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I tried it last year. I got through about 12 pages but gave up. 

greenflash wrote:

I tried it last year. I got through about 12 pages but gave up. 

I'm going to try next year 

I'll probably fail, but I want to give it a go. 

keikij wrote:

I like to write    let me find what I have of Fallen Stars so I can post it...



My favorite book is... Um...

Good Omens XD I love that book.

Prologue: A New Arrival in Reven
     The breeze gently tossed Heather's blond hair behind her as she walked along the shore of the only beach in Reven. She wore a white blouse and light blue jeans, her deep blue eyes looked up into the night sky. She sighed as she walked. She loved getting away from her family and having time to herself. Tomorrow she would turn 16, it would be her favorite day of her life. Sweet 16, she looked back down and saw smoke coming from further down the beach. She ran towards it and skidded to a halt at the edge of a smoke filled crater.

     Vexen lied there with his eyes closed. His Slick black hair now ruined and his jeans ripped. His dark green t-shirt was covered with patches of dirt and red stains of blood. He slowly opened his eyes and saw a girl looking down at him from the edge of the crater. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. He looked at her with his emerald green eyes and stood up. "Um, hello." He mumbled somewhat dazed. "I'm, um, Vexen? Yeah Vexen." He said climbing out of the crater.

     Heather looked at Vexen with a confused look on her face. "I'm Heather," she said still sort of freaked out from finding him in that crater. "How did you end up here?" She asked helping him out of the crater. "I don't know," He answered. "Um, maybe I should take you to Mayor James," She said, pulling Vexen towards the town hall.

    Vexen looked at the colorful lights of Reven, they were everywhere he looked. He looked ahead of them and saw a formal looking building with a bill board in front of it. Heather opened the door and led him in to the mayor. The mayor was a somewhat plump man with a formal blue shirt and nice black pants.

    The mayor turned into his chair to see Heather and a new boy he had never seen before. "Why hello Heather, and who, is this disgusting boy," He said. Vexen glares at the mayor angrily. "This is Vexen, I found him in a crater on the beach, can we help him, give him a place to stay?" Heather asked hopefully. "Vexen, you may stay in the Dreamwalker residence, but I'll be keeping an eye on you, Heather, could you leave, I'd like to ask our friend here a few questions."
Heather obediently turned around and walked out the open door, closing it as she left.
    "Okay then Vexen, might I ask why you are here?" The mayor demanded suspiciously. "I don't know why I am here, I just woke up in the crater Heather found me in." Vexen replied. "Answer me now," The mayor demanded. "I don't know!" Vexen insisted. Heather ran in after hearing all the yelling. "What's wrong?" she asked, almost yelling, looking from the mayor, to Vexen. "Nothing," the mayor said quickly. "Then come on Vexen, we have to go now." Heather said to Vexen.  Vexen glared at the mayor as Heather dragged him away. "What's his problem," Vexen thought.

I wrote this over the summer, I don't think it's that good though 

It's actually quite good 

A few punctuation mistakes, but the full story would sound pretty good 

My favorite book is The Giver =3 Warning-The Giver is banned from MANY countries for a reason. It will change they way you look at things.
I thought the giver was brilliant because it introduced us what could happen in the future, and t made me realize what is happening now.
I wrote a novel =3 im trying to get it published    but it WILL take YEARS. Chris Paloni's Eragon book took 5-6 years to get published. My novel is titled, The Truth and it is 325 pages    i have been writeing it for 2 years 

I really wanted to do NaNoWriMo, but I only heard about it on about the 28th DX.
I wrote my best unfinished work when I was about 8, and a supply teacher asked to "take it home for marking". I never saw that teacher again, but I saw THEIR NAME on the cover of a book my little brother was reading a couple of months ago, so I picked it up, and read the first few pages. They were EXACTLY the same words, except the main character's name (Charlie) was substituted (for Jack or Joey, I can't remember which). I flipped to the back of the book (my original paper wasn't finished), and the ending was SO weak (I think in the published version, it ended out that the main characters escaped from the fortress by "Oh, I had a key all along"). I'm still angry about that one >   so I don't share my writing except with family and close friends (and a few TRUSTED teachers).

I wrote this in one evening. My English teacher was pleased.

It was dark.
A huge building with a lot of chimneys, some of them wide, some of them very thin but tall. Lots of pipes and cables were coming out of the dirty cube, the main building of the Chernobyl Nuclear Power Station, or more precisely, the remains of it. A huge concrete-and-lead “sarcophagus” was still over the remains of the reactor that exploded, but it didn’t deflect the radiation any more – there were huge cracks going all over it, and pieces of it lying around. This place was totally abandoned. Totally except…
A young man dashed through the remains of the power station in a lead suit (radiation was still present) to a door, exceptionally new-looking. He knocked; not as the doors are knocked normally, but in a complicated pattern which worked as some sort of password. Something clicked – the small camera with a microphone and a speaker appeared when a small flap in a door opened.
“Who are you?” The speaker said with a female voice.
“Tim Daqui, Alpha Zero Five,” the man said.
“Password?”
“Three miles off the road, then turn right to a danger zone…”
“Well done. You may come in, Tim.”
The door open with a metallic creak, and Tim walked into a very dark hallway. The door shut behind him. The lights turned on, revealing the hallway to be an automatic radiation cleaning chamber. Tim took the HAZMAT  suit off and stood on a platform. It started moving slowly, through a series of showers, powder-puffers and UV lights, to ensure Tim’s totally clean and there’s no chance for radiation to get further. He wore the normal clothes – jeans and black t-shirt – and then walked out the chamber. The lights turned off. As he walked through a corridor, the light followed him, so only the place he was in was lit. Then, he turned left, opened the door and entered the staircase. There was strange lighting there – light built in the floor, that was brightest in the place where Tim was standing, and five meters away it was almost off. Tim climbed up to the second floor and got to a corridor, very similar to this one on the ground floor. He walked to the end, and then turned left to the bedroom section. He found his bedroom and opened the door. But inside his bedroom there was nothing he'd expect to be. Instead, there was a lot of stuff he wouldn't expect to be, such as parts of wooden box, red glowing crystals, omega-clearance documents and something that looked like a carnivore plant. And a bed, simple metal-and-mattress construction, just like in the army. But the mattress was completely ripped and pieces of sponge-like filling were lying around in an interesting pattern which, at any chance, could indicate that someone was looking for something in the mattress. The wardrobes were open and all the contents were pulled out onto the floor. Tim was standing in the middle of this, looking at the carnivore plant suspiciously. It burped suddenly, releasing a very smelly gas. Tim picked up the phone and said:
“Tim's here. Can somebody tell me what happed to my room?”
There was silence for a minute, then a yawning could be heard.
“Erm... Room.... waitaminute... C three zero six one, isn't it?” a very sleepy voice said.
“YES IT IS! Now tell me what the hell happened to my room?!”
“Ye-[yawn]-eah... Looks like you have... erm.... carnivore plant, some sort of crystals -”
“Oh really? I must have gone blind!” said Tim very sarcastically, then he added: “Look. I know it's three AM, but what's wrong with this place? No-one's in the corridors, lightsaving on the ground floor, stairs inactive lighting below normal, and carnivore plants eating Obamium-312  and burping with lethal gas are just in the rooms as they're meant to be there!”
“Hmm... I'm afraid it's out of my hands right now. I'm calling the boss...”
“SPEAKING!!!!”
“Aghh! I mean, I'm very sorry... I'll see what I can do...”
The phone went dead, leaving Tim with a phone in his hand and a mix of anger and astonishment on his face.
“Burp?,” the plant burped.


The day just ended in a beautiful sunset, but no-one was watching it. People living underground didn't pay much attention to what happens on the surface. Not in year 2075. Well, at least not in London. Of course, some people in the HAZMATs were combing the city or lurking around the skyscrapers in the areas formerly known as Canary Wharf and The City. They were all looking for things that could be helpful, which is, generally speaking, almost everything a man could carry. Maybe except some machine-like pieces that uttered strange sounds when someone was trying to touch it. A few wild horses were eating wild grass in the wild area of Mudchute, when a group in camouflage suits approached the area.
“Oh man, look at this! I mean, how could it be only ten years for the Nature to take what’s hers! Over.”
Radio hissed a bit, and then the Switchboard came in.
“Anthony, you’re here not to admire the Nature, but to get some blood samples. Over.”
“Yes, yes, Switchboard. Alright, guys. Let’s do this. Over and out.”
The group hesitated a bit, but then they slowly moved forward. A little pony was running a bit too far away from the main pack, and the distance was short enough to fire a shot almost unseen. And that’s what they actually did. The pony fell down soon after the red tranquilizer dart hit him. One of the men walked to the pony and got the blood sampling device out of his backpack. He put the end of the device over a vein, and pulled the trigger. Then, the sample was ready. They quickly ran away to the Mudchute DLR station. The DLR logo could still be seen, but the train that was on the track looked far more advanced than trains that used to run on these tracks. The engine started, and then they gone away into the tunnel.