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Lav's TAPM! In digging up the thread where Ema and I did our TAPM story, I found a post by GloWorm saying she needed to stop overseeing TAPM and thus that it was going to die. I had a great time with Ema in our story, so I would like to give everyone else the chance to do this again. I will try to be as faithful as GloWorm was with pairing and making threads. Same thing - post a small sample of your work or a link to a thread here with your work. Include the genre you'd like to go for and, if you like, a partner you want. I'll pair you up and spur you on to greatness. :D I'm rather more casual than GloWorm was, so most anything will go. While it would be nice if you would post your samples in the genre you want to work in, I won't send Them after you if you don't. Cheery-ho!
I'm up for the pairing, of course, although I will not pick someone unless they pick me first. I won a web poetry contest here with this poem, "Summer Song."
With a flutter and a whisper
Evening Wind comes lisping by
While her brother, Dreaming Shadow,
Waits to claim the dimming sky.
Shaking leaves and dancing branches
Move in harmony as one;
By these gentle, softened touches
We can know that Day is done.
I am open to any genre. For a story I wrote (part of on the first one), add /node/27193 to the inkwell address or /node/21981. Sorry - I don't want to wake up my brother to remind me how to do hyperlinks.
Cheers,
lavendershy
submitted by lavendershy :) / EH, age 14, Sparks, NV
(December 7, 2009 - 12:43 am)
(December 7, 2009 - 12:43 am)
Hello? Hello? *Echoes*
(December 28, 2009 - 7:23 pm)
(December 29, 2009 - 2:56 pm)
Ehm. Yes. Sorry. *blinks* I'm here, and that's a fine and lovely arrangement. Sci-fi/fantasy with Ann it is! D'you want to make the thread, Ann, or should I?
Also, you can call me Mary Liz or ML, not Mary W, because that's short for Mary Elizabeth W, which is my real name in RL, so call me that. Yes. *is tired and hyper and incomprehensible*
(December 29, 2009 - 5:20 pm)
I'll make the thread. Thanks!
(December 30, 2009 - 10:58 am)
Yay, great! :)
(December 30, 2009 - 4:49 pm)
Aww, thanks Lav! :) I had a great time with you, too! :)
(January 2, 2010 - 7:28 pm)
Um, well, I prefer science fiction... Here's a sample of my NaNoWriMo. Oh, and just because one of the characters is named Jake, it has /nothing/ to do with Twilight.
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I dreamed about shadows, shadows unlike any other. They seemed curious, darting about me, touching my
strange clothing. They spoke of what it was like when they attacked. Many were
killed. An image of cities burning down, the giant flames consuming everything in sight. A giant flaming shadow crushing the simmering coals, fire spurting from its fingertips. The ruler of the
shadows. How it was impossible to kill, how it had one goal on its mind. The shadows seemed to tell me about themselves, a
small group, only ten of them, who were against killing humans. A flaw of life,
they said. They weren't supposed to be alive, but escaped from their own
villages as soon as they experienced these... uncivilized thoughts.
I woke up sweating. It was like
something really was trying to communicate with me. It felt like something was
tugging at my sleeve, just like in my dream. Sunlight streamed in through a crack in the stone door. I blinked, then looked down to shield my face. Something was crouching below the bed, holding my sleeve in two misty fingertips.
I bit back a scream. All my senses flared up, and my stomach threatened
to spit back everything I had eaten yesterday.
There you go! Sorry if it seems a touch morbid and post-apocalyptic. Because the whole novel is. :D
(January 2, 2010 - 7:41 pm)
Sorry, but what does TAPM stand for?
It's The Authors Pairs Movement or something like that. I may not have every word right, but one of our Chatterboxers (was it Glowworm long ago), asked for volunteers who would like to write something with a partner, then paired them up and they wrote something together, taking turns to progress the story or whatever it was. There should still be threads of these somewhere on Chatterbox.
Old Cricket
(January 3, 2010 - 2:28 pm)
Oh, okay. Thanks, Old Cricket. In that case, I'd like to be paired. I like fantasy (but not sci fi so much). I will post a writing sample ASAP.
(January 3, 2010 - 6:21 pm)
If I write a story with someone, than I prefer fantasy. I don't really know what genre my poems are, though. Mostly just freeverse poetry. So, a sample to my work:
Swirling, dancing,
Winds partner
Making it visible
The winds gust
Swirls you
In spirals
Wild, abstracet,
Beautiful dance
You, in a
White gown,
wind, an
Invisable
strong force.
Together,
You make
Twirling snow.
~~~~~
I don't remember if I already said this, but I don't really care if I write a poem or a story with someone.
Goodbye,
~Meadow de Weirdo
(January 4, 2010 - 1:20 pm)
Erghh! I forgot about the MS Word thing. Well, at least the story is up there. :P
(January 5, 2010 - 2:53 pm)
OOOOOOH!!!!!!! I want to do a story too! My favorite genre is fantasy, and I don't care who I'm paired with. :) Okay, so a sample of writing huh?...Got it. This is the beginning of a story that I'm currently working on. Hope you like it.
Allori looked to the setting sun for answers as she perched on the magnificent marble work of the balcony that she hated so much. The fireball in the sky disclosed nothing to her as it always did. She gazed longingly at the imperfect, ravaged countryside to the North, blackened by fire and bare with drought. It seemed like the best place in the world to her, although it was the place where prisoners were banished to because it was assumed that if they were taken far enough out into the wasteland they would just starve. And the crown wouldn’t have to bloody their hands with executions.
To the South was the lush landscape that her father was so in love with. It seemed to glow with the life that inhabited it and the gleaming lakes and rivers. It was the very picture of paradise. She detested it with a pure and black hatred as strong as iron.
She felt a gentle tickling sensation and glanced down to look. A dainty fairy had landed on her, and now gazed up at her. Its face was absolutely flawless; a little curved nose, a perfect pair of curious green almond-shaped eyes, shiny locks of red hair. Allori looked into the intelligent depths of her eyes and saw the brightness that made her so fond of fairies. That mischievous spark that makes teachers pick out troublemakers correctly.
(January 11, 2010 - 7:47 pm)
Ooh! A fellow Fairy lover! Can we go together?
(January 12, 2010 - 8:45 pm)
All right. Emilie and Jessica. I'll go ahead and make your thread. And I'm sorry I forgot about this whole deal.
Also, I need to ask Meadow a question: I'm cool with doing a poem with you as well as my story with Emma since no one else seems to want to do a poem, or you can do a fantasy story with ZNZ. Once/if you see this, make a thread whichever way you choose, either with "Meadow and lavendershy" or "Meadow and ZNZ." That type thing.
And Ema, I'm' sorry that no one else has chosen sci-fi so far. :P
Cheers,
lavendershy
(January 15, 2010 - 11:21 am)
Lav? Did you make the thread for Emilie and me? Only I can't find it if you did make it...
(January 16, 2010 - 11:55 pm)