tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83237796886984227762024-02-08T09:10:45.340-08:00My Best Friend Is The Little MermaidThis is about my book...which I wrote...and would like you to read... You've heard the story about the little mermaid, well now it's time to hear the real story from the person who knew her best... Stay tuned for excerpts from: My Best Friend Is The Little Mermaid-----------------------Little mermaid, BIG problem...----------------Hannah Sue Wellmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795139589040611231noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323779688698422776.post-29712176797723025912012-03-26T12:50:00.006-07:002012-03-27T15:13:39.776-07:00Little Mermaid, BIG problem...<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Cereus nearly attacked me. "What do you mean she’s gone to the surface?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Now came the hard part. I closed my eyes and took another deep breath. "She took a potion and now she’s…" I swallowed painfully not daring to meet Cereus’ crazed eyes. I couldn’t say it; I couldn’t say that awful, awful word… "Human." It oozed from my lips.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Then, right then as if triggered by the terrible, terrible word; a high-pitched screaming, screeching, ear-splitting alarm went off. The sound tore through the mall and right through my brain. The dim mall lights began to flash red and blue, casting eerie flickering shadows down the length of the dark hall. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> The sonic and obviously magically enhanced blast made Cereus and I buckle to the floor. "What is that?" I screamed over the noise, my scales rippled from the magical vibe in the water.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> "It’s the mercurity system," Cereus answered in a thunderous but calm voice. "My dad helped design it; it has magic sensors that go off when there is an ocean wide eMERgency; when our safety is breached or our cities are invaded, or when the secret of our existence has been compromised…"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We looked at each other; we were both thinking the exact same thing. We said it aloud, in unison: "Abatina."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><span style="font-family: Times;"> *</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Sixteen year old Calandine Undercurrent thinks she has her life figured out. With her supportive family and her bright future she’s one lucky mermaid. Calandine thinks she has it all under control, that is until her reckless best friend, Abatina Jetstream gets them both into trouble when she convinces Calandine to help her save a shipwrecked young human who just happens to be a prince! It’s love at first sight for Abatina and nothing but trouble for Calandine, especially once Abatina decides to become human and go in search of her prince, thus triggering the eMERgency of the century! Now it’s up to Calandine and Abatina’s charming twin brother, Cereus Jetstream to set things right again, even if it means becoming</span> <span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">humans themselves. But can Calandine operate with her world turned upside down and her plans in shambles? Can she function with everything out of control, even her own feelings?...</span></span></span><br />
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</span></span>Hannah Sue Wellmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795139589040611231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323779688698422776.post-85967859281142531282012-03-26T12:29:00.006-07:002012-03-27T15:15:56.244-07:00Book Excerpt: Going Overboard<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">We both stared at him, waiting for him to breathe, but he didn’t.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I quickly grew impatient; Abatina began to whimper again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was fed up, but just as I was about to try slapping him again, his body lurched, and he made a terrible gasping sound, right before he started breathing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"> “You’re brilliant!” Abatina exclaimed, throwing her arms around me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was too relieved to respond, but I was thrilled, really.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Abatina released me and turned her attention back to the human as he coughed up the remaining water in his lungs, burying his face in the sand as he did.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I glanced around, watching him breathe only made me crave water more.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I noticed that the storm seemed to be passing, and in the distance I could see that the ship had managed to stay afloat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Abatina,” I said, “We should go, before he gets back in his right mind and notices that we’re mermaids.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Just as I said this, the man finished coughing, and then his ragged shoulders collapsed and he went limp again, pressing his nose in the dirt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now was our chance to get away. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Abatina gently flipped the sailor onto his back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His eyes were shut and he was out again, but at least he was breathing normally.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“He’ll be fine,” I said, “he probably lives up somewhere near the castle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The rest of the sailors will find him when they dock.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I quickly realized that Abatina was paying no attention whatsoever to me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Instead she was leaning over the sailor, just staring like he was the most fascinating thing ever.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To me he looked like a drowned rat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And then she touched him, on purpose!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She slipped her fingers into his dull, curly brown hair.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“He’s so handsome,” she murmured.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I took another look at him; he was young, a few years older than us at most, and he was alright looking, for a human.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I shrugged.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Abby, we’ve got to go; the other sailors can probably see us from here…”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"> Still, she paid no attention; still, she ran her fingers through his mop of hair.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Look,” she instructed, pulling it back off his forehead to reveal a gold ringlet set around his brow.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">I leaned in to inspect it closer, realizing that there was also a gaudy ring on his index finger.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then I noticed that his clothes, no matter how torn up they were, were not the clothes of a normal sailor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Neptune,” I breathed shaking my head as it hit me.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"> <span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“He’s a prince,” Abatina said unnecessarily, “<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The</i> prince…<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He doesn’t live near the castle; he lives <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">in</i> the castle…”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She reached out her hand to touch him again, but I batted it away.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">“Leave him be!” I scolded, now I was really beginning to worry, a prince?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What if he remembered what happened?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What if he decreed it to all his people?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What if he put a price on our heads?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I glanced around, suddenly paranoid, my tail tingled.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was still dark, but in that moment I swore I saw a figure standing down on the beach far to our left.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I grabbed Abatina’s arm, “We’re going.” I commanded.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had to drag her away.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">“Wait!” she cried jumping back to the prince’s side, “I don’t want him to forget me…”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I watched in horror as she slipped off one of her sea glass rings and slid it onto his pinky.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"> <span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I grabbed her arm again, this time sure not to let go.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Well, he’d better not remember this.” I muttered.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We made our way down the beach with Abby glancing back at every second.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Soon we were swept back into the waves...</span></span></span></span>Hannah Sue Wellmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795139589040611231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323779688698422776.post-44265450410502707982012-03-26T12:20:00.006-07:002012-03-27T15:58:55.823-07:00Book Excerpt: Nice To Eat You...<span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I darted out of the way as he came at me, just fast enough to get him really riled up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His teeth rang together horribly as they clamped around empty water; that made him especially angry and he lunged at me again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Using all my speed, I zipped around him so that I was hiding behind his tail and for a moment he couldn’t find me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I held my breath as he looked to the right and to the left but he couldn’t spot me; he started spinning in frustrated circles, I spun with him remaining beside his tail so that I didn’t fall into his line of vision.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He got bored of this quickly enough and stopped circling, while<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> I</i>, caught in the motion continued to spin, right into his snout.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It surprised both of us but I actually managed to recover first.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I shot away from him as fast as I could.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then we played tag for a while, just for the fun of it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The shark was always on my tail, snapping at it</span> </span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">with those awful teeth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I darted around weeds, and sand dunes and piles of sunken treasures but I just couldn’t escape him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was faster, but I was also wearing down…<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">With the last of my energy I shot as far ahead of him as I could and dived behind a large junk pile.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I waited for the shark, catching my breath and lifting the only weapon I had- my shoulder bag.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wound it up, waited for him to come around the bend, and then clocked him, right in the gills.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I heard a crunch and was almost certain that it was my shell phone being crushed inside my bag, but that was the least of my problems.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">The shark bounced away from me, more stunned than injured, but he quickly regained himself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He made that weird growly sound that runs your blood cold and ground his teeth together.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He approached me again, this time advancing slowly; I saw blood coming from the wound I had given him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I knew then that things had gotten personal; and that that wound would most likely be the last and only point I’d get in the battle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was so close I could count the millions of rows of razor sharp teeth in his gargantuan mouth; they shone like pearls, only far less blunt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I backed up against the trash heap behind me; I was boxed in- done for.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The shark snapped his jaws at me as we both prepared for the final blow.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I closed my eyes…<o:p></o:p></span></span>Hannah Sue Wellmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00795139589040611231noreply@blogger.com0