If you could travel anywhere in the world, during any time period you wished, to where and when would you travel? Answer this question with a description of the time period and place you would travel to, things you would do, and people you would see for 2 PUBLISHER POINTS.
Would it be New York City in the 1920s? How about Egypt during the construction of the Great Pyramid? The planet Mars in the year 3030? Take some time to think and be descriptive!
Tuesday, September 30, 2014
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
Banned Books Week 2014
This week is Banned Books Week and in light of this I am asking for your help. Send me 250-350 words explaining what your favorite book is, what it means to you, and how not being able to come back into contact with that book (due to its being banned or censored) would affect you. Do this simple task and earn yourself 1 PUBLISHER POINT. Hurry! Only a few more days left in the month to earn the title of Publisher of the Month.
Thursday, September 18, 2014
The Game Has Begun. Parth the Fifth. By Patrick
Mouses’ Letter
This is possibly the shortest story you will see from us, for, you see, it isn’t a story. This was all ONE story, and this is it’s ending. Or, perhaps, simply the beginning to the next story. All depends on how you read this.
I figured the last one ended a bit abruptly, but, Cursor is the editor, so I felt that I should be allowed a letter. It was very difficult to persuade him, but I managed it. I felt as though you’d want a slight bit more closure than that.
I also felt I should go slightly more in depth about the ending of Part The Third. You see, the reason Cursor didn’t post what we told the girl to talk her down is simple. But, we’ll do that last.
Firstly, we need to talk about what happened after Cath found us. She seemed very excited, and we spent the next few hours chronicling our adventures for her. Some of which you see now, and read before this. Some of which you’ll read, or even help write, later on.
She took us back to her apartment in her watch, which was truly an ingenious invention. And then...
PRESENTS! WE GOT PRESENTS!!
She gave me a moustache, and Cursor got a monocle. She also gave us a blog (which you’re reading right now). She says that for every person we can help, or mystery we solve, or even just adventure we have, she’ll give us a new accessory. Maybe you can help us think up a few? We’re stumped.
I think that about covers what happened after we left. We’re currently sitting on Caths’ wrist. I’m dictating this to her, and she’s putting it up on our blog in just another minute. First, though. The very,
very simple reason, that Cursor didn’t post what we said to that girl.
It is this:
You talked her down.
You.
Not us.
You.
We’re just the mouthpiece.
You were the one sitting in her phone.
You were the one talking her down.
Making her feel as though she had worth.
You heard her problems.
You fixed them.
And if you haven’t yet.
You will.
It might be you doing the talking, or listening to someone else talking.
It might be a boy, or a girl, or your best friend, or a perfect stranger. Doesn’t make a difference.
You were the words.
You were the voice.
We just amplified it.
And for being the voice.
The voice that we can’t be, at times.
The voice that person needs, to continue that day.
And for being your own voice.
We thank you.
End Part The Fifth.
This is possibly the shortest story you will see from us, for, you see, it isn’t a story. This was all ONE story, and this is it’s ending. Or, perhaps, simply the beginning to the next story. All depends on how you read this.
I figured the last one ended a bit abruptly, but, Cursor is the editor, so I felt that I should be allowed a letter. It was very difficult to persuade him, but I managed it. I felt as though you’d want a slight bit more closure than that.
I also felt I should go slightly more in depth about the ending of Part The Third. You see, the reason Cursor didn’t post what we told the girl to talk her down is simple. But, we’ll do that last.
Firstly, we need to talk about what happened after Cath found us. She seemed very excited, and we spent the next few hours chronicling our adventures for her. Some of which you see now, and read before this. Some of which you’ll read, or even help write, later on.
She took us back to her apartment in her watch, which was truly an ingenious invention. And then...
PRESENTS! WE GOT PRESENTS!!
She gave me a moustache, and Cursor got a monocle. She also gave us a blog (which you’re reading right now). She says that for every person we can help, or mystery we solve, or even just adventure we have, she’ll give us a new accessory. Maybe you can help us think up a few? We’re stumped.
I think that about covers what happened after we left. We’re currently sitting on Caths’ wrist. I’m dictating this to her, and she’s putting it up on our blog in just another minute. First, though. The very,
very simple reason, that Cursor didn’t post what we said to that girl.
It is this:
You talked her down.
You.
Not us.
You.
We’re just the mouthpiece.
You were the one sitting in her phone.
You were the one talking her down.
Making her feel as though she had worth.
You heard her problems.
You fixed them.
And if you haven’t yet.
You will.
It might be you doing the talking, or listening to someone else talking.
It might be a boy, or a girl, or your best friend, or a perfect stranger. Doesn’t make a difference.
You were the words.
You were the voice.
We just amplified it.
And for being the voice.
The voice that we can’t be, at times.
The voice that person needs, to continue that day.
And for being your own voice.
We thank you.
End Part The Fifth.
The Game Has Begun. Part the Fourth. By Patrick
Chapter One
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beeeep. Beeeeeep. Doctors and nurses began running. Blip. Blip. Blip. Doors crashed open, and electricity hummed and crackled in the defibrillators. Blip. Blip. Blip. Blip. Doctors
were shouting orders, and nurses were running back and forth, the word “Clear” was sounded several times, as the defibrillators were applied.
Over and over, she was semiconscious, feeling the electricity coursing through her.
Blip. Blip. Blip. Blip. Blip. Blip. Feeling, without sensation, her body jerking side to side, up and down, arching and tensing, again and again. Until she felt her spine would break. Blip. Blip. Blip. Blip.
Blip. Blip. Blip. Blip. Over and over. Without any conscious decision, she opened her mouth and let out a scream.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Her heart rate was steadying, her breathing less erratic. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. The nurses and doctors all breathed a short sigh of relief, knowing she was finally stable. The
doctors projected 3 hours before she woke up. It was all over.
Chapter Two
“I’m just saying, Mouse, there’s no point in trying to learn more about her. I understand you’re bored, I am as well. Perhaps we should just take another nap.” Cursor tried to explain, for the hundredth
time.
“And I’m telling you, Cursor, just because we can’t find any good cases doesn’t mean we shouldn’t be productive.” Mouse answered, slightly miffed.
“This isn’t productive, this is time wasting. But, do what you will. I’m going to take a nap.” And so he did. This wasn’t the first time they’d had this argument, or this ending. It’d been several days since
their last case, and several weeks since their “birth”. They’d taken to living inside of a computer at Caths’ library. Mouse had grown extremely sentimental, so they used their powers of research to learn
more about their mother than just what they were programmed with (her first name, and her face). They’d gone back to her apartment, and found it completely unchanged, and had then traced her to her work. She worked as a high school librarian, and, since discovering this, they’d lived inside a computer at her library. Sitting invisibly on the desktop and returning there after every case.
Cursor was bored, and hoping a case would just appear. Mouse wouldn’t give him the keys to the motorcycle, so he was trapped inside the library computers, or whatever hooked into their Wi-Fi, which could be dangerous, as the Wi-Fi could suddenly turn off and he could be trapped inside (thank goodness he’d made it back before Mouse noticed, that one time...). He usually spent his days simply spying on and deducing anyone who came into the library, which wasn’t at all often. The school was in a bad area, and hadn’t even managed to afford a temp librarian. The principal’s secretary and then English teacher simply came in on their free periods, or were grabbed by other teachers to help students.
Mouse was equally bored, but did a better job of hiding it. He had been further researching their “Mother”, and had found out more and more about her. Apparently, both of her parents had died in a fire, when she was just 16, and left her with an extremely large trust fund... That could only be used for her education. Unless it was for schooling, she literally had no access to the money. Therefore, she’d
been in school for almost ten years, studying Information Technology, and Library Sciences. Purposely failing easy classes, so she could stay in school, because she could use the money to pay for bed and board, so long as it was labeled as tuition fees.
Mouse further saw that she had absolutely no friends, or other family. And, from reading her diary, which she kept in a locked file on her work desktop, he also saw that the students at the school were
horrible to her. Some would even sneak in, after hours, just to tease her for being so strange.
Thursday, September 11, 2014
Maze Runner Fan Fic
In light of the movie coming out next week, you will get 3 PUBLISHER POINTS for any fan fiction turned into wcpldteen@gmail.com using the story and characters of The Maze Runner by James Dashner. For each story submitted, I will post a link to his twitter and ask him to take a look!
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
The Game Has Begun. Part The Third. By Patrick
Chapter One
“Where to next?” Cursor asked loudly, still highly annoyed that he wasn’t driving, while Mouse was driving slowly through the information highway.
“I don’t know, you’re the genius.” Mouse replied, sarcastically.
“I shan’t dignify that with a response. Oh, look, this one seems interesting.” Cursor said, seeing an interesting looking website.
“FaceBook? Surely there’s nothing intelligent on there. How can a Face be a Book?” Mouse said, steering towards the website, anyways.
“Well, if there’s nothing intelligent, then it’ll be even easier to find a case, won’t it?” Cursor said.
Deciding not to answer, Mouse drove onto the site, and then selected a random page. “Well, let’s at least look for a case, yes?”
On the page, was several virtual miles worth of completely random content, and selfies from some teenage girl. Cursor already looked bored, and then Mouse pointed him to the most recent post, posted a few hours ago.
The most recent post was very short, very to the point, and severely blunt.
“Im dun w/ this world. nothin init 4 me. im hangng myselv at mdnyt. try 2 talk me out of it. bet u u cant.”
“Yes, I see we have a sad girl. What does this have to do with us?” Cursor asked, bored again.
“This is our job. People like THIS. People who need our help. Cursor, read the comments.” Mouse answered, growing impatient.
“no1 is guna mis u”
“do a flip”
“make sure 2 ty it tite”
“do it now. save us the drama”
“make sure u sufoc8. that’s easyer than a broken neck”
“I still don’t see how this is a case. This is a counselor’s job, or, more likely, a doctor’s. It’s 1150, already.” Cursor said, after reading all the comments.
“CURSOR! Can we just help her? Maybe make a small difference in someone’s life? For once? Maybe?” Mouse yelled, incandescent with rage.
“Oh, very well. If it troubles you this much. I still say this is a counselor’s job, and not ours.” Cursor said, slightly scared.
In silent anger, Mouse steered the motorcycle through and into the girls phone, dismounting the motorcycle and landing inside her app. Cursor took over her microphone, speakers, and camera, carefully angling himself away from Mouse.
After they got the speakers up, Mouse began to hear her crying. Her phone was facedown on something so they couldn’ see, until Cursor flipped the cameras. They saw that they were laying on her bed, in her
phone, and the could see her tying a thick rope onto the ceiling fan. The other end was already in a noose.
“CURSOR! What’s taking so long?!” Mouse shrieked. Cursor was having difficulty getting the speakers up.
“I DON’T KNOW, I’M TRYING!” Cursor yelled back, manipulating the phone as fast as he could.
“You’re a bloody idiot, for a genius. FIX THE SOUND.” Mouse screamed, completely unable to tear his eyes away from the girl. He could her whimper as she began to slide the noose around her neck.
“Oh, yes, of course.” Cursor said, watching the girl jump as he fixed the sound, and she could suddenly hear them.
She almost dropped the noose, she was so startled. Why did everything have to be difficult? Couldn’t she just die in peace? It would’ve been so easy, and she was so close. Then she wouldn’t have had to listen to them ever again. Maybe she didn’t need to even wonder, maybe she
shouldn’t go check her phone, was she just hearing things? Why not just put the noose on, and jump off the chair, anyways? Yes, definitely, let’s do that.
“Please don’t jump.” Mouse squeaked, half crying, while he watched her bend her knees slightly. This time, she decided that she couldn’t ignore it, so she turned slightly towards her bed, not sure where the
noise was coming from.
“Who’s that? Someone there?” She whispered, twitching slightly, and still holding the noose with both hands.
“Flip your phone over, would you please? I hate looking out of the back cam.” Cursor said in a complete monotone voice.
Carefully the girl edged her way on her chair, not taking off her noose, but not choking herself, and flipping her phone over, gasping when she saw Mouse and Cursor on her screen.
“Ah, much better. Now, care to tell us what’s wrong?” Cursor said, half smiling as she slowly moved the noose off and craned her neck back and forth to watch them better.
“... But, what are you, and why are you inside my phone?” She was looking more scared by the minute. Mouse was slightly stunned, and was quiet with relief that she had taken the noose off. Cursor, on the
other hand, was getting more and more tired of this.
“Very simple, we’re here about the bet.” He told her.
“Bet..?”
“You bet that we couldn’t talk you out of hanging yourself, so, here we are.”
Now, as the editor, I’ve decided to skip this part out of pure boredom. Less time and paperwork for me to just type this than waste my time explaining to you how Mouse and I talked her down from
suicide. I’ll shorten it, save you the time as well. We talked her out of it, mostly me, okay, that’s a lie, mainly Mouse. But, she put the noose down, went on living her life, we went back into cyberspace,
blah blah blah, don’t know why I’m typing this, it’s a complete waste of my time, good day. –Cursor
“Where to next?” Cursor asked loudly, still highly annoyed that he wasn’t driving, while Mouse was driving slowly through the information highway.
“I don’t know, you’re the genius.” Mouse replied, sarcastically.
“I shan’t dignify that with a response. Oh, look, this one seems interesting.” Cursor said, seeing an interesting looking website.
“FaceBook? Surely there’s nothing intelligent on there. How can a Face be a Book?” Mouse said, steering towards the website, anyways.
“Well, if there’s nothing intelligent, then it’ll be even easier to find a case, won’t it?” Cursor said.
Deciding not to answer, Mouse drove onto the site, and then selected a random page. “Well, let’s at least look for a case, yes?”
On the page, was several virtual miles worth of completely random content, and selfies from some teenage girl. Cursor already looked bored, and then Mouse pointed him to the most recent post, posted a few hours ago.
The most recent post was very short, very to the point, and severely blunt.
“Im dun w/ this world. nothin init 4 me. im hangng myselv at mdnyt. try 2 talk me out of it. bet u u cant.”
“Yes, I see we have a sad girl. What does this have to do with us?” Cursor asked, bored again.
“This is our job. People like THIS. People who need our help. Cursor, read the comments.” Mouse answered, growing impatient.
“no1 is guna mis u”
“do a flip”
“make sure 2 ty it tite”
“do it now. save us the drama”
“make sure u sufoc8. that’s easyer than a broken neck”
“I still don’t see how this is a case. This is a counselor’s job, or, more likely, a doctor’s. It’s 1150, already.” Cursor said, after reading all the comments.
“CURSOR! Can we just help her? Maybe make a small difference in someone’s life? For once? Maybe?” Mouse yelled, incandescent with rage.
“Oh, very well. If it troubles you this much. I still say this is a counselor’s job, and not ours.” Cursor said, slightly scared.
In silent anger, Mouse steered the motorcycle through and into the girls phone, dismounting the motorcycle and landing inside her app. Cursor took over her microphone, speakers, and camera, carefully angling himself away from Mouse.
After they got the speakers up, Mouse began to hear her crying. Her phone was facedown on something so they couldn’ see, until Cursor flipped the cameras. They saw that they were laying on her bed, in her
phone, and the could see her tying a thick rope onto the ceiling fan. The other end was already in a noose.
“CURSOR! What’s taking so long?!” Mouse shrieked. Cursor was having difficulty getting the speakers up.
“I DON’T KNOW, I’M TRYING!” Cursor yelled back, manipulating the phone as fast as he could.
“You’re a bloody idiot, for a genius. FIX THE SOUND.” Mouse screamed, completely unable to tear his eyes away from the girl. He could her whimper as she began to slide the noose around her neck.
“Oh, yes, of course.” Cursor said, watching the girl jump as he fixed the sound, and she could suddenly hear them.
She almost dropped the noose, she was so startled. Why did everything have to be difficult? Couldn’t she just die in peace? It would’ve been so easy, and she was so close. Then she wouldn’t have had to listen to them ever again. Maybe she didn’t need to even wonder, maybe she
shouldn’t go check her phone, was she just hearing things? Why not just put the noose on, and jump off the chair, anyways? Yes, definitely, let’s do that.
“Please don’t jump.” Mouse squeaked, half crying, while he watched her bend her knees slightly. This time, she decided that she couldn’t ignore it, so she turned slightly towards her bed, not sure where the
noise was coming from.
“Who’s that? Someone there?” She whispered, twitching slightly, and still holding the noose with both hands.
“Flip your phone over, would you please? I hate looking out of the back cam.” Cursor said in a complete monotone voice.
Carefully the girl edged her way on her chair, not taking off her noose, but not choking herself, and flipping her phone over, gasping when she saw Mouse and Cursor on her screen.
“Ah, much better. Now, care to tell us what’s wrong?” Cursor said, half smiling as she slowly moved the noose off and craned her neck back and forth to watch them better.
“... But, what are you, and why are you inside my phone?” She was looking more scared by the minute. Mouse was slightly stunned, and was quiet with relief that she had taken the noose off. Cursor, on the
other hand, was getting more and more tired of this.
“Very simple, we’re here about the bet.” He told her.
“Bet..?”
“You bet that we couldn’t talk you out of hanging yourself, so, here we are.”
Now, as the editor, I’ve decided to skip this part out of pure boredom. Less time and paperwork for me to just type this than waste my time explaining to you how Mouse and I talked her down from
suicide. I’ll shorten it, save you the time as well. We talked her out of it, mostly me, okay, that’s a lie, mainly Mouse. But, she put the noose down, went on living her life, we went back into cyberspace,
blah blah blah, don’t know why I’m typing this, it’s a complete waste of my time, good day. –Cursor
End Part The Third.
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