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I am pushing to get my book published. I have been editing my first chapters, but so far I need more work. I tried hard and hard to get that book perfectly done. I need help editing this whole book. It is 30 chapters long. Once I get that book edited, I will then self publish it.

My plot: In the far future, where humans and extraterrestrial beings thrive across the Milky Way Galaxy, a boy named Alexander is born with incredible strength, speed, agility, and a mind of a thousand scholars. He knows what his traits and abilities are, but the one thing he doesn't know is his origin. He begins his search for answers with the help of his protector, Alice, and A.I. friend, Alpha.

An empire of notorious killing machines, known as the Threshers, seeks to destroy all life. They invade and destroy countless colonies as indestructible soldiers. Their hope is for their A.I. leader to seek control over the Universe. Just when all civilizations stand against this terrible galactic threat, Alexander finds out he's a hybrid descendant of humanity and one of the galaxy's oldest and noblest races, the Spacers. Can his link to the godlike Spacers of mythology be the key to end the war? If he is, can he accept his destiny?

Do any of you have stories that you want edited? I can edit your stories and you can edit mine. Critique for Critique. Please? Thanks!

Hybrid, Prologue: The Last Battle
Prologue:
The Last Battle
  In a room filled with glowing crystals, a tyrian reptilian man, Seiton, sat in his high throne engraved with gargoyles. He held a glass map of the Milky Way Galaxy. Black shades covered nearly all the map.
  Only this star system, Navi was highlighted blue. He touched that star for interface and an image of planet Okma flickered above the map. This planet had native ships flying around it like bees warning each other of danger.
  “Spacers,” the man spoke. “All your worlds are destroyed by my touch. Your corpses are disintegrated by my footsteps. You don’t stand a chance in the universe. Now, my Titan Empire has become my galaxy against your world. You will all perish.”
  A spiky armored-Titan entered the room. “Lord Seiton, my men are ready.”
  His throne creaked as Seiton turned to the soldier and smiled. “Excellent, activate the relay and set our course to Okma. It is time the Spacers


Hybrid, Chapter 1: The Child
Chapter 1:
Alexander
June 12, 2343
   On the deck of a large tree house in the Chartorla rainforest, Helen’s eight year old son Alexander sat on her lap. His ocean blue eyes stared blankly as he was awed by the twinkling stars in the night sky. Helen stroked his spiky white hair. Helen looked at the sky for a second and sighed sadly. She looked away as the sky reminded her of someone she lost.
    “Mother, what’s wrong?” he asked her.
    “I’m tired,” Helen lied. “I think it’s time to go to bed.”
    The boy nodded as she took him to his bedroom. They walked around his wooden toys scattered all over the floor. His closet opened with a tunic hanging on the door. Cool air blew through his window Helen folded the blankets open and he jumped into bed.
    "The night sky is so beautiful," her son as he was tucked in.
    "It is," Helen agreed.
    "What is up the


Hybrid, Chapter 2: The Prophet
Chapter 2:
The Prophet
June 14, 2343
    Alexander woke early that morning. He lay in bed motionless as he saw the star Vega rose from the horizon. Getting out of his bed slowly, he popped his head out the window. Looking up the hills, he wondered where the Jardi Meadow could be. He retreated to his bed to think. How can I get there if my mother wouldn’t allow me?
    A knock was heard from his door. “Alexander, are you awake?”
    Alexander did not answer.
    His mother crept the door open and poked her head in. “Are you alright?”
    He opened his eyes as he had pretended he was asleep. “I’m still tired Mother. I couldn’t sleep last night.”
    “Is it because of that nightmare?” she asked.
    He nodded.
    “Alright then, I’ll let you rest for a while until you’re better,” she said. “Are you hungry?”
I am pushing to get my book published. I have been editing my first chapters, but so far I need more work. I tried hard and hard to get that book perfectly done. I need help editing this whole book. It is 30 chapters long. Once I get that book edited, I will then self publish it.

My plot: In the far future, where humans and extraterrestrial beings thrive across the Milky Way Galaxy, a boy named Alexander is born with incredible strength, speed, agility, and a mind of a thousand scholars. He knows what his traits and abilities are, but the one thing he doesn't know is his origin. He begins his search for answers with the help of his protector, Alice, and A.I. friend, Alpha.

An empire of notorious killing machines, known as the Threshers, seeks to destroy all life. They invade and destroy countless colonies as indestructible soldiers. Their hope is for their A.I. leader to seek control over the Universe. Just when all civilizations stand against this terrible galactic threat, Alexander finds out he's a hybrid descendant of humanity and one of the galaxy's oldest and noblest races, the Spacers. Can his link to the godlike Spacers of mythology be the key to end the war? If he is, can he accept his destiny?

Do any of you have stories that you want edited? I can edit your stories and you can edit mine. Critique for Critique. Please? Thanks!

Here is the link to the first chapters:
Hybrid, Prologue: The Last Battle
Prologue:
The Last Battle
  In a room filled with glowing crystals, a tyrian reptilian man, Seiton, sat in his high throne engraved with gargoyles. He held a glass map of the Milky Way Galaxy. Black shades covered nearly all the map.
  Only this star system, Navi was highlighted blue. He touched that star for interface and an image of planet Okma flickered above the map. This planet had native ships flying around it like bees warning each other of danger.
  “Spacers,” the man spoke. “All your worlds are destroyed by my touch. Your corpses are disintegrated by my footsteps. You don’t stand a chance in the universe. Now, my Titan Empire has become my galaxy against your world. You will all perish.”
  A spiky armored-Titan entered the room. “Lord Seiton, my men are ready.”
  His throne creaked as Seiton turned to the soldier and smiled. “Excellent, activate the relay and set our course to Okma. It is time the Spacers


Hybrid, Chapter 1: The Child
Chapter 1:
Alexander
June 12, 2343
   On the deck of a large tree house in the Chartorla rainforest, Helen’s eight year old son Alexander sat on her lap. His ocean blue eyes stared blankly as he was awed by the twinkling stars in the night sky. Helen stroked his spiky white hair. Helen looked at the sky for a second and sighed sadly. She looked away as the sky reminded her of someone she lost.
    “Mother, what’s wrong?” he asked her.
    “I’m tired,” Helen lied. “I think it’s time to go to bed.”
    The boy nodded as she took him to his bedroom. They walked around his wooden toys scattered all over the floor. His closet opened with a tunic hanging on the door. Cool air blew through his window Helen folded the blankets open and he jumped into bed.
    "The night sky is so beautiful," her son as he was tucked in.
    "It is," Helen agreed.
    "What is up the



Hybrid, Chapter 2: The Prophet
Chapter 2:
The Prophet
June 14, 2343
    Alexander woke early that morning. He lay in bed motionless as he saw the star Vega rose from the horizon. Getting out of his bed slowly, he popped his head out the window. Looking up the hills, he wondered where the Jardi Meadow could be. He retreated to his bed to think. How can I get there if my mother wouldn’t allow me?
    A knock was heard from his door. “Alexander, are you awake?”
    Alexander did not answer.
    His mother crept the door open and poked her head in. “Are you alright?”
    He opened his eyes as he had pretended he was asleep. “I’m still tired Mother. I couldn’t sleep last night.”
    “Is it because of that nightmare?” she asked.
    He nodded.
    “Alright then, I’ll let you rest for a while until you’re better,” she said. “Are you hungry?”
Chapter 2:
The Prophet

June 14, 2343

    Alexander woke early that morning. He lay in bed motionless as he saw the star Vega rose from the horizon. Getting out of his bed slowly, he popped his head out the window. Looking up the hills, he wondered where the Jardi Meadow could be. He retreated to his bed to think. How can I get there if my mother wouldn’t allow me?

    A knock was heard from his door. “Alexander, are you awake?”

    Alexander did not answer.

    His mother crept the door open and poked her head in. “Are you alright?”

    He opened his eyes as he had pretended he was asleep. “I’m still tired Mother. I couldn’t sleep last night.”

    “Is it because of that nightmare?” she asked.

    He nodded.

    “Alright then, I’ll let you rest for a while until you’re better,” she said. “Are you hungry?”

    He shook his head.

    “Get some more rest.” She blew him a kiss and closed his door.

    Alexander waited an hour before slipping out of bed. Knowing he would be traveling deep into the jungle, he packed a couple of containers of water in a leather bag. He poked his head out of the window again and his mother was nowhere around. This might be my chance to sneak out, he thought. He climbed out of the window, onto a tree branch, and slowly slid down the trunk.

**********

    Making sure he didn’t make a sound, he stepped around twigs and leaves, and made it to a dirt path. The sun rose from the west, so he followed that direction. An hour had passed and the path became thick with curtains of water-filled flower vines. He tripped over some of the vines and the trapped water showered him. It was warm and quickly evaporated from his clothes as the sun hit him..

    Alexander stumbled upon three wooden signs at the start of a forked path. The right one read, “To Mount Teren.” The middle one read, “To Xengas River.” But the third and left sign caught his eyes, reading, “To Jardi Meadow.” He quickly sprinted down the path believing he would get to the meadow.

    He stopped when he found footprints with four toes and a thick back toe, made by a Cobain. He thought, could those footprints been have made by the Prophet? Hot on the trail, he followed to see where those footprints went to. He cut through boulder-sized leaves that blocked his path. An army of purple ants scattered across and he waited until it was safe to continue. He had been on the trail for a few hours, but to him it felt like it was only.

    Finally, he came upon a field covered with red and blue flowers six feet tall. Strawberries and coconut fragrance mixed into the air. This has to be the meadow, he thought. As he walked through the meadow, he found a stone staircase that went up the slope of a steep hill. As he ran up the stairs, he got to the top of the hill. There was a small wooden hut with tall palm trees around it. He walked nervously as he was about to knock on the door. Chills ran down his spine. He shook as he knocked the door a couple of times.

    Nothing happened. He knocked again and an elderly Cobain woman answered. She shook with surprised to see him. “Alexander?”

    He froze in fear as she knew his name.

    She put her hands up. "Don't worry, I don't mean you any harm."

    "Are you a prophet?" Alexander asked.

    She nodded. “I am. Is your mother around?”

    He shook his head. “No, I came here all by myself.”

    "You traveled all this way alone?” Her mouth hung open. “Why is she not with you?”

    "My mother won’t tell me what I am,” said Alexander.  “I was hoping you might know.”

    “You should never come here alone. Your mother might be worried to death,” she warned. “Come with me.”

    Alexander followed her inside the hut. At the back there was an opening of a cave with more dripping vines hanging down. A torch hung at the side of the cave and the Prophet held it and they walked down the stairs. Alexander walked slowly to avoid slipping on the wet stairs. Spiders crawled on the walls and he cringed when he saw them.

    They got to the bottom of the stairs and walked down a corridor and went inside a metallic chamber. Around the room were broken computer screens and panels hanging from the ceiling. At the center of the chamber was a blue glowing crystal ball. Alexander looked around nervously. The Prophet hovered her hands over the crystal.

    “What is that?” Alexander asked.

    The Prophet explained. “This orb holds the memory of our gods. They came to our world from the heavens and created us. They raised us to build a civilization, but they all vanished from the fire in the heavens.”

    “The fire in the heavens? You mean there was an actual fire up there?”

    “Yes. The fire consumed the gods and only stars are now left. Many priests believed that demons would break out of their prison in the Underworld and slaughter us all to recreate the heavens. As the demons would return, one surviving god would emerge from the gods’ ashes and unleash incredible power against the demons. Finally, the peace in the heavens would be restored.”

    “What does this have to do with me?”

    “I am unsure, but I believe if I show you the memories, you may know.”
 
    “What do I need to do?”

    "You place your one hand on the orb, and I will place mine on to it as well. Then my other would be on your head and we see the future. Are you ready?"

    Alexander nodded. He put his hand on the orb and so did the Prophet. He closed his eyes and found himself in a city. The sky blackened as large ships blocked the sunlight, throwing fireballs down to the surface. The ground shook and everything caught fire. An army of demons landed and started shooting at everyone. Innocents ran down the street as soldiers stayed behind to fend off the demons.

   Then he opened his eyes and let go of the orb. He shook as if he had been stuck out in the cold. His eyes widened by the horror of the vision. “What is this? Why are you showing this to me?”

    “Alexander, you only saw a glimpse of what we would face in the future,” said the Prophet.

    “No!” he shouted. “This can’t be true!”

    The Prophet stated, “There is more to the future that you have to know.”

    “No!” he shouted. “I don’t want to see more of it!”

    He ran up the stairs and sprinted out of the cave. He ran past the hut and through the meadow. Then he heard someone calling his name. It turned out to be his mother. Following her voice through the jungle, he found his mother at a creek.

    “Mother!” Alexander ran to hold her.

    “Alexander!” his mother held him tightly. “What are you doing all alone here?”

    “I found the Prophet,” he cried. “I saw our future.”

    “You what?” she raised his eyebrows. “You were not supposed to!”

    “I wanted to know what I am,” he said still shaking. “The Prophet showed me a horrifying future of demons killing us all.”

    Nadnerb and the Prophet met up with the two of them. His mother shouted, "What did you do?"

    "I only showed him a glimpse of the future,” the Prophet said. “But I was going to show him more.”

    "I saw the end of us! We are all going to get killed by demons!" Alexander shouted.

    Alexander looked up and his mother’s face was filled with horror. She held him tightly as they remembered his nightmare. He thought this was his future. He shook, now believing they would die.

   "What can we do? Are we going to die?" he cried.

   "No, we are not going to die. The demons are not coming after us soon,” Nadnerb stated and turned to the Prophet. “Right?”

   Birds stopped chirping and the jungle fell silent. The sky blackened. Everyone stood frozen like statues. Alexander literally felt his heart and lungs stopped. He could have sworn it was the clouds passing by. Then he heard clasps of thunder, explosions, and zips from the sky. Inch by inch, he looked up and there was a fleet of warring ships raining fire down to the ground.

    Noremac and her priests hurried to the meadow. Alexander and his mother stepped back as they had no idea what was going on. The priests’ robes were torn and covered in dirt and blood. They stopped running and bent down to catch their breaths.

    "What is happening?” he asked as he was looking at the ships.

    Noremac got back up and shouted. “Helen, we must have Alexander away from this world!”

    "What’s happening?!” Alexander shouted.

    "You have to get up and your son to safety,” Noremac warned the group. “The future we have predicted for so many years, this storm has arrived.”

   Nadnerb turned to Alexander’s mother. “Helen, get back to your home and grab as many things as you two need!”

   “And meet us back at my hut!” the Prophet added.

   “Come on!” his mother grabbed Alexander’s hand as they ran back home.
Hybrid, Chapter 2: The Prophet
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Hey guys,

Last month I have been using this website called Scribophile where you get to post your writing and readers critique for you. But it would not let you post chapters unless you receive 5 points. But those critiques that too darn long to make. When you do one critique you dont get a lot of points. One point for like one story. You do more critiques than you do posting your own story and it seems unfair. There has to be a faster way to edit my story. What do you guys think of Scribophile?
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  • Listening to: Amaranthe
  • Reading: Marvel Civil War
  • Watching: Retrospect DVD
  • Playing: Boss Monster
  • Eating: Pea Soup
  • Drinking: Iced Coffee
Well guys, it is going to be a good 2016 I hope. I believed I have done so many things that I accomplished in 2015. It was a great year. There are so many things I am happy about 2015.

1. Skiing for free: I hadn't skied for 10 years and I got to learn how to ski down at Mount Sunapee. I worked at the mountain as a night cleaner and it was nice. It was not customer service like Hell's Store or Dunkin Donuts. Free skiing was the only thing I liked about that job.

2. Buying a new car: My blazer was crappy, but I was about to get a new car at a yard sale for 2400 and got it fixed. It is newer and runs on gas better.

3. Getting a job as a Paraprofessional
: I love this job! I got to help with children. I get along with the principle. I am learning new things everyday. I get to have a lot of fun while working. Working as a Paraprofessional makes me want to become a science teacher.

4. Got to celebrate New Years Eve with my best friend: I am usually alone on New Year's Eve because I had no one to party to. But my best friend was around town and I got to hangout with him. We drank, played games, and even hung out with his other friends in a hot tub.

5. Stayed one year as a Metalhead: Discovering Amaranthe on December 2014 changed my life forever and I am dead serious. Listening to their song called The Nexus, I got hooked. They inspired me to listen to other metal bands such as Epica, Nightwish, Arch Enemy, Kamelot, Sabaton, The Agonist, Slipknot, Delain, Leah, Leave's Eyes and so many more. Listening to metal got me more confident in my life. I became a better skier and was able to ski at the steepest and most challenging ski trail on the mountain. I kept skiing everyday all winter as I love to listen to them. I went to so many concerts and got to see them perform.

6. Wrote a letter to Simone Simons
: I wanted to see Epica but I couldn't because I just started my new job as a Paraprofessional. So I wrote a letter to Simone Simons, the lead vocalist of Epica. My friend, John went to the Epica concert and meet her. She got the letter and already read it. I am so happy that she was able to get my letter and read it. I left my return address in case she would write back to me. John got to get a picture with her for the first time as well. I want to meet Simone Simons so bad and tell her she is an Angel and her concert is Heaven! I want her to take my hand if I die and guide me to Heaven. (Ok, I made that part up! lol)

7. Meeting Elize Ryd, the greatest singer in the world: Elize, oh my god, she is super wonderful. I got to see Amaranthe for the first time in May 2015. Oh my god, meeting her for the first time was breathtaking! When the Amaranthe show was over, I waited for an hour for the band to come out and greet me. I was literally dying because I was singing and headbanging and cheering off the top of my lungs. When she saw me, she was jumping up and down with excitement and waving to me as if she is my fan. I was not expecting that. She told me I was amazing even though she was more amazing than me. I told her, "You are the greatest singer in the world!" She then said, "Thank you! That means so much to me!" I got my picture taken with her. I love her because she is very talented, great dancer, very beautiful, does not perform mainstream music, and she can actually sing. Most importantly, she is the world's greatest role model! Last November, I saw Amaranthe again and she remembered me. I did not expect her to remember me, but she did. I got two hugs from her that day. I want to see her again and again. I just can't get enough.

Here are things I want to happen on 2016:

1. Exercise more often
2. Seeing Arch Enemy and Epica and more bands
3. Hoping to meet Simon Simons and/or Alissa White Gluz
4. Learn to metal scream
5. Apply to go to UVEI to become a science teacher
6. Continue working as a Paraprofessional
7. Get the girl of my dreams
8. Finish publishing my book
9. Take the tests
10. Ski more
11. Stop eating sweets
12. Make more metal friends
13. Get Amaranthe's new album

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Brendan Clement
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Hey everyone! I am Brendan also known as Bclement117. I am a science fiction writer writing my own science fiction novel called Hybrid. I have been working on this story for such a long time. I have been bringing this story to life by writing it and posting these chapters to this website. After I finish writing this book, I will publish it and write more books in this series. This is for all you fans that love sci fi and fantasy. Please feel free to read the first chapters of my novel. I am open to any comments and suggestions! Enjoy!

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Hey guys,

Last month I have been using this website called Scribophile where you get to post your writing and readers critique for you. But it would not let you post chapters unless you receive 5 points. But those critiques that too darn long to make. When you do one critique you dont get a lot of points. One point for like one story. You do more critiques than you do posting your own story and it seems unfair. There has to be a faster way to edit my story. What do you guys think of Scribophile?

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