12 November 2009 @ 09:11 am
Title: I That You
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Emotional sadness; death
Summary: Two individuals meet during their vacations during high school and fall in love.
Notes: I figured out what was wrong. I was writing the wrong story. Okay, it was the right story, but it was the wrong method. I've revised that and I'm solely concentrating on the relationships between characters. I've also cut the zombies. *sob* But it's writing itself now. There is going to be less action, and more mushy stuff, but I like this concept better.

This is the first story I've finished for the novel.

Word count:
     Goal: 22 000
     Acutal: 5 953

Effortless... )
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26 July 2008 @ 01:39 am
There is something that has always been and will always be very intimidating about the first page of anything you may ever write. Be it an essay, research paper, novel, or emo-angst rant in your blog--it's frightening to look at a blank page (or screen, for those of you who are especially tech-savvy) and think--no, know--that you are the one who has to fill it. Geez...talk about being nervous-making! Perhaps the only thing worse than that thought is the one that you've got to find someway to start it off with a bif! bam! kapow! BANG! It has to be something totally stunning and completely BRILLIANT with sparkles and glitter and just the right amount of pizazz! Not only do you have to properly convey the tone and theme of your writing (which will, no doubt, be absolutely brilliant as soon as you can actually start it), you've got to do it in a way that captures your audience and keeps them captivated to the very end. It's not exactly easy. Why else would there be so many authors that aren't published? It's not that they aren't good--they just can't get that one hook down at the very start.

Says Scott Westerfeld,

There is a mini-cult of first lines among us writers. The first line is sort of like the lobby of the book: the first thing you see, coloring all subsequent impressions. It’s one place where you’re truly allowed to show off.

He, of course, is famous for such great first-liners as:

"Getting dressed was always the hardest part of the afternoon." (Pretties)

"We are all around you." (So Yesterday)

"I think New York was leaking." (The Last Days)

"The five small craft passed from shadow, emerging with the suddenness of coins thrown into sunlight." (The Risen Empire)

And, my personal favorite:

"The early summer sky was the color of cat vomit." (Uglies)

Let's face it--the first line of any sort of piece of writing, be it prose or poetry, is the very essence of the words that follow it. So, without further ado and for your consideration, some first lines (can you guess who wrote what?):

  • "The reason Weetzie Bat hated high school was because no one understood."
  • "All children, except one, grow up."
  • "We take pleasure in answering thus prominently the communication below, expressing at the same time our reat gratification that its faithful author is numbered among the friends of The Sun."
  • "I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again."
  • "At the far end of town where the Grickle-grass grows and the wind smells slow-and-sour when it blows and no birds ever sing excepting old crows...is the Street of the Lifted Lorax."
  • "I am the people--the mob--the crowd--the mass."
  • "I taped the commercial back in April, before anything had happened, and promptly forgot about it."
  • "The Adventures of Captain Proton!"
  • "Mrs. Rachel Lynde lived just where the Avonlea main road dipped down into a little hollow, fringed with alders and ladies' eardrops and traversed by a brook that had its source away back in the woods of the old Cuthbert place; it was reputed to be an intricate, headlong brook in its earlier course through those woods, with dark secrets of pool and cascade; but by the time it reached Lynde's Hollow it was a quiet, well-conducted little stream, for not even a brook could run past Mrs. Rachel Lynde's door without due regard for decency and decorum; it probably was conscious that Mrs. Rachel was sitting at her window, keeping a sharp eye on everything that passed, from brooks and children up, and that if she noticed anything odd or out of place she would never rest until she had ferreted out the whys an wherefores thereof." (what a doozy!)
  • "'Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents," grumbled Jo, lying on the rug."
  • "I remember where I was and what I was doing when Bonnie Prince Charlie was killed."
  • "Mr. Jones, of the Manor Farm, had locked the hen-houses for the night, but was too drunk to remember to shut the popholes."
  • " Unhappy with a new treaty, Federation Colonists along the Cardassian border have banded together."
  • "Marley was dead, to begin with."
  • "One dollar and eighty-seven cents."
  • "It's a jazz affair, drum crashes and cornet razzes."
  • "Once upon a time there was a pair of pants."
  • "It was a dark and stormy night."

  • While we're here, what are some of your favorite first lines?
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21 July 2008 @ 11:36 am
Written for my English 1302: Composition and Rhetoric II class. The prompt that I chose to write on was simply to find a symbol and explain it citing sources from the text. The actual symbol part is a bit....not obvious, but I'd rather write a good essay that's a bit meandering when it comes to being on topic than a bad one that remains true to prompt. "Miss Brill" is a short story written by Katherine Mansfield and can be found in full text here.

Although it was so brilliantly fine - the blue sky powdered with gold and great spots of light like white wine splashed over the Jardins Publiques - Miss Brill was glad that she had decided on her fur... )

Sorry about the ending--it is a bit half-assed. I just kind of wanted to get it finished so the girl I'm swapping with will have a chance to "peer review" it.
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24 June 2008 @ 02:03 pm
Just a taste of what I'm working on, now that I've gotten up off my butt. It's nice to take a break from Dark Mysterious Matrix Girl and Emily. (And before you ask--yes, I am quite fond of the name "Abigail")

Interlude - Make a Wish

Tingle--the bells chimed. Someone had arrived at the little shop. But was anybody actually there to greet them? Although...whether or not the shop mentioned was actually in business was the real question. Dark and dusty, with a few shy scritch-scritch-flutter's to indicate the presence of mice, innocently disturbing the rickety peace in the shop--if nothing else.

The stranger steps forward, not quite tentatively, yet not quite certain. Her foot-falls barely sound on the dingy wooden floor as she slowly makes her way forward, in a manner questioning the shop's occupancy.

"Hello?" Her voice is tinny and unsure.


The sharp, high-pitched reply is followed by a large bathunk-crash-thunk-THAM! which indicates that several of the large crates, barrels, packages, and jars have fallen and broken. It is followed by a lower-pitched moan of an "ow" and the shuffling sound of someone trying to escape the debris.

Upon running to the location of the commotion, the intruder discovers a lone shop girl, sitting on an overturned crate and massaging one of her arms. The shop girl glances up, and the two girls stare at each other.

"Oh! Oh..." The shop girl jumps up, and momentarily attempts to straighten both herself and her mess, before giving up and stepping forward quickly and dropping into a sloppy curtsy.

"Welcome to the Iwik Shop. I am Abigail St. James, what sort of life may I assist you in discovering today?"

The visitor stares at the shop girl--Abigail St. James--mouth agape.


The shop girl catches her mistake.

"Oh, this is nothing--it happens all the time here. The shop isn't usually this messy, mind you. Mr. Locke St. James, the owner is out on business and it's just gotten a bit away from me at the moment. Come over here, I'll fetch you some tea." She takes hold of the younger girl's arm and gently pulls her away from the wreckage.

"Mr. St. James is your...husband?" Her tone is still quite hesitant and small.

"Oh no, Mr. Locke is my caretaker. He's watched over me when no one else would. This is his shop. I help him out as best as I can. It's my way of thanking him."

She leads her new charge up a set of stairs that had somehow previously evaded the girl's eyes and into a small back room where she seats the child and begins clattering about loudly making tea.


It's nice to be finally able to clear my head of the same two voices. :) I chose the title "Interlude" because it's an interlude from my usual characters.

Criticism? Commentary?
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09 June 2008 @ 01:26 pm
Those are the things that stay with you--the endings of things. Never, ever the beginnings. )
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25 March 2008 @ 10:11 am
86. Choices
Rating: Not PG...maybe a G+? There's one questionable word.... :\

She sat there, waiting... )
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10 February 2008 @ 09:03 pm
Love Song
Sara Bareilles

Head under water
And they tell me to breathe easy for a while
The breathing gets harder, even I know that
You made room for me but it's too soon to see
If I'm happy in your hands
I'm unusually hard to hold on to

Blank stares at blank pages
No easy way to say this
You mean well,
but you make this hard on me

I'm not gonna write you a love song
'cause you asked for it
'cause you need one, you see
I'm not gonna write you a love song
'cause you tell me it's
Make or break in this
If you're on your way
I'm not gonna write you to stay
If all you have is leaving I'm gonna need a better
Reason to write you a love song today

I learned the hard way
That they all say things you want to hear
And my heavy heart sinks deep down under you and
Your twisted words,
Your help just hurts
You are not what I thought you were
Hello to high and dry

Convinced me to please you
Made me think that I need this too
I'm trying to let you hear me as I am

[Love Song lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]

I'm not gonna write you a love song
'cause you asked for it
'cause you need one, you see
I'm not gonna write you a love song
'cause you tell me it's
Make or break in this
If you're on your way
I'm not gonna write you to stay
If all you have is leaving I'm gonna need a better
Reason to write you a love song today

Promise me that you'll leave the light on
To help me see with daylight, my guide, gone
'cause I believe there's a way you can love me
Because I say

I won't write you a love song
'cause you asked for it
'cause you need one, you see
I'm not gonna write you a love song
'cause you tell me it's make or break in this

Is that why you wanted a love song
'cause you asked for it
'cause you need one, you see
I'm not gonna write you a love song
'cause you tell me it's make or break in this
If you're on your way
I'm not gonna write you to stay

If your heart is nowhere in it
I don't want it for a minute
Babe, I'll walk the seven seas when I believe that
There's a reason to
Write you a love song today

From TIME magazine:

'For many of us, though, Valentine's Day only pretends to celebrate what we like about love while actually undermining it. True romance comes unscheduled, unruly, "a madness most discreet," quoth Romeo. Over time, as it ripens into devotion, still it improvises, a favor rendered, a sudden kiss, a private joke, flowers for no reason. Its expression is the very opposite of the fretful, "preorder now, or be left with drugstore chocolates" connivances that the day promotes. For those who feel well loved, everyday,, of course, is Valentine's. For the rest, no card can console...There's nothing wrong, of course, with delighting in love and honoring friendship and stopping in the bleak midwinter to tickle the people we love. But it's also a good sign of psychosocial health if the day just saunters by and winks, and you feel no need to pay attention. The minute it feels like a duty, it has lost its purpose. "Love sought is good," Shakespeare observed, "but given unsought is better."'


I'm going to finish the Valentine's cards TONIGHT. Also a fudge test run is in the works as of ten minutes from now, as well as studying for my Art History test tomorrow that I do not want to take. Plus I've got to get my pics up on deviantart before I totally forget about them completely (it's still being ssllloooowwww...why won't it work???) and do other stuff that I don't want to think about. Plus, I started on some VD prose for the upcoming holiday. Haha...VD, venereal disease...omg I feel like I'm twelve again XD
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21 January 2008 @ 10:41 pm
Title: Broken Cliché
Genre: emo angst
Rating: G
Warnings: Will make you feel like an emo cutter

Broken Cliché )
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04 January 2008 @ 07:14 pm
I noticed I have yet to post anything this year....problem solved.

Letters to a Stranger
Genre: Prose > Fiction
Most Recent Deviation from deviantART )

Unfortunate Thing )

So there. I posted.
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08 October 2007 @ 11:39 am

Run Lola Run Essay/Review )

It's a bit rough....but whatev. I'm still looking for my Freaks essay....can't find it :\

Sometimes....I wish I were a boy.... :(

Yay Oni-Con!!!! *dances*

I need to write my paper for film class on Pan's Labyrinth....BUT I HAVEN'T FINISHED WATCHING IT YET!!! I need to write it by 2:25.... TT__TT Damn my procrastinating skills! They be too good!

Meh...I am hungry.

Some guy came to my English class to talk about the newspaper. He needs some public speaking classes or something....he was really fidgety and awkward-making. I felt bad for him. He had some great stuff to say, absolutely amazing speech, but he was so awkward in his deliverance that I don't think he captured the attention of many people. :(

BLAH paper in English on Wednesday. Too many papers on stuff I don't want to write about....why can't we write about interesting things?

ALSO I have a surprise in the works... :D
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14 June 2007 @ 04:49 pm
There was once a poor widow who lived in a lonely cottage. In front of the cottage was a garden wherein stood two rose-trees, one of which bore white and the other red roses. She had two children who were like the two rose-trees, and one was called Snow-white, and the other Rose- red. They were as good and happy, as busy and cheerful as ever two children in the world were, only Snow-white was more quiet and gentle than Rose-red. Rose-red liked better to run about in the meadows and fields seeking flowers and catching butterflies; but Snow-white sat at home with her mother, and helped her with her housework, or read to her when there was nothing to do...

--Snow White and Rose Red, The Brothers Grimm


Roses, a fairy tale retold


Once Upon a Time... )
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