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Okay guys who is in this year? I am giving it a go. This will be year number hmm...I think five for me. Maybe six. I have yet to cross that 50k mark. This year maybe? I dunno, I said that last year.…Continue
Hey guys and gals, my mom is super awesome and sent me a copy of the 2011 Writer's Market. I haven't started leafing through it yet, but I see they have a big section for contests and magazines. If…Continue
I heard about this thing that a group of people do. It's called Writeober. Every Mon-Wed & Fri in October people write something and share it with everyone. It's done to be a fun writing…Continue
2008 is quickly nearing it's end, and I thought it would be a good time for us to reflect on our projects of this year and think about what we want to do next year.Personally 2008 was a big year for…Continue
"That's pretty pimp," Kyle said, watching George Washington shake bullets out of his massive, ice-rimmed cloak. It was full of bullet holes.
"That's not how they talk here," Jimmy whispered. He turned his collar up and ducked his chin down.
"George Washington can take more bullets than 50 Cent," Kyle continued earnestly.
Beside his giant horse, George Washington was counting the bullet holes in his cloak and shaking his head.
Posted by Nagi on February 18, 2012 at 9:54pm
"I can't begin to tell you how stupid an idea this was," Melissa grumbled. "This isn't spring - it's wintery hell in the nicest time of March. We could be out fishing, or shooting, or even four-wheeling on the dunes, but no, you wanted to visit Uncle Bruce, and now we're walking in the mud getting stickers up our legs and to top all that, we're lost!"
Josh took a deep breath. "Try to enjoy the view. This is Scotland, the land of our ancestors! We're walking the…Continue
Posted by Nagi on February 18, 2012 at 9:28pm
Jem and Micah leaned in the doorway of the stationer's shop, watching people pass up and down the street. Having a shop on the high street was supposed to be a boon; having inherited it to share with the cousin both of them hated was a curse.
"What is...that?" Micah asked. He nodded in the direction of a gentleman wearing knee breaches, a peacock-blue velvet jacket, and a top hat. He also had a gold-rimmed monocle over his left eye, and he was using it to read the newspaper…Continue
Posted by Nagi on February 18, 2012 at 8:44pm
"Merry Christmas," Ivan said. He hefted a the clear four-sided of bottle and attempted a smile.
Tobias attempted to smile back, but his lips were faintly blue and he hadn't felt his own fingers and toes in hours. He supposed that was a bad thing, but they'd run out of firewood he couldn't remember when.
"How do you say it in Russian?" Ivan asked.
In the other corner of the ramshackle wooden shed, Michael said, "Shouldn't you know? Your name is…Continue
Posted by Nagi on February 18, 2012 at 8:20pm
"Explain again how you came to have access to this...cabin?" Chanti said. She had claimed the spot closest to the fire place and had her sketchbook open across her knees. Her nose was already smeared with charcoal, and in her ragged sweater and tear-hem skirt she almost looked like a Dickensian orphan.
Shaylee, in an effort to score some of the warmth, was sitting at Chanti's feet wrapped in an afghan Dani had crocheted. Mona was tucked in beside her, eyes closed while…Continue
Posted by Nagi on December 21, 2011 at 2:00pm