This is Mark, Andrew, Logan, Diane, Becky and George from Post a Book!
Thank you so much for accompanying us on this wonderful and exciting journey!
Today “marks” the birthday of Post a Book since we began our adventures about a year ago. 🙂 We have the story plot down, along with the drawings, and a group of lovely readers who have been so supportive! 😀
So, to celebrate this wonderful achievement, we’d like to throw a party for all of our followers on Teacup TalkandPost a Book. Since the party takes place in a virtual world, please feel free to invite yourself in, lovely folks! At anytime.
Are you ready for some good fun? Let the party begins!
Please note: Because we have a very diverse background in our readership (i.e., age groups), we are going to try our very best to have a little something for everyone. Or at least something everyone can relate to or understand. So we found this movie on YouTube, rated for general audience. Hope you all have fun! 🙂
Selections of cool games of your choices!
Again, we try to find something fun and educational! 🙂
Please feel free to help yourself with all the nom-noms below! We even have some foods for kids!! And don’t forget to grab a to-go plate on your way out! There are plenty of good foods for everyone!! 😀
Thank you so much for coming and having fun with us! Please come back again anytime. We promise to be here!!
We’d like to thank all of you once again for reading Post a Book! Hope you are having as much fun as we are!!
Bet you are also wondering about the current status on voting! So here it is:
there is no leading title at this point!!
*Gasps* The entire room suddenly turned oddly silent with shock. It’s almost like the joy is sucked out of you. Momentarily. “But how can it be?!!” you couldn’t help but shout a little.
Please take a deep breath, everyone, and relax. The results are not set in stone yet. According to our dashboard, some of our lovely readers are still catching up with the chapters (thank you all!), and we still got around 24 more hours before we reveal the final results. 🙂
Meanwhile, in between those wonderful times, anything exciting could happen! (For example, a sudden increase in voters turning up at the booth and turning the tide, etc.) 😀 And wouldn’t that be amazing, folks?
Oh, and the good news is that so far at least one title from each participant has been voted as a favorite! So what does that mean, everyone? Well, it simply means that the titles really ARE fantastic and the competition is ON!! The results are coming very close, so, in order to come up with a winning title, we really need more votes, everyone. Thank you so very much! Continue reading In About 24 Hours, The SECRET Will Finally Be Revealed… 😉→
Thank you so much for all of your support and help! So far, we have 9 people who voted for what they each think is the best title for Post a Book! 🙂
This is so exciting, everyone!! Wow, we are so surprised to see that so far 2 people have chosen the same title… Which one and will it remain the leading title? Well, to ensure no bias occurs in voting, we will only provide you some hints and clues until the voting post closed. Sorry to keep you in suspense… but this is so much fun!)
What if we tell you that this week’s title suggestions for Post a Book is now up and running? Does it make you excited and want to scream and shout?!! Not necessarily for all of you, I suppose, as some of you may be sitting down in an enclosed space or situated in a place that totally prohibits loud noises. But that’s alright. We can do it for you. *Fist pumping and shouting in excitement* 🙂 Wow. That feels good! 🙂
Alright, folks, let’s get to the point and go straight into the submissions we’ve received this week! As always, we appreciate all you lovely folks’ continuous support!! 🙂
While we are waiting for the title submissions, we would like to do a little test on anonymous voting regarding the story we did on Post a Book. Since we’ve never done any voting on our blog before, we would like to make sure we got this right before we do the actual voting eight weeks later. Hence, your participation is very much appreciated!
Jennifer was getting onto the seat behind Logan, who turned and beamed at her. She let down her hair again and clipped her hairpin playfully onto the tip of his nose. The redhead laughed and rode off without removing it. Somehow, the hairpin did not set him into action the way Mark had envisioned: Logan clutching his nose in pain and cussing the hairpin like sailors do.
What shocked him the most, of course, was Andrew. The cowboy half-rose from his seat as he pedaled. That would have never made possible unless his arm was completely healed. Sure enough, Mark caught the glimpse of his arm before he vanished into the distance. The cut off part of Andrew’s sleeve had been miraculously reattached so it was no longer bounded on Becky’s ankle. The entire costume was now crisp and good as new.
Mark stood alone beside the road and remained that way for a long time.
With that being said, the others began preparing their leave, and it was until then Mark noticed some strange phenomenon.
Becky took off first, pedaling as though her hurt ankle did not bother her a bit. How did she manage to do that? But that was not the only thing that surprised him. Diane, whose jumpsuit was no longer tattered, sat behind Becky and rode along as the passenger.
He swiveled to the side when he felt someone nudging his elbow.
It was Diane. She was watching him warily but her eyes had lost their usual spark of interest. She seemed tired. “You coming?”
Mark opened his mouth to speak, but Andrew cut him off, a little too loudly.
“Ya need a ride, Mark?”
He hesitated, feeling every set of eyes stare curiously at him.
“Uh,” he began, unsure of how to put it in words that might seemed less personal, and clutched his antiques. He cleared his throat and shifted his weight uncomfortably.
Luckily for him, there came a flicker of understanding across Andrew’s kind face.
“Ya seen enough of my show already,” he told Mark with a wave of his hand. “Let’s make it a rain check, then.”
Mark gave him a look of gratitude.
Diane spoke suddenly. “Hey,” she said. “You’ll call me?”
Mark knew it was more of a statement than a question; it was written all over her face. “Sure.” Diane, the perfect daughter at home and a role model in school, was always worrying about Mark getting into trouble.
“Really?” said Henry with interest. “You don’t mean the one this afternoon? What’s it called?”
Logan bit his lip and stared into the empty space. His heart was thumping wildly. Who was he to kid? What he told Brad and Henry were far from the truth. In fact, he has never – not even once – gone to any show, let alone Andrew’s.
Great. He had risked his own reputation to save Andrew, only to have his own lie blown.
“Andy and I already made plans. We’re going to hang out with some friends.”
Logan pointed at the cowboy. “Andy here.”
Henry looked at him, surprised. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” answered the redhead, this time more firmly. “Andy here is an awesome dude. He got the coolest and some of the most expensive costumes in town. You guys know what’s it for?” Not waiting for their answers, he abruptly clamped a hand on Andrew’s shoulder and shook it. “It’s for that big show, man. He’s got the leading role too.”
The high school kids exchanged glances and regarded the cowboy for the first time with real friendliness.
Henry sneered. “Think that’s the weird kid in the middle school. You know, that weirdo.” Then in a louder voice, so Logan knew he was spoken to: “You don’t have to be that nice, dude. It’s not worth it – hanging out with a bunch of jerks and all that.”
“Yeah. Let’s go skateboarding.” Brad looked at Logan expectantly and put his hands on the bar, ready to take off.
Logan sighed. “That’d be cool, pals…”
Brad gave him a strange look, accompanied by a look of slight irritation. “But?” He could see the redhead really wanted to go, except something was holding him back.
Jennifer shook her head slightly. “The bats, he told me, were his army of some sort. I don’t think they transform the way he did. They’re just some regular bats he trained after the city Magnus became deserted.”
Becky let out her breath. “I sure hope so…”
Nobody said a word for a long moment. They kept their heads down and moved in silence on the grassy side of the road until a loud sound startled them, coming from somewhere behind.
Mark looked back just as a blur rushed past him and the group, so fast that it made his eyes crossed.
“Naw, Jenny,” Logan groaned. He looked heavenward. “Let’s hope not.”
“No, really. His power was only temporary, you know. That’s why he needed the scepter badly. He believed it would give him even more power.”
George had his mouth wide opened; he was trying to pick out some jellybeans that were stuck between the molars of his lower teeth. Now he paused and said, his words slurred by the finger he put in his mouth, “At least the potion we drank wore off and he stopped controlling our minds. That counts for something. For now.” A drip of drivel was hanging at the corner of his mouth. George slurped quickly, and the drivel ascended back into his mouth, mixed in with the rest of saliva.
The evil bat already seemed like such a long time ago, but everything resurged in their minds clearly and sharply, as though someone had adjusted the telescope lenses and everything was brought into focus again. The massive six-foot frame, the powerful wings, and the terrible glowing eyes of his. The thought had not occurred to them until now – that he might still be alive and may one day return for his revenge.
“Dead or not,” said Diane thoughtfully. “He wouldn’t come for the necklaces again.”
“How’d you know?” asked Becky.
“The entire building was destroyed by his own curse. There’s no need for the key anymore.”
“Unless he still thinks that Mark knew where the real scepter and treasure are.”
“No offense, really,” said Becky suddenly, sounding more like her real self. “I hope you won’t carry on that tradition, Mark.” She stood up. “And another word of advice. Sell those necklaces of yours or keep them away from your house. Do something, Mark. Some bad luck they were.”
“Aw, Becky.” Logan too stood up. He brushed the dirt off his shorts, and the entire group started walking. “Come on, man,” he told her. “You saw Andrew. He destroyed the evil bat.”
“It’s just… I don’t know. John was shrinking fast even when Andrew was crushing him… You really think he’s dead?”
“What for?” said Diane, surprised but touched by his sincerity. “You were right about a lot of things, Andrew. Look what happened to me for being so headstrong.” She paused briefly. “Let’s just forget about it, okay?”
Andrew took a deep breath before he nodded and abruptly turned away. There was a glint of tears in his eyes. Mark knew it must have taken a lot of courage for him to do that.
However, she and John hadn’t the slightest idea about where the treasure room was located and what it looked like. Or else, all they had to do was to simply close their eyes and think of a place they wanted to go.
Now the key scraped against the obsidian stones of the other eight, making a slight clinking sound, as Mark hung it around his neck. Never in his life had he ever imagined that nine little necklaces could be so troublesome.
It was a narrow escape. So narrow that they’d almost believed they would not make it out of the City of Magnus alive .
The towering trees that embowered them swayed gently in the breeze, causing the leaves on the treetops to quiver and part, sending some warm, glistening sunlight into the chilly, gloomy woods.
Jennifer had then placed something in Mark’s hand.
Mark immediately recognized it as another one of his father’s antiques: a flat piece of necklace, made entirely out of solid gold. She told him she had been placing it in that cave opening by the statue upstairs of octagonal room, using it as a means to transport herself to and from the City of Magnus and the Dark Woods.
“It’s a dough with lots of stuffing. Just a friendly warning.”
A flash of fear flickered across the dark lord’s eyes. The others thought they also saw the evil lord cringe slightly. But he puffed his chest and flared his powerful wings as though it meant nothing to him.
Logan quickly drew back the strap of slingshot and released it, sending something flying through the air. The thing flew off course. If the dark lord hadn’t spotted it on time, it would’ve definitely missed its mark.
John craned his neck to the side and caught the flying object with his terrible jaws. He swallowed it whole, chuckling.
“There,” he smiled toothily. “That’s the proof for you. Not even this can hurt me.”
“Logan?” Mark’s heart was pounding furiously. His muscles were tightened. He was ready to leap forward, if necessary.
The redhead’s hands were trembling slightly. Yet he stood his ground. “I’ve forewarned you already.” He swallowed.
“And I shall say the same,” replied John.
The evil lord snapped his eyes back to Mark instantly. “I told you. No tricks! But you sought to trick me anyway. So now I will show you humans what it feels like to be tricked!” He threw back his head and laughed.
The interruption gave Mark enough time to snap out of trance. He backed away slowly from the dark lord, whose growl had deepened. Mark followed the evil lord’s gaze and saw Logan holding a slingshot, edging slowly this way.