These are more, I might have to go abruptly:
The S.S. Stanley: Inspired by a play my Drama class did, ( I din't really like the play, so I modified...) this is a story about a young man named Stanley Can'trememberhislastname, his best friends Violet Cumbermand, Wendy Mund and D.C., his uncle Dr. Scott Cloth, and his ex-baby sitter, Minnie Uto. They are all traveling on Stan's b-day gift, a litle ship, named after him, to and Island, where Stan and Wendy and D.C. are going to act in a movie produced by Stan's dad. However, in a sudden storm Wendy and D.C. dispear, unkowingly drugged and cast away by Scott and Minnie, who are in reality smugglers of a newly discovered poison, that is being tested on sea life. Wendy and D.C. end up on the island, where they are kidnapped by other smugglers. When the others reach shore, Stan and Vi are put in the same place. The four teenagers have to escape, save the world, and end up being accidentally filmed fighting Dr. Cloth, the scene is even added to the movie. The story ends right after Scott and Minnie are put in jail...
Manley Stanley: The sequel to the S.S., Stanley runs for president, and ends up winning and becoming the youngest president in history (duh) . But someone has it in for him...Will he and Vi survive to their happy ever after?
The Alphabet Girls series: When Alexandria Anderson discovers a journal in her family's new house, the female line descending from her is eternally changed. The journal's rules are that you must name every daughter with the next letter of the alphabet, and write in it every week. What the Alphabet girls and women don't know, is that the journal is much more sinister than it appears. There are 26 books in this series, all named after the subject... Starting with, Alexandria Anderson and ending with Zion Zimmerman.
She Knew (temporary title): This story is about Mary, the mother of Jesus, and what I imagine it would be like to be fourteen and pregnant, eventually giving birth to the Son of God. It is probably not perfectly accurate, but I personally (I know this is sooo proud) think it will be a good book.
To see the new series I am working on, go to my recent posts and find "New Story Line...comments please".
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Okay, I apologize, but I am stumped at what I should type up. I am having a hard time deciding what I want to put on here, so I want y'all's opinions... If you could vote on THE THREE BOOKS that you would like to read judging from my descriptions, and list them as a "review". I would really appreciate this, as it would solidify my (ahem) laziness and fluxuation! So, here are the descriptions...I will choose the most popular choice from the reviews, and if it sucks, then I'll start a different one! If there is an "F" in front of the title, this means that it is finished completely! Okay, here goes...
(F) Shannon's Tale : Shannon Daughtry lives on the Irish coast with her grandmother. Both of her parents are dead...or so she has always been told. All her life, she has had an obsession with the Sea. As she grows older, it intensifies. Then, on her thirteenth birthday, her Grandmother (who has always said she hated the Sea) decides to take her (Shannon) to the beach for a birthday picnic. While they are eating, Shannon's grandmother reveals that Shannon's mother may not be dead, as she had alwasy been told, but is a Selkie (Seal woman) and probably living with her tribe somewhere in the big ocean. Grandmother hands Shannon her gifts, a seal skin swimsuit, and a blue stone necklace that will identify Shannon with her Tribe. She tells Shannon to take the gifts and go, but Shannon refuses, saying that she will stay by her grandmother's side until she dies. They return home, in a stubborn silence. Late that night, Shannon's grandmother dies. Shannon is discovered burying her grandmother and is accused of killing her, so she has to run. Grabbing her "gifts", Shannon sets off into the Sea, where she meets up with a hungry shark, and a seal-treachorous fishing boat. Finally, she finds a glacier, and meets up with her mother's clan. Unfortunately, not even the Clan knows where Shannon's mother has gone. Desperate to find her mother, Shannon all but forces the Clan to let her go search, with promises to come back as soon as she does. Shannon's "uncle", her mother's half brother, Liam, accompanies her on her search. On the second day, Liam announces that he thinks he knows where Shannon's mother is. He believes that she has gone to. This Island (I can't remember the bloody name!) where Seal People go to die. Shannon becomes worried, and they go there and have this adventure with a bear. Running from the bear, they stumble apon Shannon's mother, who has shed her skin and is apparently about to die, speared by the Seal searching fishermen that Shannon had just avoided. Shannon's mother is past saving, and tells Shannon to take her skin. She isn't sure if she wants to leave her life of being a "normal" human, and submit to becoming a Selkie...but (I promise, this is the ONLY romantic part...shocking, for me, I know!) she sees Liam walking towards her on the beach, and makes her decision.
Dawn of A New Day Katie O'Donnel, and her sisters have come to America from Ireland (can you tell I have a bit of an obsession? Even my (failed) fantasy story has an Irish heroine...) in hopes of a better life. They come to join their mother, whom they haven't seen in two years, with big hopes and dreams. However, their new life isn't at all as they had expected. First day in NY, the two oldest sisters are turned away from a "food parlor" by a prissy, American girl. And that isn't the worst of it. The next tradgedy befalls on the head of the third oldest sister, Amy. (sorry Amy, if you are reading this.) She finds out that she is going to be an unmarried mother...and the father is the murderer of the youngest O'Donnel, who is killed (ironically) as soon as Amy utters the fateful words. After Jennie's death, Katie becomes angry with God...especially since the murderer is the older brother of her best friend, Ken. She can't believe what is happening, and rants and raves, and ends up going to another best friends house to find out about the "true" God... And then I got writers block. HELP!
The Jennifer Shaw series: This is a detective series I am writing a bout an eighteen year old Private I. So far, I have three books for her, Jennifer Shaw, Private Eye, Masquerade in Mexico City, Robbers in Ramses, and (I am writing this with my friend, Gabriella) Nabbed in New Dehli. Their titles sum them up, I think, She travels the world with her BFF, Chelsea Brown, solving mysteries.
Asassin: This one is probably my most (pardon me) "mature" book. It is about two seperate groups. known as the Angels, and D'EVIL. It is a Christian..."fantasy" for lack of a better term...book. It is a time of crisis for the world...Dr. Evil, a demon, has formed a group called "D'EVIL" under Satan's instruction, to create a living Hell for those on Earth. God in turn, has sent a few Angels to Earth to help the humans to save themselves. These Angels plant the idea in a few men's head to create a "world saving" group of people, who will be unknowingly infiltrated with Angels...hence the name. But D'EVIL has a large weapon. A asassin who is as cold blooded as a ghost, and can murder without a qualm, has taken it as her personal duty to pick off every member of Angel as brutally as she can. However, she has some obstacles in the form of Joseph Arlington, Cassie Hedges, and her equal, Sigmund Franchiser. (don't ask me where I got that name...I have no idea!) This is VERY bloody though...
That's all for now, I will type up more tomorrow!
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She woke up to the sound of car engines turning off. Drowsily, Katie raised her head and asked Shanae, "Are we there yet?" Shanae shook her head as she picked up her handbag. "No but it's been while since we ate, and so Emma and I are stopping at this food parlor to get something to eat. Do you girls want anything particular?" Jennie, who had awoken as well, said with a glint in her eye, "A cookie." Shanae laughed. "What kind Jennie?" she asked, a giggle in her voice. "Chocolate, of course." Jennie replied in a "duh" voice. The other four sisters laughed again, Katie feeling much happier with Jennie's funniness. "That was well thought out." Emma said in her quiet voice, that still held a hint of a laugh. "Katie, Amy?" Katie felt her stomach rumble, but she felt if she ate she would retch. "Nothing for me, thanks." She replied. But Amy immediately perked up at the mere mention of food. "I'd like a turkey sandwich, an apple, and a snickerdoodle." she said, looking pleased. "As well thought out as Jennie's answer and twice as expensive!" Shanae commented wryly. "But I'll see what I can do." She and Emily exited the car and walked into the building. "I am excited to see Mama." Jennie commented, stretching her little legs. "So'm I," Amy said, yawning a little. "But," this she uttered looking at Katie. "do you think she'll recognize us? I mean after all, we've been apart for two years. Let's see...Jennie was only five, and Katie, you're a young woman now!" Amy tossed her head. "And I am no longer a girl." Katie barely suppressed a chuckle at this statement, (Amy looked too much like a beautiful horse tossing it's head...) but had to nod. "We all have changed," she said. "but I think Mama's bound to know us. Even if she doesn't quite recognize us." Amy gave Katie a disgusted look, causing a hot blush to steal up her cheeks. "Uh-huh. That makes a lot of sense." Amy said, rather snobbily. Katie shook her head. "That's mot what I meant..." she began. But her voice trailed off when she saw the looks on her returining sisters faces. Shanae's face was waxen pale, but Emily's in contrasrt was a fire red. Katie felt the blood drain from her own face as she looked with apprehension at Shanae's. Sneaking a glance at Amy, Katie knew by her fearfull expression that they were thinking of the same thing. Emma was angry. Emma was very rarely angry. The older girls had looked like that only once that Katie could remember. And that was a very many years ago, a day she didn't want to remember. Hoping that Amy was as scared as she was, Katie pulled Jennie close, and crossed herself...and then her fingers.
As Shanae and Emma got in the automobile, Katie felt bone-chilled. It was as if the ice and fire in her sisters faces had combined to create a true cold. Both girls climbed in without a word. Amy, who sat between them was shaking. Katie could tell from the trembling of her curls. She herself could feel her legs quaking. And Jennie's eyes were as large and round as saucers. "Em?" Katie didn't like the sound of her voice squeaking out from her vocal chords. Emily snapped around, her eyes blood-shot. "What?" she asked, her voice trembling. "Wh-what heppened?" Katie could hear herself ask. How odd that her voice seemed so many miles away... Shanae opened her mouth, but Emily beat her to the words. "SHe-she treated us like...dogs! Criminals!" she spit out, angrily. " 'Sorry,' she says, all prim and proper like. Looks me down like a dress. Then she says, 'We don't serve your kind. In case you hadn't noticed, there is a sign on the door. But as you can't read that probably wasn't helpful. But certainly you saw the NINA sign, that is if yuo want work. But your kind rarely does.' " Emily's voice had risen, dangerously high. "Em," Shanae said warningly. But Emily paid no heed. "We showed her our money, all good American currency, told her if it wasn't enough we'd work for food, but she ignored us. I- I bet that stuck-up pig probably couldn't lift a needle, let alone a cookie. Bet she's never had to work in a factory making invisible stitches all times, day or night, where you are called merely by a number, where your boss treats you like a bar maid or street woman!" Emily slumped back in her chair, gently sobbing into her hands. "I -I thought America would be so much better than Dublin..." she trailed off, hiccoughing. Amy patted her sister's back gently, a moment of her inner self breaking through. Shanae, her face still white, stared straight ahead, and said, "The girl told us that she would call the police on us when we walked in. We were just standing there, getting a look around, when she started shouting. We tried to explain, we showed her our money, and everything, but she deneid all our claims of respectability." Shanae absently scratched her left shoulder as she was prone to do when nervous or very upset. "Then she came after us with a broom, as if we were mice. She was very rich, I could tell that just by her smell, but I don't se why she wouldn't ahve wanted our business. We are clean! But I do know about the NINA sign. It stands for 'No Irish Need Apply'. Mama mentioned it in her letters. Apparently a very common sign." For a moment silence hung in the air, so heavy, Katie felt as if it were a blanket. Only the sound of Emily's kitten like cries broke it. Katie cleared her throat. "Mama said nothing of such prejudice in her letters." she said as much as to herself as to the rest. "Nothing to put us off from coming." Amy said, and Katie thought she may have heard a touch of bittereness. Shanae glanced at Amy, but nodded. "Would the Americans try and hurt us?" Jennie asked, her face gone paler, if possible. Katie reached over and kissed her sister's forhead, squeezing her hand reassuringly. Shanae sighed, with irony in her voice she said, "I just don't know Jennie. I just do not know." Amy turned and looked at Katie. They both caught the fear in Shanae's voice. The remnants of terror in AMy's eyes saddened Katie, and she longed to reach out and comfort her sister. But it had been a while since Amy had allowed any of her sisters to comfort her. Katie longed to show that the old bond between them as best friends still remained, but AMy turned face before she could convey any sympathetic message. Katie sighed, closing her eyes, trying to stop the warm tears from dripping down her cheeks. Maybe this America, this "Promised Land" wasn't going to be so great after all. But in spite of all the hurt and sad thoughts and memories swirling in her mind, Katie once again fell asleep in a few minutes.
Two hours later, Katie awoke again, and this time the car had stopped at the house of a Ms. Shannon O'Donnel. Katie was glad to see a sign that read "SHANNON O'DONNEL: BOARDINGHOUSE: IRISH WELCOME, FOR WORK AND ROOM" To Katie it meant that the place would be clean and respectable. Different from the hostels they had stayed in for the past two nights. If Mama was there, the place would be spotless. She leaned over and gently shook Jennie, who was sleeping yet again. "Jennie," she whispered. "Wake up. We're here!" Jennie stirred fitfully. She then woke up and rubbed her eyes. "Is Mama here?" she asked slightly disoriented. "No." Keti whispered again. "But we're going to see her." Shanae, Emma, and AMy stepped from the car, and opened the compartment in the back to pull out all their bags and boxes as Jennie and Katie stepped out. Loaded with packages, the sisters walked to the front door, and Shanae knocked. As they waited for the door to open, Katie took in her surroundings. There were neat flowerbeds with vegetables and flowers mixed, lining the house. In big stone boxes on the sides of the steps leading to the porch were red, white, and blue flowers on one side, and then the green for Ireland on the other. A big porch spoke of several summers evenings, what with it's worn paint but it looke comfy with two stuffy rockers, a little table, a swing, and a large basket of flowers. The house itself was old, but respectable, and clean looking, bare of moss. Tall, with many windows, and four dors, it made quite an impression on Katie who was used to the simple houses of her homeland. Katie's hopes were raised as she looked upon her new home. Then they heard footsteps, and the door creaked slowly open... A woman peered out, small and thin with dark red hair that was greying at the temples, but her eyes still shone with a merry light, and her rounded figure ina plain dress and a flowery floury apron spoke of warmth and comfort. "Yes?" she asked. " I am sorry but I have no rooms to rent, I am expecting my daughters..." Her voice trailed off when she saw Jennie. Pulling from her apron pocket, she produced a pair of spectacles and peered through them at the girls. Then she gasped. "Sh- Shanae?"
to be contin. not the end of the chapter
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Hey guys, I am sorry to do this in the middle of another story, but I need opinions on a story that I am trying out.
Okay, so it's going to be a series of three, three books in each book, if you catch my drift. These are the main charachters:
Miley "Midget" Etta Williams- main charachter, a BB, 13
Mark Tyler- Miley's "true love", eventually dies
Jordan Kesler- Another BB, and a childhood crush of Miley's, eventually becomes Miley's best friend
Anna-Marie Claire Williams- Miley's mom, supportive but sceptical of her daughter
Michael Ray Williams (Mike)- Miley's dad, a police man
Luke Skye Williams- Miley's 23 yr. old brother. Married to Katherine Leigh, has two sons, Troy and Taylor
Elizabeth Ann Williams- Miley's 17 yr. old sister, a little addictd to herself, but adored by both sisters
Hope Ellen Williams- Miley's 5 yr. old sister, wants to be a model (evident in all her actions), and yet plays baseball and basketball
Scott Isaiah Williams- Miley's 3 yr. old brother, her pain and joy
Bria Day Moore- Miley's best friend
Annie Collins- another good friend
Brittany Randall- another
Ava Carter- another
Hanna Terace- another
Marien Kesler- another good friend and a BB
Sara "Shooter" Cassidy- Miley's crazy and funloving friend from school, a BB
Okay, now a brief story sketch...
Miley "Midget" Williams is a Burden Bearer. She can sense when people she is close to are in pain, or undergoing temptation. Sometimes, if there's enough pain in one area, she can sense people she never knew. For a while though, she doesn't know what she is, why she can sense all this. And when her best friend, Mark dies, she almost dies from grief. Then, as a way to relieve her pain, her mom sends her on a mission trip to Africa, where she is reunited with an old friend, Jordan Kesler. While she is there, she meets a woman named Nala. Nala tells Miley all about legendary people called the Burden Bearers. When Miley returns home with Jordan, the two research the Burdean Bearers, and figure out what they are. However, no one, not even their pastor's or families, believe them...
That is for the first book in the trilogy, Burdan Bearer. The second book is called: A Woman Called Nala...
Miley and Jordan return to Africa after God calls them there in an answer to prayer. Nala's village is in trouble, people are being killed, children kidnapped... Miley and Jordan have so many burdens heaped on them, they begin to get ill. To save the village, and possibly themselves, Miley and Jordan must round up more BB's. Problem is, everyone still believes they are a legend...
Book three is called: A Place Called Home...
Miley and Jordan finally marry, but unfortunately life as BB's is about to get hectic. WWIII is closing in, and Miley and Jordan once again begin to have burden's piled on them. Then Miley finds out she is pregnant, and it apperas the baby will be a BB too. Frightened for theirs, and the baby's life, Miley and Jordan travel the world trying to help ease burden's, and join in prayer with other BB's around the world. Eventually they end up back in Africa. But Africa is in greater trouble than anywhere else. Will they ever find a Place Called Home?
Please tell me what you think aout this story line. Tommorrow I will post a little of it that I have written for test... Thanks.
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This is my greatest story ( i think) but it is also the hardest! Please read this, but I have to warn you, it is going to be worked on slowly and surely... Please ignore the improper form, but I can't enter without going to far, so my story is all run together!
The Dawn Of A New Day By Brigette Young
To Bill/Will Duffy, my totally cool Irish Uncle, and to
Bethany & Hannah Pancho, Molly Dulas, Amy Searl,
and (even though they'll kill me)
Joshua Edgren, Phillip Lenavitt, Stuart Sartain, and
Jordan O'Baya. And then Lauren, my "cousin" (come on, we can say it) and Destinee. Wish I could have met you, beautiful baby. Mise gra tu. I love you.
Chapter 1~ Katie
"The more we live, more brief appears, our lifes succeding changes. A day to childhood seems a year, and years like passing ages."
Katie stared out the window of the automobile, into the pouring rain. Ever since she stepped off the ship and onto American soil, it had been like this. Rainy. Katie wondered if New York always looked as bleak and unpromising as it did now. Shanae, Katie's oldest sister, and driver of the rented car, slid in the mud as she swereved to avoid hitting a cat. The soft roads made it hard to drive, but Shanae managed to get the car sturdy again, before they slid anymore. "Moladh Dia." she exclaimed, wiping a hand across her white forhead. "I'll never get used to these ackward American streets." A little voice spoke up from the back seat, next to Katie. "I'm tired, Shanae. Are we going to get there soon?" This question was followed by a hacking cough. Shanae glanced in the back and replied, "Dunna ask me, Jennie. I dunna know." The cough sounded again, causing Shanae to pause and ask worriedly, "D'ya need to retch, Jennie?" Jennie's little voice managed to squeak out a little no. Katie looked at her little sister, sitting across from her, and sighed. Would Mam recognize her? For that matter, any of them? The past two years had taken a heavy toll on all of them, especially Shanae and Jennie. Burdens, cares and heaps of sorrow had loaded in Shanae's shoulders, bringing care lines to her mouth and eyes that should not have appeared till she was over twenty. Her once bright green eyes had dimmed, her creamy brown hair lost it's lustre. And though she was still very pretty, she looked much older than her eighteen years. The next O'Donnel sister was Emily, or Emma. Always quiet and reserved, and very shy, Emily's personality was not much changed. nor her soft looks. But there were tell tale signs of misery: dark circles beneath her eyes, thin wrists, and gaunt cheeks. Looking at her seventeen year old sister, Katie was reminded of a basset hound. And yet, Emily still looked healthier than wraith like Shanae. Her gingery hair still shone, and her light grey eyes still glowed with inner light. Amy O'Donnel, next in line, was no doubt the prettiest of the sisters. Fifteen, the age of gayness, Amy was as popular and bubbly as American champagne. With boingy red hair, sparkly deep green eyes, and a passion for life, she had no hard time making friends and was often the toast of a party. For her, America was just another adventure. As far as her sisters knew. Jenifer, or, Jennie, was the younget. She looked like the girls mother, as Amy looked like their Da. Jennie reminded Katie of a rose, with deep, wine red hair, and eyes "the color of new chocolate", and long black eyelashes, that now curled prettily over her closed eyes. Looking, studying, Jennie and the rest of her sisters, caused painful memories to rise up in Katie's heart. Memories of Ireland, Da, Mae, and of being a whole family again. So she turnes from the beloved faces and stared out her window. Yearning to focus on the future, and what was to come, not the past and what she was missing, Katie thought of why she was right now in a car she had dreamed of, and headed for a home she had never seen, in a country she'd only heard of. Indeed, America had often been spoken of in reverance in starving Belfast. In all of starving Ireland. The priest had spoken of the land as the Irish Promised Land during his speech over Da's body... Katie shook her head as a hot tear dripped down her nose. "I've been like this since we left Irish land. I'ts time to stop." she said to herself. She looked at her baby sister who had finally fallen into a fitful sleep. "Maybe," she yawned. "I should follow Jennie's example and get some rest..." Within seconds, not even disturbed by her sisters not-so-quiet whispering, she was fast asleep.
(NOT THE END OF THE CHAPTER TO BE CONTIN.)
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Hi everyone! If you are new here, thanks for visiting. I appreciate you reading my stories, and commenting as well. But I would like to ask something, if you are going to comment on my stories, that is great, and I definetely want you to, but please be considerate when doing so. I don't mind negative comments, but please tell me what you don't like, and why. And don't get mean or nasty. If I offend someone, I am very sorry, but please hold that I write these stories for pleasure, and I write from my heart. I have to warn anyone who wants to read this, my stories can get a little brutal, and some parts are "suggestive"... But please read and comment, and tell me what you think. You can also e-mail me by going to my profile.
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