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| 16-08-2011 7:58 PM |
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| Heh, probably true. |
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Perry
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| 16-08-2011 7:58 PM |
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| Paula- glad to hear your enjoying the research process. It's great when you find out something that fits perfectly into your story. |
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Perry
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| 16-08-2011 7:59 PM |
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| love the title Dave! |
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Perry
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| 16-08-2011 8:00 PM |
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| Ok Racers... Get ready, set and go! |
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Mindy
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| 16-08-2011 8:03 PM |
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Hi everyone! My name is Mindy, and I'm 20 years old.
I've been writing my whole life so far as it is my passion.
My goal for tonight will be to write one chapter of a paranormal story. It's a long chapter. |
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Perry
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| 16-08-2011 8:05 PM |
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Hi Mindy,
Wow- a whole chapter that sounds great- good luck!
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Dawn
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| 16-08-2011 8:11 PM |
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Hi everyone,
I'm late, sorry, but here. Have just started novel no 2 so hoping for 1000 words? Actually, 500 would be good.
Hi David - hope you're still drinking champers!
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Perry
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| 16-08-2011 8:13 PM |
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Hi Dawn,
Glad you made it! good luck with the 1000 words! |
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David
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| 16-08-2011 8:16 PM |
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| Hi Dawn! Good to see you. I have moved on to coffee, but the champers (German...guess it's not allowed to be called champers?) did get drunk. |
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Discarded pizza boxes are an inexpensive source of cheese.
http://www.thetussock.blogspot.com |
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Mindy
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| 16-08-2011 8:26 PM |
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When shall we show you our writing??
www.sksainitheauthor.blogspot.com |
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Perry
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| 16-08-2011 8:29 PM |
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Mindy- At the end of the race if there's a passage you'd like to share we'd love to see it. Aslo feel free to post while you write.
We're about halfway through the race now guys. Doesn't time fly? |
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Paula
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| 16-08-2011 8:32 PM |
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how's everyone going, I've actually managed about 600 words LOL, but I doubt many will make it through any editing. this is the very first rough draught
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to steal ideas from one person is plagiarism, to steal from many is research . . . |
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Perry
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| 16-08-2011 8:34 PM |
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That's great Paula- getting the words down is half the battle won.
I'm on track with my assignment- have finshed a couple of paragraphs. |
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Dave
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| 16-08-2011 8:34 PM |
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| 886 words here so far. :) |
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Perry
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| 16-08-2011 8:35 PM |
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that's fantsatic Dave.
You're all so productive- well done. I wish I could write that fast! |
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Mindy
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| 16-08-2011 8:37 PM |
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I'm nearly done! I'll post it on here in a few minutes! :)
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Perry
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| 16-08-2011 8:38 PM |
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| Looking forward to reading it Mindy. |
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Mindy
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| 16-08-2011 8:41 PM |
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Sorry it's long, but it was a rush. :) Hope you enjoy reading it! Please tell me what you think.
CHAPTER ONE: IN THE BEGINNING
Emily and I went back to my brand new apartment; the presence of other life was down to a minimum. My parents, who had divorced years ago, lived separate lives. I don’t know where my mother is now, but I bet she isn’t wondering about me or my sister. I ended up living with my father who basically made me the way I am today. A paranormal hunter like me, he is now retired and is always at his new girlfriend’s place. It was fine with me anyway, because eventually I got used to living alone. It was better for my job and it was better for me. That way I don’t have to worry about other people. I don’t like to care for too many people at once, because that means at least one more life to protect and many more sleepless nights worrying about their safety. Emily is an exception of course. She is my best friend and has been for the past few years. She understands me like no other person. She sees me for who I am. I always thought that nothing could pull us apart.
I just never knew how wrong I was, literally...
Emily and I walked inside my large, silent apartment. Our footsteps echoed loudly, and our voices carried out, reverberating against the walls.
‘Don’t you hate the sound of your apartment being so empty?’ Emily asked me curiously, her short, pixy hair never stopped her from twirling it between her fingers when she asked me questions about my family and my life. Her unusual green eyes were worried, yet full of understanding.
‘Not really,’ I said, looking around at all the boxes that still weren’t unpacked. ‘I don’t have to be quiet for one thing.’ I winked at her, smiling slightly. She giggled, taking what I said as being a dirty joke, which of course it was.
I looked at my new apartment. I had to say, my place is massive. It was too big to be an apartment, but just perfect for me. I never liked small apartments; it somehow always made me feel closed in and cramped, a place this big however, made me feel free and more of myself, or that’s what I always say to other people. I took in my new apartment’s surroundings. Boxes were still on the floor unopened, the couches and tables were already settled into their rightful places, and my kitchen was medium-sized. Not too big, but not too small, but just perfect for me. I might not be that much of a cook, but hey, got to learn sometime right?
We walked into my room; more boxes lay on top each other on the floor. My room is medium-sized; it was still empty besides a big queen-sized bed which sat proudly in the middle. Emily and I jumped into my bed sighing with relaxation; we lay on our backs, staring at my ceiling thinking.
‘What did you want to do today?’ Emily asked me quietly. I turned my face sideways to look her; she was staring at the ceiling, almost lost in thought.
We were two girls who loved adventure. Whether it is an adventure movie, Xbox game or out in the surrounding forest, hiking and looking for new places, we always found something exciting and interesting to do.
But today all I wanted to do was spend the rest of the day curled up on my bed talking about our upcoming holiday, which of course I deserved after working for months at a time without breaks. It might’ve made my boss happy with joy, but now I felt tired and all I wanted to do was just relax.
‘How about we just chill?’ I said as I smiled at her, lazily. ‘We need to decide what we will be taking to Europe,’ I haven’t been on a holiday in ages. God knows I need one.
‘Not this again, Isobel!’ Emily propped herself up on her elbow, staring at me with worried eyes. ‘I get so stressed when I think about packing,’ I gave her a quick hug and smiled softly.
‘We leave in a week,’ I continued. ‘Why haven’t you packed yet?’ I looked at her with a fake shocked look on my face. Emily smiled slightly.
‘Like you have packed at all, Iz!’ She laughed and lightly punched my arm.
Or was she trying to be hard? I could never tell with Emily. She is always such a softy; the innocence on her face makes her look so pure and harmless.
The business I’m in requires me to be strong; both physically and mentally. It is definitely not something I can go around telling anyone. If I told them I was a hunter, they would think I was crazy, strap me up in a white jacket and send me away to a nut house, never looking back again. Not even Emily knew what I did, and how I got my money. She was too polite to say, she never asked me any questions, she just took my words as the gospel truth and that was that. That’s another reason why I get along with Emily so well, she knows I like to keep to myself and she respects that. I think secretly she wants me to open up about myself someday. One day, maybe, when I’m more trustful of people, I guess. Pigs will fly that day when it happens, I thought to myself.
A sound suddenly brought me out of my conscious. Alarm bells started ringing in my head, alerting me of impending danger. My gut swelled up with a really bad feeling. Something or someone was in the apartment. Shit. Emily had already started talking, not noticing anything else but me.
‘Anyways, I know we only have a week, but I’m…’ I put my hand over her mouth quickly, muffling her voice quiet. I strained my ears to hear anything out of the usual.
‘Did you hear that?’ I said, whispering with a slight fear in my voice. I quickly looked around, my heart hammering against my chest. Something bad was going to happen. I could feel it, I just didn’t know what it was.
‘What’s gotten into you?’ said Emily, anxiously. I could barely make out her words as her voice was muffled by my hand.
‘Never mind,’ I said quietly, shaking my head. As there was no further noise, I removed my hand from her mouth and she stared at me with annoyance. My heart was still beating quickly. Something feels so wrong.
‘What I was saying was, I know we are going in a week, but I’m unsure of why you wanted to go so badly?’ This was the fifth time she’s asked me since I announced we were going to Europe to for a holiday.
‘I have family over there,’ I told her quietly, my senses were on high alert; usually my gut feelings are right. But the alarms placed around my house weren’t detecting anything unusual. My house was a safe haven, nothing could penetrate my fortress. Maybe I was wrong. There was still this feeling I couldn’t shake off, maybe it was a rat. Who knows?
‘I know, you told me this, but I know you’re hiding…’
Emily’s voice was suddenly cut off by a piercing bang. A loud sound of an explosion rattled the whole apartment; the boxes on the floor were moving against the vibration, and the ceiling was starting to give way, sending debris raining down on us. I could barely see anything as the fine dust of plaster covered the room. There was suddenly a sharp pain in my back, but ignoring that, I quickly pulled Emily onto the floor without realizing it.
I looked around at my supposed new apartment, my eyes were stinging but I could just make out the disaster zone. Emily was staring at me her mouth opened, her green eyes wide with fright. She was crying, and screaming at me with terror. I could barely hear what she was saying, and I realized that the explosion had made me temporarily deaf.
My chest began to hurt real badly; sending sharp, electric, shooting pains in my body. I felt thick liquid around my hands. I looked down in shock to see blood quickly staining my white blouse and a pool of blood slowly forming around me. I suddenly felt very tired, I just wanted to sleep. Emily was suddenly grabbing onto me, shaking me, just to get me to open my eyes fully, I think. The images in my eyes were blurry, but they were just enough to make out what was happening. Just as sudden as the explosion, Emily was suddenly surrounded by men dressed in black; she looked back in horror and started screaming as they all made a grab for her. I tried seizing her hands, but my limbs felt weak and I couldn’t even lift my arm. All I could do was lie there, bleeding helplessly as the men in black started taking her away. My ears were just starting to hear Emily’s screams fill the whole house. It echoed so loudly that it deafened my ears, and ripped my heart to shreds. I tried screaming for her, but I couldn’t seem to find my voice. I could hear her trying to defend herself, my house echoed noisily with loud thumps, crashes and grunts.
There was a bang on a door, and then there was silence.
I was still lying on the floor and I was panting with panic. I could feel my blood sticking to my clothes, but there was no pain. I think I was going into shock. My ears were still ringing with Emily’s screams; my heart was beating a million times faster. My apartment destroyed, my best friend taken and I was lying on the floor, bleeding to death with no one here to help me. The last thing I saw was the doorway where Emily was taken, my eyes started to close and my vision blacked out into nothingness...
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Aimée
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| 16-08-2011 8:43 PM |
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| Ah Perry, one thing you will learn quickly from the racers here is it's all about quantity. When you start writing with these guys you'll gain speed quickly just to keep up! :D |
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Perry
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| 16-08-2011 8:44 PM |
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Mindy- thanks for posting.
Keep up the good work every one we're almost in the home stretch now- 15 mins to go. |
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