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| Name: Heather Age: 20 Writing Experience: I was "president" of creative writing club in high school, (not that it really qualifies for anything. I made cupcakes a few times for everyone, haha.) won a few hs lit mag awards that don't really count for much. Freshmen year of college I won 2nd in a college writing contest. Sophomore year I became the editor of the literary magazine. This year, junior year, I'm studying abroad in Chile, leaving all of my responsibilites behind. I'm still trying to write though. I'm trying to compile a portfolio that will let me get into the advanced fiction writing class next semester, when I get back to the US. Preferred Genres: Fiction, short stories. I like reading good poetry though. I just don't feel like I'm in a place to write it. I also write lyrics because I'm in a "band" with my brother. Education: Junior in college, majoring in English Creative Writing and Spanish, with a minor in French. But I suck at French. Country: Currently, Chile. Normally, the US. What do you hope to get from this community? Some good critiques mostly. Maybe some new additions to my friends' list. I sometimes get in moods where I like to edit things and provide constructive criticism, but usually only if I like the story/poem/whatever to begin with. Where did you hear of us? I really don't remember. I've been watching the community for a while now. Writing sample: (a short story I'm currently working on) community.livejournal.com/_scribbling/5203.html | |
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| Name: Miranda Age: 18 Writing Experience: I've been writing since I've been able to (when I was six). I've never entered any competitions. Preferred Genres: Prose, short stories. I also want to get better at poetry, and I hope I'll be able to write a full-length novel someday. Education: I've just completed my A-levels and will start studying Physics at University this year. Country: I'm from Austria, but I'll live in the UK from now on (I'm attending university in the UK) What do you hope to get from this community? I hope that it will inspire me to learn and grow as a writer. I love to write, but I lack the motivation to start a new piece very often. Where did you hear of us? I think I found you in the LJ search engine. ( One Example )I'll start commenting from now on! (lurking is no fun) | |
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| ( beth cane )It’s not like she did it because she was ugly or anything. She was actually quite gorgeous. Ever since I could comprehend the meaning of the word “envy”, I envied her beauty. She had ringlets of fiery red hair and porcelain skin. It ran in our family. Beauty, however, did not. She was a gem among rocks. Too bad that gem had a big dent in it. At one point she had a boyfriend. They dated for a while. Mom or Dad were never into the whole “courting” thing, since they didn’t give a crap what the hell we did, as long as the police didn’t end up on our doorstep with some children in their hands carried by the scruffs of their necks. Beth’s boyfriend, his name was Colin, and he was one of those sentimental types; he wanted to bring out the best in Beth. Wanted to get her better, see. But no matter how many roses he bought her and how many little necklaces he fashioned out of materials he found lying on the ground, Beth was never going to be normal. He couldn’t accept that. I don’t know if anyone could. That’s why sometimes Mom was the one who locked her in there. </div>yeah i know it's been awhile, but i'm back. and i have something for you guys. i'm working on a large story thing. here's a segment i rly like but i need to know what needs fixing etc. | |
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| Okies so here's a little tale I wrote. I'm not going to spoil the theme or setting, so those of you that want a flash bang boom know everything in the first word story, go somewhere else: this is theme and character, not kaboom. You've been warned. ^^ (I don't seem to have a user tag?) Let's DanceAnna had been sitting in the passenger seat of Mai's tuner import, the name of which she never cared to remember. She'd been listening to the engine whine for well over too long and getting close to what the hell. The sweltering August heat, magnified in reflection by both the side-mirror and passenger window, burned into her shoulder as she fidgeted with the AC. "Where are you taking me?" Mai just glanced through her too-cute-to-be-called-glasses, flipped her black ponytail to someplace other than where it was and returned her gaze to the road, smiling. “Nowhere in particular.” Then, as an afterthought and with a small smile, “Someplace special.” ( Let's Dance ) | |
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| I've been in a slump lately, and am trying to break out of my block. So I sat down and made myself write this short piece tonight. It's very dramatic, but I actually like it, and I think I'm going to add on to it--I just wanted some feedback on the first effort, so I can (hopefully) get some validation for my faltering confidence. ( Functional ) | |
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| I posted this story a while back. And edited it according to comments. . . but then basically stalled and stopped writing. For ages. I just don't know where to go from here. Anyway, give it a read and tell me what you think, and if you know anything about where this should go. What sort of questions are you asking that you feel need to be answered right away? What should I be delaying? I realize that you obviously don't know the plot all the way through, but your questions/ideas will help me figure out where I want to go next. ETA: Sorry about the lack of paragraph breaks. That's fixed. ( 1,842 words )Thanks in advance, guys! | |
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| Sunday picture prompt: The spirit of romance novels My first time posting in a very long time. I am not sure what to call this. I did not write it with the intention to make fun of romance novels...well, maybe I poked a teensy weensy bit of fun at the prompt picture. Feel free to be brutal. Since I last posted here I have humbled down a lot. :-) | |
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| A science fiction short story. pretty G-rated preview: "Tell me a fictional story, Collette," Rupert said. Collette thought for a moment. "Universe collapses: sun shines on in golden silence." Rupert licked his thumb and index finger to try and move his hair out of his face. "That's about eight words." "And that's my story," Collette bared her teeth in a grin. "That seems a bit short..." "It's a very short story." ( Something Bigger/Something Brighter ) | |
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| Ginseng MacKay-Tisbert The Abortion It was spring; the snow was melting into rivers that seemed to Cha Cha hypnotic down the cliffs, and dance across the road. The asphalt was glistening, as I rode | |
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| This story began as three lines a week ago and the rest of it happened in my head as I was falling asleep last night. I wanted to say something about this constant drive we have as writers to do something no one's ever done before (exhausting, yes?) ( already )My goal was to make this as unpretentious as possible through the characters' awareness of how pretentious they can be when the fruits of education come into their conversations and thoughts. I hope I didn't fail at this, if nothing else. I didn't want to write a story about cool people. Anyway, please let me know what you think. | |
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| Greetings. I am seventeen and I would like to send this to the Claremont youth literary review. The real question at hand is whether or not I should bother. | |
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| Name: Taylor, Temari, Tatiana, which ever you prefer. Or Fen_Fen.
Age:14
Writing Experience: Just School free write and some plot creations that are W.I.P.'S
Preferred Genres: Sci-fi, fantasy, historic and a few some others.
Education:1st year high school-er
Country: United States of America
What do you hope to get from this community?: Honest critique and higher knowledge of the writing system
Where did you hear of us?: English teacher
***If this doesn't ljcut I'm sorry. My computer has been freaking out, and showing me things that I want to do have been done but in all reality it hasn't.***
Hello, I'm Temari. I am a fantasy writer that would love some honest critique on a couple of pieces that I have! I'd appriciate anything, thank you for your time!
This is the prologue to an idea that my teacher thought I should turn into a book. So I wrote something till I felt it was enough information for the beginning and presented it to her. She, of course, was delighted that I decided to take her idea into consideration and said that it'd make a great prologue. So here it is;
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| I saw her innocence as if in a vision, what a martyr might see, only it appeared to me alone in those several stalling seconds. Her eyes were as clear as a child's - possessing nothing but the light, which fell on them like morning filtering over a sitting-room wall. I had never known anyone so pure in my life, and as I held out my hand for her to take, I wondered if I could go through with this lie. ( Part 1 ) | |
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| Name: Katie
Age: 18
Writing Experience: Not a whole lot. My high school didn't offer any creative writing courses. So basically I've just kind
of dabbled in writing here and there and gotten feedback from a couple friends.
Preferred Genres: I basically just do occasional poetry, and random freewrite descriptions. Hoping to get more into bigger
and better things, but I'm still trying to get myself back into writing after a two year hiatus.
Education: High school graduate
Country: Good ol' US of A
What do you hope to get from this community? Motivation to start writing again, honest and brutal feedback, a chance to
get a better grasp on the finer points of writing
Where did you hear of us? I put a post on my own journal when I was in a week-long spell of insomnia, asking people to
recommend people or communities they found interesting. I only got two responses, and this was listed in one of them. EDIT: While I'm here, I figure I should introduce myself with the most recent writing I've done...I'll post more in time, but it is strongly encouraged here that I leave feedback as well (the main reason I joined) and I haven't done so yet, and probably won't until maybe later this evening or tomorrow, so for the time being I'll just leave it at this. There was never much in that room, considering its size. A computer on the desk in the corner, where we all kept our own music playlist. A stack of bags of blankets that were meant to be sold but always got rearranged into a bed for all of us to use at once. A small TV in the corner. A shelf that stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, with stacks of movies and games for the Playstation. But it made for good memories, and I miss the long hot summer days we spent there. I miss bad poetry, and even worse jokes that only we understood. I miss long movies on a thirteen inch screen, and arguments over video games. I miss limbs for pillows and bodies for blankets, and total comfort and no boundaries. I miss pictures I was never in and silly games I never played. I miss the constant music playing, a soundtrack to insignificance, that we hardly cared to acknowledge. Thirteen of us against the rest of the world. We practically lived in that part of the building during that summer. But things have to change, I guess, and the ownership of the building was a perfect example. The large room was sold and is now a clothing shop. The clothes are cute, but the memories were better. | |
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| I wrote this last week for some friends, and am almost done illustrating, so I thought I'd post it here first and ask for comments before I hit print. I'm also wondering if it works for people who do not know me. Comments please? And thank you. | |
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| For critique. Speculative Fiction. It's the a piece of the first chapter to the idea that I posted with my introduction a while back. I'm curious to see if it's a good opening sequence and if I should continue the next scene within this chapter or begin a new one. Word Count: 2421 ( Overwhelming ) | |
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| And now, here's a story.
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