Title: Boku wa on'nanoko! Category: Escaflowne Disclaimer: I don't own Escaflowne characters, only "the child" aka Twenty-seven. Rating: M for future chapters.
Summary: Childfic. They met during their childhood in Zaibach labs, only the fittest will see a new day and the most skilled prevail. Both are part of an experiment to raise the best captains and soldiers. Elements of the film, Anime/Mangas & CD Dramas. 27 is an amnesiac boyish girl with psychic powers. Sorry for the grammar.
By the way, this is my first fanfic and the first time posting in this community, so be gentile, please? *x* If the grammar or the spelling are bad or monstrous abominations is because I'm good at reading in english but terrible writing it. Please R & R!
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Hi everyone! I just started writing my first fan-fiction. I've been writing for almost ten years, usually short stories or poetry. I thought I'd try my hand at fan-fiction, hoping it will help me to work on my novel writing skills. : ) I'd love some readers, especially with reviews! Thank you!
Title:Breathing in Sequence. Category: Twilight Fan-fiction; Books. Disclaimer: I do not own anything Twilight-related; I am just a fangirl. Rating: Mature. For "questionable" themes. Summary: Picking up in the hospital after Bella is lured into the dance studio, we find that it was actually Laurent who attacked her. Crushed by his inability to be better for Bella, Edward retreats into himself until he finally leaves Bella alone in the woods, hoping that she will be able to go back to a normal life. But as even Edward once said, he is not always the most dangerous thing in those woods. Struggling to come to terms with herself and her life, Bella searches for something, anything. Distancing herself from friends and family, Bella seems doomed to a life of empty loneliness. That is, until she runs in to the last person she would have expected. Pairings: Laurent+Victoria. A/J. C/E. R/E. I won't say who Bella is with. :P Author's Notes: Please read and review! I'd love to get some feedback. Also, this fic may have some ethically questionable content; and that in no way means i support/condone/etc the actions. It is simply part of the plot, and if you are okay with that than please feel free to read. : ) Also, in order to read the chapters you need to "join" the community. It's hardly a community though, it's entirely my fanfiction and I'm the only one with posting access. It's open membership & all that.
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Hey there, just starting out and working on an extended project. I write fantasy, with a realistic edge to it.
The premise:
The diary of a trainee, or side-kick as he learns what it means to be under the shadow of a hero and where his place in the world is. Marty is a recently graduated soldier training under an Ordinator, named Gracon, who is a decorated warrior.
Hi, fellow writers. I've created a community specifically for children's book writers and illustrators. Whether successful or aspiring, please feel free to share your success stories, frustrations, tips, and accomplishments at writingforkids! Hope to see you there.
First of all, while we are slightly changing the alternative book idea: If you would rather do the book as orignially suggested please email us with your address and we will send you additional information and start the Alternate Book Project as originally suggested. (We already have several people interested in this idea so we will still do this if you are interested in this project. :) )
If you would like to participate in both projects that is welcome as well. An update on the Alternate Book Project would be provided this week. :)
Information about the new project: The Pages Project.
Due to the enormous response and interest in this project we are contemplating an alternative idea to our original suggestion.
We're thinking that each person could mail to us their work, page or pages (any size, shape, color, anything they desire) and we will scan the pages as they arrive and post them. Creatively this allows you to use any media or medium that you want that can still be bound into a book. You can use notecards, any kind of paper, you could make a collage, or even make your own paper. 81/2 x 11 or smaller is recommended for binding reasons.
Since anybody could be sending us pages at anytime your identity will remain anonymous. We will give you our address so it will be both the mailing and return address. That will make it less expensive and faster.
Then at the end we will send everyone a complete pdf file of the project. Of course all the pages will be scanned on the livejournal anonymously and anybody can give feedback on each individual page. We will still assemble and bind the pages into a hardcover book if people are interested in having a copy of the book we will still do that for the cost of producing the book. (This way everyone would have a final copy either in the form of the pdf file or in the form of an actual book).
Based on the number of people already interested, alloting just ten days apiece for production time not counting mailing time it would be a year and a half before there was a final product if we followed the original plan. The final product would be a hard bound book.
We think people would like to see the work sooner. Also the people at the end of the book would not receive the book for an entire year or more.
For the first publication of the Pages Project the deadline is June 6th 2005.
If you are interested in being a part of the Pages Project please comment with your email address included and we will send you our address.
This would be an ongoing project so people who are newly interested can email us at midnight_confessions248 @ yahoo.com at anytime.
AGAIN: If you would rather do the book as orignially suggested please email us with your address and we will send you additional information and start the Alternate Book Project as originally suggested.
If you would like to participate in both projects that is welcome as well. An update on the Alternate Book Project will be provided this week. :)
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"Ode to a Mannequin"
Standing guard
silent
as
death
In the window.
Dressed up
To match the old-fashioned
moviehouse facade
Of the sign store.
Her nametag proclaims:
LAVERNE.
Was it made just for her?
One delicate hand resting
next to the tickets
Staring blankly through cat's eye glasses,
Through the reflection
Of blind-windowed cars
Dress stained
hair mussed
Ready to animate, run
If given a shawl and hat.
Beautiful in her frozen moment
Kidnapped
From her noisy life
And rendered noiseless
Dimly recalling
the last existence
and losing more of it
Every
Day.
Starting work on my first zine, accepting submissions of anything--poetry, short fiction, essays, art, photos, ads for other zines, etc etc etc. Submissions can be e-mailed to [email protected] or mailed (ask for my address).
"Upon Arriving in Newark"
We swooped in over a river I don't know what river-- It was brown and hemmed by smokestacks. 24,000 comedy routines on Jersey Flashed before my eyes And I believed them.
The "Welcome to Newark--America's RENAISSANCE city!" sign Was juxtaposed with a grimed and graffitied stone overpass The irony was not subtle.
Sinking into the deep blue seats of the taxi Bridge sides high enough to prevent seeing That River The blown-out factory windows leered at me And I glimpsed how people become desperate.
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Standing naked at the hospital window and looking out at the nightscape seven stories down the street spread below me like a freshly laundered blanket and dotted with cars wondering where everyone had to be at two a.m.
Standing naked at the hospital window and looking down at the nightscape you were a million miles away.
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April 22 Hi, you may remember me as slfcllednowhere. Or you may not, whatever. Anyway, this is massively x-posted as usual, apologies if you have to see it a bunch. Comments welcome and appreciated.
No one is alive at 5:37 a.m. Only the occasional passing car reminds me That I am not the sole occupant of this landscape --still alien after three months Which hovers under the pre-dawn sky (That peculiar shade of light grey almost imperceptibly tinted blue Which never comes to Texas.)
I have endured another of a string of sleepless nights (Because of you, as is everything) To find myself here, a default early riser. I relish the secrecy the solitude grants me This morning belongs to me alone.
Last night's silent storm Has left behind a chill in the air and the dull smell of wet earth. I twitch my cold fingers and systematically observe My own fraction of the infinite catalogue of details: A thousand birdsongs, only the crow's familiar. Smoke billowing from the greenhouse chimney. Sidewalk chalk proclamations, eerily waterproof. The ducked heads of flowers ashamed at their own beauty.
My legs stiffen as I run home Startled to find myself so inspired By something as obvious as a spring morning.
By the time she ran onto the beach the egg yolk sun was already slithering all quiet on the western sky but still glowing dandelion and orange. The ridges of water were pulling back and dropping themselves and the mountains behind were guarded by a lifeless full moon. Thoughts only of mind snapshots to be carefully filed and tall phantom men who might not be far away. She passed pier walkers tallying evening's fishing and watched the warmness drain from the sky. Kids scuffled in the sand. She gave up on deciding if the melting lights across the water were San Diego or Mexico. By now even the surfers have put their shoes on and gone to bed. No one shares the beach with the gulls but sandy nuzzling couples and the would-be suicide.
sleepy
hopeful
lonely