future authors discussion

EXACTLY WHAT IT SAYS, WRITE YOURS IN
mine is from: (working title?) Twin Princess

Ang carefully stepped on the rickety old bridge again, only ten steps before she has to turn back around. "Be careful." James whispered, Chrissy lies unconcious in his arms. "I will." She makes three steps before it violently shakes, three more, stop, step, stop. Finaly she makes it to the ruby, and picked up the glimmering rock. "Got it." Ang turned around, and held the ruby in the sky, the sun reflected off of it.
"ANG!!!" The board snapped beneath her feet, and she fell down into the darkness. James turned, and ran, only five miles to get Chrissy to Princess Katherine, and help to get Ang back.

Ang opened her eyes, strange men and women hovered around her, "She's awake!" A little boy shouted, "Our savior has arrived!" They all cheered, Ang sat up, and touched her head. "Make way for your leader." A fairly old woman pushed her way through the crowd.
"Savior?" "Why yes dear, someone help her up." A strong man helped her up, "At dusk we will have a... celebration of your arrival." "I'm no savior, only a simple maid." "Well, simple maid or not, you are the one to save us all!"

Ang was pulled to her feet, and escourted to the platform in the middle of the town-ish place, she doesn't know what to call it. Ang walked up the steps, where the woman from before stood, welcoming the crowd.
"Tonight! Is a great night! For today, we are saved!" She smiled at Ang, and took her arm. "This way." Ang was led to the front edge, but the woman changed to holding her bent over. "Bring the cauldrone!" The crowd split in half to bring the cauldron up to them, a dagger was pushed into Ang's neck.
"Shall we never again turn away!" Ang tried to move, but couldn't do anything. "Ang!" Princess Elizabeth and Sir James ran in, swords at ready. "So nice of you to join us."

cool! :D
uhhh so what r we supposed to do? just copy and paste random parts of our stories?

I think this is kinda like interesting paragraph game!

oh okay

Actually I think ur supposed to post a snippet from something u wrote or are writing.

Bells, I would suggest that you either stay in past tense or present tense, but otherwise I really liked it.

yeah ... isn't that what i said? oh never mind. XD

ok so this is from my story i live in the dreams of other people

That demon will die,

right,

now,

I pick myself up,
I brush myself off,
I walk from that terrible place,

Ready to kill.

Da dum dee dum!

okay this is from one of mine

"kill it!"
"it's not a 'it'"
"kill it!"
"it's a he"
"fine kill him"
"excuse me my name is Othello."
"AGGH It talked!"

This is from the realms, one of my writings I mworking on (duh)

“Brook! No!” Levana’s voice seemed on the verge of tears. “Aila! Get over here!”

“No! Let me go.” Brooks voice was weak, “Get Ivy to the house, please! She’s my only sister, my only sibling left if she dies so will Calantha.”

“You will not die!” Aila had come; her honey gold hair framed her face. She placed her long fingers on Brooks heart and pressed down muttering a healing spell franticly. Immediately Brook felt relief. “Now go save your sister and planet we have your back!” Always optimistic, even at thirteen, they were all scarcely fairies but since the Destructors had gained control over the Trantrolar power, fairies and Protectors were called to school early.

Brook held her sister up amazingly enough the sleep spell was still lasting. The old house was so close. But then the screams started the same that she had heard earlier that evening while in her room in the Calanthian palace. Once again she put her sister in a bubble of safety and put her on the doorstep when she reached the old home spoke the secrete words and sprinted to the fight, she would not let Solaria fall.

awesome! :D
ummm here's something random from the book I just finished writing, Reborn:

“How do you plan on getting out?” I demanded, coldly.

“The same way I got in,” he answered.

I blinked, my mind taking a moment to register what he was saying. “Um. I don’t think that’s ...”

But before I could protest any more, he had already wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me up. I let out a short, startled cry. He was running now, getting closer and closer to where the glass wall had once been; now there was nothing but empty space, dropping down to the street below.

He jumped.

My mind went blank for a few seconds, and I was completely stupefied with fear. I saw the starry sky reeling above me and shut my eyes in terror. We were falling, and I could hear my own long, ear-piercing scream. I had my arms wrapped around Jack’s neck, literally hanging on for dear life, and he held me with an equally desperate strength.

I wondered, briefly, if it was too late, and we were about to die. But just as I expected to hit the ground, there was a sudden jolt, and I heard the snap of Jack’s wings opening. We were lifted up into the sky, rising gradually over the city, floating at a slow, calm pace.

I allowed myself to breathe then, although I continued to squeeze my eyes shut.

“You trying to make me go deaf?” Jack said.

“This ... isn’t ... funny!” I managed to gasp out, still terrified beyond comprehension. Jack didn’t say anything, so I guess he understood that I wasn’t in the mood for joking.

I didn’t dare to look down. I had no idea how high we were from the ground, but I wasn’t willing to find out. I was satisfied to cling to Jack in absolute terror and have the pleasure of not knowing ... thank you very much.

snip-its from ANYTHING (as long as you wrote it)

cool

(another me snip-it)

"Why are you always doing this to me?!?" Jake shouted, I looked around the campus, at all the students walking by, as if nothing's the matter. "Can we not talk about this now?" I shyly ask, "No, we're going to now!!!" He spit in my face, "Please." He raised a hand to smack me, I turn my head, it's not like this will be the first time. But the hit never comes, I look up to Creg, the new student, tightly holding Jake's wrist. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." Jake snorted, "The b**** deserves it!" Jake took a swing at Creg, but Creg moves to fast. "Get on to class." Jake storms off, and Creg, five inches taller than me, crouches down. "What?" He took my arms, and unfolded them, then tried to push my sleeves up. "Don't." He stops, "I just want to see the cuts." I now allowed him to roll them up, "Don't tell anyone."

I was sitting in front of the toilet, yet again. This time it was different. The lights in the bathroom were flickering on and off, disturbed by something or someone. I glanced at the light switch to see if anyone was playing a crude trick on the sick boy. Yet, no one was there. “Mom,” I called. No sound came out of my mouth. My lips were moving wordlessly. I tried to scream. Nothing came out of me. It was as if the whole world were silenced. The lights flickered on, tantalizing me. Then I heard something. Something soft and from a distance. It was steadily becoming louder until it was as if it was in the same room as me.

“Wake up!” My mom screamed, “It is time for dinner. Haven’t you slept enough lately?” My eyes flickered open, just as the lights had done in my dream. I steadily gained consciousness and sat up. I grabbed a small red notebook from my beside table and moved the papers around to find a pen. I found a pencil and figured that it would do even though I hated working with things that weren’t permanent. I quickly jotted down a detailed version of my dream, before I would forget. My doctor had suggested to keep a diary of dreams in case any of my physical sicknesses would be displayed through my mind’s eye. So far, nothing had been deemed useful in finding out what I had.

(sweet story, all of you. I especially like yours Seth) *she says, hoping that she didn't offend anyone else*

UGH!!! I AM SOOOO OFFENDED!!!! I PUT MY HEART AND SOUL INTO MY STORY!!!! lol. i'm kidding ... XD

... not that i don't put my heart and soul into my stories, though ... XD

((okay here's something from another of my stories, Soul Stealer))

I only had a moment to wonder why she was there in the first place. I thought maybe I should approach her, talk to her. But she had already sprinted past without noticing me, ran down the dock soundlessly, and unexpectedly plunged into the harbor.

Predictably, I stood there like an idiot.

All I could do was blink in shock, convinced that surely, that whole scene had been my imagination. It was just so random; it didn’t make any sense. Maybe I really was going crazy, after all. It wouldn’t have surprised me.

Yet, I had this strange feeling in my gut that it had been real, just like all the other weird things happening to me were real. And that lingering feeling made me walk cautiously to the edge of the dock, and stare down into the water.

The Girl hadn’t surfaced yet.

I stood and watched wide-eyed. I told myself to calm down, telling myself over and over: She’s all right. Everything’s okay. In a few seconds, she’ll come up again. You’ll see. You’re just making an idiot of yourself, as usual.

That didn’t stop me, though, from counting the seconds in my head. And I couldn’t help but start to feel panicky when a whole minute had gone by. One and a half minutes. Finally, two minutes.

I groaned. “Oh, no.”

I thought about turning around. I thought that maybe I should run off and find help somewhere. But what if it took too long? What if by the time I got back with help, it would be too late?

I knew exactly what I had to do. I didn’t like it, but I didn’t have a choice if I wanted to help her. That girl’s life was in danger, and I was the only one who could save it.

So, pushing aside my instinctive fear, I sucked in a deep breath and closed my eyes. Then, I jumped.

I love them. And I love you. Don't be mad (i's know u rn't

lol. :D

bells yours are cool

This is from my story, The Flute.

Suddenly I heard shouting. It didn’t sound like nice normal people either. It sounded like soldiers. That was bad. If they found us, it was all over.

“Hide Aleeah!” my Dad whispered. “You’re our only hope. Your mom and I will try to distract them.”

“No!” I whispered. “They’ll take you away.”

“That can’t be helped Aleeah. Go!”

“I can’t!” I sobbed.

“Now!” he snarled.

I looked at my dad sadly, and hid like my dad instructed. Then, I saw them. They saw my parents.

“Look who we’ve found here.” The guard who looked like he might be the leader smirked. “Two people who look like they know they’re not supposed to be in here. Guards! Arrest them!”

I watched. My parents didn’t exactly put up a fight. Not that they could or anything. It was about 10 strong guys against to sorcerers without weapons hoping nobody would find out that they had magic. They tied up my parents, stuck them on the back of a horse, and left. I was alone. My dad’s words floated back to me. “You’re our only hope” he had said. I knew what I had to do. I turned and started walking westwards, towards the pit of despair.

amazing! :D okay ... something else from Reborn

I sat still, watching the flames grow and multiply, spreading through the firewood, unable to stop itself. I felt the heat intensifying, radiating against my skin. And it wasn’t for almost an entire minute, before I finally turned and stared at Jack in astonishment.

Only, there was still something wrong. Because his eyes still held that same strange unawareness, like he didn’t see what was happening. And they were the wrong color, too... Maybe it was just the way they reflected the firelight, but I thought, for a moment, that they were no longer that familiar shade of amber, but a frightening, rusty color--almost like blood.

I heard myself gasp, and at the same time, Jack gasped too. He blinked, his eyes returning to normal, as if they had never changed in the first place. “Oh my God,” he said, and stumbled to his feet.

I got up as he did, but didn’t make any move towards him; it was as if I was actually afraid of him, for a few seconds. But I soon saw that he looked scared, too. His eyes were wide with horror, he had gone completely pale, and he was swaying a little as if he was about to pass out.

“Are you okay?” I demanded, worried.

Jack said nothing, still staring at the fire. All he said at last, quietly, was “I didn’t do that.”

I stared at him, and then at the flames, and then back at him again. “Actually, Jack...” I swallowed. “I think you did.”

This is from this idea i got the other day and its called darkness

The girl broke into heavy, wracking sobs, she grabbed her pillow and lay her head into it, trying to suffocate herself, only if it could work on her! And suddenly like all other times this happened, her sadness turned to deep hatred and anger.

She walked over to her window, wanting so much to kill that man. She stood slowly onto the sill of her open window, her brown hair waving in the wind, and she jumped. She landed hard flat out on the pavement. That poor girl’s body lay there brown hair strewn about everywhere. Until this brunette girl got up and walked silently away from the pavement.

Ooh. Depressing. I wrote something semi-depressing involving a window sill ... lemme see if I can find it.

found it! XD okay here goes ....



Life is meant to be made of moments like this, I realize. We all need those few seconds, once in a while, when we really see what life is all about. Right now is one of those rare occasions when, just for a second, I almost glimpse what the meaning of life truly is.

I wish that I could share this vision with the world. I wish everyone could get a chance to sit on their window sills, to gaze out across a great distance and feel like they know everything. But also, as I sit here, I think about how fragile life is. If I think about it, I realize that it would be so easy to fall from up here, to drop down towards the gray pavement below, and meet the sudden pain and immediate death. All I have to do to prevent that potential fate is too sit here, firmly, refusing to let go.

It makes me wonder just how hard it is to give yourself over to death. When you die, is there a moment when you feel like you’re falling out a window, desperately grasping the window sill in hopes of saving yourself? Is there a second, as you let go of your last hope, and begin to fall, when you feel free for a moment, like you’re flying? Some people don’t resist at all, I guess. They simply throw themselves out the window and wait for the agonizing impact of the ground beneath them.

After that, there’s no telling what will happen. There’s no telling where those people go, the ones who die. Obviously, there’s no way to ask them and find out. People say that there’s a heaven, and... well, you know. Other places, if you’re not so fortunate. But how do they know that they’re right? Do they really believe that? Or is it only to provide a sense of comfort, when they convince themselves that there is something to look forward to after they die?

The truth is, life and death are the two most powerful things in the world. We all live life. We all go through life every day. Some experience more, and some experience less. It happens in different ways for everyone.

The one thing that connects us all, however, is our mortality: the grim knowledge that one way or another, death will find us and take us from this world.

wow.

seriously that is all ican say

wow.

same here. wow

haha. :D yes i know how emo I am ... :-/

this is from a story im writing :

"How did you get that?"
"Kyle gave it to me"
"Cally"
"I borrowed it"
"Cally!"
"But he said I could!"
"CALLY!!!"
"Fine! I stole it! You happy now!?!"

You let everyone on goodreads read your story but not me?

yep !!!!!!!!

lol.... have you insulted her writing so much that she won't let you read it anymore?? Sounds like somone I know.... Not me, nope, why would you think it was me?

*looks around guiltily*

...

This is from one of my other stories Different;

I had seen them at the mall, when the band and I had gone looking for outfits for our concert at the coffee shop the next day. They walked into the mall dressed in normal everyday clothing, but it was top quality, perfect. There were three of them a girl with brilliant blond hair and green eyes, she had white corduroys and a blue and pink striped tank top. The two guys were wearing California type outfits, not appropriate for Washington. They acted like they owned the place, and walked right in front of us acting as though we weren’t even there. So, we acted like they weren’t even there also.

The ignorance kept up until school. Of course, in this small town of Poulsbo they went to the same school and we had all the same classes. So there name ran through my head all the time; Izobel, Eathen, Mark over and over. We were connected, and I was afraid of how we could be; especially if they knew my secret.


And this is an insight on chap 2 of the realms not done but;

“The people coming over are big on fashion. Try to learn something from them about that.” Setra said, pulling out a pink cocktail dress with odd ribbon fabric feathering from the sides. “Isn’t this hot!”

“Never say that again.” Ivy said grabbing the dress and going to the bathroom to change.

Cryptid is the one who disses MY writing skill.

lol

do not

do to (does "it is copied off star wars" ring a bell?!?)

lol.... again

Story Snip-it!
"Double human?"
"He keeps charistics like golden hair, super strength, how tall he is, and super speed. Well things like that, that humans don't have."
"What about wings and stuff?"
I nodded. "Hayns 1"
"1?"
"There are 3 human forms and 3 hayns forms. I've only seen him in Hayns 1 and double human. Human is the one where he's like you. I've told you about double human. Triple human is where he has more advanced senses, he is even stronger, faster-"
"Smarter?"

(well it was!)

heres one from this poem story im writing...

"Child!"

"Stop!"

"Child"

I fall out of my chair
Holding my head,

"Child!"
It pauses
"You will die"

(how? it does not have anything close to jeddi or clones)

(it had ideas like there were in starwars)

(name one!)

*sighs*

u sound like me and my sis

David doesn’t respond. He looks at me for a few more seconds, the expression in his eyes bewildered. Then he slowly sinks to the ground, until he is sitting against the wall with his face in his hands. He looks so pale, and is shaking so hard, I expect him to throw up or pass out at any second now. But instead he only sits there, still and silent. I can only watch him, mystified by how shaken he is.

I don’t say anything; I wait for him to get a hold of himself.

After what seems like a very long minute, he looks up at me again. In the dim light of the street lamp, I can see his intense dark eyes staring at me. “Why do you do this?” he says suddenly, his voice hoarse.

“Why do I do what?” I question, confused.

“Stealing people’s souls. Why do you do it?”

I am silent, startled.

However, I find myself trying to think up an accurate answer to that question. Finally, all I can reply with is, “I--I guess for the same reason that you save people’s souls. Because it’s what I as assigned to. Because I don’t have a choice.”

David frowns. “You don’t have a choice?” he repeats incredulously. “That--That’s just ridiculous. Of course you have a choice. Why should I have a choice, and you don’t?”

“What are you talking about?” I demand.

He looks off down the street again. “You told that I had a choice. You told me that I could turn away from being a Soul Saver.” He turns his gaze back to me. “So why am I different from you? How come you can’t decide to turn away from being a Soul Stealer?”

I stare at him, speechless. I try to come up with the right response, but I can think of nothing. I don’t want to admit it, but I think he might have a point.

Here is a snippet from my new book “luke warm” It is a book about a conflict between the united states and North Korea. Not a cold war but not a full on hot war.
As the motorcade pulled up to a huge hanger a faint sound of a gun going off and a ding of metal behind the Secretary of Defense Followed by a huge sound of another gun going off, sirens, and engines of the motorcade revving as the zoomed into a hanger. Louder gun shots rung through the ears of the secretary of defense’s ears. The window behind the driver of the limo opened and a secret service agent popped his head through.

“Get out we are going into the bunker.”

They left the car and walked passed 3 planes and went down a staircase under the plane that usually has the call sign Air Force One. They went down three and a half stories worth of concretes stairs to a room with a oval table in the middle, and sat down in the 2 recliners usually occupied by the president and the first lady...

coool