Chaos World

Don't worry, I am working on it! Edits on BML are taking longer than planned but it'll be out soon.
          I glance around the bustling sidewalk. One of these people has to know which way to go.
          People shove past us, rushing to wherever they’re trying to go. Lots have earbuds shoved in their ears or have their eyes glued to their phones. I try to get the attention of several of them, but none bother to look up.
          I frown. Okay, so this might be harder than I thought. Walking up behind someone, I tap their shoulder. The person glares at me and keeps walking. Rude. I try again, tapping someone else.
          She pulls her earbud out. “What?”
          “You wouldn’t happen to know how to get to the library from here, would you?” I ask.
          She shakes her head and continues on.
          Load of help she was.
          My next few attempts are just as unsuccessful. Some people ignore me while others look at me like I’m stupid. A few shake their heads or tell me no.
          “Don’t you have a phone?” the guy I just asked asks me.
          I sigh. “Yes, but it’s dead.”
          He snorts. “Sounds like a you problem.”
          I scoff as he walks away. Seriously? What a jerk.
          “Any luck?” Leo asks.
          I turn and shake my head. “You?”
          “No,” he replies. “We aren't getting anywhere.”
          I nod. “You can say that again.”
          “Let’s change tactics,” he suggests.
          I raise an eyebrow. “How?”
          He waves me off. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve got it.”
          Before I can protest, he starts walking in the opposite direction of the crowd. I shove after him. He doesn’t make it far before bumping into someone, sending them sprawling to the ground.
          “Sorry,” bending down, he picks up their open phone and starts typing away.
          “Hey!” they shout. “Give that back!”
          “Yeah, yeah,” he replies, “One second.”
          “Leo!” I scold, rushing over. “Give that back!”
          “Library is a twenty-minute walk from here,” he says, passing the phone back to its owner. “Come on.”
          The person opened their mouth to yell, but Leo was already gone.

I finished the edits on Blood Moon Lake yesterday! I've sent it to my proofreader and it'll be out as soon as I get it back! The update will be announced in the book and here so keep an eye out!

Here's a scene from the new improved BML along with an update! I only have 8 chapters left to edit so I'll be done by my deadline!
          Sprinting down the hall, I threw open the closet door and shoved Ella inside. Filing in after her, I saw Leo wasn’t behind me. Where is he!? A few moments later, he skidded in dashing toward the closet.
          “What were you doing?!” I hissed.
          He held up a kitchen knife. “Grabbing a weapon.”
          Squeezing in next to me, he pulled the door shut. He crouched down, knife in hand looking ready to strike at any moment.
          “What’s going on?” Jack whispered.
          “Yeah,” Anna said, “Why are we hiding in a closet?”
          “And what’s with the screaming?” Ella asked.
          “Great questions,” I looked at the blonde, “Wanna answer them.”
          “There are people dressed in black body suits and freaky masks killing people with large butcher knives,” Leo answered, “Closets are great for surprise attacks and no way for people to get you from behind. No idea what’s going on with the screaming.”
          An awkward silence settled over the group. I didn’t know what to do. Some strange person appeared covered in blood and had murderers chasing him. Now we’re crammed in the closet waiting for them to what? Break it and attack us? Leave us alone? Should we have called the cops? The screams should have attracted the other visitor’s attention, right?
          We huddled there in silence waiting for something to happen. Nothing did.
          Someone slammed into the front door.
          I sucked in a breath.
          They rammed into the door again.
          And again.
          And again. 
          A loud crack followed by shattering glass rang through the cabin. 
          Another slam was followed by a deafening boom as the wood door finally gave way.

Today is Blood Moon Lake's one year anniversary!  Which means I have some exciting news!
          I'm sure you're wondering where this story is going, lucky you I'm gonna tell you!
          I am currently editing BML (yes, again) My plan is to have all edits done by February 2025. I'll post the updated version soon after.
          As for RE I finished the outline earlier this month. I'll start the drafting process in February 2025 and hope to finish it by July, I plan to finish all edits by October so I can start posting it in November!
          This is my timeline and I'll do my best to stick to it! I can't wait to share all of this with you! I might post some updated snippets from BML before it's finished. 

Guess what tomorrow is!

I finished the first draft of Logon’s Adventures two days ago! Hopefully, I'll be relasing it sometime next year! Now I present to you the fourth and final snippet.
          
          Cyanwrath and her two dragon guards stood there blocking the path.
          
          "Ryoku," she grinned, "I'm glad you could make it to the-"
          
          Ryoku cut her off with a grin. "Tea party!"
          
          Pulling out top hats, he placed a tiny one with a duck on Eamon's head and pushed him into a sitting position. Yanking me down by the hand, he put a hat on my head and shoved me to the floor. Placing one with two fern branches on his head. He darted over to where Cyanwrath and her guards were and gave them some too.
          
          Setting his bag down, he whipped out six teacups and poured tea from the pot. How did that not spill and when did he have the time to make it!?
          
          Shoving the cups into our hands, he sat himself down with a grin.
          
          The two dragon guards blinked shifting uncomfortably. At least I'm not the only one. 
          
          "Steve, Charles, sit down," Cyanwrath said making herself comfortable on the floor.
          
          They glanced at us studying our composure. Sighing, they sat down.
          
          Cyanwrath sipped her tea with a grin. I glanced down at the liquid in my cup. Looking up, I noticed Steve and Charles staring at it apprehensively. A smile tugged at the corners of my lips. If it's poisoned, we're all going to die.
          
          Taking a sip, a familiar taste filled my mouth. Gold tips Imperial. The stupidly expensive black tea my dad insisted on getting for who knows what reason.
          
          We sat in silence drinking our tea. Steve and Charles shifted uncomfortably while Cyanwrath held herself with a calm composure. Ryoku had a wide grin on his face and Eamon was pouring something into his tea.
          
          Oddly enough, this is the most normal tea party I've ever been to. It's definitely better than the one where my parents were trying to set me up with someone. Neither of us wanted to be there. I left. It was very weird.

Another snippet from Logon's Adventures!
          
          "THEY GOT Damian!" One of them shouted.
          
          "Leave him!" another cried.
          
          What the!? I jumped in front of the kids. "Wow, wow, what happened?"
          
          "Two weird men were trying to get us to come to a touching room with them," one explained.
          
          "They were offering these golden noodles if we went with them!" Another pitched in.
          
          Oh, my Ki-rin. What is wrong with people!?
          
          "Go back to your parents," I ordered, "I'll get Damian."

Here's another snippet from my WIP. I'll be calling it Logon's Adventures for now.
          
          Sliding through the open door of a shop, I ducked behind a row of shelves. What is that thing!? It didn't bleed! And it talks! How!? What!? Sucking in a deep breath, I tried to calm my pounding heart. For some reason, air didn't want to stay in my lungs, and breathing was incredibly hard.
          
          Thundering footsteps echoed down the street, accompanied by a horrifying voice. "Where are you, friend?"
          
          My heart stuttered in my chest, and breathing became harder. Scanning the building, I searched for an escape route. The only options were the door I went through and a window at the front of the shop. Not that I need those. That thing can't fit through the door. It's way too big.
          
          A puddle of water beside me shook, and something white reflected in it. Looking up, I came face to face with two beady black eyes on a feathery white face.
          
          "There you are!" it said.
          
          I screamed and jumped through the window.

I know I've been gone for a while but I'm back! (I kinda forgot I had Wattpad) Here's a snippet of chapter one of my WIP!
          
          As I sat in the corner of a small tavern sipping water, I observed the other people in the room. It was mostly empty probably due to the fact it wasn't drinking time yet. There were a few farmers and three... interesting-looking figures occupying the tables.
          
          The innkeeper was wiping down tables and refilling drinks if needed, but it didn't seem like he had much work yet. (Just how I like it. No one to bother me.) A strand of my long blonde hair fell in my face, I glared at it and tucked it behind my pointed ear.
          
          Maybe I should have braided it before coming into town, it might make me look more girly though. Ugh, the problems of long hair. Actually, I don't mind too much, I'd rather be called a girl than cut my hair.
          
          Glancing outside, I noticed it was getting late. The sun would be setting soon, and more people would be arriving. Once I finish, I need to leave before the loud groups of people show up.
          
          As if summoned by my thoughts, burly man with hairy arms burst through the door panicking like something horrible had happened.
          
          "HELP!" He gasped, "H-HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!"

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