A New Strive

"Jesus Walks"

“Jesus walks!” says the preacher to the congregation in a giant room. “He walks among us, inside us. He is in your heart, if only you would let him in. Peace awaits those who give their lives to God! Salvation is for the good. Who among us is not good?”

“Me!” yells a man amongst the crowd. “And you! And you!” yells the man as he points to the crowd, the preacher, and everyone on scene. “We are all sinners, and God wants none of us! You believe you’ve given your heart to Him? Lies! All lies!”

“Blasphemy!” responds the preacher. “God is for all!”

“Do you call God a whore?” The man’s face distorts in disgust, and the congregation stares at the silent preacher.

“Both of you know nothing,” a woman speaks up from the back, and all lend their eyes. “There is no god. For what god would force us into lives so terrible? A world so disgusting? With preachers so base? You know nothing of your ‘god’ because it simply doesn’t exist.”

“Surely, you jest!” the man and preacher yell in unison.

“Then you all refuse to give up your lies…” The woman shakes her head with a laugh. “All of you!” she speaks to the congregation. “Come with me if you wish for the truth!” And the congregation follows suit. They reach the doors only slightly before I rise up.

“Stop!” I yell. “Don’t listen to them!” I plead. “Think for yourselves! Don’t take their lead! A God can surely exist. There’s no fiction in that. These Christians may have it wrong and right, dichotomies only ruin fact.” Confusion sweeps the congregation and the preacher, man, and woman glare in anger. “From my point of view, it exists away from all of us. It can be any one of us, though far from perfect we are! Just look at the stars and listen to your heart! You’ll understand if you can reason with logic…” Silence sweeps them all before a murmur erupts.

“Liar…” says one. “Fake…” says another. “What a mess…” cries out a third. “I’m tired this!” scream the rest.

“C’mon!” yells the woman. “Let’s leave this fake to his lies!” And all follow, including the man and preacher alike. Alone, I am left. My loneliness masks my hurt. In a world full of believers and non-believers alike, there’s nothing worse than a moderate.

Fate drives me.

~Chris

Lonesome lies

"Loneliness" by H1lle

“COMforT;tRUth”

My feet climb stairs meant for gods.

Yet, I am nothing to worship.

This mind calls for theories beyond us.

Still, I have no real purpose.

“A shell of a man,” describes me too well.

Her lies tell an accurate tale.

Why must they still call me intelligent?

I’m no smarter than Romeo.

How can they still see light behind these eyes?

I call the sun my foe.

My world finds life as a true contradiction.

But they won’t let me die.

No! “Life” and love are praised in their eyes.

I still can’t understand why…

These fingers touch on a topic too soft.

But hearts are hard to me.

Both my eyes see a world that needs help.

Yet, they all want to be free.

Fate drives me.

~Chris

The curse of age

Photo by DanulenKal

Age is a fickle thing that can't help but come to us all at the most inopportune times. While at OSU, I hadn't really thought about it much. The biggest age gap between my peers and I was four years, at most, but such a difference seemed irrelevant. Coming back to Monroe, OH, the difference fluctuated, and suddenly I feel as if I'm the oldest. This next piece captures my mindset during the moment when I first realized this.

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"Graduating to a new view"

“For every action there is a reaction.” That’s what I mutter to myself. Insanity drenches my self-image as I attempt once more to console my mind about all of the things I’ve lost. Time passes by. I stare ahead. Friends wave goodbye. I wish myself dead. I’m growing up, in an ill-fated sort of way. Understanding it any other way just wouldn’t fit.

Eyes that once tempted my soul. Lips that once made me shy. Beauty that once made me quiver. “Once” is the key word, but no key fits a mind so wanting of a lock. The door is closed, and her heart is missing. No, not missing...Simply gone. Yes, gone...She gave it to that fellow sitting by her side. So comfortable is he that I can’t imagine this scene any other way. Still, I stare ahead.

People around me speak. “For every action there is a reaction,” I whisper back. Now, it is they who stare.

“What?” the closest asks.

“Nothing,” I respond with knowledge that they wouldn’t understand the quote. “Equivalent exchange” (or something of the like) is what we call it, but what equivalence is given for this insanity? “Save me,” I mutter to my savior, a thousand miles away. No doubt, she won’t hear; won’t care.

Still, she sits. Still, I stare. Time flows in its curved fashion regardless of either. Or is it because of both? Maturity has cursed my soul, and I stand to lose it all. So, I keep staring, keep muttering, and keep the hope that a reaction will be drawn.








Fate drives me.
~Chris

Too far

"Lust-filled Thoughts"

Slavery encapsulates this moment. Her hand lies under mine. Two hearts beat in sync. Sweet air wafts to and fro. Still I am a slave to her eyes, those dark eyes, as we stare at each other with sudden attraction.

A quiver shocks her lips as the slow seconds pass. Mine seem to mock the motion as I wait, unknowingly wanting something more. “Kiss me,” she says with the sweetest of smiles. Very briefly the picture of me committing the act flashes through my mind. Without commanding myself to do so, I lean forward. Our lips meet for the first time at the center of the space between us.

Minutes pass, or elongated seconds...my mind cannot distinguish the former from the latter. So delicate but firm, her lips thrill me in a novel way.

Suddenly her fingers move from beneath mine; she grabs my hand. My heart flutters continuously. I’ve never felt like this before. I’ve never felt this good before. Now she kisses me harder as she places my hand atop her breast. “Touch me,” she gives a breathy whisper between pleasurable assaults upon my lips. Once again I comply.

Air around us becomes still, unnoticeable. Her body squeezes hard against mine, my hand rubbing harder against her breast. A soft moan escapes her lips as she pulls away from my lips. She’s breathing hard, and I can hear each breath as her mouth nears my ears.

“Fuck me,” she whispers softly. But I stop. My hand leaves her breast. I pull my head back. Once again, I’m staring deep into her beautifully dark eyes. I see what she wants. If the words had not fled from her lips, the answer would have easily been shared through the look she gives me.

“No,” I say softly, catching my breath. Confusion fills her expression.

“Why not?” Disappointment saturates her tone.

“Some things shouldn’t be so easy. Waiting seems better than rushing,” I utter without thought. Now anger slowly engulfs her dark eyes.

“Fine! Be like that!” she yells before stomping out of the room in a fit of rage. My fingers touch my lips in attempt to feel once more the pleasure she had given me at the start. In my mind, I relive the short encounter once more.

Why couldn’t something so simple be enough?

Fate drives me.

~Chris

A reminiscent story

picture by auroille

After two weeks of sharing some heavy pieces, I thought I might share something happier. This shorter story comes directly from my life (translation: it's actually happened).

I'm starting a new project, which will definitely turn into something you all will love. So, expect news on it soon, as well as more awesomeness from Aulene and Alex in the future.

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In an open field we happily lie. Her heart beats softly as her body presses against mine. Stars in the sky shine brightly and make her visage glow beautifully. But, indeed, she's the only star I see tonight.

Her eyes are dark, like mine, but glow like flawed diamonds, more valuable than my life. I stare but can't seem to ignore my luck. "Why are you staring at me like that?" she asks with a giggle and, for a second, I'm stunned.

"Sorry..." I laugh nervously. "I couldn't help it." She snuggles closer to me; my heart races with the further touch of her elegant body.

"I don't know why," she speaks once more. "I'm not much to look at." In her words, a poison is held. Into the air, the poison spreads and the scene fades.

Where am I? She's no longer by my side. Who am I? My star is gone. What just happened? And reality comes back to this ill-fated world to balance happy thoughts once held.

Around me lies a dorm room, small and cluttered. In front of me stands a desk which hums with the vibration of a cell phone against its surface. I pick up the phone, knowing that my dreams have long fled. "There's just something about him..."  The message on the screen reads. "I can't let him go..."  She'd been my star years ago, but the light has faded from her touch.

"I'm sure things will work out if you keep trying." I type back. "Let your heart guide you."  Even in my optimism, the pessimism destroys my own heart as my mind cries out in anguish. What's happened? The past seems so impossible. Why did things change? The present feels terrible. I want her...I need her... But the future prevails with or without her.

As teenagers we'd let emotions carry us on radical winds. Now come the doldrums with ambiguous force; her actions have told me not to get involved once more. Heartache crushes me, but she's miles away and this dorm doesn't feel big enough for pity.

A vibration shocks my hand as I realize my grip on the phone. "I don't know Chris...I just don't fucking know..."  My heart pounds, but my fingers type neutrality.

"Tory, you'll be fine. Everything has a purpose."  And so my mind drifts back to her and I lying in the field as I ponder the purpose of such times ending. My chair creak as I lean back and stare into space. "Or maybe I'm only kidding myself," I state. "For what purpose should I love? Purposes evade my sight in the end..."

One more vibration brings me back. "I miss you."  The message reads, but my answer has always been implied. 




Fate drives me.
~Chris

End of round one

Aulene's taking a much-needed vacation, so I thought I might share a brand new piece with you in her stead. This piece is entirely a free-write, without edit, so judge it as you will.

photo by Racebabe

"Untitled"

"Climb to new heights."

"See the world anew."

"Instead of one, be two."

"Don't give in 'those nights.'"

I'm a boxer, fighting myself.

Not one thought's

been one I've bought.

I'm trapped as someone else. 

Round one starts here

where minds meet hate

Or maybe just lonely Fate.

But, still, I can't show fear. 

Exes from each corner.

Bitches from each state.

They rob me of a clean slate.

A new meaning's given to 'former.'

"You still love her, don't you?"

"Why'd you cause her pain?"

"Must you be so lame?

"Think she still 'loves' you too?"

Questions and thoughts come

like punches upon my jaw.

They judge regret like law.

Soon I'll be undone.

An insult I should've fought

comes, but I don't defend.

No, I only wish to make amend.

She must remind me of what I'm not.

"Think about who you are."

"Do you feel shame?"

"Why must she share the blame?"

Defeated thoughts never get me far.

~Chris

~APLIW

Flames eat tragedies

Flames by Venne

I know, I know....this piece is slightly dark. But, dark minds can be pretty good sometimes.

My intention here was to explore a different version of the story I presented last week. Go look at the other piece if you don't remember. The previous premise was a young man who was haunted by a girl he loved and was betrayed by. The same holds constant for this story. However, where the other man was in a calm state of agony, this one's in complete chaos. Additionally, the underlying want for a free life has been gutted and replaced with an insatiable need for the peace of death. 

"Insanity"

My fingers grasp the idea on my mind; they hold back the headache that she causes. The chair beneath me is comfy, but this air is suffocating. I grab a math book off of my desk and throw it at the wall to my left. It collides harshly and destroy some of my roommates valuables.
I yell out in frustration. Here come the tears, so hot and unwanted. She should’ve left me alone, but I still chased her. Always, I’m to blame. 

I yell out once more and fall out of my chair harshly. The ensuing pain can’t compare with the murderous affection of my thoughts. “Chris?” says my roommate’s voice from behind the front door. The doorknob jiggles but the diagonally turned lock allows neither exit nor entrance. “Let me in! I can help you!” He shouldn't care so much. After all, caring only leads to pain.

“No,” I state plainly before getting to my feet and throwing my chair across the room. Tears come harder than ever as my blurry eyes scan the room. One of my roommate’s lighters falls into sight. I pick it up. With a flick, an orange flame flickers to life. My finger goes to its center and the calming relief of burning flesh sends relief throughout my body. “This’ll work.” I smirk, my hand already on the door of the fridge.
“Chris!” He still tries to get through the door, but nothing will work. Fate drives this situation.
The fridge is open wide and I pull out a bottle of Absolut. Opening the bottle, my nostrils take a huge wiff before my mouth is granted a decent swig. No matter what I said, he had to keep bringing this shit into the room. Oh well. At least it’ll rid me of her...her....her! I yell out once more as I tear my shirt to shreds.
I pour a bit of the vodka on my desk, take another swig, and stuff a thin, long strip of my shirt into the bottle. With a flick of my thumb, I light the shirt ablaze. My mouth distorted into a devilish grin, I slam the bottle into my desk. Glass flies in multiple directions as the desk becomes soaked and the flame starts to catch. Unsatisfied, I flick my thumb again and put a new flame to spilled alcohol. This time, everything works as it should.
“What’s going on in there?!” My R.A. yells from outside the door. “Open up immediately!” The doorknob jiggles again before bodies start ramming into the door.
“Too late,” I whisper, insanity on my face. The flame has caught onto everything, and I close my eyes in anticipation of the second when my memories of her will die.

Fate drives me.

~Chris

And the Next Contest is....

Konnichiwa!!!!

Happy August 4th! Today is the day that I reveal the next of my glorious contests!!! But before I do, I must say that Chris will be at camp the next few days and will be unable to post his book review of An Clockwork Orange. So I will be holding down the fort until his return. With that said, lets get to the newest contest!!!

And the new contest is called.......

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Connecting The Parts!!!!

    Now I know you're thinking, what in the world could this mean? Well, this is a three part contest, each requiring a different prerequisite to move on to the next stage. The stages are named accordingly:

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  STAGE 1: Whose Quote is it Anyway?
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  STAGE 2: The Writer's Workshop
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  STAGE 3: Lining up The Pieces

Okay so first up will be Stage 1! In Stage 1 you will be tasked with finding who said a quote out of a list 35 qoutes I will hand out to you. You can use any source avaliable to you. Once you think you have found all of the woutes, you will email them to one of the email addresses I will hand out to you when the list is revealed, and if correct, you will receive a email telling you that you have moved on to Stage 2. If you haven't, then you will get a email telling you which ones are wrong. Stage 1 will continue until August 26th, or until we have 64 people with the correct answers. The list will be released August 9th at 7 p.m., so stay tuned until then!!!

~APLIW~

Quinton

Discussion 1: Paperback or Hardcover?

Konnichiwa!

This is the first ever discussion for the blog, and which will became a regular among the blog. So to start, lets kick things off with the Paperback versus Hardcover wars. Here are some of the best response:

Calvin from Monroe, Ohio: I think you should sell paperback for a little while. If people like it then you can sell hardcover once you make enough money.

Crysta from RoundRock, Texas: to start out, paperback because more people are inclined to buy paperbacks for books they've never read because they aren't as expensive. as it gets more popular is generally when hardbacks come out.

Erik from Monroe, Ohio: Hardcovers because they are easier to keep neat.

Bailey from Monroe, Ohio: Hardcovers because they will last longer.

Cindi from San Antonio, Texas: Papercovers becasue they are cheaper to sell and make.

Reegan from Monroe, Ohio: Hardcovers because they feel better in my hand.

Nathan Bransford, Literary Agent: There are advantages to both, as hardcovers will earn you alot more money, Feel better and if you bomb out, you could still could sell the book as a paperback. Paperbacks however are cheaper all the way around and many more countries buy paperback over hardcovers. I would say it depends on your goal, money(hardcover), second chance value(hardcover), or getting it out there fast(paperback).

Chris, Author of Bleeding Truth: Paperback is the way to go. Hardcover looks nice and will definitely last longer, but paperback generally has more appeal.

My Take: We had a lot of strong responses on this topic, with a lot of people siding with paperbacks over hardcovers. I am stuck in the middle as a customer and an author. I would have to say in the end however to go with paperback for your first book, that way you can gain a audience and if you get a big one, make most of the rest of your books in hardcovers. Also if you are doing a series of books, then the first book should always be in paperback, and if the series is good, the last in hardcover.

I would like to thank everyone who participated in the discussion, including those who's opinion wasn't voiced. I will be making this a regular post done by me, once a week on Mondays. Stay tuned for the remaining of the week, including tomorrow's secret s-, Ooops! Almost spilled the surprise! you'll just have to wait until tomorrow to find out the surprise. :)

Tuesday- ????

Wednesday - Exclusive Look into Pieces

Thursday - Story that started Lacrime

Friday - Questions with Quinton

Saturday - Contest Revealed!!!

~APLIW~

Quinton

Questions with Quinton(Friday Special)

Konnichiwa!

     So today will be my last post before I take my break, so I'll answer as many questions as I can to keep you updated. I got tons of them this week, So here goes the most recurring ones:

Will you go in depth with all our stories like you did with Bengal Road?

     Good question. I will if you ask me to, I was asked to see if I could find the similarities with Bengal Road, so I did. If you'd like me to do the same with yours, I would be more then happy to.

Is Terra the same person as Stella from your book?

     Stella is based off her yes. She's an excellent writer herself and is constantly helping me out. :)

I know I may be pushing it, but is Lacrime somehow connected to The Rey Saga? I read that post you put up and I found multiple things that could connect the two series.

     Very smart readers we got here. But that's knowledge for only me to know for now. ;)

What was your inspiration for writing?

     This one's easy. My biggest inspiration are my friends I have everywhere across the country. They are what allowed this story to be made, and shaped me into who I am today.

Do the characters in your book have powers? If so, what are they?

     Yes, I guess you could call them powers. Eleven of the characters have powers: Rey, Chloe, Darcy, Tim, Harper, Drake, Stella, Lyssa, Azazel, Alexander, and Blake. I won't reveal all of them, but what I will say is most of these characters will have you fooled on what their power is with the exception of Harper(Mind Reading) and Alexander(Supercomputer-like Memory). Rey's has already been revealed, you just don't know it.

What do you think of the US so far?

     I have mixed thoughts on them, as the U.S. don't show up until the second half, but are extremely dominant at that point. I really rather not talk bout it after that terrible call by the ref that cost them a victory, but when the U.S. is playing woth some urgency, they are unstoppable. I stick by my thought that they will get out of their group, but any higher then the semi-finals is a reach for me.

Will there be another contest?

     Yes indeed there will be. While I'm on break I'll be working on a new one that will be as challenging as the first one, but different in it's own way. Hopfully when I return it will be done. :D

How would we know which animal goes with what aspect in the book?

     Very good question. Each character will be wearing a piece of jewelry to represent their animal. Like for example, Azazel animal is a lion, so he has a necklace of a lion head around his neck. The Jewelry Set will be called.... *Spoiler Alert*. Sorry can't say, but you actually already know it. ;) The Set contains four necklaces, two rings, two bracelets and two anklets. (Subject to change.)

When are you coming back from break?

     As soon as I take care of Pieces parts 1 and 2, editing Bleeding Truth, getting caught up on summer school, and finishing band camp. That won't be until late July at the soonest, but I plan on making a few posts on days that I have time before band camp. When I return however, I will have Pieces part 1 along with the current prologue finished and connected to a special page just for you blog readers, a release date for the book, hopfully a new contest and pictures of the ten piece animal jewelry set in Pieces. Maybe even the finished Cover Art. :D


Well that's it's it folks! The last post for awhile, so be good to my man Chris, as he'll be running the show with Terra for a bit. This is mostly likely the last of my world cup posts, so good luck USA and South Africa, and let me be the first to wish you all a wonderful INdependence Day and remember, to live your life as if it were fiction, and always put life into words. ;)

~APLIW~

Quinton = GO USA!!!!!

Book Review: Airborn

Konnichiwa!

So it's time for the first ever book review for our blog!

Airborn

The book I will be reviewing is called Airborn. The first book in a series by Kenneth Oppel. This is the story of Matt Cruise, a sky-loving cabin boy aboard the luxury airship the Aurora. He lost his father at an early age, and therefore has to take this job in order to take care of his mother and sisters. However, He genuinely loves the ship and the being in the air, and even has a dream to attend the Airship Academy, a special airship school, in hopes of Captaining his own ship one day. Matt is one of those people who adventure flocks towards, so it's expected that one day when he's on crow nest duty, he spots a once thought to be lost hot-air balloon. Almost by himself, he manages to save the lost balloon and get onto the airship. On board he finds an injured old male pliot who is beyond saving. Before the man dies, he asks if Matt has seen "them". Confused, Matt lies, but is quickly called out for it by the injured pliot, and the man dies leaving Matt completely lost. But a year later, the granddaughter of this man arrives, attempting to pluck Matt knowledge of what "them" are, and takes them on the start of a wonderful adventure through beautiful lands, exotic animals, piracy and of course romance. Don't worry boys out there, this isn't anything like twilight. ;)

This book was very well done, and expertly written. Now I did feel like the story took awhile to pick up, but once I got into it, I couldn't put it down. Even after I finished it, I went back and reread the first few chapters. I love the amount of plot twists that he has placed in this series, catching you off guard and while also having saying, "OH! That makes sense now!". There is just one thing that have to say is the weakness in all of Kenneth Oppel's books, his characters. Now it's not so much he doesn't develop them, offer interesting background, or lack of diversity. With the exception of two of them(Mr. Vlad and Matt), they lack that "boom" factor. That indescribable factor that turns them from great to unforgettable. Despite this problem, the book is beyond worth reading and highly recommended. Chris will be handling the next book review, but it won't be for around a month. So I highly suggest you check this book out and give it a read, along with the other two books, Skybreaker and Starclimber. ;) My final post before break will be a Questions with Quinton post Friday evening. Send in any last second questions!

Plot: 9/10

Imagery: 10/10

Characters: 8/10

Climax: 9/10

Overall: 9.5/10 Great story and series

~APLIW~

Quinton = GO USA!!!!!

Progress Report

Konnichiwa!

     Okay okay to update on my books, I have finished typing up chapter 16, and am currently working on my second prologue for Pieces. I have only finshed a portion of Lacrime, and won't continue until much later.

Now to update on the site, I have now made Questions with Quinton daily, as well as increase the number I asnwer. Also We have a new author writing posts now named Terra. :) Lastly, Chris and I will be doing a new section for reviewing books for you guys to read, that I think you may find a liking too. We will grade them based off our own individual systems. I will kick things off this Thursday, giving me time to prepare what my system will look like... Have a fabulous Tuesday!

~APLIW~

Quinton = GO USA!!!!!

Questions With Quinton

Konnichiwa!

So guys I am getting enough questions to the point I will now make this a weekly post, so now you'll be getting questions from me every Sunday. XD Okay lets get on it!

Are you going to put up anything on manga?

     Well, manga is debatable on whether or not it is considered a true book. Although I myself read it, and since it does have a plot, setting, climax and all the other elements a book has, if I get enough requests I will consider doing it along side Chris and Tara if they thinks it would be okay.

Are you going to do another contest?

     Yes I will. Very soon in fact. I just need to get some things prepared and finish some work for my editors and summer school. It will probably be announced in July, but there's a chance you hear bout it until early August, as I have a camp from July 16-24.

So is The Rey Saga a trilogy or a tetralogy?

     It's now a Saga, which is a four book series. I think you might have meant a quadrilogy, though I'm unfamiliar with the correct term. I had to change it after the length of the first book hit over a thousand pages.

You should do a section where you review book for us to read!

     I'm very aware that this isn't a question, but It's a very good point. I might work with Chris to see if he would like to do something like that. If so, is there any books you would like us to review? If so, send an e-mail to Chris and I at brinque@msn.com and drquinton@hotmail.com and we'll see what we can do. It'll only be once a month however, as we still have books to write and other activities.

~APLIW~

Quinton - GO USA!!!!

New Blog Name!!!

Konnichiwa!!!!

So we will be changing the blog name to Life In Fiction, ans in a few weeks the web address will be changing from:
http://www.lifeputintowords2.blogspot.com/

to:

http://www.lifeinfiction.blogspot.com/

just to give you heads up! Peace guys!

~APLIW~

Quinton

Great Read of The Week

Happy May 13th!!!

To update what's up with my book, I have rewritten all the way to chapter 30 of 33. Now I'm working on typing it up. :) You can see teaser chapters of it at http://sites.google.com/site/thereysaga/pieces. I will also be putting up a few chapters and a cast list on here over the next few weeks, so stay posted. ;)

Alright, now today I'm going to being revealing a new section called "Great Read of the Week". This will be a weekly Thursday post, where me or Chris will reveal a book that some people may not heard of, but are actually really good.

The book I'm going to be talking about is The Seventh Tower. This is a six book series by Garth Nix. The story follows Tal, a 13-year old boy who lives in a world where the sun is blocked by a mysterious veil. Tal is a "chosen", someone who with the ability to control special shadows called "spiritshadows", that lives in the Castle, a place that is divided onto seven sectors, or towers, which are named after one of the colors of the raindow. Depending on the color, you are considered either higher or lower classed in society. In order of highest in power to lowest: Violet, Indigo, Blue, Green, Yellow, Orange, Red. Tal belongs to the orange order, thus giving his family almost no power in the castle. But one day, Tal finds himself grappling to discover the secret of his father's disappearance, and thus begins a journey where he will meet an evil once thought to be long gone and together with a barbaric outsider named Milla, will attempt to save the war from a inpending war and doom.

This is a great read, and I recommend you pick it up. The first book is "The Fall" for anyone intrigued!! Have a great day!

~APLIW~

Quinton

Pieces

Happy Sunday guys!

Since this is the base site for my trilogy, I guess I better post something about it. ^o^

Like's Chris's book, my book is also based off real life events, but not just mine but my friends as well. Thing is not everything that happened in the book is real as it is based on during the time of the 2012, but most of the book is made after the overall experiences of my closest friends and I.

Pieces is the story of Rey Ivory, a 17-year old junior in high-school, who has just moved to the town of Moreview, Ohio. Rey has moved his entire high school career and a good part of his middle school career, so in order to make friends he developed a talent to be able to read people's emotions and guess their thoughts, making him a natural at fixing any emotional problems. He only created the opposite scenario however, for everyone only outcasted him as freak. He then vowed to never reveal his talents to anyone, and never to call anyone a friend again, as he has no one he can trust.
He moves on through life ignoring emotions, looking for a reason to live, but in Moreview he discovers nine others who each have an problem of their own, and they all find comfort in one another, and despite constant denial, Rey began to finally reopen to this group. When the old field commander of Moreview's band Becca returns to find the chemistry, she asks Rey to dig and find the missing "piece" to each one of their lives. Rey is eventually convinced by his crush Harper, and by helping his new "acquaintences", slowly discovers the missing piece in himself.

But just as things seemed to being well, Azazel and Rey discover that their fathers have recieved a notice to reenter the marines in preparation a huge war that will begin on..... December 21st, 2012.

I'm still revising this book, but the overall story and pot is done and hopfullty will be released by the end of this year. The book is told from five different characters point of view. Hopfully you guys will like it. :) I'm going to go work on revising the book, so I'll see you guys later.

If you would like to post your story, then contact me or Chris and we will get in up there quickly.

~APLIW~

Quinton

Saying Hello

Hello guys! Quinton here, and happy April 25th!

I'll be the second blogger along with my friend Chris. I'm currently writing Pieces, the first book in my Rey Saga trilogy. I came up with this idea a few weeks ago while working on my website and surfing facebook. There, a friend tld me that Chris and I should start a blog for young writers like us and have them talk about their stories and make a interlinkable site for them. A lot like a club for aspiring authors. After about a week of thinking, I started to make this blog, and then bought it up to Chris, who loved the idea, and here we are. On this blog I will release information on my book, Chris on his book, Bleeding Truth, as we tell our life stories through these books and bring in other authors to talk about their works and experiences. As Chris said in the first post, we highly appreciate any advice that anyone may have to give. Also, to any young authors, feel free to contact us if you would like us to post information on your books or give information on your life story.