Thursday, October 28, 2010

Hayley's Up!

I'm running late, I know. My apologies, college was taking over my life today, again. But I'm going to be done by November first and then bring on NaNoWriMo! Anywho it's our contest week and here's a recap of how to play along:


We will each post on our regular day with a random question of our choosing. To enter, you must be a follower and comment on the post once with your answer. Each of us will choose a winner from our post days and individually critique for that person. Query, first chapter or synopsis- one of us will give them the Inkslinger treatment.


At the end of the week, we’ll tally up all the followers/commenters from the 5 weekly posts and randomly select one Grand Prize Winner. The winner can submit a query, first chapter or synopsis for review, and all 5 of us will critique for him/her.

So my question, is a little odd but it has to do with this assignment I'm working on for schoola dn well I want to know what other people think. AlsoI dropped the ball a little bit, sorry my fellow Slingers.

What is something you would love to do that is mischievous and just barely walks that fine line between legal and illegal, as in it should be illegal but there is no law for it because it is so odd and out there, and doesn't really harm anyone?

Friday, October 22, 2010

Read Robin

Up, Up. Get up! I yelled at myself. I stood, swaying until I could regain my balance. I must have hit my head harder than a thought. My brains felt like they were pounding a rebellion out against my skull. I planted my feet and reached out a hand to the rusty fence that surrounded the graveyard, trapping me within it's bounds. On an ordinary day, I would have jumped it without thinking, but Isaac's face stood out to me in the night's darkness, even now, I couldn't leave him. Not again. As if I summoned him, the Fader appeared.

Sauntering down the church's back steps, his now white orbs searched through the graves and the trees trying to find me. His body was harder to define in the moonlight, for it showed all what he truly was, a shadow. A Fader was something from my childhood, a story everyone in my village is told about, but no one has ever seen one. That, of course, I remind myself was before Isaac was taken. Even then, only I saw the Fader for what he was, just as I see him now.

Faders were shadows sent in the night, absorbing the human form before they took you. To where, no one knew. I didn't even know and I had been tracking them for the past seven years. Hopelessly hoping that somehow Isaac had made it, or maybe because I might be able give someone the gift he gave me.

"Come and get me," I yelled, surprising myself in the process. "No one abuses my friend's skin without hearing from me."

"Who says I've even taken it?" The chuckled carried over the tombs, haunting the night. "Who says I am not whom I say? Who else could know you as I do McKenna...Cricket?"

Cricket. How could he know? No way, I told myself. There is no reason for a Fader, a virtual mirror of life, know anything other than taking the skins of those he encountered, and yet...

"Come out Cricket." He called to me. "Maybe we can give us another chance."

My feet abandon good sense as they walk out towards the shadow with white orbs in the place of eyes. The shadow that used to be Isaac, my Isaac.

That's all for me. I hope you all have a great weekend!! Don't forget to add to the story in the comments. Let's see how far we can get it!

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Round Robin! Round Robin!


I couldn’t breathe. I’d seen him taken, gone through intensive of therapy to rid myself of the horrible nightmares, the haunting feeling of being followed, a lot of good that had done. We’d been walking home from school, the middle of the day. Ironic people think bad things only happen in the dead of night, but it had been a bright sunny spring day. They came at us, the men in the van, it was three to two. He got in between me and the assailants, told me to run. I did.

“Isaac” my voice cracked as I stumbled backwards away from him. My back pressed up against the wooden pew.

“Hey kid,” he stepped towards me bending down to pick up the phone. His voice, melodic tones that had talked me through asthma attacks, been a source of childhood comfort; I closed my eyes, it wasn’t real this wasn’t real.

“You’re dead.” I clenched my eyes tighter and tighter, flashes from that day, from the police station. I’d seen the blood; they’d brought me into the police station, to question me about the abduction, which they later informed me, was murder. I remember the photos of blood spilled on concrete in some old warehouse, they said it was his. That no human could live after losing that much blood, they swore to me he was dead.

I opened my eyes, and was face to face with the one person who knew me, the real me. Pools of hazel stared back at me, a crooked smile slapped across his freckled face. It wasn’t real.

“I’ve got a heartbeat kid.” He reached out for my hand; the contact was a stab to the gut, the familiarity almost painful. No one touched me anymore, I was the paranoid girl, damaged goods, and post traumatic stress disorder does not a friend make. He placed my hand over his heart, I felt it. The calming recognizable thrum that had calmed me on more than on occasion, pulsed through my fingertips sent soothing waves over me.

I sighed, a smile turning up the corners of my mouth. I couldn’t explain it, didn’t understand but it was Isaac, my Isaac.

“Isaac, I can’t believe—”

It stopped. His heartbeat, stopped. His grip on my wrist tightened.

“What are you doing?” my voice was a squeak, the cold air

“I missed you McKenna.” He stepped closer to me; we were inches apart, our noses almost touching. My breath caught in my throat, God I wanted it to be him, wanted it to be my best friend so bad. But it wasn’t Isaac. I slipped my hand into my pocket, returning my Rosary to its rightful place. I lifted my free hand to the side of his face, running my fingers down his jaw.

“Oh Isaac,” tears filled my eyes. I took one deep breath, kneed him in the groin and my hand slammed his face down onto the edge of the pew.

He let out a wicked hiss, I kicked him again, wrenching my hand free I stumbled up onto the alter, heart pounding in my ears. Bile rising in my throat, Isaac, my Isaac, gone, I was mourning all over again, the one brief moment of belief. It was cruel.

I turned to look back, I shouldn’t have, I knew better. Just like how I shouldn’t have pushed away the paranoia. For once in my life it could have been beneficial to act on the fear.

“Stupid bitch.” The imposter growled. There was a soft buzz sound, as my cell phone was crushed, all I saw was a glimpse of electricity, and then blue dust as the plastic was completely destroyed. The monster lifted its head to gaze at me. The hazel eyes turned black, and Isaac was gone. Again. It dove at me, long fingers reaching for my throat.

I lunged for the rear exit, stumbling out into the cemetery. I was trapped, fenced in surrounded my looming cold stones, and the horrors of the night. The cool air nipped at my exposed skin. I stumbled, my feet slipping on the dew covered grass, boots sinking into the pooling mud. My heart choked the breath out of me. I ran towards the moon, it was sinking down the horizon, behind the cracked stones and decaying trees.

I slipped.


So I didn't forget about this! See? See? I posted on time!

I'm not sure how I feel about this, I don't do scary very well, it is not my strong suit. So comments? Critiques?

How do you think the story should play out? Post your response in the comments sections! Thanks for reading!

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Round Robin!

Tuesday here! :)

I'm so excited for Round Robin-Em's portion of the story was fabulous, no? :) Here's my portion of the tale, enjoy!
The cell phone slipped from my fingers and landed on the ground with a loud clatter as I whipped around to face my assailant. I raised my fist and swung outward blindly, aiming to hit whatever part of them I could reach.
"McKenna, wait, stop!" the stranger-a guy-pleaded.
My heart flew to my throat, the metallic taste of fear coating the inside of my mouth. What the Hell? How did this guy know my name?
I felt my fist connect with what I assumed was his jawbone and heard him cry out in pain. "McKenna, please-"
And before I could bring my now aching fist back for a second punch, he added hastily, "McKenna, it's me-Isaac!"
I froze.
It couldn't be...Isaac?
My best friend? The same boy I grew up with? The same boy who I told all my secrets to? Who I shared my first kiss with on a dare when we were ten? My blood turned to ice in my veins-
Isaac...the same boy who was presumed dead one year ago?
Now it's your turn! If you want to continue the tale of McKenna and Isaac, pick up where the story left off and write what happens next in 250 words max in the comments!

Thursday, October 14, 2010


I needed to do a post on my favorite book that I read in September. It was Frankenstein.

Yes. I'm odd, I LOVE classic novels. Love them. And let's just be frank here, Mary Shelley wrote Frankenstein when she was 18!! And then it was published when she was 20!!

Take a moment to appreciate Dr. Frankenstein and his monster, and the brilliance that was Mrs. Shelley.

Oh and BTW it has NEVER been out of print. Never.

Yeah, think about that!

So I know this is short, and kind of uninformative, but I'm going on the college hunt tomorrow, have three essays to finish and need to sleep eventually tonight. So this is short, very short. My apologies but I needed to do a post, because well I've been slacking. Sorry everybody.

Friday, October 8, 2010


Hello, today I was supposed to write about the book I read in September and while I did read several books, I'm going to pass on posing them today.


I'm trying to write 30,000+ words in 7 days.

Ha, ha, yeah. I'll explain more next week hopefully :)

Have a great weekend!

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

The Best Book I Read In September: Aaron

This month I read Bridge to Terabithia for a Language Arts class I am taking. Bridge to Terabithia is the story of Jess and Leslie, two 5th graders who don’t quite fit. Jess lives his life trying to hide the things that make him different, but then he meets Leslie who is new to town and who doesn’t try to blend in. At first Jess is suspicious of Leslie, but they gradually start to become friends. This leads to the eventual creation of the magical land of Terabithia which Jess and Leslie rule over as king and queen.

Bridge to Terabithia was a very powerful and moving book, but frankly I have mixed feeling about it. It touches on gender stereotypes, class differences, family relationships, and death among other things, and it was a very rich book in terms of topics covered. The author wasn’t afraid to deal with the issues that kids have to deal with as opposed to the issues that we wish they had to deal with. This is a woman who doesn’t pull any punches, but at the same time she didn’t sacrifice the characters for the sake of the issues. All of the characters seemed so real, and that only added to the emotional impact of the book. I’m not afraid to admit that I actually cried while reading the book, but I wasn’t crying for Jess and Leslie. I was crying because the chapter reminded me of how absolutely helpless I felt when my brothers’ parents died and how lost they looked.

However, that said this just wasn’t my type of book, and it really wasn’t what I was expecting from the title and the description on the back of the book. I was ready for a action packed fantasy about a magical land called Terabithia, but what I got was an emotional tale about love and loss. Despite the fact that Terabithia was mentioned in the title, which would suggest that it would play a big role in the story, the story had next to nothing to do with Terabithia. Honestly, in my opinion the idea of Terabithia was really just a device that was used to bring Leslie and Jess together and to soften the content of the book.

Overall a good and controversial book that I would recommend to anyone who is ready for a serious read.


Tuesday, October 5, 2010

The Best Movie I Watched in September

I know the topic is The Best Book I Read in September but since I never got around to finishing reading any books (I know, sad, right?!), I thought instead I'd blog about The Best Movie I Watched in September which was...The Last Song!

I'd been wanting to see this movie the moment I heard it was being made. I read the book (part of it, anyway, I cried too much while reading it and couldn't bring myself to finish it!) by Nicholas Sparks (aka a totally swoon-worthy genius!) back in March and loved it and couldn't wait to see the movie.

I was a little skeptical about Miley Cyrus playing the main character Ronnie and wasn't sure if she could pull it off, and even though there were some times throughout the movie that she got on my nerves with all her moodiness, I thought she did really well for her first big, serious movie role (plus I loved her song When I Look at You and played it on repeat like ten times when I first heard it!) and her love interest Will? *Swoon* Plus, her little brother was super cute and her Dad? Wow, he rocks!

All in all, I give this movie five stars! I laughed, I cried (honestly, I came this close to flat out bawling!) and I adored the romance and the beachy setting. Really though, what this movie does is make you appreciate family that much more and reminds you to not take things for granted. Let's just say, that by the time your done watching this movie, all you'll want to do is give your Dad a great big hug, 'cause that's exactly what I wanted to do! (And I would have, except I was afraid that if I did, I would burst into tears-that's how much this movie got to me!) So, dear readers, go fourth, buy it, rent it, or borrow it, just watch this movie! You won't regret it! :)


Friday, October 1, 2010

Confessions of an Agriculture Lover

So, I haven't talked about agriculture a lot recently, so I thought I'd have some fun and do it today. After all, this week is confessions week on the INK SLINGER'S blog and my confessions are MANY when it comes to ag stuff so here it goes:

  1. I refer to myself as an aggie. Aggie is defined as a person who is in fact obsessed or other wise filled with an nearly unreasonable passion for activities that involve agriculture.
  2. I'm currently taking two soil classes. Yes, in misplaced soil. (Don't get any aggie started on the difference between dirt and soil. Trust me, loosing battle) The confessional part of that is that I really love it. I mean come on, it's dirt (or soil rather) simple right? No, not at all and that is what holds me spellbound, fascinated. How often do we not even consider how awesome the stuff beneath our feet is? Oh, sorry, there I go again. What can I say? Oh, right...see number 1.
  3. I instantly give a novel bonus points if it mentions something to do with agriculture. i.e. Beautiful Creatures mentions Future Farmers of America. HUGE points there, HUGE. 
  4.  I would much rather get my hands dirty doing something with agriculture than get a manicure. Bring on the greenhouses, horse stalls, and tractors!
  5. I feel claustrophobic when I can't see green living things. Like aliens you ask??? NO, as in grass, and flowers, and trees, and *sigh* fields of land. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing about the city. I'm even living in a city right now, sort of, it small but it counts in my book. My soul just needs the country, it's where I was born and where I always want to be. 
So, now you know some more about me. How about you? Have any aggie tenancies? I'd love to hear from you! Let me know in the comments.