| Remember my fiction journal? |
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| 09:46pm 28/06/2006 |
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mood:  geeky
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Old journal.
New writing. This used to be my fiction journal, and it should become so again.
My other journals have taken on seperate personalities, and fulfill seperate needs. So here's this one, doing it's job.
( Starting now. ) |
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| Let me be all the words |
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| 07:43pm 05/10/2004 |
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mood:  calm
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I think its time
I'm going to start again.
I just don't know what with.
I think I might finish Lydia and Jeremy's story.
What do you think?
I'd almost forgotten about this place for me. This little part of the interweb that lets me wordsmith.
I've been thinking a lot about words lately and what I want to do with them. What other people can do, how to do without them, the misuse, the abuse.
I've been thinking about how they look on the page, how I want them to look.
I think "House of Leaves" might be the ultimate in wordsmithing, because it pays attention to that.
And it's a story. I'm not sure if it's a good story or just a story, but it entertained and almost frightened me, people have been held in it's thrall.
All because of words.
Today I had the desire to become a librarian, as I walked out of the Aurora borders for the nth time.
A naughty librarian indeed. |
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| The Skirt |
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| 01:35am 31/05/2004 |
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mood:  grumpy
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The color of the skirt changes, usually darker tones.
But, occasionally, it might be hot pink or baby blues.
Sometimes there are buttons and other times a zipper, maybe an even elastic waistband.
The fabric doesn’t matter.
The skirt has magical properties.
It can bring home men.
Sometimes women fall under its spell. But women are usually more immune.
They all have skirts of their own.
The next morning though, the men wake up and the skirt is not there.
It is replaced by a real woman.
She is more than the fabric wrapped around her ass.
He’ll let himself out, thanks. |
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| a story without punctuation |
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| 04:11pm 30/03/2004 |
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mood:  sick
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They sat together without any words and the world collapsed around them but there was no sadness only love and hate and bittersweet words that could not help them now in the background a mix tape especially made for the occasion played softly the sounds of heartbreak and timelessness she looked at the small child by her side and touched his hand lightly he followed her to the front of the sanctuary and she lifted him up to peer into the casket he looked at the body with its painted on serenity and then he looked at her he mouthed softly to her when is he going to wake up and play with me she very nearly fell to the floor but she could not drop him so she dug her heels into the floor and allowed herself to set him down lightly then held his hand as they went to sit back down and the hard wooden bench was bathed in stainglassed light and the beauty around her fought with the pain that was finally seeping in she had hoped that the soothing murmurs she had been drowning in for the past two days would continue forever but they would die down slowly after today she looked down at his brown hair and brown eyes that were the eyes and hair of his father and she told him the truth about the eternal rest his father would never wake from and the trials they were going to face together he wrapped his tiny arms around her waist and nodded understanding |
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| The story so far. |
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| 06:30am 05/02/2004 |
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READ! EVALUTE! POINT OUT GRAMMAR ERRORS and tell me if it's just bloody awful. Then tune in tomorrow for the exciting conclusion.
The discombobulated story that is costing me all of my sleep.
( w203 workshop story. ) |
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| 11:38pm 03/02/2004 |
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mood:  accomplished
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the first part of the workshop story for w203 any suggestions are helpful
( the call ) |
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| 03:21am 20/01/2004 |
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mood:  exhausted
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The assignment:
Imagine you are in a line of traffic driving away from the seaside on 9am on aSunday morning in August.This line of traffic is much heaier than you anticipated. Who are these people and why are they leaving the beach instead of going in the opposite direction? Account for the occupants of the six cars in front of you. 400-700 words ( I changed this slightly to include the main character's story as one of the six because I was running out of words. I'm at exactly 703)
Please help me with style, tense, and any other vicious problems.
*edit* a few mistakes have already been pointed out and edited. But probably not all. Please read comments already posted and add to those.
( Everybody hurts ) |
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| for class. |
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| 04:07am 15/01/2004 |
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mood: accomplished
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My first w203 short story. Please help with reviewing, grammar,etc. I will love you forever.
( Keep your own counsel. ) |
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| Amethyst Scars |
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| 04:51am 11/01/2004 |
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mood:  awake
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I'm not sure about this at all. But I wanted to write all from Lainey's point of view to see how that works out. I went back and changed the last story all into her pov.If this all goes okay they may all be mostly in her point of view. Or I may try for a narrator again, hopefully with better results. You can reread and see if I failed if you so desire. Anyway, its an experiment.
( Lainey ) |
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