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Podcast Episode 1 Take 2

As you may already know, I’ve decided to start a podcast that will link in with this blog: however, I can’t get WordPress to accept my audio file. So I’ve started up a new website with Blogger that you can go check out if you want to listen to my podcast!
I’ll post new episodes on there when I make them, but I’ll post that I’ve made them on here too, with a new link to the website if you can’t remember, and can’t be bothered to scroll down to this post.

So without further ado, I give you… 

(Click on the link to go to the site)


Posted in Books, Dystopian, Great gift, Kindle, My Favourites, Upper Primary


Today, I’m going to be reviewing another book! (Finally!)

Tainted by Alexandra Moody

This book is set in the future, in a post-apocalyptic underground shelter, after the world above the surface has fallen to ruins. It talks about the Tainted, people who are sent away because their blood is “wrong”. Elle (our main character) and her friend Sebastian make a pact to go after each other if either one is deemed Tainted,  but what happens when Sebastian is taken? What will Elle do without him?

Elle is, perhaps, a rather ordinary main character, but all the same, I think that this book is excellent. I’ve already decided to continue this series. I’ve really been interested in dystopian novels recently, and this is a great one. In my books, it’s right up there with The Hunger Games and Divergent.

I strongly encourage you to have a read. This book is free on Kindle, and if you don’t have a Kindle, you can download a free Kindle app on your mobile device, if only to read this book. It really is GOOD.

Rating: 10/10

Verdict: Tip-top

Where to borrow: It’s an eBook, but it’s available for free on Kindle

Age range: 9+ (probably)


Posted in NaNoWriMo, Writing

NaNoWriMo Chapter 20

The End

I guess that this is kind of a happy ending. If you think about it,  I escaped. I ended up safe. Jessie never got her money. But people out there were still in danger, because of those criminals. In real life, nothing ever ends truly happily.

I had to be introduced to my parents at first. It was awkward, living with people who felt like random strangers. But eventually, I regained my memory. They became my parents.

This wasn’t a love story. It wasn’t an amazing piece of literary genius. But I guess it was ok. For a story.

I’m glad that you know my story now. The press has been hounding me day and night for it, so I decided it would be easier to just write. And I have. I’ve written and written, over ten thousand words. It’s been hard at times, reminding me of the horrible things that I’ve been through, but I’m fine now.

Even after all I’ve been through, I’m still fascinated by the moon. And today, as I finish writing this, and look up at the sky, I experience a strange moment of deja vu. I look up at the sky. The stars twinkle down at me, shining like bright, clear gems. The moon is cloudy. Swirling grey mist shrouds its rocky surface. I know that it’s really dotted with massive gaping holes and towering mountains, not grey, foggy clouds, but I like to pretend. The moon is a mystery. No one REALLY knows what happens there. Sure, people have visited it. Sure, scientists have studied it. But what of that, if even scientific proof was made up by people? People who could imagine. People who could create. People who could lie.

I wonder as I wander out under the sky.

I knew firsthand about people lying, particularly about the moon. But I was still fascinated nonetheless.

People could lie, but I would never lose faith.

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NaNoWriMo Chapter 19

The (not real) Moon and How I Busted Out of There

At exactly 2:00 am, I stepped off the rocket ship. Without a suit. Or a plastic fishbowl over my head to serve as one.

I was right in my hypothesis. I was safe: it wasn’t the real moon. The real moon would be too expensive. Even my ransom wouldn’t pay for that.

I was also right in my other hypotheses. I saw a camera blinking at me from out of the darkness. Security. I just hoped that my third one would be correct.

2 am is the hour most likely for people to fall asleep in. All the excitement of midnight has passed, and it is unlikely that they would be able to stay awake for much longer. I just hoped that Jessie and her gang had taken more cost cuts and not swapped the guards over.

I snuck out of the room, expecting at any moment for there to be cars and red lights all around me. But no. All was still, and I walked out undisturbed.

The next series of events were all a blur. A taxi man that I hailed recognised me from the news, so he took me home. I was enveloped in a flurry of kisses from my parents and a lot of giant hugs.

Then, I fell asleep. That much I know.

Later, I was taken to a police station. I was asked to identify the faces of my kidnappers and explain what they did to me. I did this without thinking.

They still haven’t been caught.

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NaNoWriMo Chapter 18

The Ransom (and why it wasn’t paid)

When I awoke, it was in my bedroom. My parents (whom I couldn’t remember at all) were looking over at me. I blinked hazily.

“You paid the ransom?” They nodded. I threw my arms around them.

“So you remember us, then?” they asked, delighted. I slowly nodded my head.

“A bit. I was pretty thoroughly brainwashed, though. But I can get to know you again!” They nodded, but less convincingly than last time.

“Did they get those crooks locked up? You know, that girl left me on autopilot.”

“We know darling, but don’t you know how you escaped? Don’t you remember everything?”

“No, what is there to remember? I didn’t escape… did I?”

And that was when I woke.

I was still on the rocket ship, and the autopilot was still on. But that dream had brought with it a brainwave: a brainwave and a memory. I thought back to the time… a time that I remembered… when my parents were at home.

I puffed up the mansion steps, entered the house and flopped down on the sofa. I was exhausted. For some reason, Mum had thought that it would be a good idea if I exercised a bit. I didn’t agree.
I heard my parents talking in the background. “Wow,” said Dad. “Look at this!” Mum leaned over, craning her neck to see the screen in front of dad. When she could finally see, she let out a low whistle. “Wow!” she said. “It costs more money than we have combined to send a rocket to Mars. Yet what does NASA do? Waste money on those pointless reconnaissance missions.”

More money than we have combined…

It was like a thousand bells were ringing all at once inside my head. And so I made my plans.

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NaNoWriMo Chapter 17

The (real) moon (and why it wasn’t great)

The real moon probably would’ve been better if a) I had food and water and b) it wasn’t all part of a plot to kill me.

The moon was still quite amazing. It was dusty and inside the rocket ship, I could float around to my heart’s content. Outside, I saw stars and Earth (obvs!) spinning like a giant blue marble. It was mostly blue, I was surprised to discover.

All this time, I was formulating a plan to get back to Earth, but it wasn’t easy. After all, this was the real moon, not just a specially designed stage. And I didn’t have a spacesuit.

After a while, I still had zero plans. I really needed some, and quick. So I decided to try an extremely risky one.

A minute later, I was lying convincingly on the floor, gasping for breath and wheezing out words “Help…” I croaked. “I’m dying!” I rolled around on the floor, clutching at my throat, making agonizing sounds and screaming.

I didn’t know what illness I was trying to fake, but I thought I was doing a pretty good job of it. Disappointingly, Jessie didn’t agree. A ginormous screen in the middle of the rocket lit up with her face and she started talking. “Well, it’s getting boring here in Mission Control, so we’ve decided to shake things up a bit. Autopilot has now been switched off, so I’m afraid that our dying little prisoner will now have to play pilots. Toodlepip!” Her fake, cheery smile and cutesy wave blinked off the screen.

Now was my chance. I was in complete control of the rocketship. This was how I was going to get home! Then I remembered a very tiny… well, actually, it probably wasn’t that tiny… detail. I had no idea how to fly a rocket ship.

That was when I blacked out.