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REMINDER!

Remember, today is the LAST DAY to submit content for the Literary Submission Challenge! There's a tie for second, so please, submit more content to ensure your win! Also, rather than be getting back on the 14th like I had anticipated, I will actually be getting back on the 9th, although it is likely going to be the 10th or 11th when I return to this blog. It's a long trip to Texas. And I also know when I am leaving: Thursday, the 3rd of January! Anyways, journey forth and write great things!

Watching Time (Novel): Chapter 5 (The Seaquarium)

The vacation drew out and became very long and annoying, but the Miami Seaquarium thankfully changed that.           “What’s the Seaquarium?” Myra asked the group hesitantly on the drive over, and Mark was astonished.           “You have never heard of it?”           “Not really,” Myra shrugged, and Mark caught a hint of hostility in her gaze, as if she wanted anyone but him to respond.           Did she overhear? John must’ve been right. We woke her up.           The thought of John being right pained Mark. Mark had always been right, until John had showed up.           “The Seaquarium is a famous aquarium,” Naomi supplied, in her matter-of-fact voice that she always lapsed into, almost as if she was a tour guide. “It contains many creatures, such as manatees, dolphins, and penguins.” She snapped back into her excited-fan-girl voice. “My favorite thing to do is the Sea Trek adventure! You get to scuba dive and see all these creatures up close! And they have a big shark t

Before Hope: Chapter 7 (Written by Kyra Organa)

“Kyra, prepare to jettison all the escape pods,” Han commanded. Kyra was itching to ask Han to clarify his plan, but as she saw that they were practically in the star destroyer’s docking bay, she decided that this is a time for actions, not words. Once Kyra was done prepping the pods Han ordered, “Kyra, get in the hold,” he pointed towards the scan-proof smuggling compartments, “Chewie, load the spice into the escape pods.” Kyra, still not fully understanding Han’s scheme, crawled into the compartment. “Just hold tight.” Han said, “You might be stuck down there for a while.” “Let’s just hope that these compartments do their job,” he whispered to himself. “Are you sure that the spice can’t fit down here?” Kyra asked finally, knowing that it was worth a lot and Jabba would not be pleased if anything happens to it. “No,” Han sighed, “the spice’ll poison you.” She nodded. “Release all the escape pods!” called Han. The ship creaked as the rusty pods drifted out into space. A bright li

Before Hope: Chapter 6 (Written by Kyra Organa)

“Chewie, this is the opportunity of a lifetime!” Han argued. Chewbacca stayed resolute. Kyra was beginning to panic. Once again the transmitter crackled to life, and a hologram appeared, “I have received orders that all ships entering other systems shall be searched. The tractor beam is locking onto your ship now.” The ship jolted. If Kyra wasn’t panicked before, she definitely was now. The small oddly shaped freighter was slowly being drawn into the gigantic maw of the nearest star destroyer. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” mouthed Han inaudibly. Chewbacca howled in anguish. Han felt like doing the same. Han was irrational, and everyone knew it. He took a deep breath and began mentally calculating all possible escapes, as in: taking control of the star destroyer, speeding off into hyperspace while still the tractor beam [which he knew perfectly well would tear the ship in two], using the escape pods and pray that the Empire wouldn’t use them as target practice, or turning Kyra

Inevitability (Poem by Mark Swift)

A thousand friends, Won't solve loneliness, A thousand doctors,  Can't cure pain. Inevitability, Won't give pardon, Only bring fear,  And freeze gain. But there's always one,  Who understands, Who wordlessly speaks. They are the ocean, Proud and free, Who saves you from, Inevitability. -To a Silent Friend In Whom My Trust is Found

Dragonet (Written by Solus Lupa)

Author's Note: I hope you find this entertaining. . Mark's Addition: Prepare a long-ish period of time to read this. It'a rather long short story. . Chapter 1                           ...              And if you can’t tell               I’m a restless girl          What are you hearing?                           ... The wind swished my dark brown brown hair as I ran defensively with the soccer ball. Three girls on my left started to close in and my vision zeroed on the goal ten feet away. I swiftly juked the players along with the goalie simultaneously and powerfully kicked the soccer ball into the net. The coach blew the whistle and my teammates briefly gathered to congratulate me. “That was an impressive play,” marveled one of the girls named Hailey. Several more agreed and I smiled. We resumed our usual positions and the whistle blew again, signaling the start of the new round. Hailey passed the ball to a girl on her right who passed it up to an