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Month: January 2018

The Death Cure

FINALLY! The Death Cure Movie is out! I will not spoil it for others who haven’t read the book or seen the movie. But honestly it is not much like the book. If you haven’t read the Maze Runner series by James Dashner, pleeeeeeeeeeease do! If you like books with adventure and so, then this book might be the next one on your reading list. My favorite character was either Newt or Minho or both…maybe leaning a bit to Newt. Post in the comments who your favorite character is and why. For me it might be Newt because of his sense of humor and his accent in the movies. Remember W.C.K.D Is Good.

 

 

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Grishaverse

Let me start of asking if anyone has ever read the Shadow and Bone series by Leigh Bardugo. No? Well if you haven’t and are a fan of all things magical and mystical, let me highly suggest it to you. And to those of you who have read it, guess what kind of Grisha I am,

Quiz

Which Grisha Order Are You In?

You Got: Alkemi

You’re an Alkemi. Alkemi are members of the Materialki, the Order of Fabrikators. Alkemi specialize in creating poisons and blasting powders. They became increasingly vital to the military due to the influence of Nikolai Lantsov.

 

If I were in the world of the Grisha, I would get to blow stuff up, awesome, right?

Now your turn. Go to http://www.grishaverse.com/grisha-order-quiz/   and find out what Grisha you would be, then post it in the comments!

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Writing Prompt

Set a short story in the year 2085, try to create a vivid description so people can imagine what it would like to live in that year. Write and then post it in the comments!

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The Family Reunion

“PANDORA!” Yelled my mom, even though I was 5 feet away from her.

“Yes mom?” I asked, watching her frantically try to clean our house. I heard a loud clatter and then something hitting the floor.

“Mom, did you know we have roaches in the garage?” Asked my brother, Alex.

“Yes, which is why I sent you outside with the Roach poison.” She sighed and then turned to me, “Could you please check on Leah? I asked her to rearrange her dolls so she stays out of our way. But, she has been awfully quiet.” I nodded and ran up the stairs.

“Leah!” I called my 2 year old sister, but she didn’t answer. I opened the door and couldn’t believe my eyes. There was paint everywhere, however most of it was either on Leah herself or on the walls.

“Mom!” I called, the panic noticeable in my voice.

“Pwetty!” Said Leah, laughing and clapping her hands together. I could hear my mom approaching me, but for some reason I couldn’t move my eyes from Leah’s colorful, paint-splattered room.

“Oh my god.” My mom said quietly, we stood there, just staring for a couple of minutes. Then my mom snapped out of it.

“Leah! What did you do?” She asked and shoved me out of the way, heading towards Leah.

“She probably found the finger paint box and opened it. Hey, but at least we don’t have to paint her room.” I said and my mom shot me the look that said you better be quiet and help me.

“What do we do? The family reunion is starting at 6 and its 5:45. “She said, grabbed a towel, and picked Leah up with the towel.

“Give Leah a bath and tape a sign that says Warning Do Not Enter on the door?” I joked.

“Okay, you put the sign on the door and I’m going to go give Leah a bath.” My mom said, and walked out of the room with Leah.

“Wait, what?” Did she actually mean it? There is no way she was joking, she takes family reunion very seriously. After 10 minutes I had put the sign up, Leah didn’t have any more paint on her, and Alex had finished with the Roach killing. I went upstairs and decided to relax a little on my bed. My cousin Emma was supposed to come and I couldn’t wait to see her again. We last saw each other when we were 9 and we are now 16. Two minutes later the doorbell rang, I jumped up, straightened my Blue and gold dress, and zoomed downstairs. Alex opened the door and let everyone in. My two Aunts and Uncles, Grandparents, and my four cousins, including Emma. Emma had a red dress. She had changed since the last time we saw each other. She was way taller and had curled black hair, with bangs.

“Hey Emma!” I said and walked towards her.

“Hi?” She asked.

“Do you remember me? I’m Pandora. We used to play together when we were kids.” I said

“No, sorry.” She said annoyance in her voice. I couldn’t believe it, when we were kids we did almost everything together.

“We used to ride our bikes into the woods and to the little lake hidden by the trees.” I said, desperately wanting her to remember.

“Look, I don’t care. If we were ever friends then it must have been a very long time ago. I probably don’t remember you for a good reason.” Emma said, “Also, hang this up for me, will you?” She threw her coat at me and then smirked. This was not like the Emma I remembered.

“Did you want to ask something else? Or did you just not hear me? Go hang up my coat.” Those last words sounded like they could stab someone.

“I’ll go.” I said and my shoulders slumped. After hanging up her coat, I told my mom that I was going to head to the treehouse. She immediately realized what happened and sent me up with a plate of cookies and milk. The treehouse was kind of like my second room, I usually spend most of my time up here hanging out with friends. After lifting up the rope ladder, I lifted the cookies and milk that were in a bucket. I sat there for a half hour, absentmindedly chewing on the cookies.

“Pandora!” Where was that coming from?

“PandORA!!” I looked out the window but there was no one there.

“PANDORA, GET UP!!!” I woke up with a start. There was someone with straight black hair and brown eyes staring at me.

“Well, its about time!” She said,  “I haven’t seen you in forever Panda!” I rubbed my eyes, was it all a dream?

“Emma?” I asked and she rolled her eyes.

“No,” she started sarcastically, “yes it’s me!” We hugged and talked the whole night, reliving all those happy memories. I can’t believe I thought Emma could actually be as mean as the girl in the dream. But you never know, people change.

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The Letter

Dear Rebecca Auzoux,

You don’t know me. And I have never met you. But there is something very important that I have to tell you. I must be very quick, who knows when it will come for me. I need you to know, that your family loved you, that they never meant for you to be alone. I am writing this from deep inside the maze that your parents called home, before you go on your journey, you must pass through here and collect three objects. A book, more specifically, your mother’s diary, it will teach you how to defeat the Soul Wolf. The second object is a bracelet, which was your father’s, it has old Norse writing on it, it is the real name of the Soul Wolf. When you have the Soul Wolf’s name, you can trap it’s true form. And the last thing is my book, it says Elizabeth Auzoux, It will give you the power to set you free of your curse. Hopefully you will fulfill your destiny since I could not, the Soul Wolf is close to my hiding spot. There is no hope for me, the curse has lead the Wolf towards me. But there is one last thing I have to tell you…I love you my dear sister. We all loved you, and never stopped loving you. Not even after the curse and the Wolf took us. 

Elizabeth Auzoux

 

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The Phone Call

“Oh stop your yammering!” Yelled my blonde friend Gracie as I slid out of the car, making a noise like a disgruntled bear. We we’re in the middle of a lone street, but there was a creepy gas station in the distance. Gracie had forgotten to check if we had enough gas, and so there we were. 

“It’s your fault!” I accused, “why don’t you go buy a can of gas?” I was halfway out of the car, hoping that Gracie would be a kind person and change her mind. 

“Yeah right, I won the game of rock, paper, scissors. Now stop whining and hurry up!” She said, shoving me the rest of the way. I was tempted to push her out of the car, but the way her blue eyes glinted made me think otherwise. 

“Fine, whatever.” I grumbled standing up and making sure I had my purse with me. I sighed loudly, hoping for some compassion but none came. 

“Wait, Eva!” Yelled Gracie, even though I had only gone 4 steps. I whirled around, hope in my eyes. But all that shattered when I saw her mischievous grin, and a second later I knew why. Gracie flung a hair tie, which hit me smack-dab in the middle of my forehead. 

“Tie your hair in a ponytail, it’s windy out there.” She smiled innocently and then returned back to devour her source of energy, also known as, Coffee. I tied up my black hair, ignoring the few strands that fell over my green eyes. It took me 5 minutes to walk to the gas station, and I grumbled the whole way. I also found out that Magpies seem very attracted to shiny objects. As I got to the gas station, I noticed that the paint was peeling off everywhere, the sign was coming dangerously close to falling, and some of the gas pumps were lying on the floor. 

“Maybe no one is here.” I muttered, but the sign on the door said open and there was a faint light coming from inside. I took a step towards the door of the shop but my phone rang. I rummaged around my purse, shoving aside candy wrappers, old receipts, and bottles of unused lip gloss. After the third ring, I finally found it. Not bothering to look at the caller id, I pressed accept and put the phone to my ear. 

“Hello?” I asked, wondering who would call me. 

“Stop. Don’t go in. Run.” Said a strange voice, it sounded like she was almost crying. The call went dead, I stood there, paralyzed for a second. I decided that maybe I should call her back, and find out what the heck was going on. But the minute I called it said that the number did not exist. 

“Calm down, it’s just a prank call.” I fought the panic that was starting to tighten my chest. I tried to relax, which didn’t work very well but I went in anyways. I stood there in shock for a second, there were bodies littered across the floor. And they all had one thing in common, they were all girls that looked like me. Their hair was black, their eyes green, and they looked my age. All of them looked like they were just asleep on the floor, but I was pretty sure they were dead. 

“Nice to see you walk in here.” Said a voice to my left. I looked over and saw someone dressed in all black casually laying on the counter, twirling a knife. He had black hair and eyes that seemed to be purple, maybe contacts? He reminded me of someone, and I realized who when he looked up. 

“Matthew?” I asked, not believing what I saw. But the scar on his cheek was clear.

“You know, I never really forgot what you did.” He said, standing up. 

“B-but you died, thirteen years ago in the fire.” I whispered, still not trusting what I saw. 

“You started that fire.”  He growled and I almost started crying. 

“I was eight, I would never kill you on purpose.” I said, wiping my eyes with my trembling hands. Matthew took out a wrist watch from his jacket and took a step towards me, 

“It doesn’t matter, because I am still alive. And you will pay for what you did.” I whirled around and tried the door, but it was locked from the outside.

“What did you do to them?” I asked, pointing to the other girls on the floor.

“Nothing really, their time was up anyways.” He shrugged and then held up the watch.

“You see this?” He asked. It was a green and black watch, it seemed to be counting down, 30 seconds left. I looked at it closer and noticed a name written at the top.

“Eva?” I asked not comprehending why my name was written on a watch.

“You know how I said their time was up? Well so is yours.” Matthew said and the watch counted down, 3…2…1. I woke up to the sound of Gracie calling my name.

“You’re finally up. Don’t get mad, but… we ran out of gas.”

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