#writopia

[metalalia]

Ever had a day when you wanted to peace out and ride a cloud into the beyond? Lilliana is having that kind of day. Experience her tale only in Writopia Transformations, the latest mixed media story collection from Beyond Books in collaboration with @writopialab!

Download Beyond Books free for iOS: itunes.apple.com/us/app/beyond-books/id916965673?mt=8

[metalalia]

Only two days to go before we release our latest collection! Have you downloaded our app already? Make sure you're ready for Writopia Transformations on Friday 18th!

Cover art by Jarrett Csupo.

[metalalia]

We’re so excited to be releasing Writopia Transformations on August 18th! Here’s a sneak peek at the art for one of the pieces. Hope you’re looking forward to downloading it too! Make sure you have our app on your iOS device so you can experience the collection: https://itunes.apple.com/us/app/beyond-books/id916965673?mt=8

Art by the wonderful Amy Faigin.

[metalalia]

Our anthology with Writopia Lab is coming along nicely. We can’t wait for our talented contest winners to see their work published!

[missheardmedia]

Writopia student Elle shares an adorable story about girls named Lilly and their cute monster.

[tcpl-lit-mag-2016-blog]

[tcpl-lit-mag-2016-blog]

Here, Then Gone

by Lucas, age 12

He sat there on my old bed, taking in the room for a moment or two. “I missed you,” he blurted out. 

I can’t believe him. I mean, if he had missed me he would have come back. 

“Right,” I answer, sarcastically. 

“No, really,” he says, staring me in the eye. 

I glance away on the verge of tears. “You keep looking around as if you are never going to come back, I really cannot believe you when you say you want to be back,” I say angered. 

“But we haven’t seen each other since...”

“Since?,” I respond, eager to know if he will dare say it.

 “You know,” he pushes a little to get what he wants. 

“No, really, I want you to say it, come on...” 

Now I am becoming frustrated with him. 

“Well...” 

He looks up as though asking the world for help.

“Well. Well is all you can muster. We used to be friends, we used to...” I start sobbing. He stands up to comfort me, as if I’d let him. “Stay away.” 

I run out and I don’t stop till I reach the woods. I slump down against a tree, attempting to control myself. I take deep breaths and head back to the house.

“Are you ok?” asks my Mom, 

“Yeah,” I manage to croak. I walk up the rickety stairs, but when I enter the room, I find it empty other than for a note on my desk.

Dear Jane,

I’m sorry for leaving you without any information about my whereabouts. I’m so sorry, I tried getting back to you, but apparently it didn’t work. I’m leaving for Paris. Bye.

Love, Michael

And that was it, he was gone. I should have been nicer to him. I didn’t know what to do but I had a hunch I was up for an adventure.

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The Hill

by Lillian, age 13

Above the fields

Seeing everything around

Dancing there every day

Running up and down

Hiding behind the benches

Singing a hundred songs

Far above the world

Those times are now gone