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Tuesday, November 24th, 2009

Subject:Reasons to be Beautiful
Posted by:unsenseability.
Time:9:06 am.
I am currently looking for writers for a online magazine. It's for unique young girls looking for reasons to be beautiful.
Message me if you want to write for it-
How it will work:
You will create a blogspot account- your info is private!
I hook it on to the blog Reasons to Be Beautiful
You post what you want!

I am looking for writers to write reviews, how to columns, fashion blogs, or articles. I have tons of background in journalism- and I look forward to adding you onto the team!

http://unlovelycircumstance.blogspot.com/
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Sunday, November 22nd, 2009

Subject:Accepting Submissions
Posted by:onlyareader.
Time:10:44 pm.
Mood: ecstatic.
To Writers and Artists,

We are accepting works (poetry, short stories, and artwork, including photography) to launch our inaugural issue of our magazine, The Fine Line. The deadline for submissions is March 31, 2010.

For guidelines on how to submit please visit our website: http://thefineline00.wordpress.com/


Looking forward to reading your work,
Co-Editors of The Fine Line
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Wednesday, November 11th, 2009

Subject:I'm new to the comm. I hope you like what I have to share
Posted by:mab.
Time:3:51 pm.
A story of a gay couple coping with a serious illness, Part one.

The Thingy (working title) or The Artist and the Poet

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Thursday, October 22nd, 2009

Posted by:citrinesunshine.
Time:8:58 pm.

Hi, I'm new (:
I've been looking for a writing community for ages, and I've just finished writing a short story as part of my English coursework so here it is. Its called Company, and its about an extremely cynical person having an epiphany. Its the first piece of writing I've written that I've been really happy with :D


 

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Saturday, October 17th, 2009

Subject:How far up is Heaven anyways?
Posted by:dave_gringo.
Time:6:15 pm.
If there were visitors out there and not to say there isn't and if you are one and you are here tonight I apologize because I know how frustrating it feels when someone claims you don't exist. Regardless I hope the visitors would visit me and we could smoke a cigarette or two and have coffee and they could answer a question which I'm sure has plagued many men or at least myself. The question is this: How high up heaven is?
Since we have sent satellite after satellite into the deepest parts of space and have never come back with a picture or even a post-it stuck to the satellite with the words "Please leave packages at the front of the pearly gates. Thank you." I am left to be skeptical. Not that I believe heaven doesn't exist or that it does and if you are from heaven and you are here tonight I apologize because again I can commiserate how it feels to have someone tell you that where you are from doesn't exist. Some people that I've asked have told me that heaven is a place inside each of us who believes in Jesus Christ as our lord and savior. I would like to kindly point out that I have had several x-rays done and I found nothing but a complicated set of squishy insides and before I had the x-rays done I had spent a solid week convincing my parents, siblings, coworkers, friends and the hospital staff, that I accepted Jesus as my lord and savior. Still no heaven, no dice.
Belinda Carlisle once sang that "heaven is a place on earth" again I checked my globe and several local maps and found no heaven. Carlisle was a founding member of the new wave group The Go-Go's who had recorded several relatively with some catchy tunes that received a fair amount of radio play. This was of course before going solo and discovering the location of heaven which she apparently kept to herself. Every globe I have checked there is no heaven to be found. Yet I did find Havana, New Haven, Haven and Hoven but no heaven turned up. Now you might ask me if I was looking at out dated sources which I can assure you I was not. All maps and globes were up to date. Still no heaven.
So back to the beginning, if there were visitors among us I would enjoy a brief chat over coffee and cigarettes. I guess I can only assume that an interstellar traveler would have visited many places before taking a brief pit stop on this little blue marble. I guess I can only also assume that any visitor would be quite impressed with how well us apes have done. When I ask the visitor or visitors if they travel with company, how high up heaven is I think I would want to hear something like "just two clicks left of the green planet with blue smog. I suggest you visit on the off season their rates are cheaper." I would also accept "there isn't one. I'm sorry little monkey." as long as they didn't lay any of that inner peace kind of jargon I suppose I can accept any answer.
And if the visitor did answer with a statement like "heaven is within you" I would show them my x-rays and then demand to know the name of the missionary who got to them before I had a chance to get a candid answer. And I would also like it to be kept in mind that I am not trying to insult, ridicule or take down any religion that anyone is affiliated with. My grandfather and father were both active members of their local church at one point. Both of my siblings were married in a Catholic church where as I was married in a living room. But I attended both wedding and neither time did I spontaneously burst into flames nor did either church fall apart when I walked in. I'm simply asking a question. And if you believe faith shouldn't be questioned then perhaps you should take your blindfold off to see who has their hand in your pockets.
Wouldn't it be nice to finally get an answer? With a location available we could chart small and inexpensive tours (inexpensive because I do feel that a religious pilgrimage should be easy on the wallet) and then all the religious believers could take day trips with their friends and families to heaven. Wouldn't that be nice. I know I would go if for nothing else than the fact that it is somewhere to go if I could ever take time off from whatever it is I do but I would make sure I went during the off season to avoid the large crowd. So with all that said good night and good luck.
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Saturday, December 20th, 2008

Subject:First one up :)
Posted by:theyouth95.
Time:5:06 pm.
Mood:woo ^^.

 Heyy :) New here and i just posted a poem i wrote a bit ago, 

if you guys can go and read it , i need some comments : )


Linkage:

http://theyouth95.livejournal.com/



Thanksss for those who do check it out :)

-Seleena <33

 

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Friday, December 19th, 2008

Subject:Lovers should be tied together.
Posted by:charlielolita.
Time:11:08 pm.

A rough beginning of something I've been working on recently, really inspired by reading too much by Nabokov and listening to The Smiths (;
Constructive criticism would be really welcomed (:

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Wednesday, December 17th, 2008

Subject:Fic: The little girl and the tree
Posted by:marciavandecamp.
Time:2:35 pm.
Title: The little girl and the tree
author: marciavandecamp
rating: none
words: 1329
author's note: un-betaed so sorry about this. This is fiction of my own.


She stands on the sandy ground with her small bare feet. She watches down and moves her toes with a smile on her lips...
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Saturday, December 13th, 2008

Subject:Cat Tails 1
Posted by:piskie_writer.
Time:12:58 pm.
This is the first little bit of  children's story I'm working, on so any comments would help.
 
One hot day in the summer Sarah was lying in the shade beneath a blackberry bush when she saw an odd flying thing. The Thing had what seemed to be round white flower petals sprouting from its small long body and it flew in the most bizarre way. The Thing flew in a zigzag pattern and flitted and fluttered in no particular pattern. It occasionally landed on one of the blackberry flowers surrounding Sarah’s grassy little nook before drunkenly flying away. Entranced, Sarah watched the fluttery Thing as it flew, unable to take her large green eyes off it. Suddenly the Thing flew up out of Sarah’s view...

piskie_writer 
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Thursday, December 11th, 2008

Subject:Newbie Here!
Posted by:sammyjones57.
Time:11:09 am.
Mood: curious.

Hey everyone!  So I started a story and decided to go ahead and post it for feedback, so any comments or suggestions (even if you think it sucks) would be greatly appreciated!

Title: The Unexpected Clash Of Strangers
Genre: Humor/Chic Lit
Summary: Gracie wasn't expecting to run into her ex-husband...or his new gorgeous fiancee. Determined not to loose in the 'ex game' she makes up a tiny white lie and throws in a random stranger to make it believable.  No big deal, right? Boy was she wrong!
Link: http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2605688/1/The_Unexpected_Clash_Of_Strangers
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Sunday, December 7th, 2008

Subject:Fic: And Cecilia N. Foster says... - final chapter
Posted by:marciavandecamp.
Time:1:10 am.

Title: And Cecilia N. Foster says... - the bittersweet truth of someone else's life
author: marciavandecamp
character: Cecilia N. Foster
rating: PG, NC-17 sometimes
Chapter: eleven - death
words: 1908
author's note: this is the first fiction I wrote on my own. Cecilia and anything else is created on my own so do not use it! And whenever you copy anything, credit it! This is the last chapter of "Cecilia N. Foster says - the bittersweet truth of someone else's life". I'm sorry about all the grammar mistakes, at least I know which tense I'll never choose again to write. I'm thinking about a sequel, but we'll see. Thank you.


Lost in her thoughts with only trying to protect herseld in a world far away. It hurted when she realized that there was nothing left anymore. That a part of her seemed to have died and she didn't know how to bring it back to life.

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Sunday, November 23rd, 2008

Subject:Fic: And Cecilia N. Foster says... (10)
Posted by:marciavandecamp.
Time:2:32 pm.

Title: And Cecilia N. Foster says... - the bittersweet truth of someone else's life
author: marciavandecamp
character: Cecilia N. Foster
rating: PG, NC-17 sometimes
Chapter: ten - feel
words: 1627
author's note: this is the first fiction I wrote on my own. Cecilia and anything else is created on my own so do not use it! And whenever you copy anything, credit it! Thank you!

There was a lot of hidden aggression she kept under the surface, a lot that only showed itself rarely, but Cecilia was aware of the fact that she couldn't keep it under control in the long run.
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Monday, November 17th, 2008

Subject:The Secret Society Protection for Caucasian minorities -The ongoing fight against Islam
Posted by:popsicle247.
Time:6:12 pm.



NOTE: This is based on a news article I read in the times on fundamentalist islamics controlling the majority of mosques in London. It is a dystopian view of what the future could be like, written in the style of 1984. I hope you enjoy and I would love some feedback.




Dear Members and Allies of the society,

 

We apologise for the lateness of our monthly emails. One of our cells was recently infiltrated by a parade of armed jihads, hence the great delay. However we are still running despite the decrease in society members. It is now with great sadness that I must announce the death of one of our most active and courageous members, Samuel Morrison, or for those of you who are more familiar with his Arabic name Ishmael Golshirazi. He was tortured by the jihad for information, which we now know he refused to impart. Little information about our organisation was revealed. His ordeal finally ended when he was finally stoned to death. His body is now displayed on a cross in Trafalgar Square as a warning to other dissenters.

 

Sadly such a brutal fate is all too common for our members. Like Samuel many have been murdered in the name of Allah for crimes that they did not commit. We live in a land where justice is a far distant memory. Yet there is no time to grieve. Our forces are weak and we are greatly outnumbered by our enemies.

 

We also strongly advise our female members to dress in the burkahs proscribed by the regime. Not wearing the appropriate dress carries the death penalty. We cannot stress how vital it is that our members survive. Dying over something as trivial as dress codes is not heroic. We must appear to obey Sharia Law in public at all times. To do otherwise would be to invite unwelcome attention from the authorities. Although we want to fight the ruling Taliban elite, our first priority is to protect the Caucasian minorities as each year our population decreases. We cannot be sure how many of us are left but it is thought that in Britain there are only 13 million non-coverts out of a total population of 70 million people. If we speak out there are sections of our Caliphate that wish to raise a holy Jihad against us. We will be hunted down and murdered along with our children. 

In the year 2007, I was a 10 year old boy. I lived with my family in London. I was privately educated and enjoyed a background that would have been described as privileged. We had no idea of the impending storm that was brewing or the sea of blood that would flow in our lands. We were the world's capital – attracting people from all over the world, eager to share in our economic riches.

 

We regarded our Muslim population as largely peaceful and industrious. The terrorist atrocities wrought by Al Qaeda were publicly condemned by most Muslims. But like the Trojans we had unwittingly invited a huge Trojan horse into our world, and one that would very quickly seek to destroy us. Most of us were blissfully unaware that 2007 was also the year that 50% of Britain's mosques were taken over by the Deobandi sect – the fanatical religious front of the Taliban. It was reported in the newspapers at the time, but no-one seemed aware of the significance. Perhaps they were all too busy making money and partying to notice the sinister development. Tolerance and humanity had no basis in the lexicon of the Deobandis.  They were the people who detested Western culture, banned  art, music, theatre and television and persecuted Jews, Hindus and Christians.

These are the same people who govern our country today. They took over by sheer dint of numbers. Their women simply outbred the indigenous population and pushed us into the minority by 2025. There was a civil war, which we lost. Then our new rulers took us to war against our former allies in the West. London was desecrated, making Iraq look like a peaceful haven by comparison.

 

On the home front families were punished for their lifestyle and brutally murdered. We were once one of the greatest powers on earth. For 200 years we controlled nearly two thirds of the planet and now we are a craven and subjected people. How did this happen? It was simple; we stopped believing in anything, we were cynical and if we had Gods they were gods of shopping and blasphemy. We quite simply lost the will to govern ourselves or stand up as a nation for what we used to collectively believe in, which was fairness and decency.

 

The Islamisists on the other hand believed in a great deal – none of it any good. One in five of them were unemployed in 2007, which gave them plenty of time to plot their takeover. At the time, we were governed by socialists, then known as the Labour Party. Like everyone in the liberal consensus – including the Tories and Liberal Democrats from the two opposition parties - they did not want to speak out against immigration for fear of being regarded as racist. Our crumbling welfare system was supporting 5 million people on benefits, so we needed to bring in outsiders to do their jobs, the argument ran. But we began to fall apart. Our young people took drugs and ignored what was happening. We simply fell apart and life became increasingly dangerous, fragmented and unpleasant. Many of the older indigenous population began to leave and those who remained simply moaned in private.

 In 2039 most of the British had fled or had converted to Islam. Riyahd ul Haq's Fundamentalist party rigged the elections and later that year he moved into number 10 Downing Street. His first act was to abolish all other political parties.

 

The reason I felt it necessary to mention this is because as you know, much of our great western culture has been destroyed. Our libraries have been burned, our galleries ransacked and our churches razed to the ground or converted into mosques. All learning is denied to those who refuse to accept Islam as their religion. Like George Orwell predicted in 1984 we have reached a time in history where mentioning the past or the truth is a crime. But we must not forget the past. As long as we pass these stories on there might still be hope for us, no matter how slight. One day we will rebel again.

 

Unfortunately this is our last newsletter for sometime. We will have to relocate to safer headquarters. It may be upto two years before you hear from us again. But remember that we will always exist and if you seek the truth, you will find your allies.

 

Yours Faithfully,

 

The allies


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Subject:Fiction: Living a lie
Posted by:marciavandecamp.
Time:6:10 pm.
Title: Living a lie
author:
rating: PG
words: 1025
author's note: All mistakes are my own.

It seemed like I walked through a dark Forrest without the slightest idea where to go. It was dark and I was desperately looking for some light to see the beauty that was in it.

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Tuesday, November 11th, 2008

Subject:I'm new! omk O^O
Posted by:kittypon42.
Time:3:38 pm.

uh, yeah.
So I just joined this thing...hi....
okay, so I suppose I'll post this...um, this is a book I'm working on. Seven chapters down so far, but I'm planning about a thousand more revisions, especially on the first few chapters. Anyway, basically this is a sort of comedy/action kind of story about Hikari Uchida, a 17 year old japanese kid who, due to an incident involving pachinko and a brick wall, ends up working for vampires.
I know, vampires...they've never been used before. Hopefully this doesn't ruin everything for you..
oh, yeah. Right now, I have it titled as Vampire-sempai...but this could change...
So here it is, please give your comments and advice so I can improve this...thanks!!

 

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Sunday, November 9th, 2008

Subject:just a rough beginning
Posted by:charlielolita.
Time:10:31 pm.
just an idea that i had in my head and needed to get out (:
not finished & with no nameee. (:
<a href="http://charlielolita.livejournal.com/784.html">no name</a>

xxx
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Sunday, October 12th, 2008

Subject:short fic: Inside
Posted by:marciavandecamp.
Time:12:47 am.

Title: Inside
author: me, of course, marciavandecamp
rating: Don't know just PG-13
words: 1327
author's note: Just something that came to my mind a few minutes ago, enjoy.



Although I know I will freak out one day and I know I will be hurtful on purpose...
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Saturday, October 11th, 2008

Posted by:orangedew.
Time:9:21 pm.
Title: Kismet
Genre: Fantasy/General/Romance
Rating: K+
Summary: Catherine, who is a loner found herself at the magical world of Sapphiroth and Scar, a young, narcissistic wizard who is cursed under the spell of being heartless. Will Catherine be able to go back to her world and rescue Scar?

Chapter One

I only have one thing to say - READ and REVIEW. :D Thanks!
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Subject:Heaven of Zaria
Posted by:heavenofzaria.
Time:1:01 pm.


"Aside from the pink satin cloth that draped and met at the middle of the ceiling a hundred feet above, I, who wore black amongst a sea of white, am evidently MISPLACED. What makes me more misplaced is the pathetic fact that I am the only one wearing a dress made of satin. If I exist in a world with less conceited people, I wouldn't even take notice of that fact. Ritually I give myself a reality check. I happen to be the stepdaughter of the sister of a wife of a big-deal businessman who happens to be mutually in love with the media. And what's worst? Charmeuse had to be the 'in' cloth for today’s wedding. Not wearing it now, not having it cut above the knees or at least showing a little bit of cleavage, would be the least desirable situation to be in. And most obviously, I am wearing something that is not Charmeuse, not white, not short...enough and bears no cleavage in sight. Maybe I'll get extra points for wearing stunning gold Jimmy Choo sandals or maybe not. Either way, if I weren’t the sister of the bride I would have been kicked out of the cathedral seconds before I could set my ‘Jimmy Choo’-s on the red carpet. When I was younger my head would start spinning at moments like this, but I suppose that age is like a number that shows how much tolerance you have to how much slamming you get from the world because of the things it hates about you." --- "The Heaven of Zaria" a snippet of Chapter One.


I've decided to finally finish a novel that I have started. I've always had problems finishing stories that I write because I always search for motivation and I tend to lack it when I need it the most. :) I hope posting that would interest you to read it more, you can find it in my livejournal page http://heavenofzaria.livejournal.com Thanks :)

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Tuesday, October 7th, 2008

Subject:Antenna
Posted by:avaleighmarissa.
Time:9:37 pm.
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