The Advanced Writer's Club

[Artesian]

That sounds like so much fun!

I'd be happy to donate pets as prizes. :3

[indebted]

Awesome :3

I guess I'll go off to make the writing contest. This will be so fun >u<

[indebted]

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writing contest

[elfaron.]

username: lily evans.
nickname: lils, lily, evans
writing preferences: i dabble in poetry, and i write fanfictions, along with doing quite a lot of roleplaying.
examples: x x if you need any more examples, just ask ^^
links: unfinished mormor fic; marauders era rp
other: i'm in the semi-lit club

[abandoned.]

Accepted ^^

[Solar Flare]

Username: Celestial Thunder
Nickname: Celestial
Writing Preferences (Poet, Novelist, roleplayer...): I quite enjoy writing fiction- fantasy, science fiction, etc.- and aspire to write a novel some day.
Links to stories / roleplays: http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=80&t=2060906 "The Shifter", which is unfortunately slowly dying. All of my current stories are in composition notebooks, and they're a bit old and so are now lacking quality.
Other: I find this club both interesting and perfect, and it'd be quite nice to find people here with similar writing interests.
Example (Can be anything; must be a good length):
Forrest burst through the trees, branches smacking him as he went. His visit to the spirits had not gone well, and now he was fleeing for his life, scampering through bush and nettle alike.
"You must choose, Forrest," A voice called to him. But he wasn't going to choose. Not today at least. No; he still needed more time. Oh, if only he had more time! Then he would be alive, and so would his sister- but that's not how life works. The beast behind him was catching up, but it no longer mattered- Forrest gave up, and collapsed beneath the being's shadow. His stomach churned from the foul stench of the monster, but he already lost control of his limbs, putting his chance of escape back down to zero. His entire body was numb, but he still made an attempt to talk to the creature, knowing perfectly well that it would as soon protect him as it would listen to him.
"So..." Forrest began.
"I will have none of this imprudence, foolish boy! Say another word, and your whole head comes off." The thing bellowed at him. Forrest shook with rage and fear, as he knew he'd be eaten regardless of what he said, but right then, his old self bubbled up; the old self he had been before his sister was claimed.
"Right then," Forrest stated with a smirk. He had indeed been foolish, and he realized this now. His sister was a near carbon copy of him, and was fully capable of finding him; he just needed to stall the beast.
"Well, I never heard your name, so if you could just tell me, then I can share stories of your ferocity while in The Afterlife. It doesn't suite to just tell everyone of 'the lumbering thing that slaughtered me', now does it?" Now this completely stumped the beast, as he was quite arrogant, but not the sharpest nail in the box. But the last comment had deeply hit him like a blow to the gut from a mountain, and he roared indignantly.
"You pathetic twig! I am Lorigan the Great! And I am not to kill you just yet; first I must deliver you to Eriv." Lorigan declared, saying Eriv like one would say slug, or tapeworm. At this point, Forrest had observed a number of things. First of all, Lorigan did not want to be led; he wanted to be the commander- and this was a good weakness, as well of his ego. That was the second thing; Lorigan's ego hit the moon it was so big.
A scream reverberated through the clearing they were in, piercing both monster and human ears alike. Forrest only grinned, while Lorigan glared daggers at him. From above, a shadow that had looked remotely like a bird was swooping towards them, and on its back was a human rider, wielding a crossbow, her left arm gripped to the orange collar that she had forced the Roc bird to wear as a hatchling. Unfortunately for the bird, they could never find a way to take the collar off. Lorigan shot back into the overgrown woods, as the tribe of Roc birds nearby had a tendency to peck out the eyes of his kind.
"We'd better go. Lorigan will be returning shortly to finish you, and he will most definitely not be happy." The rider chided.
"Yeah. I know." Forrest said with disappointment. The rider wasn't his sister, as they were riding his sister's bird, but rather one of his many cousins. Still, he hopped onto the secondary saddle in shame, as the bird shot up into the air again, soaring over the head of Lorigan, who had poked his head above the trees just in time to see their departure.

[a_bowtie]

Looks like I've changed my username!
Old username:
♏ist8ken
New username:
loki.
Club Number:
48

[Zalia]

Last ♠ Tear

Everyone just calls me Tear, but you can call me whatever you would like :3 as long as it isn't something mean, haha. I don't think I would like that to much.

I mainly write poetry, and I am a fan of the Greek language. But I will write short stories from time to time and I have been in a few role-plays...so you can just say that I do a little bit of it all! But poetry is my favorite. I think it expresses true emotion unlike any other form of writing.

(This is a poem I did a while ago, I am not sure if it is long enough? If not, I have a short story that I can put instead, it is pretty long.)
One~

She sits lonely in a room, back to the wall.
Trying, trying to forget them all.
Her hands are shaking, and tired.
Everything has gone wrong. But the music box still sings to her.
A broken and tattered music box this is....
A very sad and pitiful music box this is......
But why does it still sing?
A sad lulliby,
this one will give no diamond ring.

Two~

There she is, dancing in the wind!
Dress blowing, hair flowing.
She watches the ocean, the waves crashing as if the
mermaids have all come out to play.
Ah, but there are no games to play today...

Three~
Crash, goes the mirror.
Down goes the girl, her Facial expression unable to be hidden.
Face red, hair tattered.
Tears going down her face like the rain on an Autumn day.
Cold thoughts going through her mind, The day...She wanted to rewind.

Here is another little something I did:
I learned the hard way that the caged bird can never be truly set free. Perhaps in body, but not in mind. You can open it's cage and let it fly as far at it desires, but the thoughts of being caged for so long will linger within it's mind like leeches craving it's memories. And soon it's mind will be so corrupt, that it will be imbibed into a world of it's own. I was this caged bird, but my cage was coated with white, it's bed a harness to keep the anger inside of me inside. I didn't speak to anyone there, but they all watched, they all waited. I knew what they were waiting for...for me to mess up, to break. To come undone. But my head was far away, in a place where no one could touch me, a place...where I was "free".

This is a role-play that I am in: Heavy rain
I also have this poetry thread: (Note: this was when I just started writing) Poetry thread
I am not in much other than that. I don't really have the time to be in more than one role-play. Especially with what little time I get on the computer.

(This is my "Other" section :3)
I just though I would add some things about me, encase anyone is interested!

1) My favorite color is gray, I just think it looks nice with text format and what not.
2) I love the dark and moonlight! I make some of my short stories about a character that loves the moon (Her name not said).
3) I do not have a favorite animal, well...I love cats, but other than that not really.
4) I own a pet rat. Yes, a rat! His name is "Little Guy" I just call him Rotten Rat, since that is what he is ; )
5) My genre of book would have to be horror or apocalyptic scenarios.
6) I hate summer, and love winter (hmm, not hate..more like "Don't like").
7) I write some of my poetry in Greek.
8) I won't read a book if it doesn't have some kind of romance.
9) I am not a fan of the "Hunger Games" trilogy, but it is a well written book.
10) I love the Xbox, I wouldn't be alive if I didn't have mine.

Well, that is about it, but if you would like to know anything else don't be afraid to ask! I am looking forward to sharing with you guys :3

oh, and happy holidays!

[a_bowtie]

a question or two for you all;

Do you ever come up with a story in your mind, each relationship and history planned out in your brain, but when you go to write, you don't know where to start?

How much of yourself do you put into the main character[s]? How much into the side character[s]?

and

How many of you could see one of your best original stories becoming a movie?

[belle noire]

Looks like I've changed my username!
Old username: koi fish.
New username: chateau
Club Number: 12