Creative Writing Club (CWC)

[Leaf97]

Hello there young author! It seems you have stumbled upon the Creative Writing Club or for you abbreviation queens and kings out there the CWC. This club is for those of you who love to write. Whether it's a short story, long story, novel, poem, or song you are welcome to CWC because what you do is creative! And together we create CREATIVITY and stories! So why are you just standing there? oh what's that? You'd like to join? I see right then here you go! *passes you a paper* Go ahead and fill out the form to join!

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Now you may be asking yourself. What is the purpose of this club? And I'm here to tell you! Now I know some of you may post your stories and collections of literature in the Share Your Creations forum but like me some of you may not have had too many fans or readers. Well in this club you can post your literature and have it critiqued and get the important feedback that we all love! Not only will CWC help improve your writing but you make new friends and discover new things! Now what are you waiting for? Go ahead and post! What's that you say? Oh yes I almost forgot the rules! We can't have a club without rules now can we?

Rules

1. Please do not post rude comments about other peoples works. How would you like it if someone said your story sucked?
2. Keep your stories PG-13. If you are not sure what is or isn't then PM me with your piece. If your story includes horror or sexual suggestions or sexuality then please post a warning.
3. Do not steal other peoples work. That is theft and will not be tolerated on this forum.
4. If there are swear words please star them like so: a**
5. When posting your literature please have more than 5 lines
6. If someone posts asking for feedback please do give them feedback. No on likes to be ignored and no one likes ignorance
7. All genres of literature are allowed
8. Have fun! Be sure to check the rules daily since I might add more
9. You must be a member before you can become an editor
10. Do NOT post until you are welcomed into the club(that includes posting a story along with your form)
11. I select the moderators so please do not ask for a position
12. Do not quote your post if it is still on the same page as the original post

Table of Contents
Introduction *You are here*
Contests
Literature by Members
Fan Art, Story Corner, and Role-plays
Tips/Advice

Founder
kalbers

Co-Owner
NightWings

Moderators
They keep the club members in line and make sure the thread is nice, neat, and in tip top shape.

Editors
Editors are the people who are available to review forms and edit out the mistakes. You may PM me or any other editors for help.
kalbers
Mirry
Memories

Members

1. V.Seda
2. SkySmoke
3. Grace6002
4. Wy-Chan
5. Karis
6. EmberThorn
7. Gleeky~Cheeze
8. Peaceful Chaos
9. TheSheWolf
10. DesertMoon
11. NightWings
12. notsonormal
13. Midnight Lycan
14. Wolf'sflame
15. Roszlee
16. Hekomi
17. Musiclover331
18. sophietlol
19. Mirry
20. happy-thump
21. E®IN Mçåll¥
22. -Seven-
23. ~•Ghost•~
24. Eplis
25. Bearsy <3
26. MythoFreak
27. 'Hypnotic
28. DiamondStudded
29. Set.Me.Free
30. Zmija
31. Wildmagic_warrior
32. KitKat_2008
33. SilverDoe
34. Tiikeria
35. Danyell-Chaos
36. Rachel Alexandra
37. Hazel XIII
38. .Arrow.
39. Nightingale~
40. HarvestHugger
41. The-Wolf
42. samanta1604
43. Allie Grace
44. UrDestiny
45. Phire
46. dlapina
47. Memories
48. Wolfin
49. -Jezi-
50. ++hott.cold
51. gabby-grandchampions
52. seketta
53. PhoenixRose
54. seketta
55. Three Days Grace
56. Strawberry_Rain
57. powderjr
58. flyinghigh12
59. Faint
60. Tsumi
61. I<3EspioChameleon
62. Crabbiey
63. purplefrog
64. Shy
65. Perocore
66. Thestormwarrior
67. Elenwen
68. The Unlucky One
69. Fallen
70. Colored Rainbow
71. LordOfTheRingsLover
72. Layton Fan
73. fReespiRit:)
74. kimmy1479
75. LordOfTheRingsLover
76. Likethefire
77. Silverhart
78. Veri.
79. Jello Pudding
80. Thorrissia
81. Beiber Fever
82. Soulrider000
83. Devil Spawn Child
84. Lady Faithless
85. Gaotau
86. Lazy Scribbles
87. Lil'Tiger

Here is the form if you would like your work to be critiqued.

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Here is the form you can PM to an editor if you would like something edited.

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Now not all pieces of literature are perfect am I right? So how do we fix that you may ask? Well with editors silly billy! Oh you want to be an editor now do you? Well not just any person can be an editor. It requires good grammar skills and a high vocabulary and you must know the correct spellings of words. Now if you want to be an editor go ahead and PM me with the words below and I will send you back a paragraph that needs major editing. Now if you can find all the mistakes and correctly edit them then you have the skills of an editor. *Bonus points if you replace lousy words with large vocabulary

"I insert name here would like to be an editor. Please consider me due to the following
- insert reason one here
- insert reason two here
- insert reason three here"

A minimum of three reasons are required but the more reasons the better.

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Spread the creativity with these awesome stamps and banners by our fellow members!

I'd like to thank the awesome Grace6002 for these awesome banners!

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[Leaf97]

We will be having the occasional contest in this club.

Current Contest

Deadline
April 30, 2010

Rules
1. Stay in the lines of character personalities
2. Have a clear setting and plot
3. Stay on topic
4. Do not use any writing or work not your own
5. Minimum of 2 pages (1 page= 5 paragraphs) Maximum of 7 pages
6. You must use all characters listed(You may include more if you like)
7. Follow the requirements below
8. Judges will be taking into account spelling, grammar, and correct use of vocab
9. A wide range of vocabulary and sensory language is a bonus for us
10. Be creative and have fun!

Requirements
-Include a death
-Include a betrayal
-Use of the following words--writhe, pallid, facetious, ambiguity, and rotund. (Please have them underlined or highlighted.) Prefixes and suffixes may be added. If you don't know the words look them up.

Characters
(They must be used in your story!)
Jonah is the main character. He is a male. Jonah is shy, a "fraidy-cat", won't stand up for himself, and likes to blend in with the crowd although his curiosity always gets the best of him.

Clare is Jonah's best friend and is female. She is the complete opposite of him, bold and brave. She likes to put up a fight and won't take no for an answer. She can be aggressive when she feels provoked and she is very defensive.

Contact me with any questions, comments, or concerns. PM all the judges with your entry when complete. I will put up a list of the judging panel later. I still need one more judge so please PM me if you would like to be one. Judges may not compete.

Past Contests
None

[Leaf97]

All literature posted by our members can be viewed on this post and will be updated daily. Please ask if you would like your work to be viewed or updated on here.

The winning entry to our first contest, by SilverDoe!

Jonah walked out of the tent. He had never felt so alone before.

He wished he had never gotten here. He wished he was still safe. But most of all he wished Clare was still alive.

He should never had trusted Sara. She had been too perfect - it should have been obvious to him that she could never have been what she seemed. Perhaps he had been too blinded by her beauty.

Or perhaps he had simply wanted to believe in her.


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It had started on a warm autumn day, early in the year. Jonah had gotten into detention, and was unable to go to Clare's party. By right, he should never have had to go to that detention. It wasn't his fault he hadn't studied enough - it's pretty hard to spend your time studying when you are being chased by demons who want you so they can take your magical powers - and your soul.

Of course, he couldn't exactly tell the teacher that. Mrs. Burminghon had no idea that Jonah was a unique student with the ability to telepathically move inanimate objects, and that others wanted that power. All she saw was a student who hadn't correctly memorised the formula for bronze and copper, and Jonah was sent straight to the principal's office without any chance to argue.

Clare would probably have invented an excuse for him on the spot, but she was also in trouble - in her case for some facetious remark she had made at one of the teachers in the hall.

So that afternoon instead of heading for Clare's house he was sitting in an uncomfortable chair writing out lines when there was a knock on the door, and a girl walked in.

She was mesmerising. Her hair was a long, tangled silvery blonde that tumbled down to her waist and her eyes.... her eyes were blue pools that left you drowning, trying desperately to gasp for air. There was a sense of sadness about her as she walked purposefully towards the desk. An air of... ambiguity. Jonah couldn't hear the discussion that went on between her and the principle, but he could tell that Professor Sanderson was as in awe of her as he was.

As she left the room her had brushed against his, and looking down Jonah saw a note scrawled on a piece of paper in elegant, spindly writing.

What it said was terrifying..... and somewhat comforting.

I know, and I understand. Meet me by the lamp post tonight, six o'clock.
-Sara Walters

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He should never have gone. Certainly not without telling Clare, first. But something about Sara had drawn him in - perhaps her beauty.

Or perhaps the fact that she understood his powers.

Clare was Jonah's best friend, and he really did care about her. But she didn't understand - she would give anything to have the abilities that Jonah thought of as a curse. She got annoyed and impatient whenever he talked about them, and though she refused to admit it - she was jealous.

His parents, of course, had simply thought he was crazy.

And there was no one else he could tell.

But something told him Sara would listen. Sara would help him.

He might have been right about the first part. But he was completely wrong about the second part.

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Sara was waiting just where she had said she would be. But something looked.... odd about the air around her. It was rippling softly, like a lake would during a light rainfall. As Jonah approached she smiled at him.
'I'm the same as you, Jonah. My powers is controlling the atmosphere.' Jonah nodded. Everything felt like a dream.
'We can run away together. I can help you, better than Clare can.' That snapped his attention.
'Why can't Clare come?' He demanded. He instantly wished he hadn't said it. It was clear this other girl would know better than he would. But Sara just smiled. It was a small smile, but it melted Jonah instantly.
'Clare is you best friend, isn't she? Would you really want to put her in danger?' She looked down at the ground, and suddenly her face appeared completely sincere.
'Clare can't lead this life. It's to perilous for her. You do realise - things will go wrong.' Her eyes locked on his with a look of sincere apology - and suddenly their lips were touching, softly, and Jacob felt like her was melting. He would never want this moment to finish. But slowly, quietly, he pulled back in amazement.

He had just kissed Sara Walters, the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

'I'm sorry.' Sara's voice was a whisper, her eyes full of tears. 'I shouldn't have done that.'
Her voice sounded like she meant more than the obvious - that she wasn't just afraid he hadn't wanted her to kiss him. Like there were other reasons that that had been a mistake.

Jonah couldn't imagine any such reasons, but he didn't dare argue. He just looked down at his feet quietly. For some weird reason, this felt like he was betraying Clare.

That's stupid, he told himself. Clare is your best friend. Nothing more.
Yet somehow that still couldn't shake off his feeling.

Then Sara held his hand, and called in a soft whisper.
'Follow me. I'll know somewhere safe. Somewhere we can go together.' And with that, she got up and led him through the darkness.

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Sara was walking ahead of Jonah. He kept telling himself that he was safe with her, but he couldn't shake off the feeling that they were being followed. That uncomfortable sensation at the back of your neck, that need to constantly check over your shoulder - everyone's been convinced at some point that someone - or something - is stalking you, and that it's intentions aren't good.

But in Jonah's life, this was often more than just a feeling. A lot more.

Sara also seemed shifty, uncomfortable. She kept on checking behind her to see if Jonah was following. Jonah wasn't surprised - if she was like him, she'd also be used to being attacked out of nowhere. Jonah still remembered the day he had discovered what he could do. He had been alone in his bedroom. His parent's were at work, and school was closed. Jonah had never liked being alone - he found that when no-one was near, every shadow seemed longer, every noise louder. He had just decided to go find Clare when something had grabbed him from behind.

He screamed. You couldn't really blame him - it was a natural reaction. And, really, it probably saved his life, because the grip relaxed and he found himself able to move again.

The whole temperature had dropped, suddenly. Jonah remembered making a dash for the door. Then everything had gone black, and the next thing he knew whatever had grabbed him was holding his wrist, and every second he felt weaker. Using all his concentration, he had willed the shelves to topple and then something completely unexplainable happened - they did. Everything burst into chaos and he could move again. Jonah had made a beeline for the phone, and Clare was over there less than two minutes later, helping him up, looking absolutely terrified for him.

Thinking of Clare made Jonah's stomach twist with guilt. He should have left her a note, at the very least. She would be sick with worry right now, probably thinking something terrible had happened to him.
'Sara!' He kept his voice to a whisper. Something was making both of them anxious, and he didn't want to disturb whatever it was.
'Sara, I need to go back. I have tell Clare where I am.' He expected her to let him turn back, if reluctantly, but her reaction caught him completely off guard. Her face suddenly became pallid in the moonlight and she grabbed his sleeve, her voice close to tears.
'No, Jonah. We have to keep going. This is important. Please. Please, Jonah.' Jonah paused, startled by the urgency in Sara's voice.
'Okay.' He looked down, awkwardly, then fell back in step behind her. This was going to be a long night.

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Sara had stopped in the middle of a stream, and gestured towards a small green glen surrounded by trees. In the background, rotund-peaked hills
'We should spend the night here. We both need sleep.' It was true. Jonah was exhausted. Which was, perhaps, why he failed to detect the guilt in her voice as she pulled a tent from her bag and set it up.
'I'll keep watch.' Jonah nodded numbly and fell asleep.

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'Jonah.' Jonah's eyes snapped open. Sara was looking at him. Tears were rolling silently down her cheeks. 'Jonah, I'm sorry! I didn't want to do this. Please, you need to understand.'
'Do what, Sara? I'll understand. I promise.' Seeing Sara cry like that was more than he could bare. 'Whatever you're talking about, just say it. You don't need to feel guilty. I would never be angry with you.' He looked down at the palms of his hands. 'Sara... I love you.' The words came out on their own, without Jonah's consent. Sara pushed him back. 'No, you don't. Or at least, you won't. You'll hate me, for the rest of your life.'
'Sara....' Jonah paused. He had no idea what to say. The atmosphere was so tense, awkward. 'I- I could never...' he paused again. 'You....' No use. He couldn't seem to form words in his mind.
'You could never hate me? Really? Well, take a look outside.' Jonah did. Dark forms were streaming down the hill.
'Sara, that's not your fault.'
'I made a deal with them. Not a deal, really. I had to bring you here, to them, and then summon them... or else...' her voice cracked. 'Or else they'll kill me. My dad. My mom. Even Maria, who just turned six. I couldn't do anything. I...' When Sara looked up, Jonah was gone. 'Jonah! I'm sorry! Really! Please! Come back! I couldn't let them. I had to!' Then someone slammed into her, and she fell down, breathless. A girl with straight brown hair and furious blue eyes was leaning over her, her face full of rage.
'How dare you?' Clare ignored her struggling, keeping her pinned down with ease. 'How could you ever, ever hurt him?' She would have surely done something if Jonah hadn't come back, staring.
'Clare. Clare, what on earth are you doing here?' His voice was thick with fear. Then he glanced back at Sara. 'Leave her there. If I know those demons, they'll never keep their side of this 'deal'.' Clare looked at him hard.
'When you snuck out in the middle of the night to meet Sara, did you honestly think I wouldn't follow? When you left with a stranger on no basis other than the fact that she has powers like you do, did you honestly think I'd just turn back? I'm in this with you. It's my duty, as your best friend. Now, lets see what to do about this mess we're in.'
'It's clear, isn't it?' Jonah was shaking with fear. 'We run.' Clare shook her head. 'I'd say stand and fight, but.... there's not much hope in having that plan succeed....' Clare never got to finish, because the air around them seemed to have become a solid shield. They couldn't run. 'Sara.' Clare narrowed her eyes. 'She can control the atmosphere. She trapped us! Oh, god. What do we do now?' Clare was beginning to freak out. The shadows were flitting forwards. 'I.... I don't know!' Jonah gasped. Just then the pressure around them was released. But it was too late to run. Jonah's body felt cold. He looked around for something, anything... something glinted in Sara's bag. A knife.
Use your powers! The thought dashed through his head, but he never had time. Something grabbed him, slamming him to the ground. His body felt cold. Then it was being pulled of him. Someone screamed in the woods. Sara. He hated her for betraying them, but.... the scream again. Then a sob. Yes, Jonah hated Sara. But he loved her, too. That scream was too much. He broke off, running into the woods.

'Please! Please, don't! I brought him here! I brought him like I promised! Spare Maria, at least. You can have me, but leave her be! For God's sake, she's only six.' Sara was chained to the ground, crying. Pleading. Next to her, a young girl with beautiful brown curls and wide brown eyes was writhing in pain.

Jonah paused, then focused on the chains. He was far enough not to be seen. Slowly, he concetrated on the very fibres with his mind. Moving objects was one thing, but breaking them was something he had never done before. It took a full minute for the ropes to snap. Sara was looking up in dismay, wondering what was happening. Just then, another scream. Clare.
'Grab Maria and run!' Jonah called behind him, then paused, not bothering to see what was happening behind him. He was nearly back where they had been attacked. Where Clare must be. Behind him, Sara tripped. The mud ripped apart behind her. Jonah's finger's felt hers. He was sweating. Sara's fingers were slipping down, down... and then Jonah grabbed her hand again and pulled, and they were both on solid land.
But...
Sara's voice was thick with tears as she gasped Maria's name. Then the mud closed up, and the girl was gone. Clare screamed again. 'Sara! Move! Or I'm leaving you here!' Jonah knew he was being hard. Sara had just lost her little sister a few minutes ago. And even though the very look of the pale girl next to him made his stomach bubble with anger, he couldn't help feeling sorry for the little, fragile girl named Maria. She hadn't done anything wrong, anything to deserve this. It was Sara's fault. And any pity he could have felt for Sara was instantly brushed away at the sound of Clare's scream.
'I said get up!' Even Jonah could detect the panic in his voice. Some of the urgency seemed to have hit Sara, too, for she let herself be pulled up and ran after Jonah, tears slipping down her pale face.
'Jonah!' They came into view, and Clare was calling him.
They were only two steps away from the clearing. Two steps away. Clare was surrounded. One of the demons had Sara's supplies. Another one.... had taken Sara's knife.

Jonah dashed forwards just as Clare hit the ground, motionless.

'Clare. Clare, wake up. Please. Don't leave.' Jonah had rushed over in less than an instant, and was now kneeling down over Clare. Her heart was still beating. She was still alive. 'Jonah...' Jonah felt tears sting his eyes. '...goodbye.' No. No! This couldn't be happening. Could it have been just yesterday morning Clare had been sitting on the fence in front of the school, her legs swinging, her eyes full of life, making some witty remark and handing Jonah a party invitation for that evening? Yes. Just yesterday. Jonah's chest felt tight, and he had to struggle to breath. No. This couldn't be true. It just couldn't be. Vaguely he became aware that he was still surounded by demons, and they were closing in. He pulled the knife back from Clare's chest. He was clueless about how to handle it, but he couldn't let the demons get it again. Sara gripped his hand, tugging him to his feet. This was her fault. She had called the demons here. It was her fault Clare was lying limply on the ground a few yards away. But Jonah was to numb to do anything but follow her forwards. Sighing, she put up her atmosphere-sheild around them, and hitched up her tent
'They'll leave in a few days, you know. They'll give up.' Her tone was clearly meant to be soothing, but Jonah didn't respond. This was the first proper conversation in which there was no urgency, no danger, that they had had since Sara had told Jonah about how she had betrayed him. He didn't want to have it, so he just looked away.
'Listen, I'm sorry. With Maria... I know how you feel, Jonah. When I slipped, in the mud, I felt the same. But this time... it's my fault. Both of htem are, really. Can you forgive me?' Jonah shook his head. He knew he couldn't. He remembered their kiss, under the lamppost. He wished he could feel like that again. Perhaps it would banish his loneliness. But now all he could feel when he looked at the girl in front of him was anger, resentment and betrayal, accompanied by images of Clare's last moments, flashing through his head.
'Well, goodnight. I know you want me to leave as soon as I can. I will. I promise. As soon as they go away I'll bring you home. I'll still have to go to school with you, but I won't try to talk to you. Until then.. if you want to ignore me, you can. But... remember I love you.' With that, she leaned forwards. Jonah paused, then they kissed again. Not the perfect kiss of love they had shared besides the lake.

Something he had never been able to share with Clare, something he should have shared with her before he got up after Sara.

A kiss of goodbye.

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An excerpt from The Vezai by SilverDoe.

Chapter 4: Disappearances

'Do we really have to do this?' Catriona moaned as Hailey pulled on her coat.
'Oh, come on. You promised.' Hailey had pulled on her boots.
'As a matter of fact, you girls are going no-where. I've changed my mind.' Catriona's dad had appeared in the doorway.
'W- please, we've been through this, dad. I'm fifteen, and anyways, we'll be in a mall. People will realise if one of us goes missing.' Katrina's dad sighed, his face stern.
'By the time they realise, it could be too late. Do you think I could risk anything happening to you? I don't think you take this seriously enough, Hailey. Things are getting worse. An estimated forty people have gone missing, and you think I will let you go out alone?' recognising a lost cause, Hailey groaned loudly and went back to the kitchen. Catriona went up to her room to practice piano for the Halloween concert.

Upstairs, Catriona put down her music sheet and sighed. She would never be able to concentrate. A butterfly fluttered past the window but she ignored it. As she looked up she saw the names of missing people. Her stomach did a back flip. You're such a coward, Catriona. Whispered an unbidden voice in the back of her mind. You know what's out there, you know why people are missing, you might be able to stop it but you won't do anything because you're afraid. It could be Hailey or Leah next. How would you feel if something bad happened to them and it was your fault?
'Alright, that decides it then.' Catriona replied aloud, getting up.
'I'm going to see Saoirse.'

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An excerpt by Estee

A doll sat in a dimly lit forest clearing, leaning against a tree trunk. Its posture was perfect, hands folded in its lap, as if its owner had been careful to make sure that the doll was arranged just right. Long, silky black hair fell in curls around its shoulder, framing its perfect, life-like face.
Its face was as smooth and white as ivory, with crystal blue eyes and pale pink lips. Its mouth was curved slightly into a frown, but even that only served to add to its beauty. It was dressed simply, in a silky light blue dress designed for very hot weather.
And then the doll moved. The small, doll-like child had done her best to stay still. But her arm itched so...
The girl moved to scratch her arm, but another, larger, hand grabbed her's before she could.
"Katie!" The sharp whisper came from the owner of the other hand. “You need to stay still!”
The frustrated words belonged to a teenage girl of thirteen summers. The teenager glared at Katie with a pair of sharp green eyes. “No. Moving. It's a game, see? You hide. And be quiet. Not wake up the whole forest by moving around and rustling branches!”
Katie swallowed back tears and nodded, staring down at her hands. The teenager glared at her for a few more moments then turned away, muttering complaints about how annoying eight-year-old sisters were under her breath.

[Leaf97]

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In this little corner you can follow these links to our members' story threads where you can read their many works.

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Role-plays

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[Leaf97]

Got Writer's Block? Trying curing it by following some of these tips from our very own members

Rid yourself of that nasty block with a spoonful or honey or hot cocoa. Heck if you're that daring you can even try sugar!
Every 200-1000 or so words, eat a piece of your favorite candy, snack, or treat.
Write a random short story. It doesn't matter what you write about as long as it makes sense and it gets your creative juices flowing. It helps even more if you write about something totally strange or from finish to end.
Write a random short story where the main character is knocked up and wakes up in a strange place(bathtub, lion's cage at the zoo, etc)
Take a shower!
Listen to music... strange music that sets you in different moods works the best.
QUICK! Write a 1000 word story that makes total sense in a short period of time! Total sense doesnt have to be good... just write and write and write, dont edit, just let the ideas flow and don't think about it too much.
(Taken from the Nano forums) If your problem is procrastination, create a "shopping list." Want to check a text? Too bad 200 words first, add another 100 if you want to reply. Want to check up on Chickensmoothie? 300 words first. Have to pee? Too bad 150 words first!
Type random in the search bar for google images, choose an image, and make up a story for it.
Got a dictionary handy? Open it up to random pages, choose 5 words and write a story that must include those five words.

http://www.writers-block-help.com/index.html

[V.Seda]

Username:V.Seda
Favorite Genre of Literature: Fantasy
What inspires you to write: anything
What do you like to write about: my friends and me in fantasy settings

[Leaf97]

Hello there and welcome to CWC!

[V.Seda]

Thanks, soon I may have one of three sections of my book needing to be edited, but its hard to work on with college.

[Leaf97]

Wow that is awesome? What's the book about? Are you working with editors and publishers? I'm working on a novel but it is only just beginning.

[V.Seda]

The book is about my boyfriend, one of my friends, and me in adventures, each part adds to the one before. Together its called Royal Pursuit, with each part having their own title. Its only my boyfriend (co-author) and me writing it, but I hope to get it published one day.