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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Sept 18, 2006 11:43:57 GMT -5
Best thing, just start writing, get the ideas out on paper. You can change scenes more than one way. Not sure exactly what you mean, like jumping to the future or like point a to point b. if you want write stuff and email it to me.
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Post by Isen Ehtar on Sept 18, 2006 13:32:20 GMT -5
I'd be happy to look over some stuff as well if you want some help...
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Post by kamrya on Dec 24, 2006 16:32:05 GMT -5
soon very soon, but in small amounts
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Post by kamrya on Mar 31, 2007 13:38:09 GMT -5
FINALLY 1st section lemme kno what you think
Enya stood in her doorway weaping. Her husband, Marrok, had just left that morning with no intention of returning. They'd had an argument over the other races and the way they should be delt with. Enya thought that they should just be left alone. Marrok was leaning toward genocide. That was why he left; to destroy the other races. "Enya please come back inside. I don't want you moping all day," said Enya's long-time friend Iesha. A sigh escaped Enya's li[ps. "I'm sorry Iesha." Enya was a woman of stature; likedby almost everyone, and very inteligent. She had long thick crimson hair that glistened in the sun. /you wouldn't think of her with Marrok. His appearance was so opposite hers no one out side the village would ever guess that their relationship was anything serious. He was a short portly man with a full black beardwith as many twists and turns in it as a dirt road.
more later. bye
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Apr 4, 2007 5:39:30 GMT -5
Sounds pretty good, lets hear more.
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Post by kamrya on Apr 8, 2007 16:21:48 GMT -5
...His appearance was so opposite hers no one out side the village would ever guess that their relationship was anything serious. He was a short portly man with a full black beardwith as many twists and turns in it as a dirt road. He often wore armor to appear more intimidating. The expression mostly seen on his face can only be described as grim. But Enya still loved Marrok, whether or not he returned the sentiment. He is a hard man now, but there was a time years ago when he was very happy with her. They would spend their days just sitting under an old oak by the lake, or skipping rocks. They loved eachother dearly. Now the only feelings he had for her, if he had any, were of ill content. She remembers those days before his concern with the other races. He was a kind man. She recalls a time early in her marriage when she told Marrok of her plans for her first daughter. "Here it is." Enya held up a tiny green heart pendent on a chain, made to look like jade. It was not worth much money, but it was precious to her. It was a family heirloom. It had been passed down to the first daughter for generations. She would give it to hers. "It belonged to my mother." "It's lovely dear, certainly a fair trinket." Yes, she remembered thos days and she missed them.
Taadaa thats the first chapter. lemme kno waht you thot sorry i had to cut it off in the middle
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Post by kiyoko sasaki on Apr 8, 2007 21:51:24 GMT -5
great, i likes it ^.^ hey, you should come to next fridays practice
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Post by kamrya on Feb 25, 2008 14:06:57 GMT -5
okso... Ive decided to kinda scrap this one. the way i was writing it it became more about my parents, so i'm putting this one aside for a while and writing one just about me. enoght family drama from b4 i was born. anyway thats whats up. suggestions of how to start would be lovely. I thought maybe about journal entries.
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