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End of Summer Blog Party

Posted byKaley KrieselPosted inblog party, SummerTags:, , , , , , ,

Hey sparkles! Welcome to SSS’s second blog party ever (here was the first!) featuring all eight summer posts in the best order possible), a ton of fun questions to start conversation, anndddd another story writing game! The comments open on Friday at 10 am EST and we will stop frequent moderating at 9 pm EST. We won’t be closing comments this time but will slow down how often we approve comments. I’m posting it early so you all have an idea as to what’s happening tomorrow! Let’s dive in.

If you’ve got homework or chores to do, it’s ok to miss this. Nobody’s offended! Go ahead and take my self-care list with you as you conquer that to-do list and feel free to borrow my study tips! YOU’VE GOT THIS!

Before we start, let’s lay out the rules:

• BE KIND. Words are powerful things. Use your words carefully.

• Please comment your name or preferred nickname, blog name, and, if possible, your blog link when you first comment to introduce yourself.

• No bad language and no debating. This is not for politics or controversy. We’re here for writing, books, Jesus Christ, and end-of-summer fun.

• We may delete a comment if it does not work with the guidelines. We will be approving every comment that is posted.

I’d also like to say that this party isn’t extremely structured but the hope is you have a lot of options of things to discuss. The theme is A Bookish Summer, so if it falls inside (or is inspired by!) that category, go ahead and comment what you’re thinking. I hope you enjoy!

Setting the Mood

Let’s begin with a playlist! This playlist is made up of clean songs with the upbeat and happy vibes of summer!

Books (and a Short Story) to Read and Discuss

If you’ve read any of these books, feel free to discuss what you’ve learned as a writer or as a reader! Make sure to grab a copy of The Star That Always Stays if you haven’t already as well, since it’s amazing.

I’ll also throw my short story in here, simply because I’m trying to include all the summer’s posts here. XD

The Questions

The questions to discuss come from The Summer Tag! If you don’t have a blog or don’t want to make a full post but find a question fun, feel free to answer (or you could do the whole tag in a comment or post… it’s open!) Here are those questions:

  • What your favorite summer food, activity, book, quote, and/or song? They don’t have to be very summery, just feel like summer to you!
  • What is your favorite summer outfit?
  • What is a funny summer memory?
  • What’s your favorite thing about summer?
  • What’s your guilty pleasure in summer?
  • Who do you know that seems most summery all year round? Why do you get that vibe?

The Game

I’m sure you’re all wondering what the game is this time. Let me explain:

• Choose a noun in your head if you’re the one starting the game. Comment “I have a noun!”

• If you see a comment that says “I have a noun” and you want to play the game, come up with an adjective in your head.
Comment “I have the adjective!”

• First person says something like “It was only a (noun)” or “They were at (noun)” or any first sentence of a story using that noun.

• Second person responds with “She thought it was more (adjective) than expected” or “(name) was (adjective) as she used it” or any continuation with the adjective of the first sentence.

• The first person continues the story and they go back and forth until someone declares it the end or the party ends.

Now I’m going to hand it over to you all! Have fun!!!

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Published by Kaley Kriesel

Hello, friend! I'm Kaley, a teen girl pursuing Jesus and working toward sharing powerfully authentic stories for Young Adults who want clean, life-changing books. I play three instruments and have a passion for music as well as a love for reading. I believe words can change the world. If you want to find out how, check out my blog, Words!

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      5. He eyed her suspiciously and then passed.
        “Look, Taylor!” The younger girl said. “There’s gold dust in here.”
        The older girl rolled her eyes. “It’s called pollen, Katie.”
        The younger girl gave an exasperated sigh. “No! I know what pollen is. It’s not pollen.”
        The man in the top hat passed again in the opposite direction, still eyeing them. He marched like a solider guarding a palace.

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      6. Taylor pulled her sister in close.
        “Shh,” she hushed. “I think that man is watching us.”
        This of course only made Katie more interested in the top hat guy.
        “He’s a leprechaun!” she gleefully cheered. “This flower must be his pot of gold!”

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      7. (I already replied but I guess it disappeared… huh.)
        Taylor was horrified at how loud Katie declared this and covered her sister’s mouth. But it was too late. The man frowned and stepped toward him… growing smaller the nearer he got? Taylor tensed. He was now just shorter than her, his skin pale… and his face like a rabbit. In his hand was a gold watch.

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      9. Katie squealed with delight and Taylor slowly pulled Katie back. She took a deep breath and said one of the weirdest things she’d ever said:
        “Sorry. You can have your flower, Mr. Leprechaun. We’ll be on our way.”

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      11. Katie grinned, her eyes wide with excitement. “Really?!”
        The leprechaun smirked. “Yes. It chooses who sees it… and you did. Now you just need to break it open.”
        Taylor raised an eyebrow. How and why would one break a special flower?

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      12. “Okay, Katie we need to…” Taylor was cut off by Katie smashing the flower open with a hammer.
        “I was going to say we need to be careful,” Taylor rolled her eyes. “But clearly you know what you’re doing. Where did you even get a hammer anyway?”

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      13. Katie grinned. “He handed it to me.”
        The leprechaun smirked and pulled his coat aside, revealing knives, hammers, and various tools.
        Taylor blinked. That was definitely not normal. She was about to grab Katie and run when a gold light blinded her.

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      14. “Katie!” Taylor screamed. “We need to get out of here!”
        Taylor felt a small hand grab hers, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
        Then, the light disappeared and Taylor was horrified to see she had taken the leprechaun’s hand!

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      17. Taylor screamed. “What did you do to my sister?” She asked the leprechaun.
        He shrugged. “She simply let the dust get on her when she broke it. It wasn’t really *me*.”
        Taylor would have slapped him, had it not been for the knives in his coat.

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      18. Noting the look of aggression on Taylor’s face, the leprechaun said, “woah, woah, calm down. There is a way to free her from this state.”
        “Oh yeah?” Taylor replied. “You’d better tell me right now.”

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      19. The leprechaun whistled twice instead of responding and a massive bird landed on his shoulder. It’s head was a phoenix’s head but it’s body was like that of an eagle… with a peacocks tail.
        Taylor stared. “What does the bird have to do with anything?”

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      22. Taylor tried to grasp the bird, but it was too fast.
        “How am I supposed to catch it?” She asked the leprechaun pointedly.

        “How am I supposed to know?” he shrugged. “You’re going to have to get the items yourself.”

        After he said that, he was gone. Taylor sighed as she looked at Katie.
        “If everything here is gold,” she thought. “It shouldn’t be too hard to find a four-leaf clover.”

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      23. It was harder than it looked. In the fields of golden plants, everything looked the same. She began to lose hope after half an hour of searching for a small golden four leaf clover… and then realized that perhaps there was a more strategic way to go about it.

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      24. She caught sight of the leprechaun. “I bet he knows where a four-leaf clover is,” she conspired. “But I don’t think he’s willingly help me. I’ll have to follow him to find the location of the four leaf clover.”

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      25. It was a slightly shaky plan, but it was all she had. So she followed him through the grass until he came to a small clearing. She ducked as he looked both ways. Then he leaned down… and disappeared into a flash of light. She rushed over… and found a gold four leaf clover.

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      26. She sighed a breath of relief. She had one of the magical objects needed to save her sister! But what about the other two? The bird was still nowhere to be seen, but there was a large rainbow in this land. Was that the liquid rainbow she needed? How would she capture it?

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      27. As she grabbed the clover carefully, it wouldn’t budge. She gave it a tug, hoping it would hurry up so she could go save her sister and capture liquid rainbow. It came out… and a hole formed below it, slowly pulling her down. It was a burglar alarm of quick sand.

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      28. She screamed, before noticing that the quicksand seemed to be made of rainbow.
        “Yes!” She cheered, bottling some of the liquid. Now she had two of the three items…she was just stuck in magic rainbow quicksand. And it rapidly seemed to be pulling her in.

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      29. She looked around for something to grab but before she could grab a branch… the quicksand swallowed her. When she managed to wipe the sand from her eyes, she found herself in a dark room with three leprechauns leaning over her angrily.

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      31. Before she could make a dive, though, one of the leprechauns whipped a knife out of his trench coat and pressed it to her throat. “Hold still! You broke in and now you have to help us…. Or else.”

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      33. She wanted to lunge for it but with a knife at her throat she couldn’t. “Listen, girl. You ripped open the front door a took a piece of the burglar alarm. If you want to fix this, you either return the items and leave… or you need to solve a puzzle for us. Leprechauns are smart, but we ain’t human. Which do you choose?”

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      35. The leprechaun nodded. “Good.” He nodded at another, who helped her to her feet. He continued to grip her wrist even after she was standing, his eyes sinister. The nudged her past the bird toward a dark room where a spotlight highlighted a framed riddle:
        “Where is the world where hatters live
        Threatened by a heart
        And rabbits fall down holes
        Too late! The world will fall apart
        For big and tall and cats and cards
        Are shaken up by a daydreamer.”
        “If we don’t figure this out, we won’t open a new portal,” the leprechaun told her.
        She took a glance around and found framed portraits of different colored holes with labels below. Why did leprechauns need portals and where was she? And how did she get a feather and escape?

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      36. Taylor had no ideas. She desperately needed to save her sister and get home though, and she couldn’t do that if she was being held hostage by the leprechauns.
        Finally, she decided to blurt out the first word to come to mind. “Wonderland?”

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      37. The frame began to glow. Obviously the leprechauns had a thing for gold and light. But when the light faded there was another colorful hole. The leprechauns grinned. “Thank you. Now we’ll escort you… to the prison.”

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      38. Taylor gasped. “To prison?”
        What had she ever done?
        As the leprechauns were escorting her away, she managed to break away from their stubby little hands. Her long legs outran the tiny leprechauns.

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      39. As they screamed for her to come back, she looked around for an escape. There was a hole above, but no way to climb up to it… unless she used a leprechaun with a knife to jump up. Just as she was about to attempt, she noticed the bird preparing to take off. She decided to try and launch onto its back… and get a feather in the process. Would she make it?

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      40. She leaped onto the back of the bird, but she missed. She grasped one of its tail feathers, but the bird flew away before she could take hold of it.
        “I have all the things I need to save my sister,” she sighed. “But now I need to find her.”
        Suddenly, she noticed a small door. It was so small that she could barely see it. “If only I could get through there,” she thought. But the door was much too small for even the leprechauns.

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      41. The leprechauns were even closer now. She tried to open the door, but before she could, the talons of a bird sunk into her shirt.
        “I’ve got you,” the bird rasped. “Sorry, you caught me off guard.”

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      42. Taylor climbed up onto the bird’s back. “Everything’s been so difficult for me since I’ve gotten here. I just want to save Katie and get home.”
        The bird soared through the air. “Sorry about that,” he sighed. “We don’t like outsiders much here.”
        Taylor reached into her pockets and had a realization. “I have everything I need except for the tailfeather of a magical bird. Would you mind if I took one of yours?”

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      43. The bird laughed. “Look in your pocket.”
        Taylor frowned and, maintaining her balance, reached into her pocket… and found a feather. She gasped. “When and how did you do that?”

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  5. The Summer Tag

    What your favorite summer food, activity, book, quote, and/or song? They don’t have to be very summery, just feel like summer to you!

    Watermelon! It isn’t summer until I’ve had a slice of watermelon. 🍉

    What is your favorite summer outfit?

    Anything that helps me stay cool. Probably shorts and a T-shirt. 👚

    What is a funny summer memory?

    One time my family karaoked…my uncles were hilarious!🎤

    What’s your favorite thing about summer?

    Having time off school😅

    What’s your guilty pleasure in summer?

    Sleeping in wayyyy too late!😴

    Who do you know that seems most summery all year round? Why do you get that vibe?

    Hm, I can’t really think of anyone.

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      4. He looked stunned. “Where am I?” He asked. She did not know how to answer at first. With every word his eyes changed to green. It was quite unsettling. “You are at my bookstore on third street.” She replied. “Where did you come from?”

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      5. “I… I can’t remember.” He responded, puzzled. Then, noticing something, he asked, “What is that around your neck?”
        I reached up and felt the cold, metal chain of my necklace.

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      6. “My necklace?” I answered “I found it at a yard sale. Why?” His face seemed stunned. “I have seen it before! I know it’s the answer to my past! Give it to me!” He reached his hand surprisingly fast toward my neck.
        (Question, are we writing this 1st person or third? and why can’t I see these comments on the post page?)

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      7. Flinching, I stumbled backwards and into my desk, sending sketches and loose papers flying. The man kept coming at me, a determined look in his face. With every second, he got closer and closer. I turned and dashed towards the door. I passed bookshelf after bookshelf till I finally reached the door. Quickly, I slipped through the doorway and out into the busy street. Fumbling, I searched for the key in my pockets. When I found it, I jammed it into the keyhole and twisted it, hearing the satisfying click of the door locking.
        (Oops. I just realized we switched to first person. I think we should stick with it. And the reason we can’t see it on the blog is because Kaley hasn’t approved all of our comments yet. I don’t know about you, but I can still see them in my emails, which is how I have been responding.)

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      8. I slammed the door shut and slid down leaning against it. Too late I realized I had left the key in the lock. There he was. “Hold it! I’m not giving you my necklace!” Why was this man after my simple chain. It was just a simple silver chain. I doubted it was even real.
        (I see them in my email too.)

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      9. The man stood in front of me, guarding my only escape. He stared at me, unflinching and perfectly still. I on the other hand, was shaking and gasping for breath.
        “Hand it over,” He demanded. Realizing that I wasn’t going to give in, he added with desperation in his voice, “Please!”
        Slowly, I reached up and grasped at the charm hanging from the chain. This man had no memory of his past, or so he said. I yanked it off of my neck. “At least promise me this. When you are done with it, please give it back.”
        Reluctantly, he nodded and I gave him the necklace. The man smiled a bit with gratitude, before heading back into the bookstore. I wasn’t sure why I wanted it back, but I had a faint suspicion that it would help me remember something too. I just didn’t know what yet.
        (quick question, does this take place in the modern day?)

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      10. (I’m not sure. It can if you want.)
        I knew my way around my store by heart. I could find my way in the dark. Yet I could not hide my astonishment when, following the man inside he took the chain and pressed it into a hidden groove in the bookshelf toward the back. It swung open to reveal a science lab or something of the sorts inside. it. He rushed to a table and grasped something sitting there.

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      11. Pearling over the man’s shoulder, I examined the parchment he was gently holding. There were splotches of dark ink. To me, the writing was illegible. The piece of paper contrasted starkly with the pristine setting it was in. It looked as if it belonged in a museum. The man stepped slowly away from the table, lifting the paper so that the buzzing electric lights shone softly through, tinting us in a yellowish light.

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      12. What did the paper say? I had to know. I tried to creep forward but he spun around as if electrocuted! He must have the ears of an elephant I thought at the time.
        “What can’t you leave me alone!” He shouted.
        As if I was the person who appeared from HIS locket.

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      14. As I stepped back, my elbow hit a bottle on the shelf and it crashed to the floor. As it did before, dust swirled around the room. Shapes began to form in the dust. Only this time, the shapes flew quickly by, telling a story of long lost days.

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      15. Ladies and gentlemen waltzed through a heavily adorned room, dressed in clothing as fine as the first man‘s waistcoat. As the couples spun around me, I took everything in. In the corner of the room, a tall man caught my attention. A tall man, who was identical to the original ghost man.

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      16. The man who stood before me seemed to notice him as well. He stood up as if startled and then covered his eyes. The ghost man in the corner pulled an old fashion musket out of his waistcoat and shot one of the ladies as she swirled by on the arm of her partner. That’s when I noticed the tiara on her head. She was some type of royalty.
        Out of the dust swirled a short man with a long beard. Though being a head shorter than everyone in the room, he radiated power. He held a long staff and wore ornate robes. He seemed to speak sternly to the man and the man replied back with equal feriousity. The wizard, for that is who I assumed he was suddenly pointed his staff at the man who now, was in the center of the room. A book appeared next to the man and seemed to suck him into itself.
        As he was pulled into the book, I noticed a locket, identicle to mine fall from his grasp.
        The dust swirled faster now and then suddenly flew through all corners of the room.
        The man then walked to a chair and sat down. He Covered his face and after a time spoke to me. “I suppose I must tell you my story”

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      17. As he cowered in the chair, I cautiously stepped back, unsure as to whether the man was dangerous. With his ornate waistcoat, he nearly matched the e man in the corner. Except, his hair was curlier.
        „Yes, I suppose it is time,“ I responded, my voice shaking and weary.
        The man sighed before speaking. „That… was my brother.“

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      18. “Your brother?” I asked, Are you twins?
        “No, only a year apart, yet we were very similar to the casual eye.” He seemed sad. “The woman he killed was my fiancé. She had been his love at one time, but while he was away on a long trip for my parents she grew distant, and gave her heart to another man.” He paused for a long while afterwards. “I was that man.”
        “Why did he kill her? Could he not be happy for you? His own brother?”
        “He would have, if he did not love her so. And unbeknownst to me, she did not write him telling of her lessening of affection towards him.” A pained look came over his face. “I remember his words the day he returned.”
        I needed to find out more. Somehow I knew this man was the key to my past. “Please,” I said, “go on”

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