IN HIS HANDS {On Hiatus, The Great Editing Apocalypse}

A story for you and me. A tale about lives, lies, great loves, andtrickery, not to downplaygreat feats. Start compelling trials on worlds lost to time, gone with history. A journey is life, so be reborn, by any means.

Adena is the name and learning is the game. Adena is- It is, a girl? She's just a girl, a girl fathered by men, and looks can be deceiving.

Can a 13-year-old girl open her eyes to see the world for what it truly is? Destiny waits for no one, not the innocent, never the unwary.

Misdiagnosed early on in life with schizo- Wait, you've heard that one before, haven't you? Kids with "overactive imaginations," often find themselves in trouble, but being in trouble isn't a crime, not always. Whether she be trapped in a moving castle...[SYSTEM ERROR]Candr@...

"Checking...1...2...3

Listen up boys and girls, ladies and gents, he and she, they, them, automated, and nonbinary, cats and dogs, and even you, It!Am I missing anyone?"

"Perhaps, Sire."

"Carrying on, we have here a recipe for disaster, but your life is probably worse.Hold on, one moment... What was that?

Okay, sponsors are saying that I'm not allowed to say things that will upset the viewers. Remember sinful watchers out there, this story is brought to you by Image Plate+. How can it be real when life's already given you lemons?

Yada, yada, yada...Back to the script!Luckily, I won't be subjecting you to that garbage synopsis. Say,Thank you writers' strike!

Ah ha ha...Ha. “Tough Crowd.”

Sugar, spice, and she's on thin ice, these are ingredients to create the perfect-

"Woah!I'm not saying that. She's far from perfect and I would know."

"But Sire, you have to read the script or-"

"Or what!? Don't call me sire! What am I even doing here!? Who are you!? What are you doing here!? Shows f@8nixb over, roll the credits!"

I almost forgot my dear girl isn’t the most reliable narrator so as a gift from me to you, I'll lend you the eyes of not one child, but a one, a two, a one, two, three, four, cue the music!"

"Cause nothing's better than Candralt, why can't we all get along,

I hope we can afford the melody to this soooong,

you better watch out for the sirens in those skimpy gimpy red thongs,

keeping it cool and casual so the show will go oooon.

Please, anyone... I can't do this forever.

"So yoooour hands are scraped to the bone, and you find yourself alone, and you don't remember where you are, who you are, or how long???"

"Hey! I'm not paying you to sing like a strangled cat. Seek help on your own time!"

"Please..."

-_-

"Because Nothing's better than Candralt,

Why can't we all get along,

forgive me for doing the young mistress wrong,

It's best to keep the fire kempt because in the night comes a girl with a forked tongue,

she'll eat your food and make you pay for what you've done."

(2 Years Later)

My first novel probably won’t be the last. I'll be pushing out chapters as soon as they're ready so that could be more or less at the moment. Soon. I'll schedule chapter releases eventually.

(Right now, there are no new chapters. I hate when something I've been reading stops posting. When an author disappears into thin air, no worries?) Ps. I hope there aren’t many similarities between my novel and others I've read a hideous amount. ^_^ Yes, the story is "Gamelit" Give it a minute while we're stuck in the [Editing Apocalypse...]