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We've created a site for writers and readers to come and share the joy of words! Our-Muse.com is the place, and we need your help! We've just gone online, and our archives are a bit...empty. That's where you come in! Submit your work to us...long stories, short stories, poetry, songs, or whatever else moves your writing hand, and if we like it, we'll post it on our site for millions to read. We want to provide a place for writers to get their stuff out there for others to read, and we can't do it without you! Sound good? Visit http://www.our-muse.com now and get writing!
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This community is for Livejournal users to write fan fiction about one another. Do you have an LJ crush but can't get near him/her because you live too far away?
In our community you can be with him/her!
Is someone on LJ making you mad? You can make them suffer here! (FOR PRETEND!!!!!!)
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In our community you can be with him/her!
Is someone on LJ making you mad? You can make them suffer here! (FOR PRETEND!!!!!!)
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Hi everyone, I'd like to welcome you all to a new community for short story writing of all genres that is looking to recognise TALENT!
Every month, the top three stories posted in the community will be awarded Gold, Silver and Bronze awards. Think you have what it takes to get an award? Then enter as many stories as you like and find out for yourself! Awards are designed to encourage people to write more and write better!
You can also expect to get help on improving your stories from the other members and
Joinblue_sun_story and see if you are one of the best short story writers here!
Invite as many others as you can.
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Every month, the top three stories posted in the community will be awarded Gold, Silver and Bronze awards. Think you have what it takes to get an award? Then enter as many stories as you like and find out for yourself! Awards are designed to encourage people to write more and write better!
You can also expect to get help on improving your stories from the other members and
Join
blue_sun_story and see if you are one of the best short story writers here!Invite as many others as you can.
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Official Registration for NaNoEdMo 2005 is now open!
Greetings fellow Writers/Editors!
We're getting closer to the kick off of
this year's National Novel Editing Month… March 2005.
And as we grow closer to the start of the challenge, we here at NaNoEdMo HQ invite
you to contemplate the ( Monster in the Box.Collapse )
We're getting closer to the kick off of
this year's National Novel Editing Month… March 2005.
And as we grow closer to the start of the challenge, we here at NaNoEdMo HQ invite
you to contemplate the ( Monster in the Box.Collapse )
New Community
Announcing a new community novelnovelbits. Come, have a look. It should be fun and entertaining, if not to write, then at least to read.
The rules of the game:
1. Please submit three consecutive sentences excerpted from a nonexistent novel. Then provide a title.
2. Don't be shy--give it a shot. All genres and styles are welcome. These submissions are not being judged or graded, although comments are welcome.
3. You may submit as many excerpts as you wish, but each excerpt is strictly limited to three sentences. No exceptions [N.B.: one of the earliest entries does not conform to this rule; this submission, however, was created in the early stages of the concept and is therefore exempt from this last stipulation]!
4. Have fun!
novelnovelbits. Come, have a look. It should be fun and entertaining, if not to write, then at least to read.The rules of the game:
1. Please submit three consecutive sentences excerpted from a nonexistent novel. Then provide a title.
2. Don't be shy--give it a shot. All genres and styles are welcome. These submissions are not being judged or graded, although comments are welcome.
3. You may submit as many excerpts as you wish, but each excerpt is strictly limited to three sentences. No exceptions [N.B.: one of the earliest entries does not conform to this rule; this submission, however, was created in the early stages of the concept and is therefore exempt from this last stipulation]!
4. Have fun!
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"Look," a voice sprang up in Sarah's head. "Look there, he's betraying your trust, reading your most private thoughts!"
Sarah shook her head, trying to clear the sound of the voice. She hadn't heard it in years, ever since...
No, she couldn't think of such things! That was the past, she had overcome it and put it behind her. But now... John...
"Do it," the voice said calmly. "You know you must."
No, Sarah thought, even though she knew already that she was losing control. Her hands reached down, as if controlled by some other force. She shook her head, but it was no use. Before she knew it, she had dressed herself in the monkey suit, the one from her past job... with the stench of vomit and... underlying... death.
"Now, go and do what you must do." Sarah obeyed the voice, taking a moment to look at the image again. The room where John read her journal... she knew the place. She knew exactly where to go...
Sarah shook her head, trying to clear the sound of the voice. She hadn't heard it in years, ever since...
No, she couldn't think of such things! That was the past, she had overcome it and put it behind her. But now... John...
"Do it," the voice said calmly. "You know you must."
No, Sarah thought, even though she knew already that she was losing control. Her hands reached down, as if controlled by some other force. She shook her head, but it was no use. Before she knew it, she had dressed herself in the monkey suit, the one from her past job... with the stench of vomit and... underlying... death.
"Now, go and do what you must do." Sarah obeyed the voice, taking a moment to look at the image again. The room where John read her journal... she knew the place. She knew exactly where to go...
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(Back at the ranch...)
A pale green glow streamed up into Sarah's face from the bottom of the trunk. The light formed undulating patterns on her face, like moonlight reflected from water. She had no idea what it was she was looking at. Lying there at the bottom of the trunk was a strange object: circular, about the size of a dinner plate. Around its edge was a golden or brass ring about an inch across with strange shifting symbols rotating around what looked like a coruscating pool of luminescent liquid.
Mouth wide, barely breathing, she slowly reached down with her finger to touch the surface of the glowing pool. Her fingertip came in contact, and she felt a sudden sharp shock that swept throughout her body and ended, not unpleasantly, inside her, between her legs. The ripple from her finger spread instantly across the surface, seeming to smooth and solidify the substance into something like glass.
Looking closer, she saw something there. It was dark, but she swore it looked like Jonathan, sitting cross-legged on a crude dirt floor, rock walls around him...
Reading her journal.
A pale green glow streamed up into Sarah's face from the bottom of the trunk. The light formed undulating patterns on her face, like moonlight reflected from water. She had no idea what it was she was looking at. Lying there at the bottom of the trunk was a strange object: circular, about the size of a dinner plate. Around its edge was a golden or brass ring about an inch across with strange shifting symbols rotating around what looked like a coruscating pool of luminescent liquid.
Mouth wide, barely breathing, she slowly reached down with her finger to touch the surface of the glowing pool. Her fingertip came in contact, and she felt a sudden sharp shock that swept throughout her body and ended, not unpleasantly, inside her, between her legs. The ripple from her finger spread instantly across the surface, seeming to smooth and solidify the substance into something like glass.
Looking closer, she saw something there. It was dark, but she swore it looked like Jonathan, sitting cross-legged on a crude dirt floor, rock walls around him...
Reading her journal.
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Sarah loved another. After years of watching Dirty Dancing and Roadhouse she had developed a crush on Patrick Swayze. This is something that Jonathon just couldn't accept. Could it be that sweet little Sarah was lusting after this Hollywood Mullet-Spawn?!?! Gasp! The horror of it all. Could this be the cause of so many frustrating nights when Sarah just coulnd't perform?
Jonathon could be many things to her, but never a mullet.
His heart sank in desperation as he clutched the only thing still dear to him.
Jonathon could be many things to her, but never a mullet.
His heart sank in desperation as he clutched the only thing still dear to him.
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Most of her stories were of dreams of her former life, where she studied the mating habits of the Tibetan Yak.
But one, long confession, covered in teardrops... he knew he should't see it. Had she really subconciously planted it here for him to find? He continued to read, through shaky handwriting, the events of that night....
But one, long confession, covered in teardrops... he knew he should't see it. Had she really subconciously planted it here for him to find? He continued to read, through shaky handwriting, the events of that night....