Wednesday Snippets {3}: The Arrival


This week's snippet has us meeting Kacee, the Dormitory C assistant. While the older girl seems to have a connection with Marie, Leah isn't so sure.   Enjoy!

So I gave in, just like I always did when my sister turned on the heat. Which is how I found myself lugging my lone suitcase up two flights of stairs to what I’d been told was Dormitory C. The stark white walls and faded green linoleum barely registered as I followed Marie, who for the first time in recent history was babbling like a chimpanzee. She obviously felt a connection to the young woman guiding us. Marie was like that. She had some sorta of super sense for other kids who were like her. She was a super-genius magnet, while I on the other hand found myself surrounded by boys more often than not, since I didn’t care for dresses, make-up or any of that girly-girl stuff. I was comfortable in my own skin.

Still I hadn’t expected Mrs. Brindle to just up and abandon us when we arrived, after the concern she’d shown at Mrs. Leham’s. But when we’d arrived on campus, she’d been greeted a grumpy looking man who insisted that she had matters to attend to, barely giving Mrs. Brindle time to line up a replacement to take us to what was going to be our new home until we aged out of the system. Less than five minutes later, she’d pulled the dormitory assistant out of class and left us in Kacee Pope’s capable hands. I wasn’t sure what to think of the slender red-head. She seemed nice enough. Chatting up Marie like an old friend while trying to involve me in their conversation about some upcoming science fair.

“Here we are.” Kacee tossed her long braid over her shoulder. “This is the girls side. The boys are across the hall and two doors down. After nine o’clock there is no fraternization with them but we do share a common room and kitchen area with them. Don’t let Aaron trick you into doing KP. He’s perfectly capable of washing dishes despite being in a wheel chair.” She winked, before ushering us inside. “You two can have the last two beds closest to the window.” She gestured two two beds on the far end of the room.

Long but narrow, the room had a total of eight beds lining one wall while upright lockers lined the other. There was one locker for every bed it looked like. Several of them had boy band pictures and the latest Disney star taped the shiny metal doors. Each of the ones that were occupied had the owner’s name stenciled on the upper corner of the right hand door. I was surprised to see my own name on one, and Marie’s name on the other.

“Man, you must work fast.” I nodded toward the lockers.

Kacee gave a short nod. “Mrs. Brindle expects us to be efficient.” The way she said it had the hairs on the back of my neck rising. Why did it seem like there was more than that?

“Guess there’s nothing wrong with being efficient,” I mumbled as I set down my bag on the bed across from the locker with my name on it.

“You’ll find your life will be much easier here if you do.” She gave us a smile. “Once you put your stuff away, I’ll take you down to the kitchen. We’ll be having lunch in less than a half hour and I can introduce you to the rest of the group.”

“Sure thing, Kacee.” Marie opened her bag and began to unpack. I still couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more to Kacee than met the eye. Was she special like me and Marie or was she merely another orphaned girl?



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Review Tour: Falling Sky by James Patrick Riser

Today I'd like to welcome James Patrick Riser to my blog.  As the first guest on my blog in my partnership with Goddess Fish Promotions, I had the pleasure o reading Mr. Riser's book, Falling Sky. So please be sure to check at the end of the post to read my review of this book.  Also I would be remiss if I forgot to mention that Mr. Riser is also going to draw a random winner from the tour, so be sure to comment and follow the tour at the rest of the stops. (click on the tour graphic on the right for list of rest of stops)  He's offering a $10 gift certificate to Wild Publishing as a prize. 


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Blurb:
Following a devastating world war, the surface of the planet has been covered in a substance called Dust, a weapon that can break down the physical make up of entire cities, reducing them to rubble and preventing citizens from rebuilding their lost metropolises for several years. In order to survive, humanity has taken refuge in crowded, underground cities.

Ian Blum is a 15 year old boy living in one such city. His crippling social anxiety confines him to a solitary life at home, while his parents are away at their jobs. The person he interacts with the most is his home school professor, Michael Wasley. One night, Ian is visited by a mysterious figure in a dream. The man warns Ian of a great earthquake that will destroy the cities, killing all of the inhabitants. The man charges Ian with the task of getting everyone out.

Soon after, Ian finds out that he isn't the only one who has had this dream and reluctantly joins a group of rebels who has made it their mission to drive everyone from the cities for their own safety, however, no one believes in the stranger's prophecy. Ian and the rebels must find a way to get the people to safety at any cost.

Excerpt:
By the time the war shook society to its very core, it appeared that everyone had forgotten why the nations were so intent on ripping the planet apart. People knew the reasons of course; there were many of them, but most seemed convoluted to Michael. Reports of impending doom, as civilization began to collapse, drowned out his sixteenth birthday. The fallout from the war would eventually make it impossible for humans to live in the cities for much longer. Emigration to space was the most attractive solution to most; it was a persistent pipe dream ever since writers and filmmakers had presented it to the world as a possibility. A small group of politicians even pushed for the move to space without thinking about the constraints: The United States government completely dissolved the space program several years before to free up more funds that could be spent toward winning the war, and the limited number of people who could actually travel into space. The majority of the population would be left in the radioactive dust while the elite (which included the politicians that pushed for the move) would be among the stars, safe, but with nowhere to go.

Michael learned all of this over the course of several weeks from news programs and televised, one-sided debates. The Six Year War had effectively ended and every nation had lost to a dark cloud of bloodlust. During the first week of the new crisis, Michael wrote a journal to record the experience.


 AUTHOR Bio: 
James Patrick Riser is the author of Syndrome and Falling Sky, two novellas published by Wild Child Publishing. His short fiction has appeared in the, now defunct, online horror fiction magazine, Necrotic Tissue, and his poetry has appeared in the online poetry journals, Pif magazine, Dead Beats and Four and Twenty Poetry. He lives in Colton, California.






Becki's Review: 
I totally enjoyed Falling Sky by James Patrick Riser. He created a very believable set of characters in his story. I could totally relate to Ian, his main character, but also entirely enjoyed both the complex and multifaceted Mr. Wasley and enigmatic Prophet. I even enjoyed Katsuni. Mr. Riser created a very complex world that should satisfy the inner geek in all of us.. I love the creativity of the futuristic setting while still keeping true to some of our modern day conveniences. But what really struck me was the emotional struggle as Ian tried to figure out his place with the rebels while overcoming his own demons. In the end Falling Sky is a book I think any reader who enjoys an adventurous tale with a post apocalyptic setting. I give it 4 Playful Monkeys and look forward to reading more of Mr. Riser's work.


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Sunday Fun {3} - Bleached Tie Dye Beach Towels


Welcome once again to Sunday Fun.  This week, I scoured the net to find something fun and creative for my girls that I wouldn't have to go buy out half the craft store. That's when I found this nifty idea HERE*.  I remember as a teenager tie-dying shirts in home ec and believe me this craft is much easier - no expensive dyes to buy or anything.  And believe it or not, I had everything on hand!  

You'll need the following items:
  • Bleach and water
  • Squirt bottle
  • Colored towel
  • Rubber bands
  • Large bucket of water to rinse  
 
Teen Summer Craft Ideas Bleached Tie Dye Beach Towel
 STEPS
Step 1: Using the rubber bands, tie up the towel. Try various ways of twisting the towel to get different patterns. 

Step 2: Fill squirt bottle with a mixture of equal parts bleach and water.  Then spray the tied areas of the towel.  Let it sit for about a minute or til you see the bleach working.  Then use the bucket of clean water to rinse.  The article also mentions to use a separate bucket for each towel.

Step 3:  Then wash and dry the towels as usual.  


Finished Look: 
Teen Summer Craft Ideas Bleached Tie Dye Beach Towel 

 *This idea I got off of Parentingteens.about.com as well as the pictures.


Friday Treat {2} - Creole Grilled Potatoe Pouches

As I've mentioned I have three kids and of my three, my middle daughter happens to be the pickiest when it comes to food.   One of her oddities is that she doesn't care for potatoes. Not mashed, not baked, not french fried or even Augritin or flavored potatoes.   However there is one exception to that rule.  She loves and even requests what she calls pouch potatoes.  This is a potato dish I make on the grill. I first got this idea from my mother in law during one our cook outs.  Her pouches are usually loaded with onion, peppers, potatoes and cheese.  Basically your loaded baked potato. Which of course my daughter doesn't like.  However I was in the mood for something different one night and just randomly grabbed some spices out of the cupboard.   The recipe below is the only form of potato my daughter will eat. 

Ingredients
6 Medium Size Russet Potatoes, unpeeled but scrubbed
Aluminum foil (2 pieces about 14 inches long)
Non-stick canola spray
Salt and Pepper to taste
Creole* Seasoning (about a tsp total) 

Directions
1. Lay foil down, dull side up.  Spray with non-stick spray
2. Slice potatoes in bite size pieces. (I usually quarter the potato then slice it into 1/4 inch slices)
3. Layer about a quarter of the potatoes on the foil.  Then salt and pepper to taste as well as a good shake of creole seasoning. Spray potatoes again with non-stick spray.  Repeat until you gone through all the sliced potatoes.    
4.  Take second piece of foil.  Spray dull side and the place on top of potatoes.  Fold and crimp foil until a pouch is formed. 
5.  Place on grill for 30 minutes...flipping frequently.  (I have a smoker and move the pouch over to the warming side  about 15 minutes into cooking to keep it warm as I cook the meat. This insures that the potatoes and meat are done at the same time.) 
6.  Slice through the top piece of foil with a sharp knife. BE CAREFUL - steam will rise from the pouch.   If done correctly you'll have a convenient foil bowl to serve steamed but flavorful potatoes. 

Hopefully your family will enjoy this tasty but healthy version of a potato based side dish. (And yes I did say healthy...sneaky mom that I am.) 

*I use Tony Chachere's Creole Seasoning...and while it does have a bit of a kick...it is mild enough even for me.  This is NOT Cajun seasoning.

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Wednesday Snippets {2} - The Arrival

It's time once again for a Wednesday snippet.  This comes from a scene where Mrs. Brindle, the headmistress of the Dormitory is recruiting Leah and Marie. Enjoy!


“Aren’t you going to join your sister, Leah?” Mrs. Brindle shifted.
 
I shook my head. “No.”

She tipped her head. “I promise I’m not going to run off.” When I continued to stare at her, she gave me the same look Mom gave me when she was tired of dealing with me. “You’re more reluctant to trust, aren’t you?”

It was true. More than one adult in the past few months had asked for my trust only to ship us off to the next home. “Adults lie, Mrs. Brindle.”

She opened her mouth, whether to protest or agree I have no idea, because just then Marie ran back into the room clutching her stuffed animal.

“Leah, it was right where she said it would be. Tucked under all my clothing.” Plopping back down next to me, she gave me a nudge with her shoulder. It was something she always did when she wanted to rub my nose in about being right.

“Really?”

Marie bounced onto the couch next to me, the dog held tight against her chest. “So you have to listen now. You promised.”

I had, but it didn’t mean I had to like it. “Okay, what did you want to talk to us about, Ma’am?”

“I’d like to talk to you about coming to the Dormitory with me. I’m not like the other adults you’ve met. I won’t force you into coming. All the children who reside there are there of their own free will. Do you know what that means?”

I wanted to roll my eyes. I was thirteen, not stupid. “It means they choose to come.”

“That’s right, Leah. They choose to go with me. Unlike here, at the Dormitory we have teachers and doctors and nurses who live on the campus. It’s like being in boarding school or at college. Everything you might need is available. We have basketball courts and baseball fields, bike trails and rock walls, along with pretty much any kind of outdoor equipment an active child would like to play on.”

“Really?” Like any kid I loved being outside, riding my bike and climbing rock walls. Was there anything better? Dad had taken us to Planet X for our last birthday and we’d climbed their rock wall and played laser tag.

“Yep.” She smiled at me. “In fact, our gym teacher takes the kids outside on a daily basis, of course depending on the weather. We have a track and field day coming up next month, and he’s been coaching the kids at the track. We find that being active physically helps the kids control their differences.”

I fidgeted in my seat. What she was saying seemed too good to be true. A place where we could simply be ourselves without hiding? I glanced at Marie. “What about Marie. She likes regular classes and stuff.”

“Yes, does the Dormitory have regular teachers, too?” Marie asked quietly. That was my sister, the bookworm. She loved to learn. I liked school, but I wasn’t as nerdy as Marie.

“Of course. Mr. Standish is our fifth through seventh grade teacher. If you come to the Dormitory, he’d be your teacher. He teaches all the core subjects you’d normally get in school. Reading, writing, social studies, while Mrs. Razzle teaches math, science and labs. She also teaches our advanced placement classes. From what your case worker told me, Marie, you’d probably enjoy those classes. I do believe that they are planning on making homemade ice cream next week. And she has several labs in progress right now. She and her kids supply a good chunk of our produce for our meals.”

I wanted to groan. Now Mrs. Brindle had done it. She’d appealed to Marie’s nerd bone. “And did I mention, Leah, that Coach Pristash runs our archery team? He’s taken them to the state finals four times in the past five years.”

I’ll have to give it to the woman she was good. Excitement poured through me. How had she known that I loved archery? “He does?” 
 
©Becki Gylberte All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

Sunday Fun {2} - No Sew Fleece Pillow


Once again, its time for Sunday fun. This week the idea comes from my own kids. Last year my oldest daughter had a class called Building Blocks. At first I thought this was a class for Industrial Tech or possibly even a math class, but when she came home telling me about the cool smoothie they made and how their project for quarter would be a fleece pillow.  That's when it dawned on me, this building blocks class was actually what dear old mom called Home Economics.  Anyway she had such a blast in this class, she suggested I feature this week.   As before I went on the web and found simple directions for it, and you can find the originating site HERE.

What you will need:
Fleece (in two different colors or patterns)
Scissors
Ruler
Chalk
Fiberfill

How to make it:

Cut 2 identical heart shapes from the fleece, 1 of each color or pattern. To allow for a 4-inch fringe, be sure to cut the hearts 8 inches larger than you want your finished pillow. We cut ours 26 inches across and 22 inches long for an 18- by 14-inch pillow.

On 1 fleece heart, use a ruler and chalk or a disappearing-ink pen to draw a heart 4 inches in from the edge of the fabric (see illustration). Measure and draw fringe that's about 1 inch wide and 4 inches long (up to the center heart, as shown).


Stack the hearts with your chalk lines on top. Cut the fringe, through both layers of fleece, stopping at the center heart.


Begin at the bottom point of the heart and tie the top piece of fringe to the bottom piece by double-knotting them. Continue up the side of the pillow. At the dip at the top, knot together the top 4 fringes (2 pairs) into 1 double knot to cinch the opening more tightly. Then go back to knotting just 2 fringes until only 4 pairs are untied.


Stuff the heart with fiberfill. Tie the remaining fringes. Brush off any chalk that still shows. Ink lines should disappear according to the package directions.

For a twist on this gift: Try a different shape, such as this lion pillow. We knotted together squares of orange and yellow fleece and brought our king of the jungle to life with cord whiskers, and felt eyes and nose attached with tacky glue. For square pillows, cut off and discard the corner fringes before you begin knotting.

©Becki Gylberte All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.