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Post by marsbareater12 on Jan 18, 2011 1:22:37 GMT -5
My introduction from WriYe for those who aren't there/don't know me
Hey guys You might have seen me around on some other threads, I've been hovering around here for a few days now.
I did my first NaNo this year (2010) and became completely addicted to writing. As of now, the WC from it stands at (86k) I first starting writing when I heard about this thing called "fanficiton" in 2009. I was (and still am) completely addicted to Twilight. So, I got on there, read some stories, and thought "Hey, you know what, I bet I can do better than these guys!"
Hence my writing passion was born. I ending up doing something like 3k in three days (insane for me as I was still a newbie then) and posted online. My fanfiction got quite a lot of followers, and I soon found myself thinking about writing day and night. Furiously updating, I found myself living for the thrill of it.
As of now, that fanfiction stands unfinished and quite possibly abandoned (tear) However, it was nominated in the Bring Me To Life awards and another of mine got an Honourable Mention in the TwiTastic awards.
That's when I started to think "Hey, maybe I can actually write." I heard about NaNo in March of '10, and resloved to do it.
Fun times. I won with about 51k, all handwritten. Now I'm in the process of typing it up.
I'm a horrible, horrible procrastinator. Thats what I'm doing at the moment. I went to write my novel and ended up spending two hours on my shiny new iPod. Not good.
So, my list and goals for this year:
WIP
The Experiment (NaNo novel of '10. Stands at 71k) Untitled (Stands at 1.3k) Bleakest Dawn (W/C?)
Goals
Finish the Experiment Get it typed up in time to use the CreateSpace offer Get my magazine (Words Not War) out every month Start another novel Write 500k in 2011
Non-writing related goals Become a straight A student Get into VCE accleration
More info about me
I live in Australia. I plan to write as well as any adult. As far as I know, I'm the only person that I know in RL doing WriYe. My goal (as mentioned above) is 500k
I don't think theres anything else I need to mention. If so, I'll edit this post
Call me Mars --- I will be postinfg excerpts, short stories here, and anything else!
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Post by marsbareater12 on Jan 18, 2011 1:23:13 GMT -5
The Evil Fridge
I never liked that fridge. I always knew it was evil. Ever since my mum brought it, I’d just had a bad feeling about it. It was too white, for one thing. Like a bluey white. Or a holy white. Far too white. It set me on edge. And the ice dispenser-I shuddered. I had woken up from nightmares where that things had tried to kill me. It had prongs. What kind of self-respecting ice dispenser had prongs? And then the food had started to disappear. “Rachel,” my mum would call. “Where’s the cheese?” “I don’t know!” I’d yell from the computer, where I was checking Facebook. “I didn’t even know we had cheese! Can you make me a cheese sandwich?” “No, because there’s no cheese!” she’d scream. I’d roll my eyes. “Jeez,” I’d mutter. “You could be a little nicer about it. Besides, you just told me we had.” I thanked God she didn’t hear my mutters. Otherwise, I knew I’d be grounded for life-or until I turned eighteen, at least. But it was that one fateful night that everything went wrong. I was hungry. It was dark. It was one-freakin-am in the morning. And no one was online on Facebook. So, I went to make myself a cheese sandwich. (I like cheese, alright!) I opened the door, shuddering as I touched the cold plastic, and reached in. All of a sudden, I felt my jeans being jerked up! Those prongs had got a hold of me! I twisted around, trying to snap them off, but they were strong! I attempted to scream, but an apple had been shoved in my mouth by the others. No matter how hard I fought and struggled, it wouldn’t let go. I was slammed into the fridge and the door shut. “Great,” I muttered. “Damm evil fridge. Now I’m going to die.” I paused. “Oh well. At least I have the cheese.”
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Post by Niccy on Jan 18, 2011 1:25:58 GMT -5
Oh, well that makes it all better. At least you have cheese.
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Post by marsbareater12 on Jan 18, 2011 1:33:36 GMT -5
Exactly!
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Post by marsbareater12 on Jan 18, 2011 1:42:31 GMT -5
Anther short story, written for the same friend, so told in the viewpoint of the same person
The Evil Teddy-18.Jan.2011
I loved my teddy! It was a pretty pink teddy, with purple polka dots, and it was big! I could hardly fit my arms around the thing! I went to sleep with it all nights, my arms stretched as far as they could reach. I knew it for fifteen years, fifteen long years of it being my favourite teddy bear! That was why I was so surprised when it began to speak. It was this one night when I couldn’t sleep. “I hate life. It’s so unfair,” I muttered. “Tell me about it.” “Gladly! You see, my friend Kate, she was meant to meet me at the movies today! And she ditched me for her boyfriend! Who does that? It’s just not fair-Wait, who said that?” Slow much, Rachel. “I did!” I rolled over and screamed. My teddy bear, my special teddy bear, was talking to me. Its hand covered my mouth before I could scream for much long and then...and then it rolled over onto me! I struggled under its weight, before deciding it was useless. “You can talk?” “Quite obviously,” he answered. “Now, Miss Rachel, I want you to do something for me?” I was still in shock from finding out he was evil. “Wh-What?” “I want you to buy a gun.” The way he said it, so calm and collected, made chills run up and down in my back. “No!” I exclaimed! I wasn’t going to buy a gun, they killed people. “Tsk,” he murmured. “Then I’ll have to kill you then.” “Wh-Why?” I stuttered. “I haven’t done anything wrong. I don’t deserve to be killed!” He paused. “You won’t help me,” he finally said. “I can’t have anyone else knowing about my plans, can I?” “What plans?” I asked, stunned. I didn’t even know he had plans, let alone what they were. “My plans to kill your parents and take over the world,” he answered simply. “And now that you know them, you must die.” I didn’t even have time to protest now. His stomach opened up, and I saw an overwhelming amount of stuffing in there. It was like snow! “Ooh, pretty,” I cooed, reaching out to touch it. His hands wound around the back of my head and shoved me in there, the middle sealing up. I pouted. Was I to be stuck here forever then? A piece of stuffing landed on my head. “Ooh, pretty!”
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Post by Niccy on Jan 18, 2011 1:46:20 GMT -5
Wow. *inches away from the teddy that she inherited from her dad*
Mine even has a speaker inside... that plays music...
Very tense! I love the shift.
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Post by marsbareater12 on Jan 18, 2011 1:58:20 GMT -5
Thanks I didn't partically like it much though-now writing The Pining Bookshelf (are you seeing a theme here?)
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Post by Niccy on Jan 18, 2011 2:13:11 GMT -5
Ooh. *waits patiently*
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Post by marsbareater12 on Jan 18, 2011 2:18:33 GMT -5
The Pining Bookshelf-18.Jan.2011 (Inspired by Niccy's suggestion The Evil Bookshelf)
I longed to be a book. To have him run his hands over me so expertly, to caress my shelves like he caresses their covers -Oh! Here he comes now! Look good! I looked at Mirror’s surface, and ran some of my carvings over the fashionable dust on top of my head. I straightened up, put my chin up, and arranged the patterns on me in the best way possible. Of course, he didn’t pay any attention to that, skimming along the book covers with his hand. A shiver of pleasure went up my spine when his wrist accidentally brushed against my perfect shelves, and I melded them against the perfect bone, hoping to cup him there a little longer. He didn’t linger on the wood, much to my disappointment, selecting a book quietly. Please, stay in here, I thought desperately. I wanted to be able to look at him, to run my eyes up and down his ravishing body. “Oh please,” Pride and Prejudice interrupted. “I’ve had quite enough of this. “You-shut up,” I growled. “You actually get the pleasure of him touching you once in a while-“ “Oh, please,” it scoffed. “You think he actually likes me? He once told his father I was one of the worst books he’d ever read! And besides, he ripped my pages when he was reading me. Ugh! I shall never be the same again-“ “-Yanno, that’s pretty good. I love all the rough play.” This, of course, came from the Karmas Sutra. I rolled my eyes. “Oh, of course you would! Besides, it may not be him who ripped your pages. We must examine this case very soon! Now, indeed.” “Oh, shut it Sherlock. I saw it happen.” Great, I thought. Now even Robin Hood had decided to join in the conversation. “Arroo.” “Werewolves never know anything! Can it!” “I was the one it happened to!” Pride and Prejudice was indignant now, and I moaned. I hated it when books got into fights. “Yes, but your memory might have been tampered with. Watson, take a look at this-“ “-Nonsense! Me and my Merry Men shall look-“ “Arroo!” “SHUT IT!” “There’s no need to look. I know what happened. Look, I even have the evidence.” “It could be tampered with. We need to take a closer look.” “There’s no way you’re getting into my pages.” “Yohoho and a battle of rum.” “Isn’t it bottle, Treasure Island? Merry Men, come and discuss this matter of urgency with me.” “I was sure it was battle! It makes more sense!” “Watson, come and investigate this matter with me now.” “I’d like to get in-between your pages.” “Ugh, Karma Sutra, get away!” “SHUT UP!” I finally screamed at them. They actually listened to me for once, and all fell silent. “You’re interrupting my observations of him.” “Oh, you can shut it as well,” Pride and Prejudice said again. “We’ve much more important matters to discuss.” “Yes, like whether it is battle or bottle of rum. Come along, Watson.” I sighed as they all started arguing again. Couldn’t I get one moment of peace? It made it impossible to watch him-their voices were so deafening. To my dismay, he got up and left the room, sliding the book through his fingers repeatedly. I sighed again, and started to cry, big tears that dropped to the floor with a loud crash. Was this all I was meant to be? Would I ever get my true love? I was more than a bookshelf. I was his lover! And he would love me... ...I’d make sure of it!
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Post by Niccy on Jan 18, 2011 2:27:59 GMT -5
Aww! I like how this one is serious, and then there's a humourous section, and then it's serious again.
*pats bookshelf* It'll be okay. We feel your pain. ♥
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Post by marsbareater12 on Jan 18, 2011 2:30:30 GMT -5
Haha I love the fight with the books. I'm thinking of expanding it into the ways of how he tries to get him, but then I have to give him a name!
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Post by Niccy on Jan 18, 2011 2:48:08 GMT -5
Uh... I always recommend these guys for name ideas, if you aren't against generators.
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Post by marsbareater12 on Jan 18, 2011 8:08:13 GMT -5
I have an app on my iPod-50,000 baby names. Always works for me!
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Post by Louisa on Jan 18, 2011 15:42:07 GMT -5
Offical welcome to Crazy Club, mars! And love the short stories! Funny! In an ironic way
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Post by marsbareater12 on Jan 18, 2011 18:45:33 GMT -5
*headdesk* I will never get irony!! Why am I cursed like this. Up to 47.5k
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Post by Louisa on Jan 18, 2011 18:55:17 GMT -5
What? And yeah!
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Post by marsbareater12 on Jan 18, 2011 19:04:38 GMT -5
Irony.The meaning is always lost on me
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Post by Louisa on Jan 18, 2011 19:12:49 GMT -5
what meaning?
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Post by marsbareater12 on Jan 18, 2011 19:45:03 GMT -5
Of irony News-I won FMM and the Week Three challenge! Better news- I GOT TO 50,000 WORDS! DIE NANO DIE! [/size]
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Post by Louisa on Jan 18, 2011 20:02:50 GMT -5
Nano? Nano is in november. It is january now
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