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Thursday, January 6th, 2011
11:41 pm - I'd like to hear what you have to say


I'm an inspired fantasy / sci-fi writer, and currently I'm working on the first book in a trilogy that occurs in a world parallel to ours. I'd like to hear your thought and opinions on it, both as readers and writers.

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Saturday, December 4th, 2010
7:40 am


Hey, I'm new here and I was hoping to get some feedback on my story.  So here it is:

I was lonely without Jesse.  Shawn was at the grocery store, buying food for dinner and hopefully some silverware and plates too.  Alice had gone off to shower, complaining that she smelt like an airplane.  Jack was taking a hike through the woods, hoping to discover a charming place to show Alice.  He had invited me to come but I had declined, citing the heat as an excuse.

I paced around for a while.  Then I went into every bedroom and tried to image what furniture we would fill it with.  After that, I contemplated going out to meet the neighbors but just couldn’t muster the enthusiasm.

Finally, I settled on calling Jesse to talk to him.  I went up to my room, smiled at the painting, and pulled my cell phone out of my suitcase.  I dialed Jesse’s number without having to think about it.  He picked up on the first ring.

“Bella,” he sighed into the phone.

“Hey, Jesse,” I said, happiness bursting out of my mouth with every letter I spoke.  “How’s the drive so far?”

“Not bad.  I’m making great time.  I’ll be there soon,” he said, longing flavoring his words.  I smiled.  Knowing that he missed me was a mood-booster.  But it was hearing his voice that really made my mood reach euphoric proportions.  I slid down the wall until I was sitting on the carpet.

“I miss you.  I wish you were here so you could see the room we have.  It’s way too big and it has an attached bathroom with a shower and a Jacuzzi tub.  Alice made me take it,” I told him, smiling into the phone.

“I’m glad she did!  That sounds awesome.  I’m even more excited to get there now.  We can definitely utilize that tub,” he joked, laughing.  I giggled too, just glad that he would be home tomorrow.  Late tomorrow, but still tomorrow.

“There’s also a surprise,” I hinted, smiling because I knew that he would be dying to know what it was.

“Really?  Does it have anything to do with the tub?” he carried on the joke.  I smiled at his innuendo.

“No, it doesn’t.  It’s better than that.”

“Really?  What is it?”

“I’m not going to tell you!”

“What if I guess?” he said.  I could just imagine his smile as he said it.

“Hmm…. Maybe,” I agreed.

“Is it a lawn chair?”  I laughed.


“Is it a pony?”


“A unicorn then?”

“No,” I giggled.

“Hmm... Is it a bed with a million count sheets and pillowcases of real gold thread?”

“No.  Although that sounds nice,” I said into the phone.

“Is it a painting?” he said seriously.  I paused; surprised that he had gotten it.  “Of you and me?  In the woods?  Holding each other?”

“Yes, how did you know?” I asked bewildered.  I was a tad disappointed that the surprise had been ruined.

Alice called me as soon as she saw it when she came to look at the house.”  I should have known that Alice would have told him.  “It was sort of a present.  Do you remember what today is?” he asked.

“It’s June twenty-first…” I had to stop to figure out what he meant.  “Oh my gosh!  It’s our anniversary!  Jesse!  You didn’t tell me!  I can’t believe I forgot.  I’m so ashamed of myself for forgetting.  Now I wish you were here even more,” I said.  I suddenly felt very alone and very empty without Jesse beside me.  “I miss you,” I said softly.

“I miss you too.  But don’t worry.  We’ll be together soon.  Alice has arranged something for us,” he promised.  I wrapped my arm around my knees and leaned my head against the wall behind me.

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll show you when I get there,” he promised.  “I have to go now.  I found a rest stop and I need to fill up on gas and feed.  But I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Okay.  I love you.”

“I love you too, Bella,” he said as he hung up the phone.  I snapped my cell shut.  I felt even lonelier now.  I looked out toward the window wall.  The sun was setting.  Shawn should be home soon.

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Friday, July 25th, 2008
7:51 pm - So...you think you can write?


Join loveletters_v1
a rating community for writers

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Tuesday, June 24th, 2008
1:05 pm

 Hi I'm new here and I'm looking for some feedback on a futuristic sci-fi that I'm writing. This is the first part of chapter one. Please comment!

current mood: hopeful

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Monday, June 23rd, 2008
1:05 pm - Stronger

Im new to LJ, and the very first thing i did was look for a communty of writers.

I have one posted on some ghettoass site, but its readable. and its my work.
Please read it and give me input.
The site separated it into two, but just follow the link.

The story is one of  many of mine, i actually finished this one. Not that im happy with it at all.
It follows a teenage girl through England when World War III breaks out.

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11:42 am



Alrighty, so I've posted the first three or so chapters of my story on my journal. Feel free to read and comment, criticism appreciated.


current mood: excited

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Sunday, June 22nd, 2008
12:01 pm

 Hello everyone. I just joined and I'd like to get the opinion of some other writers on some things.

current mood: anxious

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Friday, June 20th, 2008
10:37 pm

Hey there, just starting out and working on an extended project. I write fantasy, with a realistic edge to it.

The premise:

The diary of a trainee, or side-kick as he learns what it means to be under the shadow of a hero and where his place in the world is. Marty is a recently graduated soldier training under an Ordinator, named Gracon, who is a decorated warrior.

Outside The Limelight

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Friday, April 25th, 2008
11:04 pm

rather horrible fiction- chapter of a story which may or may not be finishedCollapse )

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Wednesday, April 9th, 2008
7:51 am - Hello.

Hi, I wanted to get some of my current work seen and commented on before adding any more writing to sites.
Here are the links and I hope you enjoy reading them. I'm not spamming, this is published work and I can't add
the original content here.


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Thursday, November 8th, 2007
6:32 am - Hello Friends
wordsnimages Words and Images, a literary journal published in Portland, Maine, since 1969, is looking for fiction submissions for the Spring, 2008, issue. No tired writing, please; the stories must be excellent and alive. We're looking for literary fiction strong on plot and character. We're also looking for quietly experimental work - for fiction which pushes the boundaries of genre and form, but never at the expense of character or emotion. Which means we're looking for something a little more Jonathan Safran Foer than David Foster Wallace (though DFW is wonderful, too). More information is online at wordsnimages.org. Deadline for submissions is December 31, 2007. Don't feel daunted for lack of previous publications; we shine flashlights under rocks in search of new voices. Check us out. Onward!
(X-posted every which way)

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Wednesday, November 7th, 2007
5:07 pm

Hey. Name's Jerry. I'm a recovering bleeding-heart goth kid who's finally decided to get all his emo-tastic issues in order (bipolar, stepdad who smacked me around as a kid, whining melodramatically over girls) by participating in NaNoWriMo and blathering out what should hopefully be a rather interesting snippit of the life story of an ex-cokehead kickboxer kid with an overactive imagination and a sadistic gang of friends.

I don't sign on often, but I comment plenty when I do. I'm a rat-ass bastard, but I'm not too dumb. I'm 24, which makes me a dirty old man in the lj world. I don't always capitalize this thoroughly. I am wicked into: martial arts of all sorts, video games, vegan food, playing guitar, my cat, and being chivalrous to / abusive of women.

Comment for reciprocal adding, it might be fun.

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Friday, July 27th, 2007
8:53 pm


We're Darcy and Kirsty, and we've just published a book, Them and Us:

"Well-written and beautifully executed, the first novel by new authors Darcy Lee and Kirsty Park is sure to delight readers of all ages. Easy to relate to, the trials and tribulations of the main characters of the four friends will make this a book you pick up and don't want to put down."

Vicky, Sam, Amy and Katie are four teenage girls, floundering to keep up as they make their way through their teenage years. Struggles with family, friends, school politics, sex, music, german and hair dye try the girls as they mature and grow on their journey to adulthood. Them and Us is a story of four girls as they come of age and come to terms with their individual personalities, their sexuality, and each other.

Read a preview here!

Support independent publishing: buy this book on Lulu.

Mods, if this post is inappropriate, please delete with our apologies.

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Monday, June 18th, 2007
1:41 pm - Why i choose blu color
netprospect for i am a minority (as i understand russians is minority as well )and i would love to save my level of life .
Security is much stronger in regions party country .
And i really love US and english and by reading your journal i see that states of West like governments that in control(privecy and investments and fiting nationalism)

Please comment something in your what a fuck style .

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Sunday, June 17th, 2007
10:06 pm - word count 109 Strange creature


Black and orange splattered on the clean blue rug.  Upside down purring ball of fur proves to be the cat.  Indoor, outdoor, named for function one time barn cat, but she seems more than that.  Mamaki is what most cats are not.  She enjoys the company of people.  Me, oddly enough, more than the rest.  When I am home she follows me about.  Sleeping while I type essays on the computer, resting on the hamper while I bathe, curled under the blankets with me at night.  This cat is not the ordinary cat.  If I were in the middleages I’d be burned as a witch, and she my familiar.


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10:57 pm

Hi everyone.
I'm Lysandra, and I'm glad to have joined this community.
I just recently started reading some Kurt Vonnegut JR. stories, and I find myself falling madly in love with him, hah.

I would be flattered if you would add my myspace, click, please.
I have been intrigued with the more old fashioned literature, such as J.D. Salinger, and I was looking for more suggestions of excellent reads.

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Friday, June 15th, 2007
10:31 pm - Hey

My name's Richelle and I'm back on livejournal yet again.  I just posted the first chapter of this story I've been thinking about for awhile.  Check it out if you want.

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9:14 am - hi, my name is Deth

So, I'm a fiction writer turned student reporter who is looking to revive my fiction voice. This lj community caught my attention with the four word challenge (flamingo, torpedo, lasagna, cranium) in 100 words. Here's what I came up with (untitled):

Screeeet. My nails lacerate his bronze-polished flamingo. He wouldn’t get a pink one; instead, he bought a metal one so tough it could torpedo a riot-proof building. My nails are bleeding.

Sploosh. Wet pasta lambastes the floor. I repainted the kitchen “spaghetti sauce red.” One more meal of his lasagna and I’ll need my stomach pumped for toxins.

Scruunch. The sound his cranium would make if I pestle it to dust as I’d like to. He earned worse treatment after running over my sister’s cat, but my arrest warrant for the last guy caught up with the local police station.

Feedback is welcome (and appreciated)!

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Thursday, June 14th, 2007
5:59 pm

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The essay: click here!Collapse )

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Monday, June 11th, 2007
3:33 am - Marcel and the Cat book

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I just read this crazy-ass story about this kid who got trapped inside the body of his dead cat! It was the coolest thing I've read in a while, and I'm sure you guys would wanna check it out! It kinda reminded me of Neil Gaiman's style. Click the picture (above) to go to the website for it, or, you can:

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