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Chapter Twenty Eight

Wow, this is the last chapter to The Ringmaster story! I can’t really believe it, I never expected this story to end, much less the way I ended it… It kind of wrote itself but I  like the way it turned out, and I hope you all like it too!

And there will be an epilogue after this, to clear up some loose ends and whatnot.

Well, on to the story! 

“I don’t know what to believe…” I muttered.

“Don’t believe anything then.” Came the simple reply, one that I wasn’t expecting.

I looked up at my brother, “What?”

Cameron took a step closer to me, “Being a Ringmaster was your choice wasn’t it? They didn’t force you to become a Ringmaster and they can’t force you to stay one. Just leave it all behind. You can do that.”

I stared at him, searching for any deceit, but I found none, “What would I do if I left?”

“You could come with me. Together, we could take down the Ringmasters!” Excitement leaped into his eyes, “We’ll burn them to the ground, you and me. Think about it!” And just as the excitement came, it left, replaced with a frightening expression, one that craved destruction and pain.

It hit me suddenly and I knew what to do, “No.” I said.

There was a pause, “Why not?” Cameron whispered, “Do you not believe me? I’m not lying! The Ringmasters are horrible people!”

“Not all of them, there are so many good people in that camp, you want to kill everyone!” I cried, “I believe you because, so far, you’re the only person who’s been straightforward with me. But I don’t want you to kill everyone- at least, the ones who don’t deserve to die!”

“Oh well! You’re too late to stop me!” His sudden shout startled me, from his pocket, Cameron pulled a small cell phone out, “Look at this, do you know how much damage I could cause with just one call? There’s a bomb down there, I just need to send a call to the detonator, and everyone downstairs dies! What can you do about that?” He screamed, waving the cell phone around wildly.

But before he could do anything, a loud bang cut him off. Both our heads swung in the direction of the noise, and to the door lying on the ground. A figure stood in the doorway and stepping into the room, “General.” A soothing voice floated from the person.

They walked into the glow of the dim lamp, “Mason!” I cried, recognizing the handsome boy, “You woke up!”

“Yes, and let me tell you, it was not easy getting here. I had a lot to take care of,” he gestured past the fallen door and to the hallway behind it; scattered all over the ground were piles of bodies, “They got in my way.” He explained simply.

“Are- are they dead?” I whispered.

“No, I just knocked them out. I’m not a killer.”

Our conversation was cut off by my brother’s crazed shout, “Shut up! I can kill all of your friends down there! Do you want that to happen?”

Mason turned a calm gaze to Cameron, “Fine, do it.”

Without thinking, I grabbed his arm, “What the hell are you doing?” I demanded, “Do you want everyone to die?” I dug my nails into his skin, what am I doing? Getting so angry, it’s not like me…

A cool hand touched my cheek, snapping me out of my thoughts, “Alison, you haven’t been with these Ringmasters for as long as I have, you don’t understand. The General- Cameron- he’s right. The Ringmasters have been around for too long, they need to go.” Mason said, tilting my head up to look at him, “Just believe me.”

“Everyone’s going to die. Mr. Clark, Derrick, Emily- everyone. My parents” I said slowly, unable to process what was being told to me.

Cameron interrupted, “They don’t have the right to be called your parents! They kicked their first child out onto the street and lied to you for fifteen years! They deserve to die!” The more he was kept waiting, the crazier he seemed to get, and Mason knew it too.

“He’s right, Allie. You didn’t even know them, the real them. How can you defend them to easily? Let them die.

“Erica wasn’t your real friend, it was another mission, you were just a mission to her.” Mason’s harsh words stabbed my heart, but I felt the truth behind them.

“Alright,” I said, breaking away from Mason’s grasp and releasing his arm, “But wait,” I closed the gap between me and Cameron and gripped his hand that held the phone, “I’ll do it.”

His pale lips tightened into a twisted smirk as he handed the cell to me. It was a simple phone that flipped up, the number was already entered and all I had to do was press the dial button- I didn’t hesitate. Jamming the button with my finger, a loud ring rang out from the phone before cutting off abruptly.

“Let’s go.” Cameron said, grabbing my arm and pulling me to the far corner of the room, “When that bomb goes off, in about ten minutes, everything will collapse. If we don’t get out of here, then we’ll go down with the building.

“But I have a helicopter. It’s waiting for us up those stairs,” He gestured to a staircase, that I hadn’t noticed before, covered by the shadows.

A strong arm wrapped around my waist and I saw Mason standing above me, he didn’t say anything just pull me towards the stairs. The three of us walked up in silence, the curving stairs only ended at an unlocked door.

My brother hadn’t lied, outside, there was a helicopter, its blades already spinning and a loud droning from the engine.

Mason released me at the door of the helicopter, “Alison, get in, I need to do something.” He said.

“What is it? The building’s going to blow up in a few minutes. Can’t it wait until after we get out of here?” I asked, worried about his request.

“No, I need to take care of it here. It’ll be fine.” He flashed me a comforting smile before turning around to my brother, who’d just emerged from the door.

It happened so quickly; Mason summoned his gun, and with a quick bang, a bullet buried itself into my brother’s chest. And, as he fell, Mason was there, crouching to catch his body. Bright red blood quickly spread, covering Cameron’s shirt and Mason’s arms.

My ears rung as I sat, paralyzed in my seat. I couldn’t move no matter how much I silently screamed at myself. I could just watch the scene play out.

Mason’s head was bent over Cameron and it seemed like he was speaking to Cameron. Slowly, I saw Mason’s hand, the one that held the gun, point itself again at the other’s chest, my brother watching his every move with dying eyes. With a slight nod of his head, Cameron seemed to tell him something.

Another shot rang out from the gun

Everything around me was muffled, but two screams managed to pierce through the fog in my brain. One from my mouth and one from my brother’s. The cries snapped me out of my daze and I gasped loudly, scrambling out of my seat on the helicopter and running to the two.

Cameron’s legs kicked out just as I neared him. And when I crouched down next to his body, the life left his eyes, leaving them dull, but at the same time, at peace.

“Allie…” Mason started, but I cut him off with a sharp look. Working as quickly as I could, I rearranged my, now dead, brother’s body- crossing his arms over his bloody chest, and straightening his cold body. I gently closed his eyes and, content with my work, I stood up and wiped my blood-covered hands on my jeans. I looked at my brother’s body for the last time before turning around to the helicopter without a word.

I slid to the other side of the helicopter and Mason took the seat next to me, we buckled out seatbelts and put our helmets on without speaking. I nodded to the pilot to take off, who lifted us into the air to take us to a random place.

We were in the air for a minute before I heard a loud explosion behind us, I craned my head to look out the window behind us and gasped. The entire building was crumbling to pieces, while fire licked at the falling rubble. The roof we were just on was falling apart, while fire raged everywhere. I looked for my brother’s body, scanning the collapsing roof for any sign of my brother’s body, but blurriness in my eyes stopped me.

When I lifted a hand to rub away the haze, I felt tears run down my face, “What…” I muttered, breaking the silence.

Mason had been watching me and he finally tugged at my helmet to turn my face away from the window to look at him, “It’s okay.” He whispered softly, pulling me into a hug, “You’ll be okay…” He kept repeating those words until the helicopter landed onto firm ground.

What happened after that, I don’t remember, Mason told me later that I fainted from exhaustion and lack of sleep so he took me to a park bench, and that’s where I woke up, a few hours later. He even managed to shoplift some food, while I slept, which I wolfed down in a matter of seconds, eager to fill my empty stomach.

“So, what now?” I asked, leaning into his shoulder while we watched the sunset.

Mason looked down at me with a carefree smile, “Who knows?” He shrugged, sliding an arm around my shoulders and pulled me even closer, “Let’s just go with it…” at that, he leaned towards me, so close our lips almost touched, “We can do whatever we want, you know,” he muttered, his lips barely moving, but still nearing mine, “We could start a new life.”

A small smile made it’s way across my mouth, “That sound perfect.” I said, falling forward, quickly closing the distance between our mouths.

My lips found his soft ones and fireworks exploded in the pit of my stomach. After what felt like forever, Mason pulled back, “Absolutely perfect.” He whispered into my ear, sending shivers down my spine as he pulled me into a hug.

There is it folks, the last chapter to The Ringmaster! I’m probably going to publish this story, but it definitely needs to be revised and edited first. But I do hope you all enjoyed it and thanks so much for reading!

Summer Makes Me Lazy

Summer. I love that word, well, I love it and hate it. I love it because it means I can sit around the house and do nothing all day. I hate it because it means I can sit around the house and do nothing all day. Do you see what I’m getting at? I can’t even bring myself to write a chapter of anything so far. I just watch Elementary (my new favorite show) with my mom and doodle, if I can find the energy to even do that much.

I did managed to pick up a Sharpie today, I attacked my backpack with it, and I must say, it looks pretty good.

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It looks like it’s been tattooed…

So, what have you been doing this summer? Tweet it to me at: @MonkeyFaith or tell me on my Facebook page: The Writing Monkey

A Bit of Sammy Lee… and Faith Kim!

So, there are a few things I haven’t been keeping up with, to start:

1. My YouTube videos (I just started making them a few weeks ago)

2. The Ringmaster (I have writers block, yikes.)

3. My summer work (Mom, stop giving me work to do!)

4. The Extras Book 2 (Where do I even begin with that one?)

5… actually, there’s a lot of things I haven’t kept up with- I don’t know why I even started this list.

To cross one thing off this list that seems to go on forever, I made some YouTube videos. More specifically, Sammy Lee Video Diaries and a few videos of just me. If you want to watch them here they are:

Sammy Lee- Video Diary 3:

Sammy Lee- Video Diary 4:

Things I Do Instead Of Homework (aside from making videos):

Five Facts About Me:

If you like what you see, please subscribe to my channel, thewritingmonkey, and like the video if you have a YouTube account!

Sweet Summer Fun

It’s finally summer break! Which, to me, translates into sunny days, sleeping, really dark tans, and sweets. My sweet tooth takes over every summer and I go on a rampage looking for anything and everything sweet. And even if it is already covered in sugar, I’ll probably look for more sugar to put on it.

Take this morning for example- my ever so wonderful mother had made cinnamon buns (from scratch I might add!) and told me, “You can eat them for breakfast, there’s already icing on them, but if you want more, there’s icing in a big bowl in the fridge.” Honestly, she shouldn’t have told me about the icing because the instant she stepped away, I raced to the kitchen and drowned my cinnamon buns in even more icing. Literally. The cinnamon buns were floating in a puddle of sweet icing goodness. And I ate every last delicious bit.

Many of you reading this are probably thinking that I’m crazy for eating all of that… and I bet I am. I’ve always had an appetite for anything sugary, even as a baby, I once got a cup of just whipped cream from Starbucks. Surprisingly, I’ve never, ever had a cavity in my life! Why, do you ask? Well, not even I can answer that question. You know the rule, after you brush your teeth at night, you’re not allowed to eat anything afterwards? I never followed that rule… when I was really young, I used to keep a small wooden box under my pillow, and inside, you could find packages of gummy bears, Jolly Ranchers, lollipops, and everything else in between. I would only eat it at night after my parents thought I went to sleep, I called it midnight snacking.

Either way, my sweet obsession has been with me since I was very young and I don’t think it’s going to kick the can anytime soon, which I can live with. And because I have my own money to spend, that means more candy for me! Maybe this will be the summer I get my first cavity…

Chapter Twenty Seven

As I came back to reality, back from the General’s- my brother’s- memory, I saw his face loom into my realm of vision. I made a choked noise and scrambled out of his grasp, “You!” I cried, pointing at him with a shaking finger, “No, no, you can’t be…” I had thrown myself into the corner of the soft wall and was huddled with my legs pressed firmly into my heaving chest.

Mild surprise crossed his face and he tried to take a step closer to me, to which I screamed, “Don’t come any closer, you- you monster!”

Full on shock rushed across his features, “I’m not a monster!” He exclaimed, but he remained rooted in place and didn’t come any closer, “Alison, don’t you see? I’ve done this all for you! I attacked the Ringmaster camp because you weren’t safe in there! I was trying to find you to save you from the Ringmasters! They’re evil, they’ll use your powers for their own benefit without any consideration to you! They were going to kick me out, our parents were going to kick their son out because they said that I was ‘preaching’ the wrong ideas!

“What kind of parents would kick their own son out of their organization because he believed in something else? They’ll use your power and when you can’t possibly work any longer, they’ll throw you out. That’s what they were doing to me, I was slowly losing my powers and I knew they were going to throw me out, so I did the only thing to save myself; I faked my own death then became known as the General, keeping my real name a secret. I didn’t want anyone to know that I was the kid who died in the fire.” The General- or should I call him Cameron- explained in a rush.

I was still glaring at him from the corner but I felt compelled to believe him, “I saw your memory, Cameron. I saw you talk to the Reaper, before killing it. You were already its master before you faked your death.”

He nodded, “Yes, it was through the Reapers that I found out that my parents were planning to throw me out. At the time, the Reapers were peaceful creatures- well, kind of peaceful, they lived alongside the Ringmasters and planned with them. My- our parents decided that my way of thinking wasn’t to be allowed and I was poisoning the others with it, so, they were going to punish me for it. But I had managed to change the Reapers’ way of thinking, they were now on my side.

“They told me what our parents were going to do, so I had to make my move. You see, Alison, this hideout is actually inside the Ringmaster camp, if I were to be kicked out, I would be banned from entering and I didn’t want to go through the hassle of finding a new hideout. Now, if I were dead to the Ringmasters, they wouldn’t ban me, I mean, what’s the point of banning a so-called dead person? It worked perfectly and everyone fell for it! Tada!” He threw his arms out to emphasize his point.

“What about Jessica?” I asked, and his smile curled downwards.

“I couldn’t bring her along, no matter how much I wanted to, she wouldn’t have been able to handle it and there was always the possibility that she could run back to her Ringmaster friends and spill everything. No, I couldn’t have that happen, so I left her. Some things just aren’t meant to be.” Cameron sighed heavily.

“Then why are you telling me this?” I asked slowly, “I have Ringmaster friends too, I can always run back and tell them exactly what you just told me. And I can tell them that you’re really alive too!”

At that, Cameron just smirked, “But are they really your friends?”

I hesitated, not really sure how to answer, so he went on, “They forged your memories of Erica and Mason, you don’t really know who they are. They were sent to protect you and almost failed, did you see that rush to get you out of there? Insane! But no, they aren’t your friends, the memories you have going to the amusement parks, carnivals, even just hanging out, those are all fake! Fake, fake, fake! So, again, I’ll ask you, are they really your friends?”

My breath caught in my throat and I couldn’t speak, “Alison, do you know the other reason why I attacked the Ringmaster camp? Oh, I’ll tell you! It was to find you. Our parents had recently given birth to you, you were so cute! With your big eyes and chubby hands, I could’ve played with you all day! But never mind that, I knew what your fate was, just like every Ringmaster in that hellhold, you were to use your powers to the maximum extent and when you were completely drained, they were going to throw you out.

“So, just like any protective older brother, I set to work, planning my way to save you, I had the Reapers build those giant robots, and soon there was enough to form an army. And that’s what we called them, the Army, and I was the General.

“When we attacked, it was supposed to be quick, burn the forest to create a distraction and then snatch you. It’ll look like an attack against the Ringmaster government, considering the fact our parents were apart of the Ringmaster Official group-”

Quickly, I cut him off, “Wait. Our parents are Officials?”

He nodded, “Yeah, I think you did see mom when you woke up downstairs? She was wearing that dull white sweatshirt. And you thought she was just a regular person, nope. Mom is an Official and guess who dad is! He’s the lead Ringmaster! The head honcho, the master, the top, number one! Whatever you want to call him.

“Now, you’re probably wondering, ‘if mommy and daddy are so powerful, why didn’t I just stay here in the Ringmaster camp? Why did I get sent away?’ Well, I’ll tell you why; even though we didn’t get you during our attack, we did scare our parents, enough to be worried about your safety, so they sent you away, somewhere I couldn’t find you. But I did, I found out where they kept you.

“With the help of my Reaper, that your annoying friend Mason killed, we flushed you out of your hiding place and back here. All according to plan.” He smirked at me.

I felt my blood chill, “Ok, well now you have me. What do you want?”

“Only you.”

I stared at him, “What the heck is that supposed to mean?” I demanded from my brother.

“You have an incredible power, Alison, and the Ringmasters will use it for their own uses, something I do not want. Please, they made the General seem like a bad guy right? Don’t believe them! I’m fighting to stop their madness, please Alison.” He begged me, and I saw, in his eyes that mirrored mine, a passion. He was fighting for what he truely believed was right, something I didn’t even know.

So, do you believe him, or not? The question lingered in my mind, making me doubt every single thing that I had ever believed in.

Chapter Twenty Six

I was floating in darkness until I was thrust into a blinding bright light, where am I?! I just wanted to read his mind! I shouted at myself. Loud noises startled me out of my self-pity and I looked up, towering above me was a large building and behind me, fire was roaring up from the trees. My feet rooted to place, this place- this place is the same as in my dream. Why does the General have the same memory as me? What’s going on?

Behind me, I heard loud footsteps, running for dear life, I saw Jessica burst out of a forest, and just like in my dream before, I saw her scramble and slam the door shut. I watched as the robot emerged from the same place she had run out of and follow her up to the door, but instead of knocking the door down and going inside, the robot stopped and seemed to be waiting. Maybe for Cameron, my brother, to show up, but why would it be waiting? As realization crept in, a horrible feeling made its way through my body.

That’s when I saw him, Cameron Walker, my brother, but he wasn’t running in like a hero, he was simply strolling to the building, with a familiar smirk on his face, the kind of smirk that made me wish I could hit something, “I guess I should go in there and make my dramatic entrance.” He said, glancing first at the robot then backwards.

I looked at who he was talking to and gasped out loud, a giant Reaper was standing right next to me, and even though I knew it couldn’t see me, I still backed a few steps away from it, fear coursing through my body. The Reaper hissed and I realized it was laughing, “Master, you just need to fake your death. Nothing too big.” It said. Fake his death? Cameron- my brother- isn’t dead? And he’s working with the Reapers? My mind could barely process this newfound information- So, I have a brother who apparently died, but he’s not actually dead. Then, who is he?

Cameron smirked, “Ok, send in the robot, scare her a little bit and then I’ll go in.” He waved a hand at the door Jessica had slammed shut. The Reaper cackled wildly as it watched the robot kick the front door down with a loud bang, I didn’t follow the robot in- I already knew what was going to happen- I watched Cameron and the Reaper with a careful eye, feeling strange that even though I was there, they couldn’t see me.

“So, have you found her yet?” Cameron asked suddenly.

With a wide eyed look, the Reaper hissed in a low tone, “N-no, master. We’re still looking for her. But I promise, we will find her.”

Cameron didn’t say anything, his back was towards me and the Reaper, and we watched it rise up and down, everything quieted, waiting for him to respond. Suddenly, with a loud shocking roar, he spun around and I saw a blinding flash come from his jacket before the Reaper fell down, a large slash cutting down from its right shoulder down to its left side, disintegrating, the Reaper screeched with obvious pain before it vanished completely.

I watched Cameron in speechless horror, he shook his hand slightly and I saw dust fall from the sleeve. He sighed heavily and looked up at the hazy sky, gray from the smoke piling up from the burning trees, and over the loud roars of the raging fire, I heard his thoughts as if he had spoken out loud, and what I heard shocked me; Alison, where are you, my dear sister?

Abruptly, I was jerked out of the memory, but I had my own thought before I was whisked away- sister?

By the way, I’d like to say thank you to all of my followers! I now have 124 followers! This is amazing and when I found out, I said to myself, people actually like what I have to say?! But, I would love to thank each and every one of you. Thank you!

Me Being Productive

I haven’t been making any random posts (and I like making them!) so I guess I’ll write one now because I have some stuff to catch up one!

First, remember when I said I couldn’t solve my Rubik’s Cube? Well, I finally got it (with the help of YouTube). I actually managed to solve it a few weeks ago, and I’ve been scrambling and re-scrambling the cube ever since. I’m pretty proud to say that I can solve a Rubik’s Cube in 10 minutes (well, I still need to watch the YouTube videos…)

Solved!

I thought this way was pretty cool too.

Second, I finally got around to making my cute little Dr. Who bow ties I saw on Three Chic Geeks! They’re adorable!

My super cute Dr. Who bows, I’m in love!

I guess I should probably start writing my speech due tomorrow. This post is a result of my procrastination skills! Clap your hands for procrastination!

Maybe later…

Super Sweet Blogging Award

Oh my, this wonderfully sweet award is from Nina at Words That Flow Like Water. Thank you Nina, I’m going to love this award!

The rules!

Thank the Super Sweet Blogger that nominated you.
Answer five Super Sweet questions.
Include the Super Sweet Blogging award image in your blog post.
Nominate a baker’s dozen (13) other bloggers.
Notify your nominees on their blog.

Here are the five questions:

Cookies or Cake? I have to choose?! I love cookies and cake, I can’t decide which one is my favorite.
Chocolate or Vanilla? Depends, if we’re talking about ice cream, I like vanilla.
Favourite Sweet Treat? Gummy worms/bears. Especially sour neon ones! Yum.
When do you crave sweet things the most? Every single day. I have one right now, I want some gummies!
Sweet Nick Name? Some of my old friends used to call me Skittles, because I was so addicted to Skittles. I have a friend now who calls me Cookie. My nicknames make me crave candy!

Now, for the super sweet bloggers!

1. http://bloodoverithaca.wordpress.com/

2. http://williamlouisonpoetry.wordpress.com/

3. http://elizabethfrattaroli.wordpress.com/

4. http://thatgirlwhoreadsbooks.com/

5. http://thelivingnotebook.com/

6. http://seyisandradavid.org/

7. http://thelandy.com/

8. http://sharpword.wordpress.com/

9. http://elizabethfrattaroli.wordpress.com/

10. http://lilyparadis.com/

11. http://texanaskitchen.com/

12. http://lifein64squarefeet.com/

13. http://yomicfit.wordpress.com/

Chapter Twenty Five

“What do you want from me?” I asked, reaching for a calm in my voice that I surely didn’t feel.

G- the General- smiled slowly, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes, which remained cold, “You’re powerful, I realized it when you were born, so I tried to kidnap you, but it didn’t work out so well and you got sent away from the Ringmaster camp before I could get you. But look! I’ve got you now!” He grinned, telling the story casually, as if talking about the weather.

I shuddered and tried, again, to press myself into the wall, but it didn’t work and the General raised a hand to my face, “Oh Alison, you don’t need to be scared, I promise to be gentle.”

I jerked my face away from him and hissed, “Get away from me, freak. I don’t know what you want, but I’m not going to give it to you.” Whoa, when did I get so snippy?

“Listen to me, because I’m probably the only one who’s going to tell you the truth, you’re a Mind Master, Allie. Has any of those idiots called Ringmasters told you that?” The General’s voice dropped into a whisper, making the hairs on my body stand up.

For once, I was speechless, I’m a Mind Master? I can do crazy things with my mind? Wipe out people’s memories and read minds? But, “Why would you tell me this? I could do… something to you.” I question him.

He gave me another lazy, cold smile, “But you can’t, you don’t know how to.” He pointed out.

I gulped, he was right, I didn’t know how to use this newfound power, more less how to use it to get me out of this situation.

“But didn’t you see what I did to your men back there? I knocked them out.” I argued.

“What you did was release all of your pent up energy, it was a powerful blast, I’ll admit, but you just used up all of the power you had stored. You can’t do anything now.” The General explained, as if talking to a child. I glared at him, while he stared innocently into my eyes.

“I bet I could do something.” The challenge slipped out of my mouth before I had time to stop it.

His eyes widened a fraction of an inch, “That’s pretty daring, but I’ll play along. What if you can’t control your power? What do I get for that?”

I paused for a second, then raised my chin and stared at him, “Me.”

He smiled, as if this was what he wanted, “And if you win this bet?”

“I leave with the rest of the Ringmasters.”

He stopped to consider this before smirking, “Deal.” He pushed himself off of the wall with the hand right beside me and I saw his muscles ripple, his pale skin glowed beneath the dark shirt he was wearing.

With two, smooth steps of his long legs, he was across the room, “Let’s see, what do I want you to do? What can most Mind Masters do?”

“Read minds.” I blurted out.

He pinned me with a curious look, “That’s a high level trick that I know you can’t pull off.”

“And if I can?”

“You can’t.”

The tone of his silky voice made me want to stomp over to him and punch him, but I restrained the urge and just closed my eyes. All I have to do is focus, connect our minds, then read it.

Slowly, the world around my ears started the muffle, but I was still distinctly aware of the General shouting at me, he believes I can do it! And he doesn’t want me in his head, so there must be something he’s hiding…

The General was standing in front of me, but as he reached out a hand to grab me, I was thrust into blackness.

Read on: Chapter Twenty Six

The Shine On Award!

Wow, I got nominated for another award! This one is called the Shine On Award and the ever so wonderful William at his new blog Messages, you all really should check it out, you won’t be disappointed, I promise! I love his poetry, and his book Perspective.

So, onto the 7 facts about myself!

1. I’m currently learning how to code a website.

2. I love to draw, and for a while, I was drawing my own manga, but it stopped and the sketch book has been collecting dust for a while. I also drew a comic called Random Ninjas, but it didn’t go very far.

This was the first, and only, comic for the Random Ninjas I drew.

3. The only sibling I have is my youngest brother so I’m the oldest!

4. I love Sherlock Holmes, simply love the books. and the show Sherlock on Netflix. I do like the actor Benedict Cumberbatch who plays Sherlock (he’s also the villain in Star Trek Into Darkness!)

5. Nancy Drew is my favorite detective, aside from Sherlock Holmes, of course.

6. I have a strong addiction to anything sweet, I must have something sweet once a day or I’ll probably break down.

7. Now, here’s something many don’t know about me: the story behind my nickname: Monkeyface. When I was really young, I did something to upset my mom, and she was so mad, she wanted to yell at me, but of course, I was only a baby, so she couldn’t say anything bad. She ended up yelling “You’re such a monkeyface!” at me. Of course, I just laughed, and the name ‘monkeyface’ stuck. Eventually, it started to change up a little bit and I now respond to Monkey, Monkeyfaith, and Monkeyface. I’m such a monkey.

I’m now going to nominate several bloggers who deserve this award, probably more than I do!

http://meehaan.wordpress.com/

http://addgrainonearth.com/

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