Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Teaser Tuesday!!!!

Okay, so this teaser's kind of long. Mary is in the bathroom when she suddenly witnesses something happen...

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Thank you for reading :D

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Teaser Tuesday!!!!

Okay, so this scene is after a foot ball game and Mary is trying to go to the bathroom when she hears something. And for all our readers who are wondering "where is this Faust?", He's finally here!!!! Enjoy.
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I increased my speed, trying to catch the noise before it disappeared. As I approached a corner two visible figures came into view. I almost ran into their little spectacle before shielding myself behind a locker, shocked to see the unnerving sight. In front of me, two young men looked as if they were having some trouble with each other. Figure number one, tall and lean, had figure number two, tall but stocky, by the collar, slammed against the locker. I assumed that the slamming had caused the loud bang I'd heard just seconds ago. Now, I felt somewhat unprotected. Great, just great.

Although my savagely beating heart begged me to leave, my curiosity prompted me to stay. I could barely distinguish their conversation, so I leaned forward, interested in their discussion.

I was more than surprised when figure number one spoke, his voice indubitably familiar and spine-chilling. "What did I say about keeping your mouth shut?" Faust demanded. He tugged figure number two's collar hard before banging him against the metal lockers once more.

I didn't have to listen closely to figure out who figure number two was. It was obvious--Rolan. "I swear, I won't do it again," Rolan said in a frightened tone. What did Rolan do to deserve this? I doubted that it was something about the football field tonight, because in my eyes, Rolan did nothing but lose. "Please, just don't hurt me."

I caught a glimpse of Faust's silver eyes. In the dark, they stood out like diamonds, only they weren't happy-making to look at--they were terrifying. "I won't do it again," Faust mimicked. His mocking tone changed abruptly. "There are no second chances, you worthless donkey. Are you aware of what I'm capable of?"

What was Faust capable of? Whatever Faust was planning to do to Rolan, I didn't want to see. "Dude, please--I'll do anything. I'll keep my mouth shut, I--I'll be your slave, just please, don't hurt--"

Rolan's incoherent babbling ceased and was replaced by a terrifying shriek. I had no clue of what happened until the shrieking stopped. My breath tangled with my throat as I struggled to step back. Oh my God. What did Faust do to make Rolan let out that blood-curdling scream? Choke him? Slap him? Stab him?

The thought almost made me throw up. I needed to get out of here. Now. I stumbled on my own feet and fell onto the solid cold ground. I found my eyes lingering behind me, wondering what would happen if Faust showed up with a bloody knife in his hand. The thought forced me to get up, and not walk, but run.

I told myself that I was crazy. That I was brain damaged and that there was no way that Faust, as strange and terrifying as he acted, was a killer. A murderer. It was a big step to take. I tried to control my breathing, but I failed. It raised a bar every few seconds, and as a corner neared and neared, I had the urge to look back. My ears perked up for any possible sounds--I was hoping another scream, to assure me that Rolan was alright and not, you know…hurt. But nothing came. Just an icy silence that left my heart beating faster.

My feet started shuffling when I could no longer hold the impulse to turn around. I looked over my shoulder, only to discover a skeletal hallway behind me. No Faust. No Rolan. Not a single breathing life form. I sucked my breath in, ready for one huge relieving sigh when I bumped into something hard.


My jaw dropped open when a set of silver eyes narrowed on me. I found myself choking for air. I couldn't even contemplate how he'd made it from one end of the school to another so fast. Especially when I was running away from him. He'd have to pass me to be able to be in front of me. Maybe my eyes were playing tricks. Either he did pass me, or I was just passed out in one of my hallucinations.

I realized immediately that he was much taller than me. A giant. Faust. Possibly about to repeat what he did to Rolan to me. I tried to search for words, but it was as if my mouth was sealed shut. I could hear my heart beat inside my brain, and I knew that something horrible was going to happen. Maybe now, I'd be dead for good.
We stood in silence face to face, his eyes slicing through air and through me without mercy. Whatever he did to Rolan, there was no mercy to it, so he probably wasn't worrying at all with me.

I tried to open my mouth to speak, but his mouth opened first. This was the first time he talked to me in all my life--at least, that was what I understood. "Lost?" he said, but I knew better than to answer. I wished that we'd be able to talk under different circumstances, but that's another thing I learned from wishing--ninety-nine point nine percent of the time, they never come true.

I tried to gulp, but I realized that all the liquid in my body was sucked out. What was I supposed to tell him? I kind of saw you hurt someone. No, really, I did. He was screaming. I'd have to be stupid to say that. I bit my lip, mustering up some personable words. "Look, whatever happened over there, it's none of my business, really…" my voice trailed off when I realized my tone was rude. I tried again. "I was just leaving."

He tilted his head creepily and ignored my comment. "It's dark in here. You shouldn't be wandering around alone." Somehow, I knew the statement was not made out of concern.

I couldn't think straight with those silver eyes cutting my vision. "I--I--"

"Don't you think it's rude to pass by without saying hello?" he said, cutting me off, and instead of feeling disrespected, I was grateful. "Don't you like to talk, Mary?"

I stepped back. "How'd you know my name?"

For the first time, I saw emotion in his eyes, a mischievous smile played on his lips. "Don't give me that," he said, and I was more than surprised when he lifted my chin with his left hand, as if he were checking my face. "Everyone knows who you are."

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Character Profile: Dillon Forbes

Okay, we haven't done character profiles in a while, and I'm bore sooo...here's Dillon, my favorite character at the moment from Sixth Circle.

Full Name: Dillon Forbes

Age: 17

Height: 6'1

Weight: Between 160-170

Appearance: Sparkling, genuine green eyes. Easy smile, sandy hair. Tall and fit.

Personality: Nice yet creepy. Mysterious yet open. Kind yet sinister. Gentle yet aggressive. Reluctant, protective, caring.

Friendships: Mary is his priority. He's always trying to protect her one way or another, whether its taking her home or keeping her away from some people. (Some friendships are still at work. Dillon's a bit of a loner, soo....)

Family: His mother Selene is the only one he considers family. His father and his brother are still in development :D.

Favorite Subject in School: History

Likes/Loves: The Lake and his mother.

Hates: Faust.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Teaser Tuesday!!!!

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Okay, another one from sixth circle. If you read the second teaser, you'll kind of get it. This scene is with Mary and Craig after he tells her to meet him by the water fountain. Enjoy!!! :D

I swerved into a corner before I almost hit a familiar face. "Craig," I said his name softly. I found him, and although I thought that it would be uncomfortable, it was strangely comforting to have him inches away from my face. "You wanted to see me?"
He grabbed my arm lightly and pulled me away from the busy hallway crowd towards a less crowded area near the lockers. "I need to ask you something," he said, but his voice was serious. The smile on my face dropped. I hoped that he wasn't going to lecture me about the other night.

"Craig--about last week--" I started, but before I was able to finish, he cut me off.

"This isn't about us," he had a type venom in his tone that made me jump.

"What's it about then?" I questioned, disappointment reaching out for me. He let go of my arm and my eyes followed his hand.

"The school's being divided," he told me. I frowned, not quite understanding. "I need to know whose side you're on."

"Divided? What do you mean?" I've never heard of the term intertwine with school before. Was the school being separated from the district?

He crossed his arms. "You're either on Faust's side or the people's side." Faust's side? The People's side? I was growing befuddled by the second. Why did I have to choose? He must've gotten my confused drift. "Everyone's picking sides, Mary. Most of them believe him."

I was starting to understand. "Is it because of Daisy?"

He nodded. I cleared my throat. The school was being divided because of Daisy? I understood her importance to the school, but was it really necessary? "Why?" I asked.
He raised an eyebrow. "Because most of us are tired of him. He doesn’t belong here, but yet, he's still here."

I didn't know what caused my brain to do something foolish, but when it happened, I didn't stop myself. I raised both hands towards his face, his skin hot under my touch, and I pulled him in. I managed to only graze his lips slightly before letting go. But I didn't apologize for my actions. I let him know I was sorry enough. "I'm with you one hundred percent, Craig."

Surprisingly, his body started to shake and his face turned somewhat saddened. Before I knew it, he pulled my palms off of his face and let them drop lifelessly to my side. I frowned once more, feeling the side of my head ache. "Craig…" I started, but I couldn't finish. I thought that this was what he wanted.

"Mary, you don't understand," he said, his voice small. I gulped, not ready for what he was going to say next. "I need time to get over you."

Saturday, September 12, 2009


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Okay, so everything is going well. We got into our new schedule for school, which is fairly simple. Write at least two chapters every weekend and edit them during the week. The rewrite is going very, and we mean, very well--not the way we had expected. It's now around 18k,and we plan on writing more tonight! Yay!

In other news, I'm beta reading for the first time and man, am I excited! Already started reading a beautiful piece by this amazing writer right here It's so exciting!!! (I hope she doesn't think I'm creepy for saying that, LOL)

Anyways, just wanted to post something. Have a great weekend everyone--I know I am!!

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

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Teaser Tuesday!!!!


So this is another Teaser Tuesday from SIXTH CIRCLE.
In this snippet, MC Mary is at Craig's party with her best friend Megan, where she sees Faust, the handsome and mysterious guy she doesn't really remember because of her coma. (Hint: read Teaser Tuesday #1). Hope you guys like.

Standing there, Daisy and Faust, very close to each other. I didn't expect him to have human contact at such great heights. All this time I've seen him, he'd always been quiet, and yet, he had some kind of charisma that captured people's attention. Maybe it was because his silver eyes--which by the way had to be contacts, right? And I found it rather unsatisfactory that he has yet spoken to me. I mean--all I want to talk to him about is Noah.

Bianca stuck her index finger in her mouth, making a face. "Apparently, so."

"Why would he want her?" asked Megan.

Did that question really require an answer?

"Why wouldn't he want her?" I asked, sounding somewhat defensive, "She's pretty," I toned down my aggressive tone.

The loud music continued to hum in my ears as the song changed into a slower tune. Bianca shot a glare at me. "Honey, Faust Diabolus doesn't just choose any girl," her lips curled with her words, "Amanda Fife; beautiful, smart, accepted into Princeton with early admissions. Rejected. Catherine Siegel; even more beautiful, senior, and the star of the swim team. Rejected. Daisy Constantine; captain of the cheerleader zombies, b-student, and school's resident slut. Accepted?" she waited for an answer, and when I didn't provide one, she continued. "No. I don't think so. There's definitely something up."

I took in all the negativity she was putting on Daisy, who to me looked like a very good girl. Daisy and Faust were by a huge glass door, over-looking the back yard, and probably if I had the chance to look further, the lake would lie not too far.

With a flirtatious smile, Daisy slid the door open. I couldn't see too well, but besides Daisy's smirk, I could make out Faust's expressionless face. She exited the door and he followed, closing the door quietly. There was a significant-sized gap he didn’t close off. Didn't they want some privacy, whatever they were doing?

"Where are they going?" I asked, concern flowing swiftly in my voice.

"I don't know," Bianca replied, "And most importantly, I don't care. “Have you seen the cute DJ?"

"Mary," I rolled my eyes. Not again. "This is the last time I'm going to tell you. Get out of here."

"Craig," Megan scolded. "Just fuck off, will you?" The curse word singed my ears. I had to get used to this. Dear God help me.

He ignored Megan. "Mary, let me take you home."

"Stop telling me what to do," I rebuked. I was ticked off with his attitude. You weren't supposed to shoo guests from a party without a decent explanation.

"Mary, cut the bullshit, I'm taking you home," Maybe I had gone too far.

Out of nowhere: "Hey." It was Brody, the boy with the handsome shark face. But before the conversation took off, something caught all our attention. Before Craig could order me to leave and before Megan could tell Brody off, something caused us to stop and listen. Made us listen.

I had to make sure that I'd heard it for real before bringing it upon my peers.

The sound rattled through my ear canals once again. The sound was real. "Did you guys hear that?" Megan asked before I did, in a way, saving my troubles.
No one answered. We just listened. Brody ran to the DJ, commanding him to silence the music for just a second. The music died down. There were no peculiar sounds except the crying of crickets and the calling of frogs.

But suddenly, something woke me up. A scream. An ear-splitting, bone-crunching scream that almost made me paralyzed. I couldn't explain the feeling I had. The feeling of knowing that something had gone horribly wrong.

"It's coming from the backyard."

Sunday, September 6, 2009


The revision process for SIXTH CIRCLE is going really well. We're basically rewriting the whole book, changing some plot sequences and adding more character development. We're not close to the finish line, but it's been really fun doing the rewrite. It always makes us giddy.

Other than that, we just purchased tons of books, two of them we are currently reading (The Hollow by Jessica Verday, and Another Faust by Daniel and Dina Nayeri). Pretty cool.

School, school, school. Serena just became editor-in-chief for the school newspaper and we're really happy about that. My theme for the school yearbook might just win all votes, so I'm happy about that. But under all that happy news is homework, homework, homework. Which equals to less writing time. Boo hoo. But we're going to take it slow and steady. Because slow and steady wins the race. Yay!

So that's pretty much it for our updates. :)

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Character Profile - Faust (Diabolus)

Model Erich Taylor

Full Name: Faust Diabolus

Age: Unknown

Height: About 6'1

Weight: Unknown

Appearance: A set of intriguing silver eyes that's made to frighten and attract the attention of those around him. He's tall, muscular, and rarely smiles.

Personality: Most of his personality is unknown, but when he shows interests in others, he's usually sarcastic, vile, and careless.

Friendships: The whole school wants to be his friend, but who were they kidding?

Family: From what it seems, his family is Lucifer, his father, Desdemona, his supposed little sister, and Selene, he woman who Mary seems to think is the mother figure.

Favorite Subject in School: Faust says: "Surely you're jesting."

Likes/Loves: His interests are a mystery.

Hates: His pet peeves also.

Song: This Place is a Prison by The Postal Service

Tuesday, September 1, 2009


Selena's WIPs

Catching Butterflies: The story of Sam Talbot, a girl who is brutally raped and killed by two classmates and her best friend, only to discover she isn't really dead. Sam is a walking spirit, and Purgatory won't let her in until she finishes her unfinished business. 11k/57k

The Getaway: Drew Cole, a former self-destructive teen is brought unto a happier road. That is until the only person he loves dies (foster father). He decides the only way to make himself feel better and escape the landslide everyone called "life" is to go to the place his foster father loved the most: Paris. 6k/70k

Escape to the Amazon: Nick Williams isn't a criminal. And yet, he was in a high-secured detention facility for teens somewhere within the Amazon Rain-forest. The reason? Nick had killed his best friend--out of self-defense. But when he starts to make new friends and an old friend joins him in the facility, Nick sees the growing cruelty the kids are facing from their abusive officers. As time grows, kids begin dying from mysterious causes. Nick wasn't going to be one of them. So he creates a plan. He was going to escape. With the help of his friends. They say he'll never make it out. But he was going to do it. Or die trying. 17k/82k

Serena's WIPs

Outlaw: James and Connor are best friends--the kind who'd die if the other did, the kind that did each other's dirty work, the kind that had each other's backs. Connor--the introvert, is smart, kind, and loyal, while James--the extrovert, is the daredevil. When two of them are caught in a situation where there are no negotiations, Connor gets the blame. But James won't take it. They'd run away together and stir up their own trouble to stay together, even if they have to kill. 11k/60k

Finding Sanctuary: Ian is an orphan. In the dystopian world he lives in, orphans only had one place to go: The Lion-Hearted Society. A place that seems so perfect on both the outside on the inside, Ian doesn't feel forced to join. Until he finds out the truth: Lion-Hearted Society is a children slave trade network program--where the healthy are not coveted, but rather despised. When Ian is sold to a psycho bidder, Ian plans to escape. But how would he be able he do that if he was going crazy himself? 7k/70k

Short Teaser Tuesday

So, this is an excerpt from a scene from the middle of the story. It's not very long--I think--so, please do enjoy it.

The loud, rowdy lunch room was anything but welcoming. I pushed through obnoxious people before I reached a clearing in the middle of the cafeteria. I looked to the right; to the left. He was no where to be found. I needed to find him. Right now.

"You still haven't had enough?" I spun around, almost tripping on my own reckless movement. He was looking at me, I at him, eyes locked so tight that my eyes started to water.

"Where's Faust?" I couldn't look at him for more than three seconds without being fearful. Noah's eyes didn't seem to be interested in generously telling me where Faust was, and even the people around me saw. Maybe I had exclaimed the name too loud--maybe everyone was wondering why I had the right to know where Faust was.

"Are you fucking serious, Mary?" I didn't like the sound of my name curling out of his lips. It sounded twisted. Evil. "Are you blind? Deaf? Retarded?" His words earned a few gasps in the background, and if I hadn't held on to my thoughts, he would've probably earned a whimper from me.

I looked at his feet, afraid that he would step forward and make a move. He never attacked me before, but with those eyes, I could only imagine what horrible things he was thinking of doing to me. I shivered at the thought. I didn't know my brother very well, and now, I really didn't want to.

© 2009 by Serena and Selena Howard

Character Profile - Craig Ponter

Actor Taylor Kitsch

Full Name: Craig Ponter


Height: 5'11

Weight: Between 168-180(muscle)

Appearance: Olive eyes that compliments his sandy hair and fair complexion. Stunning smile and athletic body to woo the ladies.

Personality: Ambitious, protective, and though sometimes brash, he's very modest most of the time.

Many friends, but linebacker Brody is his best buddy, along with Mary, whose more of a love interest.

Family: Hardworking wealthy parents--the only child.

Favorite Subject in School: Likes every subject--4.0 student.

Likes/Loves: football, parties, and Mary.

Faust, Mary's little brother, and anyone who engages with Faust.

Dustland Fairytale by The Killers
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