Brinna {Part 4}

It's been a while, friends, but I'm back and to prove it you have a post. I've been a bit patchy these past few weeks (check it out here) Anyway read the parts you missed by clicking on the links. :) Go on, do it! {part 1}{part 2},{part 3}

Thor raised his hammer and...

BANG!!! A massive explosion shook the cave and we were flung into the air. And then we were in a meadow of... purple flowers. "Thor! I told you Zeus' palace, not his meadow! You know I get hayfe..." and Mercury sneezed, rather loudly. Thor chuckled.
"Sorry, Mercury, I must have hit the portal a bit too hard." Thor raised hammer again, and we were standing in a courtyard, surrounded by fauns, centaurs, nymphs, you name it. Every creature I had previously thought of as a figment of my imagination was there!
"Thor, Mercury, and ever so puny mortal, Zeus would like to see you right away! And quick smart, run, you silly girl, don't just stand there, run!" I recognized her as Hera, Zeus' wife. So we ran, and fast. We got to the throne room, puffing and holding our sides... Well I did, at least. And then a big booming voice came through the doors. "But Dad, please...?"
"No, go on, off with you, Hercules!" A young man stalked out of the room and gave us a warning.
"He's in a bad mood today, Mercury, you better have that mortal." I walked into the throne room with shaky legs and the doors slammed shut behind us...

To be continued

Nate Blackwall Part 4

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3)

The day was uneventful until Physics that afternoon. I should probably explain a little more about Mr. Smith.

Mr. Jonathan Smith (Yes, people actually name their kids Jon Smith. I don't know why.), age early-thirties, has been a physics teacher here at Memorial for three years. He's my favorite teacher, because he's really funny, smart, and if I get to class early, we have nerdy "yo momma" contests. Also, he has a goatee.

I walked into the classroom, where Mr. Smith was grading papers. I didn't think he'd seen me, but then I heard him say, "Yo momma's like an incandescent lightbulb- old, wasteful, and not that bright."
I chuckled.
"Yeah? Well, yo momma's so ugly, even fluorine doesn't want to bond with her."
He looked up.
"As a science teacher, I have to give you props for that one."
I bowed dramatically, and walked over to my seat. Only a couple of other people were here yet.
Just me, one of Anna-Christina's soccer teammates, and that OCD guy, who was sharpening his pencils until they were all the same height.
None of my friends have physics this period, except Gina's girlfriend Kate, who I don't know all that well, and my neighbor Jason who I don't get long with all that well.

After school I met up with Kevin, Gina, and Kate next to the statue of Lily Willow Marie Caldridge, and we walked home. Well, Kevin and Kate split off to go to there neighborhoods, but Gina and I live on the street.
We talked about girls the whole way, until we reached my house and she waved goodbye.

I stepped through the door, and saw my dad with his leg propped up on the coffee table, the TV playing commercials. I don't think he even knew what was on.
"Dad? What are you doing home?"
He looked up from his phone. "Oh, I sprained my ankle," he said nonchalantly.
I nodded, as if this was all normal. "So where's Mom?"
"Had to work late. Her client got arrested."

My mom's a public defender, but she looks like a model from the 1940's. In fact, my parents met because she was doing pinup modeling on the side of law school, and my dad's a photographer. They were doing a shoot on a beach at night, and my mom couldn't stop laughing at my dad.
He didn't realize until after the shoot that a seagull had pooped on his head. She helped him clean bird crap out of his hair, and two years later they got married.

Best Friends

Best friends always have your back
Best friends stand up for you even when you’re wrong
Best friends will pick up the phone and chat like they saw you yesterday when it’s been months
Best friends keep secrets
Best friends know when you need a hug
Best friends protect you
Best friends will always listen
Best friends are a shoulder to cry on
Best friends will laugh with you
Best friends will squeal, laugh, and cry with you about your crush on a boy they’ve never met
Best friends never have IOUs
Best friends will loan you their favorite shirt when you’ve spilled ketchup on yours
Best friends make waffles in the morning without knowing how to work to waffle maker
Best friends can be trusted with your embarrassing photos, videos, and stories
Best friends will never tell your secrets
Best friends stay best friends no matter what
A best friend is something everyone needs to have

Voting Time!

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A Bit Farfetched (A Guest Post by Zay)

  If love were easy I'd have a boyfriend... but it is not. Lots of things I can handle, but not love. It's so complicated and I wish I could be more specific, but I can't. I'm Luna and this is my town Bipperton. It is small and boring, but it's home. I go to Neil Armstrong High School, and it is the only high school in Bipperton, or trust me, I wouldn't go there. It is most likely the worst school EVER, and I plan to change that some day. I hope that Jack will help me fix the school. It seems a little farfetched but all Bipperton is farfetched, so when I asked him he smiled and said yes.

  We spent the whole day together, and I realized that he didn't seem too interested in the project. Instead it looked like he was more interested in me. I stopped explaining the problem and he snapped out of it. I looked at him and asked Jack if there was something wrong. He said no and gave me a kiss on the cheek, said goodnight, and left.

   Now I know how this looks, but it is not what you think. The next day Jack paid no attention to me and instead it looked like he did last night, but sheepish like he did something wrong. I asked Sarah what I should do, and she could not believe that Jack kissed me on the cheek. She said I should talk to him before something goes wrong. I went up to say hello to Jack. but the bell rang. So I called him at night, and he did not anser to my calls until his mom answered it. I asked for Jack, and she gave him the phone.''Hello?'' said Jack. ''Hi, it's Luna,'' and he hung up. The next day Jack walked up to me and asked me to a dance in a town out side of Bipperton. It was a little farfetched, so I smiled and said yes.

                                                                    (please  vote)

Nate Blackwall part 3

Okay, I can do it, I told myself. Three minutes to class. I can't blow it this time.
"Anna-Christina Gould," I started, as red as Gina's hair last semester, "Go on a date with me on friday night."
She beamed. 
"I don't see why not!"
I let myself breathe again. "Great, I'll pick you up at your house at six," I said, sound way more confident than I actually was.
"Magnifique!" Anna-Christina often spoke French randomly. It was one of those little quirks that made me so enthralled by her.
"I'll see you in math, Nate," she said as she ran back over to her friends. I walked into the school, and dazedly found my way to room 207 for English with Ms. Green, who most people agree is the coolest teacher ever, except perhaps our crazy awesome nerdy physics teacher Mr. Smith. 

I plonked down in my desk between Kevin and Gina's. 
"So? How'd it go?" Gina said, leaning on her desk for dramatic effect. Half of the things Gina did were for dramatic effect.
"I'm taking her on a date on friday," I sputtered. Gina's jaw dropped, as did the arm on her desk (dramatic effect).
Kevin looked up from the picture he was doodling in his textbook."What? Who?"
"AC Gould," Gina whispered. "My god, you actually did it."
"Let me get this straight," Kevin said shocked. "You- Nate Blackwall, Nerd, failing math, person who understands particle physics, are going on a date with AC Gould- gorgeous, soccer playing, smart, went to France over the summer with her insanely wealthy godfather, AC Gould." He paused to throw up his arms in amazement. 
"Nathan Russell Blackwall, you are the luckiest guy at this school."

"Ahem." We looked up at Ms. Green. "I'm very pleased that Nate finally got up the courage to ask out miss Gould, but class is starting."

{What do you guys think so far? I'll have more craziness next week on Anna-Christina and Nate's date. Hope you enjoyed, because Nate's story is really fun to write!
Lady E}


Yes yes, I know it's been a long time! Ive been busy traveling and doing IMPORTANT things (like looking at pics of Harry Styles without a shirt on....asdfghjklove). I promise I'll post as soon as I can get to the PC (I'm on mah iPhone)! Xoxo - Myla

A Cry in the Darkness

~A guest post by: Miss Kate~

Somewhere in the darkness a baby was crying. Many years later people wouldn’t have even said they had heard anything that night. A mother was carrying her child as she tried to run. Trying to get away from her pursuers. A dog barked nearby, scratching at a fence.
Most people wouldn’t have known just by looking at the baby girl, would know that she was special. Except for the fact she had an unusual birthmark on her right shoulder. It was vaguely shaped like a crescent moon with little dots like stars around it. No one else would have given a second thought to the birthmark.
But the mother knew. She knew that if her pursuers got the baby they would surely kill her.
The woman ran as fast as she was capable of in the cold night air, her aching arms wrapped around her child tightly. The mother’s breath came out in white puffs and swirled up into oblivion The woman slowed her pace to a fast walk. The baby girl had stopped crying and was staring at her mother with tears glistening on her cheeks. “It’s all right.” The mother whispered softly, wiping away her tears. “Everything is going to be all right.” The mother spoke the words with a sadness. She wasn’t so sure herself if everything was going to be all right. But she had to keep going. She had to have hope.

Finally the mother came to a house. All the lights were out inside the house and so was the porch light. She climbed the steps to the porch and rang the doorbell gasping for air. A light came on and the curtains were pulled aside as a worried face appeared in the window.
It was the woman’s sister. She quickly opened the door. “What’s wrong?” She asked. Even in the dim light her eyes looked wide.
Wenona,” The mother said with an urgency. “They’re after us! They discovered where we live! They are going to take Keena!”
Dyani, were they following you here?” Wenona asked as she glanced down the street.
Yes.” Dyani replied. “ I escaped them over by the river. But they won’t give up, I know them.They’re going to search for her until they find her and..and…”
And kill her.” Wenona finished. “I know.”
Dyani looked down at her child. Those eyes just stared back at her with a seriousness as if she knew what was going on.
Wenona,” Dyani hesitated. “Do you remember when I told you that if anything happened to me, that you would be the one I want to watch over Keena?”
Yes.” Wenona replied.
Now is that time,” Dyani said lifting Keena towards Wenona. “They won’t look for you. They’ll be looking for me and they will think I have Keena.”
Wenona’s hands stayed at her sides. She just stared at her sister with a blank look. It took a moment for her to register what Dyani had just said.
I… don’t have to give her to me because you aren’t leaving.” Wenona said.
Dyani said nothing. She was still holding Keena out to her.
They stood there for a while, killing the precious minutes they had to escape, when Wenona finally realized what Dyani was about to do. She knew her sister unlike any other person and one thing she knew Dyani would never do is give up.
Please,” Dyani said. “It’s the only chance Keena has to live.”
This time Wenona held her arms out and let Dyani put Keena into them.
Keena looked just like her mother. Black hair, the same russet skin tone, almond shaped eyes…her eye color though was like her fathers. Green. The most beautiful green eyes that Wenona had ever seen on any child.

Tears came down Dyani’s face as she kissed Keena on the cheek and looked at her daughter. “Be strong my Keena.” She said. Running her fingers through Keena’s thick hair. She was only five months old and had a full head of hair. “Be brave. I’ll see you again soon.” She bent down to kiss Keena again and whispered “I love you.”
Dyani gave Wenona a hug.
When will you be back?” Wenona asked. She didn’t like it when Dyani never told her where she was going or when she’d be back. After all, she was Wenona’s little sister.
That’s when they both heard an earsplitting howl that filled the night. Dyani turned frantic. “Hide Keena, and do whatever it takes to keep her safe! Never let anyone see her shoulder if they ask, and if I don’t come back promise you will take care of her.”
Dyani, I….” Wenona hesitated.
Promise.” She said.
Wenona let out an unheard sigh. “I promise.”
Dyani smiled a sad smile and took one last glance at Keena. She took the blanket that was around Keena and leaped off the porch and sprinted down the street. There was another night ripping howl, close by this time. Figures and shapes bolted down the street in the direction Dyani had went. They had gone by so quickly Wenona almost thought she had imagined them.
Wenona stayed on the porch, still looking in the direction that Dyani and the figures had gone. Something inside her cemented her to the spot. She didn’t know what. Maybe it was somewhere in her heart that she knew she would probably never see her sister again.
Wenona had no idea how long she’d been waiting out in the cold, until she felt movement in her arms. She looked down and saw Keena pulling at her shawl. Wenona hated to admit it but, she had completely forgotten about the child in her arms. Wenona ran her hand over Keena’s head. “All right,” She said. “Let’s go inside.”
She turned to go into the house when there was shrill scream that seemed to coat the night. The scream rang in Wenona’s ears which made her grit her teeth. She knew who’s scream it had been. She had the urge to call out to her sister but, knew she couldn’t for that would only bring their enemies back.
There was another earsplitting scream until there was only silence, and all Wenona could hear was her own breath and the beating of her heart.
As Wenona went back into the house, she shed a single tear. Just one single tear for her sister. That was all. Dyani had been very brave. Why should she cry? The life in her body may be gone but her spirit would still be with Wenona.
That’s what their people and tribe believed. That a person was never truly dead, they just turned into a spirit that would guide and comfort you whenever you needed it.
Wenona shut the door behind her and locked it, including to make sure that the silver chain at the top of the door was secure.
With her back against the door, she stared down at Keena whose eyes were starting to get heavy with sleep. Keena stared up at Wenona until her eyelids sealed closed and she was snoring softly.
I will make sure nothing happens to you.” Wenona said, starting up the stairs. “Your mother can count on that.”

Empty Trains (A Guest Post By Rebekah W.)

I pushed through the train station, aimlessly; it must have appeared to the people around me, yet my eyes searched through the sea of faces.  Seeking.  In vain.  For the face that had haunted me for almost a year.

I glanced at my watch. 5:30 P.M. Five-thirty, everyday, every week, for the past year. For him. My mind went over the letter he sent me. Again. Every word of it I subconsciously memorized. Why wasn’t he here? The agony seared through my mind. Over and over. My eyes wandered the length of the train station. People rushed to and fro, their voices, creating the symphony of the city. Families embraced their loved ones coming back for the holidays. I felt cold watching them. There was no one to warm me with their loving embrace. His loving embrace. Minutes slipped through my cold fingers and fell to the unforgiving ground. The crowds thinned. If I don’t find him today, I’ll give up. This time I would, I swore to myself.

Then I saw it; the back of a head with dark curly hair, identical to his. Wind-blown, a little messy, yet impossibly gorgeous. Then the head turned. My breath, stuck in my throat, came out almost immediately. It wasn’t him. No tan skin. No beautiful green eyes that gleamed with humor, yet still retained a wistful quality. No tall strong yet lean body that had swore to protect my life. No unconscious smile that played tirelessly at his lips. Instead a gangly teenager with pimples covering his pallid face. His eyes were a dull brown and held no sparkle of love when they looked at me. I turned away, disgusted with myself and full of crushed hope. Yet a small, annoyingly hopeful voice in my head whispered in a bell-like voice, What about tomorrow? Maybe it will be him tomorrow.

I couldn’t ignore it as much as I wanted to. What if he comes tomorrow and I’m not there? No, I won’t come! I won’t! The internal battle raged madly inside me. I walked away, determined. But I knew, deep inside, I would be back tomorrow, at five-thirty. And the day after that, and after that.

Maybe it was just love.

By: Rebekah W. 

Announcing... The Guest Writers!

We're going to be doing a guest writer period for about the next week or so. The regular writers will still continue, but we'll have extra writers as well! at the end, I'll put up a poll, and you can vote for your favorite  guest writer.
The one who wins the poll gets to continue writing.

So far, we have two confirmed writers, and there's two more who haven't yet responded.
If you'd like to be a part of the next guest writing time we have, remember to fill out the application on our about page.

I'm really excited about this, and I can't wait to see what our writers come up with.

Hugs and Poems,
Lady Elisabeth

The Last Breath

It's not that Jason's a bad driver. He's great. Maybe not awesome, but he's decent behind the wheel. It's simply that the road was frozen over. Jason'd taken the turn off the freeway, the same one he'd taken a million times. Only this time, his car skidded off the road into the lake.
I screamed as the plummeted into the freezing water.
The car started filling up immediately, and try as we might, the doors and windows wouldn't budge.

The water reached above our heads. Jason handed me a container of compressed air for filling flat tires. It's not exactly recommended to breathe compressed air, but not breathing any air is less recommended.
It felt like hours that we traded nearly useless puffs of plasticky air, but in reality it was probably less than five minutes until the bottle was nearly empty.
We both knew there wasn't enough or left for us both.

Jason pushed the canister to me, and I pushed it back to him. I didn't want to know that I might maybe survive if it was at the cost of Jason drowning in Lake Mathilda. He pushed it back to me again, a pleading in his eyes. I took the canister and sadly smiled at Jason, memorizing every detail of his face.

I pressed down on the trigger, releasing the last trickle of air. It floated away as bubbles up to the ceiling of the car. Jason's mouth opened in shock.

I clasped his hand in mine, and together we fell out of the world.

{I realize I promised you more Nate, but I can't think of anything at this moment. This was a short story laying around my short story folder on my iPod}

Nate Blackwall part 2

(ps I'm writing this post in Las Vegas)

As Gina and I walked into school on Monday morning, I saw the only part of Pinnacle that I properly appreciate:
Anna-Christina Gould.

Her long amber hair was tied back in a ponytail, and she was biting her blue fingernails. My God, Anna-Christina could even make fingernail biting gorgeous.
Gina elbowed me.
"Yes Nate, Anna-Christina is hot. I don't want to be late for the only class Kate and I have together, so either ask her out or go inside."

I sighed dreamily. Only Anna-Christina could make me feel like a total idiot.
The only problem in plans to ask her out, was the simple fact that I'm a total wuss.

I don't exactly have a great track record with girls. The last time I told a girl that I liked her, she beamed and told me that I was a great friend and she liked me too. Yeah.

The worst part is that Gina is determined to get me and Kevin girlfriends by the end of the year.
Before I could stop her, she yelled out,
"Hey AC!"
Anna-Christina immediately headed over towards us.
"Hi Gina, hey Nate! What's up?
"Uh, hi Anna-Christina," I stammered out.
She giggled. "Nate, you can call me AC. Everyone does."
"I think you're name is beautiful," I squeaked.
Anna-Christina blushed.
I cleared my throat. "That's not the only thing about you that's beautiful either."
Her jaw dropped. "Nate..."

{And more will be revealed next week! Muhahahahaha! I'm not actually trying to cliff hang you, Jayne's trying to get me to unpack.}

B'rinna {Part 3}

Read {part 1} & {part 2} by clicking on them :) I know that this is mixing like three different religions but bear with me, it'll be cool... I think :p

*Last time*
"'Can I please get a drink?' Trembling with fear I waited for an answer..."

"Oh my goodness, Thor! We totally forgot she was a mortal and needed supplements." A face came into view and I gasped. It looked like Mercury, messenger of the Roman gods! "Get her some spring water, Thor, and some wild berries. Just make sure it's not nightshade! And hurry!"
"Oh goodness," I muttered to myself, "I am officially going mad, in a cave with two lunatics who are dressed as gods of pagan religions. They're gonna eat me!"
"Here we go, Mercury. It's not nightshade, or even berries, I checked. I kinda accidentally killed a deer." a gruff voice called out from somewhere behind me. Twisting my head, I struggled to sneak a look. What I saw scared me witless. A man, or god, stood above me so close I could have plucked all his leg hairs off. As I looked up I noticed the hammer in his hand. 
"This must be Thor," I said out loud, "But how..."
"How what, my dear?" Mercury (or the petite man) asked.
"May I just point out here, Mercury, that she looks almost afraid of you." Thor chuckled which seemed to rattle the earth's foundations.
"Woh, wait a minute," I sat up, hands in the air, "You guys know each other?"
"Well, yes. Why wouldn't we?" Mercury asked, a curious look on his face.
"Well, one, you cannot be real. Axel must have knocked me a good one. And two, you guys are from two totally different set of myths!" Mercury quickly nodded at Thor and stepped back. Thor raised his hammer and...

To be continued

Do you guys like cliff-hangers? I hope you do!