Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Some more tips for surviving NaNo.

Hello, my dears.

Well. I am going to be honest with you. My eyes still have sleep in them, as I am writing this. I am extremely tired... And. And. And. And... I have bumped my word-count back to 80,000.

Yesterday, I was writing (after a long busy day of school... Plus, I'm sick :P) and it hit me like a semi-truck.

There is no earthly way I can get 100,000 words done in one month. And my goal is 120,000.
 
So, yeah... It's A-Okay to bump your word count around. It is really important for you to feel like you can conquer this. Me? From the beginning, when NaNo's word-count calculator spit out the daunting figure of 119,880 it scared me.
 
Yesterday, I thought about the 20,000 words I already had in my novel before NaNo started. How long did it take me to write those? I probably took me a week, putting all the writing time together. But it definitely was spread out all over the place.
 
I decided that 80,000 was a good honest goal to set for myself. And believe me... When I told my mom this... The look of relief on her face was pure magic.
 
Okie-dokie. Enough about my problems. Let's get busy discussing what you can do to help survive the second part of NaNo.
 
 If you are having a problem writing, or with your idea progressing...
 
You can:
 
Take a break.
Go on a walk.
Work on something else (i.e.) schoolwork.
Bake some cookies. (if you want a really good recipe, request in the comments xD)
Listen to some music
Email Writer's Corner for inspiration and help. raneandgraye@gmail.com
 
Well, that's what I have for you today. Tomorrow, I will be posting about the details of those lovely ideas. But for now, you can use your imagination on them.
 
Keep writing, and don't let the NaNo gremlins get you down!
 
~Patricia Rane
 


Friday, November 7, 2014

My Challenge For You Today - NaNoWriMo Day 7

It's day seven... Let me be completely honest with you:

If you're anything like me, you're wondering "Why in the world did I ever sign up for this???"
 
I get it.
 
Day 1: Everything is awesome!!! You've got the perfect plot planned out... your characters are fresh - something you've never had to work with. It's great. You have the 4,000 words that you're supposed to have written today... Well, they're WRITTEN!
 
Day 2: It's still awesome! I barely got the 4,000 in, but I am still loving working with these characters!
 
Day 3: I'm on a sugar/caffine high, I got 4,000 words in - but it's 1:00 am (day 4).
 
Day 4: Zzzzzz, oh, I'm supposed to be writing? Darn, I forgot about that omnibus paper that's due this Friday. Well, Writer's Corner said that school work comes first, so...
 
Day 5: Ahhh! Yesterday I only got 2,000 words in! This is bad - this is very, very bad! Now I have 6,000 words to get done today, and I have geometry.
 
Day 6: I. Am. So. Stinking. Tired. I. Don't. Even. Care. Anymore.
 
Day 7: Why in the world did I sign up for this? I'm almost 2 days behind (i.e. 8,000) words, and it's not even the weekend yet.
 
 
Let me tell you something.
 
 
You can do it.
I believe in you.
It's in you, you just have to push harder.
You can do it; I believe in you.
 
Whoever said being a writer was easy, obviously was never a writer. There are times where I sit on my bed and scream into my pillow because I can't get the million dollar idea out of my head and down onto paper. Believe, me. There have been times where I have given up. I've deleted my work, and said that I will never write again. But I always do. Being a writer is not something you can wake up, decide to do, and succeed. I think it's a gift, that you're born with. But that's just me.
 
So my challenge for you today is this:
 
Don't be discouraged. If you're behind, you're behind. Don't chew yourself out because you didn't make your word goal yesterday. What happened yesterday, happened yesterday. You can't change that. Nobody can change that. But you can make today worth more than yesterday.
 
When you feel like you can't do it anymore, remember that you can. You can do it. It doesn't matter what your word-count is... I mean, that's your goal. But I've found that this experience is more character building than word building.
 
If you are going through some writing depression, please email me... raneandgraye@gmail.com
orrrr, add me on NaNo: petragrace
And I will send you some NaNo mail :)
 
 
Keep writing! You can do it!
 
~Patricia Rane

Thursday, November 6, 2014

How are you all doing on day 6 of NaNoWriMo?

Hello my lovelies... How are you all doing on day 6 of NaNoWriMo?

Here is my update:

  • I got an email from the Go Teen Writers Team, and I now have a critique group! Yay!
  • I have 21,608 of the 119,880 words I need to write... Yay! (That's 18.02% to be exact.)
  • I am not behind on my school work! Yay! (as of now)
I am hoping to be posting more updates... But I would love to hear from you! How are you doing on your aspiration to survive NaNoWriMo? Are you ahead? Are you behind? Are you maintaining? And most importantly, do you need some encouragement? If so, comment your NaNo username below, and I will send you some NaNo mail!

Keep writing, my fellow NaNoWriMo friends! It's only for 24 more days! You can do it!
 
 
~Patricia Rane

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

NaNoWriMo - 2014, HERE WE GO!

Hello, my fellow writers...

It's here! It is truly and finally here!

The most dreaded and anticipated event of the year... Camp NaNoWriMo!

What it is...

For all you newbies out there, Camp NaNoWriMo is a writing boot camp that takes place during the month of November. Basically, you write until your fingers fall off, and your brain goes into neutral... AND THEN YOU WRITE SOME MORE. Sounds like fun, right?

I'm guessing that if our blog has ANY readers at all (I hope that it does), our audience is mainly teen writers... Which is AWESOME. Cause you're reading something written by a teen writer right now.
So here is the link for the NaNoWriMo program for teens: http://ywp.nanowrimo.org/

ATTENTION: PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE. If you want to participate in this, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, go sign up RIGHT NOW. The more you put it off, the more you're going to get behind.

Anyway, back to what it is. You enter your preferred username, password, and email, and that gives you access to everything. Then, you will do a word war against yourself for about 10 minutes, which will calculate your word average. After this is complete, you enter how many hours you plan to write each day, which will give you your new word goal! Cha-chingggg. It's magic, my lovelies.

Example: I wrote for ten minutes and got seven-hundred-some words. That's a lot for me. I was on a roll. Then I entered that I would be able to write for two hours a day (already starting to regret it), and it gave me my word count: 119,880 words. 1 1 9 , 8 8 0  s t i n k i n g  w o r d s . If I actually do that, I'll have two novels completed by then...

Here are some tips for surviving it without wreaking havoc upon your normal life...

1. School comes first.

I know, I know... it's no fun that way. But still. This is the only way to keep everybody happy. Your parents will be happy, your teachers will be happy, and after the month is over, you will be happy.

2. Keep your space clean.

Your bedroom, your school space, your locker, you name it and you keep it clean. This will make thinking easier.

3. DONT WORRY ABOUT EDITING.

I know... I have OCD too, and those little nit-picky errors grind on my nerves like nothing else. But the goal is to FINISH a novel. Not begin one that will be gathering dust in you computer file a month from now. Editing comes later, what you need to worry about it pumping out words.

4. Use weekends to your advantage.

Instead of making plans all day Saturday, go for half. That way you can still write on the weekends.

5. Read http://goteenwriters.blogspot.com/ 's daily posts.

Not only are these posts dripping with wisdom that you can squeeze into your own writing, they are also extremely encouraging. Tuesday's and Thursday's are the days in which the inspirational quotes or stories are posted. (And, here in a few weeks, they're going to be doing a *sing-songy voice* wooorrrddd warrr. Word wars are an awesome way to get several thousand words under your belt.)

6. Use your support group for encouragement - but don't forget to give some in return.


Well... I have to get back to writing! I have 99,000 words left to write this month, plus some geometry homework...
 
Happy writing and good luck with NaNoWriMo!
 
~Patricia Rane

Monday, May 19, 2014

Guess what? I'm posting again! WOO-HOO! - More about plots

This is probably you:

"NOOOOOOOOOO WHERE HAVE THEY GONE I AM MELTING MELTING OH CRUEL WORLD I NEED TO BE FULLED UP WITH A BUNCH USELESS JUNK ABOUT WRITING!! *wails*"

And this is me:

"IM HERE TO HELP YOU!! *whimper whimper* DON'T KILL ME, PLEASE!!"

And this is everyone else:

"How has Emilie survived this long… o.o"

But this is the truth. I've been super busy and I've been wanting to post for a long time, so here I am! :D And now we're going to be talking about PLOTS, again.

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    Considering that the world "plot" covers a very vast subject, I think it is a good idea to continue discussing it. If you start writing a book without a plot in mind, the book will train wreck and it will basically go nowhere, and you will be very sad. But here's the good news! It's easy to think of a plot, if you have an imagination. Here's the framework we will be discussing.

1. Characters
2. Motives
3. Antagonists
4. Obstacles
5. Climax

     That's a very messy list, but it will help you make the skeleton for your story. We've talked a lot about characters, but here's the deal. You need to kill some of them, add them, and make the bad guys just as developed as the good guys. Here's what I mean. It's super fun to make characters, right? And if we're not careful we can make too many, and then the story will go bland because we can't develop all of them enough to make them realistic. So here's what I suggest. WITHOUT making them up, make a list of all the characters you will need. For example.

1. Main character
2. Bad guy
3. Supporting character 1
4. Supporting character 2
5. Mother of main character
6. Teacher of the main character's school
7. Bully at the main character's school.
Et Cetera.

     After you have this list, you can fill in the blanks. Make up the the characters. Now, if you want love interests, you can make the supporting character and the main character opposite genders, but you can't add characters in randomly or else the story will become random and unorganized. You already know all that junk about making up characters, so we don't even need to discuss that.
     Next are the Motives. This is probably the most important step of all. What is the reason that the characters are doing what they're doing? If you need help to clarify, here is an example. And because I love him, I'm going to pick on Percy. Again.

Percy Jackson
Black hair, green eyes, grew up with his mom, is the son of Poseidon, very quirky and insecure
Discovers a camp full of people like him
Finds out that Kronos wants to wipe out Olympus (DING DING DING! MOTIVES COMING UP)
Goes out with his friends to stop him because he is loyal to his dad and Olympus. He knows it is his destiny and his duty.

    That whole thing about his background and description wasn't part of the motives thing, but I decided to throw it in there because it clarified the whole character thing. But you see what I mean. Without motives the story has absolutely no direction. You need the character to have a strong enough motive so that they will not give up after they are thwarted more than once in their efforts.
     Next are the Antagonists! DUN DUN DUUHHHHHHHH. These bad guys, of course, are all like, "Hey, lets stop this guy because we have a good reason and they're the bad guy and we're the good guy" blablabla. Remember that they also need to have motives, and good ones at that. No one realistically goes out and tries to ruin someone's life just because they feel like it. Your options for motives are greed, revenge, justice, or just plain because-it-needs-to-be-done. It needs to be believable that this villain isn't your classic "EVIL IS BETTER THAN GOOD" but that this villain is more like "IM THE GOOD GUY HERE". Remember that this villain's choices should be very personal, therefore strengthening his will to succeed.
     And then there are the Obstacles. The bad guy will be doing everything in his power to stop the good guy, of course, but have you ever considered the fact that maybe the bad guy is not the only source for obstacles? *gasp* SACRILEGE. But seriously, there are two main other options to make your story as realistic as possible.
     The first one is NATURE. Is there bad weather? Maybe mountains your hero has to cross, or oceans to swim. Maybe he has a disease, or a sickness.
     The other one is SELF. Is he battling his conscience? Does he grow to be more mature? Does he make a hard choice or a sacrifice?
     Considering that, you have probably realized that you will be laying the hard stuff down thick on this character. Make your character suffer! Make him go through struggles, and pain! LAUGH MANIACALLY AS YOU WATCH THEIR SITUATION GET SEEMINGLY HOPELESS!! GWAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAH!
     Hem hem.
     Finally, we have the part where the reader will lay down the book, grab their pillow pet, dive under the covers, and shout, "EVERYTHING IS WRONG". Because you will be presenting them…. The Climax. 
     The Climax is that terrible moment of either peril or realization, where the book will take a sharp turn and nearly throw the reader out the window. This is the part where you reach the top of the mountain and begin to go downhill. You need to make sure you have a climax, or else your book will be bland and pointless.
     Okay, now we have our five main points. Just for fun, lets take a look at what it would be like if we didn't use these five points.

     Once upon a time, there was a girl who woke up in her bed and went downstairs to have breakfast. The end.

Pretty boring. Okay, now let's add those five points and see what happens.

    Once upon a time, there was a girl named Ellie who went downstairs to eat her breakfast. But suddenly, as she was sitting there, her mother got snatched out the door by a bunch of slimy tentacles! She knew it was up to her to save her mother. So she leapt after her, grabbing onto her dear mother's foot, but as she did so she slipped and fell into a big canyon full of boiling lava. Hanging desperately on a lifesaving ledge, she grasped her mother's arm, and pulled herself up to her feet, helping her mother do the same. They both crouched at the ledge, watching the monster swim in the boiling lava beneath them. The tentacles reached up to grasp them, but suddenly Mother pulled out a bow and arrow! She was the female version of Robin Hood! She shot arrows, riding her brilliantly pink unicorn, galloping like a beautiful archer queen, and swooping down, she picked up Ellie and they rode away to safety.

So, there you go. Have fun spicing up your plots!

Keep writing!
- Emilie

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

How to create the perfect first chapter.

Hiiii, people. Yeah... you're probably pretty frustrated that it's me... again. But, that's fine. BECAUSE. I am frustrated that it's YOU. AGAIN.
Actually, I'm not. That was joke, guys... Please don't be mad at me forever. I really love you guys...

Anyway... It's Patricia, here on this bee-autiful afternoon, and I'm here to talk about your first chapter.

Your first chapter is possibly the most important one you will write. Most people, decide whether to read the book, or not, by reading the first chapter. You want one that will really suck your reader into another dimension. Here are a few tips to creating the most perfect mind-blowing first chapter in existence:

  1. En media res. (I think I spelled that right.) ~ En media res is Latin, for "In the middle of things". You could write your first chapter, or prologue, or prelude, or whatever you call it, in the middle of things. Starting in the middle of the action is always exciting... But... with that comes challenges. If you're going to start WRITING in the middle of the plot, than you're going to have to keep a careful record of what happens. For example... You might start in the middle of a battle scene, which will take place later on in the book. However, in order for that to happen, you will have a lot of explaining to do, as you go along. You don't want your book to end up like this: Chapter 1: It was a foggy Saturday morning, in the month of April. Several lines of soldiers were preparing for battle. (Skip ahead twenty chapters) Chapter 20: It was a clear, sunny, Tuesday morning. 13,000 soldiers were preparing for battle. This is why, my dear readers, if you are going to start en media res, you are better off to start your story off normally, and then when your first draft is done, to copy and paste a middle scene into the front of the novel; and name it "Prelude".
  2. Try to veil your character. ~ If your character seems a little bit more suspicious or 'shady', the reader will want to fine out why. Therefore, perking their interest in reading further.
Those are two reason... But... I have a treat for you guys *claps hands excitedly*. I'm going to give you the first chapter of my book. I am getting close to being finished with the first draft, so please leave me feedback in the comment section. If there are typos... I apologize. I haven't had much time for editing.

Have an amazing day!

~
Keep writing!

<3

Patricia Rane

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Rescuing the Fretholyne

By Patricia Rane

 

Chapter 1

 

            “Oh, come on,” Abbie groaned, hitting the steering wheel. “We’re gonna be late for school, and you’ll be to blame,” she yelled at the car. She tucked a strand of her light brown hair behind her ear. Her gold flecked eyes flashed in anger, but she tried to calm down.

            “I’ll check the fluids,” Jake offered. Abbie nodded.

            “I’ll help him!” Skylar eagerly offered, unbuckling her seatbelt. Abbie rolled her eyes, but unlocked the SUV’ door.

            “Just don’t stain your uniform,” Heather said, examining her manicure.

After five more minutes of sitting there, Abbie made up her mind. “That’s it,” she ordered. “We are not being late for school, just because some stupid, mortal car won’t start.” She opened the door to the driver seat. Fifteen year old Heather got out on the passenger side. The sound of opening doors echoed in the garage.

            “Guys,” Heather said to Jake and Skylar. “Stop fiddling with that, you’re gonna get your clothes dirty.”

            Abbie produced her amulet, which made Leiza cough uncomfortably. “Um, Abbie?” She asked. “You’re not planning on using that, are you?”

            “You know dad will have a cow if—,” Heather was interrupted.

            “Well we can’t be late for school, now, can we?” Abbie snapped. The stress of going to mortal school was enough, but having car troubles, and the thought of being late looming overhead…?

            “But, Abbie,” twelve year old Carter protested. “This could get us expelled!”

She hesitated at this thought. But then the determined look was back. “Nobody will find out about this. Right?” she looked sharply around at them all. No one said anything. “Good.”

Everyone put one finger on the tiny glass item the sixteen year old held in her hand. Amulets were one thing that each Hero was expected to have. It would help get you out of tight situations if your certain power didn’t apply. It could save your life, in very extreme matters.

            “Jackson Jewitt high school.”

Everyone opened their eyes, and they were standing on the front lawn of a large brick building. Heather took one look at Skylar and rolled her eyes. She started patting her little sister’s auburn hair back into place. The sun glinted off of Heather’s blonde hair, and nearly blinded Carter, but he just grinned. Heather was SO prim, and perfect. Long blonde hair, and curious blue eyes. It made him smile again, thinking about how motherly she was.

These seven kids were all going to experience their first day of mortal school. Their father and mother, Damien and Miridia Ferguson had been hesitant to let their children leave the safety of their home, in the hills of Denver, Colorado. But when they had seen how persistent their children were in going to see what mortal schools were like, they had finally gave in, entrusting them all into the care of Abigail, their oldest daughter. Damien had made them all promise that they wouldn’t use their powers. At all. And, on their first day, Abbie had just broken that promise. They had moved into a small house that was fifteen minutes away from the school, in New York City, New York. It was a disadvantage, the school being so far away, but it was the only one he could find without records of shadow heroes.

Abbie and Heather raced into the English classroom, where a tall, skinny, English professor had just begun the class. “Ladies,” he said, clearing his throat as they rushed to take their seats, “Tardiness is not a characteristic you will want to be characterized by in my class.” He adjusted his wire framed glasses.

            “I’m sorry, Professor,” Abbie apologized. “We had car problems this morning,” she said truthfully.

“Please turn to page 13 in your English textbooks. You will also need to take out your copy of Shakespeare’s, ‘A Midsummer’s Night Dream’.”

The rest of the class was mainly talking about how Shakespeare was a “True Writer”, and how much their professor adored him.

At the end of the learning session, the two teenagers were starting to realize why mortals hated school so much.

 

***

Fifteen year old Jake, fourteen year old Leiza, and thirteen year old Skylar slid into their seats, just seconds before the bell rang. “Good morning, class,” the math professor said, eyeing them. She was tall, and thin. Wearing a light purple and gray, dress suit, she looked quite intimidating. The class murmured a greeting, and the teacher turned her attention to the three kids. She smoothed her hair, which was pulled into a tight bun, straightened her glasses, and said, “I see we have some new students.”

Jake looked around to make sure that she wasn’t talking about someone else. “You three,” she said. “In the back.” Inwardly, Leiza groaned. Why couldn’t they have come in two minutes earlier? “Could you three please come up here?”

Jake slowly stood up, his younger sisters following his example. They made their way to the front, the teacher looming in front of them. “Welcome to Jackson Jewitt,” she said. “I’m Professor Jewitt.” Skylar gulped. They had the headmistress, and the owner of the school as a math teacher? Well… this would be interesting. Just so long that she doesn’t find out that we know her powerful position, Skylar thought.

            “You’re the headmistress?” Leiza asked, running her fingers through her dark brown hair.  Skylar wanted to punch her. The teacher looked pleased.

            “Yes,” she nodded. “Yes, I am.” She looked somewhat triumphant that they had noticed her position of authority. “And you are?”

            “Leiza,” she answered.

            “I’m Jake,” their brother said. “And the quiet one with the murderous look on her face is Skylar. Usually, we can’t get her to shut up.” Now Skylar wanted to punch Jake, too. Why couldn’t they just shut their mouths?

            “I see,” the Professor said, pursing her lips. There was something about this professor that made Skylar uneasy. “Well, you may take your seats.”

            “Open your math books to page four,” said Professor Jewitt. Then she narrowed her eyes, looking directly at Skylar. “We’ll see just how much you know.”

 

***

Twelve year old Carter, and eleven year old Kendra raced through the empty halls of the school. “Using her power amulet, indeed,” Carter huffed. “We’re gonna get in trouble if dad finds out!”

            “Carter,” Kendra said, glaring at him, “We’re definitely going to be in trouble, if we can’t find our classroom,” she said as-a-matter-a-factly.

            “OUR SISTER JUST VIOLATED THE ONLY RULE THAT WE HAD TO FOLLOW, ON OUR FIRST DAY!” He yelled, his voice echoing down the halls.

            “Will you please shut up?” she asked. “You’re the one who is gonna get us in trouble, screaming it to the whole world.” She said grumpily.

He glared at her. “DO YOU KNOW HOW DANGEROUS IT IS TO USE OUR AMULETS—,” he was interrupted,

            “Is there something wrong?” a female voice asked coldly. The two kids whirled around. A woman was standing in the doorway of a classroom right behind them.

            “Um, no, Professor,” Kendra squeaked. “We were just… Um… looking for our classroom.” She gently flipped her honey-colored hair over her shoulder.

            “Please follow me.” The teacher said, motioning into the classroom behind her. The classroom, just happened to be full of students. Carter scanned the class, and then he spotted Jake, Leiza, and Skylar near the back. “Leiza,” she said. The girl looked up from her homework sheet. She looked surprised.

“Yes, Professor Jewitt?”

“Are these your… relatives…?” This time, Leiza looked over at Skylar. Skylar gave her ‘The look’.

“No, Professor.” Leiza lied. She had a feeling that Skylar sensed that this was dangerous.

Carter opened his mouth, but Kendra jabbed her elbow into his side. He shut his mouth, and remained silent.  She knew that their older siblings had a good reason to lie, whatever it may be.  The Professor looked surprised. “You’re… quite sure?” she asked.

            “Of course we are,” Skylar sneered. “Don’t you think we would know who we’re related to?”

Jake gave her a warning look. “Please, Professor,” Kendra began, “We’re late for our class. Could you please direct to the correct room?”

            “What class is it that you want?” Professor Jewitt asked, the cold tone returning to her voice.

            “General science, grade eight,” she answered.

            “It’s door eight, over in the next hallway.”

 

Kendra murmured a thank you, and then dragged Carter from the room. They entered the classroom and looked around. It was empty. “Hmm,” Kendra mused. “Maybe she misspoke herself,” she said after checking the door number. “Well, this is the general science room,” she pointed to a sign on the wall. It read, “Jackson Jewitt loves General Science.”

           
“Maybe we’re early,” Carter offered.

            “We can’t be early,” Kendra murmured, looking fixatedly at the blackboard. She glanced at her watch. “Classes for this time frame should be almost halfway through.”

Carter saw some movement out of the corner of his eye, near the window of the room. He started walking toward the general area he saw the movement in.

Suddenly, Kendra heard a scuffle out in the hall. She turned, just in time to see Skylar burst into the room. “Carter!” she yelled. “It’s a trap!”  

 

 

Monday, April 7, 2014

Heyyy, guys! It's Patricia... and please feel free to ignore Emilie's comment about me being gone, and her posting all the time. I WAS gone. But SO WAS SHE. XD.
Anyway, down to business.
I have thought of some new ideas for you...

  1. Keep a journal with daily entries on how much you've written. In the Go Teen Writer's word war, I started doing this, and it has helped me a TONNNN. Ex: 4-7-14. Word count at beginning of day: 14,612. Word count at end of day: 16,466. It's as simple as that.
  2. Have a word war. I mentioned Go Teen Writer's word war, earlier, and I am referring to it again. IT WAS AMAZHANG. It really helped me connect with other authors, who are my age, and gave me GREAT headway on my novel. Here's the link: http://goteenwriters.blogspot.com You really should check it out! But... I'll give you a quick description. A word war is... a war... Either against a fellow author, or against the clock. (For either) You set your timer for the amount of time that you've chosen, and you just write. That. Whole. Entire. Time. But it is SO productive. In one hour, I was able to write over 3k words. That's a lot of words, for me, to write, in one hour.
Sorry this is short, guys... But I have some stuff to do.

Talk to you soon! (Hopefully.)

~
Keep writing!

<3
Patricia Rane

Friday, February 21, 2014

Hullo!

Heyyyyy it's Emilie again! Imma back to posting! And Patricia is starting to be the one that's NOT. WHO'S NOT POSTING NOW, HUH SHMARTYPANTS?

Anywho, I wanted to ask you a couple questions. And no, you're not in trouble.

Well, actually, they're not questions as much as they're just suggestions and requests.

FIRST REQUEST: Email us if you need help!!

I know we all kinda avoid doing stuff like that, but please, we're here to help. And no matter how dumb you think your story is, it doesn't take much to impress me. So if your story is like, "once upon a time there was a girl who died. The end." I'll be like, "WHAT IS THIS BRILLIANCE?" so it's really okay to email us. We really want to help you out.

SECOND REQUEST: Comment!!

We're looking for comments, peeps! So leave them so we can look at them! We totally swarmed that other person's comment like flies on honey! (Wait a minute, I thought flies ate dead stuff. And wouldn't it be bees swarming the honey? THIS LIFE DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE)

THIRD REQUEST: Actually, there's no third request. BUT I TRICKED YA!

So, thank you all for reading our blog, and good night! *vanishes in a puff of smoke*

Keep writing!
- Emilie

How to Improve Your Humor, So That It's Actually Funny

Hi, this is Emilie. I'm going to help you with your comical relief, humor,  and basically everything else that makes you laugh. Like when the eleventh Doctor is trying to get used to his tastebuds. I can't really help with that, it's already perfect.

The Doctor: "You're Scottish, fry something!"
**bacon is handed to him**
The Doctor: "Ooh, bacon. I love bacon. **tastes bacon** AGH THIS IS BACON ARE YOU TRYING TO POISON ME?"

Ahem...

Anywho, the name of this post is incredibly long, I know, but I hope you get my point. Humor makes you laugh. Obviously. But when it comes to making OTHER people laugh, well, then, this is where I come in. Here are some simple steps to make your writing funnier.

1. Say something unexpected.

When being unexpected, you:
- Say something very strange and maybe even creepy. "I don't usually panic, but when I do, I run around screaming with my head stuck in a lampshade."

- Say something that plays on a common annoyance or something that everybody knows well. In this excerpt from my friend's book, Finding the Flame, Sativa is answering the phone, but is watching out for any of her enemies. My friend (who's name is Kaylee Bowing) wrote that little part at the end because she finds that all telemarketers that call her ask if she wants whatever she's asking about in plaid. She was playing on that common nuisance to generate humor.  Sativa picked up the phone. "Hello? And if you're a soul-sucking telemarketer, I don't want any magical love stones, or anything with plaid."

When saying something no one expects, it generates a funny mental picture and makes almost anyone smile. You can't be too random, however, or people may think the line is cheesy. Balance out the unexpectedness and the context, so that you have a perfectly-crafted punchline that'll really make everyone smile.

2. Use lots of quirky metaphors and similes. 

When using metaphors, you:
- Try to create a funny and humorous mental picture. This is a excerpt from Rick Riordan's Percy Jackson and the Olympians series, when Percy says something surprising to Annabeth. She looked like I'd just said, "I need to eat a large, smelly boot." This is not exactly a metaphor, but it creates the mental picture of Percy eating a large smelly boot, which is both disgusting and hilarious. Another example is, for instance, if someone has just seen something disturbing, you could say, "He/She looked as if she'd/he'd just seen the result of a frog and a donkey having a baby." This might make you think of a nasty little brown hairy frog with two gigantic donkey ears making it impossible for it to hop around. Doesn't that make you want to laugh?

- Make it longer than usual, therefore avoiding a cliche. If someone said, "the peanut butter was as sticky as glue," that isn't funny. It's kind of annoying, actually, considering everyone on the planet uses that metaphor. Instead you could think of something ELSE that's sticky, like duct tape, and then think about what could make it even stickier. So, instead you could say, "the peanut butter was as sticky as a piece of duct tape that had just run a marathon." Again, it creates a very strange mental picture of a piece of duct tape with one of those elastic bands around the top of it inching along the track. In a similar way, instead of saying "My friend looked sad," you could say, "my friend looked like she'd just found a dead puppy in her bed." How sad would you be if you saw a dead puppy in your bed?

3. Comical wording.

When wording things comically, you:
- Use funny words. Try to make something that someone says into a funny sentence by switching words around or using different punctuation. Read this little scene:

I looked over at Drew, who was tugging at the bars wildly. "Stop," I said. "It's not going to do anything. We're trapped."
"Well we have to get out!" Drew panted.
"Well, yeah!" I said.

Okay, you get the picture. Apparently you and a guy named Drew are stuck somewhere. If you want comic relief, you could say:

I looked over at Drew, who was tugging at the bars wildly. "Stop," I said. "It's not going to do anything. We're trapped."
"Well we have to get out!" Drew panted.
I snorted. "Well, duh."

Okay, that sounds much funnier. You know why? Because I used the word snorted. That kind of word always makes people laugh. It's just that kind of word. It sounds funny. Another selection of funny words is: Chortled, giggled, snickered, and wailed.

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Hopefully I have officially enlightened you on how to make your story more funny! I might make a second part to this, so leave a comment below to tell me if you think that's a good idea. But now...

Keep writing!
- Emilie


Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Perfect characters aren't legit.

Okay... so I was thinking. (I do that a lot). And my thoughts were all about our blog... and writing problems that I run into. (Well, they were also on my algebra homework, which I was doing... Hey, I love multitasking...)
And I figured that the NUMBER 1 PROBLEM that I run into with my characters... IS... Making them seem 'real'. Now, I know that we did a post on 'Making your scene real' and all that rot... BUUTTTTTT. I realized that I didn't really talk about characters that much.
So.......... HERE WE GO.

Hello, readers! It's Patricia on this lovely day, and I am going to be talking about making your characters seem realistic.
Here are a few questions that you can ask yourselves...

1. Does your character experience real life emotions? Sadness, depression, frustration, confusion, anxiety... blah, blah, blah... Because I know, as an author, that if I don't try reallllllly harddddd to make my characters seem TRULY going through those emotions, than they seem HAPPAHAPPAHAPPAHY all the time. A way that I 'live' through my characters, or see life through their perspective is keep a journal written by them. I know that I have already said this, but it relates to the topic at hand. It REALLLLY HELPS. 

2. If your characters do, than are they feeling this way in an unrealistic amount? Like, all the time?
Are they too moody? Well, you probably want to know how to fix it... Just change the adjectives describing the person... Or their attributes... Or... Etc.

3. Does everything just work out fine and dandy all the time. Your answer should be: NO

Whale... Hopes this helps you. And please ignore Emilie... She hadn't been on for weeks... XD. Sooo yeah. Feel da burn, Emilie, Hun. Haha! I just rhymed!!!

Ah, well. We all know who the funniest one is... XD. 

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Keep writing!

<3

Patricia Rane 

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

A couple of random thoughts for you.

Heeeey, guys.......... It's Patricia, again. Yeah. Emilie is NOT dead, which is good, since (MOST OF THE TIME), she has awesome ideas, and adds productive stuff to our blog. MOST. OF. DE. TIME. Can you tell that we really love each other...? Cuz, I certainly can!
Anywho... (SOS, Patricia! You're supposed to be blogging!).

So, this blog post has several points I want to make with you... So let's get started!

First of all, I want to let you know of some other notable, and awesome sites you can turn to, if you get totally annoyed and upset with us for being silly, and not staying on track. And.... They... Are... (see what I mean...?) *drumroll* (did I ever tell you about the time that Emilie got run over by a cow...?) :

http://goteenwriters.blogspot.com

http://towritetheway.blogspot.com

These are two WONDERFUL sites for you to look at, so please do! ('nuff said. I don't want to start sobbing about how wonderful they are, and get all blubbery on my computer.) But, seriously. **sobs**. They are so wonderful. Just take 2 seconds-- (if you have a super-duper fast, highspeed browser that takes nanoseconds to loadddd.) -- and look at them.

Second of all, I want to talk length. Yup. One of the most commonly asked questions in the authoring world is: How long should my novel be?
Weeelll... this might not satisfy you... but: THERE IS NO RIGHT OR WRONG ANSWER.

Your novel should be as long as you want it, and if the publisher doesn't like it, then... well... PFFT. SORRY FOR BUSTING YOUR BUBBLE, MR. PUBLISHING-PANTS, BUT YOU DONT DESERVE MY BOOK. (!!!)

I recently read a novella that was 61 pages. It was AMAZING. I recently read an 870 paged book. It was AMAZING. Just be thorough in what you want to say, and don't leave out descriptions. Descriptions will fill in the empty space for you.


Thirdly, some advice. Be yourself in your writing. Don't be other people. If I write, strictly using Rick Riordan's style, than I wouldn't be being Patricia Rane. I would be being Rick Riordan (And I would probably get into trouble for plagerism.) While I use Riordan's style, and many other's, as well, I have my own twist to things.

And, lastly: DONT BE AFRAID TO EXPAND.
I'll be sitting at my desk writing, and get an idea for another story... it happens. It really does.
If you're not 'feeling it' anymore, or think that you can't finish it because your writing is flawed, here is a list of stuff you can try:
  • Try changing POV. A new character's perspective might put a fresh view on things.
  • Add a new character.
  • Write down your other ideas on notecards so that you can focus on completing your original work.
  • If you want, begin those new ideas. The birth of a new story always helps to make things positive!
  • Take a break.
Hope this advice helps!

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Keep writing!

<3

Patricia Rane

Monday, February 17, 2014

How to keep it going.


Yokay... So lets get down to the point. This is the picture: You have this million-dollar idea, and you decide to write it. You get fifty pages and are on top of the world. Then you get another million-dollar idea... and you write that one too. But that original one ends up sitting in your computer file gathering dust. You love your first idea, but you've got more passion for the second... Besides, fifty pages is waaayyy too short to be a novel, and you're not even almost done with it... What should you do?

 

Relax. Very simple task, right? I mean, an author's best friend is inspiration. Without it, you wouldn't even have your million-dollar ideas, in the first place. SOOOOOOOO. Moral of the story? I have come up with a solution to all of your problems... and unless you have no clue how to type on a computer, or write on paper, you won't have to consume all your time, and wreak havoc on your grades; bringing your parents and teachers swooping down like angry vultures to devour your story. Yeah.

 

I've come up with a daily checklist for you...

 

  • Come up with a writing goal. If you just buckle down and write 1,000 words a day, you could have your first draft completed in 1-2 months. (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
  • Keep your space clean. Like they say, a clean desk is a clean mind.
  • Keep a journal written by your character. If you write when you're feeling emotional, from your character's POV, then you, most likely will get to know your character better. If you keep a journal, with them feeling your emotions, than they (to your readers) will seem more humanistic. Meaning, that if you see them from a different perspective, and write with those ideas, then the audience won't get the idea that your character is perfect. You don't want your characters to be perfect. If they are perfect, than it won't be realistic. There are some exceptions, and very good ones, at that. Hermione Granger, from, "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone", by J.K. Rowling. But, she is only that way in the first part of the book. She is the straight A know-it-all, who does nothing but read, and get answers right.  Later on, she becomes one of the most important characters in the whole, entire book series. The second example is from the multiple books by Stephanie Morill. In her books, the snobbish, bratty characters are the perfect ones. The ones who wear fifty pounds of makeup, wake up with perfect hair, and wear skinny jeans all the time. They are the outwardly flawless ones, but are very twisted on the inside. I'm so sorry. That just turned into a pep talk. Oh well... every tip counts, right?
  • Turn off the social media!!! Can we all agree that FaceBook, Twitter, Email, Pinterest, Instagram, and other media sites suck up a lot of our daily lives? I mean, come on, people... this is the 21st century. They are like dementors (another Harry Potter reference.). They suck away at your time. Time that you could be writing... See what I'm getting at?
  • Use whatever time you like the best. If you're a night owl, and get the urge to write before bed, do so. If you are a morning person, get up an hour early. If you like writing whenever, do that. Now, as a student at VPSA, I know that homework ALWAYS comes first. No ifs, whens, buts, or whys. But if I find that I have ten minutes before class, I write. It all adds up.
That's pretty much it... if you have any questions, email me: raneandgraye@gmail.com

Keep writing!

<3

Patricia Rane
P.s. One of my favorite quotes is: "One hundred words a day keep writers block away." --Anonymous.

Heroes By Day (By Emilie Graye) - Chapter One and Prologue

Here is the prologue and first chapter of the book I'm writing!! :D I thought you might enjoy reading it, so you can see my writing style and maybe understand more about what I say in my psycho blog posts.

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Prologue

Buildings crashed to the ground in New York City, as an evil laugh filled the air. People were screaming and running as a gigantic iron robot smashed through the streets.
Its eyes shot lasers, cutting down lampposts and cracking monuments. Choppers filled the skies, and police cars dotted the city. “We need the heroes!” someone shrieked as their car got smashed with the robot’s foot.
The evil laugh sounded again, from inside the robot. “Nothing can stop the powerful Grenagade!” the voice sneered. “Gonna call on your puny heroes to save you?” 
The robot’s head turned, laser eyes zapping the base of an apartment building that was in its way and making it tumble to the ground. 
The robot halted in the middle of the street, and a door opened in its chest. A metal staircase unfolded, and someone walked out.
His red, laser-like eyes glinted from behind his black mask, and his torn cape billowed around him. He was dressed in all black, but gears ground where his chest should have been. He twisted his black beard as he looked around. “Behold, the mighty Grenagade,” he said, voice louder than it should have been. Pictures were snapped, and people were gathering. “I come to challenge any heroes to fight me.” He chuckled evilly, red eyes glowing. “If they are strong enough.” Then he raised his voice. “They have twenty-four hours, or they’ll see New York City destroyed!” He laughed maniacally and entered his robot again.

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“There’s a new one up in New York,” Lu Turner said to her friend across the cafeteria table in her school. “Name’s Grenagade.” She looked at her phone, at the email she had gotten. Her friend’s face was surprisingly normal; he looked as if this wasn’t very interesting news. 
Lu continued scrolling though the email. “Half robot, likes destroying stuff with a robot he calls “Crusher”… typical…” she looked up at him. “So, what do you say?”
“I’m not going all the way up to New York,” he said, leaning back on his chair. His food was cold however, so that meant that he was at least a little interested.
“Chris, come on,” she said, putting down her phone. Her electric blue eyes sparkled with excitement. “We haven’t had a nemesis in a long time!”
“I’m telling you, even if we drove the whole way there, we wouldn’t get there in twenty-four hours. It would be too late.”
“It’s never to late for heroes, Chris London. You should know that.”
He peered at her before saying, “Fine, whatever. But let’s hurry. I want to get back, just in case this is a distraction.”
So, they both went home after school. Excited, and a little worried. Their parents didn’t usually like them going off and saving the day… since they always wanted to do it themselves.
“Mom, I’m home!” Lu called when she got home, plopping her backpack next to her shoes. “I have to talk to you about something.”
“If it’s about Grenagade, you can’t go,” she called back from upstairs.
“But he looks fun!”
“Being a hero isn’t about having fun,” she said, walking down the stairs. Her pretty gray eyes sparkled, but Lu knew that you shouldn’t let that fool you. She could pack a lot of power in one of her tornadoes.
“Mom…” Lu sighed. “You’re planning to go defeat him yourself, aren’t you?”
“Well, maybe…”
“Why can’t you give me a turn?!” Lu yelled, exasperated. “I like helping you, Mom. A lot! Besides, Chris is already gonna go.”
She shrugged. “I’m sorry dear,” she said, “but he just looks a little to dangerous for you.”
“I’m going, Mom. I need to. It’s my job! I’m not a superhero just to stand around doing nothing. We have about twenty-two hours before he completely destroys New York City. Don’t you think you might need at least a little help?”
She bit her lip. “I’ll have to talk about it with your father,” she said.
“Fine, go ahead,” she grumbled. “I’ll be up in my room, planning for the battle.”
I never said you could…” her Mom started, but she had disappeared. “Lu, I told you not to do that when I’m talking to you!” she said. “Come back down here this instant.”
Lu was muttering to herself when she came back down the stairs. “I thought we were done talking,” she said.
“No, we weren’t,” Mrs. Turner said, sternly. Her hands were on her hips and her eyes were swirling with rainclouds. “I never said you could go. And I never said you were allowed to use your power.”
“It’s not a big deal, Mom, really!” she said. “I just…”
“Used your power. Running at the speed of light can be pretty conspicuous.”
“No one can see me when I do it,” she said. “Besides, we’re inside. It’s not like anyone’s peering through our windows.”
“I never said you were going to go,” Mrs. Turner repeated.
“Fine, I heard you the first time.” She ran so fast up the stairs she was only a blur, and Mrs. Turner sighed. Then she turned and walked into the kitchen, picking up the phone and dialing Mr. Turner’s number.
Upstairs, Lu had dialed on her phone Chris’ number.
“Yo,” he answered.
“Hey, Chris? I need a favor.”
“What is it?”
“Can you hitch me a ride? Say, in a couple hours?”
Chapter One

“This is a bad idea,” Chris groaned as he started his parent’s car. “I’m driving without a license.”
The crickets chirped loudly and the moon was bright. It was around ten o’clock, and their parents were asleep. 
“That’s what’s dangerous about this plan?” Lu asked him, incredulous. 
“Dur, maybe,” he replied sarcastically. “Which one is the acceleration again?”
“Chris!”
“Geez, I’m joking...” he began muttering to himself as he pulled out of the driveway. 
He drove nervously, humming to himself and tapping the wheel. Pathetically they inched down the street. Slowly, they began to drive more smoothly, and Chris leaned back. 
“Chris, you aren’t holding the wheel!” Lu exclaimed.
He laughed a little, then pointed to the wheel that was moving on its own. “I can make unliving things alive, remember?”
She crossed her arms. “You made the car have a brain?” she asked disbelievingly.
“Hey, at least he knows where we want to go,” he said, reclining his seat and closing his eyes.
“He?” Lu asked him. “How do you know which gender it is? Can it talk to you?”
“I dunno, it just sounds right.”
Lu shook her head and turned to look out of the window. Lights streaked across the blackened scene. 
“How long till we get to New York City?” she asked after a while. 
“We’re kind of close,” he said. “I think I’m naming him Julian.”
“What, the car?” she asked. “Pfft, whatever. Stay focused, Chris. Do you have your suit?”
“I’m wearing it right now,” he said. 
“I’m wearing mine too.We never know what to expect, right?” She glanced at him. “How many hours do we have?”
“About... like, fifteen?”
“Okay, well, I guess that’s enough,” she murmured. 
“Honestly, this Grenagade sounds a little lame...”
“Gigantic rampaging robots with laser eyes? Guy with a bunch of gears instead of a heart and lungs?””
Chris bit his lip, brown hair getting into his eyes like it usually did. He looked up at the ceiling of the car while Julian nearly crashed the car into the back of another one, before swerving to an empty lane. “Okay, so the guy has a couple weird problems, but like, he doesn’t sound too bad. Remember, that one villain? The guy with the spiky hair and the Italian accent and the––”
“Okay, yeah, I thought you promised not to bring that guy up,” Lu said.
“Oops, sorry...”

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It wasn’t that hard to locate Grenagade and Crusher because of the collapsing buildings and the screaming people. Sirens wailed as they got out of the car and looked up at the big black robot moving through the city. They shut the doors, still staring up at Crusher.
“Let’s do this,” Lu said.
He nodded. They had taken off the clothes they were wearing over their suits in the car. Chris was now dressed in a bright cherry red outfit with yellow lightning bolts all over it. He slipped on a black mask and looked over at Lu, who was outfitted in a electric blue suit with a flames running down her legs. 
“Okay, so here’s the plan,” he said. “I fly up to Crusher’s head and make a bunch of lampposts start attacking him. You do... something.”
“Yeah, great plan, can’t wait to get killed,” she groaned, but let Chris use his rocket-boots to fly up towards the robot.
He landed on its head, stomping. “Hey, rust-bucket, got a brain in there?” he called, then after he had gotten Crusher’s attention, he pointed at a lamppost with a black-gloved hand. “Animan-Zap!” He yelled, and a bolt of light shot from his pointer. It hit the lamppost and slowly the lamppost rose out of the ground on two legs. Arms sprouted out of the sides, and it charged towards the robot.
Lu laughed to see Chris flying ahead of an army of lampposts. “You look so heroic!” She called.
“Shut up!” he called back. “I’m in the middle of saving the day!”
Just then all the speakers dotting the streets shrieked, and a evil voice said, “Oh, look! It’s the lamppost brigade!”
“Grenagade,” Lu hissed, walking towards the robot.
“Oh, you’re here too, Streak!” Grenagade taunted. “Too scared to stay apart from your boyfriend?”
“Loser,” Chris muttered as he ordered the lampposts to halt and joined up with Lu. “Hey, we’re gonna defeat you!” he called. “Thought I might give you a heads-up, before you, you know, go crying to mommy and all.”
“Ooh, I’m so scared,” Grenagade jeered.
Lu’s belt flashed to existence on her waist. It had two glowing red knives, about a foot long, in them. She drew them, one for each hand, then the next thing she knew they had passed clean through the robots legs, and she was on the other side to catch them. Then she appeared next to Chris again.
The robot twisted, then the whole thing dropped down to its knees. The legs were immobilized. Lu felt like Grenagade wasn’t even trying.
“I’m not finished with you,” Grenagade announced, and the whole robot sprouted spider legs and a spider jaw. The legs folded into its body, along with the arms, and an abdomen grew out of the iron. Its eight eyes shot lasers at the two heroes, but Lu grabbed Chris and ran out of the way. 
Crusher scuttled around, legs making holes in the pavement. It shot lasers again, but Chris’ lamppost friends threw the spider off balance by ramming into each of its legs, and the lasers crisped a mailbox behind them.
“What do we do now?” Chris asked, sounding breathless.
“What about we run!?” she said, grabbing him and running. Chris used his rockets to stay off the ground, so they she could pull him along. They streaked down one street and swerved around a corner with the sound like a race car.
“I just got an idea,” he said as they ducked behind a trashcan. They heard Grenagade laugh something about fleeing from far away, and the spider’s scuttling could be detected from within the noise of sirens and choppers.
“What is it, then?” she asked.
“How about I make a whole building come alive?”
“No thanks. Unless it’s a bank. Then we could say the economy was turning against us, or something witty like that.”
“That would be really funny.”
“I was just joking,” Lu said, starting to get annoyed. “So, what are we going to do? You know you don’t have enough Animan-Zap for something big like that after that thing with the lampposts.”
He shrugged. “It was just an idea, you know. Do you have anything better?”
“We need more supers.”
“Where are we gonna get more? You’re the only super I know.”
“Well, let’s just hope some more come.”
As if on cue, a blast of pink light lit up the sky and came hurtling down towards the ground like a comet and she heard someone yell, “Slash attack!”
A ninja warrior, or something, shot down from the sky and landed on the spiders head, spinning a double-edge sword. Her eyes were glowing white, without irises, behind her black mask. Her whole suit was pink, and she had short pink boots and gloves. She was slender and graceful as she did flips down Crusher’s body.
“Let’s go help her!” Chris said, then he flew up towards the robot. Lu sighed and raced after him.
Grenagade was cursing his robot into the speakers as Crusher turned aimlessly around and around, trying to find the intruder. The pink girl stabbed into the metal with her sword, twisting it and making a grinding sound. She turned her head towards Chris and Lu. “Slash attack!” she yelled, white eyes glowing. She continued flipping and stabbing, seemingly knowing where Crusher was most vulnerable.
Chris and Lu exchanged glances. “Are you a hero?”
The girl turned towards them, curling her lip and revealing surprisingly long and sharp teeth. “Yes. Slash.”
“I’m assuming her name is Slash,” Chris murmured to Lu out of the side of his mouth.
“Yeah, me too.” Lu drew her knives quickly as the robot jolted beneath her feet. Chris was hovering and didn’t move, but he looked startled. “What’s going on?” he asked.
“Robot failing!” Slash exclaimed. “System shutting down! Yarrr!” She jumped nimbly off to the roof of a building as the whole robot twisted sideways and collapsed. People started to gather around the fallen robot. 
“Hey, thanks for helping us,” Chris said. “We couldn’t have done it alone.”
“Slash hate robot!” she shrieked.
“She meant ‘you’re welcome’,” Lu assured her friend, who just shrugged.
Just then the loud speakers flared again. “ARGH!” Grenagade yelled. “I will be back, super-losers! And when I do, you cannot stop me!” The head opened up and a small spaceship flew out, into the sky.
“He’s getting away!” Chris yelled, starting to fly up to chase him, but Lu pulled him gently down. “Give it a rest,” she said. “It’s too late to go after him.”
Sighing, Chris flew both of them down to the ground, where people were clapping and cheering, and Slash just jumped and alighted as lightly as a cat onto the pavement. They signed a couple autographs, until they made it back to their car, which was shocking one of the few things in the square that was still intact. Remains of buildings laid everywhere and they had to go around some pieces to get to it. Julian whirred happily when they approached, making the wheels turn sideways.
Lu turned to Chris. “Ready to go?”
“Yup. Is it okay if… Slash comes with us?”
“Sure, I guess. Where is she?”
“Right here!” Slash yelled, voice coming from the top of the car. “Yarrr! Me hate robot! Me hate robot!”
“Come on, Slash, get into the car,” Chris called. She swung around the top of the car through the open door and slid gracefully into the seat. She shut the door, laying her double-edges sword on her lap. Her hot pink outfit glowed slightly. Her white eyes glowed even more. To Lu, she was kind of creepy.
As they drove away, they took off their masks. “That was fun, I guess,” Lu sighed as she leaned back on her seat. 
“Seriously? We hardly did anything,” Chris said. “Slash did everything.”
A unfamiliar voice said from the back, “no, I think you helped weaken him.”
They both looked, startled, into the back seat, and saw Slash had changed from a crazed, white-eyed superhero into a regular, blonde-haired girl in a pink suit. Her eyes still glowed pure white, Lu noticed. “What is it? Do I have my shirt on backwards?” she asked, sounding defensive.
“...Nothing,” Lu said, a little weirded out, but trying not to show it. “So… Slash. Where ya from?”
“Lexitron,” she said matter-of-factly. “My planet is not far from Earth, actually. But it is a dangerous place. I came to Earth when I was just a little kid.”
“Oh, so, you’re like an alien?” Chris asked slowly.
“Yes.” Slash sounded offended.
“It’s fine,” he said quickly. “I’m just trying to clarify the facts… and stuff.”
“My name is Faye Spentan,” she said. “That is my cover-up name, anyway. And you are?”
“I’m Lu Turner,” Lu explained. “This is Chris London. His real name is Christopher, but he doesn’t really like it all that much.”
“Yeah, Chris works for me,” he said.
“We’re heading home. I’m sure my mom will let you stay at my house, or something,” Lu said. “Just do me a favor and don’t say anything about fighting Grenagade and all. We weren’t really, ya know, supposed to be doing it.”
Faye nodded. “I won’t say a word.”
“Where do you live?” Chris asked, sounding curious.
“Nowhere,” she replied. “I just wander… I don’t really live anywhere.”
“What about Lexitron?”
“I don’t go there anymore,” she said quickly. “No one should go there. The danger there is….” she shuddered.
Lu was a little speechless by her reply, then she said, “Oh… uh, okay. Sorry, I was just wondering.”
“It’s fine,” Faye said quietly.
They were silent the rest of the way home, and Chris quietly pulled up in front of Lu’s house. The sky was lightening, and Lu knew she would have to hurry just in case her parents woke up, or something like that.
“Bye, Chris,” she whispered. “Oh, and… Julian.”
Julian honked a little, then Chris drove down the street and out of sight. Faye casually twirled her sword. “This is where you live?”
“Yup. Come on, and be quiet,” Lu replied, and they both tiptoed to the porch.
The Turners were asleep when they both got in Lu’s bed and went to sleep, so Lu knew that they would never know that she had been out.
But she was wrong.