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Author Craft / What do you think?
« on: February 03, 2007, 09:04:52 PM »
I want to post the beginning of what could be a long story or book.
Main character: Lolita (Lola) Harris
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“The world is not what it seems”
That should be our slogan. Or catchphrase.
It was the damn truth when I found myself mingling with wizards, witches, something-kinetics, were-whatevers, vampires, angels, devils and demons. And what am I? Just some girl that got caught in the middle of everything. I can’t create something out of nothing. I can’t levitate or lift items 100 times my own weight (I can barely lift my own weight regardless). I can’t change my shape or fly or do anything physical with the power of my mind.
So why, oh why, am I friends with these people. And why did they befriend me?
I have the power of being human. You laugh now, but there are some pretty sweet things we can do that they can’t. Like… um… okay, you can laugh. But I do have a gift that has nothing to do with the mystical or the genetically altered.
I notice things.
Before, this “gift” gave me nothing but grief. “Wondering Eyes” I believe is what is used to describe it. I’d look at a person and they’d think I’m a freak. I’d stare into nothing and people would snap their fingers at me. Friends thought I was just creepy, but they kinda liked that about me, hence why they were my friends.
We were in the ballroom of a secret building. Yeah, mysterious ain’t it? No one was really dressed up, so I didn’t bother. Everyone has seen all my nice clothes already, the few that I had.
So I stood by a table pressed against the wall loaded with food. The plate in my hand was brimming with cheeses, meats, veggies, fruits, and candies. I don’t get to eat like this often, so I took what I could.
I was wearing my absolute favorite pants: baggy, blue cargo shorts that felt as if it was made of a silk/cotton blend (though really it was polyester). My x-large, black t-shirt read, “Never Underestimate the Power of Stupid People in Large Groups”.
Maybe that should be our slogan!
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That's just the beginning. I'm writing more as we speak. I don't have any Betas (not really sure how to get one anyway).
So..... what do you think?
*sits in chair, biting fingernails"
Main character: Lolita (Lola) Harris
**************************************
“The world is not what it seems”
That should be our slogan. Or catchphrase.
It was the damn truth when I found myself mingling with wizards, witches, something-kinetics, were-whatevers, vampires, angels, devils and demons. And what am I? Just some girl that got caught in the middle of everything. I can’t create something out of nothing. I can’t levitate or lift items 100 times my own weight (I can barely lift my own weight regardless). I can’t change my shape or fly or do anything physical with the power of my mind.
So why, oh why, am I friends with these people. And why did they befriend me?
I have the power of being human. You laugh now, but there are some pretty sweet things we can do that they can’t. Like… um… okay, you can laugh. But I do have a gift that has nothing to do with the mystical or the genetically altered.
I notice things.
Before, this “gift” gave me nothing but grief. “Wondering Eyes” I believe is what is used to describe it. I’d look at a person and they’d think I’m a freak. I’d stare into nothing and people would snap their fingers at me. Friends thought I was just creepy, but they kinda liked that about me, hence why they were my friends.
We were in the ballroom of a secret building. Yeah, mysterious ain’t it? No one was really dressed up, so I didn’t bother. Everyone has seen all my nice clothes already, the few that I had.
So I stood by a table pressed against the wall loaded with food. The plate in my hand was brimming with cheeses, meats, veggies, fruits, and candies. I don’t get to eat like this often, so I took what I could.
I was wearing my absolute favorite pants: baggy, blue cargo shorts that felt as if it was made of a silk/cotton blend (though really it was polyester). My x-large, black t-shirt read, “Never Underestimate the Power of Stupid People in Large Groups”.
Maybe that should be our slogan!
************************************
That's just the beginning. I'm writing more as we speak. I don't have any Betas (not really sure how to get one anyway).
So..... what do you think?
*sits in chair, biting fingernails"