Wednesday, October 22, 2008

[creeps in, takes a breath, EXPLODES]

OHHHHKay.

We so fail at updating this thing lately.

Anyway.

As you all know, I'm in Creative Writing. Well, recently, we did a project with Character building, and I figured I might as well share one of them on here.

...It's rough. But it's the best one.

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Name: Lacy Hoker
Female, Age 20

Background: Lacey grew up in a world of fairytales told by her mother, a self-proclaimed fortune teller-slash-gypsy, and by the age of six, actually believed herself to possess some kind of magical force that she tries to test when she thinks no one else is watching. She’s incredibly smart, although painfully awkward, and skipped ahead a year in elementary school. She was born and raised in the backwoods of Missouri, and though she was accepted into Yale, chose to go to the local university because she thought it would keep her closer to her ‘spiritual power source.’ As a Junior, she’s chosen to major in Theology, Psycology, and Philosophy, none of which she intends on pursuing. She loves to ask questions and identifies people by what she sees as interesting features about them. She believes she can tell if people are magical or not, often scaring away the people she intends to friend.

Description: Lacey is a stout 5’4” girl with bleach blonde hair, faintly tinted an eerie blue from a previous dye. She has a bracelet obsession and wears exactly thirty-two of them, though distributed unevenly and randomly between both of her wrists. She’s pudgy, not exactly fat, and wears high-foundation shoes to make up for her stature. She has three piercings in each ear and a single stud on the right side of her bottom lip. Her clothing choices come in multiple colors and are usually layered, but she consistently wears a faded green wool scarf over the bottom half of her face when she’s not speaking or indoors.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Poetry rocks! And WR will not die!

So here is my brand new poem, penned this very morning.

Today I noticed--
it smells like winter outside.
You know that smell
that freezes your nose
and makes you scurry inside
to make hot chocolate?
(You know what I mean.)
The grass is coated in red,
gold leaves,
the trees are bare
defensless against that new,
unwelcome smell.
We huddle inside and dream
of chestuns roasting over a fire,
of sleigh rides through the
yet unfallen snow
of chirstmas cookies and caroling--
it smells like winter outside
and already we are dreaming
of spring.


Aaaand who's doing Nano this year? I am! And I'm well on the way to convincing Anna to, even though she's incredibly busy. But it's okay if you can't Katie and Lauren, lives are complicated things...

Here's my nano plot so far.

There is a bloody and mysterious war going on. The country is revolting against their evil king, but strange things keep happening, such as whole armies disappearing...
Sophina can see ghosts. Her curiosity arises as to what's really going on and she goes around finding ghosts and trying to figure things out. (Note: this is not a summary, I'm just telling you what's happening.) One ghost she finds warns her not to look at her memories, for "Men have gone insane from lesser things than you will see." Sophina decides to look at the memories anyways, but instead of seeing them in a mirror like she usually does, she is transported into the ghosts very mind and relives everything that the ghost went through concerning the war...

*scary music is played* anyways tell me yours if you have any! I can't wait for all those promised posts Katie, but I don't think I'll ever forgive you for what you're going to do to Annora. Just so you know. :P
<3 Kelia