The Script: Interview of a Teenage Blogger Queen

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Model: Taz Noble

INT. PROD HOUSE – TALK SHOWROOM (SHIANE DAILY) – CONT’D

FADE TO:

INSERT THEME OPENING CLIP

PAN SHOT:  to the talk show host

Shiane Hawke stands (broad, welcoming smile), with arms outstretched to greet the in-house audience as well as the viewers.

SHIANE

Welcome back! Thank you for watching. Today we’ll be talking to the multiple award-winning and critically acclaimed, Grace Ann Scott. Dubbed the Blogger Queen by her worldwide fans.

(pause for cheer)

Shiane makes a show of touching her ear as if receiving communication there. She holds up a finger as added.

SHIANE

(CONT’D) Wow, okay I’m getting word now ….that Grace has just entered the parking bay! Let’s have a look shall we?

CUT TO:

EXT. PARKING BAY - DAY

B-ROLL: Wide-angle shot of the thousands of girls & women, shouting and screaming in fandom behind the barricades. Cross-cut to Grace getting out of the car w/ 2nd cam on the cheering fans.

Close ON: Grace waving and greeting the crowd. WHEN(Grace decides to sign autographs or bags, ZOOM IN on 2nd camera to cap action)

SPLIT SCREEN: Cam 1 to stay on the cheering crowds. IF(any emotional girls/women, ZOOM IN). Cam 2 to follow (handheld) Grace into the building.

FADE TO:

INT. PROD HOUSE – TALK SHOW ROOM – CONT’D

DUAL CUT: Cross cut b/tween Cam 1 on Shiane & Cam 2 on Grace.

Dainty hugs shared b/tween Shiane & Grace as to not smudge anything. They get seated at a cross angle to the cameras.

SHIANE

(exultant expression)

Grace Ann Scott! OH. MY. GOD. As I live and breathe. Let me start by saying I’m a huge fan of the ‘GraceConfessions’ website. I never go a day without checking it.

GRACE

Awww, thank you for having me Shiane but it is me who is the fan of you. I’ve watched you for years now and all my fans know it.

SHIANE

Well try as you might to be humble Miss Thang, you’ve created a revolution. That letter you released from Maya is absolutely heart-breaking & uplifting! Is it true that she’s the newest member with her own section on the website and everything?

GRACE

(smacks her hands together)

Yes! Oh my God! I’m so excited for her. Maya is just a complete phenomenon right now and she’s inspiring girls all over the world. I have big plans in store for her.

SHIANE

That’s amazing Grace, I know all the tweens are loving you for that. Plucking some random from obscurity and giving her a life only celebrities get to live. On a more serious note, is it true that you & Maya share a very special bond? Can you tell us about it?

GRACE

(visibly saddened, looks down)

Maya’s letter really resonated with me because I too lost my mother at a young age.

(shakes head out) (MOS)

(CONT’D) Yet I know that Maya is one of a kind, thoughtful, funny, totally teddy bear hug you to the wall caring. I would be ‘besties like toasties’ with her in any lifetime.

B.G(Background): Producer waves to Shiane to advise on the time limit.

SHIANE

Well, without further ado let’s get this show on the rolly polly, shall we? So you’ve been called the Blogger Queen, the Queen of Beauty, the Grace connection. Can you tell us how this all started?

GRACE

(laughs nervously at the attention)

Oh please, I ain’t no Queen. I have friends around the world, not loyal subjects. (laughs). Basically, my ‘besties like toasties’ Ashley & Nicole were complaining about how all the websites were extremely hardcore beauty or extremely hardcore anti-beauty. But there was nothing in the middle, nothing light-hearted and fun. That’s what the ‘GraceConfessions’ is all about, keeping everyone completely up to date with beauty but by keeping it real & quirky which is what most of us are, is it? Quirky.

SHIANE

(claps)

Yes! How true that is girl! Now, I hope you don’t mind but ever since it was announced that you’d be here, the fans have been tweeting us up into a storm. There’s been so many questions asked & we’d like to get a few of them answered.

GRACE

Ofcourse I don’t mind. Ask away Shi.

SHIANE

(looks to the crowd in anticipation)

Here we go. Grace, the fans would like to know, What is your skin care regime?

GRACE

I’m a CEM kinda girl. Cleanser, Exfoliant & Moisturizer. On certain days, I apply the eye cream, toner & a mask.

SHIANE

Perfect, ok question number 2. Becka from Sydney wants to know, Do you wear makeup every day?

GRACE

Oh yes, it’s just a part of who I am. Alittle goes a long way.

SHIANE

I like this one, What is your favorite beauty brand?

GRACE

Well ofcourse it’s MAC, MAC for life but I’ve really been enjoying a Japanese brand lately. It’s called Shiseido.

SHIANE

Really? Maybe I should give it a go as well. Question number 4 from Brighton in London, What are your beauty sins? Oh! Speaking of this, you site gets thousands upon thousands of these on a daily basis. Which one is your favorite?

GRACE

Brighton! Such a cool name. It’s true I’ve read every beauty sin I’ve thought possible and still more pours in every day. I would say it’s not washing out my makeup before bed, some days are just more exhausting than others. My favorite would be the one a guy posted a while ago about how he shaves with baby oil. We’ve had so many guys come back and say they tried it with great success. It was really funny and incredibly humbling to see guys use the site too.

IN B/tween shots of laughter from the crowd.

SHIANE

Gracy, so modest. Ofcourse guys follow it, it wouldn’t be a revolution if they didn’t. So What’s in your make-up bag at this very moment?

GRACE

I think the more interesting question is, what isn’t.

(laughs; short bursts)

Let’s see my key items that I can’t live without are Eye Shadow, Eye Liner & Lip Stick.

SHIANE

Oh yes darling, I couldn’t bear to not have that on me. Ok, let’s see hmmm the next question is from Teddy in Texas. She says, You are late for a meeting and can only put on one make-up item before leaving the house what do you grab?

(Grace & Shiane look at each knowingly and at the same time s/o)

Eye Liner!

(giggling ensues, crowd joins)

SHIANE

Yes, it really is the only thing worth having isn’t it. Right then, Grace Ann have you ever uh, I think the phrase they used is, “ugly cried” and have your mascara run in public?

GRACE

(laughs childishly)

Veronica Roth

That’s a new one!.....I thank God for water-proof mascara otherwise, there would have been plenty of insta-Blair witch project photos of me out there by now.

PAN OUT: Crowds reaction.

SHIANE

(waits for crowd to die down)

Ally and she adorably she signed this as Ally Not McBeal, is a housewife in Wisconsin asks If you could dye your hair any colour what would it be?

GRACE

In honor of the great artist Prince, I’m definitely going to say ~Purple Rain, Purple Rain~ (sings in perfect pitch)

SHIANE

Wow, you’ve got some pipes on you girl. Question number 9 is, How often do you wash your hair?

GRACE

I try to do it every day but during my busiest weeks, it’s most likely every second day.

SHIANE

Taraji from Kenya would like to know, Are your eyebrows on fleek? Wait what in the holy heavens are eyebrows on fleek? Sounds positively demented.

GRACE

(giggles and claps on legs)

Don’t worry Shi, it’s an American thing...mostly. As with most things beauty related it started with Kim Kardashian & her eyebrow war with the wonderfully goofy Cara Delevingne. Kim won by bleaching her eyebrows and the trend ‘eyebrows on fleek’ was born. It's a variation of the word 'flick' or eyebrows on point if you will. So my answer is, yes (giggles) and I do enjoy watching those who do it too.

Posted by Brinton Parker

SHIANE

Really? You Americans are really some’fin else you know that?

B.g: Producer rolls out his hand.

(CONT’D) Let’s continue, shall we? Question 10 is Do you Contour?

GRACE

I love how this isn’t a model exclusive thing anymore. Yes! I love to contour. Ashley is the greatest at it and always does mine before we hit the town.

SHIANE

We’re almost done here. Minali from South Africa would like to know if you thread or wax?

GRACE

Minali, I love these names. Well Minali, I thread ofcourse but there’s just something’s better left waxed, you know. (winks to cam 5)

PAN SHOT: crowd

SHIANE

Last question Grace Ann, What would you call your own beauty brand?

GRACE

(exultant expressions)

I’m so overjoyed that you asked that question. (body language to the crowd). I’m very excited to announce that the ‘GraceConfessions’ site is well on it’s way to launching it’s very own beauty brand!

PAN SHOT: Crowd reaction, ZOOM IN on exultant expressions.

SHIANE

(visibly excited)

Don’t leave us in the dark now Grace Ann, tell us what it’s going to be called.

GRACE

(looks around w/ mysterious smile to build anticipation)

………….It’s going to be called The Grace Kelly! (crowd erupts, waits for settle down) Yeah, we’ve gotten the permission from Miss Kelly’s estate and everything. The Olsen Twins are one of our big investors.

SHIANE

Bloody Hell! I cannot wait to try this new brand out, you simply must not forget to send me samples. Also, it seems another popular must have from the twitter-verse is a Quick Fire round. In which I give you two options and you pick one in rapid succession. Ready?

GRACE

Awesome sauce! We play quick fire all the time at sleepovers. Go for it.

SHIANE

Gel or Acrylic

GRACE

Gel

SHIANE

Liquid Liner or Pencil Liner

GRACE

Oooh pencil is a golden oldie but I’m going to have to go with Liquid on this one.

SHIANE

Yes me too Luv. Matt or Gloss.

GRACE

Daily it’s Gloss all the way but special occasions… bring out the Matt finish.

SHIANE

Salon or DIY

GRACE

DIY. Ashley would say, personal stylist.

(laughs from crowd & Shiane)

SHIANE

Curled or Straight

GRACE

Curled

SHIANE

Bold Lip or Dramatic Eyes

GRACE

I’m especially fond of the Egyptian eyes.

SHIANE

Oh yes! Me too! So intriguing. French Tip or Nail Art

GRACE

French Tip

SHIANE

Floral or Musky notes for your perfume

GRACE

Floral

SHIANE

Makeup wipes or Micellar Water

GRACE

Oh, we love Micellar water.

SHIANE

(claps hands together)

Grace Ann, that was a lovely round of fan-based questions, don’t you think?

(looks to Cam 7)

(CONT’D) Thank you all for tuning into Shiane Daily. Grace insisted we answer the fan questions first as you all mean so much to her. Join us after the break where Grace and I will be interviewing some potential candidates for the ‘GraceConfessions’ position right here in the UK!

B-Roll: Wide-angle shot as theme music plays in the background of cheering crowd.

Cross-out: Cam 5 to close on Grace as she waves to the crowd.

FADE OUT: Commercial Break. 

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Authors Note*

Please Note* That this was just me being creative with a Blog Tag writing prompt and might not entirely reflect the true form of a script as I didn't want it to be too technical.

The First Photo was modeled by local Cosplay Icon, Taz Noble and refers to my original short story on Wattpad, called the “The Lady in Blue Heels.”

Update* “The Lady in Blue Heels.” is now available on the blog!

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You can also read the Prequel to this titled: Confessions of a Teenage Blogger Queen

It’s filled with love, romance, intrigue, drama & suspense. Get to know more about Grace Annelise Scott.

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The Fairy Tale Adventures of Princess Kitara

Once upon a time. In a land far, far away. Far from the eyes of mortal men, lived the most 
beautiful Fairy Queen the Fae Kingdom had seen in a many a moon. Stories of Queen Shakira spread far and wide, stretching to the very edges of the Fae Kingdom. She was known for her incredible passion and grace, neigh a fairy in all of creation had ever been known to be as inspiring as she was to her kinsfolk.

Princess Kitara

Chirp-chirp, chirp-chirp, the morning chimes pierced into the very recesses of my mind to gently wake me from my slumber. I yawned very ungracefully, ruffled my hair more and finally got out of bed, stretching my wings ever so far. With a sluggish movement, I hovered to the balcony doors and with a deep breath, I pulled them open. I closed my eyes and smiled as the morning sun and scent
enveloped my senses. 

With a start, I caught myself and realized I had now hovered just over the balcony’s borders. I laughed, a triumphant laugh, today was the day. My 321st birthday, I was finally going to do it. For as long as I could remember, the only thing I had ever wanted in this world was to go on a great adventure, the kind that legends are made of, the kind that was both exciting and dangerous. Ever since I was little, I was taken to see every inch of Faeora, every kind of fairy and every moon since. Of course, the expeditions were planned by my mother, the Queen so the Fae Knights were always around me, suffocating my every move.

It was almost as if mother had tied them with an invisible tether to me. Knowing her, it wouldn’t surprise me in the least.

There was a soft knock on the door, three taps. Hoorah! It had finally arrived; I opened the door carefully and looked around nothing. Hmm, that’s odd, something pulled on my gown.

I looked down to find the tiniest and most adorable fairy girl. “Uhm excuse me miss, the master asked me to gives this to you. Uhm please don’t tells him I’m late, I like sweets you sees and well I uhm got distracted by somes.”

The way in which she talked was funny enough but looking into those big brown button eyes, how could I refuse such an honest request. “Of course, I will not (for one thing I had no idea who the master was), kindly convey my sincerest thank you to the master. And here you go.” I handed her a gold coin, “Go get distracted by a few more sweets from me, ok sweety.”

She skipped away with a large smile on her freckled face.

In truth, I really couldn’t wait to open the package. Years of befriending the right Fairies, and subtle hints, and of tiptoeing around the topic had finally yielded results. I carefully opened the package and in it, was surprisingly only two pages. I skeptically opened the first one with a frown. It was a letter from the ‘Master’.

“Dearest Kitty Kat.” (obviously a ridiculous attempt at obscuring my identity)

I venture not to think why any fairy would request such a ‘thing’ from me. However, be that as it may you once saved my favorite flower from a hardship and that I can never repay. However, consider this my attempt at such. The second piece of paper is a map to what you are looking for. Please do remember the following rules, as not doing so will most likely get you killed or worse (what was worse than being killed?):

The 1st and most important rule, do NOT fall in love with a mortal.

The 2nd and most important rule, do Not trust anyone especially those that claim to be Fae.

The 3rd and most impo-"

The rest of the letter was burnt off, hmmm that’s weird and why was every one of his rules the most important ones. But that was soon forgotten as I opened up the map, “I cannot believe it.”

It was in a place I had visited constantly but never thought to look. The bath and dress up was a breeze with magic, with a wiggle of my index finger, it was done. I grabbed my already prepared travel sack, which I disguised as a tiny ruby red ring to go on that very same index finger. Just as I was about to leave, an invisible hand stayed me. Sigh, thinking back to that day only a few days ago……

Kitara had just entered the dining hall to find her mother dearest at the window at the very end of the hall. Mother stood poised and direct, as a Queen should, most regal in her rule. With her dark and languid black hair, and piercing green eyes. Kitara would have been the splitting image of her mother had it not been for her father, The King’s icy blue eyes and deep dimples. She tried to remember a time when her mother was full of smiles and warmth; it seemed like eons upon eons ago, so much so that the memories almost seemed fake. No, the mother she knew, the mother she had come to know could never have been such a mother. 

It must have been memories Kitara had made up in her head to compensate for such happenstance. Although Kitara knew what had changed her, it was a story she had been told by almost everyone in the kingdom no one more so than by her Mother. It was the day her Mother had lost everything. You see a Fairy’s wings were her very soul and according to legend, her Mother’s wings were the most magnificent in its beauty. 

It was the day she had lost her wings and the day she had lost the King, her husband and Kitara’s father to a human hunter. According to legend, he was the only mortal to ever enter Faeora and on that day tragedy struck the Kingdom. Leaving her kinsfolk with a very healthy and pretty endless fear of the mortal world. Ever since then, Mother has been on a tireless campaign to ensure Kitara was never hurt or harmed in any way. She increased the Fae Knightship tenfold and ensured a detail of 7 Fae Knightship at all rotatable hours of any given day. They were called the Galicia and were comprised of the most heroic and stoic warriors in all the land. Sometimes you would only need those 7 to win a war and yet now they were stuck babysitting the already over-protected princess. Kitara approached her Mother reservedly, nervously fidgeting with her morning dress.

“Mother.” She bowed.

“You’re 7 minutes late Kitara, I would have taught you by now that a Queen is never late only ever early, would I not?” Her mother replied still looking out that damned window.

Kitara knew better than to retort. “Yes Mother, I am very sorry Mother.”

“Come, we will have breakfast quickly as your day is scheduled with many an endeavor.”

They sat in tensioned quiet, her mother very delicately eating while Kitara hadn’t the stomach for this morning’s scones with picanut fillings. She took a deep breath and said, “Mother, my 321st birthday is next week and you promised I would get to go on an adventure outside the Kingdo-“

A fist slammed on the table. The Queen regained her composure yet fire still burned in her eyes. “I promised you no such thing young one. You are my daughter and as such you have obligations to your kinsfolk before any such meaningless and immature adventures.” This time, she sighed and with gentler eyes said, “My dearest Kitara please do not start this again, I am only doing what a Mother must to protect her daughter. Her daughter whom she loves very much. But such a love comes with conditions; I could not bear to lose you too. Maybe in a few years or so.”

Now it was Kitara’s turn to fume, “You did not promise? You did not promise? You do exactly the same thing every time Mother; you try to guilt me with Father’s passing. I am not him nor you, I am but both of you. I want to go on an adventure! You’re not fair at all! Argggh.” She stormed off to her room vowing to follow her dream even if it meant disobeying her Mother, the Queen.

I was jolted back into the present by Sebastian, my dearest friend, and a changeling. Meaning he could transfigure into anything he so desired, his favorite form of which was a sea blue feathered sparrow.

~You best get a move on princess, we haven’t the time for regret~ he said through telepathy.

Of course, he could talk but it was his own private joke to talk into my head like we shared a secret. My ring got heavier the further away from the castle I became; it was as if a weight was on my shoulders. However my excitement at the adventure to come far outweighed my guilt. 

~Shh, you’re thinking too loud. We’re here.~

I paused at the giant white oak tree, the very tree I had spent many a day reading and sleeping under. According to the map, this was the spot, a keyword was labeled next to it “Aspermortantium.” She read aloud, suddenly the ground started to shudder and a wide arc opened at the base of the colossal tree. I looked around and with one final glance at the castle in the distance, slipped into the unknown.

Queen Shakira

Shakira stood at the very same window she had become accustomed to for the past three hundred and twenty years. It was at this very window that she had seen what had irrevocably changed her life forever. Lord Barathus, how she hated fighting with Kitara but if she didn’t be so firm, the girl would be frolicking with Mountain trolls! Such an adventurous spirit, which she cursed because it came from her. Yet she did not realize just how important she was, how vital her survival was for the Kingdom. You see Shakira was losing her Magical essence and would soon be very much mortal, ever since losing her wings the magic has been seeping out of her slowly but surely. Soon she would be no longer the Queen of Faeora, just another faceless mortal doomed to suffering and disgrace. She needed to make sure Kitara was read-

Something caught her eye; it was Kitara’s eye! At the very topmost hill with the great White oak tree. The portal had been opened! However did she?! “Captain Verhad! Captain Verhad!!!” Shouting at the top of her lungs.

The captain and a squadron of Fae knights stormed the dining hall with murderous purpose. “What is it my queen”, asked the captain.

Shakira turned her cheek to the window to avoid giving away any further concern. “I said Captain Verhad, had I not?” She waited for the footsteps to die out before turning to the Captain, fool of worry in her face. Tears now streaked her perfect face, “Kitara has found the portal!! I do not know how but whoever told her will be severely punished. You MUST go after her, I would go to but only true Fae or Mortal may pass through and since I am neither I will only hinder you by such trivialities. Please captain, save my one true daughter.” The captain was out the hall without another word, he had already staked his life on protecting her many years ago, there was no need for a remittance. Oh Lord Barathus, please do not let her know the same pain that she did all those many years ago.

Johnny Padelaki

Man, I hate this shop, I hate the smell, I hate the books, I hate my grandfather for making me work here and I hate my father for letting him make me work here. It was an antique for Christ sakes, nobody hardly ever came to an antique bookstore to buy a book, why, when you can read the latest game of thrones novel at exclusive books. Arrggggh it was so suffocating.

For as long as I can remember I have always wanted to go on an adventure and as soon as I get my Anthropology and archeology degree, I am as good as gone from this squeaky old place. I could almost hear my rackety old grandpa now, “Young man, this shop has been in our family for generations. Why my father owned it and his father before him and his father’s father and his father’s father’s father. It is on sacred ground and must be preserved.” Sigh, I hated to disappoint the old man but I needed to get out of here and live my life. I was so going get a job at the archeology society of great London and volunteer for any and every expedition there was.

Crash!!!! A loud thud followed by what sounded like a mountain of books falling (yes it had happened before unsurprisingly in this heap of tattered old books). I followed the sound to the study in the back, noticing that the books had fallen to reveal a long forgotten family heirloom. The Mirror was something he was told to never ever touch. Oh well, I only had two more days before graduation, what could one-touch do. Although it felt like an uncontrollable urge, like a gravitational pull. As my fingers roamed the ceremonial engravings on the frame, it started to warm up to the touch. A force knocked me off my feet and into a shelf. I came to at the smell of lilies, my vision blurred but my curiosity of that heavenly scent pulled me forward. I blinked several times before I saw her clearly. I girl who looked no older than I did, was lying on the ground unconscious from my observations. Dark black her and the kind of beauty that would make a man’s, this man’s heart stop beating. She opened her eyelids and from them the most dazzling eyes he had ever seen.

They were a piercing blue with flakes of green, no almost whitish blue in them. It was almost as if they were dancing in her irises. I am left speechless, even as a puzzled frown formed on her beautiful face as she looked around taking in her surroundings. Wait, what the hell was going on, there is no way just no way had she come out of the Mirror right? Right? No that’s absurd.

“Good day kind sir. Forgive me but I seem to be out of sorts. Is this what is called the Earthen lands? Ouch, it seems I have hurt one of my wings, no matter it will heal shortly”.

Now it was my turned to do the puzzled frown although I imagine I looked quite foolish to this goddess from the Mirror. From a frickkin mirror? Things like this can’t just happen. “Earthen Lands? If you mean Earth, then yes. Wings? I’m sorry but what wings?”

Now it was her turn to frown again, she glanced behind her back and so did I. “Do you not see them?” I shook my head. “-hmm that is most peculiar. I am princess Kitara, daughter of Queen Shakira, protector and savior to all the Fae, successor to the throne and protected by the Galicia. And who might you be kind sir?”

I blinked a few times trying to remember and understand that. “I’m Johnny Pedalaki and uhm no title,” I said nervously hoping I didn’t have soot all over my face from the explosion or whatever it was that brought this girl into my life.

The front door was pushed open with such force that the bell on it rang then broke, then fell to the floor, “Gimme all yo money!!- wait, hey no one is here. I thought you said there was always some kid here Henry.” Said the first guy.

“Dammit man don’t use my name! He’s always here. Be careful, he knows some kinda Kung Fu shit I ain't never seen.”

I rolled my eyes and looked down at Kitara, holding out my hand and muttering, “Mirror explodes and beautiful girl pops out then the store gets robbed by anti-geniuses, man when it rains it pours.”

Kitara piped up, “I am not familiar with that expression Johnny Padelaki no title”.

I put a finger to her lip, marveling at her and said: “It’s just Johnny, whoever are you?”

“I am princess Kitara, daughter of Queen-“

I smiled and interrupted “Never mind, come with me and you have to be quiet.” I pulled her towards a very old closet, she was behind me now, and God she smelled good. I felt dizzy but at the same time, I was not going to let anything hurt this undeniably beautiful creature. I motioned for her to stay put. Henry and his partner entered the room looking around. Firstly they only had a baseball bat and each of them had no protective clothing on, what morons. I burst out of the closet like a barbarian, man since when did I get this reckless. I threw myself at Henry, I knew this guy, he grew up down the block from me and now here he was trying to steal from me and hurt what is mine. I don’t know where this rage came from, maybe it was from all those years in the shop who knows but I pounded fist after fist at his face. A loud pop rang in the air followed by a sharp pain at my side, which was only superseded, by the most excruciating and exploding pain I had ever felt, I toppled off to the side off of Henry’s bloody face. Clutching my own side in agony and to avoid losing any more blood. Damn this frickkin hurt, no one ever says how much it hurts. The guys in the movies always make it seem like nothing and get up. I couldn’t even see straight let alone move.

I heard the closet door open again and Kitara stepped out, I tried to get up but cursed, I was useless I couldn’t even save her. Man, why had I been so reckless? Henry’s accomplice, let’s call him DonkeyFace said: “Well looky what we have here, damn you look fine baby come give daddy some sugar.” I could see enough to tell

Kitara was pissed. She rushed the guy, no not rushed actually flew at the guy and grabbed him by the throat with one hand lifting him up. DonkeyFace was choking for air, then she wiggled her index finger and he crumpled to the ground like dead weight. She turned to me with concern in her gorgeous eyes, man what I would give to never have to see that worry in her eyes ever again.

“Arrgggh, sorry I’m so useless,” I grunted, disappointed in myself.

Kitara knelt down and gently hovered her hand over my wound. Miraculously I watched in awe as the wound closed, I felt the bullet inside me dissolve into sweet nothingness. “I am so glad you are in good health Just Johnny, you have been so kind to me and I like your eyes, I wish to see nothing ever bad happen to you” I chuckled, She liked my eyes? I frickkin loved her eyes! She placed her hand over my heart and closed her eyes; wow was she going to heal my soul or something now. Her eyes popped open with delight, she smiled and it just melted my heart “You have Fae blood in you, it’s faint but still there.” Again it was my turn with the Willy Wonka puzzled frown,

“Uhm that’s weird, maybe it was a transfusion or something. Am I in trouble?”

She laughed, it was the most entrancing sound I had ever heard, “No silly, it cannot be transfused it is part of who you are. And no you are not in trouble and now neither am I hahahah.” Kitara stood up and magically produced a large ivory colored sword that shone like the moon. “Dearest Johnny Padelaki of no title and my savior. By your forefather the Fae Bronson (Hey! That’s my great granddad's name), and by my Mother before me, I dub thee Fae Knight of the Royal

Bloodline. Do you denounce all in the name of your Queen and kinsfolk? To swear only to serve and protect those you are charged with in innocence?”

Silenced prevailed, my mind was so jumbled but hey if it meant I got to see more of her what the hell. “Uhm I guess so.”

With that, she plunged the sword so deep into my chest that I’m pretty sure it came out the other side!

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Authors Note

Sorry! No Zemlja Dosta Chronicles this week, giving you some time to catch up on the story.
Here are all the chapters:

Chapter 1 - The Unicorn Queen, The Samurai & The Wizard

Chapter 2 - The Unicorn Queen: Ari's Origin

Chapter 3 - The Samurai: Eru's Origin

Chapter 4 - The Unicorn Queen, The Samurai & The Wizard Part 2

Chapter 5 - The Elven Trials

Chapter 6 - Hocirne's Return

The Fairy Tale Adventures of Princess Kitara was written as a bedtime story. I asked my big sister what she wanted for her birthday, told her she could have anything and she said she wanted a story. So, abra kadabra, voila here's the bedtime story I wrote.

Part 2 of this story will be released next week as it was just too long to put in one blog post and hopefully, it's entertained you enough to look out for next weeks release.

Photography by AlfonzoWords

~Be Kind to One Another~ Ellen Degeneres

Confessions of a Teenage Blogger Queen

Inspire. Create. Write. TM

"Forgive me, Father for I have sinned."

"Tell me, child, what is your confession?"

Model: Taz Noble

Grace woke that morning with surprising purpose. She flung her body across the room to where her MacBook Air lay in wait. Drumming her fingers on the see-through glass desk, she started up the Mac. 981 emails, 346 twitter notifications, and 1407 Instagram mentions all greeted her anxious eyes. What joy she felt seeing this. It had only been 3 months since the launch of the website and the results were unprecedented. Before she began, Grace closed her eyes and prayed to the heavens… to her mother.

"Mother, guide me." The whisper escaped her lips, easing the tension in her shoulders. She opened the Twitter notifications.

@SON***ASHUK said, “I get a two-hour facial every month”

@BETHSH******I said, “I've been known to brush my hair with a fork in emergencies.”

@A_M***E said, “I use hand lotion to tame frizz in a pinch.”

@TW**TRA said, “I'll pull out a strand and use it as floss in a pinch. Disgusting - but it works.” (Authors Note**A friend confessed that she does it too!)

@BETH**POURI said, “I use lip balm on my cuticles in a pinch. Even the colored kind upon occasion.”

@SEA***TH said, “I shave with baby oil gel for the closest shave ever!”

@CHER****NENY said, “I keep all my perfumes on the dairy shelf of my fridge, so I don't have room for yogurt anymore.”

These were fantastic! Tweets from around the world were coming in, faster than she could blink. Even men were posting! She couldn't wait to upload them to the site's 'Beauty Diaries' section.

Next, Grace opened her emails and Seven minutes later.....

Droplets of tears coated her cheeks, a heavy burden weighed down against her chest. Grace sat there, alone and could not contain her sobs. Like a dam breaking, it started slow, then all together at once, it broke. The email before her, could not be felt any other way... her eyes traced to the sender. Maya from Minnesota, bless her soul had sent a short story of her mother's passing. In relation to the theme, Maya had written about how difficult it was having to learn everything a girl should be taught by her mother and rightly so. Things like how to apply blush, deal with split ends, how much makeup to use, boys & what bra sizes to get. It was all detailed in beautiful prose with an emphasis on how lost she felt without her mom there to guide her. Once a month, Grace would feature a story regarding Beauty confessions and this was definitely going up. Anything posted before, felt trivial in comparison. Maya wrote with such raw emotion & seemed quite knowledgeable now on all things beauty related. Grace thought back to those winter days of longing, where she would be perched against the frosted window. Watching in solemn thought, the neighbor kids playing around in the snow. People could only guess how she felt, they could never know exactly how it felt to lose a mother. The soul crushing darkness that she had been propelled into had left her wanting. Maya was the first person in a long time to understand that kind of despair and know the sheer tenacity it takes to step into the light again.

Grace could only marvel at Maya’s inner beauty. She had started the website called “GlamConfessions” as a way for her to connect with her friends around the world. To share beauty tips, tricks, trials & trips. The “Beauty Diaries” section had sky-rocketed in popularity after the first week, women from every country were posting in 140 characters worth of their Beauty tips, tricks, trials & trips. It was mind-boggling to see so many women; strong, independent, shy, lonely, depressed or in love all connecting and uniting with each other under this one banner. In order to keep a handle on the overwhelming amount of feedback, Grace enlisted the help of her two “besties like toasties”, Ashley & Nicole. Some of their best slumber party nights were sitting up & reading the Beauty Confessions from all around the world.

They had gotten a ton of email from teenage girls saying how much hearing other women’s confessions, helped them to not feel alone anymore. To know that they were not the only ones, impacted them greatly. Grace remembered reading a touching story about a girl from South Africa who was constantly being bullied at school for caring too much about fashion and beauty. Suicidal thoughts, which were vividly described, were a daily battle for her. Then the “Beauty Diaries” happened…The girl describes exultant emotions with what happened next. Due to her crazy obsession with beauty & fashion, coupled with her quick wit & charm, the girl became the go to #beautyconfession of the day! She gets retweeted, at a mean average of 400 times a day! People shower her with love for her Beauty tips, tricks, trials & trips. From all of them, it was truly, Grace’s favorite success story and it was time for another one just as big.

Grace hit the reply button to Maya’s email:

“Dear Maya the Angel

Your letter had me gushing in tears, laughing for joy but most of all, it had me reminiscent of my own mother’s passing when I was only a little girl. I know those feels so well, lil angel & I promise you it never goes away. Thank you so much for having the courage to write this, girls around the world are going to be inspired and enlightened by your words. I wish I could give you the biggest teddy bear hug right now! Please accept my deepest condolences for your loss. I am so happy that the website has helped you so much, I totally love love LOVE your inventive & creative handbags. Those pictures are just gorgeous.

Please know, that I have been reading letters and guest post proposals all month long. From the thousands, I have chosen to run yours in this month’s “Glam-Core” section. Congratulations! I cannot wait to see the world fall in love with you the way I have. You’re a star!

In addition, please see the attached form. I would love to offer you a position on my website. I know the girls and I would be honored to have you on the team!

Xoxoxoxox

Yours sincerely (& your biggest fan)

Grace Annelise Scott”

Grace hit the send button and laid her fingers to rest. She smiled quietly to herself, with big plans for Maya in her thoughts.

There is Beauty in helping others achieve their dreams. In hope, I wish we all find it.

Model Taz Noble

~"Be kind to one another."~ Ellen DeGeneres

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Authors Note*

The First Photo was taken by me and refers to my original short story on Wattpad, called the “The Lady in Blue Heels.”

If you would like to read the rest of Grace’s riveting story, you can check it out Here.

It’s filled with love, romance, intrigue, drama & suspense. Get to know more about Grace Annelise Scott.

The names of the confessed have been redacted for privacy purposes.

URGENT: This post is in honor & Memory of  #RIPAmy  
My heart goes out to her family & friends. This is not OK.            

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Empire (TV Series): Review

Music. Family. Power. The battle begins.

"If music be the food of Love, play on!"~~Shakespeare..........Lionel Richie verse to end it......"Play oooon, Play on, Play on."......

A drug dealer turned hip-hop mogul must choose between his three sons who are battling for control over his multi-million dollar company while his ex-wife schemes to get what's hers.

#Teamcookie all the way baby!!!

Before I get into everything else. Thank you Lee Daniels & Danny Strong for creating the character Cookie Lyon! She is just unbelievable. Major props and bows to Taraji P. Henson for pulling it off. She is a total badass, both complicated and complex. Stopping at nothing to get what she wants and wrecking ‘havoc’ along the way. It’s mad fun watching her antics. Her cadence is pure awesome. Yeah we have seen black woman portrayed like this on a smaller scale but Cookie Lyon takes it to a whole other level. She’s feisty, street-smart, passionate, vindictive, powerful, devious and most of all insanely protective of her family. I especially enjoy the character’s utmost defense of her gay son, Jamal and her unbreakable belief in his talent. She is without a doubt in my mind, the insurmountable, unstoppable, immovable heart of the show.

Follow her here.

So first things first, is this the same premise as the Shakespearean, King Lear? Yes.

But that’s where Cookie comes in to up-heave the whole dynamic, which is what hooked me to the show. Empire is the unlikeliest broadcast television success story in recent memory.

Lucious Lyon – Fiercely attached to his Empire and all he has built. Valuing many times above his own family’s wellbeing.  Not noticing how much his oldest son has sacrificed for him, unsupporting of his second oldest’s lifestyle choice and overly spoiling his youngest. Yes he most certainly is that hate to love kinda guy. With so many irredeemable qualities it has me flabbergasted that comes out on top. His cunning nature probably lends to this. Lucious will most assuredly draw you in, especially with that almost ‘Grinchian” smile of his.

Jamal Lyon – What a character! He invokes such emotion with his music, building you up, letting you down and then taking you over that crescendo. It’s beauty! His songs are epic. It’s like Michael Jackson, Usher and Justin Timberlake combined their DNA to form him. The way he struggles against his father’s negative view of him. He just gets better with each song and episode. I love how grounded his character is, not letting his talent go to his head. Facing off against animosity with a firm grip on his beliefs. Jussie Smollet the actor who plays Jamal, is insanely talented. His song, Good Enough has so many feels! Follow him here.

Hakeem Lyon – yo! This dude be tripping. He is way too spoiled and easily manipulated. The only worthwhile songs he’s done is the ones with Jamal. Although there was this one rap battle…..but I’ll let you watch for yourself. Was definitely the only time I ever respected him. Other than that, booo. More Jamal.

It seems like its Jamal & Cookie vs Hakeem & Lucious. With Andre (the oldest) left on the sidelines because he doesn’t have any singing talent. Careful people, ignoring Andre could be the worst mistake you’ve made.

My mom is obsessed with this show and upon her constant insistence that I watch it, being the rebel that I am, I ignored her. Until one night, I was utterly bored and insomniac. The first season was the TV’s On Demand listings. So I put on the first episode and to my surprise, I reluctantly admitted that the Lyon empire drew me in. Cookie most of all. She reminded me of all the great things about my mom. Her tenuous belief in her son’s potential, her effortless selflessness in the face of her son’s needs. I just had to watch more and I did….by the morning I had already finished season 1. So of course by the time I woke up again, season 2 had already been downloaded. What an epic show.

Personal rating: 8/10

In the days to come I will add more reviews of my favorite TV shows and Movies. 

Let me know your thoughts about the show. All views are welcome.

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Found this Epic artwork on Black Art in America.

~Be Kind to One Another~ Ellen Degeneres