Soul

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Hey guys! So I said only part one was published for my story Everglades, but it’s going to be the only part. Sorry if you liked the story, but I guess I just kinda lost inspiration for it. I had no ideas (since you guys don’t ever comment stories ideas 😒)! But I had recently started reading the Divergent series so I wrote this story. You can call it a fan fiction, but I don’t think it’s that alike… Anyway, enjoy!

P.S: Please comment story ideas! When I have writer’s block, I have seriously bad writer’s block. The last one almost killed me, so if you don’t want me to die, comment! Thanks!

P.P.S: What do you guys think about a part two for Soul😏?


So this is how it’s going to be, huh? Well, you can change our actions, but you can’t change our soul! I snarled angrily in my head. I’ve had absolutely enough of Adrian and Halo. Heck, I’m actually wishing I was a Horn or a White Blade. Stomping out of the Caliper Room, I made a beeline for Willow-Birch; Willow-Birch was an extremely pale birch tree. I called it Willow because my brother had mixed it up with a willow tree. I know, you’re probably thinking I’m so delusional that I’m naming nature now; but I have to admit, I’m a bit lonely. Whether it’s because I’m so much more a Horn than a Halo, or I’m just a strange girl who lost her marbles, I really stand out as the weirdo, the oddball, the misfit. And it’s not always that nice to be different.

On Willow-Birch perched a crude looking tree house. My brother and I had built it a few years ago; it was the last thing we did together before he left.Without hesitation, I grabbed the ladder and made my way up. This place had brought back so many memories of the past, even if it wasn’t there to witness or experience it. The floorboards creaked in protest as I trudged in the treehouse. I eyed the photo album of only me and my brother but decided against it. A squirrel made a loud thump as it landed on the roof of the treehouse and I nearly jumped out of my skin. I was always nervous and jumpy whenever I did this, it was against the laws of Halo. Halo Peacekeepers would arrest me if they found out, especially since I had stolen this glass ball. Taking a deep breath, I spoke clearly but quietly, “ Show me Kyle Halo.”

“Hey sis, missed me much?”


Everglades (Part One)

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Sorry guys! I haven’t updated in a while so I wrote a really sucky story after 4 hours of brainstorming. I don’t have a lot of time (funny, since it’s summer vacation) so this is just part one. Again, sorry for how badly written it is, enjoy.


I ducked behind a bush and attempted to catch my breath. Today had been an especially bloody day, and I do not enjoy being turned into a corpse.

“Come out you coward!” The girl who was chasing me yelled. “Fight me face to face!”

And become one of those mutts? Right.

I walked up behind her and waited for her to turn around. When she did, shock was clear on her face, though it quickly turned into pain. She yelped, seeing that I had stabbed my knife clear through her stomach. “So sorry, good night,” I muttered and stepped back as the ground swallowed the girl. It was the 17th day; the 17th day of torture; the 17th day of death. I scrounged the forest for food, no luck, so if I didn’t want to starve, I had to go into the Everglades. And I probably wasn’t going to make it out of that cursed place in one piece.

Two voices raged in my head as I approached the Everglades,

“How puny would it be to die of hunger? After all this, you die to a natural cause!”

“You know about the Everglades! You know how many they killed! You aren’t special in any way, what makes you think you can do it?”

I shushed the second voice, my breaths rattled and I plunged into the Everglades. As I did so, I felt a surge of power; or recklessness.

That’s right! I thought to whoever created the Everglades, I just signed my own death contract, who’s a coward now?


Going Again to… Tuttabella Trattoria!

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Do you like Italian food? Maybe pasta, or raviolis? Well, give Tuttabella Trattoria a try. An Italian restaurant on the corner of White Plains Rd and New Wilmot Rd. The restaurant is open from:

Monday to Thursday: 12 PM – 10 PM

Friday to Saturday: 12 PM – 11 PM

Sunday: 12PM– 10 PM.

I had been to Tuttabella only recently but I think it is a great restaurant you should try.

I have only gone to Tuttabella Trattoria for dinner, which is what I am going to review, but there is a lunch menu, a party menu, and a catering menu as well. One thing I don’t like is that the menus are written in Italian. The restaurant serves you water and bread first with olive oil first, then the waiters will give you your menus you can order appetizers like Shrimp Cocktail and Clams Casino (baked little neck clams with bacon, roasted pepper, and capers). The main course consists of soup, salad, pasta, chicken, veals, seafood, meat, and sides. I really liked the Ravioli al Pomodoro (cheese ravioli in a fresh tomato sauce). There is dessert as well, however, it is not written on the menu. The waiter will also give you with a list of that day’s specials, and you are able to order special plates for your allergies or special diets. Tuttabella is also fairly priced, it isn’t too expensive but the food is still great.

The waiters and waitresses are very nice, they are all dressed nicely and alike. Sometimes they even interact with their guests! There usually isn’t too much waiting needed but it depends on when you come to the restaurant. The ambiance isn’t too dark, but it isn’t very bright and the whole restaurant is lit by candlelight. The restaurant is Italian so the decor is Italian as well, there are even pictures of Italy in the past on the walls. The restaurant doesn’t have any rules about loudness but somehow it is just naturally quiet.

Overall, I really like Tuttabella Trattoria and would like to go again. The food is Italian but I think most people would like it. I would give it  4.5 stars.

A tiramisu cake at Tuttabella Trattoria

 


Ever a Friend

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Hi everyone! I’m back! I know, I took a long break, sorry. But I’ve been trying to get Thais, Adelina, Angela, and Anjali to finish their part for the Writing Olympics… But here is a story I wrote awhile ago, enjoy!

P.S: This is somewhat a Maze Runner fan fiction so…

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An inhuman howl ripped through the night.

“Willow, no!”

I took a step back from my best friend Willow. One minute she was perfectly fine, next she had her knife out and was snarling from me to go.

“Run,” came her strangled cry, “before I kill you!”

“Why?! What’s wrong with you?!” But the truth dawned on me even before I asked.

She gave me a smile, but her eyes were crazed, broken, “it’s got me.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat, “maybe we can get you to the hospital, or… or…” Or what?

A growl up off my sentence, “too late! The madness has taken over.” Her shrill cry nearly deafened me.

Suddenly, Willow stumbled forward and her knife clattered out of her hand, landing on the mossy ground. I reached out to help her out, but she reeled back, avoiding my hand.

“Don’t, don’t touch me!”

I let my hands fall limply at my sides, staring in horror at what used to be my best friend. Within minutes, she had become a crazy, insane, animal-like human. The Flare has definitely gotten her.

“Please,” I begged. “Come back! What about your family?!” I realized in sadness at what Willow’s parents would have to suffer through, their only daughter with the Flare.

“Lena!” This time Willow’s voice was a hoarse whisper. “Lena, please.” She started to yell again, her voice becoming more and raspier.

“Willow…” Fear closed around my stomach and it spread through my body, filling me with terror. I couldn’t bring myself to run away, from my only best friend.

Willow’s eyes were desperate, “Lena, please. Kill me.”

I froze, did Willow really say that? No, “what-”

Willow doubled over, clutching her head, “Listen!”

She took a rattly breath and straightened out as much as she could, “I can’t live like this forever. Please Lena, if I was ever a friend, kill me.”

She stuffed her knife into my hand, “do it.”

I looked into Willow’s eyes, shattered, forever. She doesn’t want to live anymore, “as your last favor?” My hand was shaking so hard I thought I was going to drop her knife.

“Last favor.”

Before I could change my mind, I plunged the knife into my best friend’s chest.

She fell to the ground and I knelt next to her, “thank you.”

She gave me the smile I always thought of her with, “Willow…” I couldn’t swallow the lump in my throat.

“Lena, thank you.”

I took her hand as she closed her eyes, forever.


The Writing Olympics

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Hi guys! So, me and Thais thought of a really cool thing called: The Writing Olympics! Basically, me, ThaisAdelina, and Angela shall have a writing marathon and we will be competing against each other, and you guys will be commenting and telling us who the winner is. We will also be having team writing, too! So I hope you will enjoy the future series of The Writing Olympics! Also as a reminder, we will be having pen names, which are fake names writers have.

Pen Names:

Helen: Cyra

Adelina: Featherdrift

Thais: Potato and Bepper

Angela: Erin

 

 


Faded

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Hello, everyone! I have an awesome story idea so I’m gonna write it for you! Yeah… so… enjoy. I really don’t have anything else to say. Please comment and tell me if you liked it.


Not her. It wasn’t her that saved Jamie; it was me. I was Jamie’s best friend, I grew up with her, went to the scary therapist with her, and played with her when no one else would. But those days were too good to last, she forgot me. When she turned 7 she started playing with some other girl, and I was left in the dust. Forgotten. When she was 7, she still talked with me, but she was distant, more and more with every year. I started hating Jamie’s birthdays, but she grew without me; 7, 8, 9. Today was the day of her 10th birthday. I was left, still, at age 7, she was all grown up, double digits. I dreaded, feared, and was terrified of this day. I watched as my happy, joyful Jamie blew out her candles, I watched as she opened her presents, and watched as she stared into the sky and its stars. I watched as she fell asleep, never even bothering with me. Forgotten. I was becoming more and more transparent by the minute. And when midnight struck, I was gone. Forgotten. The pain, knowing that I wasn’t real, knowing that I was only an imaginary friend to Jamie. I was forgotten. Faded.


Leap Year War

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Quick story, sorry about no video yesterday… Anyway, this is just a short story about if vampires went to war against werewolves. Enjoy!😁


The full moon of February 29 was approaching rapidly, that meant the Leap Year War was approaching, too. Every leap year, there would be a war of vampires against werewolves. Lycaon, the king werewolf, pacing nervously, looked out at the full moon. Lydia, his daughter, walked calmly up to him.

“We have tonight, at the least,” she reported. “The vampires would try to attack in daylight to avoid the moon.”

The old king sighed wearily, “Are the runners ready?”

“Yes.”

“The warriors?”

“Always.”

The king of wolves nodded but was still frowning, “I heard the vampires have bitten children this year.”

Lydia gasped, “but that’s against the Ancient Laws!”

“What do you expect?” Lycaon growled, “vampires do not play… fair.”

“What can we do?” Lydia snarled.

The king looked older than ever, “nothing.”


The Sholatine

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Hey guys! Not gonna say much, my imagination is already completely used up (I wrote at least 3 1/2 pages today). So going right to the topic, I changed the Sample Page into Other Blogs because… I dunno, I just did. And also, I add a new page called The Sholatine! I liked it better than the wolf story (sorry if you really loved that story😔)so I gave it a page. Also because it was too long for a post and it was still work in progress. I wrote the story with my friend Thais. She wrote Avery’s P.O.V, while I wrote Emmaline’s. Please check it out and comment! Love ya all, peace!😘


Run

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Hello, people! Here’s another story written by me (the snowy beast symbolizes something). Hope you like it. Please give me some ideas in the comments, thanks again! Here it comes:

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Run! That was the only thing I could do. I ran as the snowy beast chased after me. I dodged trees and jumped over streams. Running and running. It’s been months, still running. I was dead on my feet, the monster was as energized as ever. Could I outrun it? The snow was closing in. I knew in my heart that I couldn’t run away, but I ignored it and kept going. That was the only thing I could do. Run.

 


Percy’s Warning

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I used to be(and still am a little)totally obsessed with Percy Jackson. This story was inspired by some fan fiction I saw on the internet. I only changed a bit of the details, so this belongs to its owner. It’s short, enjoy!🤣

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“Look, I didn’t want to be a half-blood.

If you’re reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: close this book right now. Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth, and try to lead a normal life.

Being a half-blood is dangerous. It’s scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways.”

I looked but from my book. The rest of the seven were just enjoying life. Annabeth was leaning on my shoulder, reading. Leo was petting Festus(don’t ask how he fits in the house). Jason and Piper were looking outside and quietly whispering to each other. Frank and Hazel were making a scrapbook. I smiled and picked up my pencil again.

Then again, I met all of my friends as a demigod. Plus…

I chuckled, and everyone stared at me.

The are worse things you could be.

Everyone!

(Left to right)

Octavian, Reyna, Leo, Piper, Jason, Percy, Annabeth, Frank, Hazel, Nico, and Thalia!