Extracts, Characters and Questions

Okay.

So, I've been writing. Basically just a little scenario will occur in my head and then I type it up. My characters have wills of their own. I don't make them do anything, they do it themselves. I'm becoming one of those writers who are dominated by their characters. It's an odd sensation, knowing that I can't control them like I'm suppossed to. For example, I wrote this one part, and all of a sudden, Nora (The Main-ish Character) walked over, sat cross-legged in front of a fireplace and actually used the word "Dude". I never thought any of my characters would say that, but no matter how hard I try, Nora will not use the other character's (Jared - You find out how interesting he becomes ^^) real name. She can be really stubborn. Anyway! I have an extract and a question. Extract first.

I only have two extract's that don't give away too much so... It makes more sense to give you this one first. It welcomes a new character - Puppet.

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"Shall we?" Edgar grinned.

Nora hesitated. Edgar's adrenaline corrupted smirk fell as the answer failed to reach his ears. He looked over to Nora and frowned, confusion settling on his face.

"Something's wrong..." she muttered. Nora warily focused on their opponents movements. She didn't look too keen on fighting them. More like she wanted to run. She looked scared.

As the realisation of this fact hit Nora, her eyes widened. She didn't know how to deal with a scared opponent. Their enemies were ferocious, brutal and insane. She'd never seen them looking... shy. Edgar followed her gaze, and after a while started to come to the same, startling conclusion. He wondered why she hadn't attacked them yet, while they were defencelessly frowning at her. She just stood there, fidgeting, nervously playing with the plain grey ribbons on her immense weapon that matched the ones in her faded blonde hair.

"Puppet!" her weakened master raged. "Kill them!"

The small girl looked at him in response, nodded slightly and turned on her attackers. There was no change to her vacant, shy expression as she walked towards them, dragging her huge Scythe behind her, leaving an ear-piercing, cacophonous screech.

Nora and Edgar gasped in disbelief as the petite girl stopped about five feet away from them, effortlessly lifted the massive blade and settled into a fighting stance.

"How can she hold that thing?!" Nora cried. Edgar was too stunned to even venture a logical explanation. With her skinny arms hoisting the Scythe above her head, she again waited for the confirmation of her master.

"What are you waiting for?!" he screamed. "I said kill them!"

The small girl sighed softly, "Why must I keep killing them?" Her voice was weak and nothing more than a mutter. Not waiting for an answer, she swiftly glided towards them.

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SO! There is a sample of what I've been doing. And now my question - or, more of a pondering. I was sorting through various directions my plotline could go, when I started wondering what people were planning. I'd like to know if we're all going to make our books a novel, or a series. I wouldn't normally plan something like that, but I would need to know where my story was going if I were to choose - there are certain events, that if I include at the end of the story, I can't go any further. But, I could also span it out through a trilogy or something. I guess it would work either way, but it might help to know now.

If you could leave your thoughts on my question, my writing or my characters (all include improvements ^^) I'd be very grateful! Thanks!

Ah, progress.

Ah, but how glorious is progress? 'Tis very glorious indeed.
  I still have to write my plot, even though I've written eleven pages.
I always write a few pages before a plot. I have an idea as to what the ending will be, but that's about it.
So, now I must scour my brain for ideas. Well Brain, have anything to say before I scour you?
  No, you cannot have a new set of ears. Ears are mine, not yours. So greedy.
  Anyway, I feel as if this is going to be good, be fun!
  I have a girl character who came in on about the fifth or sixth page. Her name is Quinn.
  I like Quinn. She's annoying. Annoying is fun to write. >:)
  Also, Sarthacus WILL be back. Oh yes he will. *thunder and lightning*
  MWAHAHAHAHA!!! MWAHHAAAA! MWAAAAHHAAAAAAHAAAAAA!!!!

  Also, there may be a certain witch who may or may not try to suck everyone's soul out and add them to her own to be immortal. Probably won't be though. 0:)

...I'm Stuck...Oh, and a sample

...I'm stuck...

But I haven't hit a wall. Noo, just a fence. It's not that tall of a fence, and all I have to do if find a way over.  I'm smart. I can find the resources.

...Okay, metaphorical speaking put aside, I'm a bit stuck on where I should go next with my story. I'm one of those people who NEEDS to write from beginning to end, not going around from one part to another.

But...It's just so many ideas...

I have sooo many ideas buzzing around my head, how things could turn out in later books, but I need everything to PERFECTLY add up to when they make the D.A..

It's just me putting random coincidences, I guess.

It's just-

TWINKIE! I LOVE YOU!

*dives down and gives her weird dog a hug*

*bolts off to write about the next coincidence inspired by her dog, but not before leaving the bloggers a sample*

NAME: Mirtil (Mir) Lucifer

AGE: 15

OCCUPATION: Homework Hating Artist.

Mirtil Lucifer sat at the back of the class, doodling randomly in a big, white sketchbook, zoning out all the noise around her. She didn't like school particularly, but it was time to see her friends, so she put up with it.

A girl with honey brown hair slid into the seat next to her, shoulders shaking slightly as she laughed.

Mir looked up. “What?”

Thalia Marlo grinned, tapping her fingers on the desk to a fast-paced rhythm. “I bumped into Ratchet and Ariah on the way here. Apparently, that new girl isn't one to fall under Dee's evil reign.”

Mir whistled. “Cool. March Donnelly, right?”

“That's her.”

“Ah. She seemed different.” Mir looked at Thalia, then began to draw her friend in her sketchbook, inspiration suddenly striking. Black cargo jacket, flashlight in hand, and cocky insane look on her face. It was a rough sketch, but it was all for practice. She'd do a more detailed one when she got home.

“I knew there was something strange going on about the teachers here.” Thalia said.

“Well,” Mir looked up, “There always was something weird. We were just too young to realize it.”

“Yeah...” Thalia paused. “I'm kind of disappointed in myself that I didn't...Not to mention that for a bit I thought I was going insane for thinking it.”

There was silence for a few more minutes. Well, all for the other kids in the class, the sound of the hallway, and the other little background noises.

“Hey, Thal.” Mir poked her friend, distracting her from the big textbook she was looking at.

“Eh?”

Mirtil pointed to the drawing. “Can you draw algebra equations or something in the background? It confuses me.”

Thalia started scribbling advanced equations with a bright blue pen, her face contorted in a mix between concentration and joy. Mir cracked up laughing, and the taller girl looked at her.

“What?” Thalia blinked. “Do I have something on my face?”

“Yep.” Mir smiled.

After a moment, Thalia spoke again. “Are you going to tell me what?”

“Nope.” Mir shook her head.

Thalia raised an eyebrow, but when back to writing equations. “So,” she said, “What's up? You're acting all sleep deprived and weird.”

Mir yawned In reply. “The chemistry teacher thought it'd be funny to give me extra homework. 20 extra pages to be exact.”

Thalia's jaw dropped. “20!”

“20. I'd be getting revenge if I weren't so tired.”

“And off too...” Thalia finished. She handed Mir the sketch back. “Here.”

Mir nodded. “Thanks.” She leaned back in her chair, eyes closed. It was just so tempting to fall asleep...but nah, she couldn't. She'd just not do homework tonight or something. Spend that time sleeping.

The brown haired girl frowned sub-consciously. Homework didn't prove anything. Why was there even such a thing as homework? All it did was take time away from other things. She liked chemistry, she really did, but she absolutely despised the teacher. And he despised her. It wasn't a very friendly relationship. One day, Mirtil was going to loose it and go maniac on him.

Mir would much rather be fighting something, or doing some kind of violent workout. Maybe she should pick up Karate. Get a good workout, beating up a dummy or something. Meanwhile, she could only terrorize the boys during dodgeball. Couldn't do baseball, however. When the bat made connection with the ball, it tended to splinter into thousands of little pieces.

Because she couldn't do that, however, she was stuck being an artist. She couldn't even be a mad scientist in school. Mir didn't really want her time wasted with being yelled at. But, on the second thought...who couldn't want a little beginning of year explosion?

“Hey, what do you think of the new substitute?” Thalia leaned her head to the side, rising Mir from her daydream. “Seems a bit different, doesn't he?”

Mir opened her eyes, looking to the front. There was a sub, of about 30 or so years old. He had blond hair, and had on a blue shirt and black pants, but a florescent yellow tie. He seemed to have a nice air around him.

Mir blinked. “He looks like a goofball with that tie.” she stated. “Who wears that color?”

“Apparently...him.” Thalia said slowly.

The two girls looked at each other, then burst into hysterical laughter.

Silent Moon

This is... a dead end. But I like it anyway, I just don't want to do sci-fi anymore... I'm also pretty sure its about a year old.

Dreams aren’t like how I remember…

I’m floating – I think. In space. Usually this impossibility would bother me, but at the moment I can’t summon up the willpower to care. An angels voice drifts by asking me something I cannot hear and I try to reply, filled with a swift certainty that terrible things will happen if I don’t. after trying for gods knows how long I find myself giggling hysterically, then suddenly Im falling, falling, falling up or down I don’t know or care but still falling forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and falling and falling and…

I

Awakening

“Did he just giggle? ‘Cause I am not having gigglers on my ship, I don’t care what you think”

I try to move, to speak, but everything, even the air, feels like lead.

“No, but you care what I do, and what I know. And I know he looks like…damn his brainwaves are spiking! Throw me the red capsule before he has a heart attack. That would be a pity…”

I hear footsteps and something pierce my arm. An excruciating, pulsating something.

“Fuck Almighty!” someone shouts.

I hear laughter both soft and dark. It seems like it was me who shouted

“Fuck almighty. Alright, he probably is Arrons kid. But lets get some more out of him before we assume anything else.”

“No. he needs some time to recuperate. Let him sleep.”

Even as she speaks it I feel more and more tired. So I decide to sleep, but only for a moment, or maybe two…

When I wake all the pain has gone and I feel almost weightless. I open my eyes and see that Im in a small medical room that should have been pure white and impeccably clan and tidy, like the ones in the hospital back home, but was instead light blue with a dark steel desk in the corner. The walls are covered in chaotic shelves and cupboards with no discernable order and suspicious burgundy stains splattered on the floor. Realizing that I have no idea where I am so knowing my surroundings is pointless, I attempt to get up from the bed. Ignoring the feeling of numbness from my limbs I swing my legs off the bed and place my feet on the floor. My face shortly follows. Along with an amused exhale from the other side of the room.

“Trying to run before you can even sit up straight is not the smartest thing I’ve ever seen. Mind you it’s not the most stupid either” the owner of the airy voice pulls one of my arms over her neck and hoists me lightly back onto the bed then draws up a chair and sits next to me.

“So” she says crossing her legs and leaning heavily backwards “You can call me Æva. You’ve got approximately five hours before you can fully walk again. What would you like to know?”

Bibliophilia

http://bookish.tumblr.com/ OH DEAR GOD. SO MUCH BOOOOOOOOOOOOKS.
Its full of tips and help and just plain love for writers and books. <3

Also, just a note - Write because you love it, because it hurts not to. Don't write because you think you should. Writing for a deadline, or because someone says you must is the fastest way to writers block, for me.
If you do get writers block, go explore DeviantART, or Tumblr, or listen to some new music, inside or outside your usual genre. I know half a ton of links, webcomics are actually quite good for inspiration...
TV lolwuts that? ;)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oDleHTVaIWY and
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WbN0nX61rIs&ob=av2e

Irish Names

Hey, I was wondering if y'all could help me with some good Irish male names. The only one I know is McDonald ;P
At least... I think that's Irish O.o
So I don't know many to say the least....

The character is male, red brown hair, different colored eyes, and age about 16 or 17, to give you some idea. :D

Thalia Has Something To Say

Well, it's the second day of October, everyone!
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Y'know, I was going to make this post at what would have been midnight for me last night, but there is a possibility that I fell asleep, and now I can't remember half of what I was going to say to you all.

Ah well.


You better all be writing. I know I am. You see, I think was going to tell you all what my plot is, but then I remembered that I'm working on about four drafts at once. Yes, four. I bounce around with ideas a lot. It's hard for me to find one I like. So I don't want to tell you all one thing, then do something completely different.

Anyway, that is all. Stop reading my ramblings and write!