I have been drained of my instant-writer elixir...

Or, in other words, I gave up coffee for Lent.

And, besides a foggy head, I have actually been doing well in my story. Here are the stats:

BUT before that, for all you following newbies {It's okay to be a new follower} who:
1. Aren't quite sure who I am
2. Are scared of me already just be this little bit of post
3. Aren't sure what I'm talking about....

I am one of the older writing members who hasn't posted on here in a while because I gave up my story on here to work on my Nano which turned into a series. So basically, I write a lot on a story that doesn't get posted on here. Except for the little tid-bits I feed you guys. So.... ya.

Back to the stats on the second book:

• I just finished a ''good part'' {It was awkward for me to write, but I know people who will like it}
• 45 pages

• 8,602 word

 Anyway, I give small tiny tid-bit now, yes? Yes.

‘’Help has fallen,’’ Blinber gravely states, standing on top of the broken wardrobe. ‘’The wardrobe has broken, also, which is a first in our history. We were told the wardrobes would not brake, so let us take this as a sign to celebrate tonight and prepare to fight tomorrow!’’ Blinber says to the cheers of the creatures. 

Later gator. {For those of you who are interested, this is my blog: Click this and cheeze-its around the world shall be happy. CLICK IT!

I like Noelle Best {Sorry}

Hate to be blunt. But I say this with hopefully good reason:

 I like Noelle Best.

I don't mean to be picking favorites, but honestly. Nobody but the authors ever comment, except for Noelle. So Noelle? Count yourself my favorite.

Anyhow, I think fall has officially come. Why? For starters, ''my'' {yes, I own a grocery store. Did I mention? I'm also a giant hamster.} grocery store started selling apple cider. My mom bought some. I plan on drinking it all {I'm doing so now in a fancy wine glass. Quite enjoyable}.
But I'll stop my fall rant {for now...}. Enjoy some more of Glitches.

How did Cinnamon and I meet? Well, we were both outcasts. We both knew there was another world. We both remembered snatches of it. Together we were strong. She needs me {even if she doesn’t admit it}, and I need her.

       OK, maybe it wasn’t like that. It’s hard when you’re ‘’different’’. I tried telling others about what I remembered, but they laughed. One memorable teacher gave me the name of a hospital that ‘’helps kids like you’’. It was hard. Cinnamon could understand. It was like my life was a replay of her’s.

       ‘’We should get going,’’ I finally say. The sounds of tramping upstairs makes me nervous, but I always remind myself this is an old house. And it was a pretty one, too, before they killed it, I bitterly remind myself. ‘’Okay,’’ Cinnamon sniffles, looking up. ‘’Kate…’’ she says, her eyes growing large at whatever is behind me. I turn, expecting to be fooled. But I’m not. Instead, everything goes black, but not before I hear: ‘’You’ve been invited to dinner’’. 

Do thou not love it? Does it not bring sparkle to thy beautiful eyes? {sorry.}

Should I keep posting Glitches {I won't mind if you Internet scream at me for not posting any Protecters.}?

~Madeline

Glitches {Thank y'all!}

Ok, it's decided! It's Glitches {I liked ''You Promised'' slightly better, but that's okay. :)}! I know I'm going off of the Protecters, but I got to a boring part. And it still needs to be done. So I've been working on Glitches more than I should be {I have 5 current stories}, but I thought I should give y'all some more. Hopefully I left you hanging.

One year ago

‘’You Promised’’

It didn’t happen like this. I swear. Everyday I lived without fear, only looking with pity at the poor souls who knew what would happen to them. But I was certain it wouldn’t happen to me. Because the man whom I never knew to tell a lie promised. But so much good that did. Would it all be easier for me to tell you? I suppose. It’s not a story which was weaved to tell, but humans weren’t made for lying. So here goes nothing:

       That man? He was my father. My protecter. The only family member I had left. My mother had been taken, and my sisters and brothers, too. But every month I was checked, they said I wasn’t ready. I was too fragile for ‘’that world’’.  When we watched my mother being taken away, he made a promise. ‘’Kate,’’ he said. ‘’I will never let you go. Remember that. Whatever happens, remember that.’’ Then he hugged me for a long time, and I felt like he would always keep that promise. He hid me, and things normal children need to grow strong he didn’t give me. ‘’They can’t take you if you aren’t healthy.’’ He never let me out. ‘’Playing will strengthen you,’’ he said, giving me a quick kiss and a chocolate. I had a thin and lean body frame, and perhaps that helped, also. I never grew much. I was short for my age, but Father always promised I’d be tall and beautiful like my mother one day. Well, it’s been 9 years, and nothing has happened. My hair is thick, but whether I liked it or not my eyes burn angerly. Nobody would want to play with me, anyhow. I seem to be the image of despicable.

       There’s a beast. One that’s slimy, and rather like an octopus. It lives above the main control room of the Computer House. It’ll wrap a leg around your head, and you will be shocked. It’ll shout out an order, either ‘’next month’’ or ‘’he’s/she’s ready’’. There has never been any other order, that we know of. But nobody knows much about the Computer House. It’s the sort of book you put in History books, not the places you’d want to go.

       I was always to thin, or too short. Or just plain ‘ole not ready. But then there was a day. Father said I was getting prettier. True, I did get a few curious glances, but once they saw my eyes all curiousness vanished. It had chuckled and said, ‘’she looks about ready.’’ It wrapped It’s leg around my head, and my body shuddered. I fell to the ground, shaking. I thought I heard the door open. But maybe not. I was certain this wouldn’t be the month. All the other girls my age were much bigger. ‘’She’s ready. She’ll do as a pretty one,’’ It’s voice sounded out. I was roughly grabbed, and taken blind-folded to another room. The next step of being taken is being transformed. Where ever you go, you go with a job if you’re old enough. Or you’re prepared for your future job. For example, if you’re a McDonald cashier, you’ll need to be pretty. The humans whom have betrayed us will study you and write down what you’ll be on their clipboards. Then they’ll knock you out, and robots will transform you. Whether it’s just a new hair color of a whole new transformation, you’ll never know until the end of the job.

       Let me tell you one thing: it’s painful. When you get less done, it’s not as painful. Sadly, the humans seemed fit to change all of me. My red hair was replaced with carmel hair, my nose smaller, instant redish color to my lips, and my eyes were a mix of green, blue, gray and brown. Then they walk you down a hall, and into a room. The floor is tilted, and it sucks you down into a black hole. You won’t remember anything after that. But the funny thing is, I remembered everything.

‘’KATE!’’ I heard screaming coming up the stairs. I glanced around my all-purple room. Before I thought about anything, I thought, I’ve got to make this more of an teenager room. Besides, I am 14. Then I gasped at myself. Wasn’t I in the Other World just yesterday? I looked at myself in the mirror. I had changed. Things like this didn’t happen over night. I was taller, prettier, and as big as a 14 year old girl should be. ‘’Kate!’’ Mom’s voice came again. But wait . . .  wasn’t Mom dead? I rushed downstairs, and practically flew into Mom’s arms. ‘’I missed you,’’ I sighed. ‘’That’s nice,’’ Mom said, not hearing what I had said. I laughed. Mom looked at me, then handed me a frozen waffle. ‘’Sorry, hon, I’ve got to go. Job appointment,’’ Mom said, kissing me on my forehead.

       I couldn’t wrap my mind around it. Obviously something had changed. But I couldn’t remember what. Whatever I had remembered this morning, I could remember now. I spent all of English class thinking about it. ‘’Kate, if you refuse to listen to me, then I shall report you to the Principle!’’ My short, squeaky Effie-like {from the Hunger Games} squealed. She got up and started wagging a ruler at me. ‘’Now, what is Jane Austen’s most famous book!’’ Ms. Hurk asked, already turning away. ‘’Um… Emma?’’ I asked. ‘’WRONG!’’ Ms. Hurk squealed. She ran to the black board in her high heeled pumps. And so that was how I spent the rest of my year. Every day, listening to Ms. Hurk squealing on about something else. She never liked me. But perhaps that’s because she was a spy for one of them . . . wait, what was I talking about?

Six months ago…

An angry slash. In some ways, I could understand her. She was angry, obviously. The curtains were ripped off of their hooks, half of the wall paper ripped off, all the kitchen knives were gone, the books dropped out of their shelves and the book shelves dragged away, and practically anything of value was gone. ‘’I may have failed, but it doesn’t mean you can do this!’’ She looked like a punk rock star, with spiky dyed red hair, a spiked collar necklace, and ripped jeans with long black boots. ‘’You. Did you help them?’’ She asked angerly. ‘’C’mon, Cinnamon,’’ I say, slowly backing away. ‘’We weren’t supposed to turn out this way. They're angry. It’s okay,’’ I purr. ‘’It’s not!’’ Cinnamon bursts out. Cinnamon curls up with her knees to her chest, crying. It hurts me to see her like this. She has been strong, stronger than I, and it’s normally me when this happens. The families whom don’t know us take us in, and this is what happens. Every time. But it’s the cost for freedom. Only truly, how much of it do we have? 

This isn't the end of ''Six Months Ago...'', but it's all I got. I also don't want to pile you up with too much. How do you like it? :)

~Madeline 

P.S. Just so you know, I may be posting the whole story on here, as well as the Protecters. That's why I gave it it's own label.

Prologue to ''You Promised''/Glitches

First of all, read the prologue then tell me if it should be ''You Promised'' or Glitches. Second of all, The Protecters aren't doing much currently. They seem to be stuck in place. ;)

Prologue:

‘’I think she’s going to find out, the Glitches are coming… no, not the normal ones. The worst ones, Master,’’ a short, skinny boy of only 12 said. You couldn’t see it, but you knew it was there. Waiting for you. To pounce. To devour. A bit of slime drops down and lands on the girl’s shoulder. She’s careful not to shudder. It chuckles. ‘’Send her in deeper, then, I don’t care if she doesn’t come out,’’ it says, still laughing.

       ‘’She’s breaking connection. Send her in deeper. It’s orders,’’ a cool, female voice says. They all start typing furiously. The people between any age of 7-79. They stare at the screens, never taking their eyes off. ‘’It has been done, by It’s orders,’’ they all chant, and begin to type normally.

       Between these times, though, the carmel-haired girl is screaming. ‘’No, take me back! You told me this wouldn’t happen! You told me I wouldn’t disappear!’’ Her last drowning words were: ‘’you promised.’’

       The very words which could destroy a nation of perfectly programmed humans. 

What do you think? If it was a published and sold book, would you want to buy it/ read it just by reading the prologue? I don't care if you're a reader, guest, or an author, I want to know!! {That includes:

elf, pixies, Santa Claus,  tissue boxes, and chairs {did you know chairs kill more people than sharks do every year?!}

~Madeline

The Protecters

First of all, for those who are frustrated with all the posts:
Don't worry, once more people get into the grove of school it'll die down. :)

Second of all, I didn't finish the chapter in the post before, so it's going to be the end of the last one and the start of the second. ;) Sorry if that confuses you.

But it’s good not to dwell on that. Ha, I sound like a bitter old grandma. Let’s just get back to the story.

We were there in an instant. Within a blink of an eye, the roads transported us above ground. I stuck my arm out of the window, enjoying the warmth on the sun on my skin. ‘’Just because you have a cat suit doesn’t mean you need to act like one,’’ grouchy Chrissy said. ‘’Just because you are grouchy doesn’t mean you need to act like one,’’ I spat back, frowning. Chrissy was always like this, or at least around me. Once I heard her laughing with everybody else, but that was before I joined. She had tried to lose me when we were in Egypt, which plainly showed her dislike for me when I came back.

‘’Where are we going?’’ Jack asked, breaking me out of my trance. ‘’8^th Avenue, West Wall, four blocks down, to the right. Barge into the gate, or get little miss catty to get it open for us,’’ Chrissy snarled, looking perfect in her Greek goddess outfit. ‘’No, that’ll be fine. I’m sure, if anybody can, I’ll get it open,’’ I say. Liam sighs and throws potato chips at us. ‘’Stop! Or feel the wrath of BATMAN!’’ He screams, closing his eyes. ‘’Oh, Gosh no,’’ Chrissy says sarcastically. She ducks under the curtain that is covering the girls’ room. The only time Chrissy and I have ever ‘’bonded’’ is when we decided to hide candy there {it’s a no-boys zone}.

The Blue Moon stops abruptly at an newly built house, still reeking with the smell of paint. ‘’Do your magic,’’ Jack says, pushing me out.

My senses tell me what to do first: climb the gate. Iron – it’ll hold me. Wicker – harder to find foot holes. Never the less, I tell myself, it’ll be easy. I climb determinedly up the wall; only once or twice to I falter.

The gate is high up, and it takes me a good half hour to even reach the half point. I place my foot in a foot hole, only to lose it. I am left, dangling, with only one hand on the gate. My muscles are screaming, and my mind is burning with a single thought:

I am going to fall.

          CHAPTER TWO: LILLIAN: {RETIRING RICH IS WORTH SOMETHING, AFTER ALL}:

‘’Here, grab this,’’ a husky, male voice says, sending a rope sliding. I clutch to it. ‘’Thanks, and um… who are you?’’ I mumble. Either he doesn’t hear, or he pretends not to. He drags me up, and I settle on the slender top of the gate like only a cat would. ‘’I never imagined robbers to look like cats,’’ he says in a quaint, quite voice. I felt like pushing him off. ‘’Never mind, only how do we get down?’’ I ask. ‘’Oh no, that would never do. Introductions first, if you don’t mind. I am Robert Downey Jr., the third,’’ he says, trying hard to bow.

If you’re wondering what I was wondering: Does Robert Downey Jr. time travel, too? No, we, or at least, I, were wrong. He had grayish blueish eyes, and dark black hair. But that supplies us with the question: How much of a jr. is Robert Downey Jr. {the famous one}? Never mind. Back to the story.

‘’I’m Queen Elizabeth, future queen of England. Let’s move on, shall we?’’ I say, not bothering to curtsy. ‘’Fine, but I believe girls shouldn’t make it obvious they haven’t had any schooling!’’ Robert says, waving his hands wildly in the air to prove his point. To his mistake. He plummets down to the ground, screaming ‘’I hide the money under the…’’ 

Apparently I'm not the only 'slightly' sarcastic one, after all. ;)

~Madeline