Introducing Hidden Magic: The Siege!

Hidden Magic: The Siege is a fantasy book (my first in the genre) that I finished way back in 2007. It was just recently copyrighted! Hopefully this post spreads the word of the book a little, since now that it's copyrighted I can openly speak about it without having to worry about certain things--

Well, essentially, this story is about a boy by the name of Christopher Farrow who lives in the small village of Arkensdale. His father Roger, who is a soldier in the Rastean army, mysteriously disappears and after a week or so is reported as dead, without a body. Chris has a very real-feeling dream depicting his father, held captive in a dungeon, in the dead of the night and asks the local "all-knowing" priest about this. The priest reveals that it's quite likely that his dream was true, and that it was a vision. Going off of this instinct, Chris goes on a search to find Roger at the edge of the Earth, finding something very interesting about himself out along the way...

Austere on Easter Island: Chapter 1

I introduced short stories to the crowd through the introduction of "WELL...", a story that has since been 'temporarily canceled' on Facebook for other works. This is a short story I've decided to write about a character I've had ideas for for a long time, and one who may even appear in an official book of mine sooner or later! He goes by the name of Austere Clements, and he comes from an extremely kooky background. What this short story aims to achieve is to show off the character of Austere as much as possible while presenting him several strange and often random situations that will bring out the best of him and his surroundings. And now, without further ado, here's the first chapter of Austere on Easter Island!

Chapter 1

The sun shone bright and early upon the Moai statues of Easter Island. Austere Clements, a magician and ex-carnival-member, who forced himself into an exile about twenty-years back after unsaid events that need not to be known by the general public at the current moment, slowly got out of bed, laying his limbs out in a similar fashion to that of a sloth. His great red beard flew itself harshly up in his face as a breeze blew through the window he had added into the eye of the statue, which was swung wide up. Without as much as a single warning, he rolled over onto his right side, extremely close to the edge of the bed, faltered for a quick moment, and then fell from his itchy covers on the hard bed onto the cold, dirt floor below. Lifting up his eyelids calmly, and letting out a short-winded cough, he extended both arms underneath himself and pushed himself onto his feet. He faltered a bit again, but this time managed to keep his ground. Patting some of the dust off of his tattered long jeans and throwing back on his white, now near-brown, polo shirt, he walked down the rotted, spiral wooden staircase down the Moai arm and to the first story of his unique abode.

The bird lamp-clock-hybrid he had purchased back in the corners of Asia years and years back chirped to alert him that it was just about time to meet up with his friend, who also lived on Easter Island. Taking as little time as possible, he picked up his raincoat, threw it over his head in a sloppy fashion, and walked straight out the stone door he had carved into the torso of the Moai statue. Turning around to shut the door softly, he let out a yawn. It was only 6:00am! He, at his old age, usually woke up around 11am, but this was making an effort to wake up at a normal time in order to meet up with his friend before he had to fly off to Boston for what he said was just a "fun trip." Austere doubted this. He knew this friend for several decades, and while the friend stayed forever young, he was also forever the partier in the group. To Austere, this was somewhat a shame, "but then again", the old man thought to himself, "things always were a lot more interesting with a unique character." 

He kept on this thought while turning himself back around, only to have it immediately leave his mind as he jumped back closer to the stone door, nearly pushing it to the floor behind it. He let out a long scream, and his friend did the same. The boulder shuddered and then let himself float gently upward by Austere's shoulder. Tipping his bowler cap in a gentlemanly way, the boulder asked him, "What on EARTH was that for!? Have you gone insane, ya old coot?" Austere patted off more of the dust from his long jeans and replied kindly, while all the while collecting himself yet again, "No, you just startled me you ruddlebuggler, Rock." Austere's deep, clear-cut voice made the boulder shudder yet again, sending Austere into a manic laugh, exclaiming to Rock, "and you said I was the insane one!" Rock replied with a simple and quick, "shut up," and Austere did so. He knew he didn't have much time to waste. Rock was supposed to leave soon for Boston! They only had one hour left to golf over the ocean! 

Rock floated back down and rolled around in a strong circle which left it's imprint in the grass below his body, and Austere's feet, while asking his cohort why he was wearing a raincoat over his head. Austere replied in a manner typical to his interesting personality, stating simply, "Rock, it just may rain." Rock replied, "but there's no clouds for MILES! I checked!" Austere chuckled and said, "you know, I can make it rain just to prove you wrong." The boulder drew a face in the ground with a sharper edge on his body, showing a face that looked similar to "=_____=." To this, Austere just chuckled again and sat himself on top of his old buddy. "Okay, let's go golfing, friend." Rock replied with a quick "yup" and lifted the two of them slowly up into the air, afterwards taking a moment to prepare himself before flying off at extreme speeds to the Ocean Golf Course.

Facebook Notes and Short Stories

Let me start by saying that I'm no stranger to community websites. In fact, I'm on Facebook, Twitter, YouTube, and more than a few forum boards. Out of all of these places, Facebook is arguably my favorite place to be. There's so much to do with you friends and family there, and you get so many connections to people you wouldn't ever receive the opportunity to truly talk to otherwise. Not only that, but you have pictures, and you have notes. Notes, notes, notes... Would it really surprise you for me to tell you that I use Facebook notes to write short stories on occasion? Right now I even have a story going on. It goes by the name of WELL... What I'd Do If Anything Were Possible, and it's extremely random and, one may daresay, stupid. Now that I've said that, here's chapter one!

"Chapter 1

I'd time-warp back to the days the Earth was made, wave hello to all the shiny stars falling into our solar system and subsequently semi-blowing us up, do a bitta-a funky jig, and then jump back into our time and fly up and over the Great Sphinx with nothing but a toaster with ultimate toasting-toast-and-shootin

g-them-out-supersonically abilities to skyrocket myself up into the air.

Afterwards I'd go visit people from Facebook (look in the tags for who this time~) on said toaster, say YO WADDUP, get into some rich dude's limo and become a famous movie star alongside the likes of Tom Cruise in some action flick. With said action flick under my belt I shall go on to become a bigger and better star, and employ before-said Facebook friends to become stars along with me. YOU GOTTA HAVE CHOPS OR YOU WILL NOT MAKE IT!

Once I reach the point of no return in Hollywood, forever a star (;D), I'll buy some awesome mansion that can shoot itself up out of our solar system with a million of those ultimate toasting-toast-and-shooting-them-out-supersonically toasters to back it up just in case the jet turbine that runs out of flour loses its way. When out of the solar system, I will visit the far away planet of Ugradropsee where I will meet with its king. Being the famous star I am, King Ugradropsee will realize the power he can find with me and therefore appoint me to his staff. Once there, I'll turn around the planet for the better and bring the King back to Earth for a signing deal with 19 Entertainment.

From there, King Ugradropsee and I will start a radio show where we sing LIVE and we sing ONLY. No instrumental, no nothing; just King Ugradropsee and I getting down to business with amazing acapella duets to things like "Play That Funky Music" and the "Celtic Woman" soundtracks. Afterwards, we'll meet up with Ryan Seacrest who will give over his job as host of American Idol to Ugradropsee. From there, American Idol will have become Ameridropsee Idol and would host not only singing artists, but professional Etch-a-Sketch drawers from across the universe. In fact, one said act will have a middle aged Ugradropsian SINGING "Across the Universe" by the Beatles with a bagpipe in one mouth and singing in the other, all the while three Etch-a-Sketchers from Mars and Earth create this fantastical portrait of Kris Allen, whom they apparently worship.

After the final season of Ameridropsian Idol the countries of Earth, Mars, Ugradropsee and other places will throw a riot and lead the worlds into Intergalactic War I, all over a silly TV show being canceled! This will result in three generals taking forces to fight as the Taxes Empire, and five other generals taking forces to fight as the Alleys Empire against the Taxes. Only one would win, with Ugrodropsee and Earth both on the Alleys Empire's side. Who would win? Well that is something you will find out in another chapter of "WELL...""

See? Extremely random. Well, that's just one of my many sides, so I hope you enjoyed that. ;)  Keep in mind this is completely casual; in no ways do I write like this in my real books! Haha.

And so, that's the secret reason why Facebook notes are awesome: you can use 'em for short stories! The cool thing here is that I'm incorporating my friends in references through the story, and I'm tagging them as the chapters go on. Pretty cool, right?

Obligatory Introductions

Introductions, introductions, introductions... Not really sure if I'm ever good with these posts. Partly because I question what on Earth I can possibly say about myself that'd further interest you beyond certain posts, and partly because I'm extremely eager to get on with the other posts I have planned for the blog! Well, we may as well get started on this post regardless, right? My name is Jonathan Frahm, I'm 16 years-old and live in the western United States. As a hobby and career, I think of books, I write books, and I then copyright and hopefully sooner-than-later find a publisher for them.

Okay, so I said who I was in a nutshell. There's not much else to explain about me at this exact moment that's of any importance so let's move on to what the blog is about. So this blog, it's called Jonathan Frahm's Storyboard for a good reason. What's that reason? Well, at this blog, I will be writing anything and everything relating to past works and current works concerning the books that I'm writing, and perhaps even some short stories I've written posted here and there.

My hopes for the blog is that it picks up enough steam, so that I may get some sort of name out there. Right now I only have one book published, and that book would be Rocket 2032, and any extra exposure I could get would be awesome honestly; especially with four new books already on the way. I've got one of those four in the copyright already too. I have to admit however that that one may not be of as high a quality as the later three books due to the amount of growth I've experienced in my writing skills, though that being said it's still enjoyable to read, or at least I think so but it's really up to you guys on that part (inserting wink... now)!

As I get the okay for these things, you can bet your butt I'll be talking deeper and deeper into my later stories' as well. All I can say is this blog will be awesome. That is all. Thanks.

...OKAY NOW IT'S TIME FOR THE REAL COOL POSTS..

If you'd like to contact Jonathan please email him at kamazaki@rocketmail.com