The Coughing Nazgul: thanks um...there is going to be some tragedy because Victor is going to graduate from high school and Jasmine is a sophmore, so they're separation is going to be the end of the book and it's going to be upseting and a tear jerker, but other than the ending it's going to be pretty much a happy love story

Elenya: thanks

Prompt(im gunna give this one a try)

A crisp air of early January filled the air and my lungs as I walked next to Andrew. I wrapped my trench coat around me tighter and put my hands in my pockets quickly. The cold nipped at my face, making my cheeks and nose red. Andrew seemed fine with the cold, or at least he showed no signs of being cold.
Anybody that looked at us would think we were just friends, but we were dating. We had only been dating for a week. There was a silence between us, all I could hear were my own thoughts and the cars driving on the road next to us.
My teeth started chattering as a cold gust of wind blew into my face.
"Are you cold?" Andrew said breaking the silence
"No, it's only 20 degrees out" I said back at him being a wise ***. Andrew smiled and looked down at me as I looked up at him. He reached out his hand to grab my wrist and gently pulled my hand out of my warm pocket. He slid his hand down to mine and linked fingers with me. His palms were sweaty, he was nervous. The sweat kept my hand warm. I didn't complain. Andrew was the first guy to hold my hand.

Anna: great job, that made my eyes well. great description and emotion. very well done

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I may just start a writing contest, even though there is one going on right now.

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That's amazing Anna!

Here's mine. Hope you like it. ^_^

I can remember him with complete, perfect detail. He was my fallen angle, my knight in shining armor, the brave hero from which all evil fled.
I met him first on the docks in Bridgetown, as I went to see my father off. The crowd was such that I could not stay on my feet, and I hit the cobblestones hard. I remember that moment with perfect, shining, exquisite detail. That moment that I knew he was the one. He was my true love. His face came out of the crowd, and he struggled, as a fish swimming up stream. He had seen me fall, and he extended a callused, weather beaten hand to help me to my feet. As I took his hand, I felt true magic for the first time.
As time went on, I would come to the docks and watch him work on the boats. His hands moved deftly, the knowledge was etched into them irrevocable. He knew where to stand, where to tie the knot, the fastest way up the rigging of the ship. Sometimes he would look down and see me, and tip me a wink that made my insides melt.
When I was old enough for suitors, he was the first to the door. I married my true love. Though now he is gone, I can remember him as though he were still here. I remember his eyes, stormy gray and full of love, his skin, tanned and weather beaten, his hair, thick and dark, the tiny gap between his front teeth. I remember his hands, that comforted me when I needed comforting, kept me safe when there was danger. They were callused and weather beaten, rough from the years of ship work, strong and powerful, but gently as a kitten when they held my own. I remember the lingering smell of sea salt that lingered around him. Tis a smell that I never liked, until I met him. After I met him, it became sweeter than the sweetest perfume.
He would come home, dripping wet, grinning from ear to ear, salty seawater dripping off his long nose, and the magic would be back with me. He could tip me a wink after 10 years of marriage and I would still melt, my insides would still fill with butterflies.
Then he did not come back.
The storm was too much for him, and he went overboard.
He was not recovered.
His smiling face would not come back, the sea grey eyes would not look upon my face with love anymore. His rough seaman's hands would not hold mine anymore.
I never recovered from that.
Sometimes I find my feet have taken me to the docks, to the same spot where I used to watch him work.
When storms come, tears are soon to follow.
I wake up from nightmares calling his name.
Ours was love, true love, nothing more, nor less. I have lived 8 years since the end of that love. I suppose I will continue to live, and love a memory that I cannot touch anymore. And though memories of other things in my past have faded, this one has stayed crystal clear, shimmering like a beacon of light in the darkness.
I will never forget that love.

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i don't remember if i joined this or not, if not, may i join?

i just started writing a fan fiction, pray for me, pray that i don't kill my comp or anything like that out of stress.

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at one point, I was alejandrah.

of course! Welcome!

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thank you!!! i do love to write! the story i'm working on right now is a Pirates of the Caribbean one. i took the plot of one of my RPGs and i am turning it into a fan fiction. i know it will be horrible in the end, but it seems to be coming along fairly well right now. i haven't even had naming problems! (for those of you who know me, you do know how amazing that is, right?

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<center>“Envy consists in seeing things never in themselves, but only in their relations. If you desire glory, you may envy Napoleon, but Napoleon envied Caesar, Caesar envied Alexander, and Alexander, I daresay, envied Hercules, who never existed.”
at one point, I was alejandrah.

Wow, another fab piece of writing.

Are you all going this for the same thing or is it just coincidence that the theme for both is love and death?

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"Make happy those who are near, and those who are far will come."

Fwee!

May I join? I have been afraid to come here...I am so embarrassed to share my writing

Sam

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Welcome! And don't worry, you don't have to be embarrased about sharing your writing. ^_^

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What're we doing?

Sam

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Mostly we talk about what we're writing, or post our writing. Every monday there's a new writing prompt and we write something and post it.

This weeks prompt is Hands. ^_^

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Cool! I will do something on that tomorrow. I have an awful headache right now...I think I'll go to bed.

G'night all!

Sam

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um...what do you guys think of what i wrote for the prompt?^^^ everyone just kinda looked over my post
um...i have been writing a love story, but i have 2 versions of one part and i dont have time to post i right now, but i'll probably be on tommorow so i can post it then, but i'll need your help on deciding which one to put into my book

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I think your prompt turned out veyr nicely

I submitted a piece to hall of fire: A Voice Writing about Vietnam...

I was looking for some feedback, cuz I've only gotten comments from my sisters...and they HAVe to be nice to me. hehe

Sam

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Can't take the Kid from the Fight take the Fight from the Kid
engaged to Tyson Ritter-my love forever
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i finished the first draft of the story i'm writing for the writing contest. i'm not quite happy with the ending, but it's still pretty good.

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<center>“Envy consists in seeing things never in themselves, but only in their relations. If you desire glory, you may envy Napoleon, but Napoleon envied Caesar, Caesar envied Alexander, and Alexander, I daresay, envied Hercules, who never existed.”
at one point, I was alejandrah.

i finished the first draft of the story i'm writing for the writing contest. i'm not quite happy with the ending, but it's still pretty good.

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<center>“Envy consists in seeing things never in themselves, but only in their relations. If you desire glory, you may envy Napoleon, but Napoleon envied Caesar, Caesar envied Alexander, and Alexander, I daresay, envied Hercules, who never existed.”
at one point, I was alejandrah.