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There's no music to it, just something I wrote for fun :)

Swathed in love and a ruby red cape,

I took to the woods to find my escape.

Enticed in a story of a faraway land,

I set out, a loaf of bread in hand.

Mother warned of a wolf, all fang and claw,

And told me, on my bones he would gnaw.

I laughed, too old for such childish tales.

But now the blackest night engulfs me,

Please, Mister Wolf, hear my plea…

Little red, tell me, are you afraid?

Away from your home, you should not have strayed,

It's on girls like you that I prey,

The red of your cape is slipping away,

But please, little red, tell me,

Are you afraid?

The forest consumed me, soothing, like a drug,

Still, I couldn't help think of that wolfish thug,

Red against the trees, with blood they were stained,

Glistening as the moon waxed and waned,

I gazed up at the beauty of night,

Wondering how on earth I could feel fright,

In such a gorgeous wonderland.

But now the blackest night engulfs me,

Please, Mister Wolf, hear my plea…

Little red, tell me, are you afraid?

Away from your home, you should not have strayed,

It's on girls like you that I prey,

The red of your cape is slipping away,

But please, little red, tell me,

Are you afraid?

My, what big ears you have!

All the better, my sweet

My, what big eyes you have!

All the better, my sweet

My, what big teeth you have!

All the better to eat you,

My sweetest little red.

Little red, tell me, are you afraid?

Away from your home, you should not have strayed,

It's on girls like you that I prey,

The red of your cape is slipping away,

But please, little red, tell me,

Are you afraid?

Let me know what you think!

The wolf's parts are meant to be in italics, but it changed the format, so.

The Premise:

We're in the future. Genetic modification is the hottest thing among the rich and famous, and it's becoming increasingly popular to merge the genes of a human with that of a particular animal. Chimeras, as these hybrids are called, are living with the humans normally, and the scientists are making a killing from the procedures. Only a select few are given the modification, making it all the more unique. (There's about a hundred or so first generation chimeras.)

Soon enough, the chimeras begin to reproduce with humans and other chimeras, creating an even more diverse group of genetics. The primal instincts that the scientists worked so hard to remove are beginning to appear in the second generation, but they are sure they can keep the problem under control.

That is, until a snake chimera goes ape-**** and eats a human baby. (Yeah, a baby.) All hell breaks lose, and the government does the only thing they can think of: Placing every second generation chimera on a secluded island, and leaving them to either die or kill each other off.

Meet Selena. She's a quarter leopard, and has lived in the lap of luxury her entire life. When the order comes out to send away the chimeras, she expects Daddy to wave his hand and have her stay. But she gets crated and sent away with the rest of them, much to her dismay.

Once on the island, she meets Jake, a shark hybrid with an easy smile and an answer for everything, and Terrence, the very guy who ate the damn baby that started this whole mess. She's obviously not happy, and resents every moment on the island.

As time passes, she starts to wonder more. What did the scientists do wrong? Why only them? And more importantly, why does she feel more and more like an animal?

So, any suggestions? Comments? Think it's terrible? Let me know :D

I'm practicing romantic scenes and I'd like to know how I'm doing so far :)

“The battle plan is all laid out, as you can see. We attack from the western tunnels, as we are most familiar with them, whilst the medics will hang back near the center. We will use a modified ambush technique to divert their attention and… Eric, are you even listening?”

He blinked, a smile rapidly growing on his lips, and shook his head.

I sighed. “Alright, fine. Let’s call it a day then. We have a lot of work to do though, and so little time to do it.” Rolling up the parchment that held the plan, I started to pack up my things, ready to return to my quarters for some last minutes edits. As I moved, I felt Eric’s eyes boring into my back, his gaze unwavering. Rubbing my aching neck, I tried to relax.

“Is something wrong?” I managed to say, hoping my voice didn’t quiver as I spoke. As much as I hated to admit it, Eric was something special, and I couldn’t help but worry that I’d ruin everything. Emotion wasn’t my strong suit; give me a sword, give me an army, just don’t give me someone’s affection. I knew Eric wasn’t going to give up on me just yet, but I feared that he would eventually move on before I got my feelings worked out.

He smiled once more, his brown eyes glinting in the dim light. “Nothing’s wrong. I just can’t help but notice that you look exquisite in candlelight.”

A heated blush crept onto my cheeks, and I turned away, embarrassed. Before I could disagree with him, his hand was wrapped around mine, gently tugging me towards him.

“No disagreements. You’re stunning, Lillian.” He gently nudged away my jacket, revealing the freckled shoulders beneath it. “And tense, apparently.” Rubbing slow and gentle circles, his fingers soothed away the pains that had been plaguing me throughout the day, relaxing me beyond belief.

“You don’t need to… Mm.” I leaned into his touch as he kneaded my neck, my words dying in my throat. I sighed, a shiver of delight traveling up my spine. Bit by bit, he pushed down my shirt, exposing my pale skin to his warm touch.

“Lillian… What happened?” His voice, usually loud and demanding, was awed and husky, his fingers tracing a line down my back.

Far too late, I realized what he had done, my heart leaping into my throat. Jerking away, I turned, hiding the sight from him.

“Who gave you that scar?” He asked, his words neither inviting nor cold, simply questioning.

I shivered once more, though this time from fear. “No one’s ever seen it before.” Not looking him in the eye, I wrapped my arms around my waist for support. “I was in training… It was a drill. I honestly thought they were going to kill me, just like that. They told me to remember that they could kill me in a heartbeat. The scar was a reminder of that.”

Eric’s eyes darkened, a flame, a light burning within those brown orbs. He started towards me, and for a moment I couldn’t think, not with him so close, not after he saw that moment of vulnerability.

His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me into an embrace that could only be described as tender. “Lillian… I have my fair share of scars, just like anyone else here. You can’t be ashamed of them. They’re, simply put, a part of you.”

It's not finished yet, but is it too corny, too descriptive, too stupid? Let me know :D

Ugly

The girl was graced with angelic beauty,

A halo of gold silk and wide blue eyes.

But it made her snide, it made her snooty;

Life was a contest and she was the prize.

Young travelers came from across the land,

Offering gifts of most divine nature.

She truly had them under her command,

Yet she still was as cold as a glacier.

One spring day, a man appeared at her door.

He was tired, he was visibly weak.

To that girl, the weary man was a bore,

And moved on to a man with fine physique.

He refused to relent, and the next day,

He gave her a package, tied up with string.

She laughed in his face, for that was her way,

Saying "I care not for the things you bring."

The man saw what others refused to see;

Ugliness was found deep within her heart.

So a curse was placed, under the oak tree,

An old spell that made her beauty depart.

And then her body matched her horrid soul,

A vision that made men run to the hills.

But she did not hide; she went for a stroll;

The terrified faces gave her some thrills.

Let me know what you think :D

Here it is:

She is an angel, beauty undefined,

Awe-inspiring, unlike any other.

Perfectly gorgeous, a gift to mankind,

In turn they swoon, one after another.

But an angel without wings is broken;

Hers were taken a hundred years ago.

The curse she bears is silent, unspoken,

But still she smiles, her beauty aglow.

What she wouldn't give for another chance,

But she knows she must live with her choices.

She stands unblinkingly, fixed in her stance,

Never once giving in to those voices.

Silently, she waits, for that fateful day,

When a mortal shall arrive in her life.

His feelings of lust shall be kept at bay;

Then, only then, shall she become his wife.

Let me know what you think :D

Asking this again XD

In my newest story, the main characters are all reincarnations of Greek gods and goddesses.

The two older gods, who are reincarnations of Poseidon and Persephone, are training them to fight against Hades.

In the story, Blossom (Persephone) and Perry (Poseidon) are dating. I am well aware that Persephone was married to Hades, but this is the way it played out in my version:

Hades captured her, forced her into an abusive relationship, etc etc.

Perry, not realizing his brother`s intentions, helped him capture her, but quickly regretted his decision when he actually met Blossom.

Feeling terrible, he saved her from his brother, and eventually, they ended up together. Blossom is obviously very broken and scarred from this, and Perry does his best to protect her from more harm.

So, does that sound plausible? I am aware that it is my story, but I would love a second opinion.

Thanks!

BQ: Do you like the names?

In my newest story, the main characters are all reincarnations of Greek gods and goddesses.

The two older gods, who are reincarnations of Poseidon and Persephone, are training them to fight against Hades.

In the story, Blossom (Persephone) and Perry (Poseidon) are dating. I am well aware that Persephone was married to Hades, but this is the way it played out in my version:

Hades captured her, forced her into an abusive relationship, etc etc.

Perry, not realizing his brother`s intentions, helped him capture her, but quickly regretted his decision when he actually met Blossom.

Feeling terrible, he saved her from his brother, and eventually, they ended up together. Blossom is obviously very broken and scarred from this, and Perry does his best to protect her from more harm.

So, does that sound plausible? I am aware that it is my story, but I would love a second opinion.

Thanks!

BQ: Do you like the names?

One of my friends is a total Star Trek fan, while the other is a Potter fan.

Every day they have an argument about who's hotter: Draco or Spock.

It's gotten to the point where I have been "accidently" punched in the face in one girl's attempt to get the other to admit something.

There both being really stupid and it's driving me crazy.

Both characters are just made-up, who cares?

Any ideas on how to get them to stop?

Here it is:

"Did you hear that Astrid is still a virgin?"

All comments are welcome.

Each one of these is from a different story. Please let me know which one you find the most descriptive/intriguing/interesting.

1.

No response. Not that I was expecting one, but my words hung in the air, as if creating a barrier between my sister and I. Her once tanned skin was now pale and greyish, resembling mist. Though her eyes were shut, I knew a beautiful blue hid underneath, almost identical to my own. The long blond hair she had once prized and cherished had been shaved off, revealing the stark scarlet of her bandages. Wires and tubes hung ominously above her, a small machine tracking the gentle beat of her heart.

2.

Shaking her hand, I smiled, as I always did when someone commented on my appearance. Father had always told me that dolls were far more beautiful than humans, how could they not be, when they were created to be perfect? I thought of Evangeline; surely she had been just as beautiful as a doll, perhaps even more. There something beautiful about a human's eyes, I found, something that I knew I didn't have. They twinkled, they shone, they shed tears, while my eyes were painted, giving away no emotion.

3.

I squeaked as Damian shifted his weight, turning to me. "Luna," He demanded, taking my face in his hands, "Don't ever say that. I'm not going to lose you, and you're not going to lose me. We can't. There's too much at stake." Anger burned in his crystal eyes, mingling with something I hadn't seen before. Fear, icy and dark, reflected in his eyes, though his words were far from frightened. Trust Damian to be confident even when our lives were at stake, tucking away his own fears from view.

In my story, the characters are reincarnations of Greek gods and goddesses.

I need help coming up with names for each of them, though I have a few mind. Here are the gods:

Zeus: The god of sky, weather, law and fate. The eagle and bull represent him.

Apollo: Music, healing, poetry and prophecies. Swans and ravens.

Dionysus is the third, though I've already decided his name will be Duncan.

The goddesses:

Aphrodite: Beauty, love, desire. Her animal is the dove.

Artemis: hunt, wilderness, animals, moon. Deer, bears.

Athena: wisdom, warfare, heroic acts. Owl.

So, any name ideas? Thanks :D

The premise of the story:

"Dolls. We are created to obey our master, to answer to their every whim. Each one of us is different; be it that we are made of porcelain, glass, or rags. We all live for the same purpose; to do as we are told. But what happens when a doll does not obey those orders? That is what we are here for; to reform and correct, to make your doll the perfect girl we know she can be."

So. Essentially. In this world, dolls are just like humans, except they are created for whatever purpose the creator's have in mind: To serve them, to love them, to be the daughter they never had. Whatever. BUT. Not every doll listens to their orders, and that's where the school comes in. They reform the dolls who don't listen, and they make them into the picture perfect girls they were created to be.

The character I'm creating is a doll that is considered a "rogue". Her creator died in a "tragic accident" (or so they say) therefore she must stay at the school.

She's a ragdoll, with grayish skin and black hair. One of her most prominent features is that her mouth is sewn shut, for reasons that are revealed later on.

Any name ideas? I was thinking something that sounds innocent and sweet, just to counter-balance the character.

Thanks!

We’re not going to live through this, are we?” I asked Damian as we sat in the safe room, our backs pressed together. The usual optimism that spiked my mood had flown out the window after I realized the intensity of the situation, and I found myself staring into middle distance whilst I dreaded what surely lied ahead. The beige walls of the room were drab and unmarked, a stark contrast to the usual murals and etchings of the castle’s walls. Lilith’s words may not have been comforting, but the truth rang true; we were in for the fight of our lives.

This is essentially the calm before the storm of my story. The characters know the fight is approaching, but they have to wait until the last second to reveal themselves.

All comments are welcome! :D

I have the characters' first names and personalities all laid out, they just need last names. They're all seventeen, by the way.

Raquelle: Tanned skin, dark brown hair, green eyes. Has a typical "I don't care" attitude despite the fact that she is very smart. Loves to goof off and make people laugh.

Bliss: Fair skin, blond hair, hazel eyes. One of the smartest students in the eleventh grade and knows it. Sarcastic, snarky, a bit of a *****. Hates her name with a passion.

Farah: Fair skin, brown hair, blue eyes. The baby of the group. Rarely speaks her mind or challenges the other girls. Loves all things cute and cuddly.

Everett: Tanned skin, blond hair, grey eyes. The love interest of the story. Likes to tease people for their reactions, and has a very laid-back attitude. Loves Geography, as he has traveled a lot with his family.

None of them are the main characters, just bear that in mind. Thanks!

This is my first year doing it and I am very excited but a wee bit scared. I'm fourteen, so this will be the longest thing I've written to date.

Any tips on focusing, ideas, panning, all that?

Thanks~!

The premise:

“Dolls. We are created to obey our master, to answer to their every whim. Each one of us is different; be it that we are made of porcelain, glass, or rags. We all live for the same purpose; to do as we are told. But what happens when a doll does not obey those orders? That is what we are here for; to reform and correct, to make your doll the perfect girl we know she can be.”

The excerpt:

“Annabelle, have I ever told you the story of why I created you?”

I sighed inwardly. Not only had Father recounted the tale to me hundreds of times, but I had been forced to listen as he gloated to his house guests as well. Still, I found myself shaking my head and bracing for the story.

“Well, dearest, it’s not exactly a pleasant tale. Actually it’s rather tragic…” With an exaggerated cough, he cleared his throat, then launched into his lament.

“Evangeline and I met by chance, as many young lovers do. She was gorgeous, like a spring day. The love that bloomed between us was almost instantaneous, and we were set to be married that summer. Everything went off without a hitch, and we found ourselves living on the blissful cloud of newlyweds.”

I wonder what happened to Evangeline. I thought as he spoke, trying to imagine a woman more gorgeous than a spring’s day. Images danced around in my head, though each one didn’t quite fit the description I’d heard so many times.

“Shortly after our first anniversary, we were blessed once more; Evangeline was pregnant. Our little girl was born that spring. You look just like her, Annabelle. Soft blond hair, piercing blue eyes…” Father paused for a moment, as he always did at that point in the story. After the fourth time I had heard the account, I began to wonder if he rehearsed the dramatic pauses and sighs.

“But our little girl wasn’t perfect.” He said, snapping me back to reality. “She was born with a terrible, terrible disease. The doctors assured us that she would only have a few years to live.” A desperate sob escaped from Father’s lips, but he steadied himself, his wrinkled hands gripping my shoulders. He smiled through his tears and continued. “Yet our baby girl held on. She grew stronger and stronger, my gorgeous little Belle. I suppose we couldn’t avoid fate forever, though. Belle was eight when she passed.”

I know this story so well I could tell it myself. I thought as another sob rang through the air. Easily.

“And that’s why I made you. Before, I had always thought that the idea of dolls was silly, pointless even. Until I lost my sweet little girl… Then I understood.”

Silence filled the room then, like a thick blanket on a cold winter’s night. In the blink of an eye, Father’s hands were cupping my face, his green eyes brimming with tears.

“You’re so much like her… Your eyes.” He ran a thumb beneath my eyelid. “Your hair. Your lips, your nose…” His worn hands were soft against my porcelain skin, and I stared unblinkingly at him as he wept. “You’re my sweet girl, you’re my sweet girl…”

All comments are welcome :D

Just a little survey for fun :)

1. How is your novel/story going right now?

2. How do you deal with writer's block?

3. Who is your favourite character in a novel and why?

4. Who is your favourite original character, of your own creation? Tell me about them.

5. What genres do you love to write/read? Which do you hate?

6. Your opinion on Mary-Sues.

7. What's the longest book you've ever read?

This is a scene from my book. Any comments are appreciated, thanks!

“The surprise isn’t over just yet,�� He said, slipping out of my grasp. “Luna… I know you already said yes, but…” The discomfort was clear on his face as he dropped onto one knee, his hand fumbling in the pocket of his jacket. I gasped as he pulled out a small velvet box, my eyes widening.

“Will you marry me?”

He slid the box open, gazing up at me hopefully. Cushioned inside the pale blue fabric was a gorgeous ring, unlike anything else I’ve ever seen. The band was pure silver and etched with a swirling design, the curled tendrils wrapping around the entirety ring . Atop it was a shining diamond, the crystal clear surfaced tinged with a gorgeous sky blue. I stared at the gem, then glanced at Damian. The glow of his eyes matched the stone perfectly.

“Damian… I have no idea where you found the money to buy this, but it’s gorgeous. I love it.”

A grin lighting his whole face, he took the ring and slid it onto to my finger, the simple band fitting perfectly. Damian stood, laughing as I turned my hand this way and that, marvelling as the dim light dancing across the smooth surface of the diamond.

“Damian, you’re amazing.” I swallowed the lump in my throat, letting out a shaky breath. “I love you.” Before he had time to react, I threw my arms around him, hugging him tight. To my surprise, he lifted me into his arms, his embrace just as unwavering as mine. For a long moment we were silent, neither of us wanting to end that picture-perfect moment just yet. The way my face fit perfectly in the crook of his shoulder, the frantic dance of his heart against my own… Some part of me wished that we could stay, locked in an embrace, forever, but the rationality I had left said otherwise. Instead, I settled for memorizing each and every detail of the scene until they were engraved in my memory, like the swirled etchings of the ring.

I pulled away slightly, looking up at him through my hair. Though his face was seemingly blank, the mischievous glint in his eyes told another story. A ghost of a smile lingered on my lips as I waited for him to make the first move, my heart pounding.

“You’re going to be a beautiful bride.” He whispered, his free hand moving to stroke the side of my face. His hand tightened around my waist as he brought his lips to mine, forceful and strong yet somehow still delicate. My eyes fluttered closed, letting my other senses take over. The way he held me, the intensity of his touch; it was as if there was nothing else in the world that mattered to him except the two of us, together in that moment. I kissed him back the same way, as though I never wanted him to stop.

After what might have been minutes, hours, days or weeks, we broke apart, our bodies heated and faces flushed. “It’s going to be you and me, Damian. Till death do us part.”

Damian smiled. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

***

I`m writing a mystery story, and I was wondering if this prologue interests you and leaves you wanting more. Any comments are welcome!

Prologue

Teen girl killed by falling light- Deemed not an accident

Detective Willow St. James skimmed through the front page article of the Sudbury Star, her tired eyes only picking up half of the information. Mayor’s Daughter… School Auditions… Big shock. Willow didn’t mind the odd murder case; in fact, she thought they made her job worthwhile. Still, it was early on a frigid Monday morning, and the blond-haired investigator was not in the mood. Her plane out of Sudbury had been cancelled yet again due to weather conditions, and she found herself sipping an overly-sweetened coffee in the local Tim Horton’s. Dubbed the blizzard of the century, the snow outside relentlessly fell, and Willow figured she’d be stuck there for at least another week or two. There were three things Willow couldn’t stand, and three things only; being told what to do, cancelled plans and small towns. Not to mention small towns in the middle of nowhere during snow storms.

With a sigh, she slid the paper across the table to her partner, Officer Cornelius Jones. She watched as he skimmed through the article, just as she had, though she knew exactly what his reaction would be.

Cornelius was a well-built man of average height and weight. Not too tall, not too muscular, not too fat. He blended into a crowd perfectly; his short brown hair and grey eyes easily forgettable. That was why Willow liked him so much. Beneath a seemingly average and uninteresting mast, an extraordinary man hid, just waiting for his moment.

Setting down his coffee cup with care, Cornelius smiled at his partner, unperturbed by the freezing weather. “I hate to sound predictable, St. James, but we have to solve this case.” He grinned as he watched Willow’s shoulders slump, her face weary. “It’s not like the case we have here is such a mystery. And look at that! Bruce Mines is just an hour away from here.”

Willow sighed once more; he was right on both counts. They had left the comfort of Toronto to investigate a series of recalled products originating in a small factory in Sudbury. Foul play had been suspected at first, but the case had solved itself when the owner franticly explained their low budget for broken machinery. As much as she disliked teenagers and snowstorms, a case was a case. The idea of a murder already had her heart thundering, and she began to lay out their plan in her mind. Downing the last of her lukewarm coffee, she slammed her mug on the table and shot Cornelius a sharp look. He stared back at her, his gaze just as intense hers.

“Fine. I’ll do it. Not because you’re looking at me like a sullen puppy, but because they deserve the peace of mind that comes with having a killer behind bars.”

Cornelius grinned, jumping up from his chair and taking her hand, helping her up. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, St. James.”

In my novel, the main character stumbles across the letters her parents used to communicate with each other when they were apart. Let me know what you think~!

September 8th

Dear James,

Well. I never thought I’d write a letter to the man I fell in love with, like in those stupid romantic comedies I promised myself I’d never watch. But here I am.

How long has it been since you left? A month? Christ, it feels like it’s been an eternity. I miss you; much more then I’d like to admit. Take that as a compliment, James. I always told myself I’d never let anyone control my thoughts and actions. But somehow you manage to be the only thing I think about. Another compliment.

Since you left, I’ve learned something. I’m pregnant. I wish I could see your face as you read this; I’m sure you would be grinning. It’s not exactly a surprise, but… I’m so happy. The baby’s due in May. Ever since I found out I haven’t been able to stop thinking about names. I thought something like Astrid or Stella, to tie in with your roots. And yes, I’m certain it’s a girl. My motherly instincts must be kicking in already. You know, if I believed in that garbage.

Looks like you’re going to be outnumbered pretty soon. Worried yet?

When do I get to see you again?

Love,

Maria

My breath felt caught in my throat as I turned to the reply.

September 15th

Dear Maria,

Good to know that the feeling around here is mutual. Lately I’ve been wondering what it would be like if you became the queen of Luminira. I want to make that daydream a reality, Maria.

The Solium has been getting more and more ruthless, and I’m needed more than ever. I know it’s hard, but we’ll be together very, very soon. I have some things to finish up here, but I promise I’ll be with back with you by November. Our first Christmas together… I couldn’t be happier.

You better not be messing around, Maria. I’m going to be a dad? That’s so amazing and exciting and perfect. A girl, eh? Are you completely sure about that? Well, if she’s half as beautiful as you she’ll be the most gorgeous girl in the world. That just makes me want to see you even more, to be there to cherish every moment with you. I promise I’ll be there when she’s born, and every day after that. Stella and Astrid are nice, but I was thinking Luna. Oh, and you were right; I was grinning.

I certainly don’t mind being outnumbered. I don’t mind in the slightest. A daughter is the next best thing to being with you.

I’ll be counting the days.

Sincerely,

James