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 Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 2:04 pm
Personally writing is my favorite thing on the whole planet. I like writing fantasy, I you like writing, what do you like writing? Feel free to post a sample if you wish. ^^
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 5:16 pm
OH, OH, OH, MEEEE!!!! i'm writing my own book! =D
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 5:30 pm
Ditto goes for me about writing books.
I like to write fantasy/fiction and sometimes sci-fi.
Also poetry but yeah...
A piece of my story called Combining Worlds working on finishing it and finding publication. Small snippet, the chapter's called: Jail in Zailia.
Gabby and Devin appeared in the wooded part near the front of the jail. “This is as close as we’re going to get.” Said Gabby looking at the way the jail was guarded. “Go do your Dracula thing and get it over with.” Devin said in a monotonous tone. Gabby rolled her eyes and said “Three of the six guys are vampire’s dumb a**.” She said. “That puts a damper on our relationship.” Devin said quoting Princess Bride. “What relationship? The one my foot and your a** are going to have?” she said, getting mad.
any criticism would be accepted ^^ <3
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 5:47 pm
its pretty good. It kinda reminds me a lot of a role play, though, more than a book.
here's an excerpt from my book. It's from chapter one of "Bespeak" (i'm skipping the Prologue) kinda long, i know...i couldn't choose what part to put. you don't have to read all of it:
It was a warm night. The moon was shining brightly in the sky, the scattered stars twinkling about around it. Everything was quiet in the smallest village in Vistara. Quiet and calm.
As footsteps were heard going slowly through the village, the silence was becoming less. The small inn was closed for the night. All the tiny houses were locked. The footsteps continued through the streets.
On the other side of the village, there was a meadow. The moon seemed to shine brightest on the seemingly silver grass. As the footsteps disappeared into the grass, the owner of the footsteps could be seen.
It was a girl. She had fairly long brown hair, and her green eyes shone in the moonlight. She wore a black cross on a choker, and a sword strapped to her waist. She looked about the age of a young teenager, perhaps sixteen years old. As the night proceeded, the crickets were beginning to quiet, a sign of something approaching. The girl put her hand on her sword, looking around cautiously. To the right a forest started and made a bend to in front, ahead. Nothing could be seen through the dark trees, but sounds could be heard. Twigs snapping, bushes and leaves rustling, and eventually footsteps in the grass. The moonlight on the other side of the meadow was dim, but shapes were coming into sight. The girl couldn’t see the figures clearly, so she listened. The footsteps were loud, the kind that heavy boots made. The clinging of metal entered the girl’s ears, the image of swords and arrowheads appearing in her mind. The rubbing against of cloth and flapping of loose sleeves in the breeze could also be heard. Then it hit her-bandits. It made sense to her, that bandits would come to raid a small, defenseless village like this one in the middle of the night, them being the cowards that they are. As the bandits walked further into the moonlight, the girl noticed their style of armor and blades. The only armor they wore was chest armor; their legs and part of their arms were covered in a heavy clothing, still easy to rip. The rest of their bodies were exposed. Their weapons were of the higher ranked bandits; these weapons could easily bash a person’s head in.
As the girl watched the bandits draw closer, she realized that she was completely exposed in the moonlight, and if she were to run or take a single step, the bandits would surely go after her. She didn’t care. She was strong enough to beat their asses. As the girl began to draw her sword, she heard more footsteps to her right. The same sounds. More bandits. Five in front of her and five to her right. The girl knew that if she moved from where she stood the bandits in front of her would have a clear path to the village. So she did not move.
opinions/criticism?
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 7:00 am
I do! I'm trying to write a story at the moment. I would like it to be a book, but I'll wait until I'm a bit older to do that. My avi is the main charater in the story, Emmelle Cain. 7 years ago her best friend, Flent Daughtei and his
sister, Faith went missing. They haven't been found. Now, 7 years later, Emmelle goes to Flent and Faith's home land, Gyking Zoe, where she must find them and set GZ back to right. Emmelle is an ophan but she doen't know if her parents are dead or alive, but if she follows her dreams and listens to her head and heart, she could achieve anything.
She also has magic powers in her eyes but doen't realise how powerful they are.
Please feel free to comment.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 7:14 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 7:17 am
I actually finished the story that I was writing and hope to get it published. Here's a little bit from chapter one the devil incarnate (don't be fooled, it's fantasy).
Bea was ultimately, endlessly and horribly bored. Hacking away on a stick of gum, she channel-surfed absentmindedly. Her bare feet rested on the coffee table next to her, beside her nearly empty glass of lemonade.
“Temperatures are in the hundreds and rising,” droned the weatherman.
Boring. Click.
“The Cardinals and the Jays are tied in the ninth inning,” announced the TV.
Boring. Click.
“Cristine, will you marry me?” asked some helplessly dull actor in a run-of-the-mill soap opera.
Ceaselessly boring. Click.
“Ay carumba!”
Click.
“Ahhhhhhh!”
Click.
“I’m not leaving!”
Click. The TV went dead. Sighing and throwing her head back, Bea reached for her glass. Gulping down the last few drops she groaned and got up. Gusts of cool air swept across her cheeks as she wrenched open the refrigerator. Pawing through the cheese, yogurt and health food, she eventually found the empty pitcher. Snarling she slammed it down on the counter then clutched at her throbbing wrist.
“Mark!” she screamed. Clenching her teeth, she pulled out ice and held it to her wrist. “Mark!” Sounds of car crashes and accelerating tires emanated from the living room. “Mark!” The sounds stopped to be replaced by elevator music.
“What?” her brother whined.
“Did you drink the last of the lemonade I made?” she scolded.
“Maybe.” Cows and breaking fences erupted from the other room and she knew she had lost him. Idiotic video game, this was why he had no friends. He spent his life holed up in front of a TV playing mindless video games!
Also, acfaerie, that story is AWESOME. I love the fact that it includes vampires ^^. reality-check29, yours was super cool too, very descriptive.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 7:43 am
I like to write, but I don't like showing people them. I guess I'm afraid to be criticized.... because my grammar is bad. I like writing fantasy and fiction.
And your stories are awesome!!!!
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 7:47 am
There's nothing wrong with not wanting to have people read your work, for a long time I couldn't do that either. And my grammar sux too, I depend completely on Grammar Check. ^^
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 8:16 pm
Writing=Life=42 ...so... Writing=42 I love writing. I really don't have anything final right now, but here is the prolouge to SkyeAresta was a land of magic and mistrust. The King and his neighbors were having trouble with a rouge group of citizens that refuse to abide by the King’s rule. These are the Black Doves, whom disappeared for a while when the King’s army wiped them out in a surprise attack. But, then, the King found a surprising surge of resistance in the second generation. These are the White Crows. But they are not just a rouge band of resisters: they are their own society. Out of this second generation came legends, respectable and otherwise. One of these is the legend of Skye Locke-Roseblade.
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 7:04 pm
WOW. All of these stories are so good!!
I like to write too, but I do it rather sporatically, which is bad because I am trying to work on a pseudo-memoir that is going to be my senior thesis based loosely on my college experiences and the people I have met.
There once was a short girl who lived in a small house on the corner of a small neighborhood in a small town in the middle of nowhere. She hated it there. A lot. When the opportunity for her to go away to college, she held fast to the idea that she was going to get out of this town, permanently. She goes to college in a bigger town or city out of state, though sometimes she realizes how far away she is from her friends from home. She plans to graduate on time, sell her first novel a few months after, settle down, and become a full time writer for a living. No matter where she is or who she is with, she always has her writing. She loves all her friends and is glad that all of them are a part of her life.
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 7:29 pm
I like writing. It's mostly poetry and fanfiction. My Light and Darkness Some of my poetry is on here. NovaShadows Some of my poetry is here. All of my fanfictions are here. And some of my really crappy drawings and tekteks. I'm also in the process of gathering information and planning out my own book.
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 3:52 pm
You name it I write it; short stories, books, poems, fanfiction... etc.
I have:
12 fanfictions.
13 stories (becoming books).
31 poems (more than that too because I still have to switch some from my old computer onto my new laptop).
11 quips.
a regular journal.
letters to my future (that's what I have called them).
I'm even going to college in august for Creative Writing. I figured writing is my life as it is so why not do it for a living?
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 9:51 pm
i love writing
poems, short stories & i keep a regular journal usually
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 3:06 pm
I've tried journals in the past but was never able to keep them going. That happened for a long time with stories too—they are still laying around unfinished—but now I can finish them. I'm working on a series that is sometimes as long as five or six books but that is way in the future since I'm just on the second. All other ideas are just bouncing around randomly in my head. I'd really like to get my story published but that is unrealistic, for one thing I'm too young to even be considered by most people. So while I want it published I mainly write for my own enjoyment. ^^
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