Mikela asked:


I still need to get a 2010 day planner. I used a Slingshot calendar last year, but I didn’t like how little room there was to write. I get the point that it’s supposed to be DIY and anarchic, but I prefer to have a little more order to my planner. Has anyone seen the 2010 calendar? How do you like it?

Matt asked:


Im talking big time, like lord of the rings. How much detail do they go into when creating the wrolds history and backstory and character developement and backstories? Do they plan in detail every single adventure that happens in the book. Do they plan out all the characters in the book? How much of everything is usually created during the writing process and how much is created pre-writing in the planning process?
Plz help ive got inspiration and an idea but i dont know how much planning i should do

Cutie Patootie asked:


I am writing a book, how much planning should i do for it? Also what should I plan?

a&fvida asked:


where can i find good, fashionable day planners like the Moleskine kind?

NeeNa N asked:


I welcome you into this story, with hopes that you leave it with a wandering mind.
My story takes place in a world very different from the one you live in. I live in the world of the three kingdoms. The kingdoms of Peace, Tranquility, and Harmony. It would be wise not to be fooled by there names, for the names are just now meaningless titles. There was a place that only the very wise and powerful knew of, the Valley of Unknown powers. No one was quite sure who lived there and why, but all everyone knew was that you went in with a small talent and came out very powerful, you became one of the guardians of the realm. I lived in the most powerful and the cruelest of the kingdoms, the Kingdom of Peace. Although it did not seem that way, for I did not live as a peasant, or a beggar, I lived as the daughter of the next most powerful king of the kingdoms. Prince Garthus the second was to be the next ruler of our kingdom when his father king Garthus the first will be assassinated, for people in these kingdoms don’t pass away, the royalty most likely get murdered. I felt no compassion towards my father for I did not know him so well, I was well cared for but not by a parent. It was horrible of me to think it but I wanted my father assassinated before he took the crown due to the fact that I did not want to be taken to the Valley of Unknown Powers, all the kings, sons and daughters had to go there until they are well acquainted with the other royalty, are prepared for there future duties and have a secret weapon of there own. My name: Annabella, has been down on the list for the v.o.u.p. since birth. I will start my tale from the early years of my life….
I woke up to the sun hitting my face and warming my body after the chilly night, the castle was going to be rampaging with guests this week, for the yearly banquet of the royalties was going to be held at our castle this year, I lay in my bed listening to the yells of the planners, laying there idly while every one was running about there business. But I too was soon taken away from my daydreams by Tenma, the mother figure in my life. She came in barging in a rush, so I pretended to be asleep. She murmured while looking about my room, which looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in a very long while. “Where did she leave it? I knew I shouldn’t have shown it to her and that she would end up taking it, those guards will have to be punished.” I yawned loudly to get her to leave and she scurried out of the room. She was talking about the white amulet. There were seven main sources of power in our kingdom. The Luthen Amulets. Of seven colors they are. Earlier Tenma said that a very powerful one was hidden in this castle, and she thought she knew where it might be. Now I’ve always been a little special, but nobody knew it. So, later that night I went to my room, locked the door and lighted a few candles. I let myself slip into unconsciousness.
I was walking down a dark corridor with crisp cobble stoned walls, as a breeze hit the back of my neck. I frantically looked around, but kept scampering to the end of the passageway I saw a mossy wooden door, and reached for it. It was sealed, so I concentrated harder, it opened with a crack, and past that door was a room about two feet in width and length. A blinding light of silver-white reached my eyes, and I stretched my hands…
Chapter two?
I woke up the next morning with my stomach rumbling, lying on the cold stone floor of my room. The accounts of last night rushed back to me. I took my hand to my neck and felt the warmth of the white amulet, and smiled at my success, there was a knock on my door, so I hastily put it under my dress. It was Tenma looking frustrated, as she said “Where have you been? The dukes and duchesses of Harmony are here. Why are you still wearing your night gown? Oh, we don’t have time for this. Come, come hurry put on your gown.”
“Good morning to you too, Tenma.”
Tenma giggled and gave me a smack on the back of my head that I deserved. “Make hurry, almost everyone is here, what were you doing all this time?”
I walked down the stone staircases and started awkwardly greeting the guests. All seemed quite nice. But the air was not clean, it was impure, things were being hidden on the inside. Things that shouldn’t be. I wondered who was hiding them, when I was rudely pulled into a dark corner. “Let me go, what are you doing to me?” I looked up at the face of my capturer and saw a friendly grinning face. Kestn, my best friend was looking down at me with a smile that showed his teeth from every angle, and his hazel eyes gleaming in the dark through his shaggy brown hair. I thought you would like to be escorted out of this banquet of the snobs.” We both laughed, and left the castle, sneaking past the maids, servants and guards. We ran up a hill until we were sure that nobody had followed or seen us. “Thanks for the help, listen, I have to tell you something.” I told him about last night, because I told him everything, and as I brought out the white amulet, he gasped. He already knew that I was special, but not this much. We sat there talking for a long time, about what we would have to do in our lives, when I felt a strange presence take over him.
“I have something to say, but you have to be very open minded about this, okay?” I simply nodded my head, wondering what was coming to me. “Well, I was thinking why don’t you and me go look for the amulets together?” I just looked back at him, without any reaction whatsoever. That would have been a good idea, but the problem is the remaining six amulets are scattered over the 3 kingdoms by the true owner, who has long been dead, it was said that whoever sought the power and would be able to conquer it would have to find them first. “But Kestn I’m only 16 and you 17, do you think well be able to cross the rivers, swamps, hills, and mountains that separate the kingdoms?” It looked like he was thinking hard about this, and waited for several minutes before he said “Just promise me you’ll think about it okay?” Then he left without another word.
He left me to walk back to the castle by myself, and so I did, I politely nodded at some of the guests and was hoping to make it back to my room, if I hadn’t seen my father gesturing to me, to come and meet his old friend. I walked up slowly, wondering how long this was going to take. “Hello young lady, pleasure to meet you” I tried to reply politely, “the pleasure is mines sir.” He chuckled delightfully while saying “you’re everything your father said you are”, as I gave my father an accusing look, I notice the badge of the kingdom of Harmony on the other Kings chest, “How would you like to come and live at the palace of tranquility? I mean as the wife of the prince” He finished.
I just stood there, frozen, staring blankly at him, and at the words that he spoke. From my frozen mode, came a pounding rush of thoughts, my life here, the amulets, Tenma, Kestn, I could feel everyone’s eyes on me waiting for my reply, but they wouldn’t here it… I ran from the room, letting my numbness let go of me, I scampered up three flights of stairs, ran into my room, shut the door, and jumped on my bed. I don’t know how long I laid there sprawled on my mattress, but when I awoke it was dark outside. The events of the previous hours rushed back to me. Oh no…. what am I going to do, I can’t stay here anymore. My friend’s faces vividly appeared in my mind, Kestn, his offer…
I started packing immediately, everything I would need, clothes, my life savings, and I had just enough time to run into the kitchens and get some dried peppered meat, and stale bread. The main doors were locked, and my bedroom window was too high. I looked desperately out the window, thinking my plans were being abashed by something so simple when I heard someone speak in a deep voice, “Not running away little princess, are you?” That familiar voice gave a comfort, only one person called me princess in that manner when I am disappointed. I saw Kestn, all the way down there, with a rope ladder, “Are you packed princess?” I didn’t have to ask how he knew, but he always did, I saw that he also carried a bag. I climbed down and we half walked, half tippy toed our way to the stables, where two beautiful mares were waiting for us, one with a coat of whitened gold, and a mane of silver, while the other had skin the color of midnight, but with the same silver mane. There yellow eyes gleamed down at us as we took their ropes. “Wow, you thought ahead didn’t you?” I said with a smile.
“Well someone had to, seeing you took so long to figure out what you had to do, so I took the liberty of preparing our needs for the expedition. Anyways I heard what happened, and am therefore satisfied with your decision.
“Why, don’t you want me to stay home, or at least have a new one??”
“You call this place a home? You are imprisoned against your own will, without knowing it and have been made to believe that you have everything you want. But as long as you remain here, you will never know what’s waiting for you past the maids and butlers, past the afternoon tea and royal acquaintances, past the gloomy and isolated towers of this castle that you call a home. Your going to have to forget this fantasy of a home and life that you are know leaving behind and think about what’s coming towards you” he said with a last breath.
We walked in silence for a while, listening to the soft sounds of the horse’s hooves as we walk alongside them. The orchards weren’t as bright right now as they were during the day. The wind would wrap itself against us with its feather-like touch around our necks, trying to sweep us away from our direction but we kept walking. The leaves whispered in our wake, from the nearby trees, rustling against each other. Wondering who was sneaking off at this time of night. The silence of the moonlight gave me a ringing sound in my ears; I felt like I was going to have to stay like that forever, until Kestn finally spoke, “do you think what were doing id the right thing? I mean something that we won’t regret later? Because I don’t think were that prepared for what’s coming our way” I took a while to let his words sink in… what were we really doing? Running away from our homes in the middle of the night? Could this be the right thing to do? I replied in slow, soft meaningless words that didn’t seem to comfort anybody, “I guess well have to find out”. I was getting tired of walking so much and by now we were almost leaving the orchards, I could see the soft glisten of the candles of the village that was ahead of us, the mud colored houses had an eerie look to it at night, with the occasional glow of the candles. Kestn, the horses and I made our way through the village slowly, often seeing bright colored eyes in the alleyways. The cats in this village were praised for there stealthy ways and rich coats of fur. We kept on walking, trying to get through this village that seemed to be getting longer the more we walked, Kestn took a quick glance back and hurriedly looked forward again. “Izabella” he whispered, “Were being followed. Keep calm, don’t look back. Play along with me”. Panic fled through my veins but yet I felt safe with Kestn. He slowly and stealthily put his hand in his pocket and handed me a sharp bladed knife. He took out a more spear-like with strange embodiments on it. He abruptly stopped in his place and grabbed my elbow to stop me. We waited there looking at each other for about a minute when behind me someone lurched out of a large trash bin and grabbed me by the neck. Fear was beating in my heart. But Kestn didn’t move at all he just stood there and stared at the situation. “Hand me your loot, the bearded man said with his deep yet squeaky voice. Surprisingly Kestn just walked forward and the man gave him a warning of hurting me when I started to feel the air leaving my mouth. It was getting really hard to breathe with the robbers fingers clasped over my air pipes. Kestn saw my color become pale and he lowered his knife and it in to his pocked then he raised his arms throwing something very small skinny and sharp at the man. He nearly missed my head but it hit the other mans throat as he fell I fell with him. His hand released from my throat I was finally able to breathe, my heart pumping hard in fright and relieve. Kestn helped me get up. I was violently shaking now my face pearly white. Kestn held me in his arms silently until the shaking decreased, I could feel his heart pounding against my head. He let go and I thanked him, we kept on walking and at last we cleared the village. Now able to speak again I asked Kestn where he was planning to go.
“I thought we could stop at a deserted ravine for the night. But first we must find one. I’m getting tired. Who do you think sent that man after us?” He added. “I’m not sure but that frightened me. This isn’t exactly safe. Running away from a castle and going of on a journey all by ourselves. Especially at night” I said with a last breathe.
“Don’t worry princess, your not alone, well yet at least.” Laughter and relieve followed this. I remembered who I was with, my lifetime best friend.
Meanwhile back at the castle dawn was approaching. . . . . . . .
Tenma was knocking on the door to the empty bedroom. “Oh come on darling, you don’t have to leave here just yet. Talk it over with the king.” More frantic knocking came from the door but this time a deeper voice said “Annabella, I order you to come out.” Her father’s voice rang and echoed off the walls of the empty room. Then in a lower voice it said, “We don’t have a choice, break the lock.” There was a loud click and Tenma rushed into the deserted room and made a run for the fluffed up lump of a blanket only to find that nobody was under it.
“She’s gone, sir, she’s gone!!!”
“What are you talking about?”
“Sir, she’s not here, she probably left last night, but how? She’s on the third floor. Oh my poor child, she’s all alone now!”
Although the king didn’t exactly love his daughter the way a father should, if he didn’t take immediate action his daughter would be found and held for ransom, or the citizens would think this wasn’t a righteous king. So the king ordered his team of members to inform the villagers of the kingdom would get a 30,000 glone {unit of money used in the kingdom, 1 glone =7 dollars} reward. A frantic search was taking place…
Meanwhile…
“How much farther do we have to ride?” I asked Kestn in a very whiny voice, as if I was being dragged into doing this. “I told you Izabella, you have to be patient we’ll stop in the next village”, he answered me as if he was talking to a frustrated 4-year-old. “Hand me the map” he added. I bent over the side of my horse, and started rummaging around in one of the pockets of the saddle until I felt parchment. I straightened up and handed the map to Kestn. He took it from me and opened it and used the horses’ neck to support it. He looked up and saw that I was staring at him because he had a weary look in his hazel eyes which glowed green in the warm sun. “What’s the matter?” I asked. But he didn’t answer. He just looked ahead, as if in deep concentration. Moments went on in silence as I stared quizzically stared ahead. Finally a sigh from Kestn broke the silence. “There’s a problem” he said heavily. I looked at him with innocent eyes wondering what I’ve done. “Annabella, I think the villages might be informed, to look for you.” He finished. “Why would you think that?” I asked sweetly. “Well, incase your daydreams haven’t also made you blind, look around, your picture is hung up everywhere. We’re going to have to go around the village this may take the whole night” He finished. “Oh, fine” I said sheepishly while my upper cheeks began to turn into a rosy pink.
So that’s what we did, we rode the horses as silently as possible around the village in the warm late summer night. It took much longer than I anticipated but I did not complain and neither did Kestn. I longed for the protection of a roof over my head and having a lantern blazing warmly on my studying desk and writing. But I would rather be taking this trip with Kestn any day than having to marry that worthless stupid prince as my husband.
Chapter 3
A sharp pain hit my elbow. “Oh just 10 more minutes Tenma.” I mumbled. “Well honey its getting late, and you know your going to be late for your studies.” Said a mimicked voice. I quickly sat up and looked around not to find myself lying on my warm comfortable mattress but on the cold, rough dirt floor. Looking around a little more, through the entrance of the dome-like cave I saw Kestn on his horse with a small bag over his shoulder, sniggering. I fell back on my backside hard and closed my eyes. I thought the events of the past few days were a dream. I heard a shuffle as Kestn came down from the horse and stood near where my hands laid spread out. “Kestn?”
“Annabella” he replied.
“I’m hungry.”
“Really now, Annabella? You didn’t to seem have realized it but you’re a heavy sleep walker. And if I wasn’t standing guard outside you would have fallen off into the gorge below us. Oh, and I forgot to mention, I was wondering how much food could a girl fill in her stomach without realizing she’s finished our whole food supply that was supposed to last us for another week?”
My tummy grumbled and we both fell to the ground laughing, week-kneed and breathless. “But Kestn I’m hungry” I said when I finally caught my breath after several painful minutes. “Well since you finished all that was left, I decided to go and look for something. I found more than I bargained for Izabella. I found some scarlet berries on a rather big thorny bush.”
“You know Kestn I can pick berries, too, it’s a common talent” I said.
“Its what I found when I reached in rather deep, a hard stone wall, ever seen one behind a poison berry bush?” he finished exaggerated as I threw the berries to the ground that I was slowly taking to my mouth. “So what’s so special about a stone wall?” I said as I got up again and clapped my hands together to remove the dust. “well its more the rough wooden door more than the stone wall. Do you know what that means?” He finished.
“That we can find a beaver with really strong teeth that doesn’t like the water?” I grimaced. “Now really, Annabella, think. You can’t be this slow. Somebody must know that no one would go picking poison berries, so that would be a good place to hide something. You know what that thing is?” he said with more anticipation than before. He smiled as understanding slowly dawned on my face.
“Are you sure its here Kestn?” I asked minutes later as we walked together to the place he found the berries. “The last time I’m going to say it I Annabella, it’s underneath a steep cliff and believe me you’ll notice it once were there.
And so I did. I was bewildered. There was a brown muddy cliff with rocks that came out occasionally out of it, and it slowly turned into smooth gray rock. And a little below the rock was a magnificent bush of bright red berries each round with a minuscule yellow dot on them hung on stems of truest dark green. It looked like Christmas. Then I noticed the gleaming thorns each about one and a half inches glowing in a rusty golden color. It looked like nature gone wild. It went in pretty deep and I sat down in the dust in front of the bush, trying to breathe in the sight in front of me. Kestn just stood there knowing what I was trying to do and leaned against the wall next to me. I was analyzing the sight, and at the same time felt like I was being analyzed, and as I looked to the left I saw Kestn with a hard concentrating look on his face that made me slightly blush as he revealed a small smile in return. I went back to concentrating on the bush. I closed my pale gray oval eyes, and moved the slightly curled black hair out of my snow white skin and let it drop onto my back.
I breathed in deeply taking in my surroundings. The surroundings which started slowly to fade. And I felt my spirit leave my body back on the ground and it took a glance at Kestn still standing there with one foot set against the rock behind him, and then at myself breathing slightly through my small nose. I looked forward and went towards the bush, with out the thorns harming me I pushed them away and Kestn noticed as he let out a small gasp of awe. They moved out of my way making rustling noises at the most faint touch of my fingers. The door emerged. It was made of rough wood bark. I went forward and slightly touched it but it didn’t open. I gave it an encouraging push but with no result. I concentrated harder, my mind set, and gave a forceful nudge but nothing happened. I realized this would take more than command. I centered my energy and mind equally on the door and heard a little crack as I felt my energy and power seep through my skin and leaving me helpless……..
“Annabella! Anna! Are you alright? Get up, you did it! The door has opened, get up” I heard Kestn’s voice ringing rather far away. When I didn’t answer, I heard some faint mumblings from his mouth in a language I didn’t recognize as I was slowly lifted from the comfortable darkness into the dazzling sunlight and to find myself half sitting up in his arms. I looked up and saw his eyes glowing in enjoyment. So I got up and weakly looked towards the rose bush, the amulet hadn’t come out; I was completely drained of energy just with the opening of the door.
I got up with Kestn’s help and brushed the dust off myself. Together we walked through the door that was only four feet high and 2 feet wide. It was a tight cram with both of us in the 4 by 3 room. I looked around but nothing was here. Kestn tried moving around a bit because he came in after me and he accidentally shut the door with his back turned to it. He stopped shuffling, and we both listened and a horrible feeling quenched my insides; we were moving, I fell to the ground while Kestn just stood as if nothing was going on. And just as suddenly as it started the movement stopped. I grabbed Kestn’s arm tightly, as I used it for support to stand back up digging my fingernails in with fright. I gained my balance, and just as I did a gaping hole appeared in the middle, making Kestn and I lean as hard as possible against the walls. I just stood there paralyzed by the suddenness of the changes while Kestn bravely stopped leaning against the dirt walls and peered into the hole. “It’s a tube. It looks like a slide, are you ready?”
“Huh? What are you talking about? What do you mean?” I gasped out, in one breath. “Oh Annabella you know what I mean. For this.” And with out another word he just jumped in to the gaping hole, leaving me, and then as if his stupid act gave me strength, without hesitation I followed.
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At the same time, back at the castle training grounds stood captain Kruner, Looking down at his cadets, with cold black lifeless eyes that gleamed hungrily. He abruptly barked out in a harsh violent voice. “You know what to do, You have a mission to find the princess before anyone else does. You report to me and only to me. ” He paused to lick his vein lined lips. Then continued “You will be separated into comand groups, each of you assigned with a different location, you bring the princess back alive, as for her companion either way would make no difference. You will be in disguise, no one is to know of your true identities, understood?!!”
“Sir, yes Sir” answered the crowd of 300 men.
“Dissmissed!”, shouted captain Kruner, as he walked out of the training grounds. There, waiting at the door that leads to the castle grounds was King Garthus the first, mearly nodding as Captain Kruner came up to him to give details on the plans. They ajourned to the banquet hall, met there by Prince Garthus the second. There they sat at a smaller table and started discussing the matters of Princess Isabella.
“She’s not alone, we know that for sure” started Captain Kruner.
“How can you be so sure of that?” Rebudled Prince Garthus.
“Well two horses were taken out of the stables, and the thieves in disguise i sent said she was seen with a male at the time of the attack, but the other one didn’t come back alive, it seems Princess Annabaella has a guard with her.”
“Is that a good thing?”
“It depends on the strength and willingness of the two.”
“Well we know that they’re not going to be willing to come back here” said King Garthus, speaking for the first time, “They specifacally ran away because of the fact that we were going to give Annabella away, I shouldn’t have been so thoughtless as to tell Isabella right then, this marriage is crucial so that the Kingdom of Harmony could keep care of our grounds as we try to overthrow the Kingdom of Tranquility. Our plans will have to be postponed.”
All three men got up and were heading to the exits when a little girl came in, looking red in the face as she handed the King a telegram, and scurried back out. The king looked down at the envelope in his hand, his old yet handsome features screwed up in a scowl. He slowly put his rough hands to the corner of the envelope and started opening it, as he did a round coin fell to the floor. The King didn’t mind the coin at first, he just read the letter that was written in an elegant handwriting, It said :

Greetings to the current king,
I have sent this message so you will have been informed that Prinicess Annabella is being taken care of. You should not be worried or care for her whereabouits. It will be considered wise if you don’t send anyone after her, for i garuntee you they will not be returning. This journey is one that should be embarked on without outside help. Let it happen, you won’t be able to stop it.
-S.H.K.
{P.S. I think you will remember the uses of the coin.}

The King let out a heavy sigh, but not one of defeat, he picked the coin up and closely examined it. It was as big as the palm of a toddlers hand, a rustic gold color with a picture of a diamond in the middle. Two circles were around it, and in between them were strange symbols, a kind of writing in an unrecognized language. The king silently put both into his pockets and proceeded down the steps leading from the exit. The other two followed, without asking questions.
“Send the soldiers out by evening” King Garthus told Captain Kruner in a heavy voice.
Chapter 4
I was sliding down a narrow tube, smooth cold stone under me, and the dark figure of Kestn ahead of me. I felt blank as i heard Kestn land with a thump and soon after him was me on the gronud. I stood up and noticed that the ground was the same cold stone of the tube. Looking around, I saw that the walls were high and rough, i couldn’t see the cieling though. There were three passage ways out of the hall, I looked uncertainly up at Kestn who was observing our surroundings. He silently gestured to the three passages and and said in a hollow voice “Your choice?”
I moved forward toward the one nearest me, the left one. Kestn was following me and as I was about to step through it, he pulled me back, and kicked some rocks into it. After a couple seconds we heard the rocks land.
“Well, that went well. You choose next.” I said.
Kestn went towards the one in the middle and walked in, i followed hesitantly. It seemed as if he knew what he was doing. “Keep quiet Annabella.”
And so i did, everything was pitch black, I had no idea how Kestn could see where he was going.
“Kestn…” I said in a whisper, he quickly hushed me. I could feel him turn around and face me. He came close enough for me to hear his light, quick breathing. I felt my stomach tighten. He took his hands up to my face and put his fingers over my eyes and brushing my cheek as he turned around once again. That was strange because whatever kestn did, now i could see clearly but in a dark turqoise light. There were tall pillars of a lighter turqoise on eiher sides, walls weren’t visible. This seemed to stretch on for quite a bit. So we silenltly continued down our path. Kestn was ahead of me, and after several minutes of walking, he slowed down a bit as we saw the end, It was a wall. A blank wall. But in the center chained to it was a figure of a girl around my age, with her face down and her hair covering it. Her dress was tattered. I stood back, but Kestn moved forward and whispered breathlessly “Ilana”. Kestn moved closer still, in arms reach of her. I’ve never seen this side of Kestn before. There was so much i didn’t know about him, and i started to get uncomfortable.
I moved a little bit to the side for a better view, Kestn was reaching his hand up to her face, Ilana did he say? His fingers rested on her slupmed chin and he rasied it. I could see a sallaw face, dark clear skin, and her wavy auburn hair seemed to fall to her waist. Kestn was giving her a hard gaze, I dont know if the turqoise shade of everything was deceiving my sight or if his eyes glowed for a moment, but abruptly the chains let go and she fell forward on to him. Kestn caught her and gently let her down to the ground. He looked to the corner in which i have slowly backed away to, and said “Come here Annabella, she needs help.”, in a deeper voice than was usually his.
I slowly started walking towards them and kneeled at his side. He was holding both of her hands in his. I tied my hair back as some of it fell onto my face, and opened my bag to take out a round container with water in it. Kestn helped her sit down, even though she was unconcious. I brought the water up to her mouth and i slowly tipped some in, she swallowed and started stirring as i backed away. She let out a barley audiable gasp and sat up. Her eyes surprised me. They were dark green with yellow encrusted in it. She was enchanting. She looked around at me and Kestn, and putting one of her slender arms on Kestn’s shoulder and started to stand. I quickly went to her aid, and helped her up. She stood and I looked up at her, because she was slightly taller than me she was lookindg down. I handed her some more water and she drank, Kestn watching us. He started walking towards the exit and I stayed back to help the girl. So slowly we half limped towards were we came in, as we reached our original entrance we came back into the gray room and my sight came back to normal. Ilana sat down on the edge of the tube. I looked questioningly at Kestn.
He simply stated ” She can help us, she’s a friend.” I have full trust in Kestn so I accepted it. We waited around for a couple of minutes while nothing happened. I kept my distance from Ilana. She sighed, looked up at me, and back to Kestn as she said “Who is she?”
I was utterly bewildered. Her voice was like a sorrowful ballad, but i couldn’t understand what she said. She was’nt speaking in English.
“You speak her tongue, too?” She added, as i hestantly looked at Kestn.
He replied in the same language, “I needed her to get to you, she isn’t useless, she opened the door. Her name is Annabella and she will be joining us on our journey.”
“Kes…Kestn?” I said hestantly as i saw a look of forboding on Ilana’s face. I didn’t exactly like her yet, I agree she was intimidating.
“Annabella, this is Ilana, you too should be properly introduced. We will be looking for the amulets together.” he said. I walked up to Ilana and shook her hand as she kept her dark golden look on me. It was all very awkward. She seemed weak and tired, but i sensed an aura of determined strength around her. She got up and walked towards Kestn, and said in that starnge yet familiar language to Kestn, “Good choice if she’s the one that got the door opened. I can feel her power, it’s hidden in her emotions. The amulet is this way.” She said as she headed towards the last passage.
Kestn translated by saying “The amulet is through there. She’ll get it herself, just wait here with me.”
It was the first time me and Kestn were alone since i’ve met Ilana. A million questions were running through my mind but i couldn’t catch any of them. So I just burst out “Kestn what’s happening? Who is she? What language is that? How do you know whats going on?!”
He came towards me, looked me in my eyes and said in one breath “She’s an old friend and she can help us find the amulets, she’s not from around here. You can trust her”
I didn’t know what was going on. I guess I felt hurt that i didn’t know about these things, and taken aback with this sudden presense of Ilana. While waiting for her to come back, Kestn explained that the middle passage way was a trap for others seeking the amulets, and Ilana got caught up when she fell for it. About an hour later Ilana came back holding something covered in a dark cloth, and as she came into the hall we were in, she sat in the middle of the foor, and pulled out from an inner pocket another cloth. I came closer, and as she opened the dark cloth a glowing came and when She pulled the cloth completely off, out came another amulet. But not white like the one i had tied around my neck. This one was a deep blue. It looked as if you were looking into the depth of the ocean. Then Ilana unraveled the other lumpy cloth and an amulet of rich brown appeared, and the glowing increased as they were set next to eachother.
Ilana told Kestn something, and then Kestn told me to bring my amulet out. I was uncomfortable with revieling it so I didn’t take it off. I just let it hang around my neck and as it faintly glowed Ilana stood up and came close to me and held it in her hands, her mistyfing eyes wide.
“The white amulet. The amulet of guidance. How did she get it! This one looks for the owner, it can’t be found by anyone.” She breathed over her shoulder at Kestn.
“May it be better she learn what it does and it’s powers by herself.” Kestn answered.
I still didn’t understand the graceful way they would talk to eachother, and by this point it was getting exagerating. Interuppting my thoughts, Kestn said, “Well there’s four left then.”
This fact struck me as odd, already three were with us.How hard could it be to find the rest? We were going to find out.
Chapter 5

Amiee asked:


Dreamer

We had been friends for as long as I could remember. We used to sit for hours never uttering a single word. Just thinking. Thinking thoughts to each other ,words even each believing that the other could understand and reply through there thoughts.
Molly and I were both the same age at this time (12) we lived in LA right next door to each other in fact. We shared all the same hobbies and also the same dreams to one day grow up to be a successful photographer. Every night after school we would meet at our secret hide out in the woods with our cameras. We had planned to build up or portfolios until we reached the age of 15 then we would approach wedding planners and offer our services to them.
When the morning of Monday 14th of July 2005 came around all of that could have changed in an instant for me. I woke as usual for school but for some reason that day seemed different to me for some reason but a carried on as normal. As I walked down the cold stainless steel spiral stairs I noticed that my fathers coffee cup was not by the door like it normally is but I just figured that he must have been running late that morning so took it with him instead (oh how I wish my theory was correct) so I headed on to the kitchen only to find the coffee cup still next to the kettle and Mother lying in a heap on the ground. She looked a mess. She was crying and mumbling something I could’t quite make out what she was trying to say. As I got closer I could (if I concentrated hard) make out what she was saying. “Hannah I’m sorry, I’m really really sorry” at first I didn’t have a clue why she was saying this but soon it hit me. He had gone. Father had left. Mother sat up so I hugged her harder at this point I noticed a little plastic stick in the garbage bin. I didn’t want to say anything not yet but it just came out “mother what is that” I asked. She glanced at it quickly then glared at me and cried some more and whispered “I’m… I’m, I’m pregnant. WHAT! I screeched. She backed of slowly and cowered in a corner and I noticed bruising on her arms. Did father do that to you? I asked she looked at me and nodded slowly then stood up and walked away. I wanted to follow her but my feet just wouldn’t let me. I realise now that it was properly for the best but it didn’t seem that way at the time. I felt lost, lonely and helpless.
I didn’t go to school that day. Or the week that followed. It didn’t feel important to me. I just had to make sure that Mother was ok, but by now seemed to be coping a bit better and wanted me to go back to school. I was reluctant to go back at first. I knew that I would have to explain a lot to people and I still felt that I would be explaining things I didn’t quite understand my self. All the same I when back just the make Mother happy.
So the next morning I woke up at 6am and walked down the cold stainless steel spiral stairs. Thoughts rushed into my head of the last time I got up for school and finding Mother on the kitchen floor. The coffee cup still in its place. I wished I could turn back the time. Just far enough to stop Father from leaving. As I turned the silver handle on the kitchen door I could hear music. I hadn’t heard music since it all happened. I could smell the breakfast Mother was cooking us stronger than ever before.

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thats as far as i have got so far and i was just wondering if it was any good and weather i should continue with it
can you rate it 1-10 10 being lowest 1 being highest

and also say why

Kristen asked:


I always have ideas about things to write about in my head, and I really enjoy writing..but trying to sit down and sort it all out in a formatted way has always been difficult for me.
But does this intro sound at all interesting?

Nicole Baker had always loved plane rides. The smell of the stuffy cabin, the gentle rumblings of turbulence, and seeing shapes in clouds as the aircraft zoomed to some exciting destination or another always kept her interested.
This trip, however, was marred by the fact that for one, she was stuck next to a thin, dark haired, middle aged man who would not surprise her if he told her he was a vampire and was curled up in his seat with the window tightly shut and a blanket over his head. For another, she didn’t even want to go to the place where her and her family was headed. She would have been perfectly content if they had left her at home with her friends who were all getting ready to go on a senior road trip to southern California before everyone parted ways for college at the end of summer. Of course, she would be the only one not going with, and instead was headed to rainy Seattle for her brother’s wedding.
Nicole had no personal vendetta against weddings; it was more the issue of who was to be the bride. Truth be told, she did not like her brother’s fiancée, 25-year-old Carlie Woods, whom everyone else had deemed charming and perfect. To Nicole, she just seemed like quite a good actress.
Her brother, Garrett, and she had never really been close when he had lived at home given the almost 8-year age difference, but recently they had begun to e-mail, text, and talk on the phone and share with each other thoughts, problems, and goals. This sudden closeness had brought on an irrational feeling of protectiveness in Nicole, despite the fact that she was Garrett’s 8-year-younger little sister. Because of this urge to protect her brother, doubts of her soon to be sister-in-law had increased greatly. She did not want this wedding to even happen (not with bridezilla, in any case).
Add in the fact that her dad and his new family were going to be there along with a bunch of Carlie’s relatives whom Nicole had never met, disliked on principle, and would have to spend the next two weeks with, she briefly considered running into the cockpit and forcing the pilots to turn the plane around.
“Ma’am?”
Nicole started, coming out of her reverie. A generic blond flight attendant was leaning toward her, a piece of paper in her hand.
“I was told to give this to you…” Nicole was handed a folded piece of paper that looked like it might have been torn from a day planner.
“Thanks,” Nicole replied, curious.
The man-who-might-be-a-vampire peeked his head out from under his blanket and ordered a Bloody Mary. The flight attendant confirmed, flashed the two of them a smile that was obviously practiced and forced, and walked back down the aisle. The man turned toward the closed window, gave it a look of deepest loathing, and retreated back into the blanket.
Nicole unfolded the paper and looked at the hastily scrawled sentence, which said: How you doin’ up there, honey? Nicole stared at it for a moment, then, being very careful not to roll her eyes, turned around in her seat and looked on the other side of the small plane, six rows back. Her mother, Anne, and her stepdad, Jim, were waving furiously at her and laughing silently. Nicole tried to smile back, managed a sort of grimace, and quickly turned back around.
She wasn’t sure if her mom wanted her to actually write back or not, but either way she wasn’t going to. She crumpled the piece of paper and stuffed it into the pouch on the back of the seat in front of her.
Nicole hadn’t thought there was anyone more goofy, childish, and clumsy than her mother until she had met Jim. They were quite the match; that was for sure. Pair the two of them with her serious, grim-faced father and his new power hungry wife for two weeks, and Nicole couldn’t see any good that could come out of it. She was amazed, as she often was, that her real parents had actually stayed together for 9 years. They had divorced when Nicole was just a baby, so she had never gotten to witness what they were like together.
Sighing, Nicole plucked her iPod from her carry-on bag and leaned back in her chair. She put on the most calming music she had and closed her eyes. She could at least enjoy an hour or two of peace before the mayhem began.
Thanks for the tips

And no…this story is not at all about vampires. It was just a silly detail about the plane ride, ha.
And her brother is supposed to already live up in Seattle..they are just going to visit for the wedding. Maybe I should make that more clear in the intro?

nemo nemous_ asked:


I have an agenda/planner type idea I would like to make in to a reality. My friends have said the idea is very good and they would see themselves use it. And although it is very simple, it helps to keep track of one’s hour by hour activity. It’s like a planner/agenda, but redone for people who are more “visual” and really like to “see” what they have to do for the day. (This is as much information I would like to share on Y!A about my idea lol)

Okay. Let’s say that my idea is really good..Where do I go from here? Should I send a copy of my prototype to Google (Calendar), Barnes and Noble (as my friend suggested), Staples, Borders etc.?

But how does that really work?

Will I have to copyright my work before “emailing” them?

Or would I need an agent? How would I email someone my idea in the first place? Is there a specific email address I should use? I have no idea on how to go about “selling” my idea to people.

I would appreciate any help!

avery♥ asked:


I know, it’s long..read if you really want to help me:)

A Twisted Tale of the Truth

There once was a man, his name was Jodeen. Jodeen was, as all of us, a kid. But, unlike most of us, his childhood was twisted, and eventually he turned out to be a very insane man. This is his story.

Jodeen Kale Hill was born on the eve of January 12th, 1943. His parents were, Sharly and Raymond Hill. The troubling life of Jodeen began the day after he was born, when he arrived at his home in Liverpool, Maryland. Sharly and Raymond were local thieves of the town. The scary part is, they always wore a costume until they robbed places. So, like everyone else in the city, they went to a nearby church, both worked at the grocery store, and lived in a nice neighborhood. No one once suspected Mr. and Mrs. Hill to be the thieves. Life like this went on until one night, when Jodeen was 4, after a bank robbery, Sharly stated to her husband, that she was bored of robbing banks. She had been doing so, since she was a child, and wanted a more thrilling experience, like when she started to rob. Her husband agreed, and the next week, the couple started their journey as serial killers. The first of the victims was Carry Maureson, a 32-year-old waitress, who had just given birth to her 4th child the month before.

Sharly was the planner, and Raymond committed the dirty crime. On June 23rd, 1947, the couple went out to eat at the restaurant, Millie’s, where Carry worked. After ordering, they told Carry that she had won a prize from the local bank, It was a check for 200 dollars. They just asked that Carry come back to their place. So, after waiting until Carry’s shift was done, they went back to the Hill’s. Jodeen was asked to leave the room, but being a 4 year old, Jodeen was curious. He left his door open, and watched as Carry was brutally murdered by approximately 45 stabs. As Jodeen watched this, he then learned how evil his parents really were, and he knew right then, this wasn’t the first of the murders. Once Jodeen was 14 years old, he had seen over 100 murders, and had done nothing about it. He knew he had to. One night, the parents had brought another victim over, and Jodeen, once again was told to go to his room. But, unknown to the parents, Jodeen had set up a trap. The police were hiding in Jodeen’s bedroom with him. Once the gruesome fight began, the police were there to rescue 27 year old, Joanne from being murdered. The couple was then taken to the station, where, no trial had to be taken, there was enough evidence. Mr. and Mrs. Hill got what they deserved, the death sentence. Unfortunately, Jodeen was troubled, and that was just the beginning for him.

He, too, became a cold-blooded serial killer. But, unlike his mother, it took Jodeen time and more experience to become a serial killer. He was 15 when he started hanging out with the wrong crowd, and was stealing. It took him until he was 19 with 3 children, whom he never saw and an idea. The first to go was Twyla Kiore. Twyla was 23 and broke. One January 27th, she was shot 13 times to death, but wasn’t found until the next week, there was no evidence, and nobody could pinpoint one person. This went on and on until Jodeen finally decided enough was enough. He killed his last victim, knowing it was his last, went to the police, told them his whole story, and he was sentenced to be insane. Jodeen lived in an asylum for 24 years. It wasn’t a peaceful life, but he knew it was better than murdering the whole city. Jodeen killed the man who brought him food on a Saturday morning, as he was bringing him breakfast. Not a minute later, the head of the asylum came by, and found two dead bodies. Jodeen Hill, and the man who brought him food everyday. Jodeen had committed suicide.

Research done on Jodeen and his past proved that between him and his parents, there were 263 deaths unknown to the killer, until now. Those spirits of the dead never forgave themselves for listening to such a deadly hoax. There is now a foundation that prevents people from falling for prize money contests. To help with this organization made from the families of the victims of the Hill family, please call ***-***-****. Thank you for all your help.

Its not real….I made it up after watching a marathon of Cold Case Files…..what do you think??
oops, i messed up in the 4th paragraph, i meant, unlike his mother, it didn’t take him long to become a serial-killer
thanks…*sarcastic smile*

b–itch

Narcissa Malfoy asked:


FIC-

Chapter One: Lily’s Spell
Two kids stood at the entrance to the great hall of Hogwarts school of magic arguing.
“Potter can’t you just leave me alone?” The redheaded girl shrieked.
“Oh come on Evans give it a chance.” The Black-haired boy complained.
“No James!” She yelled. All the kids walking by were laughing at James Potter. Who was a little full of himself. And they never thought he’d be rejected, cause of his popularity and arrogance.
“What’s wrong Prongs? Can’t get the girl?” another dark-haired boy asked.
“Oh shut-up Sirius.” Hissed James.
“Lily give James a chance.” Said Sirius.
“Oh you got to be kidding me. James this is the best you can do?” Questioned Lily.
“No worries you might fall for me sometime.” James said under his breath.
“In your dreams Potter.” Lily snarled.
She walked into the great hall and looked around. The great hall had floating candles and the enchanted ceiling was the exact same as the crystal blue sky. Everyone’s voices clashed together making nothing but noise in the hall.
Lily sighed and walked to the Griffiyndor table and sat down beside her friend Michelle Transland. Michelle had black hair that came to her shoulders and piercing blue eyes.
Her complexion was extremely pale due to being the child of a vampire and human.
“Hey Michelle.” Greeted Lily. Lily reached toward some toast and pumpkin juice.
“Hi Lily.” Michelle said in between bites of breakfast ham.
“Hey Lily look it’s Snivelus.” A boy beside Lily teased. As a black scraggly haired boy walked toward the Slytherin table.
“Oh shut-up Peter.” Snapped Lily. She was referring to Peter Pettigrew who was friends with James Potter, Remus Lupin, and Sirius Black.
“Ha, ha, ha, ha.” Peter laughed and Lily stabbed her toast with a fork.
“Chill Lily it’s fine Potter’s gang is jerks and you know it.” Michelle reassured.
Lily made an angered face and ate her breakfast heatedly.
“Hey Lily,” a familiar voice called to her.
“Oh hi Remus.” She growled.
“Wow, you’re a little…”
“Quite it or else Remus.” Warned Lily.
“Fine,” He said walking toward the end of the Griffiyndor table.
“Lily chill now.” Michelle retorted.
“See you in potions class.” Lily said, slamming her fork down and storming out of the hall.
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“Okay homework for tonight is to work on transfiguring your object you were given to a rose with thorns and red or white petals. Due next Monday.” Professor McGonagall instructed her class.
Lily scribbled down her homework in her planner. She finished right as the bell rang.
“Lily!” James’s voice called to her.
“Leave me alone you arrogant idiot!” Lily hollered.
She started for the dungeons for Potions class as fast as she could.
“Lily!” a different voice cried.
Lily turned around to see Severus Snape catching up with her.
“You run way too fast.” He criticized.
“Yeah sure whatever.” Lily hissed. He looked at Lily inquiringly but she ran down the rest of the old stairs and into the classroom.
Severus followed her.
Lily took a seat beside her other friend Samanthia Grengwall.
Samanthia had Silvery blonde hair and brilliant topaz eyes. Her skin was tan like but olive toned.
Her hair laid in elegant curls at her shoulders. Her eye make-up was light green and she had on lip-gloss that made her lips shine. Snape sat down beside Lucius Malfoy another Slytherin boy. Lucius’s hair was snow blonde and shoulder length. He had hazel eyes that had always creeped Lily out.
“Good morning class!” A man named Professor Horace Slughorn addressed his class.
“Good morning.” The class grumbled groggily.
“What?” he asked brilliantly.
“Good morning Professor Slughorn…” The class said louder.
“Better.” He said.
“Today we are going to learn the rights and wrongs of Potions. So get out your books please and turn to page five-hundred fifty-three,” Instructed the Professor.
Lily pulled out her new Potions book and opened the book up. She glanced up through her Brilliant red hair up at Severus and saw him trying to open his book carefully so it wouldn’t break. He came from a poor family and they could only afford a fifty-year-old hand-me-down.
His face was one of utter disgust at the book. Suddenly Lucius let out a yell of fear and Snape looked at Lucius to see a spider on Lucius’s nose. Lily noticed it was a super-poisonous spider, which was probably the only reason Malfoy screamed.
“Ah!” Lucius yelled.
Severus scooted his chair back just in time right as Professor Slughorn screamed,
“Avada Kedavra!”
Everyone froze as the words flew from his mouth.
The spider fell onto the dark table Snape and Malfoy were sitting at dead.
Lily’s breathing was fast just like everyone else’s. She sighed and her breathing relaxed.
“Okay so everyone on page five-hundred fifty-three?” Slughorn asked, as if he didn’t kill the spider.
Lily looked down at her page and saw a list of banned po
im SOOOO sorry it decided to take away half of it left! but anyway who was the headmaster whe lily went? who were the teachers? give me some spell snape and james used?