TWD IS FINALLY COMPLETE

SEMICIVILIZED- Halfways civilized?

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hehe. so i only used todays tridecalogism cuz my mom said i was acting like an animal today and that i was ‘completely uncivilized’. i protested saying that ‘i DID take a shower that morning. and i WAS wearing matching socks’. (altho not matching shoes). so she said that i was “semicivilized”. turns out its a tridecalogism! who new?!

now, on to business. the winner of the TOTAL WORLD DOMINATION competition, along with the top spot on the face rank list and a title of their choice is:

*drumroll please…………………………………………………………………………*

MISTRANSLATED NONELECTRICAL ORNIMENTATION-LA!

and by an ALMOST unanimous vote mite i add. GO MISTRANSLATED-LA! she must have SLAVED on that entry. wich by the way was this:

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It would be called Westerlestier Land, because there is no way he’d leave Justine out of it.

His army would consist of all of his rapid, over obsessive fans, the members of the YA mansion, all of Scott-la’s various friends, anyone who has ever read any of Scott’s books or any of his friend’s books, all of the nerdfighters, and here’s the best part, there will be a machine invented that brings all of his characters to life, so he’ll have an army of the Cutters, Midnighters, Peeps, etc.

Capital: Of course there would be two capitals, one would be New York, New York which Scott-la would conviently rename New Scott City. The five boroughs would be renamed after each of his books, starting with The Peeps instead of the Bronx, Prettieslyn instead of Brooklyn, Midnighthatten instead of Manhatten, Uglies instead of Queens, and So Yesterday Island instead of Staten Island. The second capital would be Sydney, Australia, whci Scott-la would give to Justine to do what she pleased with. If any of you have read Justine’s blog, then it is obvious that she would call it Quokkaville, and quokkas would roam the streets. Actually Scott would probably give the whole contenent of Australia to Justine. She would most likely keep Australia as the name, since she loves Australia, then she would do with it what she pleased. Another important city would be Bixby, Oklahoma. Right now it is a small town, but when Scott-la rules the world it will be a huge tourist attraction. There will be a museam there dedicated to midnighters, and each house really will have a tridecalogism on it. Street names and location names will be changed to reflect the books, and the route that the book follows will be marked out on a map that you receive when you first arrive there. Furthermore, their will be cars parked in certain marked off areas with dummies placed inside so it looks like people frozen in midnight. There will be statues of darklings and slithers everywhere, and there will be reinactments of scenes from the books every hour at a desinated location. There will be people roaming the streets dressed up as characters from Midnighters.
Another city that will be important is a new city in Washington (the rough location of Uglies) that will be designed like Tally’s city. LIke Bixby their will be people dressed up like the characters roaming the streets. There will also be reinactments of scenes from the books. There will be museums dedicated to Uglies around the city.
Disneyland, Disney World, and the entire Disney cooperation will now be owned by Scott and the theme parks will re-open as being dedicated to Scott-la’s books. There will be a huge roller coaster like the one in Uglies with cars that look like hover boards kind of. There wil be people dressed up as Scott characters roaming the parks and instead of having the huge mickey head made out of flowers at the entrance, there will be a huge picture of Tally. Disney channel will play shows made off of Scott’s books and only shows and movies that Scott’s army likes.

New Holidays (yes, more than one): We would still celebrate Halloween, though it would be called Samhain, and at midnight everyone would go outside dressed all in black carrying flashlights and go “searching” for darklings until sunrise. During this time their would be grand parades of people “searching for darklings”, bonfires would be made, and fire works would be set off to fend off the darklings.
May 5th would be a huge celebration of Scott-la’s birthday. There would be huge author conventions across the globe, and everyoen would have to send Scott a gift of some sort, more appropriately something related to his books. Their would be a parade in every city across the globe, and no one would do anything on this day but celebrate.
The anniversary of the days that his books came out would be celebrated by a mass reading of whichever book was released that day. At the end of the day fireworks would be set off and a celebration that was themed off of whichever book it was would be held.
At least once a week on midnight each household would get up and hold some sort of a celebration to comemerate midnighters.
There will also be a celebration on every Friday the 13th. On this day everyone must dress up as a character from midnighters. Everyone would then spend the rest of the day in character.
Memorial day would become international Mourning of Zane’s Death Day. This day would be spent with everyone rereading Pretties and/or Specials. There would be memorial services across the world to remember Zane.
There will be random stop, drop, and read times. These will be announced over loud speakers through out cities, on the radio, and on all television stations. At this time everyone will stop whatever they are doing and read until it is stated that they may stop.

Laws ( I kind of have more than three, sorry. I got carried away. If that’s too many than you can only count three of them.):
1. You must have read all of Scott-la’s books if you are able to read.
2. You must read all of Scott’s books at least once a year.
3. You must celebrate all holidays.
4. You must carry around some sort of metal with a thirteen letter name or a thirty-nine letter name at all times.
5. You must be able to answer any question about any of Scott-la’s books when asked by any member of Scott-la’s army.
6. You must read for at least an hour a day.
7. You must always have a book on you, because you must always be ready for the stop, drop, and read time.
8. Book stores must feature Scott-la’s books on the bestseller’s rack in the store.
9. Each book store must have a full stock of Scott-la’s books at all times.
10. Everyone must own a copy of Scott-la’s books. If you can not afford them, then a set will be provided for you.
11. You must always be able to name at least thirteen tridecalogisms when asked by a member of Scott-la’s army.
12. You must travel to both of the capitals at least once in your lifetime.
13. You must state the Westerlestier Land pledge every morning, it goes as follows:
I pledge alligiane to Scott Westerfeld, and to the army for which he stands. One group of book lovers, reading books, and worshiping Scott, with reading and good books for all.

This would be Scott-la’s fawesome world.

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hehe. that about tripled the length of the post.

so just comment to claim your prize and your title. and do it soon, so you can see your beautiful new name on top!

-Co-Prez OUT!

TOTAL WORLD DOMINATION-THE VOTING

EMBELLISHMENT- An ornament or decoration

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ok. so. as you can see, the word today has really nothing to do with the post…but i dont care. cuz i just realized today that its a tridecalogism and heck im gonna use it!

hehe. ok. so sorry i didnt post this on the 31st…or the 1st or 2nd or 3rd. but i was gone all weekend and i had dance and babysitting the last 2 nites. sorry. but im finally posting.

so this is where we vote. for the winners of the contest. basic same rules as the last contest we did.

you vote once. and only once. make it clear and ALL CAPS on who you want to win. try to only vote once and not change your votes around or anything, cuz it makes it really hard to count.

the winner will recieve (as you mite recall):

Top Spot on the facerank list for two weeks (or however long it takes me to update it) 

Official and eternal title of choice (unless of course you win another contest in the future).

Bragging rights

so, now for the entries:

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LOTTI-LA

Scott’s new world is named Scott-la-land *instead of ‘Gondwanaland’*

it’s capital shall be Manhattan, New York, but renamed as Rabid Fangrrl HQ

his massive ARMY will consist of:
The chasing midnight werewolves club
Everyone who posts on westerblog, except the slammers
Justine Larbalestier and followers
Linkin Park, Fall Out Boy and Opshop (we needs music too!)
Some book-loving friends of mine who read Scott-la’s books
and me, of course
in other words, about 200?? rabid fangrrls and some freakishly good bands

The new holidays (yes, more than one) shall be:

THE LAST DAYS ROCKFEST!
taking place April 13-16, it will be the biggest music festival EVA! all the world stops work/school to veiw concerts by the greatest bands of all time!

TALLY YOUNGBLOOD DAY!
taking place on september 9th (Tally’s birthday), it is a celebration of freedom. again, no work, and everything is free. if you want it, you grab it. just like a hole in the wall. because when scott takes over, there’ll be no more problems with poverty and stuff

LONG MIDNIGHT!
taking place on october 31st, it is basically halloween of today, except at midnight, and everybody has to dress as a character from a book (preferably scott’s), and that means EVERYONE. even your totally dull teachers and parents.

SCOTT DOMINATION DAY!
taking place on december 31st at midnight, it is a HUGE celebration of all things scott for the incomming year. and at midnight, there’ll be massive fireworks displays, like in New Pretty Town.

Three new laws:
1. NOBODY MUST SLAM SCOTT. AT ALL. EVER. LET THE SLAMMERS ROT!
2. NO MORE BOOK BANNERS. AT ALL. EVER. LET THE BOOK BANNERS ROT!
3. lastly, it really annoys me when teachers tell you off for reading in class. under your desk. because dude, i’ve FINISHED MY WORK! so reading in class is now totally legal

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REXROXMYSOX-LA (she rote 2. but a vote for Rex-la is a vote for ether one. they are seperated by a spacy thingy)

Ok the the world would be called Scottland(hehe) his followers would include the whole wide world 9.1 billion people. The capitol would be Midnightersville, Scottland. Holiday- Saint Scotts Day on every Friday at midnight would include worldwide gigundo fireworks, parades, parties, and of course lots of fool food. Laws- Must dedicate one hour of every day to praise Scott, stay up til 12 am everynight, and be ICY 24/7!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The world would be called westerworld the capital will be new york new york renamed peepsville, scottstown. followers would include all 8 biilion peeps, 6 billion stiffs, all of chasing midnight werewolves club, and 7 trillion rabid fangurls!!! The new holiday would be Special Day celebrated on the New 13th month created just for scott. The new month shall be called Scottstember. it shall be 39 days days long. There will be TONS of FireWorks, parades, and crazy scott fans running around everywhere. There will be a giant poster of scott on every house in the world. The new laws will be
1) Read one of Scott’s books every month
2) Hoverboard for at least 7 hours a day
3) Dedicate the 9th hour everyday to SCOTT!

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AMY-LA

ok… world name: Westerfeldville
army: everyone that reads scotts blog! (hundreds)
new world capital(s): (there are 2) Sydney, Australia will be Justineland and New York City will be Scottland!
holiday: EVERY 13TH OF THE MONTH!!!!!!!!!!! (called Prettyminded Midnight) We will celebrate by dancing at 1 pm (thats 1300 for the military) and fireworks at midnight!
3 laws: have to talk in pretty, have to read at least 2 scott westerfeld books, have to find your midnight power!

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VICKY-LA

It will be named: SCOTTAGASCAR

THe capital will be san diego,ca but it will be renamed:SAN SCOTTIEGO, CALISCOTT

Followers will be everybody who will have read his books by then: 815,730,721(that’s 13 to the 8th power)

The new holiday would be: SCOTT INDEPENDENCE DAY. It is to celebrate the day that Scoot took over the world (January 13, 2013) It is going to be all day long. There will be fireworks that can actually be seen in broad daylight, so there will be fireworks ALL DAY LONG. There will be music all day long blasting through your skintenna. And there will be a hoverboarding race that goes all over the worl and whoever wins gets to be Scott-la for a day. oh, and in case you havent figured it out yet, It is on january the 13!

The new laws will be:
1.You must never, ever, ever, EVER talk down about Scoot, Justine, or their books.
2.You have to read all of his books at least 13 times every 13 years
3.You must obey all the laws.

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NETTA-LA

World Name: Scottmerland

Army/Followers: Well, you know, all of his obsessive fans would be his army which is, like, what? 100? And then the members of the YA mansion, so now were at about 120? then all of Scott-la’s friends. I’m gonna say he has like, 50, maybe? So, 170? Stephenie Meyer and some other YA authors. So, about 450 total.
But his advisors and people who help him rule would be (Obviously) Justine and the residents of the YA mansion.

Capital: Scottmerland would have two capitals (King Scott-sama doesn’t want to have winter in his capital!!!!) New York City, New York and Sydney, Australia. They would be called New Novel Town, New Westerfeld and Youngblood, Scottland (hehheh like Scotland?)

Celebration: Westerdays, celebrated from the 5th (Scott-la’s birthday in May)to the 25th each month, most VICs (very important cities) would have parades on the day King Scott-sama could visit them, and all cities with an army member (us!) would have a party on one of the days for them, Bixby would have a ginormo firework show every night, King Scott-sama would chose a new way to celebrate every day (such as, on the 13th of each month this year I will be writing a book, therefore, my army will control the celebrations, or, on 7ths of every month this year, the army members will have pie with me, or, on the 21st of each month this year, I will hand out new books to the army, or, on the 15th of each month this year I will throw a big party for my advisors, army, pie cooks, family, and those who read this year’s award winning number (any number King Scott-sama choses, 13, 507, 65, etc.) of books.
PS
Most cities only celebrate 3 to 5 days, but King Scott-sama has to have time to make it to the cities and if he’s busy then it’s us, the army, that must make it to all the VICs

Laws:
1. Everyone capable of reading must read at least one of King Scott-sama’s books each year
2.Reading is the number one priority of Scottmerland and if it weren’t for the no punishing your children (unless the army says so) law, then it would be illegal to tell them to stop reading(which is totally a punishment)
3.Anyone caught damaging a book purposely in any way will be sent to jail, or for more drastic damage, the army will decide punishment.

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MISTRANSLATED NONELECTRICAL ORNIMENTATION-LA

It would be called Westerlestier Land, because there is no way he’d leave Justine out of it.

His army would consist of all of his rapid, over obsessive fans, the members of the YA mansion, all of Scott-la’s various friends, anyone who has ever read any of Scott’s books or any of his friend’s books, all of the nerdfighters, and here’s the best part, there will be a machine invented that brings all of his characters to life, so he’ll have an army of the Cutters, Midnighters, Peeps, etc.

Capital: Of course there would be two capitals, one would be New York, New York which Scott-la would conviently rename New Scott City. The five boroughs would be renamed after each of his books, starting with The Peeps instead of the Bronx, Prettieslyn instead of Brooklyn, Midnighthatten instead of Manhatten, Uglies instead of Queens, and So Yesterday Island instead of Staten Island. The second capital would be Sydney, Australia, whci Scott-la would give to Justine to do what she pleased with. If any of you have read Justine’s blog, then it is obvious that she would call it Quokkaville, and quokkas would roam the streets. Actually Scott would probably give the whole contenent of Australia to Justine. She would most likely keep Australia as the name, since she loves Australia, then she would do with it what she pleased. Another important city would be Bixby, Oklahoma. Right now it is a small town, but when Scott-la rules the world it will be a huge tourist attraction. There will be a museam there dedicated to midnighters, and each house really will have a tridecalogism on it. Street names and location names will be changed to reflect the books, and the route that the book follows will be marked out on a map that you receive when you first arrive there. Furthermore, their will be cars parked in certain marked off areas with dummies placed inside so it looks like people frozen in midnight. There will be statues of darklings and slithers everywhere, and there will be reinactments of scenes from the books every hour at a desinated location. There will be people roaming the streets dressed up as characters from Midnighters.
Another city that will be important is a new city in Washington (the rough location of Uglies) that will be designed like Tally’s city. LIke Bixby their will be people dressed up like the characters roaming the streets. There will also be reinactments of scenes from the books. There will be museums dedicated to Uglies around the city.
Disneyland, Disney World, and the entire Disney cooperation will now be owned by Scott and the theme parks will re-open as being dedicated to Scott-la’s books. There will be a huge roller coaster like the one in Uglies with cars that look like hover boards kind of. There wil be people dressed up as Scott characters roaming the parks and instead of having the huge mickey head made out of flowers at the entrance, there will be a huge picture of Tally. Disney channel will play shows made off of Scott’s books and only shows and movies that Scott’s army likes.

New Holidays (yes, more than one): We would still celebrate Halloween, though it would be called Samhain, and at midnight everyone would go outside dressed all in black carrying flashlights and go “searching” for darklings until sunrise. During this time their would be grand parades of people “searching for darklings”, bonfires would be made, and fire works would be set off to fend off the darklings.
May 5th would be a huge celebration of Scott-la’s birthday. There would be huge author conventions across the globe, and everyoen would have to send Scott a gift of some sort, more appropriately something related to his books. Their would be a parade in every city across the globe, and no one would do anything on this day but celebrate.
The anniversary of the days that his books came out would be celebrated by a mass reading of whichever book was released that day. At the end of the day fireworks would be set off and a celebration that was themed off of whichever book it was would be held.
At least once a week on midnight each household would get up and hold some sort of a celebration to comemerate midnighters.
There will also be a celebration on every Friday the 13th. On this day everyone must dress up as a character from midnighters. Everyone would then spend the rest of the day in character.
Memorial day would become international Mourning of Zane’s Death Day. This day would be spent with everyone rereading Pretties and/or Specials. There would be memorial services across the world to remember Zane.
There will be random stop, drop, and read times. These will be announced over loud speakers through out cities, on the radio, and on all television stations. At this time everyone will stop whatever they are doing and read until it is stated that they may stop.

Laws ( I kind of have more than three, sorry. I got carried away. If that’s too many than you can only count three of them.):
1. You must have read all of Scott-la’s books if you are able to read.
2. You must read all of Scott’s books at least once a year.
3. You must celebrate all holidays.
4. You must carry around some sort of metal with a thirteen letter name or a thirty-nine letter name at all times.
5. You must be able to answer any question about any of Scott-la’s books when asked by any member of Scott-la’s army.
6. You must read for at least an hour a day.
7. You must always have a book on you, because you must always be ready for the stop, drop, and read time.
8. Book stores must feature Scott-la’s books on the bestseller’s rack in the store.
9. Each book store must have a full stock of Scott-la’s books at all times.
10. Everyone must own a copy of Scott-la’s books. If you can not afford them, then a set will be provided for you.
11. You must always be able to name at least thirteen tridecalogisms when asked by a member of Scott-la’s army.
12. You must travel to both of the capitals at least once in your lifetime.
13. You must state the Westerlestier Land pledge every morning, it goes as follows:
I pledge alligiane to Scott Westerfeld, and to the army for which he stands. One group of book lovers, reading books, and worshiping Scott, with reading and good books for all.

This would be Scott-la’s fawesome world.

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DANIELLE-LA

name-SCOTTLANDIPITY -serendipity means good things that just fall into place b/c of f8. there4, good things fall into place here all the time.

army-leaders CHASING MIDNIGHT WEREWOLVES CLUB! other people- any1 else who is a fan of him, especially other authors.

capital-(ok, hold on. im argueing w/ my mom about a dress. i rarely where dresses[have 2 b 4ced 2] and this dress is ORANGE! with POLKA DOTS!! eww eww eww.
CAPITAL-where bixby, oklahoma is. renamed MIDNIGHTERVILLE

holiday(s)-SCOTT-LA DAY!!! must b capital, must hav exclamations. takes place on scott-las bday, every1 must b kind and nice(except 2 siblings)every1 must give each other books [which MUST b in good condition. dont hav 2 b perfect, just good] fireworks all nite. except fireworks that dont keep little kids that need sleep awake. parents must let kids do whatev they want, as long as it isnt dangerous 2 themselves or others.
INTERNATIONAL BOOK DAY-every1 dresses up as a book character. every1 may get 1 free book from a bookstore, if the want.
SPECIALCIRCUMSTANCES-takes place on decmeber 21st. every1 thinks about special circumstances all day
UNLUCKY DAY- takes place on december 12th. ugh ugh ugh! every1 stays in bed and hides all day
LUCKY DAY- takes place on jewish leapyear. in that year, we add a month, not a day, so on the 13th day of the 13th month, we all celebrate having a lucky day and talk in 13s whenever we can

LAWS-
1-absolutely NO FITING! if u fite, kill, steal, u name it, u get loked up in jail 4 the rest of ur life.
2-no criticing books. unless there nonfiction. can only critic sad fiction books. and really bad 1s. but scott-la has 2 approve bad 1s as bad 1s.
3-when they turn 10, or whenever they can understand them, every1 MUST read scott-las, justines, stephenies, and many other good authors books. YA r only required.

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so. one vote only. you are NOT ALLOWED TO VOTE FOR YOURSELF. i repeat. NOT ALLOWED!!! hehe. so. vote away!

-Co-Prez OUT!

TOTAL WORLD DOMINATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!

INSUSCEPTIBLY HYPOTHESISING GLASSBLOWINGS- masses of molten glass forming a hypothesis that are incapable of being influenced/affected

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while our tridecalogisms today have absolutely NOTHING to do with the following post, they are completely relevent!!! in some sort of freekish, twisted way.

take a moment. notice the post’s dominating title. (hehe. i dont think i cood ever use that phrase more literally). if you are a frequent visitor to the CHASING MIDNIGHT WEREWOLVES CLUB MEMBERS page, then you will already have known about the topic of which i speak. if you haven’t been there in a while, here’s the scoop:

once upon a time, there was a beautiful, fawesome, Scott-obsessed genius of a girl. her name? Lotti-la! or shood i say Lotti-sensei. this girl was so much of a genius girl, she came up with a BRILLIANT thot:

“it occurred to me a few days ago that if scott-la ever wanted to take over the world, he would have a huge army of rabid fangrrls at his command. seriously, he could totaly do it. oooh, imagine a world ruled by scott-la! international uglies day!”

GENIUS OR WHAT?!?! i think so. and, noing me, this gave me an idea:

*drumroll pleese*

CONTEST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

this is the CHASING MIDNIGHT WEREWOLVES HQ’s SECOND official contest. what’s it about?

basically, you get to design Scott’s new world. you see, in the year of 2015 (155*13), Scott will take over the world. (hypethetically of course. everybody nose that we’re all gonna die on December 21 of 2012. theres 3 twelves hidden within that date. UNLUCKY!) so, that’s basically it. here are the guidlines:

• When Scott takes over the world, he would of course need to change the name of the world. i mean, come on! Earth? pleese. what would this name be? you decide.
• In order to convince the world to let him rule there unworthy minds, he will need some assistance. Who will help him? *translation* Who will make up his fawesome army? be as specific as you want. tell us the exact people by name, or just tell us certain groups. (ex: Justine Larbalestier, Maureen Johnson, and Holly black; ex #2: the CHASING MIDNIGHT WEREWOLVES CLUB; ex #3: the United States of America). Whoever you choose, you must be sure and tell exactly how many people will make up his army. Just to give us a good mental picture.
• All empires have capitals. *translation* Where all the planning and ruling takes place. Where will this be? Will he keep the name or change it?
• He will no doubt need a holiday to celebrate his reign. What will this fantastical day be named? When will it occur? Is it anual? Or does it happen every second Tuesday? And what is to happen whenever this fantastical day occurs? A parade? Fireworks? The giving-away of free books?
• And of course he will have to make some laws. Name three.

i no this is a lot to take in, but seriously people. world domination is no fun and games. hehe. ok. well this is, but still. so. to simplify the above rules for those of you that dont understand:

• Rename the now Scott-owned world.
• Decide his loyal followers/army, including the exact number of people that will make up his loyal followers/army.
• Decide the new world’s capital and name.
• Create a holiday celebrating the new world. Include its name, date, and activities.
• Make three new laws for the new world.

have fun, and try not to overwork yourself. enter as many times as you want. just enter your entry (hehe) into the comments and i’ll post a voting thing like last time. yes, you will all vote for your favorite new world. and there will be a winner. and only one winner.

oh! i almost forgot! PRIZES:

• Top Spot on the facerank list for two weeks
• Official and eternal title of choice (unless of course you win another contest in the future).
• Bragging rights

ENTER AWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-Co-Prez OUT!

THE END OF GRADUATION!!!

PSYCHOSOMATIC- pertaining to or involving both the mind and body…huh?

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They did the ritual two days later, standing in the street in front of Rex’s house. Connor held a convenience-store notebook, full of copied lore symbols and numbers, and a box of sidewalk chalk. Rex took the sidewalk chalk, barely acknowledging the other seer.

It was 11:59.

Rex took a piece of chalk, bubblegum pink, and began copying the lore symbols, wincing in concentration as he interspersed them with The Aversion.

A year ago, he couldn’t even think it, let alone write it. Practice made perfect.

Made you stronger.

Next to him, Melissa chuckled dryly.

“Whatever doesn’t kill you…” she reminded his thoughts, and took the chalk from him, penciling in the rows of 13s herself. Rex moved to stop her, but realized it was probably best this way. This would wear him out either way. He didn’t need to waste his concentration.

Blue flooded the street, leeching color from the chalked-in circle.

Jessica Day appeared on the crest of the hill, a good twenty yards away, where they’d brought her last night. Jonathan had been leaning against the streetlight there, and now he leapt up, and they low-gravity-bounced down to the circle.

“What do we do?” Jess asked, sounding like a five year old at a doctor’s appointment.

“Get in the circle,” Rex directed. Jonathan went to go with her, and Rex shook his head. “We don’t know what’ll happen. Just Jess for now.”

 

Connor also stepped out of the circle, watching the scene. Tech and Dess were off to one side, talking in tridecalogisms. Listening to them gave Connor a headache.

“C’mere.” Rex directed, and Connor stepped forward with the notebook, the two of them going around the circle, sketching symbols.

“How is this supposed to work again?” Connor asked, because every answer he got made less sense.

“It’s preparation. We don’t know if it’ll do any good, but Dess said we should do it, and it can’t hurt.”

“So there’s really no purpose to all this,” Connor confirmed, flipping a page in the notebook.

“Pretty much none. When it all gets down to it, it’s up to me.”

This part Connor had heard about already. Rex had to tap into his darkling side, and they knew it was going to be dangerous. For the past year, he’d been trying to suppress it. Now, he had to use it.

 

Rex Greene took a deep breath, threading the 39 links of the silver chain linking his wallet to his belt buckle through his fingers. It hurt, but not the way it used to. More like a loose tooth you kept pushing. A dull ache you couldn’t leave alone.   

Connor was looking at him. Flyboy was too. Jess, with hopeful eyes. Melissa, looking scared for him. Dess and Tech, mildly amused. Everyone was staring at him.

Rex took another deep breath.

And another.

And then he reached inside his mind, to the dark little corner where the darkling lived now. Down to where he’d forced it.

You’re not strong enough, a voice hissed to him, you’re weak. You’ll fall to the beast. You can’t do it. You can’t save Jess. You can’t even save yourself.

Rex took yet another deep breath. His mind was a swirl of hunter and prey, hunts and Aversions and technology and blue.

And in there, was a skill. A memory of the time when they’d created the blue time. An arm in his mind he could reach with, and pluck things straight out of time.

 

Rex stood there for a long time, both fists clenched tight, knuckles white. Connor and the others watched, waiting, as the dark moon swung across the sky, and Rex didn’t move, just letting out the occasional, hissing, rattling breath.

 

Jessica Day screamed. It hurt. Everything. Like she was being torn in a million different directions at once. She reached her hand out of the circle, reaching out for Jonathan, who grabbed her hand, and turned on Connor.

“Do something!” he shouted.

“What the hell am I supposed to do?” Connor shouted back. He had no idea what was going on. Rex was still a human statue, eyes screwed shut, and Jess was doubling over in pain, screaming.

 

Melissa stepped forward, taking Jessica’s hand. Agony poured through her head, and she ground her teeth, biting down as hard as she could.

She turned to Jonathan, blood dripping from her lip.

“What’s happening?” he asked.

Melissa shook her head.

“I don’t know.”

 

A rushing sound filled the street. A roaring.

Midnight was ending.

 

Blackness fell on the scene, colors returning. The blue disappeared, replaced by streetlights and pale stars.

Melissa spun around, the hand that had been gripping Jessica’s closing on air, palms biting into her fingernails.

Jonathan Martinez was crying.

And laughing.

In the middle of the street, Jessica Day was crouched on her hands and knees, couching and choking.

“That was…” She broke down in a fit of coughing. “Psychosomatic.” 

            THE END

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BRAVO! BRAVA!!!

*says with british accent*

marvelous! simply marvelous darling!

 

hehe. i personally loved it! my fave part: “Jessica Day was crouched on her hands and knees, couching and choking”. hehe. COUCHING!!! thats my word!!! hehe. loved it. quick and to the point. yet totally suspensful. way to geterdone.

 

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and by the way…i was just searching threw google, and i found this site:

 

http://books.google.com/books?id=p4_VXdpPOAwC&pg=PA98&lpg=PA98&dq=dess+and+melissa+love&source=web&ots=a4HGsJDhgB&sig=G_heHsiAxc0nWeXF0DNpxZYN4EQ&hl=en#PPA123,M1

 

click on it. seriously. you can read the ENTIRE TOUCHING DARKNESS!!! online!!! its so FOOL!!! except page 321 and 322. i dont no why…

 

-Co-Prez OUT!

RETURN FROM THE MAN-EATING DUCT TAPE!!!

PROCRASTINATE- to do anything other than what you are supposed to be doing. just so you dont have to do it. (hehe. i just made that up. im pretty sure you wont find that definition in the dictionary).

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RETURN FROM THE MAN-EATING DUCT TAPE. *gasps for air*. this *gasp* is *gasp* the *gasp* story *gasp* of *gasp* why *gasp* i *gasp* was *gasp* gone! *gasp* *gasp* *gasp*!!!!!

ok. *gasp*. so i was walkin down the street. just mindin my own busness. not hurtin anybody. just takin a stroll and lookin cool. *winks and does that freeky finger point thingy to some random kid on the street*. WHEN ALL OF A SUDDEN…

KABAM!!! KACRASH!!! KABOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

out of nowhere, this gigantic roll of flying duct tape the size of montana just flys out of nowhere and smacks me in the head!!!

its all a blurr after that. until (what i later was told was 16 days later) i woke up in a dark alley. yes. A DARK ALLEY. and. surrounding me, were exactly 72 (never a good sign) gigantic montana-sized rolles of duct tape! i used to LIKE duct tape! i thought duct tape was my FRIEND!!! but i guess i was RONG!!! for all of a sudden, i was SWARMED!!! i was so confuzzled! wich ways up?! which ways down?! WHERES THE NEAREST BATHROOM!?!??!!??!?!?!?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!????????????

i was thrown upsidedown, sideways and threw a loop-de-loop. i was twisted and turned and smacked on the cheek! IT WAS MADNESS I TELLS YA! MADNESS!!!

before i new it, i was strapped to the wall. there was no way i was possibly gonna EVER get down. there had to be at leas 60 (still never a good sign) gigantic montana-sized rolls worth of duct tape strapping me down to the wall! i looked to my left. i looked to my rite. yes. there were only 12 (still not a good sign) gigantic montana-sized rolls of duct tape left. standing before me. watching with weary eyes. weary? i thot to myself. why the heck wood these…MONSTERS be WEARY of ME?!?!? when i was clearly not going anywhere anytime soon.

then i realized they were holding (yes. holding. dont ask me how) candles. the air was thick with the scent and taste of the candles. i opened my mouth. “tastes like…vanilla”, i said allowed. the duct tapes started murmering to each other. (again. i have no idea how that is possible). then i soaked in my surroundings. i looked down, and saw about 39 million (always a good sign) pictures of me. ME?! yes. me. along with *counts candles using photographic memory* 52 (again, a good sign) candles.

my brain slowly processed the information… “A SHRINE!!!?!?!?!?????!?!?! FOR ME?!?!?!? OH YOU SHOODNT HAVE!!!” the duct tapes nodded (by this time i was used to the freekyness of it all). and then they cut me down. this task alone took them an additional 22 days. (lots of duct tape. im sure if you have ever messed with duct tape, im sure you wood understand).

all the while they fed me these odd greyish (yet good) grapes that had an odd (but good) duct tapeish flavoring to them.

overall, it was an adventure i will never forget. but now i am back, safe, and i will post the continuation of IN HONOR OF MJ in a couple of days. unless all of you are over that since it was just so long ago and wood rather just move on. if so, pleese tell me, and i will gladly move on to another subject.

-Co-Prez OUT!

IN HONOR OF MJ

ZOMBIFICATION- the act of being turned into a zombie

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IN HONOR OF MJ. i thot we wood do a little contest. in honor of MJ. its basically her contest. with more rules.

1. Pick a scene from any Midnighters. any of the three already ritten that is. and stick in a zombie! fawesomeness rite? 
2. Keep it to one paragraph. (250 words or less. Less is better.)
3. Make sure to give the title and author, so we can know whose work is being zombified. If these are not given, the zombified work will not be considered! (hehe. even tho we no its by Scott)
4. Type your final paragraph into the comments.
5. Each and every person on here will get one vote for there fav zombified chapter/page/paragraph/whatever.
6. I have absolutely no idea what the prize will be. i guess thats up to you guys…ish. i mean, i was thinkin the original “top face rank for a week (or until i update the face ranks again…) with permanent title of choice”, but thats so original. but whatever. if you guys like that one i guess we can stick to that.

so…whatta ya think? well. thats the contest. hehe. i love zombification.

UPDATE: All submissions must be…submitted by febuary 26th. got that? FEBUARY 26!!! dont be late!!!

-Co-Prez OUT!

TRIDECALOGISMS

TRIDECALOGISM- a 13 letter word that means “13 letter word”

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so. a while back…ok. a long time ago, Serafina-la suggested doing a tridecalogism every post thingy. so i thot i’d try it. so from now on i will start off each and every post with a tridecalogism. and the definition of course. see? very fawesome.

 i will try to post more…and visit more…and be a better Co-Prez. im REALLY REALLY sorry!!! ive been sick for the last week with a fever of 101…if that makes it any better…everytime i try to get on the computer, i go check out Scotts site for about two minutes, one of the foreverly-cursed-with-paranoia parental units catches me, and im sent back to bed. how lame is that?! but nobodys home rite now. so i thot id take the opprotunity.

 once again: REALLY sorry about not visiting or posting for…threeish weeks…i no you guys are getting bored…i can tell. we need another contest i thinks. any ideas?

-Co-Prez OUT!

CHAPTER 4 OF NONAME

Jessica appeared out of nowhere. One minute she was gone. The next she was sitting in the front passenger seat. Kay blinked to make sure she was seeing things right.

“Jonathan…” Kay trailed off.

“It’s alright.” He said.

Jessica noticed Kay for the first time. “What’s she doing here?” She said to Jonathan.

“She wouldn’t go back…”

“You could have made her. She shouldn’t be here.” Jessica obviously wasn’t happy. And in Kay’s opinion, she was being a bit bratty.

“We’re saving time this way.”

“Whatever.” Jessica said, and stared out her window. There was an awkward silence.

Kay was about to ask what they were doing when Jonathan said, “I wonder where he is.” She bit back the urge to ask who “he” was. She just looked out the window, fingering her silver cross necklace. A present from her mother.

They sat in silence for a couple minutes (or what seemed like it. All the clocks had stopped working.) Then Jessica said, “Maybe Melissa was wrong…maybe she skipped over a few cities. Maybe she thought she sensed him but really didn’t. You know she was just learning how to mindcast over long distances. Maybe…” Jessica stopped when she saw a figure move in the bushes edging the parking lot. It could have been an animal. But it moved too…predatory for a suburban animal.
Kay and Jonathan had seen it, too.
“Darkling?” Jessica said, pulling her glowing hand out of her pocket. She flexed her fingers, ready to strike (literally). But then the creature stood up on two legs. Jessica lowered her hand a little, wondering if this was just the Midnighter after all. Then a dark sound rose up in the throat of whatever it was. It sounded like a cross between a growl and a howl. Then it made its way cautiously yet quickly towards the car.
Jessica didn’t know when she decided it wasn’t human. But the next thing she knew, her lightning had struck the figure, illuminating its features. She gasped when she saw it was a human. A guy, around 20 or so. She immediately stopped the lightning, wondering if he was dead. But he wasn’t even fazed by it. He looked down at the last charges of electricity in his body and howled. All three Midnighters froze at the horrible sound. His face was upturned toward the dark moon. He raised his arms up. They were covered in thick, black fur. His eyes were death as they flashed indigo. They were eyes that looked ready to kill.
Then he (or she, or it. Whatever.) charged toward the car. Jessica was startled into action. “God, Jonathan. Run!” She herself was opening the door, slamming it shut, and in the flash of an eye was standing next to Jonathan, then jumping off the ground into the safety of the sky.
She barely saw Kay make it out before the beast-human came down on it, scraping the doors with fingernails. It reached inside Jessica’s open window and ripped the seat fabric. Jessica shuddered and turned back around, focusing on flying.
What a nightmare.

Kay’s thoughts were pretty much the same. She had never seen anything like that before. She had gotten a closer view than Jonathan and Jessica. It looked like…a psycho dog-human. But it couldn’t be. Could it? Kay wasn’t sure she wouldn’t believe it. After all, two weeks ago, she wouldn’t have believed she would even be considering anything of the type. She pushed the thoughts aside for the moment and caught up with Jessica and Jonathan.
They all landed a safe distance away from the car. Jessica was obviously confused. And spooked. Jonathan’s expression was hard to read.
“What was that?” Kay asked. She hoped they knew.

“I don’t know. A new type of darkling?” Jonathan said, considering the possibility.

“What’s a darkling?” Kay asked. She obviously had a lot to learn.

“Ancient creatures that are trapped in the blue time - the hour at midnight. Most of the darklings were killed though, and I don’t see how one would have gotten this far out.” Jessica said, gazing at her shining hand.

“Then what is it?” Kay asked.

Jessica sighed. “If only I knew.”

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much fawesomeness…

 -Co-Prez OUT!

NOT REALLY CHASING MIDNIGHT WEREWOLVES RELATED…

NOT REALLY CHASING MIDNIGHT WEREWOLVES RELATED….but its foolio. so i just have to say it.

 but first i need to say sorry to Allie-wa. cause i promised that i wood post chapter 4 next. but i will post it next. after this…

Comment by srcsmgrl on January 16, 2008 9:02 pm

Hey Lizzy-wa and Serafina-zanes (and any other teen bloggers out there). Yalsa is looking for teen bloggers. If you are interested I put the link in my name to their blog and all the info is there.

Cool thing you have going on here!

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fawesomeness huh? i think im gonna apply…

 -Co-Prez OUT!

CHAPTER 3 OF GRADUATION

“Haven’t seen a psychokitty in ages.” Dess commented to an awestruck Connor and Tech. 

“Dess, quit scaring the kids,” Rex warned, the kind of thing he’d never have said a year ago. A year alone with Dess and his darkling senses in Bixby had changed him, a little. Dess rolled her eyes. She hadn’t changed much.

“Connor. Tech. Everyone,” Melissa introduced, just to be sure.

“What talents we got?” Dess asked, interested.

“Seer,” Melissa said, pointing. “Polymath.”

Dess smiled like it was Supernumerary Mathematician Christmas again.

“Polymath. Fawesome,” Dess answered. The others looked blankly. She rolled her eyes agin, grinning. Losers.

“Come on. I want you to read some lore for me,” Rex said, gesturing Connor and the others inside.

The room was crappy as ever. Dust, junk, and boxes, all frozen in the blue time. In front of the TV, Rex’s dad sat, stiff, his mouth and eyes open and glassy. Connor and Tech watched it all like kids rushed through a carnival house of horrors. Dess just averted her eyes.

Rex’s room had gona from messy crashing-place to full size museum in the last year. Bookshelves, constructed and salvaged, rimmed the walls, covered in artifacts and lore and books and tridecagrams and metal.

“Alright. Read this for me,” Rex started, and Dess got bored already, wandering the edges of the room. Connor and Tech stayed huddled in the middle. Melissa fell back on the bed, running her hands through her short hair. It’d grown out of the buzz, a little, so now it was more fashionable crop than inmate shave.

There are few things on earth more boring than being a polymath sitting around watching two seers look at lore and scribble down symbols.

For Dess, this was usually the sort of thing she considered Hell.

Unless, say, you had another plymath to talk to. Even if he was, admittedly, looking a little shell-shocked and clinging to his brother.

“Never seen a psychokitty before, have you?” Dess asked the other polymath, this Tech. He was looking around, wide-eyed, shoulders hunched in his dark blue pullover sweatshirt. He shook his head.

“Don’t you guys have any weapons?”

Tech shook his head. Dess was outraged.

“No weapons at all? No clean steel? No tridecalogisms?”

He shook his head.

“What’s a tridecalogism?” Dess just about exploded as Tech asked that question. What had Melissa, Jess and Jonathan told these kids? Then she smiled, getting the glint in her eyes that scared people who knew her well enough. This was going to be fun.

“Tridecalogism…” she started pulling off both of her named steel thumb rings (Zombification and Electrocution, her two favorite means of death), “is a thirteen-letter word that means thirteen-letter word.”

The next day around noon, Rex Greene led Connor into the Clovis Museum, passing dusty cases full of lore-inscribed arrowheads. The open excavation wall loomed on one side, and directly in front of them was Rex’s Rosetta Stone, a giant slab of rock covered in lore symbols. If Connor really could see some other, secret lore, this was the place to test it.

Last midnight, he’d consistently come up with slightly different versions of the lore than Rex. They told the same stories, it seemed, but in different words, different points of view, different accounts, maybe like the books of the Bible.

Rex wanted to see what he could do at Lore 101. Already he was plotting taking the other seer down to the Snake Pit.

Rex surveyed the museum happily. After Jonathan and Melissa had left, he’d gotten a part-time job at the museum, and thrown himself into excavations, labeling, dusting and organizing. Without the curator’s knowledge, he’d slowly turned the place into Midnighter Lore 101.

Connor looked around disinterestedly.

“God, this place is lame,” he said. Rex glared. “Seriously.” Connor still wasn’t getting the hint. “About as pathetic and small-town as everything in Bixby.”

Rex might agree. That didn’t mean Connor could say it. Connor who’d been running around with Jonathan and Melissa while Rex took finals, who’d only been a seer for less than a year, who hadn’t studied the lore all his life, hadn’t gotten captured by darklings, didn’t know how hard it was to be a halfling.

Rex shoved Connor up against a wall, his hand to Connor’s throat.

“Think you’re big-time, don’t you, little seer? Pathetic. Little. Human.” He spat.

“I’m not afraid of you.” Connor choked. Bad move. Rex reached for him with the darkling senses he’d learned to control over the last year.

“But you’re afraid of Midnight. You’re afraid of all those little slithers and darklings and psychokitties coming to get you every night. You’re afraid they’re going to come in the blue time and snatch away your poor, innocent little brother.”

Rex bared his teeth. Connor shivered and choked, and Rex Greene the halfling let him down. Connor gasped as his Converse slid back on to the dusty linoleum floor.

“Trust me.” Rex said. “You should be afraid of me.”

And he kept walking, strolling over to the case that contained the flat slab of the giant lore stone. Reluctantly, slowly, warily, Connor followed.

“Top right corner, what do you see?” Rex asked after a minute.

“Flame-bringer symbol.” Connor answered quickly. Last midnight Rex had taught him some of the more basic symbols; the ones for most of the talents and a few others.

It went on like this for a while, Connor sketching symbols he didn’t know the names of into a notebook Rex’d brought.

At four o’clock, museum closing time, they looked over the pages, examining them fully for the first real time. Reading their meaning.

“We have to tell Jonathan.” Rex said, possibly the first time he’d ever thought or said such a thing.

As it happened, Jessica Day and Jonathan Martinez reached Bixby Oklahoma about halfway through the secret hour that night. they’d flown all through the blue time the previous night, covering a decent amount of ground, not stopping to sightsee, flying the entire hour, almost falling down as midnight ended.

The secret hour came again, and they flew less quickly, Jess full of reluctance about coming back to Bixby, knowing her family were just miles away but she’d never see them. The rip was completely closed up by now.

They flew over the Bixby junkyard on the way into town. In the blue hour, it was a city of metal, shining skeletons of buildings and machinery, the steel glinting in the light of the dark moon. A winged shape caught her eye.

“Look!” she said, gesturing with her and Jonathan’s intertwined hands. He panicked a little, from being knocked off balance, and suspecting darklings.

“Where?” he asked, whipping around and pulling them down to the ground so much as he could.

“Pegasus.” She said simply, and Jonathan looked down, the pair of them gently floating to the ground in the junkyard, separating.

The once-magnificent horse that had crowned the top of the Mobil Building during Jessica’s sophomore year was rusty and burned, blackened by the strike of lightning.

Blue-tinged rust turned red and flaked off under Jessica’s fingertips as she brushed them against the familiar curve of the wings. Her eyes filled with tears.

A lightness filled her. Jonathan had come up beside her, holding her hand securely with his.

“It’s going to be okay. We’ll find a way.” He reassured, and she tried to believe him, looking up into the eyes of her boyfriend, who was now two years older than her, not just one.

“I’m serious. This thing with Connor, it’ll be the breakthrough.” Jessica Day turned her head away, focusing blurry eyes on the metal wings of the Pegasus sign.

They made it to Dess’ house, the meeting place arranged when Jonathan had called from the small, no-name town he’d stayed in for the day, just before the secret hour ended. Melissa must have felt them coming, because she, Rex, Dess, Connor and Tech were waiting together on the lawn.

“We found something.” Rex said even before Jonathan and Jess landed. “In the lore.”

“What?” Jonathan asked just as the secret hour ended, color flooding Bixby, Oklahoma. He spun around to Jess just as her hands dissolved under his, and she was gone with a sweet smile.

“It’s about how the darklings first made the secret hour. They had to fold things into the blue time, one by one, the elders jumping in and out and bringing the others with them.”

“But if darklings could go in and out of the secret hour whenever they wanted, why all the stuff about the rips? Why wouldn’t they just come out and hunt whenever they wanted?”

“They used to. But even then they could only come out through places where the secret hour existed. And there were usually midnighters to fight them off. And somehow, eventually, there weren’t enough elders, and they lost the power, and got too cautious.”

“What’s your point, Rex?” Jonathan interjected into the rambling history lecture.

“His point,” Connor took over, “is that wehave the power. And that the darklings could go back and forth. They could bring stuff into midnight, but they could also bring it out.”

It felt like the secret hour again, except only Jonathan’s organs knew it, and they’d jumped up at midnight gravity without the approval of the rest of his body. Heart in his throat, stomach in his lungs.

“But…” Jonathan objected a second later. “We don’t have a darkling.”

“No.” Rex Greene answered. “But we have a halfling.”

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how freakishly fawesome is that?

-Co-Prez OUT!