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Saturday, October 24, 2009
NaNoWriMo
First of all, I'll tell you what NaNoWriMo stands for; National Novel Writing Contest. This is what is is....It's a FREE website (click HERE to view it!) that helps you write an ENTIRE novel (about 50,000 words) in the month of November only! So if you've ever wanted to write a novel and actually finish it, I really suggest you should take a look! Here's how you start:
- Go to the website.
- If you are 12 or under click on the YWP (young Writer's Program) but if you are 13 or older stay on the current page.
- Click the button on the top that says 'Sign In'.
- Follow the instructions given. Hint: You do not have to use your real name for your username, unless you want to. You can make up any name and password as long as you remember it!
- For the regular program, you will automatically have a 50,000 word goal. You cannot change it. For the YWP, you can set your own goal, but only before Nov. 1st. On Nov, 1st, you can start writing your novel! Have fun!
Friday, October 9, 2009
Taking a Break
Sorry I haven't posted in such a LONG time, but my story is coming VERY slowly. So, instead, I will have a voting thingy. Explanation- I will write below some of my ideas for my story, and you will (if you want to) vote Good, IDK, or Bad. Got it? Okay. Ready?...
1. My main character (her name is Nahla) is an elf. Good/IDK/Bad
2. She has two sisters and a brother; all of them are the same exact age. Good/IDK/Bad
3. She and her siblings go on a "mission" on another world. Good/IDK/Bad
4. Her sisters get injured or die (not permanently!). Good/IDK/Bad
5. She saves her brother from dying as well. Good/IDK/Bad
6. She dies (again, not permanently!) saving her brother. Good/IDK/Bad
7. What should the moral be? IDK/I'll Give My Idea When I Comment
You can give more ideas if you want to. Let the Idea Answering begin!...
1. My main character (her name is Nahla) is an elf. Good/IDK/Bad
2. She has two sisters and a brother; all of them are the same exact age. Good/IDK/Bad
3. She and her siblings go on a "mission" on another world. Good/IDK/Bad
4. Her sisters get injured or die (not permanently!). Good/IDK/Bad
5. She saves her brother from dying as well. Good/IDK/Bad
6. She dies (again, not permanently!) saving her brother. Good/IDK/Bad
7. What should the moral be? IDK/I'll Give My Idea When I Comment
You can give more ideas if you want to. Let the Idea Answering begin!...
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Finally...
Here is the end of my first chapter of the story I was writing earlier. So, read on I guess...
She stood, taking an intimidating pose and said into the emptiness, "I, Coelune, queen and just guardian of the magnificent city Hiuda, here announce the coming of a great empire, a better age for all. Under the unfortunate circumstances of the present war, I will rule this fair city and all its occupants, a responsibility I will take humbly." She walked down the steps leading away from her throne, not bothering to sidestep Luntun.
"Nice speech, I must say, but I thought it was a little too typical."
The queen whirled around, but saw no one in sight. "Oanayiah?" she whispered. "Is it you that I hear?" She searched the darkness, her eyes jerking from one place to another.
"Yes, of course."A woman suddenly appeared, sitting on the throne. Her likeness in looks and voice to Coelune was impeccable, save her gown, which was of the purest satin green. Coelune stumbled back in her surprise.
"Ah, my dear sister Coelune," said Oanayiah, stressing the word. "It has been many, many years since we last set eyes on each other."
Coelune nodded stiffly, resentment showing clearly on her face. "Indeed it has, sister, although I had hoped that last meeting would be forever." She walked slowly back up the steps and said sarcastically, "I always did want to know how you managed to appear and disappear like that."
Oanayiah laughed and said, "As you know, I am the only one that has been able to turn completely invisible for any length of time, but I shall keep that vital information as to how, as you probably have guessed. I have something to say to you, which is the obvious reason for my coming to this...place. Both sides of the war have heard the legend of the Frayac Four...you know, Huuk, Deelj, Moora and Spraac. Of those four, we have managed to locate three and have them in our possession even as we speak. But as of the fourth, no-"
"We have it," Coelune interrupted.
Oanayiah gaped, then she said jerkily, "You...you have it? But that's...terrible! How did you find it? They are impossible to find without the proper tracking devices which only we have, and even then it took us nearly a decade!"
Coelune smirked. "We have ways of completing tasks to our own advantage."
Oanayiah sighed heavily. "Well, not all hope is lost...for now." Then she gestured a hand, intending to change the subject, and said, "What a...comfy little castle you have now. How did you get this one? By stealing it, as you did the last three? Oh, no, it was two castles. Now I remember. The third one you didn't capture because you were found out and nearly killed. What a stupid mistake.
Coelune gritted her teeth angrily and hissed, "You are no longer tolerated within these gates, Oanayiah! Flee and hide like you are so good at in times of trial! The way you always do that, no wonder we're winning the war!"
Oanayiah stood up, infuriated. "Sister, these are not the right circumstances, but believe me, when the time is right, I will personally see to your end!"
With that, Oanayiah disappeared in a blur of green, a heavy draft knocking Coelune back. The last words spoken danced around the room as if they were still being said.
Coelune stood, turned, and stopped in surprise. Luntun was standing there, mock shock on his face. "I never knew you had a sister," he said, almost mockingly, then winced at the pain he felt all over, nearly consuming him.
Coelune raised a hand to hit him, but Oanayiah appeared- again suddenly -and blocked it with her forearm. "We shall meet again, Coelune," she whispered, and this time Luntun disappeared with her.
Coelune glared where her sister had just stood and said, "We shall."
There is is. I hope you liked reading it as much as I liked writing it!
She stood, taking an intimidating pose and said into the emptiness, "I, Coelune, queen and just guardian of the magnificent city Hiuda, here announce the coming of a great empire, a better age for all. Under the unfortunate circumstances of the present war, I will rule this fair city and all its occupants, a responsibility I will take humbly." She walked down the steps leading away from her throne, not bothering to sidestep Luntun.
"Nice speech, I must say, but I thought it was a little too typical."
The queen whirled around, but saw no one in sight. "Oanayiah?" she whispered. "Is it you that I hear?" She searched the darkness, her eyes jerking from one place to another.
"Yes, of course."A woman suddenly appeared, sitting on the throne. Her likeness in looks and voice to Coelune was impeccable, save her gown, which was of the purest satin green. Coelune stumbled back in her surprise.
"Ah, my dear sister Coelune," said Oanayiah, stressing the word. "It has been many, many years since we last set eyes on each other."
Coelune nodded stiffly, resentment showing clearly on her face. "Indeed it has, sister, although I had hoped that last meeting would be forever." She walked slowly back up the steps and said sarcastically, "I always did want to know how you managed to appear and disappear like that."
Oanayiah laughed and said, "As you know, I am the only one that has been able to turn completely invisible for any length of time, but I shall keep that vital information as to how, as you probably have guessed. I have something to say to you, which is the obvious reason for my coming to this...place. Both sides of the war have heard the legend of the Frayac Four...you know, Huuk, Deelj, Moora and Spraac. Of those four, we have managed to locate three and have them in our possession even as we speak. But as of the fourth, no-"
"We have it," Coelune interrupted.
Oanayiah gaped, then she said jerkily, "You...you have it? But that's...terrible! How did you find it? They are impossible to find without the proper tracking devices which only we have, and even then it took us nearly a decade!"
Coelune smirked. "We have ways of completing tasks to our own advantage."
Oanayiah sighed heavily. "Well, not all hope is lost...for now." Then she gestured a hand, intending to change the subject, and said, "What a...comfy little castle you have now. How did you get this one? By stealing it, as you did the last three? Oh, no, it was two castles. Now I remember. The third one you didn't capture because you were found out and nearly killed. What a stupid mistake.
Coelune gritted her teeth angrily and hissed, "You are no longer tolerated within these gates, Oanayiah! Flee and hide like you are so good at in times of trial! The way you always do that, no wonder we're winning the war!"
Oanayiah stood up, infuriated. "Sister, these are not the right circumstances, but believe me, when the time is right, I will personally see to your end!"
With that, Oanayiah disappeared in a blur of green, a heavy draft knocking Coelune back. The last words spoken danced around the room as if they were still being said.
Coelune stood, turned, and stopped in surprise. Luntun was standing there, mock shock on his face. "I never knew you had a sister," he said, almost mockingly, then winced at the pain he felt all over, nearly consuming him.
Coelune raised a hand to hit him, but Oanayiah appeared- again suddenly -and blocked it with her forearm. "We shall meet again, Coelune," she whispered, and this time Luntun disappeared with her.
Coelune glared where her sister had just stood and said, "We shall."
There is is. I hope you liked reading it as much as I liked writing it!
Saturday, August 8, 2009
My Mom's Story
My mother wrote a story for me, and I thought I'd post it for her. Here it is...
"Mom," said Jaclyn, coming into the family room late Friday afternoon, "here goes!" She unfolded a small page of pale blue stationary. Mom didn't say anything, just closed the book she was reading and looked up. Her brown eyes said, I'm listening. So, Jaclyn began her story...
"'The Prize. Two children sang in Spring Valley's Annual Elementary School Singing Contest. Both were girls. Both sang carefully, beautifully, exceptionally. Both performed lovely but difficult solos for the local guests and judges. But, only one won.' "
"A singing contest?" Mom asked. "Sounds a bit like the writing contest between you and Claire last week. Is it?"
"I did it that way on purpose, Mom." Jaclyn bent a corner of the paper over slightly, then tried to straighten it with her thumbnail. "I'm not very good at apologies."
"Ah," said Mom. "Will Claire understand what you're trying to say through this story?"
"Yes, I'm pretty sure. She's perceptive."
"Go on, then."
"'Dawn and Dannette each received cheerful and immediate applause. But, Dawn did not receive what she absolutely and so deeply desired. Of course, the red silk ribbon was perfectly suited to Dawn's light brown hair. And, of course, the forest green silk ribbon would look excellent in Dannette's dark brown hair. That wasn't the point. It was the choice given to the winner of which ribbon she wanted. That was the important thing. Dannette chose first because she had won.' "
Jaclyn paused. Fresh in her mind was her own, recent personally painful experience. She frowned, then continued.
"'Dawn let her disappointment turn to anger. Backstage, with a pair of scissors, she destroyed Dannette's prize.' "
"Claire was the the only other contestant that gave you some competition, wasn't she?"
Jaclyn threw the paper in the air and folded her arms across her chest. "I was so mad, Mom! I purposely knocked the gift the judges gave her right out of her hands!" She took a deep breath. It's not totally destroyed, though. Just ruined."
"I'm proud of you for working through this."
Jaclyn reached out for the paper that had fallen on the couch, but suddenly jerked her hand back. "Hey," she said sarcastically, "maybe I should have just written something like, 'Once upon a time, Claire Beth Danielson and Jaclyn Michelle Carter lived at complete opposite ends of Spring Valley Road...!' "
"I think your story is good," Mom said, "in more ways than one."
Jaclyn finally grabbed the paper. "Thanks." She sat down next to her mom. "This last part is my apology." Another deep breath. "'Dawn was instantly sorry. She sincerely apologized to Dannette and purposed in her heart to replace the ribbon.
Miss Karr, one of the judges who was watching everything, called Dawn aside and gave her something - encouragement: "You now, it's not just how one sings that makes a true winner. It is the quality of the person behind the song." The End.' "
Mom smiled. "Splendid."
Early Saturday morning, Jaclyn and her mom walked up the short, gravel drive to Claire's home. One was holding in her hand the small page of pale blue stationary and a brand new, beautifully wrapped forest green writing journal.
Hope you liked the story!
"Mom," said Jaclyn, coming into the family room late Friday afternoon, "here goes!" She unfolded a small page of pale blue stationary. Mom didn't say anything, just closed the book she was reading and looked up. Her brown eyes said, I'm listening. So, Jaclyn began her story...
"'The Prize. Two children sang in Spring Valley's Annual Elementary School Singing Contest. Both were girls. Both sang carefully, beautifully, exceptionally. Both performed lovely but difficult solos for the local guests and judges. But, only one won.' "
"A singing contest?" Mom asked. "Sounds a bit like the writing contest between you and Claire last week. Is it?"
"I did it that way on purpose, Mom." Jaclyn bent a corner of the paper over slightly, then tried to straighten it with her thumbnail. "I'm not very good at apologies."
"Ah," said Mom. "Will Claire understand what you're trying to say through this story?"
"Yes, I'm pretty sure. She's perceptive."
"Go on, then."
"'Dawn and Dannette each received cheerful and immediate applause. But, Dawn did not receive what she absolutely and so deeply desired. Of course, the red silk ribbon was perfectly suited to Dawn's light brown hair. And, of course, the forest green silk ribbon would look excellent in Dannette's dark brown hair. That wasn't the point. It was the choice given to the winner of which ribbon she wanted. That was the important thing. Dannette chose first because she had won.' "
Jaclyn paused. Fresh in her mind was her own, recent personally painful experience. She frowned, then continued.
"'Dawn let her disappointment turn to anger. Backstage, with a pair of scissors, she destroyed Dannette's prize.' "
"Claire was the the only other contestant that gave you some competition, wasn't she?"
Jaclyn threw the paper in the air and folded her arms across her chest. "I was so mad, Mom! I purposely knocked the gift the judges gave her right out of her hands!" She took a deep breath. It's not totally destroyed, though. Just ruined."
"I'm proud of you for working through this."
Jaclyn reached out for the paper that had fallen on the couch, but suddenly jerked her hand back. "Hey," she said sarcastically, "maybe I should have just written something like, 'Once upon a time, Claire Beth Danielson and Jaclyn Michelle Carter lived at complete opposite ends of Spring Valley Road...!' "
"I think your story is good," Mom said, "in more ways than one."
Jaclyn finally grabbed the paper. "Thanks." She sat down next to her mom. "This last part is my apology." Another deep breath. "'Dawn was instantly sorry. She sincerely apologized to Dannette and purposed in her heart to replace the ribbon.
Miss Karr, one of the judges who was watching everything, called Dawn aside and gave her something - encouragement: "You now, it's not just how one sings that makes a true winner. It is the quality of the person behind the song." The End.' "
Mom smiled. "Splendid."
Early Saturday morning, Jaclyn and her mom walked up the short, gravel drive to Claire's home. One was holding in her hand the small page of pale blue stationary and a brand new, beautifully wrapped forest green writing journal.
Hope you liked the story!
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Continuation
Well, here is the next part of the of the chapter I stopped posting in the middle of. I'll finish the rest next time. If you want to read it, then go ahead...
....."I've a want...to know why you dare return here without the eleven of my best men I sent with you." Luntun's head was still bent. Sweat streamed from his forehead, dripping onto the velvety material of the elf's dress. He rose slowly, shaking uncontrollably.
"Coelune, your highness, when we entered that,"- Luntun's voice dropped to a strained whisper -"that forest, we all thought there was nothing in there we couldn't handle, nothing that could stop us from finding Fra...um...the thing you sent us in there for. But then that beastly dragon appeared out of seemingly nowhere and, well, took us by surprise. I'm the only one that survived the attack...as far as I know."
Coelune, the queen, laughed coldly. Then she shook her head and said, "You are more cowardly than I had taken you to be previously, Luntun. However, that does not matter now. Only this," She looked suspiciously at the guards by the door which were leaning to their sides as so hear better the conversation, leaned in closer to Luntun, and whispered, "only this matters. I have to know if you found it. Did you find...Frayac Moora?" The last words whispered Luntun could barely make out, but they were just loud enough. A smile stole onto his lips and he nodded vigorously, rising to a full standing position despite his excruciating wounds. The queen smiled, an evil glint in her wicked eyes. "Where," Coelune whispered, "where did you find it?"
Luntun gulped, swallowing the fear in his throat that threatened to choke him. "It's in a clearing full of huts about eight miles into the forest, there's a path leading straight to it. I myself saw...it through one of the windows. It had that mark, just like you said."
The elf nodded her head slowly, then straightened up, yelling sharply, "Guards!" The guards stood up clumsily, a sheepish look mingled with exhaustion on every one of their faces. The queen continued, "I want to justly reward Luntun for his marvelous discovery." Coelune smiled mischievously at Luntun and barked, "Take him to the dungeons and prepare the gallows for his hanging tomorrow morning!" Luntun's face turned paler than the queen's and he passed out from both pain and fear, collapsing to the floor. Coelune chuckled and said, her voice rising by the word, "You shall ride into the forest this very night and return to me what I have long wanted to have! Grentagh shall be your new captain. I hope he will be more...accommodating than his previous commander." One guard nodded his head shakily and immediately led the guards out the door, forgetting Coelun's command to carry Luntun to the dungeons lying beneath the castle.
Coelune looked down at Luntun's unmoving body and whispered to him, "Of course, I hope you don't mind the changes I have made."
There it is. I hope you liked the next segment of the chapter!
....."I've a want...to know why you dare return here without the eleven of my best men I sent with you." Luntun's head was still bent. Sweat streamed from his forehead, dripping onto the velvety material of the elf's dress. He rose slowly, shaking uncontrollably.
"Coelune, your highness, when we entered that,"- Luntun's voice dropped to a strained whisper -"that forest, we all thought there was nothing in there we couldn't handle, nothing that could stop us from finding Fra...um...the thing you sent us in there for. But then that beastly dragon appeared out of seemingly nowhere and, well, took us by surprise. I'm the only one that survived the attack...as far as I know."
Coelune, the queen, laughed coldly. Then she shook her head and said, "You are more cowardly than I had taken you to be previously, Luntun. However, that does not matter now. Only this," She looked suspiciously at the guards by the door which were leaning to their sides as so hear better the conversation, leaned in closer to Luntun, and whispered, "only this matters. I have to know if you found it. Did you find...Frayac Moora?" The last words whispered Luntun could barely make out, but they were just loud enough. A smile stole onto his lips and he nodded vigorously, rising to a full standing position despite his excruciating wounds. The queen smiled, an evil glint in her wicked eyes. "Where," Coelune whispered, "where did you find it?"
Luntun gulped, swallowing the fear in his throat that threatened to choke him. "It's in a clearing full of huts about eight miles into the forest, there's a path leading straight to it. I myself saw...it through one of the windows. It had that mark, just like you said."
The elf nodded her head slowly, then straightened up, yelling sharply, "Guards!" The guards stood up clumsily, a sheepish look mingled with exhaustion on every one of their faces. The queen continued, "I want to justly reward Luntun for his marvelous discovery." Coelune smiled mischievously at Luntun and barked, "Take him to the dungeons and prepare the gallows for his hanging tomorrow morning!" Luntun's face turned paler than the queen's and he passed out from both pain and fear, collapsing to the floor. Coelune chuckled and said, her voice rising by the word, "You shall ride into the forest this very night and return to me what I have long wanted to have! Grentagh shall be your new captain. I hope he will be more...accommodating than his previous commander." One guard nodded his head shakily and immediately led the guards out the door, forgetting Coelun's command to carry Luntun to the dungeons lying beneath the castle.
Coelune looked down at Luntun's unmoving body and whispered to him, "Of course, I hope you don't mind the changes I have made."
There it is. I hope you liked the next segment of the chapter!
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