BtLoN

Remember that story I posted Wednesday? Yes, that one. We probably won't be posting any more of that story, for at least two weeks. Boredom had over come me when I wrote that, Freya read it and now we will be writing the rest of it, hopefully, by Sunday. Unfortunately for you wonderful readers, we will not be writing it online, the way we write our other stories. We're going "old-fashioned" and using a note book. We will have other stories, don't worry about that. Words on a Page will continue to write weekly, just not BtLoN.

BtLoN stands for Beyond the Limits of Normality. A fitting name for a "far-out" book. Far-out meaning strange of course, not "groovy". I thank you for lending us your time to read this, I hope you will enjoy our book, along with the other stories that will come about from the depths of our imaginations. Keep your eyes peeled, you never know what will be posted next on Words on a Page.

-Vladimir Malcolm

Short story 1

This may not be finished, an yet, it might be... I suppose we'll find out.

Introduction

I laid down, about to read a book I had been waiting for since last Friday. The hardcover novel made that sound you hear when you open a new book. I smiled and whispered to myself "Chapter One," and then the phone rang, just my luck. "Roxi, hon, can you get that?" Asked my mom, Monica Black. "Sure." I answered the phone with "Hello, this is Roxanne, to whom am I speaking?" Mom always thought it was funny how I answered the phone. She also found it funny that I brought whatever I was doing with me to the phone.

"Roxanne?!" The person on the other end said in surprise. "Gee, it's been awhile since I've talked to you. Like two years or so!" I was confused. "Who is this?" I asked, trying to sound firm. "Ha ha, it's Jason! Your brother!" I dropped the book I was holding. It the floor with a loud thud.

"Roxi, who is that?" My mom shouted from her bedroom. When I didn't answer, she came out to see what was up. I gave her the phone. "Jason." I left. I didn't talk to Jason. Not for any real reason, except that I didn't get along with him because HE WAS SO DARN ANNOYING! AND HE THOUGHT HE KNEW EVERYTHING!

I picked up my book and returned to my room.

Who we are

We are two writers who needed an outlet for our creativity. Our "names" are Vladimir Malcolm and Freya Ellerhoff. We work on everything from poems to books, sci-fi to fantasy. If you are reading this, you have either 1. accidentally stumbled apon it, or 2. you are special, and we told you. Who knows when we'll post. We don't. Our work will be displayed sooner or later. Right now we're working on a book called "Beyond the Limits of Normality". It's fantasy and we hope it will please you. That will be all, Vladimir and Freya