The Advanced Writer's Club

[indebted]

I am currently writing a story of a girl's travels.

[climbing{the}world]

Because I love you guys!


http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=57&t=1815629

[Greenleaf]

GUYYYSSSS~ I HAVE MY FIRST FINISHED CHAPTER SINCE, LIKE, FOREVER.
Please read it. It's based on Warriors but you don't have to have read it to understand this mostly.
I'd like your critiques on everything, including the wording, the setting, and what you felt while you were reading it [tense, scared, curious, etc.]

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9330194/1/T ... e-New-Clan

Oh, and please review so that you bump up the fic c':

I'll take a good look, I love warriors

I also have a fanfic that has been sitting in my com for quite a while. I started it sometime in February, I think, only I've lost inspiration in it.

[abbie-sama]

GUYYYSSSS~ I HAVE MY FIRST FINISHED CHAPTER SINCE, LIKE, FOREVER.
Please read it. It's based on Warriors but you don't have to have read it to understand this mostly.
I'd like your critiques on everything, including the wording, the setting, and what you felt while you were reading it [tense, scared, curious, etc.]

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9330194/1/T ... e-New-Clan

Oh, and please review so that you bump up the fic c':

I'll take a good look, I love warriors

Thank you so much! Also, please tell me about the ending (after the linebreak) and if it's rushed. I'll probably add more description either way, but I want to know what you think~

[Greenleaf]

No, it is very well written on my opinion. ;3 I love reading it when people create their own Clans, though an extremely small amount of them are written so well they could be canon. :3 Very well done ^-^

[abbie-sama]

leaf- Thank you so much~ c';

everyone- I posted some new stories on my Fanfiction.net account. I'd really appreciate if you'd read some of them, review, and critique - any that fit your fancy, really. There are some spoilers if you haven't read all of the Harry Potter series. Click c:

[videlicet]

Username: s e v e n
Nickname: I'm open to any and everything, really (so long as it isn't derogatory!). I get 'Viz' quite often, but feel free to be creative.
Writing Preferences (Poet, Novelist, roleplayer...): Er, I'd say roleplayer and [aspiring] novelist.
Example (Can be anything; must be a good length): Ack, I am positively dreadful at offering examples of my work. I generally go with my most recent piece, but, unfortunately, my freshest scribble is... well, little more than that. I proffer it nonetheless (who am I to alter habit?), as well as something else to make up for the lack of length and quality. (Although I'm rather afraid it is no better.)

My shadow is a half-considered suggestion of being, a tangible reminder to the blind that I am fading away. I do not see it.

Melancholy does not gnaw insistently at my corners, but instead ferrets away, atom by atom, all that made me who I was. Green eyes gone grey, a mouth that has forgotten how to smile, are all that await me in the frigid mirrors of the space that I used to call home. No longer.

They told me I was losing my grip, years ago, when the dregs of autumn still sat forlornly at the bottom of my mug, and I scoured them for the answers to the non-existent questions that so evaded me. My pinkie has relinquished its hold on my shattering reality, and I am no longer losing –I am lost.

Dawn is not the beginning of a new day, but the end of the one that has come before. I am losing time, siphoning it away from between my fingers.

I watch it go, with my weak shadow and grey eyes and disintegrating form, in the new light of too many days gone by.

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A R I ⊝ I N G V A R ⊝ S V E R R I R

The cold metal of the blade lay against his throat, exerting just enough pressure to assert its presence, but not enough so to draw even a drop of blood. If his heart hadn't been threatening to burst from his chest cavity, Ari might have taken a moment to admire the skill with which the Ice Girl wielded her blade. But, as it was, appreciation for finesse was not something that crossed his mind when the object in question was in alarmingly close proximity to his jugular.
With feline agility she swept off of him, giving Ari a moment to realize that he had fallen to the ground -again. No, not fallen -Eloise had tackled him. The order of events sorted itself in his mind as he began to push himself to his feet -back complaining after the repeat of its previous encounter with the hard-packed snow. Suddenly, a sharp cry caused him to start, falling back down onto his behind. Heading turning to suss out the source, Ari was startled to see Serenity sprinting (and slipping a bit, as well) down the hill towards them, hood fallen off in her urgency, dark hair streaming out in a chaotic wave behind her. Her small frame trembled visibly as she placed herself between Eloise and he; Ari marvelled at her bravery, a balloon of gratitude swelling inside of him, threatening to crack his ribcage. Serenity. He'd been right -the small, quiet girl would care. She did. The beginnings of tears began to prick again at the corners of his eyes.
As suddenly as Serenity had materialized, Krystal did the same, placing herself by Serenity as she whirled on Eloise with a question on her tongue, words laced with fear. She was frightened of the Ice Girl as well -they all were. Eloise held the power here, manifesting itself physically in the dagger clutched in her fist; Ari looked down at his own hand, remembering he, too, held a weapon. Loosening the vice-like grip of his fingers on the hilt, Ari spoke into the silence that had followed Eloise's nonchalant explanation.
"It-it's fine. I'm not hurt, really." Ari pushed himself weakly to his feet, offering Serenity and Krystal a wan smile. "The Ice G -Eloise is right. I'm the weakest link in this chain," he echoed her previous statement, unable to conceal the bitterness in his tone. "She's only trying to k-keep us all alive." Thank you so much for coming after me, he added silently, wishing he had the gall to scream the words to the sky, instead of allowing them to merely meander around his head, whirling around his brain like a hamster on its wheel. Going nowhere.

(I am brain-dead. :C)

Links to stories / roleplays: Quite a while ago, I posted the first few chapters of a "novel" (I hesitate to use the word, as it was never serious; in truth, I didn't even have a plot -it was merely spontaneity). Nevertheless, it is ici, if anyone is curious. As well, I am currently a participant in, and creator of, a semi-active (well, it's rather on hiatus at the mo', as it's exam month, and education trumps leisure, I'm afraid) roleplay, here.
Other: I use brackets far too often, as I tend to have more than one train of thought running at a time. If sentences weren't presented in a linear format, mine would resemble the root system of an ancient and expansive tree. As well, I procrastinate notoriously -my exams are starting on Monday, and this is what I choose to occupy my time with. (Oy vey.) I am currently plotting a prospective novel, one I am quite passionate about. It is only in its earliest formative stages, but I would adore some feedback! Finally, I am always happy to offer in-depth critique, if one would like to request it through PM. It may take a long time to get back to you (note my procrastination issue above), but I will finish it, and enjoy the process.

[Brittle]

Username: Brittle, hello! {I believe we're on inklings together lol}
Nickname: Brit, or peanut, I got that nick name after my friend on here spelled British wrong {my old username} and it came out Peanut Brittle! {stupid spell check }
Writing Preferences (Poet, Novelist, roleplayer...): Novelist/role player.
Example (Can be anything; must be a good length):{role play example}

Bella stared into the eyes of the large werewolf in front of her, why her? She thought taking a step back from the podium Bella had been standing at. The werewolf looked almost drunk, in his hazy state of mind, the clouded blue eyes...Blue eyes. Bella froze gazing into the eyes of Finn the werewolf, she'd know those eyes anywhere, the eyes of her boyfriend. Backing up quickly as the werewo- no, Bella thought, Finn snapped his jaws at her. Sending her screaming into the woods, Bella shed her maroon jacket she'd been wearing, and her black sock hat. And went deep into the dark foreboding woods.

She didn't know where she was going, she just ran away from that spot on the hill. Bella's hair tie fell out while she was running, letting her wild red locks fly free while she was running. She felt like Merida from the movie brave, the dark red curls flying out from behind her, she probably looked magnificent but Bella had no time for thoughts, Finn was close again. Not daring to look behind her, Bella kept her eyes trained on the surrounding trees, studying the way that they blurred past like someone had hit the fast forward button on the remote. Ducking limbs and low hanging branches, Bella made it all the way to some abandoned village it seemed to be. Cursing out loud, Bella searched for a place to hide, noticing several houses that weren't falling apart at the seams. Hearing Finn close, Bella finally turned to see his hazy look gone, replaced with a look of pure hatred. Crying out in fear, Bella took one wrong step and fell against a pile of bricks. Blood slowly oozed out of her head, the world had seemed to grow blurry. Gazing up there seemed to be two werewolves in front of her, but Bella knew this was only caused by the way her vision had been affected. As her world slowly started fading to black she saw one last thing before she was knocked unconscious, Finn baring his teeth and leaning down....

some more examples

Links to stories / roleplays:
coffee shop rp cancerous devils and rebels
Other: I will be adding some story examples soon!

[confliction]

Username: I am Confliction.
Nickname: ehh, doesn't really matter to me as long as it isn't anything negative. can't have that happening, can we?
Writing Preferences (Poet, Novelist, roleplayer...): well i suppose i'm a novelist/roleplayer? definitely roleplayer, yes. but perhaps in the process of becoming a novelist? not quite sure how to distinguish myself.. i will say that at the moment i am attempting to write a novel, but i can't be too sure. i lose interest in my own long-term writings pretty quickly.
Example (Can be anything; must be a good length): let's have a look-see what i've got bookmarked from the past..



17 . s i n g l e
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d r e a m w e a v e r . r a i n - c o n t r o l

The sun shimmied off the black shingled roof tops of the Pennsylvanian houses, rays of sharp light reflecting off the sides of cars and attempting to blind the poor bloke who found himself walking aimlessly down the road. This young man's name was Aiden, and he had just dropped in the state that morning, a bit tired and achy. There had been toddlers on the plane, whining at their mothers and fathers. He had only managed to get three hours of sleep.
The sharp wind bit through his thin black jacket, which he wore over his usual white hoody. He had slung his black backpack over his right shoulder, weighed down with only his wallet, a pack of tissues, an umbrella, and an pair of clean clothes. Being an immortal had its perks. You didn't have to eat as much, at all really, you didn't catch severe colds, although he got the occasional runny nose, and the money is limitless.
Aiden had no idea where he was headed, but that was usually the case. He'd been to Pennsylvania many times before. After all, the world is only so big. Much had changed since he last visited, which must have been fifty or some years. There were less trees, the gaps between the sparse forests a bit unnerving. He could have practically seen through to the other side of town, if it were not for the bumpy hills that marked the land.
The immortal stopped at a lonely gas station in the middle of nowhere. As he stepped inside the ratty old building, bells jingled above his head, and a weary man looked up at him from behind a rough counter. Aiden met his gaze, nodding politely. The man huffed, scratching his bald head, and turned away. The building wasn't very big, with only two narrow aisles running down the shop, a few lights flickering up ahead. The teenager pulled a small bag of chips off one shelf, heading to the back where the cold drinks were kept. He had at first reached for a beer, but felt the disapproving gaze of the man-behind-the-counter on his back, and instead went for a can of coke. Aiden had always regretted being so young. He was restricted from so many things. He couldn't buy beer, cigarettes, couldn't get into bars or nightclubs, was taken for an immature boy. He was anything but.
Aiden Seale wasn't a fool, though. A while ago, he'd went through a few slums, searching for someone who could get him a fake passport and ID. He had paid a lot of money for those two items, and they've proved to be very useful in the past years. Very useful.



a more recent example

Links to stories / roleplays:
Once Upon a Time
Institute of the Dauntless
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Other:
i'm not so great at popping out some great plot outline and following it through. rather, i'm the type that has these sudden "visions" whilst writing and after that the story may not even match the title. but they always become better and better as my little plot add-ins progress. and there's something about the first post that makes you fall in love with your own writing. it's a bit like reminding yourself how truly talented you are. if not at other things, you're amazing at writing. ha, so my first post is usually the longest.

[Greenleaf]

I have a chapter I wrote for my Lord of the Rings fanfic. Earlier this week my beta editor helped me edit it, and I've finished with the edits, but I'm not sure if it's absolutely perfect yet. Is anyone willing to take a look? :3


And also, don't you find it funny that all of us have a different sort of way of writing? I mean,all our writing styles are different, but it's just like the actual way we write. For example, these past few years I veer my writing style towards poetic and extremely descriptive, and I often find myself using "old English" sort of words. Does anyone else find this funny? ;P