ZOM-B and Writing

To start things off, lets do a book review. It's on ZOM-B by Darren Shan. Woah, just Woah. 5 stars.

Now onto the writing part. I have had one of my poems published in not one, but TWO anthologys!! I also tryed peanut butter for the first time. It was DELISH!!

BTW have you seen amazingphil's new video, you should

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=du6MqTiYxF8 - Link

I also got into a website called http://www.wearshare.us where you can make and sell braclets, my account is "oliverthewriter" so you can see them all so you can like them and buy them.

That's all folks!

Love Stoke.

Today we had to paint a park. Simple right...wrong! I have a lot of photos at the twitter @BCCLoveStoke Check them out. But here's one, I acidently painted my hair red when i bumped.my head on the climbing frame.

We did some photos and the swings were amazing Bit of football and stuff. It was great!!!!!

2 short stories and 2 and a half chapters.

Marked…

By Oliver The Writer

@OliverTheWriter

Oliverthewriter.blogspot.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A/N- Greetings! Now what has happened since “Believe”? Well… I got into the Brook Hill School in Texas! So I’m boarding there! I won some poetry competitions and signed up for camp Nanowrimo! So the following is the novel that I wrote then. I’d like to thank everyone involved in “City Youth” a program from Breathe City Church. Iona, Alex, Rob and all the City Youth boys and girls. I would like to say thanks to Mum as well for helping me and supporting me. I also got a new notebook and trying to publish “Gifted” A Christian novel. I also decided to listen to Alex Day as I write. I hope you enjoy reading!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now some short stories with my characters. 1^st, Recycled with Noah and Felix. 2^nd, Carrot cake, where we meet IQ

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Recycled.

A/N This is before marked , a normal day in Idris

I casually went outside with cardboard and bin bags, as others had plastic sledges! Noah slinked out of his house, with a state of the art sleigh, giving me a dirty look. I laughed, sledging in Idris almost never happens, so I made the most of it. I hastily climbed in to my bin bag, and skidded and twisted around the hill, laughing having fun. Then I heard a different laugh, one of a rich boy. “Noah”  I whispered “Ugh.”

He spun and flew down the hill like a bird. I watched, mesmerised, watching him move gracefully down the hill. Bin bag boy. That’s me…                     Noah’s marked body moving made me feel intimidated by my two measly marks…

“I know what you’re thinking”

“What?”

“You want marks… And a sled”

“Watch it!”

“Bin Bag Boy!”

“Nerd”

“You can get some”

“Some what?”

“Some marks, with a stele, I’ve done it loads of times!”

“And I don’t know how!”

“Let me do it then!”

“I wish I could”

“You can have speed, strength, magic, anything!”

“Wait…”

“If I must…” Noah said.

Suddenly, Jason walked out.

“DO THE HARLEM SHAKE!!” He screamed, sending me laughing in the snow.

I stood up, wet, soaking and still laughing. “What was that for?”

“SLENDERMAN IS BEHIND YOU!”

“Are you mental Jason? There is nothing there but a snow angel!” I said, demonstrating by turning around.

“Sorry, I like being random” Jason muttered

“We’ve noticed” Noah said. Jason rolled a snowball, and chucked at me, I caught it and threw it at Noah, right in the nose. I gave a slight chuckle. Noah threw another, and another until a massive snowball war broke out. I laughed. I felt happy. When suddenly my bin bag flew away. We chased after it, laughing and screaming until Jason grabbed it. I felt happy, even eco sleds matter.

“You should get one”

“Not the mark thing again…” I muttered

“No, a sled, I’ll get you one”

“Thanks”

Then I realised that I couldn’t feel my feet. I ran inside the institute, and put my feet up by the fire with my mug of hot cocoa. Tired I took a doze, sleeping and dreaming.

 

I’m having shortcake with Jason and Noah, but suddenly he gets his knife out and marks me again. I scream at the pain but it’s already done. I fainted and…

 

My eyes opened, a new day again. Noah’s there with 2 sledges, one for...me? I took it… and another day off laughing began. Snowballs, falling and sledging…and hot cocoa by the fire.

But there was a stele in his pocket…

 

The End

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Carrot Cake

I love to write, like write write. You know, the one with a pencil and paper. The one you do whist watching manga. The one you illustrate using online tutorials. The one that starts with carrot cake. A nice, cinnamon carrot cake with a cup of tea. One sugar. And a ginger biscuit.

          I write anything. Novels, Books, Poems, Screenplays. Anything. Utopia and Dystopia.  Magic and Romance. Short and long. And a little bit of graphic novel.

My notepad has a thin black swirly cover and a rainbow coloured spin, looping the pages together. I draw, write and doodle in there. I guess it’s fun. I guess it’s cool. Maybe a bit like therapy sometimes.

I’m George, though everyone calls me IQ. Cause I’m braining, smart, nerdy. Crazy (A bit).

I love to watch a film or read a book every night, I barley sleep, just enjoy carrot cake and read. When people ask me what I like, I say carrot cake, because I know in my head, I mean writing. The one thing I truly adore. Then Totoro, but this isn’t about that.

I went to see a fellow writer today. The lent my another film by the people who made  totoro, and two classic dystopians.1984 and cosmopolis! I snuggled up with them before bed…not  in that way. Did you think of it like that?

Well, this writer was studying at an university, and I was so happy to meet him. I got some scrambled eggs, a cereal bar and… of course…Carrot Cake. It was delicious. I wondered why they called it “Good” Friday. But still, he was amazing, he taught me a lot today.

We then watched spirited away together, and I loved it, I love anything magical. I would love to live in a new world, a new place and time.

Magic and Carrot Cake. That’s what makes happiness.

I think so, at least. I then went home to write. It was Friday night writes after all, and I want to write, my twitter dashboard quiet until the ten minute breaks, and the write club hashtag trending. It happens every morning when I wake up on Saturday, It feels like I accomplished something, I don’t know what. It still feels good.

Writing is fun, and good for the tired, restless brain. I feel like I’m writing another person’s life, sometimes like I am that person. Sometimes I learn from my other characters and at other times I become them. I write in bed. Not like that. I write with my teddy bears and with my books by my side, books under my pillow case and the thought of carrot cake.

Carrot cake makes a bad thing good (Just like Rastamouse)

THE END

 

 

 

And Now… The story…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Prologue

“Will it hurt?” I asked, exposing my arm to the knife about to mark my skin.

“All runes hurt Felix, but I promise they’re worth it” Noah explained, the knife touching my skin. I  flinched, I’ve been marked with shadowhunter runes before, but then I was young, now I‘m 11 and I’m open to the pain.

Pain. The first word and feeling in my mind. Searing pain as the knife drew the rune. Slowly, Up. Down. Across and flick. It looked Japanese, I sniggered. I don’t know why. How’s Japanese funny?

Anyway, It hurt…A lot. But I’m fine now. Thanks for asking. Noah wasn’t fine. He was being bombarded with my questions.

“What was that knife thing?”

“A STELE, Felix, how many times?”

“What will it do?”

“Help you fight!”

“Against?”

“DEMONS!”

“I know, I’m still new to this business”

“Nerd”

“Freak”

We laughed.

Marks change you, we Nephlim know that. But it changed me more than ever. This is my story…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Part 1

Marks

One must always be careful of books," said Tessa, "and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us.”

― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

Chapter 1

Hello… How do you do? I’m Felix, Felix Harper Host. I’m one of the Shadowhunters. Some group of people who kick the asses of demons. Yup, we’re a big bunch of bad asses. Anyway, I’m trained by Noah, a cool 15 year old who treats me like a baby, even though I’m 11. He’s killed lots of demons. I’ve killed none…yet, just you wait, I’m so going to kill some.

 I guess I’m sort of a nerd. I own a Da Vinci journal and a fountain pen. I am SO a nerd. Books are my life. My journal is where my life is written. I might stick some extracts in here. Who knows? This is my book. My words, my page. I go to boarding school in Idris, the Nephlim country, yet it’s not on the map. We are a secret organization. So this is a secret book on sale. Kind of.

I have a lot of paintings, drafts and posters plastered around my room. I have a Japanese rug and a matching duvet. Moving round you will see my desk, my netbook, tablet and smartphone it here, as well as my journal and notepad. I have a pen pot where I keep my pens, obviously. I write to my pen pal here. I have a sleeping bag and a wardrobe full of clothes. That’s my room in my school. That’s where I live. I have brown hair with a green streak through it, pale skin and deep brown eyes.

I Love to smile. Boy that’s a gay line. Never mind, I do, fun fact- Laughing a minute adds a day too your life, I’m probably going to live for ever! I love jokes, I tell them all the time. This morning, Noah came to my room today and we talked, he wants me to get as many marks as him. His entire body is covered with them. I have 3. I got 1 the other day. It feels weird, itchy and annoying.

  But Noah said it was worth it, so I’m going to keep going with it. I want to be a proper shadowhunter like Jace and Clary, they are like the most famous Shadowhunters in Idris. I look up to them so much. That’s what I live for. To be like them.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 2

I don’t know what I’m doing writing this book. I have no idea. I suppose I can use it to get my feelings out. Like...you know, share them. With you. Tell my story, how things were, are, and will be. I popped a skittle in my mouth as I walked down to the library. It’s so a place I can be quiet and enjoy being me.  It makes me feel glad that I’m me. I have a pen pal that I write to in there.

I do all my writing in there. I read and write and sometimes eat. Skittles, I love to taste the rainbow. The Library is a castle of reading, full of word windows witch are full of adventure, fantasy and different worlds in the future.  

The library also has computers. I print out my work and store it in a giant tattered folder. I popped another watermelon skittle in my mouth. IQ, the library assistant gave me a nod. “Hi”

I stopped, and nodded back to him. IQ is my best friend in school. He’s cool and loves writing as much as me. I moving round and turned round the teenage section. Round and Round and browsed the spines and took in every title. Stopping to look at some of the ones I was interested in. Reading the blurbs with interest and taking out the ones I needed to read, like book club books and assignments. I ended up with three books. But I will read them quickly like I always do.

I slinked over to the computers and logged onto twitter. I feel normal at this school. Because we’re all Nephlim. I guess some of us are Quartrants”( Quarter Angel), Deliriums (Half Angels) and Angels. We do have a couple of werewolves and vampires who got bitten. But they all have marks. We call ourselves “Children of the mark” After all, we are. We all have marks. That’s what makes up who we are. Nephlim.

I went back to my room and turned on my tablet. I pulled up my information app. Mark information app. I took a picture of my mark. To decipher it.

The Magic Rune and its Legend

This mark can give you the ability to curse others. The legend is it can lead you into downworlders. Legend is it has led many Nephlim into bites.

Whoa. Didn’t expect that. Not at all.

 

 

Chapter 3

I set up a Google hangout today.  I invited everyone to join in on twitter and my blog.  I only got a small turn out.  Leo, David, Lindsey, IQ and Noah. David and Leo were mundanes. They just follow me on twitter and decided to join in.  Cool huh? Yup. I know right! David’s from America. I wish I could go. The land of pop tarts, malls and bright lights. The dream world. Leo makes YouTube videos, his videos are so cool. He does a wreck this journal series. I’ve done one. Lindsey is in the girls dormitory, and she’s going out with Noah. It makes me sick!

So the conversation was pretty awkward. So we did a Harlem Shake to break the ice. I clicked of. Re-read the letter from my pen pal. I picked up my book and turned the pages one by one. I skimmed the words and took it in. I couldn’t, I threw the book on the floor. So I wrote a long weary blog to take my mind of things. Three chapters for one day. This writing thing is doing well.

Trip into town

Guess what? We went to town!! I had to get my hair cut. But there was so many people. It took up THREE HOURS just to get into the seat! Then we had to  get passport photos done, I always look stupid in those! Next I went to the shop, I got Mikado and these things called "Confused? Skittles" The idea is the flavour isn't the same as the colour! Cool huh? Then I went to the libary, I got out "Unearthly" " The Raven Boys" and "Kingom of the Wiked" I also printed out the enrtry forms of the "Share A Story" Competiton, the winner gets thier story turned into a Animation, so I chose to do "SUPERKIDS!" LOL. It would make a good short film. Right now my mate is going ON about the last episode of Icarly. When I got home I got a letter from my pen pal! It was so cool, so I'm gonna link to her blog here-  http://borelovesbooks.blogspot.co.uk/
I sent her letter today because today was the deadline!

See you soon

Oliver!

Camp Diary- 4th April

Hello! I am Oliver The Writer Reporting from my bedroom.
Today I hit 1648-ish words! And I published Gifted today! You can buy it tomorrow! I also wrote a letter to my pen pal today! Me and my cabin are a perfect team! I also wrote a bit of my short for the "Pen A Story" Competiton!
I love writing
Oliver :-)

A lot can happen in three days

hello again!

A lot has happened since I last wrote. 1st IT AS EASTER! I celabrated with a lot of chocolate! Creme eggs... you name it! We also  a sunday roast at a restaurant and peppa pig was handing out chocolate! Suprise! I also got wordsmith where my poem "Ode To A Book" got published! thinking of trying happy wheels, whats your opinion?

The next day I got some news...I'm going to boarding school in Texas! I'm SO excited!

I missed the.first two days of camp nanowrimo. So today I'm gonna Write write write!!!!

See you soon

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