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Boy Bride Chapter 8

~~A/N:~~ After a really, really long break, I have returned to writing. Here's chapter eight of Boy Bride. I think I've improved as a writer! Yay! ^__^

Title: Boy Bride
Fandom: Original
Genre: Romance, angst, drama, fantasy, mythology, humor.
Pairing: OMCxOMC
Rating: M
Author: Angel_Gospel (aka, TheLadyPendragon)
Disclaimer: Mine. Roar!
Warnings: Language, sexual content, violence, slash, relationship with a minor, mentions of mpreg, etc.
Summary: A gay prince, an unintentionally sexy foreigner, and the meddling Wizard who just wants them to get laid. Everyone else is just along for the ride. A fairy-tale unlike any you've ever read. MxM, Slash, Yaoi, Possible Mpreg.

--Prologue--Chapter One--Chapter Two--Chapter Three--Chapter Four--Chapter Five--Chapter Six--Chapter Seven--

The Last Bottle (part IV), Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Willard Street, West Avenue, and Alfred Street

Nick Sparks was, most of his friends agreed, a very good-looking, generally congenial guy. Obviously of Italian descent, he had brown hair, brown eyes, dark features, was just short of tall, and was thin but athletic; he dressed, like a typical young person of nineteen or twenty, in clothes mostly purchased from the mall. His face was somewhat long and slightly angular, with prominent cheekbones and thin cheeks, though he did not appear gaunt. His chin was very noticeably cleft.

Nick was also, most of his friends agreed, a little odd at times; but at the James School almost everyone was at least a little odd, and so this was usually overlooked.

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Question
So I'm writing my first synopsis and it has my brain log jammed. I don't know what the heck I'm doing. I have searched for examples other than tips (i.e., first paragraph do this . . .). I'm so visual in nature I need a concrete example to spring board my own ideas. I have gone to Story Sensei and searched agent blogs, but have come up empty. Help! Websites. Books. I'm open. Feed me Seymour!!!

Current Mood: curious
Current Music: Decyfer Down Crash

The Last Bottle (part III)
The coffee shop in which we had been sitting was a dimly lit kind of place with all kinds of pretentious art crap cluttering the walls. I’m sure that at any given moment, one could easily find a patron there who enjoys the kind of garbage I’m asking you to read. I can say with some certainty, however, that finding a Nicholas Sparks lover there would be very unusual. It was not the sort of place someone who reads Nicholas Sparks would sit and read Nicholas Sparks. That would be embarrassing in such a hip and intellectual place as the coffee shop.

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question
So, I have been writing an outline/ key scenes for a graphic novel. It is a sci fi adventure that takes place in 1930's dustbowl. I had some questions about research.

1.) How in depth do you all go into for research. I mean should I be a stickler or can I bend the rules a bit and make things not so historically accurate?

2.) what is a good resource about writing and letting your audience know it is in a certain time period without starting the first chapter, "It was a cold morning in the fall of 1932."

Thanks in advance!

Current Mood: artistic

Torn Slippers
Torn Slippers: Chapter One

Rating: light R
Word Count: Total 58,120/ this chapter 4,738
Genre: Fairy tale retelling; drama; romance
Author:

liadan14

Summary:
"Do you trust me?" - "Well...no." - "So, you see? You can't be completely crazy yet."
A retelling of the Twelve Dancing Princesses, originally written by the Brothers Grimm. Catherine DiConta is one of thirteen princesses who have a dangerous secret, a dead mother, an overbearing father, and far more trouble than they can deal with. She's faced with a few more fairies than she'd like, the complexities of spellwork, two men who like wearing the colour black, and, possibly worst of all, trying to figure out what on earth is going on in the first place.

Notes & Warnings: The whole thing is written and finished. If anyone wants, I'll gladly post the rest too, though not all at once. I hope someone out there likes it; this is the story that ate my brain. Contains some swearing and slash; also very mild descriptions of sex and violence.

Chapter One here

Solace in Shadow
Title: Solace In Shadow
Rating: T
Wordcount: ~950
Warnings: Angst, Mental Illness
Summary: I remember him well.
Author's Note: Another short story with Cameron. She's really starting to grow on me.

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The Last Bottle (part II)
At that moment, Lee showed up. I always thought that Lee looked more like a Tom than a Lee. He was tall, his head was shaved, he was large—overweight I think, actually, although I would never say that because he’s so sensitive about things like that (although his nonchalance makes it seem like he isn’t)—and yet somehow looked like he was nine years old. Maybe it was the way he dressed that made him look that way. Anyway, he should have come off as intimidating, given his god-given bodily figure. Instead, he came off as very nice and very sociable but somewhat insecure. You could tell he was kind of insecure because of his humor, which was self-deprecating without being dark. Sometimes he would make jokes about being ugly.

Personally, although I swear I don’t subscribe to any stupid universal-love-like beliefs, I find it easy to find things beautiful that are not, really, classically beautiful. Even those things that someone like me might, every once in a while, in a conversation, forgetting for a moment that I can find beauty in everything, say is “the kind of ugly that just can’t be beautiful,” or “really profoundly mundane, so that it just can’t be beautiful,” or “like a scrap of white plastic, like, plastic all the way from the 70’s, sitting on a granite counter, and maybe from being beaten up it has a couple of grooves in it filled with dirt. But the contrived contrast between the plastic and the granite makes it impossible for the situation to be beautiful.” The reason I let you in on that fact about me is that I want to tell you that I didn’t find Lee ugly. Lots of people would reassure him that he was not ugly, but I really meant it. They didn’t.

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First post, and hopefully not the last!
Title: Lost Time Can Never Be Recovered
Rating: R
Wordcount: ~1100
Warnings: Angst, Profanity, Violence, Mental Illness
Summary: Is this story true? If I can trust what I was told, then yeah, apparently it is. But I've learned that I can't trust her. I'd say this is probably only maybe true. I don't know. I don't remember.
Author's Note: Critique is totally welcome. Be as brutally honest as possible. I would eventually like to write Cameron in a novel that I could possibly eventually sell, and I'd like to know if it's a waste of time now. Praise is also welcome, of course. If you hate it, tell me why. That is all. Enjoy!

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New story! First post on here. :)
Okay, I'm new to this, so...
Basically, this is a story that I'm working on, and it's not done yet. But, I thought I'd share it, because it's Christmas Eve and all that. So, I hope you like it!
The only thing that you have to watch out for is some minor swearing that only occurs once, but I just thought I'd let you know. :)
( Farquil )

First chapter up! I apologize in advance - still in the un-beta'ed stage. Still looking for a beta-reader somewhere... As usual, critiques and comments are love :)

Happy holidays to everyone!

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Current Mood: mellow
Current Music: random christmas songs

Title: Bees
Rating: T
Genre: Fantasy/Sci-Fi
Warnings: Bi-lingual swearing and spontaneous combustion

Joyeux Noël et Bonne Année mon amis

http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2750337/3/

"tall nights, 01"
Jordan's been asleep since 10:00. Curled up on the couch like a stray dog wearing baggy sweats, she's the kind of stray dog you'd gladly take home from the parking lot at Wiggly Foods without a second thought. Or a first thought, even. It'd be take-home autopilot, something you'd respond to without thinking.

"Hop in, girl," you'd say, and let her ride shotgun in the cab of Gloria, nose wind-surfing out the half-down window of the rusting, '87 Ford F-150 you got when Uncle Leddy kicked the bucket for the third and final time.

"Gloria -- this is," you'd say in introduction, "... what's your name, again?" She'd look at you with those lonesome, winsome, distant-close, warm-you-to-the-bone eyes. "Take me home, Big Boy," her slow, blue eyes would say, "we don't need words to interact."

And you'd obey. You'd do whatever those eyes asked, as long as you could let this feeling linger on. Because, somehow, in the genus of her own, non-ape indie world, she made you species jump and feel human.

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20091223 11:07 Wed (658 words)

First Entry

This is my very first entry to any lj community EVER, so critiques and comments are very much welcome :)

Title: Chalcedony Series - First Book: Four Seasons
Genre: Fantasy, Adventure, Drama, Mystery, Romance(?)
Format: novel
Rating: T
Warning: (in current chapter) mention of nation violence
Summary: (story) In the land of Zenobyie, where the Kingdoms are isolated, alienated, hidden or ruined, there is a child of the lost Element that will bring Light to his home.

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Introduction and Short Story
Greetings, literary livejournal! Currently, I only wish to be known as Corvidaen. I've been writing for a very long time, but have only taken it seriously in the past few years. I'm working on a fantasy series at present, and hope to print the first part in late Spring/early Summer. I usually do epic, eccentric time-space plots, but the story below is my one and only successful attempt at something shorter. Enjoy (:

Note: This is pretty much finished. I simply fail at formatting.

Title: The Wailing Cat
Length: 1798 words
Rating: General audiences
Warnings: Nothing of the usual, but I must inform you that it's loosely based off a dream and, therefore, is quite strange.

( The world was dark and cold, with a strange mix of primitive, muddy alleyways and skyscrapers shining brightly... )

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Music: Black Mirror - Arcade Fire

( "Weren't you trained never to point a gun at your partner?" )

Current Music: Fireflies - Owl City

Novel Idea/ Feedback
Every once in a while I'm struck with a novel idea that I'll write down, but as soon as I start writing it/ putting more work into it I start to lose interest for some reason. I'm not quite sure how to remedy this problem but it has made it impossible to complete NaNoWriMo each time I have tried it. Recently I came up with a novel idea but this one is just a regular romantic fiction, no fantasy or anything so I may lose interest in it even faster than normal. Anyway, here's the idea, I just want to know if anyone would be interested in it.
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Short Story- No title as of yet

Post-Apocalyptic New York (I've never been to New York, which may become evident)

Sounds suspiciously like a detective story from the 50's.

First draft or whatever, based on the prompt to include:

New York, a child, a convict, a photograph, and a poem

( I sat on a metal bench at 42nd and B-way. Times Square. The City. Thirty years after total destruction and things still haven't improved. I puffed the last drag off a cigarette and flicked it under my foot. I was waiting for someone. This was my job. )

The Last Bottle (part I)
"How could you say such a thing!" she said loudly.

I felt sick. I thought, even if she doesn't have a career in opera, she could easily become a soap star. I wondered if she ever used soap. Her skin was always slightly oily. Maybe she'd been up all night rehearsing this and that's why she didn't seem to have taken a shower today. Actually, I thought, she's probably just lazy.

Anyway, the way she spoke to me, at any moment I expected to find out she had been having an affair with my evil twin. I thought that this was too much drama for a coffee house and that the conversation should sound slightly more intellectual.

"But don't you see what a problem that is? I mean, if you only try to see the good in people, how can you make moral judgments? How can you decide who to trust and who not to trust? I mean, if you just... ignore things you consider unpleasant, isn't that a lie? Aren't you lying to yourself, then? Then, I mean, you could meet Saddam Hussein and just be like, 'I think he's a nice guy, I like his beard and I like how dedicated he is to his position and how he fights for what he believes in.' Do you understand?"

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New here...
I found this community while I was searching for a new writing community since the NaNoWriMo community kind of died after NaNoWriMo ended. So, my name is Mary or Moo, whatever, I'm ~17. I write fiction. I'm nearly done with my NaNoWriMo novel.
Here's a sample of my work. It's a short story and not nearly as cheesy as it sounds. Feedback is much appreciated!

( Love at First Sight )

Current Music: Weezer - My Name Is Jonas

Tchaikovsky Chocolate - Akt IV - Trepak
Title: Tchaikovsky Chocolate
Rating: PG-13
Chapters: 7 Akts
Genre: Romance, Slice of Life, Drama, Books, Classical Music.
Summary: "Olivia Benbow is the owner of a bookshop/library on Earlham Street, named "Tchaikovsky Chocolate". Her everyday life implies the art of knowledge and the books that she sells or borrows, of how she sweetens the customers with her handmade chocolate and inquire a hint of love for classical music, together with the playfulness of her pet own Tawny. But at the end of one late autumn day, her usual customers are put into shade by a mysterious man, who spends one hour in her shop without buying anything, but decides in the end to take the most expensive volume collection by Shakespeare. And it does not remain the only day of his strange visit, for he comes tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, until Olivia is curious enough to befriend him, and find out more about him."

( Tchaikovsky Chocolate - Akt IV - Trepak )

For Poets in Middle & High School (U.S. & Canada)
If you live in the U.S. or Canada and are in grades K-12, you can submit to one of Creative Communications' contests. They have one for poetry and one for very short essays, the themes of which are announced on the site. It's a great way to get a foot in the door, something to add to your writer's resume. Submission is free and done over the Internet on an easy-to-use form accessible from the website. The anthologies are worth the $30 or so that they cost. They're nicely printed hardcovers.

Here's the site: http://poeticpower.com

( Testimonial )

ORIGINAL FICTION FICATHON SIGNUPS NOW THROUGH JAN 1ST
Just wanted to remind everyone about ficathon go Here to sign up... you get a prompt after giving one of your own and you get 3 months to write a story that is 3000+ words... I'd love everyone to sign up... theres the potiential to get a snazzy new banner... if you have any questions comment or email at officathon@gmail.com.

Original Story-TOUCHED
Current writing theme: Chevelle-Forfeit Warning: This chapter has not seen a beta read yet

Title: TOUCHED

Summary: Leah has always known she was different, it was hard not too when you see things that people normally don't. Not to mention, her family has a knack for disappearing...and ending up in the crazy house.When her mother disappeared from her locked bedroom on her ninth birthday, Leah knew whoever was after them meant business. After almost nine years of keeping her head down, one new student threatens her silence.

TOUCHED-14Save the What Now?

I didn’t even have a chance to complete my ‘wha—?’ before I was tackled. We hit the ground and slid over the lemon-scented hardwood floors into the hallway. I experienced a flash of wonderment on how clean the floor was before pain chased the thought away. You gotta be kidding me! I caught a quick flash of red and rolled the same direction as the elbow that was heading toward my right temple and gathered my legs underneath me in a not so graceful scramble. The various things in my bag dug onto my back and I gritted my teeth against the throbbing on my lower back. “What the hell?”

Read more: http://leahcurran.livejournal.com/

Current Mood: amused

Would you buy this if it was a real book?
Imagine you're in a book shop. You're looking at a shelf and see a book called "Aichrinn". You might think "What the hell?" I wouldn't blame you. It's a kinda weird title. No matter what, the result is that you take it out and look at what's on the back of the book. There you see this:

Leikey has, like everyone else in her world, known her purpose since she was ten. Unlike most people, is it to die, fighting evil. And then what do you do? Should she cling to the atheistic ways of her clan, the witches, or should she devote herself to the church that took her in after the death of her parents? Does it even matter, when there's never been a record of someone escaping their purpose? And when an old friend reappears in harm's way, does Leikey even want to?

Do you buy it? Why? Why not? Does it seem like a boring story, or is it a bad summary or is it just not the sort of thing you read?

I've been playing a bit with framing devices, but this is Leikey's story as it is. It shouldn't get changed by them.

EDIT: Thanks for all the feedback, guys! I've made a list of things to remember next time I try to write something like this. You can find it here. If I forgot your point or you feel I didn't get it, please tell me.

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