Danse On Wood

Paris enters a british school full of weird, strange people. To her luck there not human, no there werewolves. Keeping out of there way wasn't supposed to be a problem. But since the leader of the pack wants her dead or gone, she has no way to escape.

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Hello, fellow writers! With National Novel Writers Month behind us, I have returned to writing my novel Beau and the Beast at a page a day. Chapter five has just been finished, and thus, I have edited it and placed the final version on Fiction Press.

Title: Beau and the Beast, Chapter Five
Rating: PG-13 for language and, ha ha, frightening imagery
Genre: Um. Surreal fantasy? Coming-of-age YA? Dark Romance?
Summary: Maybe Beast is corrupt, inside and out.
Word Count: 3535

And now...Deception.

www.fictionpress.com/s/2730774/5/Beau_and_the_Beast

If you haven't read the earlier chapters but are interested, the link will lead you to a page where you can read the first four chapters as well. Naturally, I appreciate all comments, on any chapter, positive and negative.

Title: New Beginnings
Summary: On the last day of being in her old home a young woman considers the pros and cons of her move.

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So I've been trying to write a novel for some time now and it just wasn't working out. However, yesterday I decided to try a different style, and I like it. Instead of writing in typical mainstream prose, I'm trying to write this novel in a more vague, folktale / fairytale-ish style. I'm trying to keep my momentum going, so does anyone know of any authors, online or not, who write in a style similar to this? I have a book of French fairytales on my bookshelf but I can only read the same stories for inspiration so many times.

Thanks in advance!

Title: Dark Tales of Randamor the Recluse - Book I: The Invisible Chains
Author: Eurypon
Format: Original - Novel
Length: 190 000 (November 14, 2009)
Status: WIP
Rating: M - NC-17
Warnings: Violence, incest, rape, non-con, domination may all occur in varying degrees
Link: aarinfantasy and fictionpress
Summary: (by the author) A long and brooding chronicle with bitterness, savage tribes, bloody battles and crowns lost and gained. About friendship in arms, love in bonds, devotion against all odds and undeserved tenderness. M/M Slash

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Title: Beautiful Monster: A Retelling.
Author: conclusivelead.
Rating: M (17+)
Warning: Slash (homoerotic undertones), gore, disturbing imagery, angst, incestual undertones.
Genre: Romance/Fantasy/Horror.
Summary: "The claws were long and tapered to a threatening point, but the gleam in the monstrous yellow eyes was very...seductively human." In a world where a chosen few are alters - green-eyed humans born with the ability to transform into a beast - prejudice runs rampant and violence rages. Finnegan Gaffer, green-eyed but human, experiences this prejudice first-hand despite not being an alter, living a lonely, secluded life in the country of Alyske. When war over alter slavery erupts in a neighboring country and Finn's father dies, he is forced to escape the murderous intent of his half-brother Phelan and the Alyskin government, seeking out a foreign alter guide to take him through the frozen wilderness of the north to the town in the mountains where his grandmother resides and, hopefully, where he will find sanctuary. But militant pursuers and the insane Phelan promise it will not be an easy trip, and Finnegan's guide, Tósha, is as much a mystery as anything.
Notes: I'm interested in receiving all kinds of feedback; I want to share my novel with others, so my posts are mostly an attempt to give other people something interesting or maybe even compelling to read. Let me know what you think, no matter your opinion. <3

Every day, Tósha insists that Finnegan tell stories. He is adamant about hearing something of before, of his life. “True stories,” he says, “are the ones that keep the mind active. If you’re remembering, your mind is awake. And if your mind is awake, the snow won’t put you to sleep.”

Go to the masterlist here.

Aside from getting only three hours of sleep... (WARZY! You got your insomnia all over me! That shit stains, yo) I go to order my birth certificate online since I need it for various things with my caseworker for medicaid and the like. Note that I did not overnight this.

Standard fee: $36.
Shipping fee: $17.50

17.50?! What am I doing, buying the next expansion of World of Warcraft?

They always get'cha somewhere...

Speaking of World of Warcraft, I have to write up long post to someone with tactical expertise (at least, I think Shock has some) about how best to attack a siege location... wyldside knows exactly what I'm talking about. Heh.

Oh, and I'm bringing back IRC battling, too. That's what's kept me up at night, doing all the scripting. Some of these script chunks would be of use to hcuz or postal_dude, I'm sure, though neither of them read this LJ anymore :P

EDIT: Russian serial adder: 0x0badf00d. Blarg.

Winds Be At Your Back! (that said, Wyldside, where is this particular sound located, so I can use it for a system sound...)

writershangout is a new site for daily writing prompts. Please check it out!

Hey, all. I need a few opinions/pointers on a character I've been trying to develop for a while now. I don't want to start writing a character that is totally cliche or a stupid mary-sue. I need to know if the character is unique, and/or if I need to add more to the sheet under the cut. I ask that if you give a suggestion, you give a few pointers as well. :) Cheers!

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Title: He Stood at the Foot of the Tree
Author: Michael Brodnicki. Me.
Disclaimer: Religious themes, suicide.
Synopsis: A man looks at himself for his last few seconds of life, looking back on what he had done and said throughout his years. He comes face to face with the greatest sin man had ever committed.
Length: Fairly short.

( It is ours to forgive. )

hey this is my first post, I've been working on this story for some time and I don't trust it in the hands of those who would lie to me about its worth. so here is a snipit. I place it here, though my grammar is offensive I am posting it anyway. I'm drowning read the first chapter on my page if you care at all to help me surface.........



As much as I try. My sweaty palms grip the steering wheel making it slick. As much as I wish it, absolutely want to leave behind everything I've ever known, to just cross the boarder in to Utah then Arizona, hell where ever the I-89 will take me I can't. The large green sign peers down at me. “You Are Now Leaving Idaho” it reads.
All I should have to do is step on the gas, like the rumbling engine is begging me, instead I throw the old black explorer in to park. The stalk speakers pulse and I grind my teeth fighting the tears and working to restrain the nausea. With a turn of the key the explorer falls silent. I sit sweating in the 90 degree weather. The door moans as I open it. Worn and dirty sneakers slush the loose gravel, the mountains echo my frustration as it rips it's way from my throat. The sun licks my sticky skin like a child with a sucker. He can't get enough of how I taste.
I look to the boarder and see nothing, no landscape, no road. Blank. Glancing in the direction from where I came, I can see for miles. A mother taking her child to the bathroom her dress yellow and edged in cream lace. A tall man looks her over before taking a sip from his soda and returns his eyes to his phone. This rest stop I passed some thirty miles back.. A swift breeze in an older mans thinning hair teases as there is none where I'm standing. I look in front of me again into the abyss. My freedom is nonexistent I can't do anything to change it I can only pine and lust after a dream that most take for granted.

Unable to take any more of the unsettling sight that serves as a reminder; I am a prisoner. I climb back into the explorer which starts only by the grace of god, I flip a bitch, leaving the unknown in the dust that trails me.

I'm working on a mash-up of projects right now, and I have no idea where it's going. It's something of a cross between Margaret Atwood, Markus Zukas, and Barbara Kingsolver. Simple, poetic beauty. Here's a preview:

They tell us that trees and men have fallen, beaten by the weight of the wind. From the west come stories of houses that shattered into terrific splinters of wood, lakes that spilled their wrath over whole villages. Its fury rains down upon on us, hard and merciless. There is no respite. For forty days we hear people whisper quiet words like vengeance and fate; the intellectuals merely scoff and chalk it up to global warming. But we don’t know. How can we know?

It's not much to read, but what do you think?

I just got done going through an initial edit of my novel. I've been posting it a chapter at a time over on my WordPress blog. Now that it's all there, I figured I'd pimp it out a bit to get some feedback and whatnot.

The basic plot revolves around a girl who works for a Russian crime organization as an assassin and the various crazy things that happen to her. There's vampires, werewolves and other monstrous baddies for her to contend with along the way. The best way to describe it would be action-horror.

Anyway, if it sounds like something you'd be into reading, here's the link to the first chapter: http://chaoticwritings.wordpress.com/2009/10/03/nadyas-nights-road-to-vengeance-chapter-one/

Thanks!

Title: It Started with a Misunderstanding
Summary: In which my lame cheating pop star ex boyfriend trys to win me back, I plot his demise, and get to breathe the same air as the world's most famous performer. And I think he knows who I am. Eat your heart out, Ryeo-wook.
Rating: T
Chapters: 1/16
Warning: Minor second pairing is slashy.
Notes: This story is just shameless romance and drama, an excuse for me to get my rocks off on my addiction to Asian entertainment and smexy boys. I feel like it's just too silly for this community! Is there another comm where this would be better suited? Either way, thanks for reading. Feel free to leave feedback. While this is purely for fun, it never hurts to better one's writing.
Lame fake lj cut!:

“I’m going to make your life a living hell,” I said aloud, causing the young lady sharing the elevator with me to discreetly stand as far away from me as possible.

Got a friend doing some research trying to find his birth parents, since he was adopted. He's got all the base details of his birth researched (including the fact his -real- name is not the same as his adopted name)... can you help out and find them? This is right up your alley, isn't it?

If so, please get on AIM and buzz me (Succubus Rydia) and I'll pass along his AIM name so you can talk to them.

Winds Be At Your Back!

Copyright: All mine!

Title: Elhanan

Rating: T

Summary: The past will always haunt you, no matter how far you run.

Author's Note: The spelling of "Elayo" was changed to "Ilyao".

Beta: the lovely stella_owned

Warning: Work-in-Progress

Sequel to A Witch in Winter. All parts can be found HERE.

( Story 2: Poisoned Pawn (Part 4) )

Hey guys - I have most of a plot and i want suggestions for ways to have it end. Following is a summary.

( This is a more organized approach to Aeon Ae'llewyn )

And this is as far as I've gotten.

So my question now has to do with how this is going to end. I think Aeon needs to end up across the battlefield from Aeder, this time trapped by duty and crossed loyalties. I think Aeder needs to be an unmitigated ass one more time, probably maiming or killing Aeon. He needs to be utterly haunted by it, and then redeem himself with something self sacrificing, such as dying to save Rowan.

Thoughts?

The title says it best: Why Writing Rubbish is Productive



Fiction Notes details the two types of feedback, as well as the five reactions to it.


Writing blogs are currently obsessed with correct comma usage. Don't believe me? Click here, here, and here.



Fiction Matters has 3 Questions To Better Understand Your Novel (that will also help you write a better query letter).


Bad Language About Writing's Open with a Punch, Close with a Kick would be more effective if most of us writers weren't potbellied pacifists.


Nothing cripples creativity like self-doubt. A quick read through Quips & Tips' 4 Signs You Need to Reevaluate Your Writing or Publication Goals and you'll be positively paralyzed. Hello, handicapped parking!