The sun peered in through the curtains and shone through the eyelids of Mitchell Welby, waking him up. It was a beautiful September morning to launch the makings of a wonderful day.
Sitting up and pulling the covers off his body, he got out of bed and stretched. A budding of excitement filled his gut – today was his first day as head chef of Michon Ruber’s, he had worked seven years to get this far in his career. Crossing his arms in front of his chest, a grin broadened across his face; today would be a great day.
The sweet smell of bacon wafted up from the kitchen downstairs on the first floor of the house; his wife Gwen must have made breakfast for him and their son, Alexander. An even wider grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, as he pulled a robe over his pyjamas. A good, hearty breakfast was the best beginning to any day, especially a breakfast that included the family.
Mitchell’s thunderous footsteps echoed down the stairs as he made his way into the kitchen to the head of the breakfast table. A moment later, a plate of eggs, bacon and toast stared up at him from the table. He spoke cheerfully, “It smells wonderful, Gwen.”
A smiling thirty-five year old brunette stared over at him from her place before the stove with her sparkling hazel eyes. “Thanks honey,” she replied, a light glow emanating off her skin. “Today’s a big day for you so I thought you’d appreciate a nice wholesome breakfast to calm your nerves.” Turning the stove top off, she walked over and sat on the chair to the right of Mitchell.
Across the table from his wife sat their eight year old son, with his jet black hair in a mess and his hazel eyes bubbling with excitement. He sat there in a happy silence, almost bouncing out of his seat while he ate his breakfast in a hurry.
Mitchell chuckled softly as he watched Alexander. “Whoa, slow down, son. You don’t want to choke on your toast, because you know about the boy who choked on his toast?” Alex shook his head feverishly, all bright eyed and Mitchell glanced over at his wife shaking her head with a smile. “Well he transformed into a piece of toast himself, quite big and very burnt.”
Alexander looked over at his mother with wide eyes and his mouth gaping open. “R- r- really?” he asked, not actually expecting an answer. Mitchell grinned when the pace at which his son scarfed down his food deteriorated to snail pace slow.
Although a smile hung on her lips, Gwen spoke, “Don’t scare the boy, Mitch.” And then she turned to her son. “You won’t turn into burnt toast if you choke on a bite.” She gave her husband a look. “However, it’s still not a good thing to eat in such a hurry because you don’t want your father and me to get scared to death when you choke on your breakfast.”
Glancing back at his wife, he caught the time on the clock behind her. “School starts in forty-five minutes and I’ve got an hour to get to work, so don’t eat too slow,” he explained, as Gwen finished off her plate and stood up.
Something strange happened at that moment, in her wake – Mitchell noted – what seemed to be rips appeared. The odd thing was, these rips were hovering in thin air and inside the tears there seemed to be a bluish static almost seeping out.
A puzzled expression appeared on his face as he stared at these oddities. While he watched them, he didn’t notice Alex bring his plate over to his mother, but he did notice the tears that he left behind. As the two of them moved, the tears continued to multiply and all he could do was blink.
“H-honey, do you see anything strange?” he asked the woman currently filling up the dishwasher. Wrenching his eyes from the pockets of static, he looked directly at her.
She turned to him and spoke, her brows furrowed, “Like what?” That was when Mitchell noticed her eyes. No longer were they their gorgeous hazel coloured, but a stitching of black encompassing more blue static.
His eyes stretched wide open. A moment ago they had all been fooling around about toast, and now... “I need to go lay down,” he quietly told himself.
Standing up, he walked around the breakfast table and up the stairs into Gwen’s and his bedroom. Before he went to the bed, he walked into the adjoining bathroom, soaked a wash cloth and crawled under the covers of his bed, placing the washcloth on his eyes before he quickly drifted off to sleep.
Sitting up and pulling the covers off his body, he got out of bed and stretched. A budding of excitement filled his gut – today was his first day as head chef of Michon Ruber’s, he had worked seven years to get this far in his career. Crossing his arms in front of his chest, a grin broadened across his face; today would be a great day.
The sweet smell of bacon wafted up from the kitchen downstairs on the first floor of the house; his wife Gwen must have made breakfast for him and their son, Alexander. An even wider grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, as he pulled a robe over his pyjamas. A good, hearty breakfast was the best beginning to any day, especially a breakfast that included the family.
Mitchell’s thunderous footsteps echoed down the stairs as he made his way into the kitchen to the head of the breakfast table. A moment later, a plate of eggs, bacon and toast stared up at him from the table. He spoke cheerfully, “It smells wonderful, Gwen.”
A smiling thirty-five year old brunette stared over at him from her place before the stove with her sparkling hazel eyes. “Thanks honey,” she replied, a light glow emanating off her skin. “Today’s a big day for you so I thought you’d appreciate a nice wholesome breakfast to calm your nerves.” Turning the stove top off, she walked over and sat on the chair to the right of Mitchell.
Across the table from his wife sat their eight year old son, with his jet black hair in a mess and his hazel eyes bubbling with excitement. He sat there in a happy silence, almost bouncing out of his seat while he ate his breakfast in a hurry.
Mitchell chuckled softly as he watched Alexander. “Whoa, slow down, son. You don’t want to choke on your toast, because you know about the boy who choked on his toast?” Alex shook his head feverishly, all bright eyed and Mitchell glanced over at his wife shaking her head with a smile. “Well he transformed into a piece of toast himself, quite big and very burnt.”
Alexander looked over at his mother with wide eyes and his mouth gaping open. “R- r- really?” he asked, not actually expecting an answer. Mitchell grinned when the pace at which his son scarfed down his food deteriorated to snail pace slow.
Although a smile hung on her lips, Gwen spoke, “Don’t scare the boy, Mitch.” And then she turned to her son. “You won’t turn into burnt toast if you choke on a bite.” She gave her husband a look. “However, it’s still not a good thing to eat in such a hurry because you don’t want your father and me to get scared to death when you choke on your breakfast.”
Glancing back at his wife, he caught the time on the clock behind her. “School starts in forty-five minutes and I’ve got an hour to get to work, so don’t eat too slow,” he explained, as Gwen finished off her plate and stood up.
Something strange happened at that moment, in her wake – Mitchell noted – what seemed to be rips appeared. The odd thing was, these rips were hovering in thin air and inside the tears there seemed to be a bluish static almost seeping out.
A puzzled expression appeared on his face as he stared at these oddities. While he watched them, he didn’t notice Alex bring his plate over to his mother, but he did notice the tears that he left behind. As the two of them moved, the tears continued to multiply and all he could do was blink.
“H-honey, do you see anything strange?” he asked the woman currently filling up the dishwasher. Wrenching his eyes from the pockets of static, he looked directly at her.
She turned to him and spoke, her brows furrowed, “Like what?” That was when Mitchell noticed her eyes. No longer were they their gorgeous hazel coloured, but a stitching of black encompassing more blue static.
His eyes stretched wide open. A moment ago they had all been fooling around about toast, and now... “I need to go lay down,” he quietly told himself.
Standing up, he walked around the breakfast table and up the stairs into Gwen’s and his bedroom. Before he went to the bed, he walked into the adjoining bathroom, soaked a wash cloth and crawled under the covers of his bed, placing the washcloth on his eyes before he quickly drifted off to sleep.
So this is the plot of my book. DONT BE NICE OKAY!!!!
Milgas Gonailm is an Elf who lives in a forest. This forest lies in the land of Puleaveh, a land filled with creatures as dwarves, Dondurs (a type of early leprechaun), Men, and others. Anyway Men haven't lived here in a while, they left a long time ago. Now they've come back because their land was invaded by an ancient evil. Now the races of Puleaveh have hated each other for a long time. But they don't want to harm the world with war, so they keep to themselves. Milgas volunteered to go on a journey to unite the races to fight against this evil.
So what do you think?
Milgas Gonailm is an Elf who lives in a forest. This forest lies in the land of Puleaveh, a land filled with creatures as dwarves, Dondurs (a type of early leprechaun), Men, and others. Anyway Men haven't lived here in a while, they left a long time ago. Now they've come back because their land was invaded by an ancient evil. Now the races of Puleaveh have hated each other for a long time. But they don't want to harm the world with war, so they keep to themselves. Milgas volunteered to go on a journey to unite the races to fight against this evil.
So what do you think?
Pop music icon Josh Groban's life and career will be chronicled in the book series that celebrates celebrities that have positive reputations for giving back to their communities.
Randy recently took to his Instagram page to announce that he would publish a sketch on Groban.
"Excited to add the name Josh Groban to my "Stars" celebrity fan book series! I've been a fan of Josh's music for a lot of years, so thrilled as can be," Randy posted.
Randy's first book in the series, The Life and Career of Marie Osmond, became an immediate best seller. His second installment in the series will be a sketch of popular comedian and talk show host Ellen DeGeneres.
Randy's Josh Groban sketch is expected to cover Groban's varied career as a pop sensation, his work on the Broadway stage, television and little known information about his personal life and charity work.
Hey guys!
So I know a few of those who'll come across this page and think it's exactly like the 'Writing' page, but it's not. This group is for everyone who wants to publish a piece of writing that they've started, finished, or are editing. It's like those groups a lot of authors tend to join to get help on their books, songs, short stories, plain ol' ideas, or screenplays.
The Writer's Club is all about coming together to help each other achieve their best work and even publish their work. We can help one another by reviewing chapters of books that have been posted as articles, by reading lyrics that may not be quite right, or to just see what kind of audience a piece of work is suited towards.
Anyways, if anyone has questions, just give me a shout out, otherwise feel free to post any pieces of original material for constructive debate!
- M.
So I know a few of those who'll come across this page and think it's exactly like the 'Writing' page, but it's not. This group is for everyone who wants to publish a piece of writing that they've started, finished, or are editing. It's like those groups a lot of authors tend to join to get help on their books, songs, short stories, plain ol' ideas, or screenplays.
The Writer's Club is all about coming together to help each other achieve their best work and even publish their work. We can help one another by reviewing chapters of books that have been posted as articles, by reading lyrics that may not be quite right, or to just see what kind of audience a piece of work is suited towards.
Anyways, if anyone has questions, just give me a shout out, otherwise feel free to post any pieces of original material for constructive debate!
- M.