Please don't slam your face into the wall a few hundred times. I feel like that would be a bad idea. I'm gonna try and answer some of those questions for you, starting with:
-Are they in our world? Or are they in another?
Personally, from reading what you have so far, it feels to me like it would either be a completely different world, or else our world in the past (1800s or so). I like both of those ideas, but I lean a bit more strongly towards the 'our world in the past' idea. That way, you don't have to make up a new place, and you can focus on the character development and researching our own world's history (and use the knowledge you already have).
-Regarding the girls (Is girl one going to be amnesiac girl two, is girl two the reincarnation, is girl one dead, etc...)
I really like the idea of girl one actually dying and being reincarnated as girl two. She would, however, have no memory of being girl one, but something would still draw her to Darcy or something. At least, that's where I would go with it.
-Where is Darcy? How could he let girl one get taken off to die?
This one is a bit harder for me to address, because I don't know much about Darcy or his motives or whatever. But I think that he would have tried hard to save her, but he wasn't strong enough. Or else he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, or he secretly knows she'll be reincarnated, or he was only pretending to love her and is planning to betray her but is actually starting to fall in love with her...whoa that sentence didn't really make sense, sorry, that's my brain going all crazy again and spewing random ideas.
-Names
Here is a list of some that I came up with...
-Gemma
-Aspen
-Clarissa
-Noelle
-Juliana
-Maya
-Amelia
-Ella
-Winifred
-Lily
-Alessa
-Aubrey
-Ali
-Beth
-Scarlett
-Asha
-Kiera
-Kenzie
-Hanna
-Susanna
-Genevieve
-Aimee
-London
-Lydia
-Kayley
I'm sorry if this didn't really help you that much, but I figured that this is a writing blog and I haven't given much witing advice lately. So there you go, there's my little bit of advice. :)
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Heather: I'm So Confused.
Before I start this post, I just want to say that the rest of you need to scroll down and find Ash's post (including Ash) and answer some of those questions. I've been posting way too much... So let's try to even it out a bit, okay? Haha. :D
Before, I said I was only 'semi-stumped' now, but I was wrong. I'm actually 'stumped beyond belief.' See this girl:
I barely have time to move before he’s in front of me, his hands grabbing onto my wrists in a violently tight hold that makes me cry out in pain. He shoves me against his chest, and pulls out the dagger hidden at his own waist. He holds it to my neck, taunting me with its proximity. “You know,” he purrs quietly into my ear, “You really are quite the beautiful little prize.”
Before, I said I was only 'semi-stumped' now, but I was wrong. I'm actually 'stumped beyond belief.' See this girl:
I barely have time to move before he’s in front of me, his hands grabbing onto my wrists in a violently tight hold that makes me cry out in pain. He shoves me against his chest, and pulls out the dagger hidden at his own waist. He holds it to my neck, taunting me with its proximity. “You know,” he purrs quietly into my ear, “You really are quite the beautiful little prize.”
I love to write about. It's easy for me, she's probably one of the best characters I've ever written about, and I don't want to give up on this idea, because I like it so much. But then this happened:
Pain sears through me and I struggle to get air into my lungs. My body wants to panic, to fight until the very end; but I hold back, knowing now that this is not my battle to fight, nor will it ever be. It is hers, when her time comes, and I will not stand in the way.
My thoughts turn to Darcy as my body seems to slowly lose its warmth, and I smile morbidly. One day, I promise him in a silent prayer, one day we will meet again. And as my already black world turns to nothing, I swear I hear him say my name one final time.
And so, I started with this girl:
Picture me slamming my face off the wall a few hundred times, and that's how it all works out. I have no idea what I'm doing. Am I going to make girl two also be girl one, just the amnesiac version..? Am I going to just write for girl one, and... I have no idea.
My nails are jagged, and thick with dirt, and my hands are callused and blistered. My feet look no better. I long for a mirror, to see my reflection. Long blond hair spills over my shoulders, and my skin is a sickly pallor.
A thin nightgown clings to my body, the silky red fabric moving as a second skin, and leaving me to feel deeply vulnerable. I want to take it off- to exchange it for a familiar pair of woolen trousers, and an over-sized tunic.
I shake my head, familiar? Nothing is familiar to me now. Restlessness rises within me, and I pace around the beautiful room. Something is off; I can feel it. But I have no idea what—no idea how. I know nothing.
And the end result?
Picture me slamming my face off the wall a few hundred times, and that's how it all works out. I have no idea what I'm doing. Am I going to make girl two also be girl one, just the amnesiac version..? Am I going to just write for girl one, and... I have no idea.
Are they in our world? Or are they in another? Should I start researching how people used to dress and act, and places, or should I make up a totally new place? Should I make it happen now, and here? Or should I make it happen then, and there?
Or is girl two the reincarnation? Is girl one even still alive, or is she dead just like I wrote?
Where is Darcy? What is he doing? How could he let girl one get taken off to die (if she really is dead), if he is supposed to be in love with her?
And the biggest question of all, what the heck is wrong with my brain, and why can't it just make things easy?
I know this was really vague, but if any of you can help me answer those questions, I'd love you forever and ever, and very likely dedicate the entire thing to you because I am brain dead.
Also, even if you have no idea, I need names. I can't just keep calling them girl one and girl two, now can I?
And no, I can't tell you what/who Darcy is (even though that's really the only thing I know...).
Well... Ideas anyone?
-H
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Heather: I'm DOING IT.
Because Ash told me to. Her list:
1) Say one thing you love about every member of SAAWAKM.
2) Tell us the latest developments/revelations in your current story.
3) Teach us about something you know a lot about.
4) Explain one moment/memory that changed your life.
5) Tell us about your family.
Well, I'm only going to do four. Because for 1, there is too much to say, and I love you all, 2, I don't even know anymore. I'm just trying to write and see if it feels right. 3, I know too much about everything to just pick one thing ;). And 5, my family... I don't know how to summarize it. My family is both very messed up, in ways I'm not really comfortable with talking about on the internet at this point in time, and very, very wonderful.
So, I figured I'd go with number four. I guess what I'm going to talk about may not be the most life changing event/years of my life; but it is something that has definitely changed my life.
It may surprise some of you, I guess, to learn about this- because it doesn't even seem like me to myself, but it's true. When I was younger, I wasn't good at picking friends. The ones I picked can't even really be considered friends, in all honesty.
I was left out, and I was made fun of. I was ignored, and all I wanted was to be noticed. Well, the 'wanting to be noticed' bit comes in later. There were a lot of things that happened leading up to just Junior High School, that weren't nice. For example, my friends told other people not to be friends with me, they left me out on purpose, and they did make fun of me. I'm not sure why I never really stood up for myself, honestly.Maybe I just thought that that was what a friend was?
When I got to Junior High, it was worse. I pretty much had no friends, I dreaded going to school, because I knew girls were going to say mean things, people were going to call me by mean nicknames, and I was going to spend the entire day basically alone. I ate lunch alone, and then I would escape to the school library for the rest of it on the days it was open. I talked to the school librarian every time I took out a book, and she was really, my only friend there.
I know I did things wrong, and made mistakes during that time. But there were days where I was afraid to go to school, because I didn't want to feel so alone. My family didn't know. No one still really does.
And maybe it isn't a big deal, maybe being bullied is just a part of life. But that really did change me. I'm not ashamed to admit that throughout that entire time, I wanted to be like the rest of them, I wanted nothing more then to be accepted by them. To feel pretty. To feel like a worthy person.
I wanted to conform, because I thought that that was how I was supposed to be. It made me very self-conscious for a long time, and there are still moot points when I'm not so sure I like myself totally because of it.
I moved across the country after the first year of Junior High, and I was terrified it would be more or less the same, but it wasn't. I don't really bother to tell anyone about this, in fact, while I didn't go too much into detail now, I think this is really the most I've told anyone about it.
I didn't write this because I want anyone to feel bad for me, because I have changed. All of that allowed me to become the person I am now. I am happy. I am confident. I do like myself now. I'm not afraid of being bullied, and when I feel like I am, I stand up for myself. But the most important thing about this that I think I have become someone who will never want anyone to feel like, or worse than, I felt.
If I hear someone talk behind another person's back, I tell them to stop. I hate when people judge others, and I do everything I can not to make assumptions about anyone, because I know how it feels, and it hurts. I'm not a saint, not even close, but that experience did change me. Now, I don't care about fitting in, I mean really, what's the big deal? It's just high school. But I think the most important thing I got from that is that now I try to go out of my way to help others- and yes, sometimes I over think things, or do the wrong thing, but I don't ever want to hurt people in anyway shape or form. And when they are hurt, I want to help them not ignore it.
So I guess what I'm saying is that even though that did leave me very hurt, and it did take a long time for me to get back any bit of confidence, I wouldn't stop it from happening, because it did play a big part in making me... me. And I don't think I ever want to change myself.
The reason I'm writing this, like I said before, isn't because I want pity, but more because it's both something that did change my life in a big way, but it's also something to say that I do trust you guys. And maybe, if it wasn't almost two in the morning, and I wasn't tired out of my mind, I wouldn't have shared this. But it's been on my mind lately, so I guess it's kind of nice to get it off my chest.
Anyway, that was one of my life changing memories...
-H
1) Say one thing you love about every member of SAAWAKM.
2) Tell us the latest developments/revelations in your current story.
3) Teach us about something you know a lot about.
4) Explain one moment/memory that changed your life.
5) Tell us about your family.
Well, I'm only going to do four. Because for 1, there is too much to say, and I love you all, 2, I don't even know anymore. I'm just trying to write and see if it feels right. 3, I know too much about everything to just pick one thing ;). And 5, my family... I don't know how to summarize it. My family is both very messed up, in ways I'm not really comfortable with talking about on the internet at this point in time, and very, very wonderful.
So, I figured I'd go with number four. I guess what I'm going to talk about may not be the most life changing event/years of my life; but it is something that has definitely changed my life.
It may surprise some of you, I guess, to learn about this- because it doesn't even seem like me to myself, but it's true. When I was younger, I wasn't good at picking friends. The ones I picked can't even really be considered friends, in all honesty.
I was left out, and I was made fun of. I was ignored, and all I wanted was to be noticed. Well, the 'wanting to be noticed' bit comes in later. There were a lot of things that happened leading up to just Junior High School, that weren't nice. For example, my friends told other people not to be friends with me, they left me out on purpose, and they did make fun of me. I'm not sure why I never really stood up for myself, honestly.Maybe I just thought that that was what a friend was?
When I got to Junior High, it was worse. I pretty much had no friends, I dreaded going to school, because I knew girls were going to say mean things, people were going to call me by mean nicknames, and I was going to spend the entire day basically alone. I ate lunch alone, and then I would escape to the school library for the rest of it on the days it was open. I talked to the school librarian every time I took out a book, and she was really, my only friend there.
I know I did things wrong, and made mistakes during that time. But there were days where I was afraid to go to school, because I didn't want to feel so alone. My family didn't know. No one still really does.
And maybe it isn't a big deal, maybe being bullied is just a part of life. But that really did change me. I'm not ashamed to admit that throughout that entire time, I wanted to be like the rest of them, I wanted nothing more then to be accepted by them. To feel pretty. To feel like a worthy person.
I wanted to conform, because I thought that that was how I was supposed to be. It made me very self-conscious for a long time, and there are still moot points when I'm not so sure I like myself totally because of it.
I moved across the country after the first year of Junior High, and I was terrified it would be more or less the same, but it wasn't. I don't really bother to tell anyone about this, in fact, while I didn't go too much into detail now, I think this is really the most I've told anyone about it.
I didn't write this because I want anyone to feel bad for me, because I have changed. All of that allowed me to become the person I am now. I am happy. I am confident. I do like myself now. I'm not afraid of being bullied, and when I feel like I am, I stand up for myself. But the most important thing about this that I think I have become someone who will never want anyone to feel like, or worse than, I felt.
If I hear someone talk behind another person's back, I tell them to stop. I hate when people judge others, and I do everything I can not to make assumptions about anyone, because I know how it feels, and it hurts. I'm not a saint, not even close, but that experience did change me. Now, I don't care about fitting in, I mean really, what's the big deal? It's just high school. But I think the most important thing I got from that is that now I try to go out of my way to help others- and yes, sometimes I over think things, or do the wrong thing, but I don't ever want to hurt people in anyway shape or form. And when they are hurt, I want to help them not ignore it.
So I guess what I'm saying is that even though that did leave me very hurt, and it did take a long time for me to get back any bit of confidence, I wouldn't stop it from happening, because it did play a big part in making me... me. And I don't think I ever want to change myself.
The reason I'm writing this, like I said before, isn't because I want pity, but more because it's both something that did change my life in a big way, but it's also something to say that I do trust you guys. And maybe, if it wasn't almost two in the morning, and I wasn't tired out of my mind, I wouldn't have shared this. But it's been on my mind lately, so I guess it's kind of nice to get it off my chest.
Anyway, that was one of my life changing memories...
-H
Heather: HAPPY BIRTHDAY NED!
Happy, happy, happy, happy, happy birthday!
I hope it's super awesome, amazing, wonderful, and totally (insert synonym here)!
Anyway, I just wanted to be the first to say happy birthday!
-H
I hope it's super awesome, amazing, wonderful, and totally (insert synonym here)!
Anyway, I just wanted to be the first to say happy birthday!
-H
Ned. "I'd rather be nobody than a somebody. Cause I've heard nobody's perfect."
"1) Say one thing you love about every member of SAAWAKM.
2) Tell us the latest developments/revelations in your current story.
3) Teach us about something you know a lot about.
4) Explain one moment/memory that changed your life.
5) Tell us about your family." -Nat/Ash
2) Tell us the latest developments/revelations in your current story.
3) Teach us about something you know a lot about.
4) Explain one moment/memory that changed your life.
5) Tell us about your family." -Nat/Ash
Alright, well I wanna answer EVERY QUESTION Cause I'm cool like dat.
1) Alright, so let's begin.
Kas. You basically keep us together. You're like our leader. XD
Heather/Joe. Honestly even before you came on SAAWAKM I was your biggest fan. So of course I have to say I love your writing.
Sage. What can I say? I love that you're my cousin. I love your voice, and I love staying up all night watching Supernatural.
Maiah. I feel bad because I don't know you verywell. But what I do know is that you're extremely talented.
Nicole. I love how upbeat and positive you are. (And I love your accent.) lol <3 You always seem to know what to say.
Nat/Ashton. I looooooooove how hyper and upbeat you are. Out of everyone on here you remind me most of me... lol :) Just how excited you seem in all your post. Plus we both like making videos. XD (And then theres that HARRYPOTTER thing...)
Sarah. I love how talented you are. I love everything you write, you're a great addition to saawakm and I hope you don't leave.
Cori/Danny. I l.o.v.e your style :) You're amazing. XD You're the first here to actually be FINISHED your novel. You are actually SO talented.
I believe that's everyone? Oh, waaaaait.
Ned. XD What can I say? I love everything about me. I'm beautiful, creative, and talented. Not to mention modest...
2. Unwanted is sort of at a halt in production... I love it, and will definetly go back to it but right now I wanna work on this idea that has been eating away at my brains for a while now. (Its about zombies.... I know, been there done that but I feel I can put an interesting spin on it. Hopefully. o_o)
3. Uhhhhhhhh. Okay...
Top Five Steps to Being Happy.
The not so official rules by Emilie/Ned.
Step One.
Start believing in your self. YOU are the only one who can TRULY make yourself feel beautiful. As soon as you start believing it, you can make it true.
Step Two.
Forget about haters. They only make you feel terrible about yourself and they are not worth it.
Step Three.
Realize that there are people in this world who will try to make you unhappy. Realize that you do not have to be unhappy.
Step Four. Realize that while having a boyfriend/girlfriend is great, so is being single and if you worry to much about what others think, you'll start getting unhappy again.
Step Five. Be Happy.
4. There have been so many times that have changed my life. In fact, heres probably the number one life changing moment.
Emilie/Ned's Life Changing Moment
a short story by Emilie/Ned.
Once upon a time lived a girl named Emilie. She lived a very happy life. She was popular, and everyone loved her.
What Emilie didn't know though was that while people wanted to be her, and that they loved the concept of her, they didn't really like her at all. You see, Emilie had almost everything handed to her. In school she was teachers pet, the top of her class and the best friend to the most popular girl in the school. At home she had this mother that came in to school EVERYDAY to teach Emilie's class art. On Emilie's birthday her mother hired a magician to come to the school and the class didn't do work, instead they watched a magic show all day. And to top it all off, every Friday her mother took her out for lunch with her friends. You see, it would seem that Emilie had everything, and behind her back, people started to talk.
People thought that just because Emilie hung out with the mean girls that she was one. Even though Emilie seemed to always stand up for the underdog. I mean it had to be an act right? No one was THAT perfect.
One day while running laps, Emilie was walking. (She didn't like running much, and the teachers never said anything.) A girl in her class, who Emilie barely knew jogged beside her.
"Hey Emilie." Brianna said.
"Hi." Emilie said.
"So, or my birthday, my aunts taking me to great wolf lodge," Brianna said. "And I can have a friend come. Wanna come?"
Emilie would have loved to go, but Emilie wasn't even aloud to go to Niagara Falls with her best friend. Not only that... but Emilie didn't really know Brianna.
"Why me?" Emilie asked. "I mean... what about your friends, Marie Christine?"
"I don't really want her along... and you're the nicest person I know."
This shocked Emilie. You see, she tried her hardest to be nice to everyone, but she just assumed because she hung out with the wrong crowd, that she'd be categorized as... mean. But Brianna, being the amazing person she is had actually cared to get to know Emilie. And Emilie hadn't even noticed.
Weirdly enough Emilie was granted permission to go to great wolf lodge with Brianna and they had a great time.
Everything changed when Emilie got back to school She hung out more and more with Brianna, and less and less with the popular kids.
Eventually, Popular Girl #1, (Lets call her... Brittany because I don't wanna use her real name.) Brittany told Emilie Brianna wasn't cool enough. It was either all of Emilie's old friends. Or Brianna. She was to make the choice.
"You can pretend not to be my friend." Brianna said.
That's when it hit her. Who was the bigger friend? The girls Emilie had grown up with that now were willing to pretend she didn't exist, or Brianna, the girl who was willing to pretend not to be her friend just so she could keep her other friends.
"You can't stop me from being friends with who I want, Brittany." Emilie said. "Brianna is my friend and I'm not going to drop her just cause you want me to."
"Then we're not friends." Brittany said.
And as much as it hurt to say it, because Emilie really did think of Brittany as a sister, Emilie said. "I can't force you to be friends with me."
Soon a rumour spread that Emilie was a cold hearted bit- witch and no one would speak to her. Only Brianna. Emilie stayed cool and know Emilie is a smart, independent girl with a bestie named Brianna. And Brittany is a not so smart, semi-slut. Who is boy crazy and doesn't think about anything except getting drunk and partying.
Sooo yeah. That was the time that changed my life. I think it was for the better, and while it was rough. I truly believe I am a better person then who I turned out to be.
5. Family? Alright! XD
Alright. Sooo.... I'm just gonna say close family, cause its a really LONG story otherwise.
I have a Mom. Her name is Melody Hepburn. She's my role model. I love her, we're like the best of friends.
I have a Dad. He's alright. His names Brenden Cavin and he's a musician.
I have a sister. Her name is Katie (or Kathryn) Hepburn. She's a genius. (Like actually. She's always talking all scientific. It's kinda annoying. Oh, and she totally the most amazing artist I know the way she draws. God, you've never see anything like it. Oh and she's beautiful. SO yeah. She got all the you know. Everything. Looks/Brains/Talent. lol. But I'm not jealous. Cause I love her, and I honestly think she'll be the first woman on mars.
And I have a cousin/friend type person who is BASICALLY my sister. You all know her. Her name is Sage. <3 She's amazing. I love her to pieces. XD
Three Fun Facts.
1. My parents aren't married.
2. My mom's boyfriend bout me an xbox.
3. My dad's getting married in October.
So Yes, I know. I so evil. I just took up all your time. But at least now you know.
1. I love you.
2. I'm working on a zombie novel.
3. How to be happy.
4. How I went from being a somebody to a nobody over the course of a year.
and
5. How messed up my family is. XD
"I'd rather be nobody than a somebody.
Cause I've heard nobody's perfect."
Nat: DO IT!
Hi!
I really like Heather's idea about posting more often, so I'm starting something right now. The fact that you are reading this post means that you HAVE to make a post. Right. Now. Just do it.
It can be about one of the following things:
1) Say one thing you love about every member of SAAWAKM.
2) Tell us the latest developments/revelations in your current story.
3) Teach us about something you know a lot about.
4) Explain one moment/memory that changed your life.
5) Tell us about your family.
Or anything else you'd like.
Just make a post. Please??
Let's try and make it to 200 posts in July. :D
I really like Heather's idea about posting more often, so I'm starting something right now. The fact that you are reading this post means that you HAVE to make a post. Right. Now. Just do it.
It can be about one of the following things:
1) Say one thing you love about every member of SAAWAKM.
2) Tell us the latest developments/revelations in your current story.
3) Teach us about something you know a lot about.
4) Explain one moment/memory that changed your life.
5) Tell us about your family.
Or anything else you'd like.
Just make a post. Please??
Let's try and make it to 200 posts in July. :D
Heather: Nostalgia.
Do you guys remember last summer? It was insane here, especially the beginning of July- we invited so many people and had so many posts, and the commenting - I think there at least thirty+ on a few of them.
I miss that. I miss coming on here to a new post every time, or even a new comment.
I'm not saying I want more people (though nor am I against the idea,) I like our close-ness on here, and I like that we all know each other and are friends, but I miss the intensity of our posting.
I don't know about you guys, but I love SAAWAKM, and I love reading new posts, so what if we were to try to match the intensity of last year? At least in July, since we're approximately 100 posts behind for June...
Anyway, maybe it's a dumb idea, but I wouldn't mind trying, if you guys are up to it.
Also, this isn't me saying 'post, post, post, and forget about writing,' not at all.
On the topic of writing, I was stumped, I killed off my main character (it just sort of happened...) then I was stumped again, and now, well, I'm only semi-stumped! Haha, I have to get out what I'm writing now, and then I really need to make an outline or something, because I have no idea what I'm doing. I just know that it's along the lines of a few things that really don't make sense together, in a different world, (maybe) and I'm either insane... or this one might just work out...
Let's hope for the latter, shall we?
-H
EDIT- Well, maybe not match it per se, since we don't have fifteen people on here, but to just try to post more during the summer.
I miss that. I miss coming on here to a new post every time, or even a new comment.
I'm not saying I want more people (though nor am I against the idea,) I like our close-ness on here, and I like that we all know each other and are friends, but I miss the intensity of our posting.
I don't know about you guys, but I love SAAWAKM, and I love reading new posts, so what if we were to try to match the intensity of last year? At least in July, since we're approximately 100 posts behind for June...
Anyway, maybe it's a dumb idea, but I wouldn't mind trying, if you guys are up to it.
Also, this isn't me saying 'post, post, post, and forget about writing,' not at all.
On the topic of writing, I was stumped, I killed off my main character (it just sort of happened...) then I was stumped again, and now, well, I'm only semi-stumped! Haha, I have to get out what I'm writing now, and then I really need to make an outline or something, because I have no idea what I'm doing. I just know that it's along the lines of a few things that really don't make sense together, in a different world, (maybe) and I'm either insane... or this one might just work out...
Let's hope for the latter, shall we?
-H
EDIT- Well, maybe not match it per se, since we don't have fifteen people on here, but to just try to post more during the summer.
Ned: Harry Potter and Birthdays!
Soooooooooooo
MY BIRTHDAY IS TOMORROW! XD
I'll be 15. So excited.
Oh, and ASH. I love you. HARRYPOTTER <3 You make me smile.
Sooooo excited. AHhhhhh.
Going to the falls on the weekend for my birthday. XD
My moms boyfriend is AWESOME! XD <3 Like superduper cool. You have no idea.
Okay BYE.
-Ned.
Nat: Let's Move On.
I agree fully with Nicole, and starting now I am going to leave this issue behind, other than to say - Sarah, I hope you don't leave.
But other than that, I think we should all just move on and talk about writing and life stuff, as Nicole suggested.
I'll start.
I bought a Ravenclaw scarf to wear to the Harry Potter release in 15 DAYS!!!
My cousins are coming to visit tomorrow. :D
What colour do you girls think I should paint my nails?
I love you all, and I know we'll make it through this, we always do. <3
But other than that, I think we should all just move on and talk about writing and life stuff, as Nicole suggested.
I'll start.
I bought a Ravenclaw scarf to wear to the Harry Potter release in 15 DAYS!!!
My cousins are coming to visit tomorrow. :D
What colour do you girls think I should paint my nails?
I love you all, and I know we'll make it through this, we always do. <3
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Nicole: All of this sucks.
Yeah, pretty much all of this sucks. Everyone here is obviously opinionated, we're teenage girls, and I understand everyone wanting to express their opinions, but I miss coming on here and finding posts about writing and life in general. It was an escape and now it just seems like a place for drama and I honestly think this issue has been dragged out for too long.
That's just my take. So, yeah. Bye.
That's just my take. So, yeah. Bye.
Sarah Says Goodbye
Dear Ladies,
Real life is a funny thing, you know.
In real life, saying the right thing at the right moment is beyond crucial. So crucial in fact, that most of us start to hesitate, for fear of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. But lately what I’ve began to fear more than that, is letting the moment pass with saying anything.
There’s a time for silent, and there a time for waiting your turn. But if you know how you feel, and you so clearly know what you need to say…
You’ll know it.
I think I need to speak now, because that’s what my heart is telling me I should do. And who am I to deny my heart what it wants?
You guys should know that over the past year and half, I’ve been through so much that something sinister was working its way through me. Something so dark and scary that I tried to ignore it for a long time.
I've been the victim of growing up, which apparently happens to all of us at one point or another. It's been going on for quite some time now, without me knowing it.
I've found that growing up can mean a lot of things. For me, it doesn't mean I should become somebody completely new and stop loving the things I used to love. It just means I’ve changed.
The reality of my grandfather’s illness and the hardship of my brother abandoning my family, and million other things I don’t feel comfortable telling you guys about, hit me hard. My entire world was changing around me, and I along with it.
I was so afraid of these changes that I would put on this mask, this strange façade where I was still that same old Sarah, the one who loved talking about pointless things and didn’t mind being frivolous.
Apparently I was very good at this. My friends and teachers didn’t notice a difference in my behavior, or they didn’t care enough to show it. I would smile through my classes and small talk my way out of conversations, all the while covering up everything I was feeling and all of these drastic changes I was facing.
Everybody has that point in their life where you hit a crossroads and you've had a bunch of bad days and there's different ways you can deal with it. The way I dealt with it was through faith.
And I think faith has helped me more than anything else could. Because even though I can’t prove that God is out there scientifically, I know He is. I know because I have the courage to believe in something I can’t see or hear or taste or smell. I believe in something that not right there at my fingertips, but I still believe in Him with all of my heart and mind and soul.
I’m not trying to force this down your guy’s throats or anything, please don’t take it that way. I’m just trying to explain some things to you that I never had the courage to explain before because I was afraid.
But through my fear, I’ve learned something very important: you will always know more in the future than you do now. For instance…
1. Self tanner actually doesn’t look natural.
2. Your parents aren’t always wrong.
3. People will burn you.
4. Just because the bottle says mild, doesn’t mean the sauce won’t be hot.
5. Boys are stupid 98% of the time
6. Friends come and go.
7. Carry an extra pair of flip-flops with you in case the other break.
8. And saying certain things can hurt.
You guys can claim all you want that I said the “wrong” things in that post, but I don’t think I did. I said what was on my mind, which is, like, the definition of blogging. I didn’t mean to sound stand-offish, I was just tired of people hating on me, which you guys clearly didn’t understand.
Actually, I didn’t know Cori had a girlfriend of Brandon was gay or all of those other things. I don’t know if I missed those posts or what, but I simply didn’t know. And that’s not my fault.
I also don’t know why I’m saying all of this, because I don’t have to explain myself to you guys. No, it wasn’t a mistake and yes, I know you guys will disagree with me there.
I’m not ‘owning up’ to anything either or saying sorry. If you guys were hurt by what I said, you shouldn’t have been because I was just stating my opinion, which was stated in the beginning of my post.
I feel like I’ve been part of this group for too long. I’ve felt this way for a while now, not just after the big incident. At first, this was a great way to get help when I needed it but now I feel like I don’t belong anymore.
So, this is the post I’ve tried to make a million times but always deleted. This is my semi-formal goodbye. If I’ve ever offended you in anyway, I really didn’t mean to. But I’m also not apologizing because I don’t feel like I need to, because I only ever followed my heart, which can never be wrong.
Jeez, for the longest time I was afraid to tell you guys this, because I didn’t want to give it up, to lose something that’s been a part of me for this long.
I was afraid when I first sang on stage, but after belting it out I conquered that fear. I was terrified of snakes until I was twelve, when I was actually bit by one and didn’t die. I thought High School was going to be big and scary, but after my first day, I knew I would be okay.
I was afraid to speak up, but now I find it really easy.
And maybe that’s why it’s finally okay for me to type all of this out. Because I’m not afraid anymore. In fact, I’m kinda fearless now, which kinda rocks.
Best Wishes,
Sarah
Real life is a funny thing, you know.
In real life, saying the right thing at the right moment is beyond crucial. So crucial in fact, that most of us start to hesitate, for fear of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. But lately what I’ve began to fear more than that, is letting the moment pass with saying anything.
There’s a time for silent, and there a time for waiting your turn. But if you know how you feel, and you so clearly know what you need to say…
You’ll know it.
I think I need to speak now, because that’s what my heart is telling me I should do. And who am I to deny my heart what it wants?
You guys should know that over the past year and half, I’ve been through so much that something sinister was working its way through me. Something so dark and scary that I tried to ignore it for a long time.
I've been the victim of growing up, which apparently happens to all of us at one point or another. It's been going on for quite some time now, without me knowing it.
I've found that growing up can mean a lot of things. For me, it doesn't mean I should become somebody completely new and stop loving the things I used to love. It just means I’ve changed.
The reality of my grandfather’s illness and the hardship of my brother abandoning my family, and million other things I don’t feel comfortable telling you guys about, hit me hard. My entire world was changing around me, and I along with it.
I was so afraid of these changes that I would put on this mask, this strange façade where I was still that same old Sarah, the one who loved talking about pointless things and didn’t mind being frivolous.
Apparently I was very good at this. My friends and teachers didn’t notice a difference in my behavior, or they didn’t care enough to show it. I would smile through my classes and small talk my way out of conversations, all the while covering up everything I was feeling and all of these drastic changes I was facing.
Everybody has that point in their life where you hit a crossroads and you've had a bunch of bad days and there's different ways you can deal with it. The way I dealt with it was through faith.
And I think faith has helped me more than anything else could. Because even though I can’t prove that God is out there scientifically, I know He is. I know because I have the courage to believe in something I can’t see or hear or taste or smell. I believe in something that not right there at my fingertips, but I still believe in Him with all of my heart and mind and soul.
I’m not trying to force this down your guy’s throats or anything, please don’t take it that way. I’m just trying to explain some things to you that I never had the courage to explain before because I was afraid.
But through my fear, I’ve learned something very important: you will always know more in the future than you do now. For instance…
1. Self tanner actually doesn’t look natural.
2. Your parents aren’t always wrong.
3. People will burn you.
4. Just because the bottle says mild, doesn’t mean the sauce won’t be hot.
5. Boys are stupid 98% of the time
6. Friends come and go.
7. Carry an extra pair of flip-flops with you in case the other break.
8. And saying certain things can hurt.
You guys can claim all you want that I said the “wrong” things in that post, but I don’t think I did. I said what was on my mind, which is, like, the definition of blogging. I didn’t mean to sound stand-offish, I was just tired of people hating on me, which you guys clearly didn’t understand.
Actually, I didn’t know Cori had a girlfriend of Brandon was gay or all of those other things. I don’t know if I missed those posts or what, but I simply didn’t know. And that’s not my fault.
I also don’t know why I’m saying all of this, because I don’t have to explain myself to you guys. No, it wasn’t a mistake and yes, I know you guys will disagree with me there.
I’m not ‘owning up’ to anything either or saying sorry. If you guys were hurt by what I said, you shouldn’t have been because I was just stating my opinion, which was stated in the beginning of my post.
I feel like I’ve been part of this group for too long. I’ve felt this way for a while now, not just after the big incident. At first, this was a great way to get help when I needed it but now I feel like I don’t belong anymore.
So, this is the post I’ve tried to make a million times but always deleted. This is my semi-formal goodbye. If I’ve ever offended you in anyway, I really didn’t mean to. But I’m also not apologizing because I don’t feel like I need to, because I only ever followed my heart, which can never be wrong.
Jeez, for the longest time I was afraid to tell you guys this, because I didn’t want to give it up, to lose something that’s been a part of me for this long.
I was afraid when I first sang on stage, but after belting it out I conquered that fear. I was terrified of snakes until I was twelve, when I was actually bit by one and didn’t die. I thought High School was going to be big and scary, but after my first day, I knew I would be okay.
I was afraid to speak up, but now I find it really easy.
And maybe that’s why it’s finally okay for me to type all of this out. Because I’m not afraid anymore. In fact, I’m kinda fearless now, which kinda rocks.
Best Wishes,
Sarah
Sage and Ned: Our final word
Like Heather, Ned and I have a few last notes we wanted to add.
Sarah, it seemed like your post came from nowhere. Like Ned said before, this is a writing blog and while that's not 100% of the content it's never been about posting religious or political beliefs. If those are your views you need to keep them to yourself. Coming to this blog and looking for support was not the right thing to do. Furthermore, considering the title of your post, why post it at all? You must have known the mess you were getting yourself into.
Like what Heather said, Cori has a girlfriend and had felt safe enough to come out and tell us that on this blog. This is a safe space and always has been. I don't think you really understand the importance of that. So many queer kids are taking their lives and to have a place like, even if it is online, but a place where you can truly be you is so important especially at this point in all our lives for whatever reason.
Deleting the post was for everyone, but deleting and remaining silent was not the best way to go about things. Everyone would feel better if you could just own up to your mistakes. Hell, we all make them. We're not saying having an opinion is a mistake, we're saying that posting that opinion on this blog was a mistake.
We just feel like a trust was broken. There is now this awkward silence where no one knows what to say or what they can say so they wont feel judged, hated or scrutinized by anyone. Then again you know what they say, every time there's an awkward silence.... a gay baby is born.
We think you are so talented and we do feel like we are friends. I think that's why we're okay to say these things. Friends hurt each other, and the real test is who stays and works it out. We don't want to lose you. We want you to understand.
Yes you did research, but anyone can find info to back them up on anything and anyone can counter with the same amount if not more. Anyone can pervert religion to say what they want it to, good or bad. I have read most of the bible, and it's extremely unclear as to what it dictates for right and wrong and each individual takes from it what they want. Take a look at this. That's the church that I go to with my moms every sunday. We hear the word of God. We pray. We're gay.
We hope you feel safe enough to admit your mistake. We love you.
xo
Sage and Ned
Heather: I Hate to Draw Things Out But...
Alright so, I don't want to start drama, or be mean, honestly I don't.
But Sarah, (and I do know I commented, but I commented on the content, not the post itself) I just have one thing I want to say, because I was talking to Kas, about it and I hate feeling like I'm talking behind a person's back, so I just want to tell you what I think.
I think that your opinions are your own and I cannot condemn them, even though they are not like mine. I just wanted to say that while you didn't know about Sage's parents, or Ned's aunt, or Nicole's mother's friend, but you did know that Cori has a girlfriend. You did know that Brandon, a previous member of this blog, is gay, and you did know that he is my friend. The reason that most upsets me about your post is not the content, but that you were willing to hurt people with it.
You knowingly hurt people with that post, and that in itself is wrong.
You don't need to apologize for your beliefs, but you need to own up to hurting people. As mush as I did not like your post, you can't just delete it without owning up to it. That bothers me.
I really, really like you Sarah, you're an amazing writer, and you are my friend, but I would feel wrong if we just act like it never happened- because that bothers me. If you can make that post, and delete it, then you should own up to knowing you would hurt people in the process.
I'm sorry if that was rude, or mean, or unnecessary, but I just wanted to get that out of my system.
So, on a final note, I'm going to make an assumption, if I'm wrong, I apologize in advance, and please, do correct me. But you made a facebook status yesterday about being falsely persecuted- it was a quote from the bible, and I couldn't help but think that that was hypocritical. You stated your opinion, in a way with the potential to hurt people on this blog that you knew were gay, or cared for someone who was gay, where as we just stated our opinions. My comments weren't directed to hurt you, and when I read it over and tried to think of why it might, I came up with nothing- it was simply my opinion, and scientific fact. So please, instead of making a facebook status on being persecuted (by which persecuting the opinions and feelings of everyone on this blog) think for a minute on that.
I'm really, really, really sorry if this post hurt you in anyway shape or form, but I just wanted to say that I think you need to own up to it, not just delete it. I do consider you my friend, I do think you're nice, and funny, and a great writer, but I just couldn't let that go unsaid.
That's the last I'll say on it all, because I don't want to draw it out more.
-H
But Sarah, (and I do know I commented, but I commented on the content, not the post itself) I just have one thing I want to say, because I was talking to Kas, about it and I hate feeling like I'm talking behind a person's back, so I just want to tell you what I think.
I think that your opinions are your own and I cannot condemn them, even though they are not like mine. I just wanted to say that while you didn't know about Sage's parents, or Ned's aunt, or Nicole's mother's friend, but you did know that Cori has a girlfriend. You did know that Brandon, a previous member of this blog, is gay, and you did know that he is my friend. The reason that most upsets me about your post is not the content, but that you were willing to hurt people with it.
You knowingly hurt people with that post, and that in itself is wrong.
You don't need to apologize for your beliefs, but you need to own up to hurting people. As mush as I did not like your post, you can't just delete it without owning up to it. That bothers me.
I really, really like you Sarah, you're an amazing writer, and you are my friend, but I would feel wrong if we just act like it never happened- because that bothers me. If you can make that post, and delete it, then you should own up to knowing you would hurt people in the process.
I'm sorry if that was rude, or mean, or unnecessary, but I just wanted to get that out of my system.
So, on a final note, I'm going to make an assumption, if I'm wrong, I apologize in advance, and please, do correct me. But you made a facebook status yesterday about being falsely persecuted- it was a quote from the bible, and I couldn't help but think that that was hypocritical. You stated your opinion, in a way with the potential to hurt people on this blog that you knew were gay, or cared for someone who was gay, where as we just stated our opinions. My comments weren't directed to hurt you, and when I read it over and tried to think of why it might, I came up with nothing- it was simply my opinion, and scientific fact. So please, instead of making a facebook status on being persecuted (by which persecuting the opinions and feelings of everyone on this blog) think for a minute on that.
I'm really, really, really sorry if this post hurt you in anyway shape or form, but I just wanted to say that I think you need to own up to it, not just delete it. I do consider you my friend, I do think you're nice, and funny, and a great writer, but I just couldn't let that go unsaid.
That's the last I'll say on it all, because I don't want to draw it out more.
-H
Maiah: HWahhdbdwfffgelwp.
Ok, sooooooo.
I just went on inkpop.
I typed in the search bar "Blood Red Rose"...
Some bitch stole my title!!
BLAAAHUDEIEFFFHQOFFFCHYY.
I'm pissed.
I just went on inkpop.
I typed in the search bar "Blood Red Rose"...
Some bitch stole my title!!
BLAAAHUDEIEFFFHQOFFFCHYY.
I'm pissed.
Monday, June 27, 2011
Kas: So, it seems i missed Sarah's post?
Alright, so it seems that I missed some big debacle yesterday on one of the more controversial posts SAAWAKM has seen.
Heather filled me in on what happened, and even though Sarah deleted her post, I found it on Google Reads (Which documents all of our recent posts, along with other websites i follow, so that i can basically check them all at one time.) and honestly, I was offended.
Now, I wasn't actually as offended by what she said, as much as the way she said it.
Sarah, in your post you came across very stand-off-ish. Almost as if this topic were something that we had all been discussing and arguing over for weeks and you needed to defend your side of the argument, which is not the case. I feel like you just rolled in and starting trying to force your ideas on us, despite already knowing our opinions on the matter.
Yes, yes, you are very much entitled to your opinion, but was that really the way, or place, to do it? I mean, you stated in the post that you already knew how we felt about this topic, so what was your goal here? It almost seems as though you were looking for a fight.
Honestly, I feel like what you said was extremely insensitive. Cori has a girlfriend, who she talks about all the time and Sage has two moms (which I actually didn't know before this... Haha) How did you think they were going to react to what you said?
And again, you said that you "aren't some 'brainwashed' kid, who agrees to everything her mommy and daddy say. " So... my only question is, who accused you of being one? You came on SAAWAKM yesterday knowing that what you would say would offend us, yet you created and posted it anyway. Why?
Opinions are a good thing to have, Sarah, and i'm glad you think for yourself, but don't use your opinions to belittle someone else's, especially when those people are your friends. It was rude to come to place that is supposed to be accepting and treat people with such disrespect and inconsideration for their personal views. Despite our opposite views, we have never tried to force our ideas down your throat before... So, excuse me, but get your hand out of my windpipe.
Edit: I just re-read this post, and it turned out a bit more hostile than i had originally intended. Sorry. i just wanted her to know why i feel the way if eel about her post, without saying anything negative about her beliefs. Which, I hope I did. Now, I wasn't able to read the comments on Sarah's post, so she may have already addressed some of these questions. I'm just saying what I thought whenever I read the post alone. Sarah, I don't want you to think that we all hate you now, because that is absolutely not the case. No matter what your views and opinions, you're still an amazing writer and an awesome addition to SAAWAKM.
-K
Nat: Bringing Up This Issue Again...
I just need to address this issue once more to say -
New York just legalized gay marriage!
And also - watch this video if you're interested in gay rights at all.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zhl9MLno424&feature=player_embedded
That is all.
New York just legalized gay marriage!
And also - watch this video if you're interested in gay rights at all.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zhl9MLno424&feature=player_embedded
That is all.
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Sarah:
What do you get when you combine all of this:
The Drumming Song—Florence + The Machine
Tainted Love—Soft Cell
Haunted—Taylor Swift
Monsters—Hurricane Bells
Everywhere I Go—Ellie Goulding
Blinding—Florence + The Machine
Setting Sun—Eskimo Joe
Heavy Heart—Madi Diaz
Believe—The Bravery
The One—Black Mustang
With a little bit of this, this, this, and (finally) this?
My new story, that's what. :)
The Drumming Song—Florence + The Machine
Tainted Love—Soft Cell
Haunted—Taylor Swift
Monsters—Hurricane Bells
Everywhere I Go—Ellie Goulding
Blinding—Florence + The Machine
Setting Sun—Eskimo Joe
Heavy Heart—Madi Diaz
Believe—The Bravery
The One—Black Mustang
With a little bit of this, this, this, and (finally) this?
My new story, that's what. :)
Nicole: Sorryyy
Okay, so I don't have any real excuse for not posting. After my last post the other day I told myself that I wasn't allowed to post again until I finished my first chapter, and I ended up finishing it that night :P.
But anywayyyys, so that's done and I'm on to the second chapter now! I'm not sure if it's long enough though, how long are yours chapters usually?
But anywayyyys, so that's done and I'm on to the second chapter now! I'm not sure if it's long enough though, how long are yours chapters usually?
Heather: So...
I'M FREE...
But besides that, I was writing the-story-that-doth-have-no-name and I added more to the part that I posted on here, thus (possibly) making it a prologue, and meaning my first chapter needs to be changed. But I think I like it a lot more now.
Lately, I've been really wanting to write something edgy, and I'm so excited because it seems like finally I have something that is like that.
I can tell there's definitely going to be a lot of romance in it (because, I mean, it's me... and because otherwise the plot would pretty much just fall through...) but it's not going to be straight forward romance, if that makes sense. I want to make it dark and edgy- not just some typical 'happily ever after.' Because, you know, this one might not even end happily. Alright, I'm starting to get ahead of myself here, but I just wanted to tell you all that, because I'm excited.
And I may post the excerpt with everything I've added on here soon. :)
-H
But besides that, I was writing the-story-that-doth-have-no-name and I added more to the part that I posted on here, thus (possibly) making it a prologue, and meaning my first chapter needs to be changed. But I think I like it a lot more now.
Lately, I've been really wanting to write something edgy, and I'm so excited because it seems like finally I have something that is like that.
I can tell there's definitely going to be a lot of romance in it (because, I mean, it's me... and because otherwise the plot would pretty much just fall through...) but it's not going to be straight forward romance, if that makes sense. I want to make it dark and edgy- not just some typical 'happily ever after.' Because, you know, this one might not even end happily. Alright, I'm starting to get ahead of myself here, but I just wanted to tell you all that, because I'm excited.
And I may post the excerpt with everything I've added on here soon. :)
-H
Sage: Supernatural
You'll all be happy to know that Emily and I have started watching Supernatural... and are totally hooked. The only improvement I would make would be if they did the whole show half-naked... but that's just me :)
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Kas: I've been... in Narnia. Forgot to tell you guys, my bad.
Haha.
Well, I've recently gotten a bit of my inspiration back for writing. But, I actually have I think a lot of different stories and I can't decide which to write first. I think there are... four?
You guys have all heard of them, at some point or another. Two of them, actually, were once the same story. But, its changed a lot since the original version, like almost completely, but, I still love the original story as well, so i think i'll write them both.
But, since i'm so indecisive, I've decided to make both synopsis' and book trailers for all of them. And then I'll post them here, and you guys can tell me your favorite. Because, I honestly can't choose.
Okay? Well, im sure the trailers will take me a while, so don't hold your breath or anything. Haha.
-K
Heather: Where am I?
Just to point it out- you all really need to post more. :)
In other news, the answer to number 5 on Nat's post, (as I believe it was) is that I am in my living room, studying for tomorrows math exam.
AND THEN I'M FREE!
Where are the rest of you?
And that's just about it.
-H
In other news, the answer to number 5 on Nat's post, (as I believe it was) is that I am in my living room, studying for tomorrows math exam.
AND THEN I'M FREE!
Where are the rest of you?
And that's just about it.
-H
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Sage: The Summer "To-Do" List
Okay. So since I'm totally a boring person, I've decided that I need to make a list of things to do this summer.
1. Meet a boy
2. Date aforementioned boy (aren't I such a girl)
3. Get a kick-ass tan
4. Go to montreal/ ottawa with Sophie
5. Make at least three new friends
6. Read ten new books
7. Do the dance workshop that I've wanted to for a long time
8. Go to Canada's Wonderland at least twice
9. Write more songs
10. Post on SAAWAKM more often :)
Nat: Internet Stuff
1) I finally did it...I knew it was only a matter of time, but I finally got a tumblr. Yes, I caved.
You can go see it if you like. It isn't anything spectacular yet, 'cause I'm still trying to figure everythin out.
2) I also have a listography page, not sure if I told you that before...
3) I'm planning on making 2 Hary Potter videos in the next couple weeks, along with my video about my favourite book. (That should hopefully be done by Saturday...)
4) I'M WRITING AGAIN! I've written almost 5000 words in the last 3 days. It's a new story, of course.
5) Where is everyone?
You can go see it if you like. It isn't anything spectacular yet, 'cause I'm still trying to figure everythin out.
2) I also have a listography page, not sure if I told you that before...
3) I'm planning on making 2 Hary Potter videos in the next couple weeks, along with my video about my favourite book. (That should hopefully be done by Saturday...)
4) I'M WRITING AGAIN! I've written almost 5000 words in the last 3 days. It's a new story, of course.
5) Where is everyone?
Monday, June 20, 2011
Heather: French Can Go Die.
Just to get that out there... It just so happens to be tomorrows exam.
Anyway, I was taking a break from my studying (I know, another one,) and I decided to tweak my little synopsis/blurb/thing. Haha, I finished the first chapter, which is exciting... to me, haha.
And I will not write anymore on it until Friday, after my last exam (let's see how well this works out, shall we? :| ) Anyway, I just wanted to share my synopsis/blurb/thing.
Aura Davis isn’t so sure about her life any more. Three years ago, she was a normal high school freshman; now, she’s haunted. She can’t stop running; running from her old life, her memories, and everything she has left. But if she doesn’t run, she dies. Seventeen years old and orphaned, Aura is unable to forget her past.
Then she meets Ty, dark and mysterious, he’s the very thing that haunts her nightmares. But as much as she tries to run away, she is drawn ever deeper into his web of lies and deceit. Will their uncanny attraction be enough to save her life, or will it simply bring about her death?
And why does she suddenly feel as though she’s lived before?
I don't know if it seems to predictable or anything (I swear it isn't, and none of you will ever guess what's really happening,) but I'm not sure if it comes off that way or not.
I also figured I'd share the lyrics that started it all... Haha, some girl made them her facebook status.
You and I know what it's like to be kicked down, forced to fight; but tonight we're alright, so hold up your lights and let it shine.
I think Google told (yes, it told me) me it was by Bruno Mars? Or something, don't hold me to that- I'm not really into the mainstream music scene, haha, but I really liked those lyrics.
Also, I just want to say that if you haven't read my earlier excerpt, dooooo itttttt, because it'll make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. ;)
^That phrasing is a little odd but you know, whatever... Back to French, later!
-H
Kas: Rawr.
So... I've decided to post the next youtube topic. Since, its Monday and all. I had hoped to post this last night, but i forgot. :/
So.. I think that that next topic should be...
Your favorite book... OF ALL TIME.
I know you all have trouble with favorites (*cough Ash. *cough) But, I am actually really curious as to what your answers will be to this. Of course you can narrow it down to a few different ones, but try to stay under like, 4. K?
Im sure your all wondering why my video isn't posted... and its because i broke my camera... which had my video on it... and now it wont turn on. Sigh. So, i have to wait for that to get fixed before i can make any videos. But, i still love watching yours!
So...
What is/are your favorite book(s)?
-K
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Heather: So Much for Studying.
Before you call me a total procrastinator (like I already am) just know that Civics may very well be the dullest class in the history, of, well, ever. My exam for it is on Monday, and I made it halfway through my review before I gave up... Haha, anyway, I got a little distracted.
You see, last night when I was finishing my History review (or trying to, as the case was) I got an idea. So, of course, I had to write it down.
And then tonight, I was studying when I decided to take a break for five minutes, and started to write... It totally took a mind of its own, and was so not planned, but it fits perfectly with my idea, and I'm kind of excited.
Also, it's not about vampires, werewolves, soul suckers, aliens, goblins, elves, angels, demons, nephilim, none of that type of stuff. Actually, it's probably about something that you haven't heard of before- or at least I hadn't.... Hahah. :)
So, I was thinking that I was to get your opinions on it, and advice and everything, or even if you want to tell me to go back to studying because it's crap...
And I'm also not sure if it's going to be a prologue, or the start of chapter one...
But anyways this is what I just wrote:
*
But if I know anything, then I know it’s impossible. I can’t keep running from them, I can’t let him hide me from them again; I can’t let him get hurt this time. Darcy leans his head toward mine, and my heart splutters in my chest.
It takes all I have to keep from throwing myself at him right then and there; to escape into our little world for just a few moments longer, but I can’t. Instead, my hands find his face, holding him in place as my fingers study every inch of it.
Of every moment we have ever spent together in any of my lives, this one is certainly my favourite. He doesn’t move, allowing me to explore the face I am sure to never forget, just as I never have before. My fingers linger on his lips, itching to pull him close and slam them down on my own. They drop down to the collar of his tunic and find the thick scar that extends from the top of his collarbone to just above his hip.
Darcy grabs my hand in his own, and frowns down at me. “Do you remember how I got this scar?” His words are quiet, but heavy with emotion.
“Yes,” I tell him, “I remember everything.”
And it’s true. Flashes of moments of passion, despair, and violent battles run through my mind constantly. The scar is my fault, I know. It is something I can never forgive myself. I want to hold him closer than I ever have, but I can’t bring myself to move; not yet.
My skirts rustle as he pulls me into his arms, and Darcy throws back his head and laughs at my shocked expression. I can’t stop my own grin from forming across my lips at the sound of his laughter. My hands wrap around his neck, as he leans down to look at me.
It seems neither of us can hold off, as our lips find each other and my heart thrums along to the beat of his. Darcy sets me down on the ground without breaking the kiss and grabs my hips; pulling me closer to him. My fingers curl in his thick, soft hair in a vain attempt to pull him even closer.
“Ahem.” The amused voice doesn’t register in my mind as I wrap my arms tighter around his neck, but Darcy pulls back, uncharacteristically startled by the stranger’s presence.
I unravel my arms and turn to get a look at the man who interrupted us. He has coal black eyes and vibrant blonde hair, but despite the tone of his voice, his expression is far from amused. His stance is confidant, and his smirk makes him appear as though he has had some unsung victory.
Darcy steps forward, placing himself between me and the stranger. He drops into a defensive stance, and all I can see is the tightening of the muscles in his back as he snarls at the man in front of him. “What are you doing here, Chas?” His voice is harsher than I have ever heard it, and I can feel myself flinch back at the sound.
Chas chuckles darkly, and the sound makes my skin crawl. “I just wanted to come see your pretty little prize. Is that so wrong?” It’s almost as though I can feel his eyes on me, despite Darcy’s thick form blocking the way. The thought makes bile rise in my throat.
Darcy ignores his question, “You’ve seen her. Why are you still here?”
“She’s quite the fiery little prize, isn’t she?” I can hear his footsteps as he tries to step around Darcy to get a better look at me, but Darcy will have none of it. He shifts around where he stands, but as it is, I can still just barely see Chas’s beguiling face from his new position.
He smiles at me, a terrifying look in his black eyes. I want to scream, to run away; but I force myself to stay where I am and face him with dignity. I will not run now.
My hands twitch nervously as he takes in my modest night gown- I should have known to change when I chased after Darcy, but I was too hurried. My breath catches in my throat as he takes a step forward, prompting Darcy to take one as well.
My eyes are flickering back and forth between them, and I feel as though I’m drowning. There’s something going on- something more than I can even begin to imagine. With all of my memories, not a single one can place his face; his name.
But his eyes strike fear into my very core, and I know, with all of my being, that we have met before. “Come on, Darcy.” His eyes flicker furiously at me, “We used to be friends- you remember that. And friends share, don’t they?”
Uncontrollable panic pumps through my body at his words, and I glance back at Darcy, longing for a reassuring hand. He makes no move and I step backwards, tripping over my own feet in my haste.
“You were not my friend.” Darcy’s voice is barely loud enough to reach my ears, but even I can hear the dangerous undertones. His hand hangs above the dagger I know is hidden at his waist, and I know him well enough to know he is scrutinizing Chas’s every move.
Chas turns his gaze to Darcy before flickering back to me, his expression smoldering. His legs tense, and I know what is about to happen before it does. “Darcy!” My scream comes too late though, as Chas launches across the distance between us.
I barely have time to move before he’s in front of me, his hands grabbing onto my wrists in a violently tight hold that makes me cry out in pain. He shoves me against his chest, and pulls out the dagger hidden at his waist. He holds it to my neck, taunting me with its proximity. “You know,” he purrs quietly into my ear, “You really are the beautiful little prize.”
I fight against him, my brain warped by terror. The knife pushes harder against my neck, threatening to break the skin. “Ah, ah, ah, struggle and Darcy won’t have much else left to live for.” I can hear the threat in his words, and as much as I hate to give in, my thrashing stops immediately and I can’t help but gaze up at the man I love. If I am going to die, I would rather die looking at him than the face of my killer.
Conflict is written deep in Darcy’s eyes as he watches my despair. He lurches forward, but Chas has pulled me farther away, and he is not fast enough to stop the knife from biting into my skin. “Move any closer and she dies.”
Darcy stops instantly, and I can see the pain in his eyes. There’s a gaping cut in his neck, in the exact same place the blood streams down from my own. But he is not bleeding; the wound shows his flesh, nearly as deep as his bones, yet still no blood escapes.
I can feel my own eyes widen in horror as he stares dismally back at me. “So you’ve already bonded?” My cheeks flush at the implications in Chas’s words and I try to shake my head.
“N-” The word dies in my throat though, as I remember before this life. My breath falls short, and my eyes search Darcy’s, betrayal written on my face. My body sags back against Chas, and I feel the brief sensation of the knife gouging deeper into my neck as I fall into a fit of unconsciousness.
-H
You see, last night when I was finishing my History review (or trying to, as the case was) I got an idea. So, of course, I had to write it down.
And then tonight, I was studying when I decided to take a break for five minutes, and started to write... It totally took a mind of its own, and was so not planned, but it fits perfectly with my idea, and I'm kind of excited.
Also, it's not about vampires, werewolves, soul suckers, aliens, goblins, elves, angels, demons, nephilim, none of that type of stuff. Actually, it's probably about something that you haven't heard of before- or at least I hadn't.... Hahah. :)
So, I was thinking that I was to get your opinions on it, and advice and everything, or even if you want to tell me to go back to studying because it's crap...
And I'm also not sure if it's going to be a prologue, or the start of chapter one...
But anyways this is what I just wrote:
*
I stare straight into his deep, dark eyes, wanting nothing more than to run my fingers through his hair and pull his face closer to mine. He smiles, and I feel my veins light on fire. All I want is for us to come together in a passionate kiss before declaring our wild love for each other, and running off into the sunset together.
But if I know anything, then I know it’s impossible. I can’t keep running from them, I can’t let him hide me from them again; I can’t let him get hurt this time. Darcy leans his head toward mine, and my heart splutters in my chest.
It takes all I have to keep from throwing myself at him right then and there; to escape into our little world for just a few moments longer, but I can’t. Instead, my hands find his face, holding him in place as my fingers study every inch of it.
Of every moment we have ever spent together in any of my lives, this one is certainly my favourite. He doesn’t move, allowing me to explore the face I am sure to never forget, just as I never have before. My fingers linger on his lips, itching to pull him close and slam them down on my own. They drop down to the collar of his tunic and find the thick scar that extends from the top of his collarbone to just above his hip.
Darcy grabs my hand in his own, and frowns down at me. “Do you remember how I got this scar?” His words are quiet, but heavy with emotion.
“Yes,” I tell him, “I remember everything.”
And it’s true. Flashes of moments of passion, despair, and violent battles run through my mind constantly. The scar is my fault, I know. It is something I can never forgive myself. I want to hold him closer than I ever have, but I can’t bring myself to move; not yet.
My skirts rustle as he pulls me into his arms, and Darcy throws back his head and laughs at my shocked expression. I can’t stop my own grin from forming across my lips at the sound of his laughter. My hands wrap around his neck, as he leans down to look at me.
It seems neither of us can hold off, as our lips find each other and my heart thrums along to the beat of his. Darcy sets me down on the ground without breaking the kiss and grabs my hips; pulling me closer to him. My fingers curl in his thick, soft hair in a vain attempt to pull him even closer.
“Ahem.” The amused voice doesn’t register in my mind as I wrap my arms tighter around his neck, but Darcy pulls back, uncharacteristically startled by the stranger’s presence.
I unravel my arms and turn to get a look at the man who interrupted us. He has coal black eyes and vibrant blonde hair, but despite the tone of his voice, his expression is far from amused. His stance is confidant, and his smirk makes him appear as though he has had some unsung victory.
Darcy steps forward, placing himself between me and the stranger. He drops into a defensive stance, and all I can see is the tightening of the muscles in his back as he snarls at the man in front of him. “What are you doing here, Chas?” His voice is harsher than I have ever heard it, and I can feel myself flinch back at the sound.
Chas chuckles darkly, and the sound makes my skin crawl. “I just wanted to come see your pretty little prize. Is that so wrong?” It’s almost as though I can feel his eyes on me, despite Darcy’s thick form blocking the way. The thought makes bile rise in my throat.
Darcy ignores his question, “You’ve seen her. Why are you still here?”
“She’s quite the fiery little prize, isn’t she?” I can hear his footsteps as he tries to step around Darcy to get a better look at me, but Darcy will have none of it. He shifts around where he stands, but as it is, I can still just barely see Chas’s beguiling face from his new position.
He smiles at me, a terrifying look in his black eyes. I want to scream, to run away; but I force myself to stay where I am and face him with dignity. I will not run now.
My hands twitch nervously as he takes in my modest night gown- I should have known to change when I chased after Darcy, but I was too hurried. My breath catches in my throat as he takes a step forward, prompting Darcy to take one as well.
My eyes are flickering back and forth between them, and I feel as though I’m drowning. There’s something going on- something more than I can even begin to imagine. With all of my memories, not a single one can place his face; his name.
But his eyes strike fear into my very core, and I know, with all of my being, that we have met before. “Come on, Darcy.” His eyes flicker furiously at me, “We used to be friends- you remember that. And friends share, don’t they?”
Uncontrollable panic pumps through my body at his words, and I glance back at Darcy, longing for a reassuring hand. He makes no move and I step backwards, tripping over my own feet in my haste.
“You were not my friend.” Darcy’s voice is barely loud enough to reach my ears, but even I can hear the dangerous undertones. His hand hangs above the dagger I know is hidden at his waist, and I know him well enough to know he is scrutinizing Chas’s every move.
Chas turns his gaze to Darcy before flickering back to me, his expression smoldering. His legs tense, and I know what is about to happen before it does. “Darcy!” My scream comes too late though, as Chas launches across the distance between us.
I barely have time to move before he’s in front of me, his hands grabbing onto my wrists in a violently tight hold that makes me cry out in pain. He shoves me against his chest, and pulls out the dagger hidden at his waist. He holds it to my neck, taunting me with its proximity. “You know,” he purrs quietly into my ear, “You really are the beautiful little prize.”
I fight against him, my brain warped by terror. The knife pushes harder against my neck, threatening to break the skin. “Ah, ah, ah, struggle and Darcy won’t have much else left to live for.” I can hear the threat in his words, and as much as I hate to give in, my thrashing stops immediately and I can’t help but gaze up at the man I love. If I am going to die, I would rather die looking at him than the face of my killer.
Conflict is written deep in Darcy’s eyes as he watches my despair. He lurches forward, but Chas has pulled me farther away, and he is not fast enough to stop the knife from biting into my skin. “Move any closer and she dies.”
Darcy stops instantly, and I can see the pain in his eyes. There’s a gaping cut in his neck, in the exact same place the blood streams down from my own. But he is not bleeding; the wound shows his flesh, nearly as deep as his bones, yet still no blood escapes.
I can feel my own eyes widen in horror as he stares dismally back at me. “So you’ve already bonded?” My cheeks flush at the implications in Chas’s words and I try to shake my head.
“N-” The word dies in my throat though, as I remember before this life. My breath falls short, and my eyes search Darcy’s, betrayal written on my face. My body sags back against Chas, and I feel the brief sensation of the knife gouging deeper into my neck as I fall into a fit of unconsciousness.
Tell me what you think/advice? :)
-H
Friday, June 17, 2011
Sarah: Nicole!
Oh. My. God.
You do realize you have amazing talent, right? It felt like I was reading straight from a novel! And I enjoyed reading it too. It sounds like something I'd pick out at the bookstore. :D
(Blogger wouldn't let me comment, so I had to post this).
You do realize you have amazing talent, right? It felt like I was reading straight from a novel! And I enjoyed reading it too. It sounds like something I'd pick out at the bookstore. :D
(Blogger wouldn't let me comment, so I had to post this).
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Nicole: A prologue, yay!
I've written a prologue for my new story that doesn't have a synopsis or even a name, yay! Anyway, I'd love some advice from you guys if you have some free time(:
*
Her feet thumped against the floor of the forest, and her legs moved as fast as she could will. Her chest heaved, inhaling the cold and stale night air. Mud splattered across her new jeans, and normally she would have a fit over something that vain. The fear had almost immobilised her though and the only thing she could do now was run. Thin branches slashed her across her face as she sprinted further into the deep woods.
Her heart pounded relentlessly in her chest and she turned to look behind her. Her ankle collided with a log, and she fell face first. Her forehead seared with pain, making her forget about the pulsing on her ankle.
For a second all she could see was black. As she blinked back her vision, she noticed that the canopy of tall trees didn’t offer much of the moons light anyway. She rolled onto her back with a small groan.
She lay there for a moment. The only thing that could be heard in the deep forest was the sound of her chest rising and falling.
An echoing sound of whispers instantly made her shoot up to her feet, reminding her of the dread that was surely to come if she didn’t hurry quickly. Shivers ran along her skin as the whispers seemed to grow louder. They were getting closer.
She spun on her heel quickly, preparing to sprint away. Something fisted into her blonde hair, scratching at her scalp. A scream pierced the cold night air as she was pulled back down to the floor of the forest.
“Going somewhere?” She looked up to find him and her breath caught in her throat. The shadows hid his face much like before. She did notice his teeth glisten in the low light as he leered down at her. It chilled her to the bone.
“P-please, don’t hurt me.” Her plea was weak.
He bent down to her level and stroked her face with a skeletal finger. She whimpered. “Now, where’s the fun in that sweetheart?” His voice was smug and eerily calm, thick with a British accent.
She shrieked then. She attempted to get up, but he circled her neck with a cold hand. She let out a gasp of terror. It seemed to have completely frozen her in place.
“Come on love, there’s no need to struggle. There’s only one thing that I need from you.”
Her eyes widened as he lowered his face. She tried to scream, to struggle, to do anything, but she couldn’t move an inch. He pressed his lips against hers, spreading them open. A gagging sound managed to escape her; it felt as though something was coming up her throat. Just before his eyes closed, she noticed that gold was circling within his blue iris.
He continued to brush his lips to hers slightly, and she noticed how weak she felt all of a sudden. Her heartbeat slowed within her chest, the adrenalin leaving her. Was it the hold that he had on her throat, was he choking her? A tear fell down her cheek.
She realised then that it felt as though a part of her was leaving her.
Her eyes began to flutter closed. As her heart beat one final time within her chest, she asked God for forgiveness. To forgive for everything that she had done.
He kissed her one final time.
He stood, staring down at the lifeless and drained beauty bellow him. “Such a shame.” He shrugged it off and straightened his suit.
He flexed his youthful and masculine hands, and felt buzzing with life. He went further into the forest, leaving the dead girl on the muddy bed of the woods.
*
What did you guys think, is the pace too fast? Also, the evil British dude is also taking her soul through tha kiss of death! I didn't want it to be obvious, but still, how was the description for that?
*
Her feet thumped against the floor of the forest, and her legs moved as fast as she could will. Her chest heaved, inhaling the cold and stale night air. Mud splattered across her new jeans, and normally she would have a fit over something that vain. The fear had almost immobilised her though and the only thing she could do now was run. Thin branches slashed her across her face as she sprinted further into the deep woods.
Her heart pounded relentlessly in her chest and she turned to look behind her. Her ankle collided with a log, and she fell face first. Her forehead seared with pain, making her forget about the pulsing on her ankle.
For a second all she could see was black. As she blinked back her vision, she noticed that the canopy of tall trees didn’t offer much of the moons light anyway. She rolled onto her back with a small groan.
She lay there for a moment. The only thing that could be heard in the deep forest was the sound of her chest rising and falling.
An echoing sound of whispers instantly made her shoot up to her feet, reminding her of the dread that was surely to come if she didn’t hurry quickly. Shivers ran along her skin as the whispers seemed to grow louder. They were getting closer.
She spun on her heel quickly, preparing to sprint away. Something fisted into her blonde hair, scratching at her scalp. A scream pierced the cold night air as she was pulled back down to the floor of the forest.
“Going somewhere?” She looked up to find him and her breath caught in her throat. The shadows hid his face much like before. She did notice his teeth glisten in the low light as he leered down at her. It chilled her to the bone.
“P-please, don’t hurt me.” Her plea was weak.
He bent down to her level and stroked her face with a skeletal finger. She whimpered. “Now, where’s the fun in that sweetheart?” His voice was smug and eerily calm, thick with a British accent.
She shrieked then. She attempted to get up, but he circled her neck with a cold hand. She let out a gasp of terror. It seemed to have completely frozen her in place.
“Come on love, there’s no need to struggle. There’s only one thing that I need from you.”
Her eyes widened as he lowered his face. She tried to scream, to struggle, to do anything, but she couldn’t move an inch. He pressed his lips against hers, spreading them open. A gagging sound managed to escape her; it felt as though something was coming up her throat. Just before his eyes closed, she noticed that gold was circling within his blue iris.
He continued to brush his lips to hers slightly, and she noticed how weak she felt all of a sudden. Her heartbeat slowed within her chest, the adrenalin leaving her. Was it the hold that he had on her throat, was he choking her? A tear fell down her cheek.
She realised then that it felt as though a part of her was leaving her.
Her eyes began to flutter closed. As her heart beat one final time within her chest, she asked God for forgiveness. To forgive for everything that she had done.
He kissed her one final time.
He stood, staring down at the lifeless and drained beauty bellow him. “Such a shame.” He shrugged it off and straightened his suit.
He flexed his youthful and masculine hands, and felt buzzing with life. He went further into the forest, leaving the dead girl on the muddy bed of the woods.
*
What did you guys think, is the pace too fast? Also, the evil British dude is also taking her soul through tha kiss of death! I didn't want it to be obvious, but still, how was the description for that?
Ned: Unwanted & Inkpop
Heyhey.
I've started saying one word sentences in twos. No idea why.
So anyway. Back to what I really wanna talk about.
UNWANTED.
The only story I have ever spent SO much time on. In fact. I've been working on it for three years, and it would have been done, if I hadn't lost it all.
But enough of the moping. My new point is that I HAVE STARTED WRITING AGAIN. I usually write the MOST in the summer, and then write not very much during school year. So... its summer, and already I'm writing again. :D
I know, your all so excited.
So basically, what I'm doing right now is editing the sixteen completed chapters I have and going over them so that I can post them on Inkpop.
Which leads me to my next topic, Inkpop.
I have tried for about all afternoon to find a fault in this site, (like I found in WOP) but I can't. So I have an account. XD
You should ALL add me.
http://www.inkpop.com/users/emiliewings
Kaykay! Bye now!
Heather: And Studying.
Hey ladies.
So, I just wanted to say a few things about the videos, to start off:
I love every one's videos so far, and I get way too over excited whenever someone posts a new one, and I can't wait until the next topic... Even if I had so much trouble with this one. Haha:)
Ned- Yours was completely amazing, and made me give up all hope of ever making a good video.
Sarah- Yours was hilarious. Obviously your video was, like you, incurably awesome.
Nat- I loved yours too. :) Especially your awkward ending, and your dictionary. I say as saa-whack-em, the last bit being, whack them. Kas gave me that one when we talked on the phone before... Haha. Violent, eh? ;)
Nicole- I love your accent, and your bags are all really, really cute, and your video was great. Also, I bet you're absolutely an amazing photographer, and I hope you go far with it. :)
Okay, and then I also wanted to say that Sarah, your new idea seems supremely amazing, and kind of reminds me of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, which was, like, the sustenance of my entire childhood.
And Nicole, I really, really, really want to read your synopsis, because you always seem to have the best ideas that I find myself totally jealous of.
-
So, in other news, I'm probably the last person to get out of school on this blog... My final exam in Friday- no, not tomorrow. Next week. :(
Ick.
Anyways, I'm off to go study now, later! :)
-H
So, I just wanted to say a few things about the videos, to start off:
I love every one's videos so far, and I get way too over excited whenever someone posts a new one, and I can't wait until the next topic... Even if I had so much trouble with this one. Haha:)
Ned- Yours was completely amazing, and made me give up all hope of ever making a good video.
Sarah- Yours was hilarious. Obviously your video was, like you, incurably awesome.
Nat- I loved yours too. :) Especially your awkward ending, and your dictionary. I say as saa-whack-em, the last bit being, whack them. Kas gave me that one when we talked on the phone before... Haha. Violent, eh? ;)
Nicole- I love your accent, and your bags are all really, really cute, and your video was great. Also, I bet you're absolutely an amazing photographer, and I hope you go far with it. :)
Okay, and then I also wanted to say that Sarah, your new idea seems supremely amazing, and kind of reminds me of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, which was, like, the sustenance of my entire childhood.
And Nicole, I really, really, really want to read your synopsis, because you always seem to have the best ideas that I find myself totally jealous of.
-
So, in other news, I'm probably the last person to get out of school on this blog... My final exam in Friday- no, not tomorrow. Next week. :(
Ick.
Anyways, I'm off to go study now, later! :)
-H
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