Hello!

Hi there! It's K!
To be honest, I tried writing the sequel, but I just couldn't get the feel of it. I hope to maybe come back to it later, but no promises!
Instead, I've been putting my heart and soul into North by North, which you can read if you look at the links on the side of this blog. It's been going really well (we've passed our first year anniversary), and I'd really appreciate it if you come and read it!
In regards to Alt+Control, I've actually started posting the entire novel (one chapter at a time) onto a platform called Wattpad! Each chapter is newly improved and edited, so if you can, come find me! Either look up Alt+Control as the book title, or find me as qwertyier.

-K

A toast to the New Year!
We hope you continue your reading of this blog into 2013, and may you always have good fortune this year!

Cheers,
K and N

And We Bring You A Christmas Interruption

Theo woke up inside of a room that looked rather like her room, except that outside, it was snowing. She had to rub her eyes and clean her glasses to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating. The last thing she remembered was that she was in a helicopter…in the middle of summer. She flopped down on her bed, and sighed. “Hey author, or authors…you dragged me out of the story again, didn’t you?” she asked out loud to whoever was in control. No otherworldly voice spoke, but a knock did sound at her door.

She got up and opened the door, where she saw a familiar face. “Hi there…Theo, was it?” asked a boy with shockingly grey eyes. It was those eyes that helped Theo identify the mystery person.

“And you’re Dennis,” affirmed Theo. “You look slightly different.”

“Really?” he cocked his head to the side in thought. “I guess I do. My author never really defined my appearance the first few times he or she wrote the story. Now they started anew, so I guess I have a slightly different look.” He combed his black hair with his fingers absentmindedly and fixed the large magnifying glasses on his face. “It appears we’ve been whisked off to an alternate universe again. I wonder what for this time.”

“Do you know the date?” asked Theo. “I was in the middle of summer, and I don’t think it snows in the middle of 20-plus degrees weather.”

Dennis shook his head. “No idea.”

“Well, I guess we’ll have to go find out for ourselves,” she replied, after a brief search around the room for a calendar. She and Dennis walked down the stairs where they found themselves in a large living room that didn’t belong to either of them.

“Hey, it’s you again!” said a voice, and they turned around to see a familiar girl with glasses and a boy accompanying her. “Do you remember me?”

Alt+Control+Delete Chapter 4

I sit back down at my desk, and fiddle with my hair. Mr. Kane is droning on and on, about plate tectonics and earthquakes and all sorts of things I read about already. I try listening to him, but I am rapidly bored out of my mind. I open up my tablet and start dragging my stylus on the screen. I doodle some random hearts and stars, but my mind is suddenly pulled back to the conversation I overheard in the office.

I opened a new window and as force of habit, started writing notes. I wrote down what I could remember. I first put down Javert and circled his name. I did the same for Mr. Valero. I put an equal sign between the two with “experiment?” above it. From Javert, I drew several lines and wrote down “two mystery men in black,” “owns company?” and “threatening.” From Mr. Valero, I drew a line and wrote “Manchurian Candidate—movie.” I set my stylus down and thought. What is the connection between all of these? If only I could find out…

Alt+Control+Delete Chapter 3

“Here, Kaya, take this to the office please?” asks my geography teacher, handing me the attendance. “I’m sure you’ve already read all this stuff in the textbook you borrowed the other day.

I look over at the board, and saw that indeed, I had already read about it. “Sure,” I say, taking the attendance folder from his hands. My classmates look at me quizzically, as if asking me why on Earth I would ever read a textbook on my spare time. The answer to that is obvious if you know me; I love information and knowing all sorts of facts, no matter how irrelevant and pointless it is. I guess it was that thirst for the facts of the virus that led me into the mess. Besides, it also took my mind off of other, more unpleasant thoughts, which I don’t think I need to expand upon.

Happy Birthday N!

Happy birthday, my dear co-writer! Continue writing and reading and just being bunnyliciously awesome :)

I may be just 5 days older than you, but I'm still older :3

Let us celebrate with a purple cake with ninja bunnies dancing on it :D

Happy Birthday K!

Today is the birthday of one of the authors!
I wonder who...
Well anyway, happy birthday K!
I know this is the *emphasize* 4th time I've said it!
As I hinted on my personal blog!
Here's my totally messed up birthday song:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY K
HAPPY BIRTHDAY K
HAPPY BIRTHDAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY
HAPPY BIRTHDAY K!
READ HER NOVEL OR ELSE I'LL KILL YOU!
But not really.
I would actually.


-K (Why would she write a post about herself? It's N :P)