Reviews Please! ...please...

Perhaps this will come of as me sounding a bit bratty and I completely understand that, but I truly, truly, truly, truly, truly, really, really, really, really, really, really need more reviews for my book. I currently have three on amazon and one on barns and noble, and while that is completely amazing and wonderful and I really do feel blessed (I do, seriously. I still get giddy every time I see those reviews!) but I do need some more.

I have sold at least over a hundred books and out of all those sales I only have three reviews. Well, either I fail at writing a book good enough to actually get reviews or the reviews haven't been showing up...either way, please, to those who have read my book, positive or negative, please write reviews. I desperatly need them! Thank you. :)

Okay, so now that that is out of the way...

Okay so like I know I need to write down the rest of the "Hatched" short story but I am waiting to see if they accepted it or not. A fellow writer and close friend of mine sent in her short story and then was rejected, so I quickly went to check my email to see if that was the case for me as well, and there was nothing in my email box. Um...was it accepted, was it not? I don't know. And too my dismay, I accidently sent in a messed up manuscript. I about cried my eyes out and screamed at the top of the lungs...I think I did the latter...

AAAARGH.

Okay, I gotta go and write an essay and than get ready for the big fight that is about to take place between Krystal Story and Jade Raidon. Empress vs. Pauper. Glaxkaskadium vs. Mutation. Ninja vs. Ninja. Really Pissed Off Woman vs. Really Pissed Off Woman. Jade vs. Krystal.

Oh my gosh, I am going to have to hide under a rock somewhere.  

Um, Whoops.

So, about a week and a half ago on September 15th, I began to work on my book The Portal Hunter. You'd think I would have posted and commented on this amazing achievement on, say, September 15th.

Happy Belated Birthday The Portal Hunter and all the characters in it!!!!!!

Hatched Part Two

 

It’s dark in the room, only a single overhead light is on. Mr. Green Eyes is slowly pacing around the metal table that I’m lying on. I’ve been asking him questions for over an hour but he has refused to even look at me. I sigh deeply before turning my back to him. At that moment the door to the room opens and an older, taller man enters in. He is wearing a tasteless light gray suit and an aqua blue T-shirt, a green tie hanging neatly from his neck. Mr. Green Eyes stops pacing and glares at me hard enough that I get the idea to get off the old metal table and into an uncomfortable metal chair. “Who the hell are you?” The question slips out of my mouth before I can stop it. It sounds snarky and cranky, which is pretty much how I'm feeling at the moment and I really don’t care.  I ignore the sharp glare of Mr. Green Eyes.

“Hello, Jewel. I understand that you have been through a lot in the past twenty-four hours.” He glances over at Mr. Green Eyes. Before I can even open my mouth to speak he holds up his hand, ready to stop the flow of demands and sarcasm that is sure to come. “Please, allow me to speak. I have just gotten off a flight that brought me from California. I am tired and hungry and like you, I am not into bullshit, so allow me to be brief. You’re not human, and you’ve always known that, haven’t you? You realized it from the moment you first opened your eyes because you were hatched from an egg, as was I and my friendly assistant over there.” My lower lip begins to tremble and I suddenly have to fight the urge to cry. I feel as if the deepest and darkest part of my inner being has been wrenched out of my body and flung out into the open, for everyone to see, in its ugliest form, dripping with the slime of hidden truths and desires.  I stare at it, the shame locked out of its dark cage and gazing back at me like a freak creature escaped from a zoo. Mr. Green Eyes looks at me and seems concerned.       

“How do you know this?” I whisper.                                                                                       

“Ah, well, it took us quite awhile to find you, Jewel, but it’s a good thing that we found you when we did. You caused us some serious trouble. The resources it has taken to cover up this fiasco, well, you just wouldn’t believe it. I know I can’t.”

“Oh, right, because I totally planned to melt that man down to his bones. I just do it for kicks.” I snap, the tears threatening to spill. Crap, I’m usually not a crier.  Is it because I am so tired? Or maybe I’m just feeling a bit overwhelmed. I run my fingers through my hair, which is dyed blue and cut into a punk pixie style. My nose ring begins to itch as the first batch of tears trickles down my face, my nose becoming runny. “What kind of freak am I? And who are you guys?!” The last part of that sentence comes out louder than I intended. By now four more men dressed as security guards have entered the room, bringing along a big comfy chair for the older man while I am still stuck in my hard metal one. I bring my knees up to my small chest and wrapped my arms around them.

“Freak? Oh no dear, you are something far more special.” He says, trying to add warmth to his exhausted voice. It makes me angrier. “Ah, and I have yet to introduce myself. On this planet I go by the name Gerald Johnson. But my real name is Sea Blade. The frowning man over there is called Emerald Undertow.”

I can't help it. A giggle bubbles its way out of a sob. “A girl’s name?”

“Where we come from, names do not have gender.” Mr. Green Eyes-renamed- Emerald-Undertow says in a surprisingly deep and mysterious voice.

“Where are you from?”

“We, as are you, are from a different planet.” Sea Blade replied.

I laugh so hard that I begin to hiccup and have to cover my tearing eyes. “Oh my gosh. Really? You’re pulling the ‘you’re an alien’ card? What is this crap, a reality TV show? Are you for real? You’re lying, man, you’re frickin’ lying to me. There are no such things as aliens and other worlds and planets. Shut up, this ain’t funny.”

“If this weren’t real, how do you explain your purple blood then?” Emerald Undertow says smugly. “And how do you explain your mortal wounds healing so quickly?”

I bite my lip as I look down at my wrist.

“It is a defense mechanism that only the prince or princess possesses from birth.” Sea Blade says quietly, the intent gaze of his eyes piercing through my skull as I keep my eyes glued to the thin pale skin over the underside of my wrist, the veins seeming more purple than ever before. I look up slowly.

“We are called ‘Meurkhoun’ and we come from the planet ‘Novaeangliae’. There are no humans on our planet as it is almost completely submerged in ocean waters. We have a few random islands and some fresh water lakes here and there, but nothing like this planet Earth. Every ten years we have a gigantic meteor shower, and during that shower the four moons that surround our planet align and a portal opens on our main island. The portal leads to this planet.” He pauses to make sure he has my undivided attention. He does. “We are not born like whales with live birth but like fish, who lay eggs. All meurkhoun eggs hatch after a year, except the royal egg that does not hatch until its fifteen years of age. When it hatches, the royal heir has knowledge that he or she was given in their dreams. You are the next ruler for our kind.”

“Holy crap. Are you serious?!” I feel like I'm about to hyperventilate. This is going from insane to unbelievable. I pinched myself about a dozen times just to make sure I am not dreaming.

“Yes, unfortunately we’re serious.” Emerald Undertow mutters. I glared in his direction.

 “What’s your problem buddy?” I snarl. “You want a piece of this?”

“Who wants a piece of you?” He snarls right back, slightly catching me off guard.

“Who pissed in your kelp flakes today Emerald-boy, ‘cuz I sure know it wasn’t me, so take your attitude and leave me alone.” 

“Go get eaten by a shark, flat chest, and while we’re at it why don’t you show some respect for your father?”

“Father?” Well, he got me there. I swing my eyes towards Sea Blade. “You’re my father?”

“Yes.” Sea Blade’s face turns a deep shade of gray and he glances down at his feet as if ashamed. “On our planet leaders can be conceived by anyone. I was just a simple kelp farmer making an honest living when you came. When your egg didn’t hatch after a year, we knew that you were next in line to be crowned. But you were kidnapped right from under my nose ten years ago.” Tears are now dripping down his face. “Your mother was so ill and the only cure for her was the Sei flowers on a tiny island. I should have left you with guards but I did not think anyone would harm you or your mother … no one ever had before! We had never known wars or strife!” I watch as his tears drip down his face and turn into scales as they plop down on to the cement floor. “When I returned your mother was barely alive and you were gone. We searched the entire planet and when we couldn’t find you, I just knew you had been brought here to this ghastly planet, but I couldn’t come for you until another ten years had passed.”

College.Is.Trying.To.Kill.Me. and Short Story!

Yes, as the post said, college is trying to kill me. There is this odd thing you people call "homework" that is just such an odditity. Seriously. And there are so many reading assignments! Whhhy people, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy??!! 

Actually though I am truly enjoying what I am studying but this is just...agh...so hard. Fun but hard but naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!

Yeah, pretty much, like, ya know????????????

Oh and listen to this! I just entered a writing contest. There was a magazine that is starting out with its first publishing ever and I emailed them sending off a short story, only 4,000 words long. I am so proud of myself! Sadly for me though, I liked my short story so much and its became number 28 on my list of books to have written. So, I am going to be so very much busy for, oh say, the rest of my life. But hey, I can handle this. I love writing and I will never get my characters to shut up until I have them written out on pages, so, yeah.

So I will be posting some of the first few pages at least until I hear back from them, if they say yes we love it or no, thanks again, try later. So, with that in mind, here is the first half. Comment and please let me know what you think! :)

Hatched

by Krista Bergren

When I felt the cold steel of the knife slice through my back my mind went blank as the hot burning pain exploded through my senses. But I’m not the type of girl who is going to go down without a fight. Using whatever moves I could recall from Hapkido class, I somehow was able to spin around and kick the bank robber in the crotch. That felt satisfying. On his way down he managed to slice open my stomach. And that’s when things got freaky. The blood that splattered out across his face wasn’t colored red. It was purple. And my wounds had just healed. I couldn’t help but feel shocked as I stood in the middle of the giant bank in downtown Omaha, watching my freakish blood spread over the perfectly polished marble floor. The bank robber suddenly arched his back and began screaming as the skin on his face fester and bubble, as if his skin were melting off his face. It was as if I were seeing myself acting in a science fiction film. I felt my numb hands fly up to my face as I watched the man thrash around in pain. Holy shit, I had done this to him! Before I could even react I heard the popping sound of a gunshot and the robber twitched a bit more before lying still on the floor, his skin now melting away to muscles and tendons. I will admit right now that I threw up. I think you’d have to be pretty damn insane not to be sickened by this sort of thing. As I sagged to my knees, I heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Looking up, I saw the most unearthly beautiful man I had ever encountered in my entire life. Now, let’s get one thing straight here. I ain’t some sort of girly-girl who fawns over every handsome man she encounters, but this dude was pretty hot. He had the palest skin I had ever seen, with fiery ocean deep green eyes, and a wonderfully sculpted body. Before I could even react he reached down and picked me up as if I didn’t weigh more than a twig, and began to carry me away, out of the building. As we reached the parking lot, my mind clicked back on and I began to hit him. “Yo, what do you think you’re doing?” I snapped. “Who are you? Where are you taking me?” He reached up and pinched a pressure point in my neck and I blacked out, but not before I saw him toss a shiny object into the building. As my eyes close I am pretty sure I saw a hot flash of red come from inside the bank.

 

 

Hatched (c) Krista Bergren