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Hello, authors and authoresses!  Tennyson here.  I have come to invite you to a new blog I have created, Ink Adventures, so that we may work to write a story together!  Click the link and find out what I mean!  I would suggest you read the first post before you do anything else, and then read the rules.  Have fun, and I look forward to writing together with you in the coming year!

Oh, and for you characters, I have made a fabulous new discovery: The Character's Lounge!  Go check it out! 

Signing off,

Tennyson

Posted in Posted by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Hey author peoples! 

To help us get a new template, I decided the best thing to do would be to hold a contest!  Everyone who wants to make a new template for this blog can do so, and then we will vote on which one we like best!

Ok, so now for logistics:

1. Template-makers, start making your templates, and get them up on a test blog for us to see by January 15th!  When they are ready, send Beginningwriters a PM with the location of the test.  *Note: Please put the word 'template' in the title of your PM, and nobody delete the PMs!  I will do that myself.* 

2. After the fifteenth, I will post all the links to all the templates, and all the members of Inklings can vote!  Voting deadline is the 31st of January. 

3. The template with the most votes wins, and will be installed sometime in February.

Sound good? 

~Tennyson

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...to say that something is wrong with the template.  But more on that later. 

Hey, y'all.  It has been absolutely forever since I got on here, and there are twice as many members as when I first joined.  Amazing. 

However, the first thing I noticed is that the template is extremely hard to navigate, especially for someone new (or someone returning after a long break), and I think it's time we have a new one.  No offence to Katie, who did a fabulous job making this one, I just think it's time that we get a template where you don't have to manually drag the little bars to scroll down.  It makes it much harder to read everyone's stories, and it discourages people from visiting and commenting. 

So, I would like to request that someone with a talent for making templates would try making us a new one!  Who agrees with me? 

By the way, this post is going to stay at the top of this blog for the next week, hopefully long enough for everyone to see it. 

Back to my return, I hope to be posting some stories I write on here in the near future!

Blessings!

~Cherise (oh, wait, I mean...) Tennyson

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Greetings, writers!

Tennyson (PoeticMaiden) here.  I am hosting a little short-story contest on my blog, Poetic Voice.  The deadline is Oct. 31st, and the goal is to write a short story that is exactly 100 words.  This is a fun warm-up contest, especially for those of you who are doing NaNoWriMo.  Please consider entering!  View all the details here. 

~Cherise

Posted in Posted by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Here is more of my story, the Poet of Aenywroe.  This part does not come directly after the part I previously posted, but is the start of a new section.  To those of you who didn't read the rest of the first section, if you want to read the rest of it, click here.  At the bottom of this post is a link which will take you to the rest of this segment.  (I sure hope I didn't confuse anybody!)  -- Alfred Lord Tennyson

            Chancellor Rendreik watched as Faeryn approached him from the opposite end of the Lower Hall.  He was glad to be able to tutor such a lovely and brilliant young girl in the things he loved best.  Faeryn never made it too hard for him to communicate to her the points he tried to teach her in their lessons.  He ran his fingers through his white hair, pondering on the fact that her Womanhood Ceremony was not far away, and that their lessons would soon come to an end.  He would miss seeing her so often; he had never had any children, but if he had he would have realized that she was like a daughter to him, and that she trusted him as a child would trust her father.  Since her own father was distant from her, she often confided to Rendreik her deepest emotions, and he was able to guide her in straight directions.

“Thank you for coming to see me today, my Lady Faeryn Aenara,” Chancellor Rendreik greeted his student.          

“Thank you for having me, Lord Rendreik Chancelloran,” Faeryn said, returning the formal greeting.  Though Chancellor Rendreik was close to her, during her lessons with him they were required to follow the formal rules of speech and conduct.

“There have been many interesting matters of state that I want to discuss with you, occurances that are perfect for teaching you more about how to rule a kingdom.”

“I thank you again, my Lord Rendreik, but may I venture to wonder why my father would have me learn how to rule if I shall never wear the crown?”

The rest is here.

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Alfred Lord Tennyson here, I just wanted to post the first few paragraphs of the first segment of my story (the limit is four or five paragraphs, right?).  Also, the rest of the first segment can be found at my story blog, Fountain Pen.

Chapter 1 - Part 1

“Cressida, can you open the shutters?  I can’t see anything in this darkness,” Faeryn told her maidservant as she tried to dress in the early morning.  Cressida pulled the shutters back, revealing the prairie below the southeast tower bathed in a golden-warm glow.  Faeryn paused in what she was doing and walked over to the window, gazing out at the beautiful sight. 

            Cressida observed her new mistress with interest.  She had been serving Faeryn for almost three months, but the princess still surprised her.  If one observed her when she appeared at court, one would think that she was already a woman.  Faeryn dealt with her father’s councilors with such a noble bearing that people often mistook her for the queen.  But in private she was still a girl.  Here she was now, standing at the south window in her white under-dress, her long, wavy light-brown hair falling free, craning her head to try to get a glimpse of the western mountains.  At a moment like this the princess did not seem to be all of her sixteen years. 

            “My mistress, the view of the mountains would be better from the northwest tower,” Cressida suggested meekly.  She couldn’t quite understand the princess’s longing for the mountains, but then, she still could remember trying to get a view of the castle whenever her family went to town when she was little.  Perhaps it was the same sort of thing with the princess.  After all, it hadn’t been so long ago that she herself had been a young girl, and she still remembered what it felt like.  “We could go there as soon as you are dressed.”

            Faeryn turned and smiled at Cressida, but the smile was immediately followed by a sigh, and the regal princess that she was returned to her face a little as she spoke:

           “I wish I could, Cressida, I wish I could, but I have a meeting with the chancellor today, and my father has made it plain that I must attend.  But perhaps another day.”  She sighed again, and the girl was back.  “You know, Cressida, I want to visit the mountains someday.  I want to see what lies beyond the first peaks.  I am tired of only looking at them.  But my father will not let me leave his court long enough to go anywhere near them.”

The rest is here.