Challenge #325... ish :P

Yeah I'm not really sure what kind of pathetic sad letter this is but... I don't feel like writing another, so this is what you're stuck with. :P

Dear Floressa,

I am writing an apology. I know we've been through a lot, and it might seem I'm neglecting you right now, but I'm really NOT. I mean... maybe I am a little, but I swear, as soon as my life becomes that of a normal persons again, I will buckle right back down.

So don't get any fancypantsy ideas of running off on me just when I'm ready, here?

Really. I would not appreciate that. I'm depending on you for filling in the end of my script, which by the way, you STILL need to come up with a name for, because I'm drawing a total blank here. A story about love, loss, and growing up. Come on! ANY IDEAS?!

Floressa... Floressa?? FLORESSA??!!!!

You did not just leave me. You did NOT.

Oh. Okay. There you are. Don't scare me like that!

Now how about that script title? :)

Lovingly,

Your slave driver

And... arg I was going to post some of my script (I FINISHED TODAY!!!!! WOO!!!!!) but my STUPID computer won't let me copy paste, so it'll have to wait... I just want to get this up so I don't fail the challenge.

Posting more soon, I promise! And any ideas for my script title would be MORE then welcome.

♥
Anna

CHESS?! WHAT?!

Pep Talk

ALRIGHT, LADIES.

Remember when you would log onto Writing Rants and kind of stare at in in awe? Remember when posting original work was a special and very scary happening that made your guts feel all squirmy? Remember when you had to go back and edit that post thirty times because it felt like you were a LEGACY?

Yeah, I know. Me neither.

BUT WE SHOULD!

So I believe that original fiction should be brought back.

(*YEAH!!*)

I believe that the world will once again see our time and time again postings!

(*YEAH!!*)

I BELIEVE THAT WE SHOULD CUT DOWN THE ENTIRE FOREST!!!

(....)

Well.
Sorry.
Getting carried away.

But come on. Bring back the memories, and make it special. Like when we had to SCHEDULE posting for all of us, because if we weren't careful, someone would post the same day as someone else, or before a person who hadn't posted in a week.

That was awesome.

LOVE YOU!
SMILES!

The Writing Rants Fairy

Dear Post Below: YOU ASKED FOR THIS.

:)
You know I love you.
But just to prove that I am not slacking off on reading or doing this blog (reword that for me, because I know it sounds weird), I'm posting both LAST MONTHs and THIS MONTHs challenge.

(ALSO, PS, SPEAKING OF THE POST BELOW, that was WONDERFUL, even though I can't follow for crap, since my brother was playing Guitar Hero. Believe me, I WILL go back and reread, because the parts I did get, I was like *DROP JAW*)

Bwaha.
I know, right?
AMA-HA-ZING.

Okay.

April's Challenge, Which Lauren Willfully Avoided Posting For Obvious Reasons: (And also, Ms. Anna, I would like you to know that I REWROTE this because I thought that I had done mine wrong after seeing yours. So now, its in story format. Whatever.)

It’s indescribable.

Blue skies with only traces of cotton-ball clouds, the fuzzy whiffs floating through the air, grass as slippery and green as perfectly planted fields in spring, and a temperature that couldn’t be more perfect.

I’m lying down, and smiling up. Someone’s holding my hand.

I lean to the side, touching their shoulder, without looking at them, but although I don’t see them, I know that we love each other unconditionally and that I have known them for most of my life.

I don’t know how old I am, but I feel young and vibrant.

I lean back into the grass and close my eyes. When I open them again, I’m surrounded by people that I’ve done unexplained things to – people that I left hanging and didn’t say anything about what I really meant to.

A curly haired Indian boy steps up and looks at me sadly. He’s so young, and from so long ago, yet I recognize him instantly. Without really helping it, I start to bubble about how I didn’t want the pressure and about how I hadn’t meant to lead him on… Until he smiles and nods, tears in his eyes, and mouths the words ‘thank you’.

He understands.

My heart hurts a little, but the same hand holding mine in the grass reaches over and brushes my own, and the hurt dissapates into happiness and relief.

In the crowd, as people talk with one another, another face catches my eye – the only one who is looking at me. She’s thick boned, with brown, shoulder-length hair and a stony frown on her face.

She walks over, and I talk to her.

The same happens over and over again. A boy with blonde hair and blue eyes, an older woman looking lost and confused, a shy boy with curly blonde hair… I tell them all the truth, and why I did what I did, and sometimes, their heart breaks, but in the end, we all feel better and happy and finally, I feel like I’ve finished.

Some of them, I hug, some, I kiss, and others, I have to let go of all too soon.

The man sits beside me all the time.

Eventually, the crowd disappears and I’m guided to a huge room with wall-to-wall windows, looking out over a clear ocean and black sand. People are celebrating down on the shores, and their happiness is contagious.

It's not much. But it's written, okay?

May's Challenge, Which Lauren Just Found Out About and LOVES Doing (as she did on NaNo forums only a million times), So Be Prepared:

Beloved Ophelia,

You officially suck. What the hell is this whole "let's kill people off and then make their relatives suffer without actually knowing what's going on" thing?! And what about the Talon/Alex (more on THAT later, young lady) thing that completely screwed around with my ENTIRE plan about her being somewhat of a tomboy? And in the middle of this,

YOU DECIDED TO TAKE A VACATION TO CANADA!

Number one, YOU ARE NOT THE BRAIN. You are only a figment of it, and thus cannot control the death factor in my stories as much as you have lately. A little is great. A suppressive amount that wipes out more than half of my MCs? Um, no.

Number dos, Alex doesn't even sound right. You're on crack for making me stick with it. And also, the sister's name is Dora in some shape and form? I could kill you. Honestly.

I am so mad at you. SO mad.

...Also, how was Canada?

Yours, Unfortunately,
Lauren.

:D That's right.
WHAT NOW?

Writing rants will not die!

Seriously! I know everyone is really busy and stressed, but Writing Rants cannot die. So I'm posting again even though I posted last.

Because we haven't done a challenge for this month! And I really think we should start doing punishments, because apparently no one other than me and Anna ever does them. Maybe if we threaten you you'd actually do it. This months challenge is easy. You just have to write a letter to the Muse. Example:

Dear Muse,

WHERE ARE YOU?????

Yours,

Kelia

As you see it can be one line long, or however long as you want it. That was not my actual letter. For once, my letter to the muse is happy!

Dear Muse,

I'd just like to thank you so much for that surprise visit last night. It really got me going! It was a bit late, but still, better late than never! And for keeping me enthusiastic about. You know how you sometimes have a great idea in bed, and then in the morning you wake up and its not-so-very-great at all? Well this wasn't like that. So thanks. What would I do without you?

Oh... right... I know.... I'd do what I did last night BEFORE you showed up. Sitting on the couch for an hour and writing a depressing poem is not fun! But you made up for it by coming.

Yours,

Kelia

They're a lot more funny when they're complaining, but since I didnt really have a reason to complain I figured I might as well not make the muse mad.

And.... the beginning of the story! I'm in love with it. Prepare to be confused.

Prologue
The sound of marching footsteps rang through the streets. Heads turned to look as the parcel of guards came around a corner, escorting a young girl. Tanya's face was like stone as she tried not to look at the guards surrounding her, tried not to notice the people watching them curiously.
The gates clanged shut behind them as they left the city, Tanya could hear them locking and barring the doors. They didn't want her back any time soon. It began to drizzle slightly as they moved along the long road, matching Tanya's mood. She felt like crying as the towers of the city got smaller and smaller, as she left a life, but she did not look back. There was nothing for her there.

Chapter One
After half a day of marching, a town appeared nestled around the road. "We'll stop here for the night," a guard told Tanya. "Tomorrow we'll have horses to ride the rest of the way to the border." Tanya nodded mutely and approached the Inn.
Light and laughter washed over her as she stood in the doorway, staring at its oblivious occupants. The guards prodded her on and she went inside, finding an empty table at the back and sitting down almost before the people noticed her. But as soon as the guards entered the chatter abruptly ceased, the Innkeeper made his way forward nervously.
"Can I help you?" he asked, twisting a towel in his hands.
"Just a room for the girl and dinner, please," the lead guard said. "We can sleep in the hallway."
"Of course, of course," the Innkeeper hurried off, giving Tanya a puzzled look as he went. Slowly talk started again, discussions about the war and food prices and such things sprang up. Tanya missed the silence. Silence was always there when no one else was. And over this past week she'd gotten very used to being alone.
But no, she wouldn't think about that now. The door banged as a man came in, dripping with rain. Tanya's eyes widened and she grimaced. An old acquaintance-- just what she needed.
"Good eve, Thomas," The Innkeeper greeted the man as he slid into one of the big tables. "Where you headed to?"
"Home," Thomas replied. "My mum's sick. And besides, there's been some happenings at the castle. I didn't want to stay." he frowned briefly, but then pushed it away. "How's trade been?"
"Eh," The Innkeeper shrugged. "Not the best. No one's very keen to travel, with the war and all."
"Yes." Thomas retreated into his thoughts again and the Innkeeper moved away to serve Tanya. She stared at her food without seeing, her jumbled thoughts whirling around. She didn't know what Thomas would do if he saw her, she didn't know what she would say if she had a chance to explain. Her stomach twisted apprehensively and she pushed the plate away.

A guard bent down to say to Tanya "It's getting late, you'd better get to bed if you aren't going to eat that." Tanya nodded, thankful for the guards kindness. She got up and, accompanied by two of the guards, started up the steps. Halfway up she could caught a slight movement out of the corner of her eye and could feel eyes on her back. She turned her head slightly and her eyes found Thomas's.

Thomas was staring at Tanya, his face full of an expression she'd never seen before. It was unsure and bitter, his eyes full of pain. Tanya stared back, wishing he could read her thoughts and know what she wanted to say. Even if it hadn't been a crowded and noisy room she didn't think she could put her thoughts into words.

Finally Thomas's expression hardened into anger and he looked down. Tanya serruptisiously wiped at her eyes as she walked out of sight and into her room, wishing she could shut the door on all the grievances and mistakes of the world and have one night of rest.

Um... yeah and I have no idea why it's green. POST people!

Kelia

Challenge!

So I'm finally posting my challenge. Even though I am mucho mucho late posting it, I did write it during April. Which is more than I could say for some of you *coughjessiecough* :D Just kidding I forgive you! And Lauren, post yours straight away! You too Katie, as soon as you finish yours.

Okay so I started out describing my heaven, but it kind of just turned into describing my fantasy dream world. Which I suppose could be my heaven too. It isn't awesome like Anna's and doesn't any dialogue but here it is. :) And I know its rather short, but I wrote it by hand and it's a page in my notebook.

My heavens sky is blue as San Diego's, the color you think of when you think of blue. Some days puffy white clouds float across and some days it is empty. The land is full of mountains and green, green grass, sparkling lakes and big old trees perfect for climbing. Little streams and weeping willows form sanctuaries beneath towering mountains, craggy cliffs glint in the sun. I know every twist and turn on the hills but there's always more to explore.
A small village that looks remarkably like Kennebunk nestles up to the sea, it is populated with family and friends and everyone I've always wanted to meet. A library with thousands of books and a castle with hidden passages face each other over the village. Far over the sea dragons fly, sometimes I catch a glimpse of one blocking out the sun. Fairies walk in ancient and magical woods where every good creature ever imagined is real. Magic is real. It fills the world with light and beauty and there is no evil.

And among it all Edward Cullen is there, loving me for eternity.

*Sigh* if only.....

Kelia

Shoot Me...

If this is illegal posting, here, but I thought you would all like to see the FIRST TRAILER, premiering in three days... That was given as an 'early' thing to MySpace.

LOVE.
And RPatz, shave.


Twilight


ALSO:
"THE HOST" COMES OUT TODAY!
CELEBRATE AND SHOP, LADIES (and non-existant gentlemen)!