Surprise!

Hey, everybody!
Well, I didn't expect my internet to be broken for so long-still is. So I'm going to go ahead and work around it as much as possible and continue with that surprise I was going to do because of your hard work... ages ago. lol
I'm really excited about it! Wanted to do it ages ago, [even more ages] but stuff kept getting in the way! Anyway, stuff's still in the way, but I'm ignoring it. :P
ANYWAY! [Is it just me, or do I say "anyway" a lot?] I'll tell you the details in a minute... FIRST... I have to tell you what the surprise IS!



So ~drumroll~

An artist on deviantart is going to be commissioned to draw your OC! 
~dances with confetti~

Details!
Well, we decided the order should be random so I did this very technical process including a styrofoam cup and several scraps of paper. ;D
I'll show the list in a minute, but I wanted to say that I'm not sure if some of you have OC's. One or two off the top of my head are Alli and greatmaul. I'm not sure if you two do or not and maybe a few others. If you could make one or post yours on Lizzy's blog- thespotforbios.blogspot.com [email her to join or ask a member to help] - that would be great, and also, if you have a different name for your character than your username is, if you'd comment and tell me what it is, that would be much appreciated. :D. If I get to you on the list and can't find an OC, I'll skip to the next person till I can get up with you and find out.
By the way, 


 Here's first the list out of order then I'll make it in order....

 

  • Rachel 16


  • Florence Black 34


  • Natalie Jay 21


  • Mar-Chu 10


  • Niall, the Guy With a Boring Name. 12


  • Alli 6


  • Lunar Tears 11


  • NJ Maverick 20


  • Nyx Dawn 28


  • That Lakinson Guy 30


  • Elisabeth Vauge, royal guard of the grand purple couple 27


  • greatmaul 32


  • Pyro-Dawn Tyromant - Lord of the Armies of the Desert Sun 26


  • ghost writer 25


  • Tori 24


  • Venice Rain 22


  • Blood Butterflies  1


  • Skyril 36

  • the All Singing All Dancing Bryony Rose

    Aficionados 33

  • Dantea Dredkin, Grand Mange of America and Steampunk
    Feisghn ~ Acacia Volt. 23


  • Chanoro Flashfreeze 31


  • Gepard Valk - Lord Of The Skies 17


  • Ayesha 22


  • Darkane Claw 3


  • Thalia Jane 7


  • Lilith Nightshade... 5


  • lego 2


  • Jaffa Morbid 35


  • Octaboona Ambrosius- Paragon of the Purple Horde 16


  • DogsLikeBones 8


  • Kalia Mist 13


  • Rue Nightlocke 9


  • Vivianna- the Girl With the Demonic Imagination 4


  • Desswarph Cwash 3


  • Kallista Pendragon 30









  • 1 Blood Butterflies
    2 Lego
    3 Darkane Claw
    4 Vivianna
    5 Lilith Nightshade
    6 Alli
    7 Thalia Jane
    8 DogsLikeBones
    9 Rue Nightlocke
    10 Mar-chu
    11 Lunar Tears
    12 Niall
    13 Kalia Mist
    14 Rachel
    15 Octaboona Ambrosius
    16 Nyx Willows
    17 Gepard Valk
    18 Bryony Rose
    19 NJ Maverick
    20 Natalie Jay
    21 Venice rain
    22 Ayesha
    23 Acacia Volt
    24 Tori
    25 Ghost Writer
    26 Pyro-Dawn Tyromant
    27 Elisabeth Vauge
    28 Nyx Dawn
    29 That Lakinson Guy
    30 Kallista Pendragon
    31 Chanoro Flashfreeze
    32 Greatmaul
    33 Dantea Dredkin
    34 Florence Black
    35 Jaffa Morbid
    36 Skyril



    The artist, of course, takes a bit of time to get it made, but as soon as it gets out, and I get to it, I'll post it here. :D I'll most likely always use the same artist every time. I would post some examples, but for some reason this comp I'm using won't let me download pics -_-. I'll try again later

    Anyway! Keep up the hard work! And keep coming here! Talk about problems and idea, encourage others, most of all, write! :]

    P.S. Sorry for all the spaces between the first list of names O.o

    *cries*

    The beginning is the worst. The absolute worst.

    THERE ARE SO MANY INSTANCES AND FIRST SCENES THAT I CAN USE, I DON'T KNOW WHICH! WAAAAAAH!

    I know everything that's GOING TO happen! Not what's actually HAPPENING!

    Help meeeeeeeee...Help meeeeeeeeeee...! I don't want to write what's going to happen later NOW, or else something won't MATCH! Or should I? AAAH!

    WARNING: DEMENTED CASE OF SEVERE WRITING CONFUSIA. STAY AT YOUR OWN COST OF VERBAL SANITY.

    I'm going to go and stuff my face with chips now, thanks.

    The Shadow Through The Window.

    Tom jumped out of bed and stood wearily. He started gasping for breath. Tom's face was red, he could feel the cold sweat on his eyebrow. He went to the bathroom, looked in the mirror and smiled. IT had just been a nightmare.  

    He had dreamt of a man, a grotesque being following him. It was a night much like that night. The clouds covering the moon, the cold night air shaking the leaves off, them then blowing off in the night. He ran the cold tap and threw his face under the cool, refreshing water, "Ah," he smiled, feeling better already. Tom picked up the blue,soft towel from the handrail and dried his face. He looked in the mirror one last time before going back to bed. Tom pulled up the white and red quilt and hopped in. An owl cooed. Tom closed his eyes and soon fell asleep.

    Screams. Loud, painful and deathly. Tom writhed on the ground, banging his back and legs against the mucky  forest floor. The man stood over him, red mouthed and deadly. The blood eased slowly off his chin, falling on the brown leaves. The man's name was Darvis Beswick. He was full and ready to sleep, it was night though and vampires didn't sleep at night. He looked at the now still body, 'The human is probably dead.' he thought. He didn't feel bad, it wasn't in his nature. But he could still help this poor sap.  He ran over and picked him up with his super strength. Then there was a blur, Darvis was running, fast and could not be seen by human eyes.

    The dark black room was messy and not really kept well. There was dirt and grime on the windows, papers strewn everywhere and the only light was from a grimy light bulb swinging on the ceiling. It was creating flashes of shadows around room. Then Darvis blurred through the window making the bulb swing more..... The shadow through the  window...




    Hope you like!!!!!!!!!!! to be continued..


    ~Flame Phoenix

    Planning Plans

    I have discovered the thing called friggen planning while writing a book.

    WARNING: D.A. ABOUT TO GO UNDER DRASTIC CHANGES.

    etc

    here, have a website -

    http://terribleminds.com

    Written by a writer (who uses swear words, scary shit, I know). Read up on the "25 things you should...."
     articles, as they do look to be a massive help for all you hopeful writers out there.


    Gep, Octa, I'm looking at you two.

    What A Witch (Sample)

    So guys, I had an idea last night of this Paramance (Paranormal/Romance) thing, and this is what I came up with. PLEASE BE BRUTAL. Or nice.



    I sat on the porch swing, watching the fireflies dance over head. It was beautiful, the way they twirled, the way they bounced, the way they shone in the dark sky above, like stars.
      I pushed forward, using my feet as the push force. Swinging gently on the porch swing, I sighed. It had been a perfect day. Because it had been my seventeenth birthday, and I’d found love.
      I recounted the moment I’d first seen her, my eyes shutting in remembrance.
      As I pushed past the people of the crowd, I looked up at the main focus. A band. A very famous band called Coldplay. They were singing my favourite song, Paradise, when I saw her. The most beautiful girl I’d ever seen.
      Her prefect chocolate-brown hair hung down past her neck, curling at her shoulder blades. Her soft, tan skin was tight to her rosy cheeks. I watched as her bright green eyes flickered to me. Her mouth quickly opened in what I could only guess was a gasp. She quickly looked to the ground and ran off into the crowd, her hair bouncing with every impact of foot and ground.
      My feet acted of their own accord, bringing me through the crowd. People shouted and cursed at me as I pushed through them. I didn’t know why, but I needed to see her again. To ask her her name, to tell her mine. But I couldn’t find her anywhere, even after running through the whole crowd, after asking everyone I could. It was as if she vanished…
      I even waited outside the giant doors of the stadium in which the band had played. But there was no sign of her. I sighed and walked over to my friend, Seán.
      “Dude, what were you looking for? I’ve been waiting for ages!” he said, annoyed. His brows turned down near his nose in anger, wrinkles had formed above them. His hazel eyes un-avoided eye contact, even though strands of his long blonde hair hung straight in front of them. He stared straight into my own dark-blue eyes, warning me that he would snap if I’d kept him waiting over something stupid.
      I looked back over my shoulder once to check if the girl was there, but there was only the cleaners. They were brushing all the litter from outside the stadium into it. I turned back to Seán and simply said, “A girl.”
      “A girl?” he asks, a smile beginning to grow on his face. The dimples that form above the edges of his lips make him look young and boyish, even though he’s seventeen. As am I. Some people say Seán and I look the same, but I don’t see it. I mean, sure, we both have blonde hair, but mine is close-cropped, except for in the middle where I spike it up. Seán has long blonde hair. Totally different. And our eyes are different too. Although, we have the same build. We used to work out together in the gym, but decided to give up after his dad died.
      “A girl,” I finally answer. “The most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” I sigh.
      Seán rolls his eyes in response and says, “Not again, Daire. Every girl you like is the new love of your life. The one you’re just meant to be with. They’re all beautiful, yet you seem content and thinking that each of them is more beautiful than the next.”
      We start to take the shortcut home. A dark, grubby lane that we’re not meant to go through. But it cuts ten minutes off the long route, so we take it anyway.
      “That’s not fair. Sarah was a one-off. And Áine tricked me, and so did Niamh. Both Jess and Laura were proper relationships—“
      “I wouldn’t say a week, half of which you didn’t talk to them, was a proper relationship.”
      I shot him a deadly glare. “Shut up. Anyway, all my past girlfriends weren’t like this girl. This girl… well, I’ve a feeling, Seán, I’ve a feeling.”
      He nodded sarcastically, a grin pasted onto his face. “Mhmmm.”
      I picked up a small pebble after letting him walk on a bit then threw it. It hit him in the back and he yelped in surprise. He turned round, angry. But he was grinning, so it couldn’t have been real anger.

    2012

    It's a new year. Time for some writing.

    Before we all die and come back as zombies

    And because I have nothing else to say in this post, here is a funny picture.