Our Aspiring Writers League (O.A.W.L)

[nutella ♥]

@Pumpkinz:
Thank you! I will keep this in mind and add to my story. Glad you like it.

[.boo.]

Username:
.rue.

What will we call you:
Erg, this is hard to answer. Rue works, but I will more likely remember to respond to either Time or Russett, from two previous usernames that have stuck with me. I suppose I also respond to Shakira, but that's a reeeeally long story, so I'd say just stick with Time (:

What are your goals as an author?
As an author? Well, one thing I can tell you that, surprisingly, it's not to publish a book. I'd love to write a book, but publishing it isn't necessary. I wnat people to appretiate my work, and that's really it. I really just want to make people happy with my writing, or to feel some sort of strong emotion. Be it pity, joy or terror, I just want to be able to portray that emotion significantly. That's all (:

Can you give us a sample of your writing?
Carter could feel icy claws closing around her heart, her chest tightening until she couldn't breathe anymore. What few, pitiful gasps she could muster came out ragged and choppy. There way no way...
There is no way that is my sister.
Caroline had always been perfect; rosy cheeks, curly, golden-blonde hair and sweet dimbles. Her petit frame had always looked beautiful, but laying in the coffin before her it looked scrawny and pale.
What did they do to her?
As soon as the thought crossed her mind Carter imidiatly wished it hadn't. Images suddenly flashed through her head; every single possibility as to what the abductors could have done to the small thirteen-year-old girl. Torture. Taunting. Rape. And now... murder was added to the list.
A shudder raked through Carters body. A sob threatened to rip out of her throat. It felt as though no more tears could come and yet arter could still feel one slipping down her cheek, searing the path it took as it made its way over the spray of freckles.
And all my fault...
If only she hadn't told Caroline about that stupid website!
Maybe then that creep wouldn't have gained her trust.
Carter felt an empty hole where her heart was supposed to be.
Maybe then she wouldn't have met him...
The hole grew and grew until it was a void of empty filling her whole body.
"Maybe then she'd still be alive."

Are you currently working on any books?
No, not really. I have inprirational short stories as well as the starting of a book from when I was younger, but I'm a whole lot better at writing shorter things, as well as poems and plays. So, no, no books that I plan on finishing. I'll get on it soon though, once I can actually find enough muse to write that much X3

Why do you want to join?
Oh, wow. This is probably where everyone will fall asleep while reading it. So, to be brief, because I love to write. I could really use some help with it, too, seeing as I'm... not the best? Hopefully you don't think I'm horrible, but what I am horrible at is coming up with long-term ideas. I can write for hours strait on teh off chance that I get an idea, but coming up with plot lines is what I find hard. I'm forever being complimented on my writing, but it's mostly for stories that I have been given the idea or been given a writing prompt. So having people that love writing as much as I do, I think it will help me quite a bit. Also, I could really use an editor X3

Do you have published books yet?
No, I havn't :3

Do you wish to find a "writing partner"?
Yes, please! Preferrably someone who can come up with plot ideas or aleready has one, because that is one thing I really need help on X3

What's your favorite genre to read? Write?
Ah... can I say all? Well, I guess it would have to be either science fiction or realistic fiction, because I enjoy having a large range of genres to practice with. I find realistic fiction quite a bit easier, but I'm also always up for a challenge!

Were you a member of the old thread?
Nope (:

[Pumpkinz-]

*EmotionLess*

It was suppose to be an example not something to include in the story. I guess a better example would have been, Cleaning the table, McKenna spilled the bucket of washing water. Washing water is the water used to wash things in. Does it make better sense?

[MBRShorse]

Do any of you know good songs to write to? .-.
I prefer instrumental stuff, but words are fine as well.

Depends on what you are looking for. If you don't mind song with deeper, gothic undertones, then definitely check out Apocolyptica. Farewell and Ruska are my favorites!

[Silverhart]

Do any of you know good songs to write to? .-.
I prefer instrumental stuff, but words are fine as well.

I usually write to classical music or movie soundtracks. But I also love listening to traditional Irish and Scottish folksongs, both instumental and vocal while I write. But not everyone likes Celtic music. I just find it very easy to write to. But it depends on what I'm writing. Sometimes I'll just want to listen to some modern music and put the radio on and write to that. If I'm writing about a particular era or time period I like to look up music from that era or place, (or inspired by that time and place), and listen to that to get the flavor of the place.

[Raneth]

Random discussion topic for writers-what do you find easier, the act of writing or coming up with ideas?

Coming up with ideas is easy for me-they're coming out of my ears. Actually sitting down and writing them all, though, is more difficult.

And another random discussion topic-do you have "themes" or things that continuously crop up in your writing?

I have a few-one is artificial limbs/cyborgs. I find them really cool, and the idea of physical enhancement is really neat. Two of my books that are out feature a cyborg character, and two others that are going to come out have a character with an artificial arm. I sometimes wonder if I'm weird.

The other theme is characters that are a great deal weaker than is expected- a fairy who can't fly, a mage who barely has any magic power, a person who comes from a long line of animal tamers who can't tame animals...characters like this crop up in my writing a lot.

[MBRShorse]

Random discussion topic for writers-what do you find easier, the act of writing or coming up with ideas?

Coming up with ideas is easy for me-they're coming out of my ears. Actually sitting down and writing them all, though, is more difficult.

And another random discussion topic-do you have "themes" or things that continuously crop up in your writing?

I have a few-one is artificial limbs/cyborgs. I find them really cool, and the idea of physical enhancement is really neat. Two of my books that are out feature a cyborg character, and two others that are going to come out have a character with an artificial arm. I sometimes wonder if I'm weird.

The other theme is characters that are a great deal weaker than is expected- a fairy who can't fly, a mage who barely has any magic power, a person who comes from a long line of animal tamers who can't tame animals...characters like this crop up in my writing a lot.

I come up with ideas every day! I write novel...once a year? Not even. Lol! Yes, ideas are easier than actual writing.

As for themes, my main characters tend to have my eye color (a dark blue) because I'm vain and think they are beautiful. As for everything else, I don't know. My characters tend to have some form of mental disorder, be it anorexia, manic depression or they are a sociopath, but I like to focus on inner turmoil and the complexity of the human mind, so it makes sense. Recently, homosexual themes have been showing up as well. In the end, though, I go to great pains to make sure my characters and stories are different. I'm kinda OCD about it.

[nutella ♥]

I'm thinking about posting this in its own CS thread, but first I'm looking for critique.
Edit: I changed some things, heres the newer version.

Chapter one
The Ball


My poofy yellow dress flowed out behind me as I was lifted of the ground in a glass elevator. I hated these things, elevators. They always made me sick, the way they jolt up once you enter it. The ride up to the stage was long, and it took several minutes for the elevator to come to a stop. I sighed with relief and stumbled out of the moving box, tripping over my dress. I cursed loudly.

“Watch your language, young lady.”

I looked to my right to see Cornelius Friar, the king’s advisor. Friar had bright, greasy orange hair that sticks up in the front and is almost completely bald in the back. He has sideburns that come down to below his chin and his big, intense eyes are a very dark shade of brown. He looks kind of silly at first sight, but no one ever says anything to his face. Even though he’s scrawny, he can take you out or have people do it for him.

“Cornelius,” I mumble, shuffling my feet. He and I don’t have a perfect relationship. Friar may only be the kings advisor, but he is probably twice as powerful. He gets me in trouble whenever the can. He leans in towards me, grinning his crooked tooth smile. “Devin, sweetheart, if you screw this up for me, I swear I will personally pulverize you. Understood?” I roll my eyes to the floor. “Yeah, I know, important people will be at this party, don’t embarrass you in front of them, blah blah blah. Whatever.” Cornelius glares at me furiously, nostrils flaring, and turns to check on preparations. One of the maids, Janet, I think her name is, leads me towards a red velvet curtain with gold thread. I guess I’m on the stage, and any moment now the curtain will open and the nobles of Kingswood will all be there to cheer for me.

“You’re on in five,” Janet announces to me with a wink. I nod and take a deep breath. Okay Devin, don’t screw up, don’t screw up.... The curtain opens so quickly I barely have time to think. There stands hundreds of people, all clapping for me. The room is huge and completely creamy white with marble tiles, colorful lights, high ceilings and tall marble pillars. I have to give them credit, this is far better than the rest of our little parties. I wave faintly, forcing a small smile. I look over at Janet, who stands behind the edge of the corner. She urges me on, making a thumbs up sign. I wished it were May behind that curtain instead of Janet. May, my best friend since childhood. May, gone from this world forever....

I grin weakly and advance on the balcony, waving as gracefully as possible to the people. They are all wearing fancy clothing, and they are all looking at me. Me....

A woman with an un naturally long nose, short cropped black hair and a hat that resembled a peacock leads me down the twisting marble steps. I clutch the banister, as if I will fall at any moment. I only stumble once, cursing silently at my extreamly high heels, but no one hears me. The lady with the long nose leads me over to a short stubby man in a tuxedo far to big for him. His top hat was at least three feet tall, and I almost laughed out loud. “This is King Brown of Jaard. His son, Phillip, is here to dance with you!” The peacock lady explains. She gives a squeak and retreats into the crowd, and the room quiets down instantly.

King Brown steps aside, revealing two large brass doors. There are two small glass windows in each door. I look through them and see a tall, scrawny man, no, boy, in a ridiculous red tuxedo and a purple bow-tie. He is a few years younger than me, fourteen? Thirteen, maybe? I know who it is before King Brown even introduces me. Prince Phillip enters the ballroom with a confident stride, and he flashes a smile at a group of camera men beside the guards. He grabs my arm and drags me into the middle. I stumble as we come to a halt, and soft waltz music starts playing. He grabs my hand and puts the other firmly on my waist. I squeak in pain. Cameras flash, and we begin dancing. I hear the crowd giggling and making 'aww' noises. I probably look like a fool, waltzing in high heels with this Phillip boy. I let him drag be along the floor on his own accord. He truly does look ridiculous, just like his father. He is tall, scrawny and almost bald, with a few clumps of long brown hair in the front. I don’t know what the fashion style is in this Jaard place, but in Kingswood this kind of attire would be completely unacceptable. His shoes were blue beach sandals, and they were much too small for him. He had extremely large feet, and he kept stepping on mine. “Ouch,” I mutter. “Watch your step, doofus.” He looks at me with warning in his big blue eyes. “Don’t speak,” he whispers in my ear. His breath smelled of moldy fish. “They’re on to us.”

Anyone else?

[†♉Ӝ̵̨̄❆Raven❆Ӝ̵̨̄♉†]

Form:
[center]Username:
(.:.TheHungerGames,:.)

What will we call you:
Kat

What are your goals as an author? my creations
(being admired,getting reconzaion,having people reading my creations

Can you give us a sample of your writing?
one day a man cheated on his wife, he had to kids she walked into her room and found them watching tv holding hands she walked off,the next day she came in the girl walking around her house she had blood all over her shirt "What did you do"?the wife said most violently,"killed them"the woman answered
"Who"? the wife asked .she pushed the wife out of the way her head falls of the wife in shock she runs into her kids room they were stabbed in the heart the woman raises up only her body the little raised his head up and reached for his mum as the body threw a knife at his mum he cryed "you devil!"He screamed the knife fell out of his chest he healed his eyes turned red and he killed every one the girl knew till he walked into his dads room and yelled "Look what see done to me"you heard a scream and little scary sorry no on
no one was safe
Are you currently working on any books?
(yes um lets o yeah its Pound pets :The fight for life )

Why do you want to join?
Because i want to be a author and ive written 5 books and my friends read them and bought them from me(dont know why)but i would love to join

Do you have published books yet?
1.pound pets
2.White wolf
3.There Will Never be peace (its a roleplay and a book)
not published but made


Do you wish to find a "writing partner"?
(i dont mind)

What's your favorite genre to read? Write?
i love all genres

Were you a member of the old thread?
no i just found it!

[MBRShorse]

The Hunger, you need to clean up your form a bit. I need to see some proper spelling, punctuation and grammar. Also, the random parentheses are a bit distracting. Just clean it up a bit and let me know when you are done. Also, not that I'm here to bash your goals, but writing isn't all about making money and being famous.