Wednesday, October 13, 2010
But here's something to brighten up your day! I actually have a synopsis for my NaNo novel! Here it is!
When 18 year old Lilian is kidnapped and held for ransom she thinks they'll simply kill her when her parents cant afford to pay. But no, these kidnappers are smart and won't wast something that can still make them good money. Instead, they sell her in to the Blood Market--a black market slave trade for vampires.
Will Lilian ever see her home again? Or will she be stuck as a vampire's pet for the rest of her life?
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Now, just so you all know, as soon as I have everything set-up to my liking I will be moving my mane blog to http://ameliadogwood.wordpress.com/ .
I will still be posting her on occasion but that one will be my mane one.
I am hopping on having that one up and running full swing in a month or so.
Now for the writing!
This is one of thous stories I wrote purely for my own enjoyment and it isn't in the least way edited so I'm sorry if it's a little on the random side but here is one of my favorite scenes so far from my story Night Life.
I took a deep breath of the cold night air. Though my bliss was quickly interrupted by the clear sound of a twig snapping no more then twig feet behind me. I realised that any normal human would be frightened out of the wits--though few would admit it.
"Go away Damien," I said my voice thick with annoyance.
"But where's the fun in that?" I heard his voice clearly in my head.
"Get out of my head and go away."
"Why?" he asked allowed at least honoring one of my requests. "You afraid to fight me? Afraid I might win?" he said mockingly from his perch in a large oak tree.
I scoffed, "I'm more afraid of a field mouse then I am of you." I said staring him in the eyes. "Not to mention, I'm here, out in the open, my weapons at the ready wall you are hiding away in the branches of a tree like the rodent you are. Pathetic."
"Take that back," he growled.
"I have no dizzier to take back which is the truth," I said unfazed.
"At least I'm not human! I could take you on any day easy. Especially on a full moon." he said boastfully.
"Then why are you staling?"
On thous words he jumped from the tree pining me to the ground. I kneed him in the chest, not a hard blow but enough to throw him off balance. I then reached for my knife and sliced his right leg. He's a vampire so it healed quickly but it made him mad. He ran toward me, fangs bared. I knew his moves so I was able to quickly doge without much effort.
"What's wrong Damien? To fast for you?" I said as I lept behind him and kicked his legs out from under him.
"No. You?" he said as he quickly recovered and punched me sending me flying in to a tree.
I was dizzy and my head was throbbing like crazy but I couldn't let that slow me down. I jumped forwarded and sliced his arm.
I quickly pounced on top of him and scraped his neck with my knife. "I win," I said smirking.
The rule of most vampire battles that weren't to the death was first bite wins. Since I don't bite and don't really plan to I use my knife.
"The grove is still mine," I say proudly. "Now get out."
"I didn't want your stupid grove anyway. I just needed to fight something and you where the only person I knew win or loose I would still have the pleasure of annoying."
I understood his need to fight. I felt it too, the extreme adrenalin rush the full moon brings.
"Just leave," I said again.
"Not until I get my consolation prize," he said biting into my neck.
I fought back but not wholeheartedly. I knew there was no point. I couldn't fight him off this way, and I knew he wouldn't kill me. We weren't exactly friends but nether of up would ever want to kill each other. He was truthfully one of the only vampires I would trust to fed on me. Not to mention that--next to Nathan--Damien had the most self control when it came to feeding of anyone I knew. He finally drew back, liking his lips.
I glared at him.
"You little leach," I said cracking a mischiefs smile.
Knifes forgotten I pounced on him and we weaseled together in the soft cool moss. But this time there was no competition, just pure play.
Tell me what you think! (and sorry for a couple typos!)
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Now on the the writing piece! This is the first chapter of my still unfinished, unedited, novel END TIMES. I have posted both here and on facebook lots of spinets but I haven't posted this part yet so have fun!
8/29/2092 Around 7:00am
It’s just nine days after the apocalypse. And everyday since I have seen the dead laying in the streets--or what use to be streets. I suppose I should feel lucky to have survived, but with all this distribution, and the scientists saying we have to evacuate the planet, I don’t feel vary lucky.
I don’t really know if I even want to go, earth is my home, I want to save it, but I still want to live.
And I know it’s hopeless anyway. The scientists couldn’t stop it. How would I? I mean I’m just a 16 year old girl. I sighed as I held tight to the small uncut sapphire necklace my grandma had given me when I was just nine years old. It was the night before she dyed. She said to always keep it with me and to never forget her. A tear rolled down my cheek. It was seven years ago but I still miss her.
“Emma? You okay?” my brother asked.
“Ya, I’m fine Jared.” I said as I quickly whipped away my tears and stuck the necklace back in my shirt.
“Okay, well the ship leaves tomorrow so be ready.”
“OK, but I still don’t see why we have to take the vary last ship out.” I said folding my arms.
“Because, they wanted to get the scientists out first, then the people who could do the most work, then the rest of us.”
“I guess…” I sighed
“Right. Now get ready.” he said as he turned away.
He left the small alcove that was my “room” in the bomb shelter that was our “home” until the ship left.
I guess it is in my best interest to leave…but you know how some times what’s in your best interests isn’t really in your best interests? That’s how I fell right now.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Write down ten characters and number them. (NOTE! don't look at the questions below until you've numbered!) If you don't have ten characters in your story yet use characters from your favorite books, movies, or what ever! (it's actually funnier if you mix characters form different books!)
Okay you got your list? Now answer the questions!
-4 invites 3 to a dinner at their house. What happens?
-9 tries to get 5 to go to a strip club.
-You need to stay at a friend's house for a night. Who do you choose, 1 or 6?
-2 and 7 are making out. 10 walks in. What is their reaction?
-3 falls in love with 6. 8 is jealous. What happens?
-4 jumps you in a dark alley. Who comes to your rescue: 10, 2, or 7?
-1 decides to start a cooking show. 15 minutes later, what's happening?
-3 has to marry either 4, 8, or 9. Who do they choose?
-7 kidnaps 2 and demands something from 5 for 2's release. What is it?
-Everyone gangs up on 3. Does 3 have a chance in hell?
-Everyone is invited to 2 and 10's wedding except for 8. How do they react?
-Why is 6 afraid of 7?
-1 arrives late for 2 and 10's wedding. What happens and why were they late?
-5 and 9 get roaring drunk and end up at your house. What happens?
-9 murder's 2's best friend. What does 2 do to get back at them?
-6 and 1 are in mortal danger. Only one of them can survive. Does 6 save themselves or 1?
-8 and 3 go camping. They forgot to bring food. What do they do?
-5 is in a car crash and is critically injured. What does 9 do?
Monday, June 7, 2010
So here's ether the beginning of the first chapter or the prologue (I haven't disided which yet) of a yet-to-be-named story.
Hope you like it! And give me any feed-back you can!
Chelo music still wrong in my ears even after I woke up after having that dream again.
I had been having the same dream every night for the past three months. and it was starting to scar me.
Every time it started out the same: I'm standing in a corn feel with no one ells around me. But the suddenly I'm somehow pushed deep in to the ground in to a dark casim. I can't see anything my I can hear plenty. There are what I can tell from there voices two men and one woman. And they're always arguing about something...
"No, we must strike sooner then that to keep the humans at bay." The first man will say.
"Come now, they pose no real threat. We can stay here lesherly for the next five months if we wish and no one will be the wiser." the secant man will answer.
"Says you! But I know better! You remember last time you though "Nothing would go wrong"?"
"Now boys, it won't help anything for you to keep fighting like this!" Says the woman.
"Shut up!" they'll both answer.
"Quiet, I smell a human here." The fist man.
"Don't be silly! No human could get down here."
My hart ponds, I know what will happen. First I'll hear the chelo music--my dreams often have movie sound tracks--and the a bright light will shine and I'll instantly feel like I'm on firer. Then I here all three voices laughing. Laughing!
The light dims just enough for me to see though it a little. I can never see the three faces but what I do see is three pares of big, black, wings.
Also, sorry of any typos!
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
I know I don't post a lot here right now anyway but I wanted you all to know that I won't be able to pose anything for about the next five days or so because I will be at a conference.
Anyway I wish I had something good to post for you all right now but I don't.
Well I will talk to you all later and I hope to have at least a haiku or a prompt of something for you when I get back.