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Winter 2009 Newsletter Excerpt:

In September of 2007, I decided that I wanted to be a writer, and now, nearly two years later, I'm closer than ever to achieving that title. On Sunday, January 31, 2010, the very first edit of my debut novella, The Alliance, was officially completed. Although that doesn't necessarily mean the book is near completion, it certainly feels like a milestone to me. After sending this newsletter off, the second edit will begin. As time consuming and long these edits are, however, I confess that they are exactly what I need. Instead of just writing my ideas down on paper and calling it a book, the editing process is teaching me how to execute my writing in a more accurate, fluent way.

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The Alliance

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Info, Previews, and More...About the Book When the long-term supporter of a gifted group of guardians called the Alliance passes away, masks of great power are left behind, but as soon as they bring good, bad falls right behind it. The Alliance's home of Ell begins to be swarmed by magical creatures and beasts once thought to be of legend, and they soon embark on an epic journey through all fo Flin, the country on which Ell rests, to stop a ravenous Dragon Charmer from murdering all the kings of the land. Gods and goddesses are awoken, friends unite, and the entire land of Flin is left to fate... But fate has already been decided.Behind the Seams The story of a young boy by the name of Leif Greggor, the poor son of a farmer that is cast into adventure by his King to save his daughter from her kidnappers, took form around my Eighth Grade year of Middle School, but it was never finished. Instead, it morphed into what is now called The Alliance. The story was to include two other characters, Rodalfus and Draden (who star instead in The Alliance) to help him save the Princess. The story was to take a sharp twist where the princess ends up a mad, power-hungry villain, but the plot was, from its very core, bland, boring, and very cliché, so I began searching for another Idea. And that's when The Alliance, the book idea that started my interest in writing, popped into my head. I was watching TV very inattentively one day after school, when I saw an ad for a popular toy among young boys at that time, in about 2006 or 2007, called Bionicle. In this ad, 8 different Bionicle characters rode in a hellicopter and landed into a marshy wood. This scene sparked something inside me, and, I kid you not, intantaneous visions of The Alliance flooded my mind. Leif, Rodalfus, and Draden were joined suddenly by five other characters: Aden, Nel, Shila, Tidus, and Malia. The story didn't take long to put together, and it soon started to flow from my fingertips onto paper to form just a small portion of what The Alliance would eventually become.PreviewsDisclaimer: The snippets below are rough drafts of a scene most likely to appear in the final draft of the book and are subject to change, or possible exclution. Please to not copy the articles below.The AllianceExclusive Preview #1: Leif's heart was beating, and sweat was beginning to bead on his face. He didn't know where to go, where to turn, or what to do. His mask was still fit snug to his face, but it was beginning to feel heavier. He would have taken it off if he were back in the grove practicing, but this wasn't practice, this was real. He thought he could hear the faint sound of the wolfs breath, but he couldn't see it. The wolf, he imagined, was hiding behind a large, shaggy brush that was located to his left, but he was afraid that if he approached it, the wolf would strike, so he just stood there, silent and confused. The sound of a low growl whispered behind him, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw it. The bright blue fur unmistakably belonged to the wolf, and the frost forming on the ground below confirmed it. The Ciclewolf was crouched behind him, ready to attack, and the memory of what the wolf had done to Tidas was fresh in Leif's mind. This thought made him wonder momentarily how this was so, for the wolf had merely scratched his mask, and then the thought was gone. The wolf's shoulder blades were rocking back and forth, and Leif braced for an attack. There was the sight of cool, blue fur, and then a sharp pain in his right shoulder. The wolf had attacked. Leif fell to the ground, screaming in pain, and he saw the wolf rear around, and pounce again. This time, the wolf had struck the left side of his waist, and all at once, the pain in his right shoulder was gone, but Leif didn't dare turn to investigate. He didnt want to take his gaze away from the wolf. His face was turned to the right, and he was staring dead into the eyes of his attacker. The wolf seemed to be smiling an evil smile of cruelty, and mockery. The pain in his side was gone, and Leif shifted his weight a little, puzzled at why this was so. The wolf sensed the movement, and pounced yet again. The wolf's claws stabbed into Leif's unprotected back, and Leif collapsed. His face hit the ground, and he felt his mask slip off of his face. Panic filled his body, and the frightening sense of helplessness overcame him. He tried to lift his hand to reach for his mask, but all he received was yet another paralyzing blow from the Ciclewolf. This time, the wolf got his right arm. A few seconds of utter stillness passed by, then there was a loud rustle beneath the trees. Malia appeared, and all at once, Leif felt relieved. A blast of red and yellow fire soared from her palm, and struck the wolf hard in his side. The wolf let out a whimper, and scrambled to back to his feet. "Don't make me do it again!" said Malia threateningly. The wolf considered for a moment, and then darted back through the trees, frosty footsteps trailing behind him. Once the coast was clear, Leif rose to his feet. Brushing off the collection of dirt from his shirt, and picking up his mask from the ground. "Where did it get you?" asked Malia gingerly, it was surprising how quickly her tone had changed. "That's the weird thing," replied Leif, "It got me on my shoulder, my side, my back, and my hand, but they just stopped hurting, like they were..." Leif's voice trailed off as he examined his shoulder. There was not a sign of disturbance anywhere, not even a scratch. Leif looked from his shoulder to Malia, and she merely smiled. "I believe this may be another miracle of the masks." The AllianceExclusive Preview #2: Leif felt himself running through a wide open field of bright green grass. His spirit felt free, the wind on his face was whispering in his ear, making his eyes slowly slide shut as he ran through his newfound wonderland. "Open your eyes," whispered the wind, and Leif did so, only to find he was about to plunge off of a cliff, but he wasn't afraid. He didn't feel fear, or anxiety. He felt a bit anxious, even a bit of excitement, and as he leapt off of the edge, he spread out his arms, as if he had wings, and he found himself soaring through the air. He looked below, and to his astonishment, there was no magical water, nor grass, but a thick forest of fire, reaching for him from far below the deep canyon, and his sense of excitement and happiness slipped away from him, as fear and sadness replaced it. All at once his wings were gone; his wonder-filled dream was turning into a nightmare. He was falling, falling into a pit of fire that threatened his very existence, falling into a pool of remorse and regret. Falling, that was the last thing that entered his mind, and yet here he was, falling into what could very possibly be his future, or even his past, and yet he was so confused about what was unfolding. Was this a message, or just a nonsense dream constructed by the stresses of the day he had just left? The fire looked up at him with the eyes of a hungry beast that hadnt eaten in months, weeks even, and as the beasts fire strewn hands reached up for him, his face became a blur. Leif was being taken somewhere else, whether it was good or bad, he couldn't tell, all he knew is that wherever he was going was cold, very cold. He landed with a Thud! in the middle of what looked like the North Pole, but where he was, or what he was doing there wasn't yet clear. Leif hugged himself aimlessly, trying to get warm as he tried to decipher where this place was. He peered through the thick sheet of snow that continued to fall to the ground, and he spotted a large white building. He began to wade his way through the thick snow towards his discovery, and soon found himself standing before a massive white castle, the snow falling all around him. He looked up to see the top of a gigantic drawbridge, and a fresh sense of wonder and amazement swept over him, but all in a second that feeling was gone. A loud Clang! echoed from within the giant door, and it began to slide open. He turned to run, but his feet were stuck frozen in the icy ground, and all he could do was stare as the door came closer and closer to crushing him under its mighty size. Panic began to set in, and a scream escaped from within his mouth, but there was nothing else he could do, his feet were stuck, he was stuck. The door was within seconds of Leif, and he threw his head in the snow, and closed his eyes, as to hide from the oncoming tragedy that was about to ensue. The AllianceExclusive Preview #3: There was something eerily comforting about the large ring that lay in the middle of the room, and for some reason, Draden wanted it for his own. He stopped walking and glanced ahead at the others. Rosalfus was too busy examining each step he took, making great efforts not to step on something potentially dangerous, and Leif was busy admiring the strange twists and turns of the grim art on the walls as he walked. Neither noticed Draden's sudden halt, and seeing this, Draden turned his gaze back to the ring, and soon found himself walking towards it. He reached out his hand and plucked it off of the ground. His fingers barely bend over the edges of it, for it was almost bigger than the size of his palm. Immediately he could feel the power flowing through it. He examined the ring for a moment, then, noticing that it would fit, he slipped it onto his right hand like a bracelet. He held his hand up into the air, admiring the beauty of his newfound accesory, and then Rodalfus saw him. "YOU IDIOT!" He cried, stopping dead in his tracks and almost causing Leif to bump into him. "TAKE IT OFF!" "Why?" retorted Draden. "It's only a bracelet." "It's not just a bracelet, Draden, there are dark traps all around this place, and that could be one of them! PLEASE, TAKE IT OFF BEFORE IT..." but his voice was cut off by a shrill shriek that began to echo throughout th tower. The ring, upon hearing hearing the cry, tightened until it had a firm grip on Draden's wrist. He winced, and with his other arm, he desperately tried to pry the ring off, but it was no use. After a few seconds of futile struggling, and Rodalfus screaming and cursing at him, Draden looked up. "WHAT DO I DO???" he cried, panic beginning to take a hold of him. It was hard to believe that only a few seconds earlier he greedily craved to obtain the ring, but now struggled to rid himself of it. "Hold still," yelled Rodalfus, trying to be heard of the continuous shrill, and still very obviously angry with him. He dove into his bag, pushed his green mask onto his face, and raised his right arm. A small silver cloud began to form at the palm of his hand, but before he could initiate it, the screech grew painfully louder, and much shriller. All three of the men's hands darted to their ears, in hopes that it would help block out the irritating and painful screech. Draden's right arm, instead of going to his ear, shot up into the air, and the ring tightened its grip. Draden screamed in pain, and the ring pulled him firmly into the air. "H-H-HELP!" Draden screamed as he dangeled in mid-air, helplessly struggling to break free of the ring's relentless grip. Blood trickled down his arm. Leif looked around the room for something, anything that might help, but there was nothing. He looked at Rodalfus, who was staring up at Draden's flailing body with the look of sheer horror painted across his face. It wasn't long before Draden let out another pain driven scream. Tears dripped out of his eyes, and the pain was beginning to be unbearable. The ring continualy got tighter, and tighter with each second that progressed, around Draden's already bright purple wrist. "PLEASE!" he kept screaming desperately, "PLEASE!" and Leif smacked Rodalfus in the back of the head. "DON'T JUST STAND THERE, DO SOMETHING!" Leif shouted at him, and Rodalfus came back to his senses. "Hang in there, Draden!" he called to him, and then he raised his right hand once more. The small cloud formed again, and Rodalfus wrapped his fingers around it into a fist, and then he hurled it at Draden's still flailing, crying body. The cloud dispersed, and the vapors of it went soaring into the tightening ring. The shriek began to soften, and the ring slackened its grip. Draden fell with a crash to floor, as the ring was just loose enough for him to slip out of it. He scrambled away from the ring, as it, too, crashed with a clang to the floor. He leaned against the neighoring wall, and began to cradle his wounded arm gingerly. Leif and Rodalfus looked at each other in relief, and they both strode to the aid of their badly wounded friend.The AllianceExclusive Preview #4: Leif froze in his tracks. He could not believe what had just happened. He looked around for any sign of someone who might have caused this miracle, but his search was short lived as the thief feebly got to his feet. He reached around, pulled out the object that had struck him on the back, and let out a scream of rage. He turned toward Leif, his sword grasped, and charged at him. Leif raised his sword and the two clashed together with a mighty force, causing the cloth covering the burglars face to slip of his face, and fall to the ground, and the two broke apart, and stared at each other with resentment. The man yells once more, and lunges at Leif again. The two swords meet with a clang, but this time the man does not step back. He pushes with all his might against Leifs sword, hoping that by sheer force he can break through his guard and end the fight once and for all. They stand there, each one trying to break the others guard and claim the kill, but neither is getting anywhere. The burglar stares threateningly into Leifs eyes, his face reddening with the strain of exerting so much force. After a few moments, Leif pushes hard, and shoves the thief away from him. He stumbles backwards, but does not fall. Leif watches him, waiting for another attack, but as he watches the thief, his body tightens. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees another whirring object spinning dizzyingly through the dark, rainy night sky after the burglar.Short Storiesslide 1slide 2slide 3slide 4slide 5slide 6slide 7slide 8slide 9slide 10

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Stephen Adams

Age: 17

Sex: Male

Eye Color: Bluish-Gray

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Birthday: October 1st, 1992

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My Name is Stephen Adams. I was born on October 1st, 1992, and Im an Actor, Singer, Author, and Overachiever - I always want to be the best at everything. I try to live my life the unconventional way - I dont like to be too normal - and for that reason, I am probably the most interesting, fun, and occasionally odd person you will ever meet. My writing began probably about the time I was in elementary school. I wrote only in English class, and from what my teachers told me, I was really imaginative and held great potential, but I only wrote for school purposes. Every day, during class and other activities I considered boring, I would let my imagination take hold, and form small stories of all kinds in my head, but I didnt start writing these stories down, successfully, until my eighth grade year of Middle School - The Alliance being my first completed story. I actively participate in plays, musicals, and the like all around Atlanta and my hometown of Douglasville, GA. I plan to go to college with Acting as my Major, and (maybe) Creative Writing as my minor. My idea is to pursue a career of either acting or writing, but both at the same time so that I can see what I am best at, all the while having the other to fall back on should one of them turn out to be a no-go. I always like to have a plan, and a goal, so that I always have something to work for, and look forward to. Without that mindset, Im positive my books would never get finished. Without determination and perspiration, I would never be able to finish a book, or put together a great performance.Contact

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