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Chris Weber is now a member of Heavy Noir
Jul 23, 2015
Nagi posted blog posts
Feb 18, 2012
Larutia commented on Nagi's blog post Writing prompt: high heels and kevlar
"I always thought of it more as a wow of how well you tie in real life into your universes and how everything connects so smoothly."
Feb 4, 2012
Larutia commented on Nagi's blog post Writing prompt: first trip overseas
"My Kenny is stepping out on me?!?! LOL"
Feb 4, 2012
Nagi posted a blog post

A Very Ballentine Christmas

"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 Shaylee braided her…See More
Dec 21, 2011
Nagi posted a blog post

Poem for a full moon

I wrote this poem a couple of years ago on a full moon night, and last night the full moon was so beautiful it reminded me of what I'd written but never shared.  At the time I was crushing on a playwright. Don't mock. We all make mistakes. It goes like this: O sweet playwright,Write me a handful of jewelsThat I might cast themInto the skyAs starsOr wind them on a stringTo wearAt my throatThat I might hear Your words whispered againstMy skin and - Oh, forgive me,I have mixed my metaphors. You…See More
May 17, 2011
Aden posted a blog post

Artificers: Outside of Bodie

Harper reached into the pocket of his coat and pulled out a small paper tag. It looked harmless enough, there wasn’t even anything written on it. He ran his thumb over the silvery looking string that ran through a punched hole in the top. That must have been what did it, what made the artifacts stop working. He was never told how it worked, and most of the time he thought that he really didn't want to know. The less he really knew about his job, the longer he would continue doing it, and not…See More
Sep 6, 2010
Nagi commented on Nagi's blog post Writing prompt: small blue bead, grapes, red plastic
"Thanks! This is actually a brand-new universe. I am going to try, for once, in my life, to write a novel chronologically. You know, in order, built properly. Because I need to learn how to do that. For original fiction."
Aug 30, 2010
Aden posted a blog post

More from 750 Words

I am thinking this was a good idea to share this here, because I might want to get back to some of these stories. If there is one you think I should focus on, let me know :) *Also I realize that my tenses are raw and unedited in these, I apologize if it makes the stuff hard to read****For as much as I sometimes hate who I am, I would never change it. Not one piece of it, no matter how many times I am beat down until I can barely stand. Am I ashamed at my heritage? Well I don't go around…See More
Aug 30, 2010
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Aug 30, 2010
Aden commented on Nagi's blog post Writing prompt: Uncontrollable
"I know you are busy with all of the life craziness, but I am willing to send bribes and do some begging to get you to write more of this."
Aug 30, 2010
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Info from 2011 Writer's Market

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 anyone is interested and have been thinking about sending off some work, I would be more than happy to share the wealth of information from the book.   Once I start finding listings I will start making posts. If there is something special you are looking for let me know and I will see if I can find…See More
Aug 30, 2010

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NanoWrimo 14 Replies

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

Started by Aden in Tips, Questions and Artistic Musings. Last reply by Nagi Oct 31, 2010.

The Artificers. The info.

The Artificers is my alt history universe.  Think Warehouse 13 set in the weird wild west of Deadlands. There is magic, and monsters, zombies, demons, pistol packing padres. And a government group…Continue

Started by Aden in Collaborative Works Sep 6, 2010.

Info from 2011 Writer's Market 1 Reply

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

Started by Aden in Just Talk. Last reply by Nagi Aug 30, 2010.

Writeober is coming! (or is it) 10 Replies

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

Started by Aden in Tips, Questions and Artistic Musings. Last reply by Aden Nov 1, 2009.

The End of 2008-Goals for 2009 8 Replies

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

Started by Aden in Tips, Questions and Artistic Musings. Last reply by Rowsdower Oct 31, 2009.

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Applejack (George Washington's Beverage of Choice): Bullet Hole(s)

"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.

"He…

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Posted by Nagi on February 18, 2012 at 9:54pm

Johnny Walker Whiskey: A brisk walk in the Scottish countryside

"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…

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Posted by Nagi on February 18, 2012 at 9:28pm

Cognac: Fancy gentleman with monocles

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…

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Posted by Nagi on February 18, 2012 at 8:44pm

Vodka: Stuck in a snowy outpost in Russia

"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…

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Posted by Nagi on February 18, 2012 at 8:20pm

A Very Ballentine Christmas

"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…

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Posted by Nagi on December 21, 2011 at 2:00pm

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