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comicfan posted a blog entry in Wayne's UpdatesOkay get ready cause this is going to be a quick but wild entry. First off I got a few gifts for holiday. Two of them were from people here on the site. It would be remiss of me to not to thank them, and I have. How can you go wrong with cook books or collections of comic books if you know me? They have good taste is all I can say. The gifts from my family, well lets just say that they were lacking. Who would expect that the oddest gifts, the ones you don't know what to do with, you know you certainly won't use, and know you can't exchange, would come from your own family? Odd. Then there were the two gifts I gave those who follow me. The latest chapter of Seeon is up and on time. The final chapter of Accidents Happen is in the hands of Jian and Intune. When they get done that chapter goes up and the story is done. I know it feels like a Christmas miracle. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed your holiday and your gifts were things you like and can enjoy. Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.
MikeL posted a topic in The LoungeMerry Christmas!
2014 Christmas Reading List
Renee Stevens posted a topic in The LoungeI'm putting together a "Christmas Reading List" for the blog! If you want your Holiday themed story to be on it, then please PM me with your story name and a link to the story page. Limit of one story per author, so if you have more than one holiday story, pick which one you'd like on the list and PM me! Requests to be on the list can ONLY come from the author. Put the subject as "Christmas Reading List" I'll accept additions until December 19th.
Iso Beta Reader
comicfan posted a topic in Writer's Circle's EditorsWith the announcement of the special Anthology allowing a writer to take on any of the past Anthology topics how could I not try to do this? What I need of a Beta - You are the reader, the first one to see the story outside of myself. i need someone willing to use that red pen. Tell me where I went overboard with details, where I need more details, where I missed words or used the wrong one. Hey, I never claimed to be perfect and anyone who has worked with me will tell you I am far from it. So comments and corrections are great. Don't have to worry about every little comma or whatever. I have a great editor who will fix that for me. What I write in - I use Word 7. Yes an old program but so is my computer. I am easy to get along with but if you are suggesting a change it helps if I know why. Word length - 1791 words - about five pages. Genre - Fiction What is it about? Basically the story is about Bill Mason on Christmas Eve. I don't want to give it all away, but if the sample below appeals to you contact me and let's see if we can work together. Sample -
One year out, one year in...?
paya posted a blog entry in Tropical ParadiseThis was a really interesting year. Last year, just right before Christmas, I told my sister that she might not have a sister-in-law but a brother-in law... After Christmas I told my Mum as well. Since then the number of people I came out to expanded to nice round 10. These people form sort of my "inner circle", some gyrate closer to me, some further, but they are nevertheless my close friends. How was a year out? I tried to come with one adjective - the most appropriate would be "eye-opening". I slightly touched the local gay "pop-culture", the "meat market", I even spent a night in a hotel owned by gays and I saw their darkroom . I found out that there are many gays in the city, and I got to realize that they are all the same as "straight" people. Maybe more vain. But I can't be so negative. Everyone knows that I met here the love of my life, my SUPERLATIVE boyfriend about whom I tend to brag endlessly, so I have to control myself. Moreover, he's coming over tomorrow and he will be mine for almost two weeks! That's almost an eternity in a long-distance relationship. Apart of my personal life, I also found my first real job, considered quitting my Ph.D. and then reconsidered, met new people and expanded my horizons towards economy and accounting and I already have plans for future development... shortly it was not only one year out, but also one year in the middle of work, school, travel and LOVE I wish all of you who read this blog MERRY CHRISTMAS and a happy, successful, loving and placid new year 2011. Hopefully the new decade will bring us more happiness than the last one.
Just A Math Equation
Drew Espinosa posted a blog entry in Drew's Slice of Piy=ln((x/m)-sa)/r2 yr2=ln((x/m)-sa eyrr=(x/m)-sa merry=x-mas Merry Christmas Everyone!!! Have fun today and tomorrow, spending time with friends and family!
Yettie One posted a topic in The LoungeMy sister sent me this on FB today, and it really touched my heart. Sometimes kids really show us up ey? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BMroVpNoCw0 That is one lucky dad and one very special little girl. I hope they have a fantastic christmas.
I've been doing a number of stories for different Anthologies and not getting much else out this year. I apologize. Been a bad year. However I have gone to work on a story that has been rattling around in my head. I have the first two chapters of what will probably be a six chapter story done. I am hoping to post the first chapter on Christmas. Consider it my gift to those of you who still enjoy getting a tale out me. Here is a part of the first chapter. Be warned not corrected, beta read, or edited. Just a sample of what you will be getting. Last Christmas They say that time is the great healer. It allows pains and regrets to fade away, for people to heal, and for life to move you forward. However, sometimes all time does is allow the wounds of life to fester, for time to stand still as heart freezes and turns cold. For Frank all the trouble began last year when his walls were broken down and life flowed in to overwhelm him. Frank pulled the hat down low over his ears, slipped on his gloves, and marched out into the cold autumn wind. The wind picked up the leaves and swirled them into flowing masses of slick brown, orange, and red waves that eventually began to stick together as the freezing November rain came pouring down. He moved slowly, his limp barely visible as he climbed into his battered old truck and started the engine. He sat letting the truck engine warm up before he turned the heat on, eased out of his driveway, and into the roadway. The silence of the cab was punctuated by the slap, slap, slap of the windshield wipers and the hiss of his car’s heater. Here the roads were empty, but he knew it wouldn’t be long till the roads were packed as people would be rushing out to get to early Black Friday sales. As Frank pulled up to the traffic light at his corner, he noticed the house on his left had already decorated for Christmas with colored lights and yard figures. “Damn idiots are just going to have a huge electric bill for all that,” he mumbled as he waited for the light to turn green and moved on into the main drag that would bring him to work. The last year had changed a lot of things in his life and Frank just wanted to work and be left alone. Just ahead he spied the entrance to the parking lot behind his business. He signaled, turned and was surprised to see the large lot was nearly full. He found a parking spot in the back corner, locked his truck up and made his way slowly to the store. He knew he wouldn’t have a huge rush of people but he hoped to draw a few in with his stuff. The idea of running a store where everything was handmade was rare and hard to do anymore. Frank made it to the back of the store and opened the door. The building was cold but he knew between the kiln and the lights the place would soon be toasty warm. He had a bunch of new plates ready to go, glazes done, and a pitcher as well. Now he would sit and carve out some new pieces out of wood. He had already carved two new crèches and a chess set. He hoped people would enjoy his take on the world of magic as he had created a chess board of good and evil, elves and ogres, castles and decrepit keeps, unicorns and Minotaurs. The stains and paints had done a lot to make the figures look spectacular. He hadn’t really been in the Christmas mood for a number of years. His parent’s health had taken a turn for the worst two years ago and he had lost them within weeks of each other. Then his brother, who had been in the Army for fifteen years, came home on leave to spend time with his wife and kids, only to be shot and killed by some twelve year old kid who wanted to get into a gang. His sister-in-law had fallen apart initially, but her desire to do right by her children forced her to pull herself together. That was great for the kids, however it meant she took a job that removed what little family he had left in his life and transferred them across the country. Then, of course, there was his accident.
Christmas Real Or Fake?
Sasha Distan posted a topic in The LoungeSo, what's your tree like? When do you/did you put it up? And what's on it? Any favourite, special decorations?
A True Christmas Story (Warning, Tissues Will Be Needed)
Caz Pedroso posted a topic in The LoungeThis was posted on Facebook by a friend and i had to share it - The "WHITE ENVELOPE" is brilliant! I think we will be adopting this tradition. Christmas Story: For the Man Who Hated Christmas By Nancy W. Gavin It's just a small, white envelope stuck among the branches of our Christmas tree. No name, no identification, no inscription. It has peeked through the branches of our tree for the past ten years. It all began because my husband Mike hated Christmas. Oh, not the true meaning of Christmas, but the commercial aspects of it—overspending and the frantic running around at the last minute to get a tie for Uncle Harry and the dusting powder for Grandma—the gifts given in desperation because you couldn't think of anything else. Knowing he felt this way, I decided one year to bypass the usual shirts, sweaters, ties and so forth. I reached for something special just for Mike. The inspiration came in an unusual way. Our son Kevin, who was 12 that year, was on the wrestling team at the school he attended. Shortly before Christmas, there was a non-league match against a team sponsored by an inner-city church. These youngsters, dressed in sneakers so ragged that shoestrings seemed to be the only thing holding them together, presented a sharp contrast to our boys in their spiffy blue and gold uniforms and sparkling new wrestling shoes. As the match began, I was alarmed to see that the other team was wrestling without headgear, a kind of light helmet designed to protect a wrestler's ears. It was a luxury the ragtag team obviously could not afford. Well, we ended up walloping them. We took every weight class. Mike, seated beside me, shook his head sadly, "I wish just one of them could have won," he said. "They have a lot of potential, but losing like this could take the heart right out of them.” Mike loved kids—all kids. He so enjoyed coaching little league football, baseball and lacrosse. That's when the idea for his present came. That afternoon, I went to a local sporting goods store and bought an assortment of wrestling headgear and shoes, and sent them anonymously to the inner-city church. On Christmas Eve, I placed a small, white envelope on the tree, the note inside telling Mike what I had done, and that this was his gift from me. Mike's smile was the brightest thing about Christmas that year. And that same bright smile lit up succeeding years. For each Christmas, I followed the tradition—one year sending a group of mentally handicapped youngsters to a hockey game, another year a check to a pair of elderly brothers whose home had burned to the ground the week before Christmas, and on and on. The white envelope became the highlight of our Christmas. It was always the last thing opened on Christmas morning, and our children—ignoring their new toys—would stand with wide-eyed anticipation as their dad lifted the envelope from the tree to reveal its contents. As the children grew, the toys gave way to more practical presents, but the small, white envelope never lost its allure. The story doesn't end there. You see, we lost Mike last year due to dreaded cancer. When Christmas rolled around, I was still so wrapped in grief that I barely got the tree up. But Christmas Eve found me placing an envelope on the tree. And the next morning, I found it was magically joined by three more. Unbeknownst to the others, each of our three children had for the first time placed a white envelope on the tree for their dad. The tradition has grown and someday will expand even further with our grandchildren standing to take down that special envelope. Mike's spirit, like the Christmas spirit will always be with us.
Christmas At Famous-Barr By Ac Benus
Timothy M. posted a topic in Promoted Author Discussion ForumThis story topic is for AC Benus' historical Christmas Holiday Novella about Saint Louis' most prominent department store Famous-Barr. The first story is being posted: Katie's Sketchbook - Christmas at Famous-Barr 1976 and you can learn more about Famous-Barr and enjoy pictures in AC's blog and gallery. I would never have thought reading about the history of a department store could be so interesting. As one of the comments said: "Now You are being a Living Encyclopedia." But I guess it's not the first time AC has awed his readers by the depth of his research and attention to historical facts and details. If you're ready to get into a holiday mood or want to follow one of AC's amazing love stories, check out Katie's Sketchbook. I promise you won't be disappointed. And join us here to discuss themes and topics of the Novella.