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Smells Like Fangirl
[ for a mind is a terrible thing ]
24 December 2009 @ 04:58 pm
24 December 2009 @ 06:03 pm
First chapter up! I apologize in advance - still in the un-beta'ed stage. Still looking for a beta-reader somewhere... As usual, critiques and comments are love :)
Happy holidays to everyone!
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Mood Swing: 
mellow
mellowDance, Dance: random christmas songs
23 December 2009 @ 09:21 pm
Title: Bees
Rating: T
Genre: Fantasy/Sci-Fi
Warnings: Bi-lingual swearing and spontaneous combustion
Joyeux Noël et Bonne Année mon amis
http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2750337/3/
Rating: T
Genre: Fantasy/Sci-Fi
Warnings: Bi-lingual swearing and spontaneous combustion
Joyeux Noël et Bonne Année mon amis
http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2750337/3/
23 December 2009 @ 01:25 pm
Jordan's been asleep since 10:00. Curled up on the couch like a stray dog wearing baggy sweats, she's the kind of stray dog you'd gladly take home from the parking lot at Wiggly Foods without a second thought. Or a first thought, even. It'd be take-home autopilot, something you'd respond to without thinking.
"Hop in, girl," you'd say, and let her ride shotgun in the cab of Gloria, nose wind-surfing out the half-down window of the rusting, '87 Ford F-150 you got when Uncle Leddy kicked the bucket for the third and final time.
"Gloria -- this is," you'd say in introduction, "... what's your name, again?" She'd look at you with those lonesome, winsome, distant-close, warm-you-to-the-bone eyes. "Take me home, Big Boy," her slow, blue eyes would say, "we don't need words to interact."
And you'd obey. You'd do whatever those eyes asked, as long as you could let this feeling linger on. Because, somehow, in the genus of her own, non-ape indie world, she made you species jump and feel human.
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20091223 11:07 Wed (658 words)
"Hop in, girl," you'd say, and let her ride shotgun in the cab of Gloria, nose wind-surfing out the half-down window of the rusting, '87 Ford F-150 you got when Uncle Leddy kicked the bucket for the third and final time.
"Gloria -- this is," you'd say in introduction, "... what's your name, again?" She'd look at you with those lonesome, winsome, distant-close, warm-you-to-the-bone eyes. "Take me home, Big Boy," her slow, blue eyes would say, "we don't need words to interact."
And you'd obey. You'd do whatever those eyes asked, as long as you could let this feeling linger on. Because, somehow, in the genus of her own, non-ape indie world, she made you species jump and feel human.
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20091223 11:07 Wed (658 words)
22 December 2009 @ 04:17 pm
This is my very first entry to any lj community EVER, so critiques and comments are very much welcome :)
Title: Chalcedony Series - First Book: Four Seasons
Genre: Fantasy, Adventure, Drama, Mystery, Romance(?)
Format: novel
Rating: T
Warning: (in current chapter) mention of nation violence
Summary: (story) In the land of Zenobyie, where the Kingdoms are isolated, alienated, hidden or ruined, there is a child of the lost Element that will bring Light to his home.
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21 December 2009 @ 03:27 pm
Greetings, literary livejournal! Currently, I only wish to be known as Corvidaen. I've been writing for a very long time, but have only taken it seriously in the past few years. I'm working on a fantasy series at present, and hope to print the first part in late Spring/early Summer. I usually do epic, eccentric time-space plots, but the story below is my one and only successful attempt at something shorter. Enjoy (:
Note: This is pretty much finished. I simply fail at formatting.
Title: The Wailing Cat
Length: 1798 words
Rating: General audiences
Warnings: Nothing of the usual, but I must inform you that it's loosely based off a dream and, therefore, is quite strange.
( The world was dark and cold, with a strange mix of primitive, muddy alleyways and skyscrapers shining brightly... )
Note: This is pretty much finished. I simply fail at formatting.
Title: The Wailing Cat
Length: 1798 words
Rating: General audiences
Warnings: Nothing of the usual, but I must inform you that it's loosely based off a dream and, therefore, is quite strange.
( The world was dark and cold, with a strange mix of primitive, muddy alleyways and skyscrapers shining brightly... )
Mood Swing: cheerful
cheerfulDance, Dance: Black Mirror - Arcade Fire
20 December 2009 @ 08:05 pm
Dance, Dance: Fireflies - Owl City
20 December 2009 @ 05:38 pm
Every once in a while I'm struck with a novel idea that I'll write down, but as soon as I start writing it/ putting more work into it I start to lose interest for some reason. I'm not quite sure how to remedy this problem but it has made it impossible to complete NaNoWriMo each time I have tried it. Recently I came up with a novel idea but this one is just a regular romantic fiction, no fantasy or anything so I may lose interest in it even faster than normal. Anyway, here's the idea, I just want to know if anyone would be interested in it.
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20 December 2009 @ 04:16 pm
Short Story- No title as of yet
Post-Apocalyptic New York (I've never been to New York, which may become evident)
Sounds suspiciously like a detective story from the 50's.
First draft or whatever, based on the prompt to include:
New York, a child, a convict, a photograph, and a poem
( I sat on a metal bench at 42nd and B-way. Times Square. The City. Thirty years after total destruction and things still haven't improved. I puffed the last drag off a cigarette and flicked it under my foot. I was waiting for someone. This was my job. )
20 December 2009 @ 01:09 pm
"How could you say such a thing!" she said loudly.
I felt sick. I thought, even if she doesn't have a career in opera, she could easily become a soap star. I wondered if she ever used soap. Her skin was always slightly oily. Maybe she'd been up all night rehearsing this and that's why she didn't seem to have taken a shower today. Actually, I thought, she's probably just lazy.
Anyway, the way she spoke to me, at any moment I expected to find out she had been having an affair with my evil twin. I thought that this was too much drama for a coffee house and that the conversation should sound slightly more intellectual.
"But don't you see what a problem that is? I mean, if you only try to see the good in people, how can you make moral judgments? How can you decide who to trust and who not to trust? I mean, if you just... ignore things you consider unpleasant, isn't that a lie? Aren't you lying to yourself, then? Then, I mean, you could meet Saddam Hussein and just be like, 'I think he's a nice guy, I like his beard and I like how dedicated he is to his position and how he fights for what he believes in.' Do you understand?"
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I felt sick. I thought, even if she doesn't have a career in opera, she could easily become a soap star. I wondered if she ever used soap. Her skin was always slightly oily. Maybe she'd been up all night rehearsing this and that's why she didn't seem to have taken a shower today. Actually, I thought, she's probably just lazy.
Anyway, the way she spoke to me, at any moment I expected to find out she had been having an affair with my evil twin. I thought that this was too much drama for a coffee house and that the conversation should sound slightly more intellectual.
"But don't you see what a problem that is? I mean, if you only try to see the good in people, how can you make moral judgments? How can you decide who to trust and who not to trust? I mean, if you just... ignore things you consider unpleasant, isn't that a lie? Aren't you lying to yourself, then? Then, I mean, you could meet Saddam Hussein and just be like, 'I think he's a nice guy, I like his beard and I like how dedicated he is to his position and how he fights for what he believes in.' Do you understand?"
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20 December 2009 @ 10:52 am
I found this community while I was searching for a new writing community since the NaNoWriMo community kind of died after NaNoWriMo ended. So, my name is Mary or Moo, whatever, I'm ~17. I write fiction. I'm nearly done with my NaNoWriMo novel.
Here's a sample of my work. It's a short story and not nearly as cheesy as it sounds. Feedback is much appreciated!
( Love at First Sight )
Here's a sample of my work. It's a short story and not nearly as cheesy as it sounds. Feedback is much appreciated!
( Love at First Sight )
Standing Still: my computer chair
Dance, Dance: Weezer - My Name Is Jonas
20 December 2009 @ 01:15 am
Title: Tchaikovsky Chocolate
Rating: PG-13
Chapters: 7 Akts
Genre: Romance, Slice of Life, Drama, Books, Classical Music.
Summary: "Olivia Benbow is the owner of a bookshop/library on Earlham Street, named "Tchaikovsky Chocolate". Her everyday life implies the art of knowledge and the books that she sells or borrows, of how she sweetens the customers with her handmade chocolate and inquire a hint of love for classical music, together with the playfulness of her pet own Tawny. But at the end of one late autumn day, her usual customers are put into shade by a mysterious man, who spends one hour in her shop without buying anything, but decides in the end to take the most expensive volume collection by Shakespeare. And it does not remain the only day of his strange visit, for he comes tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, until Olivia is curious enough to befriend him, and find out more about him." ( Tchaikovsky Chocolate - Akt IV - Trepak )
Rating: PG-13
Chapters: 7 Akts
Genre: Romance, Slice of Life, Drama, Books, Classical Music.
Summary: "Olivia Benbow is the owner of a bookshop/library on Earlham Street, named "Tchaikovsky Chocolate". Her everyday life implies the art of knowledge and the books that she sells or borrows, of how she sweetens the customers with her handmade chocolate and inquire a hint of love for classical music, together with the playfulness of her pet own Tawny. But at the end of one late autumn day, her usual customers are put into shade by a mysterious man, who spends one hour in her shop without buying anything, but decides in the end to take the most expensive volume collection by Shakespeare. And it does not remain the only day of his strange visit, for he comes tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, until Olivia is curious enough to befriend him, and find out more about him."
19 December 2009 @ 02:54 pm
If you live in the U.S. or Canada and are in grades K-12, you can submit to one of Creative Communications' contests. They have one for poetry and one for very short essays, the themes of which are announced on the site. It's a great way to get a foot in the door, something to add to your writer's resume. Submission is free and done over the Internet on an easy-to-use form accessible from the website. The anthologies are worth the $30 or so that they cost. They're nicely printed hardcovers.
Here's the site: http://poeticpower.com
( Testimonial )
Here's the site: http://poeticpower.com
( Testimonial )
19 December 2009 @ 01:01 pm
Just wanted to remind everyone about ficathon go Here to sign up... you get a prompt after giving one of your own and you get 3 months to write a story that is 3000+ words... I'd love everyone to sign up... theres the potiential to get a snazzy new banner... if you have any questions comment or email at officathon@gmail.com.
19 December 2009 @ 08:53 pm
Current writing theme: Chevelle-Forfeit Warning: This chapter has not seen a beta read yet 
Title: TOUCHED
Summary: Leah has always known she was different, it was hard not too when you see things that people normally don't. Not to mention, her family has a knack for disappearing...and ending up in the crazy house.When her mother disappeared from her locked bedroom on her ninth birthday, Leah knew whoever was after them meant business. After almost nine years of keeping her head down, one new student threatens her silence.
TOUCHED-14Save the What Now?
I didn’t even have a chance to complete my ‘wha—?’ before I was tackled. We hit the ground and slid over the lemon-scented hardwood floors into the hallway. I experienced a flash of wonderment on how clean the floor was before pain chased the thought away. You gotta be kidding me! I caught a quick flash of red and rolled the same direction as the elbow that was heading toward my right temple and gathered my legs underneath me in a not so graceful scramble. The various things in my bag dug onto my back and I gritted my teeth against the throbbing on my lower back. “What the hell?”
Read more: http://leahcurran.livejour
Summary: Leah has always known she was different, it was hard not too when you see things that people normally don't. Not to mention, her family has a knack for disappearing...and ending up in the crazy house.When her mother disappeared from her locked bedroom on her ninth birthday, Leah knew whoever was after them meant business. After almost nine years of keeping her head down, one new student threatens her silence.
TOUCHED-14Save the What Now?
I didn’t even have a chance to complete my ‘wha—?’ before I was tackled. We hit the ground and slid over the lemon-scented hardwood floors into the hallway. I experienced a flash of wonderment on how clean the floor was before pain chased the thought away. You gotta be kidding me! I caught a quick flash of red and rolled the same direction as the elbow that was heading toward my right temple and gathered my legs underneath me in a not so graceful scramble. The various things in my bag dug onto my back and I gritted my teeth against the throbbing on my lower back. “What the hell?”
Read more: http://leahcurran.livejour
Mood Swing: amused
amused19 December 2009 @ 12:11 pm
Imagine you're in a book shop. You're looking at a shelf and see a book called "Aichrinn". You might think "What the hell?" I wouldn't blame you. It's a kinda weird title. No matter what, the result is that you take it out and look at what's on the back of the book. There you see this:
Leikey has, like everyone else in her world, known her purpose since she was ten. Unlike most people, is it to die, fighting evil. And then what do you do? Should she cling to the atheistic ways of her clan, the witches, or should she devote herself to the church that took her in after the death of her parents? Does it even matter, when there's never been a record of someone escaping their purpose? And when an old friend reappears in harm's way, does Leikey even want to?
Do you buy it? Why? Why not? Does it seem like a boring story, or is it a bad summary or is it just not the sort of thing you read?
I've been playing a bit with framing devices, but this is Leikey's story as it is. It shouldn't get changed by them.
EDIT: Thanks for all the feedback, guys! I've made a list of things to remember next time I try to write something like this. You can find it here. If I forgot your point or you feel I didn't get it, please tell me.
Leikey has, like everyone else in her world, known her purpose since she was ten. Unlike most people, is it to die, fighting evil. And then what do you do? Should she cling to the atheistic ways of her clan, the witches, or should she devote herself to the church that took her in after the death of her parents? Does it even matter, when there's never been a record of someone escaping their purpose? And when an old friend reappears in harm's way, does Leikey even want to?
Do you buy it? Why? Why not? Does it seem like a boring story, or is it a bad summary or is it just not the sort of thing you read?
I've been playing a bit with framing devices, but this is Leikey's story as it is. It shouldn't get changed by them.
EDIT: Thanks for all the feedback, guys! I've made a list of things to remember next time I try to write something like this. You can find it here. If I forgot your point or you feel I didn't get it, please tell me.
18 December 2009 @ 08:57 pm
Title: None yet, I'm still coming up blank.
Written by: bree_bee22
Rating: T
Words: 1,716
Summary: Cameron Moody was a simple man with a simple goal: to live his life unperturbed. But when he finds himself morally obligated to help an injured woman, she decides she must pay him back at any cost- even if that cost means his annoyance.
Warnings: I have visited New York City once but I definitely don’t know my way around there, so if I happen to take liberties with facts, try to forgive the smaller ones and correct the larger ones you find. This story is probably cliché, but I’m okay with that. This chapter will probably end up as chapter 2 somewhere down the line if I can successfully work out an idea I have for a sub-plot. Please, tear it apart if you will, but I'd appreciate if it's constructive. Does it flow well? How's the pacing? Are the settings/characters/timelines believable? Am I just wasting my time? (I might argue with you on that last one.) Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading it, and thank you.
18 December 2009 @ 07:52 pm
This is a commission I did for someone on gaiaonline.com
Click for the bigger version, comments?
Scarecrow Gaia Online by *MysticEden on deviantART
Scarecrow Gaia Online by *MysticEden on deviantART18 December 2009 @ 06:58 pm
Saving lives one fictional character at a time. Please comment, constructive criticism appreciated since I never bothered to pay attention in English when we went over grammar. :)
Title: The Stranger
Description: Middle-aged mediocre family man leads a predictable boring life until a stranger changes everything.
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How can I explain to you what I myself couldn't understand until the end?
My name is Wade Gardener, a 47 year old accountant who was living a mediocre life with my lackluster wife Helen who I was beginning to suspect hated my guts, and our 11 year old son David, who in an apocalypse probably wouldn't notice anything until the battery ran out in his iPod. I hated my life, but I didn't realize it until a stranger pointed it out. She said that I wore my misery like an ugly tie, and I hated to admit that she was right.
This is the story of how a stranger saved my life.
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Mood Swing: chipper
chipper18 December 2009 @ 02:25 am
First post to this community, as well as my first time posting my original fiction. This was written for National Novel Writing Month in November, and I plan on posting the chapters after I go back and edit them. I'd love to know what you all think about this! :)
Warnings: Some language, eventual violence and implied rape (no real descriptions, I promise), eventual yuri (F/F) Individual chapters will have their own warnings.
Current rating: PG-13, will become NC-17
Chapter: 1 / 33
**All names are meant to be fictional! If I used the name of an actual person, I would be shocked and amazed
Summary: While in Rome, haunted by her desire for her best friend Delaney, Luciana encounters a mysterious woman one night. This woman tells Luciana she 'must learn', and Luciana collapses to the ground, unconscious. When she wakes, she finds herself in Ancient Rome, the wife of a Senator. With a servant identical to her best friend, an uncaring husband, and an charming family friend, Luciana finds herself in the middle of an affair worthy of Aphrodite and Ares. Luciana must find a way to return home, while also preparing for the homecoming of the revered emperor Constantine the Great, who has an announcement of his own that will shake the Rome to its very core.
A Curse of Ancient, Chapter One
Warnings: Some language, eventual violence and implied rape (no real descriptions, I promise), eventual yuri (F/F) Individual chapters will have their own warnings.
Current rating: PG-13, will become NC-17
Chapter: 1 / 33
**All names are meant to be fictional! If I used the name of an actual person, I would be shocked and amazed
Summary: While in Rome, haunted by her desire for her best friend Delaney, Luciana encounters a mysterious woman one night. This woman tells Luciana she 'must learn', and Luciana collapses to the ground, unconscious. When she wakes, she finds herself in Ancient Rome, the wife of a Senator. With a servant identical to her best friend, an uncaring husband, and an charming family friend, Luciana finds herself in the middle of an affair worthy of Aphrodite and Ares. Luciana must find a way to return home, while also preparing for the homecoming of the revered emperor Constantine the Great, who has an announcement of his own that will shake the Rome to its very core.
A Curse of Ancient, Chapter One