HERE or HERE, and sign up.

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