I thought it only fair that I show you my own depiction of a squish, seeing as how I'm asking for yours. Just don't make fun of my awful drawing skills!!! No, seriously, they're bad... Real, real bad... Mel
Get out your crayons and colored pencils, kids, it's time to color a picture! Today, your challenge is to draw a SQUISH! Don't know what a squish is? Go here: Meet the Squish! Squishes? Squishi? And if you're feeling a bit too lazy to read that whole chapter, here's a smaller (and less detailed) description: The … Continue reading It’s Time to Color… A SQUISH!
“So wait, let me get this straight,” I say. “First of all, that King dude that the super-mouse and I just saved and brought down here was not actually the King?” “Oh no,” says Pixie Stick. “That was The King. It was just another The King. That was Pixie Elvis.” “And we have to solve some dumb riddle presented … Continue reading Chapter Twenty-Six: Catching Fire
“Telling our story, love?” Sebastian’s gravelly voice crawls up my spine like bird talons, digging under my skin and sending pain searing through my head. It’s a strange kind of pain, the kind that comes from everywhere all at once, and I can feel my heartless chest squeeze in displeasure.Hatred rolls off him like slick … Continue reading Chapter Twenty-Five: Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea
“Telling our story, love?” Sebastian asks. We whirl to face the direction his voice comes from. He rests against the bottom of a rusted iron ladder that he’s lowered through the hole in the ceiling of ice, one foot propped against the bottom rung and his arms folded across his skinny chest. His pure white … Continue reading Chapter Twenty-Four: Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
The inside of the castle dungeons are more than cold, they’re freezing, and there’s little question of why. The entire thing is made of ice, thick layers of the stuff on the walls, on the floor, on the black and gray cell doors. Spiny fingers of deep blue, frozen water cling to the ceiling as … Continue reading Chapter Twenty-Three: The Forest of Hands and Teeth
“You are so ugly.” I stare at Rose’s ex with my mouth hanging wide open, like a mailbox with a broken hinge. “You almost married this guy?” I don’t dare glance at Rose as I ask the question, sure that if I were in her position I would be boiling with fury at the sight of such … Continue reading Chapter Twenty-Two: Across the Universe