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It's playing in the background of the Chase Sapphire "Whoa" commercial: http://www.chasesapphire.com/videos/ I've been searching and searching and can't find the song!!! Anyone know what it's called and/or who sings it?? thank you!

It's only 3 chapters for now, but I wanted to get some feedback on it. Even harsh feedback is welcome, any at all.

anyway, here's the link :> Thank you for reading!

http://www.worthyofpublishing.com/book.asp?book_ID...

Well I haven't written in a while. But I think I'm getting back into it. So I have 3 chapters of a story I am working on here:

http://www.worthyofpublishing.com/book.asp?book_ID...

would you please read it and give feedback? It's a young adult story, btw.

ok so my cousin and I are creating a comic, a graphic novel series if you will. Basically, it's about college age kids with powers. One of these kids is a shapeshifter that can turn into a dog, any breed, but only a canine.

However, and yes I brought this up with my cousin, he wasn't much help :p, I'm wondering what would happen to the boy's clothes once he transforms. I want his transformation to be swift, ala Beast Boy from Teen Titans, but BB never had to worry about the "well what about his clothes" issue.

I also don't know if i'd be cool drawing a naked guy all the time ahha

So what i was thinking is: He has to take off his clothes, but one of the other kids, (probably this girl who uses magic) would carry his clothes in her purse until he's human again. Too weird? This was the only way I could think of to get around it. My cousin suggested he just poofed into a dog but i was like no, that seems to magic-y. What do you guys think? Any suggestions??

thanks!

I just came up with a story idea, probably going to make this into a comic, not a book, if anything. Anyway:

This girl wakes up in a hospital bed, and it turns out she has been hospitalized for about a month. She cannot remember anything from the past year, but otherwise her memory is pretty good. And there is this boy who visits her, and he seems to be full of regret. She doesn't know why because she doesn't know who he is. So he introduces himself and blah blah blah she ends up liking him. Unfortunately she later finds out he did something terrible that led her to crash her car (she was emotionally distressed and unfit to drive) and cause her to go into the coma.

The thing is what could he have done that was so terrible? I'm not asking you to write the story for me, I am perfectly capable of that, but I am lacking inspiration and need something to get the wheels turning.

Oh also i was thinking she has a boyfriend that she remembers, but she doesn't remember that they broke up, so the bf takes advantage of this and pretends they are still dating. (no one else knew they broke up so he can do this)

I'm also barely starting so it's possible i might gender bend this and make it so a BOY wakes up from a coma.

But i dunno. Any ideas? What awful things could someone have done to the person they loved?

Im open to any ideas- realistic, supernatural, etc.

Thank you!! :)

So my problem isn't that i don't have inspiration...it's that i have too much inspiration. i begin writing a story, and then something happens and i get an idea and start working on THAT story, and then i get a different idea and...you get the point. This has been going on since i started writing- i have found unfinished comics from when i was eight. Right now i'm currently working on the plots of 11 books (not including the ones i temporarily abandoned) and 9 comics. there is an advantage, i mean i get to change things i wrote years ago, for the better, but obviously the major disadvantage is that i can't seem to finish a project. In total i have only completed one novella. What can i do to help me stay dedicated to one story? Any suggestions/advice? Thank you, any help is appreciated.

So i stumbled upon some old stories i had written in my younger (middle school) years and among them was a story with an interesting enough concept- it was like the retelling of certain fairy tales in a way that they all tie in with each other. Hard to describe but that's beyond the point.

Anyway i wanted to re-do this story but the names are...oh gosh i'm ashamed. They were based off the actual fairy tale name. For example, Brea (Briar Rose aka Sleeping Beauty), Elle (Cinderella), Chris (Charming...well you know i might actually keep that one. Whatever) The point is i now need new names.

This starts with a modern setting so modern names are okay

Names previously used are:

Priscilla

Brea

Elle

Chris

Jake (i want to change this for 3 reasons: 1) I already am using this name for a character in a different story and i don't like recycling names 2) Because of his appearance i'll forever be reminded of American Dragon Jake Long 3) He is the "beast" in the Beauty and the Beast retelling, and i don't want people to associate Jake as a tribute to the infamous and wolfy Jacob Black)

Any names will do- i won't give character descriptions because i think that's irrelevant with name choosing...But i will tell you they were born in the 90s. So yeah :P

thanks!!

So I found a story I wrote when I was like 14 (I'm 17 going on 18 now) and my goodness the writing was bad! Very amatuer, to say the least. Now I don't consider myself a pro, far from it, but I think my writing HAS improved. So I re-did the opening scene, and I want to know what you think of it :) Is it an okay first scene? Also constructive criticism is welcome, thanks.

“Now boarding flight 36 to New York City.”

The people around me begin to stand, gathering their things and shuffling through pockets for their tickets. They have been anticipating the arrival of their plane for hours. I, on the other hand, have been dreading it.

I turn to the long haired girl beside me. “Well,” I tell her, “this is it.”

She looks at me, her eyes misty. “Yeah.”

I shake my head at her. “Oh no, don’t be doing that Jasmine!” I can feel my own tears start to peek out from behind my eyelids. “Don’t you dare! You’re going to make me-” I croak, unable to finish my sentence. Jasmine wraps her arms around me, and I hug her back, squeezing her like I’m in the middle of the ocean and she’s a lifeboat.

Then again, in a way she is my lifeboat. She’s the only thing I have left of the sanity that was my life, and now she’s being ripped from my arms. Literally.

“Come on Jordan!” Damien, my demonic little brother, attempts to pry me apart from my friend.

“Go away, Demion!” I roll my eyes, calling him by his infamous nickname. Okay, only I call him that but that’s beside the point.

He responds with a sneer. “We’re gonna miss the plane.”

Jasmine pulls away, wiping her cheeks. “He has a point. You better go.”

On the verge of tears once more, I go in for another hug. “Okay, but I’ll call you as soon as I can.”

“Call me every day, Jor!”

“I will!”

With that I pull my ticket out of my sweater, pick up my carry-on, then curtly nod at my best friend. She smiles through her tears, then looks down at Damien, who is still standing by her.

“Bye, Jasmine,” he smiles, “See you soon?”

She ruffles his hair, then bends down to hug him. “You bet. Goodbye.”

An airport employee takes my ticket, and I walk through the terminal, every now and then glancing behind me. I can barely see Jasmine through the crowd, waving like a madman. Her mother wraps her arm around her daughter’s shoulders and waves goodbye as well. I want to wave back but by the time I think of it I can’t even see them anymore, so I’m forced to keep walking until I’m on the plane.

“Isn’t this so exciting?” my mom asks, taking her seat across from my brother and me. “I can’t wait to get there, to show you our apartment. Aren’t you excited? Jordan?”

I swear, she has said the word “exciting” so many times in the two hours since we arrived at the airport, it is starting to lose its meaning. It’s as if all other adjectives are erased from Mom’s memory. I can tell she’s nervous; she tends to repeat herself when she gets the butterflies. Not that I can blame her. I am feeling anxious myself.

But right now, I find the whole experience far from exciting. I keep hoping this is a crazy long and detailed dream that I’ll wake up from. Unfortunately no matter how many times I pinch myself, I still find myself here, in the Los Angeles airport, sitting on a plane next to Damien.

I remember Jasmine, and last night, when we had a farewell sleepover. Ten hours of chick flicks, junk food, gossiping, laughing and crying between two giddy girls? I feel sorry for Jasmine’s parents. I’ll give a shout out to them.

I can’t think of her for long though, because then my eyes start to well up again. Damn these emotions! I just sigh, and decide to try to relax. The last thing I need is an anxiety attack or something.

After a while, the pilot announces that we are ready for takeoff. Damien presses his nose against the window, and his breath fogs it up a bit. I’m still able to see outside, though. It’s so early in the morning that the sun hasn’t even risen yet, so everything is still dark. Damien repeatedly wipes the fog off the glass, but he refuses to detach his face. I just roll my eyes. At ten years old, he’s already one of the most stubborn people I know.

Finally the plane starts to move. My brother clutches the seat, a huge grin on his face. Glad the rest of my family is enjoying this. I reach in front of him and touch the window with my fingers. Goodbye, California. I’ll miss you.

So I'm writing a story, with 4 kids...a "chosen" one, a love interest, a sidekick and another...girl ANYways! Yes, it's supposed to be cliche, it'll be more parody/satire than anything else, i just need some ideas for unique powers.

the "other" girl is a witch, she has instruments that give her sorta powers. (her powers are pretty weak though and only last for a few minutes)

However i'm not sure about the others

I'm thinking it should be more magic based than science or something, considering one of the characters practices magic (and no this is nothing like Harry Potter)

so can you guys help me out? i just need some ideas for possible powers. i'm not asking you to write my story...i just want some inspiration. Thank you!

it'd be a graphic novel, more specifically a series of graphic novels. This is the basic basic summary but there will be more to the story:

While playing hooky with her friends, Kris meets Quin, a teenage boy who recently ran away from home. She begins to visit him, until one day she gets into a huge fight with her drunk of a mother. In a fit of rage, Kris packs all of her belongings and runs to Quin. When they realize they have little to nothing left at their city they decide to set off in search of a new home. Along the way they encounter strange people, hardships, and love.

i know this sounds very...cliche and very vague. So here's my rough outline for the first book (and keep in mind its a graphic novel, so with all the paneling and dialogue it will be longer):

1st: Kris is playing hooky with her friends

They hide from the cops, Kris hides behind a bush at the park

She meets Quin, a boy who ran away from home

Kris goes home to a drunk mother

Over the next couple weeks Kris works at the grocery store, goes to school, goes to an

anti-prom party, reminds her mom of graduation, and visits Quin, bringing him food and stuff

Graduation comes and her mom didn’t show up. She spends the night at Shayne’s

The next day Kris gets into a fight with her mom, and afterwards she packs everything in a suitcase, tosses it in her car and drives to Quin

Kris and Quin sleep in the car and have breakfast at McDonalds, talking about Kris and why she left. When questioned, Quin changes the subject. They realize they have nothing of importance to them left in their town, and decide to run away

Meanwhile Kris’ mom, depressed from her fight with Kris, goes to the medicine cabinet

Kris calls Shayne from a pay phone, tells her she’s leaving, says her goodbyes. Quin doesn’t call anyone

Shayne and Milo go to Kris’ house, find mom on bathroom floor, scream to call an ambulance

Meanwhile Kris withdraws her money from the bank, Quin withdraws his

They are ready to start their journey…

I'm thinking there will be 6-7 books

My friends said it'd be interesting but i want YOUR opinion. And yes i have thought it out- i even made a Q&A for the story to make sure it was at least plausible :)

Thanks!

it'd be a graphic novel, more specifically a series of graphic novels. This is the basic basic summary but there will be more to the story:

While playing hooky with her friends, Kris meets Quin, a teenage boy who recently ran away from home. She begins to visit him, until one day she gets into a huge fight with her drunk of a mother. In a fit of rage, Kris packs all of her belongings and runs to Quin. When they realize they have little to nothing left at their city they decide to set off in search of a new home. Along the way they encounter strange people, hardships, and love.

My friends said it'd be interesting but i want YOUR opinion. And yes i have thought it out- i even made a Q&A for the story to make sure it was at least plausible :)

In a story I want to write, there are 4 teens, with an epic mission, and a "chosen one" except the story will be written in the viewpoint of the friend of the chosen one- the sidekick, if you will. I realize this is a vague and cheesy description but I assure you the actual work will be better.

Well anyways this is a small scene I wrote. It’s the only thing I’ve written so far but here goes (oh and fyi, Demi is a witch, Ross is the narrator, Millie is the pretty love interest and Trey…well just read it):

“The savior,” Demi hisses, her eyes transfixed on her crystal ball, “is standing before us.”

What? Really? He’s here now?

I look across the room. It’s just the four of us. But who is this “savior”? I inspect the kids around me. Millie is biting her thumbnail, looking bored. Okay, she doesn’t even believe Demi, so not her. Trey isn’t nearly resourceful enough to save anyone, plus he can be pretty dense. So no to him. And Demi is the one telling the prophecy, so it can’t be her.

Which means….

My god! I know what this means! It means the savior, the chosen one, is…is…I feel a surge of self empowerment rush over me. I crack a smile and am about to accept my role as mankind’s redeemer, but a shriek from Millie cuts me off.

Jolted back into reality, I finally notice what the rest have already taken into account. There are a bunch of crazy, bright lights seeping out of Demi’s necklace, and floating across the room. The colors are overwhelming, and I’m not sure if I should be frightened or amazed. It’s as though the aurora borealis has somehow condensed and transported into this room.

However, that isn’t the only thing I notice. All the lights seem brighter in one spot of the room. In fact, it looks like they are all surrounding…Trey?

Oh no. You have got to be kidding me.

Trey is the chosen one?!

so, seem interesting enough? yay? nay? i admit, it can use improvement but do you like the writing style overall?

feedback is appreciated! thanks!

In a story I want to write, there are 4 teens, with an epic mission, and a "chosen one"...except the story will be written in the viewpoint of the friend of the chosen one- the sidekick, if you will. I realize this is a vague and cheesy description but I assure you the actual work will be better- with your help! :D

Okay, so I’ve got a girl who’s a witch, and she has little tools and stuff and a book of spells (even if it is just a composition notebook). But what about the other three? What should their specialty be? Should the sidekick/narrator even have a specialty? Gosh this is harder than I thought…I knew there was a reason I stick to romantic comedies when writing books!

Well anyways this is a small scene I wrote. It’s the only thing I’ve written so far but here goes (oh and fyi, Demi is the witch, Ross is the narrator, Millie is the pretty love interest and Trey…well just read it):

“The savior,” Demi hisses, her eyes transfixed on her crystal ball, “is standing before us.”

What? Really? He’s here now?

I look across the room. It’s just the four of us. But who is this “savior”? I inspect the kids around me. Millie is biting her thumbnail, looking bored. Okay, she doesn’t even believe Demi, so not her. Trey isn’t nearly resourceful enough to save anyone, plus he can be pretty dense. So no to him. And Demi is the one telling the prophecy, so it can’t be her.

Which means….

My god! I know what this means! It means the savior, the chosen one, is…is…I feel a surge of self empowerment rush over me. I crack a smile and am about to accept my role as mankind’s redeemer, but a shriek from Millie cuts me off.

Jolted back into reality, I finally notice what the rest have already taken into account. There are a bunch of crazy, bright lights seeping out of Demi’s necklace, and floating across the room. The colors are overwhelming, and I’m not sure if I should be frightened or amazed. It’s as though the aurora borealis has somehow condensed and transported into this room.

However, that isn’t the only thing I notice. All the lights seem brighter in one spot of the room. In fact, it looks like they are all surrounding…Trey?

Oh no. You have got to be kidding me.

Trey is the chosen one?!

So based on that kind of vibe what kind of powers would you suggest? Sorry if I’m asking a lot but I just need some ideas to get my creative juices flowing! Thanks!

so, list the first word or phrase that pops into your heads upon reading the following words:

an unforgettable adventure. the fate of mankind. only one can save them.

thanks!

oh and please no "sounds cliche"'s, i haven't even come up with the plot yet

here are the blurbs for 4 of my stories:

1) Faux

Samuel (Sam) Anderson is a runaway who just wants to escape life. But he gets more than he bargains for when a local vampire family decides to take him in. Now he has to blend in while trying to figure a way out. On the other side of the state, Lilith Grey has always been an outsider; and she accepts it. Until a shocking secret reveals that she may be more of an outsider than she ever imagined. Sent on a seemingly impossible mission, she must help to annihilate an entire vampire clan.

This is the story of two adolescents who are looking for acceptance by risking their necks; literally.

2) The Bean

Toni loves a lot of things: books, her best friend's cat, and Monty Python and the Quest for the Holy Grail, to name a few. But right above those is her love for a local coffee shop, the Bean. It is here that Toni has spent countless hours sipping on mochas, talking to her friend Connor, and gazing at her "one true love" from across the room. Then one summer morning, Toni hears disturbing news- the Bean is being run out of business. Now she has to stop laying back and fight to preserve the shop she loves- because hey, SOMEBODY has to.

3) >Name Pending<

Drew is your average sixteen year old guy. That is, except for the fact that he died two years ago. Now he haunts the school, wandering around aimlessly to pass the time until he figures out what his purpose on earth is. And when he meets Dannie, it seems as though he finally has his purpose; too bad he's intangible.

Dannie is just trying to survive tenth grade. As the school's outcast, life isn't so sweet. That is, until she meets a nice, funny guy who's (Surprise!) not running away from her. things seem to be going her way, until she finds out something disturbing: her new friend is a ghost.

Against all odds, these two have to figure out a way to make thier budding relationship work; and keep their fingers crossed that nothing worse happens.

4) Stupid Cupid

Andrea has been hopelessly in love with Pier for years. And for years she's had to pine from afar while her best friend has had the upper hand. However, that all changes when Andrea comes home to find an injured Cupid in her room...

Now, with some bribing and blackmail, Andrea has the power to get what- or who- she's always craved. But messing with the Arrows of Affection isn't harmless, and Andrea gets more than she wanted. In fact, she doesn't even know what she wants anymore.

so...which one do you like best?? thank you :)

I listen once again for the strange buzz. Everything is quiet for a few seconds…and then I hear it. It’s coming from my window. Unfortunately for the insect, my window has a screen, so even if it was open, it wouldn’t be able to fly away. I jump to the window, my boot ready to strike.

That is, until I get a good look at what I’m about to hit. It stares at me with wide eyes, its mouth agape. That’s right. It has a face, and hair…this is definitely not a mosquito.

My grip loosens and the boot falls to the floor. I can’t kill this thing, but I do want to know what it is. I need something I can catch it with.

My eyes land on the empty plastic bowl I was using to hold popcorn. “Bingo.”

Now all I have to do is trap the little…I turn back to the window. Nothing is there. ****.

“Heh…hello?” I ask tentatively. I feel half-crazy, like I’m talking to myself. “Come here, I won’t hurt you.”

From the corner of my eye I see something flying around in a zigzag motion. Sure enough, the Thing is flittering across my bed, making its way to the nightstand.

“Hah!” I smack the bowl on the nightstand, but to my dismay there is nothing underneath it. Almost as an instinct, though, my head whips around to face my desk.

Just as I suspected. The Thing has landed on my desk.

I drop to all fours, hoping it doesn’t see me, and crawl across the carpet until I’m practically underneath the desk. I can feel the smooth wood on my forehead and hear the little creature above me breathing. I hold my own breath, not wanting to make a sound.

And then, when I’m positive it’s let it’s guard down, I shoot up and trap the Thing under the bowl.

“Aha!” I yell out, leaning my whole body onto the upturned bowl. “Gotcha!”

Now if only I can figure out what it is I got. I put my ear to the cold plastic and listen. All I can hear is tiny breathing and a different, strange noise. It sounds a bit like the fluttering of wings, like a bug does. Eventually I hear nothing but the breathing, and within a few minutes that stops too.

I’m thinking maybe it ran out of oxygen, and it’s knocked out. Slowly, cautiously I lift my face from the bowl, wrap my fingers around the rim and pick it up. As soon as I do, a wave of light hits me and I feel something beating my face. It’s like a little kid is repeatedly poking my cheek. Confused and half blind from the light I smack whatever-it-is off my face and onto the floor with a sweep of my hand.

The pinching gone but the pain still present, I glance at the floor with a mixture of annoyance and relief. But that goes away when I take a better look at what I hit. There, laying on my carpet, is what looks like a tiny person, sprawled unconscious on the floor. I get on my hands and knees and get a closer view. Amazed, I have to rub out my eyes several times before I contemplate what I’m seeing. I even pinch myself to see if I’m dreaming. But what I see is real; a boy, about fifteen or sixteen, that’s about the size of my hand. He is wearing a tiny white toga and gold sandals. His eyes are closed, and rosy cheeks stand out against pale skin. Brown curls cover his scalp. What amazes me most, besides a bright light that seems to halo his whole body, are the golden wings sprouting out of his back. I squint, as if I am trying to see right through him. And when I discover I can’t, I poke his stomach instead.

I don’t poke him hard, but it immediately wakes him up. Before I realize what’s happening he’s back on me, biting my cheek and pulling my hair.

“Ah!” I scream, trying to yank him off of me, “Get off! Off, off, off, off!” and then I grab him by his wings.

The little dude struggles to get out of my grip but I’ve got him good. I dangle him in front of me, close enough so I can see him but far enough that he can’t try another surprise attack.

“Stop!” I yell, and when he cringes I shut my mouth. Maybe the loudness of my voice is too much for his little ears.

“Can you talk?” I ask him.

He just crosses his miniature arms across his chest.

“Can you?” I ask again.

He sticks out his tongue and blows a raspberry at me.

I roll my eyes. “How mature,” I say sarcastically. Although I should probably be freaked out by every gesture this creature makes, I’m more annoyed than amazed. “It’s a yes or no question. What are you, stupid?”

Little Dude’s jaw drops. “I’m not stupid, you’re stupid!” Ah, what glorious first words.

“Oh, so you do speak.” I grin, and his brown eyes grow into saucers. He shakes his head vigorously, and then shakes his whole body, apparently trying to pry himself free.

“Who are you?” I say to the still thrashing Little Dude. “Answer me!”

He stops struggling, defeated, and sighs. “I’m Cupid, duh.

Hey :)

i posted this question before but i just want some more feedback

I've only written 2 chapters...but i wanna know if i should continue.

i mean, is it at all interesting??

the story is here: http://www.worthyofpublishing.com/book.asp?book_ID...

and here's what it's about:

Andrea has been hopelessly in love with Pier for years. And for years she's had to pine from afar while her best friend has had the upper hand. However, that all changes when Andrea comes home to find an injured Cupid in her room...

Now, with some bribing and blackmail, Andrea has the power to get what- or who- she's always craved. But messing with the Arrows of Affection isn't harmless, and Andrea gets more than she wanted. In fact, she doesn't even know what she wants anymore.

thanks for any feedback :)

I've only written 2 chapters...but i wanna know if i should continue.

i mean, is it at all interesting??

the story is here:

http://www.worthyofpublishing.com/book.asp?book_ID...

thanks for any feedback :)

in a story i want to write, there is a trio of characters, with an epic mission, and a "chosen one"...except the story will be written in the viewpoint of the friend of the chosen one- the sidekick, if you will. i know this is a vague and cheesy description but i assure you the actual work will be better

anyways...i hate asking for story ideas because i KNOW the author is supposed 2 come up with their own ideas but...maybe i'm asking for story inspiration? i just need someone to start me off. because i for the life of me cannot think of an epic adventure they should go on or how this kid is "the chosen one". so what do you think? King/kingdom thing? wizards? (oh nevermind...harry potter...and i suppose percy jackson eliminates any dieties, too) or maybe an apocolypse of some kind? a vampire or zombie takeover?? ooo or maybe something to do with magic but black magic, no wizards required-

...ok now i'm rambling. But anyways what do you think? which ideas do you like or do you have more to suggest?

thank you!

in a story i want to write, there is a trio of characters, with an epic mission, and a "chosen one"...except the story will be written in the viewpoint of the friend of the chosen one- the sidekick, if you will. i know this is a vague and cheesy description but i assure you the actual work will be better

but anyway my question is, should the trio be 2 boys and one girl? or one boy and 2 girls? this will also determine the gender of my main character...

i wanted 2 make the narrator a boy but as a girl i probably write better as a girl. i dunno. what do you think? is it better to have 2 boys (like in harry potter) or 2 girls (like in...ok i can't think of anything. if you can that'd be kool :D)

thanks!