Saturday, January 30, 2016

Serial Saturday-Flicker Part 4

Ok guys, this part was reeeealllly hard to write, I wrote five hundred in one day, then set it aside, then wrote like fifty words until last night. I was watching a Disney show with my sister and talking with my writing buddy and then I started writing in it, so when I went to bed, I still had a thousand words to write and I just finished 1250 in forty five minutes, not terrible.
 So here it is, I liked it. :D As usual, comment a song that you think fits and tell me what you liked and didn't like. :D I also included a page with links to each part, just in case you missed one. xD

Chapter 4

  Seth clumped through the snow and gritted his teeth as Rowen hit a branch, showering snow on the both of them. She couldn’t wipe it from her face, so she rubbed her shoulder on her face. Snow still covered her face, but she shook her head and most of it fell off.
  She tripped over a stick and fell to her knees. Seth reached out to grab her before she could fall completely over. He glanced around and thought about how to do this. The castle was still a few miles away, and he had completely disabled her.
  He sighed and picked her up off of the ground. His height gave the advantage of balance, well, he had trained for it so it was also natural now. Rowen grabbed at his shoulder and squeezed, taking deep breaths.
  “Calm down!” he ordered. She gasped out a breath and choked. Seth frowned. “What is wrong with you?” he asked.
  “I’m...afraid...of...heights.” she coughed. Seth stared at her.
  “You’re afraid of heights.” he restated. “I’m not that tall.”
  “I am blindfolded!” she hissed at him. “It might as well be a mountain, all I know is my feet aren’t on the ground!” Seth rolled his eyes.
  “Well you trip all over the place when you’re on the ground.” he said.
  “Well I’d rather do that then this!” she shouted at him. He set her on the ground and took a deep breath.
  Something slammed into the back of Seth’s head and he hit the ground. His head pounded, then all went dark.

  When his eyes opened again, it was snowing. He groaned and touched his head, sitting up. His whole head hurt and he stood up. Rowen was gone. Of course, she had known Sale was there, why hadn’t he?
  Sale. That one name brought back terrible memories. Going hunting. Bringing a deer back. Sale bringing back a squirrel. Seth getting completely ignored because it was Sale’s first kill.
  His brother. Why was his brother always one step ahead of him? It didn’t seem like it should be that way. Wasn’t the older brother supposed to be better?
  Sale won combat competitions. Sale brought in more food. Sale gathered more information. Sale moved out first because he was “more responsible”.  And now Sale was against his brother, surprise surprise, and he had the most valuable asset: Rowen.
  She might think she was only a rebel archer/swords woman, but she could be so much more. She could be one of the King’s spies and be the best. Second best actually, he was the best.
  He looked around for any sign that told him where they had gone, but there were over ten trails leading all directions. In a clean patch of snow, Sale had written a message to him.
                                           Got her.
  He swept his foot out and the message disappeared. Gritting his teeth, he walked towards the castle.

  Seth walked into the palace, ignoring the guards that bowed as he walked by. The servants whispered as he passed them, but the only one he even noticed was the redhead. She always watched him, it was kind of creepy actually.
  He walked into the King’s chamber and bowed as the King turned around.
  “My King.” he greeted. The King acknowledged him with a nod and stood up straighter.
  “Did you stop the robbery?” he asked. Seth hesitated, then nodded.
  “Yes, and I brought one of the rebels back, but she escaped.” he explained. The King frowned and took a step forward.
  “You had a girl in custody, and she escaped?” he demanded. Seth glared.
  “Well maybe if you had let me take my brother out when I had the chance, I could have prevented that!” he shouted. The King struck him.
  “If you ever speak to me like that again, I will banish you!” the King swore. Seth glared at his father and squeezed his fist.
  “Fine!” he snapped. “You’ve already chosen the son, and you chose Sale.”
  “I did, but he refused and now I’m stuck with you!” the King answered.
  “If you want me gone, I’d be happy to leave!” he snapped.
  “After you finish this stupid rebel uprising, feel free.” he answered. Seth spun around and stormed out of the room.

  Seth lay on his bed and stared at the ceiling. Just. One. More.
  He sat up and glanced around. He needed...food. His stomach felt empty and he sighed. If he was going to get Rowen back and get out of the palace, he needed to be prepared.
  Walking in the hallway, he ignored the servants as usual and entered the kitchen. The only one who still worked in there was the red headed servant. She looked up and took a step back.
  “Sorry, I didn’t know that anyone was going to come in here…” she apologized. He shook his head and walked over to the cabinets.
  “No, it’s fine.” he said, opening the cabinet and pulling out a potato. He slid a knife out from a block and slice the potato into thin slices. He set a pan on the stove and poured oil onto it.
  “You’re...aren’t you the King’s son?” she asked timidly.
  “Don’t. Talk about it.” he said, stressing the ‘don’t’. She turned around and started to walk away. “Wait,” he called out, “do you know where the plates are?” She turned around and pointed to a cabinet.
  “They’re in there.” she said, her head down. He nodded at her and she walked out. Why did he drive everyone away?
  Stop thinking like that! He snapped inwardly. You don’t need anyone, you’re better off on your own!
  He finished cooking his potato’s and slid them onto his plate. Sticking one into his mouth, he sighed. His cooking skills could be better, but at least the potatoes were edible.
  He sighed and ate another one, this time choking and setting his plate down. He was going to have to find something else to eat.  
  “If you want, I can cook them for you.” the redhead servant said. He turned around and gestured to the cabinet.
  “Be my guest.” he said. She walked over to the cabinet and he stepped out of her way. She took a potato out and sliced it thinly. Setting the shavings onto the pan, she fried them and handed him a full plate.
  “Thank you.” he said. She gave him a nod and walked out of the kitchen again. Seth ate one of the potatoes and compared them to his own. Yup. He wasn’t even sure he could classify his as potatoes.
  Food was the least of this worries, he needed to talk to some of the townspeople, probably disguised so that no one became suspicious.
  
  Dressed in a white shirt and the pants that farmers wore, he walked into the town and ran a hand through his hair. Who might know Rowen. Well, he couldn’t be too careful, so he walks up to a boy who ran the general store.
  “Hi, do you know Rowen?” he asked. The boy looked up.
  “Yeah, why?” he asked. “I’m Ais by the way.” he introduced.
  “Seth.” he answered, suddenly cautious of telling anyone his real name. “Um, do you know where she is?” he asked.
  “No, we haven’t seen her in a while.” Ais said. “Uh, is she in trouble? Because if she is, it’s not really her, it’s her brother Rogen.” Seth frowned and shook head head. What did he mean?
  “Uh, what do you mean?” he asked. Ais looked around and motioned for Seth to lean in.
  “Well, her brother went out with some guys one time, nothing serious, but they cut across a field and broke part of the fence, and somebody saw Rogen, but they could have seen either Rogen or Rowen, so when they confronted Rogen about it, she said she did it. She gets into a lot of trouble that way, and I think it makes Rogen mad, but it’s probably not anything I should look into.” he said. Seth nodded and turned around to leave.
  “Ok, thanks.” he said. Ais nodded and waved him out.
  Seth walked over to the next building and glanced around. A blacksmithy, great. This was the perfect place.
  “Can I help you son?” the blacksmithy asked. His apprentice looked up and watched him.
  “Yeah, do you guys know Rowen?” he asked. The blacksmithy glanced at the apprentice and nodded.
  “Yeah, somewhat. Barely really.” he said. Seth glanced between the two.
  “Uh, do you know where she is?” he asked. The apprentice narrowed his eyes and shook his head at the blacksmithy.
  “No.” the blacksmithy said. “We haven’t seen her in a few days.”
  “Ok, thanks.” Seth said, walking out. There was something suspicious going on there. He doubled back and walked behind the place. A ladder led to a hayloft of sorts, but if he had to guess, it was creaky and the hayloft was where the apprentice lived.   
  He pressed himself against the wall and listened to the conversation. He couldn’t see who it was, but he recognized the blacksmith's voice, so the other one had to be the apprentice.
  “Yeah, but if she’s in trouble, then I need to go help her!” the apprentice insisted.
  “No. I am not going to let you go after a rebel.” the blacksmithy said firmly.
  “I only have one month left, maybe we could-”
  “No! Enough and get back to work. You’re lucky I covered for you!”
  Seth walked back into the blacksmith’s and crossed his arms. The apprentice looked up.
  “What do you want?” he asked.
  “I want you to tell me what that conversation was about.” he answered. The apprentice stood up and Seth took note of the red hot poker in his hand.
  “You were listening to our conversation?” he asked. Seth nodded.
  “Yes I was. Now tell me how you really know Rowen.” he said. The apprentice shook his head, but the blacksmithy stepped into the conversation.
  “Rowen and Ezra want to get married when she turns eighteen.” he said. Seth laughed.
  “Barely know her?” he reminded. “I’m going to have to take you in for questioning.” he said. The apprentice rolled his eyes.
  “You don’t have to.” he snapped. Seth glared at him.
  “You’re right, I could walk out of here right now and pretend this conversation never happened.” he said. “But I don’t want to. If I want to find Rowen, I need you.” He walked over and grabbed the apprentice’s arm as he set the poker down.
  “What do you want with Rowen?” he asked. Seth paused.
  “Let’s just say I have a personal score to settle and she’s being held by that personal score.” he answered. “Now come one apprentice.”
  “My name is Ezra.” he snapped.
  “Fine, Ezra, come on.” he said, pulling him out of the building.

  As Seth neared the palace gate, he noticed the redhead servant talking with one of the guards at the gate. He almost pushed her back in and berated the guard, but he remembered the potatoes and let it go. It wasn’t until he stepped into the palace that he realized two things.
  First, had he just let something go? Who cared that she had done something for him, he had never done that before. Ever.
  Secondly, they had been talking like they were worried. Should he even ask the guard?
  He dragged Ezra into the dungeon, trying to miss the puddles of rain. Opening one of the cells, he threw him in and shut the door, locking it and setting the key on the table. He always left the keys in plain sight.
  Now to go talk to the guard. Yeah, he had decided to ask. If there was something going on t hat he needed to know about, he would find out about it.
  The girl was still there when he walked up, but as soon as she saw him, she ran inside without looking back. Seth ignored her and locked eyes with the guard. It was difficult because Seth had brown eyes and the guard had piercing blue.
  “What’s your name?” Seth asked.
  “Kale.” he answered.
  “Ok Kale, what was that conversation?” he asked. Kale glanced back at where the girl had been and looked back at Seth.
  “Just talking with my...um...Asha.” he said. Asha, so that’s her name.
  “How do you guys know each other?” he asked.
  “We...uh...we’re just friends.” Kale answered.
  “No you’re not. Tell me the truth.” Seth said. When Kale didn’t answer, he gripped his wrist and pulled him forward, removing a knife from its sheath.
  “Stop!” Asha called, running forward. “Kale and I are going to get married.” she said.
  “You can’t do that.” Seth said. “You’re a slave.”
  “We have a year left of saving before we can buy Asha’s freedom.” Kale said. Seth slid his knife back into his sheath and turned away.
  “Excuse me, I have more pressing matters to attend to.” he said, walking away.
  “Sure you do.” he heard Kale mutter, then Asha shushed him. Great, everyone was getting married and having a great life except for him. Fantastic. He might as well go live in the woods for the rest of his life.

Thursday, January 28, 2016

Character Spotlight: Everett


Name: Everett Dason (Daw-son)
Age: 17
Height: 6'
Occupation: SADT agent
Friends: Everest Dason, Aiden Cayver, Evie Nailer
Enemies: Ethan Cayver
Theme Song: Monster by Imagine Dragons
Personality: Sober, sarcastic, intelligent, untrustworthy
Relationships: "Evie Nailer"-Quotations meaning they faked it for a mission. :D
Anything I Missed: He's a cool character! I enjoy writing about him, and his nickname is DSD, but if I translated that, it be a spoiler. I might post the first chapter of this book...
Favorite Quote: ((this will be a section because you have to read the previous sentence to understand it)) "Nope, I failed the test." Evie said. Everett hung his head and sighed.
   "Evie, you have to study!" he stressed. Evie snorted.
   "I don't need to study, I've got what I need in here!" she said, gesturing to herself.
   "Says the future Wal-Mart employee." he commented.

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

5 Things I Hate in Books

   As you might have noticed, I love books. :D But we went to Barnes and Noble, and guess what was the most popular teen book?
   Please. Kill. Me. Now. A teen text talk of Hamlet? I would rather read the original Hamlet. Seriously guys, I was the ghost one time and I felt super creepy. So yeah, it was super stupid.
Moving on to the teen shelf, that was just the table.


   When my dad got home, I told him, "Guess what? I found another shallow, teen, dystopian book to read!" He promptly rolled his eyes and sighed. Course, I was semi-kidding, but this is what our teens read! Don't get me wrong, I LOOOOVE the Hunger Games, Divergent was the stupidest thing I have ever read, and I am going to check Partials out.
So these are fifteen things I hate in books.

1. Instant Romance


   *cough* Divergent *cough* One thing I loved about the Hunger Games was she had known Gale and Peeta her whole life, ok, Gale four years, Peeta she hadn't know know him, but it doesn't matter, know of them and she spent time with them before falling in love. In Divergent, Tris sees four and thinks, "Man he's hot, oh, but I'm also mad at him, so let me think about this." She thought for all of about a day and promptly let it all run loose when he saved her from *CENSORED*

2. Awesome Girls


                                                         Just to be clear, I do not like GoT!!!!

   Come ON! Just because a few girls are cool, make your girl uncool for just one book at least. My protagonist Iris knows like two moves and she can climb stuff, she has fears! Ten of them and one of them is cruise ships!

3. Dystopia


   Ok I get it, I do guys. It's the rage...but too much of anything will make you sick of it. Like above, the books that were the most popular were the Hunger Games, Divergent, Partials, the Fifth Wave, and the Maze Runner. Dystopien, dystopian, dystopian, dyst...you get the point.

4. Sarcastic Characters


   Why not have a shy character? Ohhh, right, because nowadays teenagers are naturally sarcastic...right? So there are no shy teenagers out there? They are all sarcastic?

5. Twins


   I think twins are the most overused feature in books. And they are all boy-girl twins. The only books I have read with girl-girl twins or boy-boy twins are Twinypath by C. B. Cook and a new book that

Anywho, that's my post, hope you groaned and rolled your eyes at it as well. Oh, and Soleil did a character interview with Logan and Iris, and it's epic so check it out here.

Monday, January 25, 2016

Weekly Writing Update

Sooo where do I even begin with this week? I wrote up to 3k in one day and up to 1k in one day, so it was good and bad...
Yup, I've had this pin for a looooong time, just waiting to use it. BAM! It has been used.

Ok, now on to my writing week. I've written...but bad news. My NaNo project which I am writing a previous 20k in before the two 40k camps is going...downhill. I don't really have any inspo, and Katie Grace's Rain Website that she posted just got really loud. :D So yeah, I need a pep talk.

LAB RATS! I discovered this show a long time ago, but I recently saw the first episode with Marcus in it and loved it! So yeah, binge watching Lab Rats killed my afternoon inspo. :D

Saw this post on Insta by Nadine Brandes and though...I want a computer like that. :D

Well the good news is, I took my military inventions quiz without studying for it and aced it. Of course my mom made me go back and study, so this is take two of the test. :D Yeah...no studying done. Is that good or bad?
So this is my very favorite shirt because it's army green. This picture shows off the great color combination of the blue and the green and the grey...just kidding, I took it because I LOVE army green. :D

This was the day I wrote 3k and I credit it to baked potato's. Yup. That's it. xD It was really good!
My mom totally freaked out when I told her that I was doing Camp NaNo, I had to re-assure her that it was just 40k not 50k, and that I wouldn't be on here the whole time. xD My poor family...


This is what I stare at all day, google docs and Spotify. :D It's really cool cause I can see what my writing buddies *cough* Sierra *cough* are listening too. I also stalk Nadine Brandes so I find all kinds of cool songs that she likes. She actually "introduced" me to a lot of For King and Country songs. :D
So I guess that concludes everything. Oh, and if you want to listen to my Serial Story playlist...and practically all of my other book playlists, just let me know in the comments and I will follow you. :D
R. J. Steele






Thursday, January 21, 2016

Serial Saturday-Flicker Part 3

Ta-da! Part three! This was hard to write for some reason, but enjoy!


Chapter 3
  Rowen gripped her sword and restrained herself from reaching up and touching her hair. She hadn’t cut it in a while, years maybe. She had even stopped trying to calm it down, it just did what it wanted to do.
  She swept her sword towards him and it caught on his wrist. He didn’t even touch the wound. Rowen ducked his swing and hit the ground, sliding on the floor. As she went right by him, her sword slide into his leg and he took a step back.
  Jumping up, she saw his swords come crashing towards her and she ducked, but one of the blades caught her cloak hood. He jerked her towards him and she heard a rip as the cloth ripped.
  She stumbled forwards a few steps and held back a scream. Rogen caught her and helped her straighten. She locked her jaw and leaned over to whisper to him.
  “Rogen, this is not working. We need to get rid of him.” she hissed. He nodded.
  “Ok, use your bow and distract him while Ilis and I use our sword and knives.” he told her.
  “Got it.” she nodded, turning around and in one swift motion, drew her bow and pointed the arrow directly at the Nightmare. He didn’t seem concerned, and when she released it, he brought his sword up to block it. The arrow split down the middle and dropped to the floor.
  Rowen fired two more arrows, one after another, but one he ducked and the other he smashed with the hilt of his sword. She gulped as he stood and started walking over to her.
  Rogen appeared at her side and Ilis beside him. The Nightmare didn’t seem to be intimidated at all, instead he actually put away one sword. Rowen grinned. His mistake.
  She pulled another arrow out and slid it against the bow, waiting to fire it. Rogen and Ilis walked towards him and they began to fight. Even with only one blade, he was extremely impressive.It was a slight bit scary, but that was why he was called the Nightmare.
  As soon as his sword was locked with Rogen’s, Rowen fired her arrow at him and stared at he brought his arm up, the arrow bouncing off of it. So he was arrow proof, but not sword proof. She studied where she had cut him and saw that it had been his leg and wrist. The places that were unprotected were his legs and his wrists. If they could disable him, they could tie him up or something and hurry the mission up.
  She aimed her arrow at his leg and her eyebrows flew up as it stuck in his leg. He groaned and threw Ilis and Rogen off. Ilis flipped over the box and stood up, but Rogen slammed into the wall and lay there. Rowen glanced at Ilis and he shook his head.
  The Nightmare took a knee and snapped the arrow off. Rowen fired another arrow into his hand and he snapped that one as well. He stood up and limped over to her. She took a step back. Even his limp was intimidating.
  She reached down for a sword and his hand shot out, connecting with her cheek. She stumbled backwards and gasped as it started throbbing.
  He reached out and grabbed a fistful of her hair and she tried to jerk away, but even as she was ignoring the pain, his grip was firm. She winced and closed her eyes as her hand reached up and grabbed onto his, trying to pull it off.
  He grabbed her hand as well and she couldn’t jerk away. Reaching down for her knife she jerked it out of its sheath and sliced it across his hand. It barely drew blood and he grabbed that hand as well. Spinning her around, he forced both hands behind her back and tied a rope of some kind around them. She coughed out her groan and bit her lip as her shoulders protested.
  Rogen stirred and Rowen heard a rip. She frowned and wondered what it had been.
  A long rag was tied around her head as a gag, another around her eyes, and the Nightmare pushed her to the floor. She did groan this time and tried to roll over, but even if she could have, the blindfold kept her from seeing Rogen.
  Rowen listened to a groan, then another. She jerked on her ropes, but they remained as tight as ever. Rogen groaned again as she heard him fall over. He wasn’t trained in hand to hand combat, most people weren’t.
  She heard Rogen hold back his cry of pain and then all went silent. She twisted to the side, trying to rub her blindfold off. The cloth material moved a slight bit, but that was as close as she could get.
  Someone, probably the Nightmare, jerked her up and she stumbled. He readjusted the blindfold and for a brief moment she saw Rogen lying on the ground.
  “What did you do to him?” she demanded. “Is he dead?”
  “Close enough.” the Nightmare told her, pushing her towards the door. She jerked back and hit the ground, her foot hitting Rogen. Twisting so that her finger touched his neck, she felt for a pulse. Weak, but it was still there.
  The Nightmare pulled her up again and, no matter how much she fought back, she never broke free. He opened the door and she shivered. Her cloak wasn’t even on her anymore, the hood was torn and she was pretty sure the straps were broken.
  Rowen heard crunches under her feet and felt something cold and wet hit her. Great, it was snowing. It probably wasn’t in the big city, but on top of the mountain like she was, it was definitely snowing.
  She wondered if he was just taking her away to kill her, or taking her to someone. Probably the second seeing as it would have been easy to kill her tied up, gagged, and blindfolded.
                                                         <<<>>>
  Rogen stared at the wall, attempting to get up. Every time he tried to, he fell back down as fiery pain spread through his body.
  A hand reached down and pulled him up. He accepted the help and leaned against the wall, trying to calm his heartbeat.
  “Is Rowen ok?” he asked, his breath ragged. If she was as hurt as he was, he couldn’t handle it.
  “Um, I don’t know. She wasn’t here when I woke up.” Ilis said. Rogen’s head shot up and he looked around for his sister.
  “What?” he demanded. “Where is she?” Ilis shook his head.
  “I don’t know, but because she or her body isn’t here, I think our opponent probably took her to the palace. She’s the weakest link here, so he disarmed the real threats. Rogen snorted.
  “Whatever, she’s the strongest one here. She shot him twice and she’s the only one who cut him with anything. You barely joined the fight.” he yelled at him. Ilis stepped back.   
  “Ok, just calm down. We need to get back to camp so that we can repl-” Rogen cut him off.
  “We need to find my sister!” he snapped, reaching down and yanking a knife from a soldier. He gathered them all and shoved them into his sheaths.
  “We can’t just abandon the rest of our men for one soldier.” Ilis reminded. Rogen spun around.
  “Yes. I. Can. And yes. I. Will.” he defied walking away.
  “Fine!” Ilis shouted at him. “Now what. Are you just going to walk into the most heavily guarded building in the world?” Rogen paused.
  “What would you do?” he asked. Ilis walked over and put a hand on his shoulder.
  “Come back to the camp and we will find a way.” he promised. Rogen nodded and together they walked out the door in the direction of the camp.
  As soon as they stepped outside, Rogen pulled his cloak tighter and shiver. His eyebrows shot up and he jerked back around, pointing to a cloak on the floor.
  “Rowen’s cloak.” he said, running back and grabbing it. “So great. She’s being held captive by a vicious story character who has probably immobilized her mostly at least and she’s being forced to walk because she shot his leg and she’s cloakless! Fantastic!” he finished.
  “Dude, we will work this out.” Ilis assured. “We will get her back.”
  “It’s in one piece that I’m concerned about.” Rogen muttered. He shivered and closed his eyes, thinking of his sister. At least she was mostly safe, but even all of that was assumed. He could have dragged her to the woods and killed her so that the townspeople didn’t know about the female member of the rebellion. That might stir up trouble.
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 Rogen stalked into camp and brushed past everyone, heading straight for his tent. He sat on his cot and pressed his head in his hands. He needed…
  “I need to get Rowen back!” he growled, standing up. He needed to find Ilis and tell him to hurry up and make a plan. He wasn’t just going to wait around to find his sister.
  “Where’s Illis?” he demanded. His friend Kale took a step back and stared.
  “Dude, what exactly happened on that raid?” he asked. Rogen grabbed Kale’s arm.
  “We took out the soldiers with ease, but then the King’s dog, the Nightmare, arrived and he destroyed us. Rowen shot him twice and she actually cut him, but he took her somewhere. We don’t even know if she’s alive, he could have killed her!” Rogen shouted. Kale stared at him.
  “They took Rowen?” he asked. “We have to get her back!” Rogen nodded.
  “I know, but Ilis said to wait. That’s why I need to find him.” he said. Kale pointed to a table where a few men ate and clenched his jaw.
  “Grab something to eat, I’ll talk to Ilis.” he said. Rogen nodded and walked over to the table.
  “Hey, Rogue, where’s Rowen?” a man asked. He shook his head and whispers echoed around him. “Is she gone?” he asked. Rogen shrugged.
  “I don’t know, we were demolished and then when I woke up, she was gone.” he explained.
  “Man, we need to call a meeting. Our lead archer is missing.” another man shouted. Men echoed him and Rogen shook his head.
  “Well your leader-our leader-said we need to make a plan first.” he said. Protest went up.
  “Plan? What plan? If we track the captor, we can catch him before it’s too late!” someone shouted. Rogen shrugged as he poured stew in his bowl.
  “I am not the leader.” he said. The men looked around at each other and whispered again. Perfect. So he was a rebel rebel now. That was just what he needed.


R. J. Steele