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ADELA ARTHUR and the CREATOR’s CLOCK

by Judyann McCole
About The Author:   Judyann McCole Is…Roman Catholic   A lover of Books, Florence + Machine, The color Teal, Asian Food, Chocolate, Pandas, and The Rain.   Also A fan of writing in odd places like in bathtubs, under staircases, in a tree, or maybe zoo.   I was born in Montreal, Canada and a few years later my parents moved home to the States where I’m currently attending College.   I don’t know why I never thought about writing. As I was searching for a niche in everything else I was also writing stories about a girl searching for where she belongs and people my age going on wild adventures. One day a teacher of mine, Ms. E. McAllen, asked me what I loved to do and it finally hit me. I love being a storyteller. But I was afraid no one would want, or care to read what I had to say. Until another teacher, Ms. K. Cole gave me the pep talk that changed my life.  

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aaandcc.v1-FinalBook Genre: Young adult fantasy
AGE: 13 up
Publisher: Self-Published
Release Date: July 26th, 2013  
Book Synopsis:   To Who Ever This May Concern;   I wish I could tell you the contents of this book were purely fictional. That I, Adela Arthur, was just a normal sixteen year old from Portland and that dragons, giants, elves and mermaids were just myths. I wish these were legends shared from crazy old grandparents to crazy old grandparents around campfires. After all, that is what I used to believe.   I never would have thought they lived on the other side of our mirrors in a world called Cielieu. But they do…   I never would have thought there were humans, better known as Volsin that lived among them with the ability to create light from a single thought. But there are…   I never would have thought I was one of them… But I am…   I am the last Arthur and I was brought to the human world after a Volsin, filled with greed, began to strip the light from our kind.   The human world was supposed to be a safe haven… but he’s found us and the only way to stop him is to go back to Cielieu and begin training as a student in the Elpida Castle of Light.   Like I said I wish the contents of this book were purely fictional and not my life…   ADELA ARTHUR  

Preface

S he ran because she had no other choice. She feared what would happen if she dared to stop. There was no time to think. There was barely any time for her to breathe. On her broken ankle, she ran. With her bruised arms, she ran. With her bleeding sides, she ran because she knew today was the day she was meant to die. Her bare feet, covered with everything from wet dirt to dried, dead leaves to cold ice, took her farther into the forest. She jumped over the dark fallen log, not caring that the bottom of her pants snagged on the tip of it. She went on, running deeper, running faster, trying not to think. Thinking would stop her. Thinking would make her want to survive. Thinking would cause her to fight, and today she could not fight. She heard the screeches; she had seen their dark eyes. They were confirming what she already knew in her heart to be true. Today was the day she was meant to die. Snow fell gently on her like small glimpses of hope. She loved the snow. But even today it, too, was against her. It knew. It blanketed the ground and froze her to her core. She slowed, but she didn’t stop running. Slowing was a mistake, though. Now she could feel the fatigue as it crept up inside her. She could feel the pain as it came into her ankle like burning knives slicing away at her. As the screeches rang through the forest, they too chilled her. Whether she slowed or not, she was meant to die today. However, she had one choice, one option. What was to be her final ground? She had the choice of where she could die and it wasn’t going to be here. It wasn’t going to be in the depths of the dark forest. It would not be fatigue, or hunger, or even the evil creatures that dwelled inside that forest. She couldn’t die here. It wasn’t good enough. She ran, but again her pace slowed. What a fatal flaw that was, for now she tripped over the root of a skillful hidden tree. Her body hit the iced-over, snow-covered ground, adding even more injuries to her collection. She touched her lip; seeing her blood on her hands shocked her, stilling her. She was bleeding everywhere, but for some reason that blood was what stilled her. That was her final fatal flaw because now she stopped running. Running had calmed her and now that was gone. A dry sob broke through her lips before the tears came. They broke so quickly they burned, blinding her. She could think now. She knew to what her actions would lead. She knew she could hurt them all. But it had to be done; it was the only thing left to do. They would hate her. They wouldn’t understand. They would have told her there was another way, but there wasn’t. There just wasn’t. They wished for it to be innocent, clean, easy—but it couldn’t be. She knew there wasn’t another way. They knew there wasn’t another way. But they hoped, they prayed, but most of all, they feared. That they too were like her, that they too were only prolonging their agony. It wasn’t always like this. I promise you it wasn’t always like this. There use to be laughter and harmony, absolute and unfathomable harmony. They wanted that back. They needed that back. So she had to die today. She heard it. She heard his foot upon the snow. Lifting herself from the ground with great ease, for she no longer hurt, she turned to him, all the anger in the world directed at him. He—with handsome red eyes and blond hair—he was the reason she would die today. I am not sure if you are the most reckless girl I have ever met or the wisest.” His soft, gentle voice rang out—his voice never much higher than a whisper. It was a deceiving voice. It was the voice of a friend, a brother, a father; it was a voice of someone who cared. This you won’t win. Haven’t you heard? Light always wins. You scare and you terrify, but in the end light always wins. So you are the most reckless man I have ever met, for trying to do the same thing so many others have tried and failed to do,” she told him through her own tears. He simply circled her before speaking again. “Now who lied to you, my dear? There is no such thing as failure. I have simply discovered ways that did not work.” She looked forward, not speaking to the man behind her. There was no point wasting the few precious breaths she had left. Her tears flowed from her eyes, rolling down her cheeks like miniature waterfalls. He was the reason she would die today. How tragic it is that you will not be alive for me to impart such a lesson upon you.” That was the last thing she heard before the darkness came. She hoped; she truly hoped she did not die today for nothing.  

 

The Fantasy of Meeting Deadlines with guest blogger Mona Darling author of Glitter

The Fantasy of Meeting Deadlines with guest blogger Mona Darling author of Glitter

  As I’m guest blogging for Where Fantasy Meets Reality, I would like to talk about my fantasy of meeting deadlines. I’ve always been the kind of person who waits until the last minute, then works all night to meet a deadline. Now that I have a four year old, this is not always possible and has recently lead to a rash of apologies on my part.

  Enter, life hacking. My iPhone is now the boss of me. Since technology is generally the reason I’m overwhelmed, over extended and stressed, I’ve decided to start using it to help manage my time and projects. These are my top three favorite life hacks at the moment.

  Evernote (https://evernote.com). I’m not sure how I survived without this before. I had tinkered with it, but recently have started to delve into the possibilities. I now have a running todo list on there, as well as a list of writing topics. Any time I get a minute, I can log in with my phone, iPad or computer and easily add notes that are instantly synced. Having everything in one place has saved me hours of time looking for things I need. I even have separate lists for movies, books and web sites that I want to check out so when I do get a moment to myself, I don’t have to spend the entire time looking for those things, only to realize once I find it, that I no longer have time to read/watch or explore it.

  Evernote (https://evernote.com). I’m not sure how I survived without this before. I had tinkered with it, but recently have started to delve into the possibilities. I now have a running todo list on there, as well as a list of writing topics. Any time I get a minute, I can log in with my phone, iPad or computer and easily add notes that are instantly synced. Having everything in one place has saved me hours of time looking for things I need. I even have separate lists for movies, books and web sites that I want to check out so when I do get a moment to myself, I don’t have to spend the entire time looking for those things, only to realize once I find it, that I no longer have time to read/watch or explore it.

  IFTTT (https://ifttt.com) This is a must. Any web app can be hooked up to any other web app. The possibilities are endless. IFTTT automatically saves all of my instagrams to Dropbox. Every time I find a news story/recipe/project that I want to check out later – I email it to Evernote and tag it so that it goes in the proper folder. I set up craigslist/etsy/ebay searches that notify you when things I’m looking for are listed. These are examples that are super easy to do without IFFT, but if I use IFTTT you’re less likely to accidentally waste and entire evening on Etsy/Craigslist/Pinterest. Or is that just me?

  Donna (http://don.na) This app manages my calendar and tells me when I need to leave for appointments and how long it’s going to take to get there. It seems simple, but knowing she will ping me when it’s time to pick my son up at school or leave for a Dr’s appointment and how long its going to take to get somewhere means that I don’t keep looking up at the clock and helps me get lost in my writing. I have also been using her to remind me of deadlines. I can set an appointment with myself to work on a big project every Friday, and she pops up and reminds me. That way when the big project I had six weeks to work on it due, I have actually DONE something on it. I also love that she gives me a little alert at 9pm every evening to tell me how many appointments I have the next day and when the first one starts and tells me to relax and enjoy the day when I don’t have any. I think on of the reasons this app helps me so much is that if I give it all the right information, she will manage my time for me, which forces me to actually take the 30 seconds to cut and paste the address into the location when I make an appointment rather then just assuming I’ll be able to find the location when I need it. She’s sort of made me a calendar geek.

  I know there are other apps out there. I’ve known about them for ages, but just started using them. Please tell me about your favorite life hacker apps!

Glitter
by Mona Darling
About The Author:
Mona Darling aka Dead Cow Girl, spent close to twenty years as an A-list professional dominatrix before becoming a D-list mommy blogger. After spending many years traveling the world being told that she is fabulous, she now spends her days being told she doesn’t drive fast enough by her three-year-old son.
Dead Cow Girl was a nickname she received in grade school after a humiliating morning involving a mobile butcher and a school bus. She chose to use that name to reclaim the part of her that spent much of her childhood red-faced with shame, embarrassed for her unique childhood. She also likes it because it is readily available on nearly every social media platform.
She writes, sporadically, about food, sex and toddler-related mayhem at DeadCowGirl.com.
Genre: Women’s Studies

Publisher:Darling Propaganda LLC
Release Date: Feb 2013
Book Description:
Glitter is about the female sexual experience, which contrary to what the media would have you believe, is not all bubble baths and chick flicks.

Women are constantly judged as slutty, or uptight, but the reality is somewhere in between those two, and sometimes, nowhere near either. We have secret shames and private desires and we all feel we are the only one.

We are good church-going girls with a fondness for the paddle, PTA moms who hire escorts, feminists who like to bottom in the bedroom, slutty virgins, bi-curious married laddies and women with a past. We are gay, straight, and undecided.

We are all over the map, and we are amazing.