um here is part of my story! i hope you guys like it!


"RUN!!! Hurry go go go!!" I ushered her down behind my fathers throne. For a moment I was worried her neon blue skin and orange hair would give us away but quickly forgot about that when I heard Chad’s deep booming voice come into the room.
“Come out come out where ever you are my little princess.” He said then added. “If you be good then I’ll let you be my queen. I bet you would like that huh? Of course that little maid of yours will have to go but don’t be upset about a little thing like that.”
“Do it…now.” I whispered to Alex.
“NO!!!!!!!” It sounded just like me but from the next room over. You see Alex is a ventriloquist. She is better at it than anybody else in the whole kingdom.
“Ah. There you are my darling.” Chad was saying as he walked down the hallway into the other room. I peeked out behind the chair to see where he was. Gone. Good. I motioned with my hand for Alex to fallow me as I ran as quickly and quietly down the long hallway. We didn’t stop until we got to my bedchamber. I opened the door and walked in. Alex just stood outside the door.
“Ugh!” I cried in frustration. “Come on! No more princess crap! Get in here now!!” I pulled her in after me. She nodded once I closed the door and we went and sat n the gigantic pink bed of mine. Note to self if we live through this change bedclothes to green.
“Ok.” I said in a whisper. “You did great out there Alex but Chads not an idiot and will figure out soon enough that you tricked him.”
“ I know. I’m just still glad he hadn’t transformed yet. Its terribly hard to trick him then.” She told me in a non-whisper. I put my finger to my lips and she nodded. ”Sorry.” She whispered
Phew. I thought to my self. At least that’s over for now.
“ What do we do now. He already has your father and more than half the kingdom locked up! There’s nothing we can do. He’s going to find us kill me and use you to do and go wherever he wants when he wants!” she started to cry. And why shouldn’t she I thought she has every right to be scared I thought to myself.
I took her by the shoulders and gathered her into a hug. We stayed like that for a while before I said.
“ I will never let that creep kill you do you understand that? I’ll do what ever it takes ok?”
She dried her tears on her sleeve and nodded. “How?” I could barely hear her. It sounded like she was trying to hold back more tears but I tried to ignore that fact.
“ I have a plan.” I whispered.
A look of puzzlement washed over her face.
“ What?” she asked still puzzled.
“ Earth.”
“ Earth?”
“ Yes. We are going to earth it’s the only safe place left. Come on get up we need to change.”
I stood up and took her by the hand but she pulled away.
“ No.” She said flatly. “ I’m not going to Earth. There are bugs and-and those things that whirl wind and dust and cows and stuff all over the place like on that one movie. And diseases! We could get sick and die before we even had a chance to fight off Chad!!” she looked almost purple from being so sick.

um yea thats all im going to put for now! and i was wondering do you think i should go back after im done with Nikki (the one telling the story) i should go to brandon?(a regulare boy she will soon meet at school and fall in love with) or should i wait tell she gets to school? thanks your hopeful friend flaming star

Amberlynn

Sorry about the title, I haven't thought of a name yet. Well, no one's posted anything in a while, and I got this idea and the words for the beginning and I just had to write it down so I wouldn't forget. I'll probably use the idea for nanowrimo this year, or something. Maybe not, I'm not sure :D Tell me what you think:



"Amberlynn? Bree--Bree's dead."
Slowly, I put my homework down as I mulled this over in my head. Mother always preferred to come right out and say things--especially the things that were the hardest to say. Usually this left you feeling like she'd run you over with a truck.
Today was a little different. It was more like Einstein telling me that the sky was actually not blue, but bright pink. It was shocking, but I knew Mother, like Einstein, would not joke about something like this.
When it was clear to my mother that I had no response to give, she closed the door and left swiftly, but not before I saw her face and the tears flowing down her cheeks. I realized then that my own eyes should be wet after hearing the news of my dead cousin, especially one who had lived in the same town as me. But I wasn't crying. In fact I didn't even feel very sad. Only thoughtful. I did feel very bad for Brielle, but I knew that wasn't the same thing. Somehow I just couldn't get myself to really feel remorse, as everyone else did.
I wandered out into the living room a few minutes later to find my sister crying on the couch. When she saw me she ran to me and hugged me fiercely as she struggled to suppress her sobs. At age thirteen, Ivy was three years younger than Bree was, but she had still been Bree's favorite cousin. They were always doing things together, and alone, if they could manage to sneak away from the younger cousins who were always begging Brielle to play with them. It had always seemed a little strange, since I was the one who was Bree's age, but I never did anything with her. We didn't even like each other all that much.


As the book goes on, Amberlynn (known as Lynn) will start to learn things about Brielle that she never knew, and realize there was more to her than she thought. By the end she'll wish she'd gotten to know her cousin.
Did I portray Amberlynn okay? I don't want her to seem like a terrible person, because she doesn't care that Brielle's dead, but I did need to show that she and Bree didn't have a very good relationship. So did I do okay?

Writer's Digest

Writer's Digest holds a short story competition every month. They give you a prompt and the story must be 750 words or fewer, you can submit this through their website and the winner gets published in an issue of Writer's Digest. This month's prompt is:

"A 20-something man sits in a taxi in front of his parents' house, trying to find the strength to tell them that he (fill in the blank)."

The entries are due March 10th (I know that's short notice, but its still fun and there will be more).

Their website is also very cool, they have a lot of other competitions and tips and things on there that you should all go check out.

http://www.writersdigest.com/yourstory

Vote for the worst first line of a novel

Entry #1

Title: NOT Crazy

Genre: fantasy/young adult???

They all said I was crazy, when I claimed to have seen a two faced walrus dragon with not just one, but two unibrows, not to mention clad in brown and yellow polka dotted bows - and all I could do was laugh - ha, ha, HA, for I knew what I had seen with my uneven rotten pineapple shaped pupils, and if they would not choose to taste the milkweed flavored truth then they would just have to whither in their own guilty insipidness of repulsive lies.


Entry #2

Genre: Suspense, thriller, walruseating, happy and fun.

At the movies the following Saturday, a predicament, inescapable as it was, allowed the little child to meet (being one of its upmost dreams)-and later be consumed by- a large, intelligent, French speaking dinosaur who peered out of its glasses with such delight with cheery eyes and a beautiful, almost persuasive smile, showing how interesting its personality could be.



Entry #3

Genre: Mystery

It was a dark and stormy, yet somehow sunny and warm night; the kind that ran shivers down another persons spine and made you sneeze your brains out.

War Of The Words Logo Contest

These are the "entries," shall we say, of the WOTW Creative Writing Club logo contest. Please leave a comment joyously proclaiming your choice. I would make a poll or something on the sidebar, but I am just a person without admin privileges and that would not work. :)

~Amerah

question

ok so i started this book thinking it would end up to be this romance action with aliens and stuff so i tried to start it but it is like wrong does that make sence? but what ended up on the paper i think is good its just not what i wanted to what do i do do i keep it and just try again or do i just through that one away and start all over?

Logo Contest

Remember our logo contest. Bring your best logo with you to our meeting on Thursday.

Thanks!

1st contest

Yeah, I know I said I'd do this almost TWO WEEKS AGO!!!!! Sorry about the delay.

Introducing our first WOTW contest:

"World's Worst First Sentence of an Imaginary Novel"*

*inspired by the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest held by newspapers around the county.

Look here for winners of the 2008 Deseret News contest.

Look here for the national contest and related links.

Here are the ground rules for our contest:

• Entries are limited to one sentence. That sentence, however, does not have a word limit. For the purposes of this contest, let's adopt the "more is more" approach.
• Please include the genre of your imaginary novel.
• You may submit more than one entry as long as each entry is a different genre.
• Liberal use of cliches, hyperbole, misplaced modifiers, parenthetical phrases, semi-colons, dashes and the word "suddenly" is highly encouraged.
• Have fun!

Submission guidelines:

• Submission deadline is Wednesday, February 4 at 10:00 p.m.
• Submit your entry as a comment in this post.
• On Thursday, February 5, I will paste all submissions into a new post. I will also set up a poll in the right side bar so you can vote for your favorite.
• The poll will be closed on Wednesday, February 11 at 10 p.m.
• The winner will get a small award during our meeting on February 12.

There you go! I hope you have fun with this one. Comment here if you have any questions.

What to do?

I'm not sure if the contest themes should be something strange and random to think about, or to be serious.

Moon of Malgharen

Hey, peoples! I've finally posted a bit of my book, Moon of Malgharen. It's in my own Blog at the moment (If I posted it in this one, it would probably just get in the way). Go to my Portfolio and click on the link at the bottom that says WOTW Story Post Blog. Enjoy!

~Lightningwriter~

Misty Night

Hey Misty Night are you from our school? Your profile says you're from Bear River. . . so I was just wondering.

HELP!!

OK guys I need like serious help! there is something wrong with the beginning of my story I used to really like and now I'm not so sure. its like its not the same thing or something you know?? I still like it its just i want to know if you guys think i should change it?? so please help I've already posted it it is the one labeled "life"it is right under neath 'the memory of Annie'! so please scroll down and read it and leave a comment because ya just help me out! thanks to all that help!
your majorly desperate friend flaming star

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Something New

DOUBLE POST *Gasp*
This is all I have written for a “story” that can’t really go anywhere..


Something must be new every day.
This seemed to be the outlook on life for Ziggy Stardust*. He did not acknowledge its meaning in his life, but it was surely subconsciously there. Every day he set out the day with the goal of getting a new experience, good or bad, as long as it was new.
The end.
*I guess I shouldn’t keep the name Ziggy Stardust. It’s just a great song by a great singer and basically the best name of all time. But maybe I should have something more ordinary, no? O_O

~Amerah

Okay, so I have been texting random notes into my phone for about a month now, and I know it’s neither creative or writing, but whatever. Here are the notes…they're mostly songs, actually. :P Whoops.



1-I just recently got a new phone with a working screen, so stay tuned for more random and freaky cell-notes from Amerah Ames!!
2- Things Everyone Must Do Before They Reach Their Demise:
Write a stupid list that no one cares about.
Be serious at times and funny at times.
Draw a hippopotamus
3- Continued.
Become an internet superstar.
Listen to The Beatles
Read a book and cry about it.
Go to a Weird Al concert.
Keep some kind of journal/personal narrative.
4- How can you be pro-life and anti-gay?
5- Queen is truly musically dynamite with a laser beam. I love them more than a fat kid loves cakes and shakes. (As a YouTube friend once said about The Killers)
6- It’s impossible to say I love you to someone who is roughly 3.8 times your age and can smack you with an accordion.
7-Do you want to be a microphone?
8- “I’m fine, but I still hear those voices at night.” (The Killers, Spaceman)
9-On December 2nd, I found the perfect banana.
10-“Don’t want to harmonize with you..with me.. Change KEY! I need a nap!” (Kate Winslet, Weird Al Yankovic, I Need A Nap)
11-“I closed my eyes and she slipped away… more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play…” (Boston, More Than A Feeling)
12- “:Don’t make me slap you.” (House, Hugh Laurie) ENDOFTHEWEEKENDITIS
13- I just heard “Human” by The Killers twice in a row. On the radio.
14- “You say I’m obsessed, I say I’m in love” ~The Killers (The Killers, Desperate)
15- “Life has a funny way of helping you out.” (Alanis Morrisette, Ironic)
16-FATALITY! Teeeheee! (Nigahiga, How To Be --- videos)
17- I’m DOOMED as DOOMED can be you know! (Martin Short, Saturday Night Live)
18-The Unabomber…is WEIRD AL YANKOVIC??
19-“I live in a VAN, down by the RIVER!!” (Chris Farley, Saturday Night Live)
20-“How long have you been seventeen?” “Awhile. Just like every young actor in Hollywood.” (Twilight/High School Musical Spoof, YouTube)
21-“That’s just wiggity wiggity wiggity WHACK!” “Crack is whack.” (some song and Whitney Houston.)
22-“Hurry up, hurry up hurry up and wait!” (Blondie)

How Do You Know?

Okay, so I just joined this thing and I've spent forever just trying to figure it out. Having grown up in the 21st century you might think I would understand how to use a blogging website.

Well I don't. I never blogged before in my life....

But I didn't post this to whine about my lack of blogging expertise, I'm posting this to ask a question.

How do you know if a book is worth revising and editing?

I wrote a book and I'm wondering if the plot and story is even worth rewriting and editing. So how can you even tell?

Word of the week

Yeah, I know, it's late again. Maybe I should change the day to Saturday.
So, I tried to find something Christmasy for you guys, but I failed. Unfortunately I am not sapient enough to mitigate the sadness you have due to the sad fact that I am unable to find a Christmasy word. Yay! I used both of the other words of the week in the same sentence. That was sorta random, though.


Here it is!!
Oh, and again, I don't want the Wiki nerds to sue me for all I'm worth, so the credit for this goes to Wikipedia. (No offense the the Wiki nerds...)

Transmogrification
Part of Speech - Noun
Definition - the act or process of being transformed into a different form
Sentence - Um, I can't think of one. Leave a comment with a sentence you thought of that contains this word. Please. Thank you.

--Ninja Vampire--

I Don't Know if I Wanna Post my Nonsense! (:

My friend told me to write a hard to understand e-mail to someone randomly. This is what I came up with.

So I'm at my grandma's right? And she sends me to find her shoes. I guess she lost them in a stratus cloud. So, like a good little girl, I run to fetch them. I climb up the never-ending stairs and step into K-Mart. Ring, ring. It's my mother dearest.
"Where are you?"
"Washington D.C."
"What?!" My mom promptly freaks out.
"Oh, don't worry. I have my noteworthy design tucked safely away in Miami."
"Oh!" she lets out a gust of relieved C02. "Tell your duck I said hi." So I hang up and start walking away from the K-mart. My duck is nowhere to be found. She's probably hibernating with her friends. I step into the busy street and dodge Superman as he flies super-sonically fastly by. I wave and scowl. Superman isn't as neato as my Elvis impersonator friend thinks. Sometimes I hate my brain, I mutter to my indulgent mind. I silently make a vow to kill every pigeon that has ever lived as one flies by my ear. I shoot out a limb and kick it. It does a double back-flip and then bounces on the ground like a rubber bouncy ball. I immediately feel euphoric and jog the rest of the way to the Toast Emporium.
My pocket vibrates and I answer my phone. Somebody I don't know says: In Gulliver's Travels Jonathan Swift described the two moons of Mars, Phobos and Deimos, giving their exact size and speeds of rotation. He did this more than 100 years before either moon was discovered.I blink in shock."Hum. I learned that last year in Sunday School."
"I know you did."
"Who is this?" I ask with a slight tremor in my voice.
"Your worst nightmare. Muahha--" I promptly hang up to give him the burn of never finishing his evil laugh. I run, run until my legs burn. I take a seat in the Emporium and ask the kid seated next to me if he's ever been lonely in a crowded room. He gawks at me and then scoots over a couple of seats away.
It was then that I saw my Grandma's pink shoes on the kids feet. My pupils get smaller and my nostrils flare. I jump up and grab him by the fro, he shrieks and shields his mouth. My scowl deepens and I yell ""Inventario II" ("Inventory II") compiles the poems in Spanish that Mario Benedetti wrote from 1986 to 1991. But... who is Benedetti?. That is an extremely pertinent question, especially in the USA, where not many people know him (unfortunately for them, I might add). He is a very gifted poet and writer, born in Uruguay in 1920, who had to abandon his country for quite a few years due to a military dictatorship in his country... In my opinion, some of his books are wonderful, and "Inventario II" is one of them. I generally don't like poetry, but after borrowing this book from a friend out of curiosity, I decided to buy it!"
I let go of his fro and take off his blue shoes (they change colors). I look back as I walk out of the double doors. A single tear rolls down my hot cheek as I throw a dryer sheet to him. I jog back to Washington DC and give my grandma her shoes. Then I walk to school. ...I had a good day.

This is an original rough draft of a script that I wrote for my video Year On Youtube. It's kind of different from the actual video, which is what happens when one does improv "comedy."

Video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=93ljGI2wPuQ

YEAR ON YOUTUBE:
Act 1:
1:Wow, it's been a year since my first YouTube video!
2:Yeah, you know. That one suckish one with my freakin' awesome cat in it?
3: (Looks around)
4: Well, it's been QUITE a year.
Act 2:
1: so it's been pretty awesome, I mean... my videos haven't improved that much, but what can I say...
2: I love you guys who are, you know, easily amused.
3: You're my favorites.
Act 3:
1: So, look at this thing I got... it's so neat, it's an award thing...
2: Well, actually, it's a syrup bottle spray painted gold.
3: I got it from a church thing.
4: They gave it to us so we would feel good about our achievements or something, I don't know.
Act 4:
1: So you may be asking, "What's your point, you crazy?"
2: And here it is: I would like some of you (or all of you) to participate with me in this lovely time.
3: Here's what I want you to do.
Act 5:
1: It would be the greatest if you would ask me a question.
2: Any question, really. As long as it's appropriate or what-not.
3: Wouldn't want anyone to be upset.
4: It can be something about the videos, or something generally about... me... or my buddies that are in the videos and stuff.
5: Or if you feel like it, you can answer MY question.
6: What's your favorite video, and why?
7: So yep, just comment on the video and ask and answer some questions, kay?
Act 6:
1: After I get the questions/responses I need, I'll make a video about the questions I got and their answers.
2: Also, I'll talk about what people said about their favorite video.
3: It will be off the hizzy, so please comment!
4:BYE!!

poem explanation

That poem was a dream, I hurried up and scribbled down what I dreamt in poetry form and I used to dance so that was probably why that was what I was doing in the dream and I have orthostatic hypotension so I black out when I do a lot of activity or when I'm too hot or when I stand for too long. The person at the end who helped me up I believe was God, I never saw him so this poem is a little personal but I thought it would be fun to share and see what people think of it.

The Only One That Matters...Is the One That Helps Me Up When I Fall.

Here is another poem I wrote a little over a year ago. It's a lot longer than my other one, tell me how you like it.

I walk tip-toed onto the cold, shiny floor
It seems as if nobody's watching.
I glide as the music blares hard through the speakers
So loud my feet jump off the floor.

Without rehearsal I know all the steps
They're racing through my body.
The beat sets in and my heart starts pounding.

I leap and twirl and all the earth seems to fade away
I'm in my own world
Just me and the music
In a silent, unconscious state.

I forget all my troubles and take flight across the stage
The lights turn on and the drapes part
They all can't help but stare
To watch me feel, hear, and breathe pure energy.

I become as if I were flames
Hot, flickering in the darkness
Moving in my own special way
Soaking up the oxygen and releasing it with great, bold, power.

My soul was alone on that stage
Revealing my deep passion
It was simply like magic
Special and strong, making all things possible.
My confidence kept my moves sharp
Popping and sprinting within my hearts every desire.

It all suddenly ended when the music came to a stop
I saw all the people in the audience
Clapping and cheering for me
But the only thing I could hear was the beating of my heart.
Everything literally faded away.

Then I opened my eyes
It was another one
Another blackout
This time I crashed
Like only a few times before

But then a warm hand helped me up
He held me close and whispered into my ear,
"Keep dancing...I was the only one watching"

Meeting this Thursday

We're meeting Thursday after school in Mrs. Kennedy's room. We will be electing officers, so if you want to be an officer, be sure to attend the meeting. We will also do some fun writing and, as always, we'll share our writing with each other.

Thanks for leaving such great comments here on the blog. I hope you all find the feedback valuable.

We'll see you on Thursday! Spread the word to your friends. We'd love to have a nice big group.

My Poem Below:

I thought it might help you guys reading my poem so that it makes more sense if I told you about the scene in the story.

So basically it's about a girl named Nicole (who is a Wonkle: similar to an elf) who ventures out on a journey of self discovery. One of the last places she ends up in is a labyrinth that has many mysteries and twists within its walls. Her and her friends she has with her get into a fight and they travel away from each other. Eventually Nicole gets lost and finds herself in this blinding white abyss where she can't tell which way is what or where the ground ends and the sky begins. This place seems to go on forever and Nicole becomes a little insane. She becomes so insane she wishes to kill herself in order to escape it, but finds she cannot bleed or die, the blood would stain the everlasting white of the place she's in and death is not heard of. She is in this abyss for approximately two years before she finds a little shadow in the far distance which turns out to be a white patch of grass with a white tree bearing white fruit. So she is pretty happy she found this. Eventually she gets out... but you'll have to read the story to find out how.

These are the first three stanzas of a poem I wrote a few years ago based on a chapter in a book I wrote and am now re-writing. It's a little depressing, but it describes the part in the story from the FMC's point of view.

All around me is white.
Piercing, blinding, eternal blank
All my emotions have slowly sank
Deep into the everlasting walls
That seem to swell in these bright halls.

I have the sudden urge to kill
Though my blood will not spill
My tears they shed of the past
A sign of hope, I see at last.

A patch of grass so white and fine
White as snow, the tree is mine
The fruit will keep me live and well
Until I die my soul will dwell.

The Memory of Annie

Okay this a piece from the same book of the one I posted earlier, but it's way later in the book. In fact, I haven't even written this far, but I got this idea and I wanted to write it somewhere.
Basically, the thing Charles found that looks like a pocket watch is called the Memory Watch. It can be used to go into memories and even alter them, if the holder of the Watch wanted to. Gemini was the only one who was able to use it, but when she was captured by her enemies, who want the Memory Watch for their own for the power to alter the enemies she gave some of the power to Charles so he and Paige could find her.
Charles and Paige are in one of Paige's memories, right in the middle of their expedition to find Gem and they come upon a hospital, a hospital Paige recognizes well.
Just a little note to add: the people she sees are only memories, so they don't see her. The other Paige is her from her past.
I feel like I'm not getting the mood through well enough. Please give me some suggestions!

"Charles, I know Gem told us not to split up, but. . . I really just want to go in by myself," Paige said slowly. She knew this hospital. And a part of her knew what she would find in there. It wasn't a memory she wished to relive.
"Okay, I'll search the other buildings," Charles said, catching the serious tone in her voice. He headed off down the street.
Paige approached the entrance of the hospital slowly. She dreaded what she might see inside, but somehow she knew she had to see it once more.
When she entered, she should have come into the waiting room. Instead she found herself just outside one of the rooms, face to face with a replica of herself, only the girl was about two or three years younger than the present Paige was.
The younger Paige didn't see her, just like all the other memories. She walked past Paige, towards one of the doctors. "Are you positive about this?" she asked. Her voice shook.
The doctor looked sadly at the other Paige. "I'm sorry. There's nothing we can do now. We've tried everything - nothing has helped. You can see her if you want. . . there won't be much time left for you to do so."
Paige nodded weakly. She turned and headed into one of the rooms. The Paige of the present followed silently, like a ghost. Numbness kept her only dimly aware of where her legs were taking her.
Paige from the past was greeted warmly by a small girl in a hospital bed. It had been the first time she'd seen her young friend without needles in her wrists and so many other things. It had also been the last time.
"Paige!" the girl cried happily.
Younger Paige mustered up a warm smile, hiding her feelings. "Hello, Annie." She sat down at the end of the bed.
Annie had been small in the first place. Now, after she'd fallen ill, she'd lost so much weight Paige wondered if there was anything left to lose. Her hair clung to her pale skin, soaked by sweat from a cruel fever. She looked so frail, but somehow her big blue eyes managed to remain bright.
"I've missed you," Annie told Paige.
"I've missed you, too," Younger Paige replied, but the real Paige knew what she was really thinking: I'm going to miss you.
"Paige? I don't want to draw or play games or anything today. I'm a little tired." Annie coughed violently then, and she didn't stop for a long time. Present Paige felt her own heart break to hear that, knowing by the look on Annie's face how much this sickness hurt her.
When Annie was finished, she fell back against her pillows. "Will you just sing to me today? I like you singing to me."
"Of course I will," the younger Paige said, and Paige could almost remember that lump she'd felt in her throat at that time.
Somehow, though, she managed to sing. It was a song she had made up with Annie a week or two after they'd met, and it was about Annie, as a beautiful princess, who was loved by all in her kingdom.
Annie smiled. Younger Paige looked away so she wouldn't see her cry. Her singing was strained as she tried to hold back the sobs that threatened to come, but Annie still had that huge smile on her face; she didn't care how it sounded, she just cared about the person who was singing it.
Paige felt tears of her own spring to her eyes. She swiped them away quickly, though she knew no one could see. It's not fair, it's not fair, she thought, no one like this deserved to die.
She couldn't stay there a moment longer. She fled from the room, out onto the sidewalk of the hospital. The tears couldn't be contained any longer, but she remained silent.
When she really thought about it, it didn't quite make sense, how much she grieved. Paige had been volunteered by her mother to help out at a children's hospital, just to come in and visit the kids. She was reluctant about this, but had gone anyway, and ended up really enjoying herself. She'd loved all the children she talked to, but Annie was always her favorite.
Paige hadn't gone to the hospital since Annie's death. It wouldn't be the same, to never be able to see the small girl's bright smile.
She turned left, the opposite direction Charles had gone in. He couldn't see her like this. She knew he would demand to know what happened, and she didn't want to talk about it. So, against Gem's wishes and her own intuition which was, for whatever reason, warning her not to, she wandered off.

Word of the week

Sorry I couldn't get this posted yesterday...

Mitigate

Part of Speech: Verb
Definition: to soften or make milder
Sentence: Derek mitigated the tension between his band members by treating them to pizza.

By the way, I have to give credit to someone so I don't get sued for everything I'm worth. The credit for this goes to this book we have called SAT Score-Raising Dictionary. Yeah, it's a boring name.

--Ninja Vampire--

life

Ok so I didn't know what part to put in of my book I'm currently working on. You kinda have to know the beginning to understand the rest so I'll just put the first little bit!
Hay I also need lots of help on the title! (and the rest for that matter!!)

Preference

It all happened so fast, one minute I’m driving the next I’m laying next to the love of my life in a hospital bed. Bairly able to move I watch him breathe. It was so slow that I had to rely on the beeping sound in the background to tell me he was alive. I didn’t fully notice the doctors racing all around us screaming trying to figure out what happened. No I was to concentrated on the questions popping into my own head. The questions I couldn’t answer. What happened? What was wrong with me? Why couldn't I move? And the dreaded questions I couldn't help but asking. What was wrong with him? Why wasn't he moving?

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“ Excuse me, miss?”
I turned to see who it was. Although I hadn't heard the voice in years I knew exactly who It was. It was Mike Lester I couldn't remember the last time I saw him. But there he was standing in the restraint my father owned (and where I currently worked as a waitress.) It was odd to see him there, like a forgotten memory from so long ago that you just happend to remember.
“Addie is that you?” he almost yelled.
His sudden realization broke through all the thoughts and questions going through my head.
“Ya its me.” I barley managed to choke out.
“You've changed!! Well I guess five years will do that to you! I love your short spiky hair!”
My short brown spiky hair what did that have to do with anything? Well at least I figured out how many years it’s been.
“Addie? Addie are you ok? You don’t look so good. Maybe you should sit down.”
There was concern in his voice. Just like on the day he moved. The day he asked me the very same question. But that was five years ago when we were seventeen….
“No. No. I’m fine. Its just. I cant believe its you! You look exactly the same well except now your not a string been! Just kidding you look great! What are you doing here? And has it really been five years?”
There were so many questions I wanted to ask him. But I let him answer the first few before I laid the rest of my questions on him like a truck dumping its load.
“Ya it has and am I supposed to-”
“ADDIE!!” my dad screamed from the kitchen interrupting Mike. “Stop wasting your time talking and get to work!!!” I called back “dad I um. I’m taking the rest of the day off to um. To well hang out with an old friend." And so we left.

I couldn't tell you how long we were gone or even what we talked about. But I know one thing for sure. I fell in love with him again. It wasn't as strange as I thought it would be. Falling for his perfect white smile, his crazy spiky arborn hair and his crystal clear blue eyes. No it was the same as last time. Easy. I hated myself for falling for him again. I had lost him once and I wasn't about to go through that pain again....

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I woke up in the middle of the night sweating and panting. I had a nightmare about me and mike getting in an accedent. We were both laying in hospital beds. But the only thing I could see or hear was the machine telling me we were both still alive for now.

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Hey, peoples. I'm having a hard time deciding which book I should work on. Like I said in my profile, I'm in the proccess of about 20 books. I've decided to have a vote. Below is a list of some of my books and their descriptions. Vote on one, please. I'd like to figure out which book I should work on, edit, and post.
Here they are:

Millennia War--
This book is placed in a country where the men all must fight in battle in a land across the sea. Zak is around 19 years old and is about to cross the sea to join the fighting in the war that has lasted a thousand years. Along the way, he meets a friend or two and become separated from the army. He and his new companions must find their way back to the battlefield while avoiding the dangers along the way.
Genre - Action Adventure / Fantasy

Bully Agent--
Steven is a secret agent that is assigned to protect students from bullies and the other dangers of school life. He notices a particularly dark teacher that he says resembles a spider. He sets out on a mission to find out who this teacher is, and why she is so cruel to her pupils. If anyone will find out why, Steven Zorga will!
Genre - Teen Life / Sci-Fi

Moon of Malgharen--
This book's main character is one out of a thousand that has been born with the powers of the Tekala. Jet has the powers to shape-shift and to control metal, but he didn't obtain his powers by just luck. The ancient goddess of the night sky created the Tekala to help protect herself from the evil God of the Underlands. What will happen to Jet in this book of fantasy and warfare?
Genre - Fantasy

Tiger Talon--
This story is set in Japan, where a young ninja pushes to earn his master's respect. He obtains powers through the sacred way of the Dragon Soul. However, a shady spirit tries to kill the ninja before he can reach his full potential. The ninja must decide if he will fight, or allow all those he loves to be pulled away from him.
Genre - Action Adventure

Instinct--
A boy at the age of 16 has crashed into the treetops of the Amazon Jungle. The pilot is dead, and he has only his pack of supplies and his surroundings to save himself from the elements. Will he be able to find civilization, or will he have to improvise?
Genre - The closest would have to be Action Adventure.


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