#whitecoffeywriting

[whitecoffey]

Two years ago today, I got my novella published!!!

[whitecoffey]

My book is currently on Amazon for $0.99 I finally found out how to change the contract to lower the price

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THIS IS THE SUMMARY OF MY BOOK

Everyone knows the story of Adam and Eve, where Eve eats of the fruit of the knowledge of good and evil and then has Adam eat of the fruit which causes God to become incredibly angry and banish them from the garden. Imagine though a world where that never happened. Yes, God spent the seven days and created the world, man and woman, and all the other animals, however in this world, Eve never ate of the fruit. An Alternate universe if you will. Where everyone who ever existed in this universe exists there. This is the story of Donati. A woman who was born in the Garden of Eden.

http://www.amazon.com/Alternate-Morgan-Coffey-ebook/dp/B0125U3NV0/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1437448369&sr=8-1&keywords=alternate+by+morgan+coffey

[whitecoffey]

So one of my goals I made when I was sixteen was to have something of mine published before I turned 22. I am almost 22 and although I have a lot of writings, a lot of stories none of it has been published. I’m kind of in a sore spot about this. If y‘all could help me out in anyway, please do. You can find some of my writing under the “whitecoffeywriting” tag. Just to get a feel of my writing style

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I'm writing a new story

So who wants a sneak peak to a story I'm writing? let me know in my inbox if you're interested

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So here are the other crappy haikus i wrote

1.Changing into good Coming out of the darkness Metamorphosis 2. Waking from the dead Becoming something brand new Goodbye to old me

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Okay so here is the deal, because my parents made $1,000 more than they made last year (which is not a lot for an entire year, folks) I lost a scholarship from the government that paid for my textbooks. So, that puts me in a difficult situation. So I have applied for a scholarship where i'm suppose to write a haiku that captures the essence of what metamorphosis means to me. Now, Haikus are not my strong point when it comes to my poetry, so I highly doubt it will win the category of best written, but there is a winning category for most votes. If ya'll could please just vote for this, it would mean so much to me! Do I need to mention the fluffy chicken? If you want to help, just click the link above and vote for it! Thank you so much!!!

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SICKHOUSE PART TWELVE!!! (CONCLUSION)

She snapped her fingers and a glass of chocolate milk appeared as she demonstrated what she had just told me. She handed the glass over to me. I drank it slowly. I will never grow out of the taste of chocolate milk.  I finished the glass and I didn’t quite know what to do with it, but the lady snapped her fingers and the glass vanished from within my grasp.

            “Let’s go over your future schedule.”

            “Okay.” I was incredibly interested to know what this lady did every day when she had the ability to roam the entire sickhouse. She pointed to a dial on the panel.

            “You have an alarm that will wake you up, but you are the alarm to everyone else. You start with the cooks, and then the scientists and teachers, they are on the same dial. Afterwards, you wake up the youngest and to the oldest.” She made sure I was watching her before continuing. “You simply spin this to the correct setting, and then you push this button to wake them up.

            “Ma’am, but how do I have enough time to go through and say everyone’s names and wake them up every day?”

            “It’s simple, you don’t. The name of the child is programmed into the building at their birth. When you push the button, it alerts the building to say the child or adult’s  name until it senses that the child or adult is out of bed.” My mind went to how many times my name was said throughout my room until I was out of bed and had either been rewarded with breakfast or punished for not getting out quickly enough. All this time I thought it was the lady herself, but it was the building mimicking her voice and soon it would be mimicking my own voice. “Do you understand, Alaina?” I nodded my head to show my understanding and she walked away from the control panel. “Good, follow me then.” She snapped her fingers and a door appeared. We exited her bedroom soon to be my own and walked down the corridor. We took a left and she opened the door that seemed to come out of nowhere although she did not snap.

            Inside this room where men with white lab coats sitting at tables seeming to be looking at screens that I could see through. Some of them had codes on them and some had pictures of little children on them. One man came up to us. “Ma’am, here is a list of immunes. They start with the letter A and go through the letter N. We have made lots of progress with them, and they are now at your disposal.” The lady looked at me and then followed the man to a table, beckoning me to stay at the door that I was not yet ready to hear the rest of the news. I did my best to listen from where I was standing.

            “Disposal is exactly what we will do then. We do not want them contaminating the sick.” I was not sure if I heard correctly. I was far away and my mind was inserting words that I thought belonged with the rest that I was sure that I did hear. Dispose of the immune? Wasn’t the purpose of this entire sickhouse to make everyone in the future immune? I started looking around the room, and then I saw him. My son, was on screen with the word looking stamped over his image. “Immune.” I could not have my son killed after I worked so hard to name him something I did not want him dying at a young age under. The screen must have belonged to the man that was talking to the lady because it was not being monitored. I went up to it and saw the button I needed right away. I clicked it and my son’s image reappeared with the word “diseased” stamped over it. I made my way back to the door lucky that the lady did not notice my movements. She returned to my left side and smiled at me. “Okay, Alaina, our work is done in here.”  She nodded to the man who she had been talking to just moments ago and we exited the obvious lab of death and not a cure. I followed her for the rest of the day. Her at my left and I at her right. We just walked around the building. Sometimes getting on a moving floor that reminded me of the day I met Adam. We stopped at a kitchen and ate with the chefs that had cooked for me my entire life.  We finally arrived back to her room. She fell asleep before me. That is when I had my chance, and I did the only thing that could save my child’s and the rest of the children’s lives. I awoke everyone myself the next morning so everything would seem routine, but I was unable to snap to make the doors appear. I suppose I should have thought that part through. Hours passed and then a door appeared. Men walked in and saw the sight of their dead boss. They knew that it was of my doing right away and they decided my fate.

            The men in white coats walked me down the corridor. The doors leading to the outside were getting closer and closer. “Goodbye, Alaina, darling,” the man although now looked aged, his voice triggered the memory of Elliot. I did not name Parkour after that little boy in hopes that he would not die the way he had. The way I was about to. My thoughts went to how I did not follow Elliot outside out of fear of death, oh how the fates have laughed at me. And of all places my mind went to Disney World. The doors were opened and I was surrounded with green, the color of death. I inhaled.

Dear reader,

            Although the hero might not always seem to win, that is no reason not to try. Alaina lost her life, but as a martyr for a cause she believed in. She was able to hide the fact her son was immune, and he shall grow to reproduce, and that my friends, is a start to a new beginning.