A Riddle and An Important Epiphany Moment

Well, I feel really proud of myself.

I wrote the beginning of The Riddles yesterday. You remember that novel that was going to make me rich? Well this is it. And this beginning's a keeper, it's more like a prologue to the story. Like a foreshadow to the story line, but its awesome as hell.

Seriously... I feel like I had an important epiphany moment over here. Literally!!! I'm practically overflowing with pride. It sound mysterious and intriguing... If I do say so myself... and I do. ;)

I know... modesty right? Well, I've decided that for this post, I'm throwing modesty out the metaphorical window.

This prologue is freaking awesome. (In my opinion, but I really want to know what you think. So.) Here it is!

I had never believed in hauntings and ghosts. I always thought they happened between the pages of a book. I was sixteen when my father and I moved to Ashton.
From the moment we pulled into the driveway of that old Victorian house, too the months that followed, I lived through many things one doesn’t see in a lifetime.
The events in this story are strange, but they happened all the same. They happened on the corner of Abbot Road, in a small town in Texas.
Like I said, I had never believed in haunted houses or ghosts or horror stories. I always thought they only happened between the pages of a book, turns out, I was right.

Tada!!!! Short I know but it's something. So.

Back to business. I'm going to be posting a lot of drabbles in the up coming weeks so be prepared to comment. I've been having a writer's spree writing every where, it's been so much fun but unfortunately my mom's been giving me grief about it.

Oh well. What did you think of the prologue?
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Updated, Spouting Ideas, and Expressing My Opinion

OK... I am pleased to say that Chapter 1 of 21 Guns is posted. Check up on my profile if you want to read my other stories.

My Dad finally came through and helped me finish the revising process, I currently have no reviews. I am officially depressed until I get at least five reviews for Chapter 1.

Also I've become obsessed with Harry Potter now and am spouting ideas for stories based on the characters. I am so horrible, but honestly can you blame me? I find it much easier to write stories about characters that have already been written.

I know... it confuses me to. But I am still writing it and I am posting it on the side of 21 Guns. So if your a Harry Potter fan, give it a look once I get the link up.

Oh, and my Dad wont be reviewing it so it will be raw material. I figured since some of the stories that I have read on Fanficiton are crap, I think I can afford to write half way decent crap.

True I feel bad about criticizing them but seriously, take a look at this stuff and you'll see what I mean.

They have everything from spelling mistakes to actual story mistakes, like calling someone a different name to completely messing up the setting.

Also when you're writing a story you have to consider how a NORMAL person would react. I mean if your boyfriend turns into a werewolf a NORMAL person would NOT enter a long winded speech about how 'I love you and no matter what you are I will still love you' and shit, they would, at the very least, run away screaming or else going into shock or FAINT or something.

Even Bella freaked out when she found out that Jacob was a werewolf... or a shape shifter... or what ever it's called.

I read one where the werewolf told the imprint about his 'furry little problem' right off the bat. Literally, they had just met at a bonfire and before they even tell the stupid legends he sweeps her away and asks her if she remembers the stories. She says yes, explaining the stories in her mind and talking to an invisible audience, and he takes her DEEP into the forest. Which coincidentally pops out of no where considering there AT A BEACH, and he proceeds to take of his cloths and shift into a werewolf. He writes his name in the dirt while in his wolf form quite cheesily, telling her that it's him.

The girl, who was calmly watching him, starts randomly hyperventilating when he leaves into the bushes to change back. He then comes back and lifts her off her feet and they begin heatedly making out in the middle of the forest while the author gives no indication that he ever put his cloths back on. He then whispers in her ear that she's his imprint.

See what I'm saying. I stopped reading after that because I was practically shitting my pants from laughing so hard. Honestly if some stranger took me into the woods and told me he was a werewolf:

One: He would never have gotten me INTO the woods in the first place, seeing as I've never met him before!

TWO: If I was stupid enough to let him lead me deep into the woods I would have split when he took his cloths off, telling me that he was a werewolf. I am not about to be raped by a loony!

THREE: I would have run screaming as soon as his paws hit the ground. Honestly, I do have a sense of self preservation ya know.

Anyway so now you know why my Harry Potter fiction will be a bit rough, because I can afford it.

So I feel like that was a little harsh but it's true. So...
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A Title and A Story

Attention! Attention!

My Twilight fan fiction now has a title! Yup, after three weeks of this story floating around in my head and finally making it on paper, it finally has a kick ass title.

The title is 21 Guns. Pretty sick right? I know.

Modesty alert!!!

But seriously I have found that one of the hardest parts of the writing process is finding the right title for your story. I mean it I spent THREE WEEKS thinking of a title for this story.

You'd think it would be the actual writing of the story, but no. That, believe it or not, is the easiest part.

You see the title has to be eye catching and poetic. It has to be twisted into the story and have something to do with the plot line.

For example… 'The Riddles.' That title has to do with the entire story and is twisted into the plot line.

Speaking of which I have to tell you guys the plot to that story. Oh well you guys read the prologue. If you didn't it's in the last post if you want to read it.

But any way, yeah, the title has a very important part in the story's life.

Progress alert!!

Chapter one of 21 Guns is close to its release date. Just a few more tweaks, stretches, and grammatical corrections and chapter one will be posted here and on fanfiction.net.

A Return and A Fanfiction

After a month and three days I'm back, with a new project.

I'm writing a fan fiction for Twilight pretty sick right? I know.

It's a crossover between Army of T.W.O, also sick am I right? Yeah I know, not what you'd expect but I like the idea. I came up with the main character while doing the laundry, extremely random I know. But hey, that's show biz right?

So anyway, I'm currently going through the painful writing/revising process. And so far I'm spewing ridiculous crap that makes me look pretty stupid. But I have my moments and so far I have the first three chapters on draft.

Chapter one is going through the revising process while Chapter two is on hold and Chapter three is being written. As soon as I finish polishing it up and give it a name, I'm posting it here and on fanficiton.net.

Hey... here's a tip for you aspiring writers out there. Always reread your stuff. Make sure it makes sense before you give it to anyone to read. Because I didn't.

I gave my dad Chapter one of my fan fiction and lets just say, I wrote somethings that sounded pretty stupid and now I never hear the end of it. So now I'm paying the price and submitting my chapters to the painful revising process. And when you have my dad, believe me it's painfully, painfully slow.

You see, he can't sit and read my chapter all the way through one time. No, he freaking spends ten freaking minutes on one page. And when he actually get's a few pages into the chapter, he has to get up and he never comes back! It's absolutely infuriating!!! He's read the beginning of Chapter one like three freaking times and I'm sick of it. The farthest I've gotten hm to read was about four pages into it.

In any case, the other day I was shifting through some loose papers I found in my desk, I came across a few old stories I wrote that have no plot what so ever. But they sound pretty and poetic so I figured I'd post them up for no one to read.

And guess what.

I'm not going to let my dad read them. Oh, I'm bad. That's right. Who's bad?

Anyway here's the most recent one. I think it sounds pretty. Tell me.

Golden sunlight streamed through the tree, leaving scattered patches of light on the grass at my feet. My flip flops were lying a little ways away and my bare toes sank into the cool emerald grass. I was sitting in my backyard, my knees drawn up to my chest, resting against a giant oak tree.
I had a notebook open on my lap. My pen, poised and ready to write, lingered over the pale sheet of paper as I looked around for inspiration.
The last rays of the setting sun danced on the rippling surface of the pond in front of me. A bird chirped somewhere above my head and a scarlet leaf twirled through the air, spinning in circles before touching the grass.
The wind picked up, tossing my hair around my face. Something brushed my arm. I looked around. The old rope ladder was swinging in the breeze, hanging from one of the lower branches of the oak tree.
My eyes traced up the ladder and found my old tree house, perched snugly in the crook of the trunk and a branch. I stood up, leaving my notebook on the ground. The wind blew faster, tossing the ladder more urgently. Almost as if it was calling to me.
I grabbed the coarse rope and held it steady as I placed my bare foot on the smooth wooden step and hauled myself up the swaying ladder.
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Yeah, that's all I have. Pretty gosh darn poetic you gotta admit. It paints a picture you know? It paints a painting worthy of Picasso himself right?
Maybe I'll add to it, just 'cause.
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