Poll

Chase

Goldie wrote: "Chase"

oooh i like that one!

I like Sam for either a boy or a girl, but i would keep looking if I were you.

i like sam - simple yet mysterious but maybe a little more like that...Fang (from maximum ride) is a good one...that could give you some ideas...

Nikki wrote: "i like sam - simple yet mysterious but maybe a little more like that...Fang (from maximum ride) is a good one...that could give you some ideas..."

I love Fang! Well, the name and the character. He's definitely one of my favorite male characters, if not number one!

Yeah, and knowing JP he's probably got the money to sue me a thousand times over.
But I still love the name. :)

Marcus, Crow

sam reminds me of a pudgy little kid.... but it's VERY obviously science fiction sounding... oh, idk...

Nate might be too classy

Hay i like Jezel's: MArcus, and Crow

Dont do michael its so bland and used.

Crow is good, but it (the book) takes place in modern times so I really don't know if it would fit the story...
But, I've met some people with some very weird names so I think I might use it. (Yesterday at the movie theater, the lady at the ticket counter's name was Chiquita.)

The female main character's name is going to be Ember, so Crow will fit right in!

awesome! sounds great!

Lizzy wrote: "yeah, I agree with the fang part! I just think that it would be a slight copy of JP if you named your character Fang. Just saying."

yeah i know i wasnt saying to use it just get some ideas from it...

Kat, Nikki, Lizzy and Haley sound like four tough chicks that should star in their own book. LOL

Mark wrote: "Kat, Nikki, Lizzy and Haley sound like four tough chicks that should star in their own book. LOL"

I feel so excluded.
LOL

Ayla wrote: "Mark wrote: "Kat, Nikki, Lizzy and Haley sound like four tough chicks that should star in their own book. LOL"

I feel so excluded.
LOL"

@ Ayla, Not at all. I think your name is really unique and cool. I would just imagine it as a leader of a group like Max. It just doesn't fit with the other group. It could also be a bad guys name. LOL

Mark wrote: "Ayla wrote: "Mark wrote: "Kat, Nikki, Lizzy and Haley sound like four tough chicks that should star in their own book. LOL"

I feel so excluded.
LOL"

@ Ayla, Not at all. I think your name is reall..."

I understand. I was joking anyway. :)

Hmmmm I like Alex or Marcus lol but crow's cool too.

names r overrated just call him "the boy" haha jk

Haley wrote: "names r overrated just call him "the boy" haha jk"

LOL sometimes I feel like doing that though. Names are so hard to come up with, and they say a lot about the character so 1 wrong move could end in disaster.
Well, I make it sound too catastrophic. But you get my point.

haha, drama-rama queen =) jk

Haley wrote: "haha, drama-rama queen =) jk"

Yup. That pretty much sums me up. :)

my mum was gonna name me nate if i was a boy

Haley wrote: "my mum was gonna name me nate if i was a boy"

Mine was gonna name me Aiden. I'm soooo glad I'm not a dude.
Actually, I'd really prefer to be named Skye or River. 'Cause every time someone hears my name they think I'm an illegal immigrant or something. It's pronounced "Eye-la" and so people reading my name (like when I get an award or something) say it wrong. And people who've heard my name think my name is Irish. Like people who've only heard my name once before call me "Irish".
And the red hair doesn't help. And the fact that my birthday's on Saint Patrick's day. I could name at least ten different (wrong) spellings and pronunciations of my name right off the top of my head. (Keep in mind that people have actually used these.)
1. Oialla (My cousin wrote that on a gift card for me when I was, like, six. I was quite confused.)
2. Ila (Used too many times to count)
4. Ailla (Math teacher.)
5. Alya (I really don't understand that one at all. Also used too many times to count)
6. Isle (This weird chick in my class spelled it that way. I corrected her, and then she spelled it Aisle. *sigh*)
7. Ayhalla (The amount of L's varies from person to person)
8. Lya (one of the nurses in the hospital when I was born. My dad was so mad. )
9. Kayla (People are so ignorant. Rather than thinking I just had a different name, one of the teachers at my elementary school insisted that the person making the roll sheet left out the k.)
10. And of course, Irish and Island. *sigh*

I like to think of this list of ridiculous interpretations of my name to be a sign of the ever growing plague of stupidity sweeping the nation.
Now, whenever someone misspells it or mispronounces it, I simply say "Two vowels. Two consonants. Two syllables. It's not that hard."

I know that last post is kind of extensive (Understatement) and I probably seem obsessed with my name but it was more for everyone's amusement than anything else. :)

my last name doesnt help my first either.... =) its hegefeld

How do you pronounce that?
Hedge-Feld?
Heej-Feld?
I probably sound like an idiot. LOL

Heg-e-feld =)

actually more like heg-a-feld

Oh.
Is that, like a certain language? My last name (Bullock) is Scottish or Irish, I can't remember.

German

http://www.babynames.com/
The answer to EVERY NAME!

JORDAN!!!
lol thats my bothers name. he's in jail right now XP

Rilly *procrastinator and proud* wrote: "JORDAN!!!
lol thats my bothers name. he's in jail right now XP"

Omg LOL... I'm sure he loves you announcing that on Goodreads. Hehe.

Ivan Braginski/Belorussia (Ephona) wrote: "http://www.babynames.com/
The answer to EVERY NAME!"

Well, I made a poll to sort of take a sample of people and their preferences. So that way, if I ever get a book published, then most of the people will (hopefully) like the names. I know it's kind of biased but I figured "what the heck".
Also, the problem with those websites is they give you really (ahem) odd names. I'm starting to think they get an actual baby and let it smack the keyboard and then they call it a name.
I mean, Abdukrhaman? That was seriously on the website.

haha, i only picked michael cuz thats my bfs name =)

Haley wrote: "haha, i only picked michael cuz thats my bfs name =)"

Niiiicceee. :)

ikr! =) haha

I ended up naming him Crow. :) thanks every one for helping!! I really appreciate it and I couldn't have come up with that name on my own! :D.
I'm so happy! I'm gonna post the first chapter and the prologue soon, so check my profile!

Lizzy wrote: "YAY! I can't wait! Is this a fanfiction or an entirely new story based on nothing? :D either way I can't wait!"

It's fiction (but not of the fan variety), and it's based on a dream I had. Here's the prologue:
Flashback
The man is short and fair skinned, though his eyes are black. In fact, the closer you look at them, the more it appears as though his eyes are all pupil and no iris. This is not uncommon for a man like him.
But more on that later.
He has an unmistakable scent, one that screams “Evil!”. I turn my head to try and escape the smell, only to get another whiff as he passes behind me, pale hands clasped behind his back. I look up from the bloodstained floor and see that he’s clutching a gun in his hands. I cock my head. It’s a small gun, and he’s doing a very good job of hiding it, though it’s still visible from this angle.
“You won’t kill me,” I whisper. The words roll off my tongue like a raindrop off a leaf.
“Oh really?” he replies.
I make eye contact with him, my gaze steady. “Yes,”
He knocks me in the temple with the gun. It makes a loud popping noise when it connects with my skull.
Silence. He lets out a sigh that most people wouldn’t be able to hear.
I recover quickly, regaining eye contact. “You could’ve shot me,”
“Shut up,” he snaps.
I stare at the blood running down my arms. “Why did you do it?”
“I said shut up!” the man booms. My ears ring.
“Why did you do it?” I repeat, throwing more power into my words. The man appears shocked, like he’s just realized that I have the power to speak above a whisper.
And now it’s his turn to remain quiet. “I did it because…” he trails off. “Because I love you. Because I did love you. While you were still… you.”
He looks at me. This is not the answer I had expected, and I’m pretty sure I’m blushing despite myself.
“Who are you?” I ask, my voice shaking. I can’t make eye contact: I’m staring at my bloody arms again.
“I’m afraid I can’t tell you that,”
“Tell me, or I’ll make you tell me,”
“No.”
When he says that, pure rage fills me inch by inch. And slowly, I feel the ropes that bind me to the chair loosen and suddenly I’m free. I don’t know how I did it.
All I know is I’m unbound and that the door is to my left.

I know it really, really stinks, but the rest of it is WAY better if I do say so myself.

i loved it!

Haley wrote: "i loved it!"

Really? Thanks! You have no idea how much that means to me. (Wow that sounded cliched but it's true.) Especially coming from someone not related to me, so I know it's not biased.
Chapter 1
My arms feel like they’ve been stretched beyond their limit and then suddenly snapped back to their original position. My eyes are dry and crusty, and it takes a few moments before I can see enough to take in my surroundings.
I’m laying on the grass outside a gas station, wedged between two bushes. A thin, wiry and yet sharp branch is poking my right hip, and I think it’s punctured the skin. I try to stand, but I’m hit with a bout of dizziness and have to sit back down.
“Ugh,” I mutter. The ground is covered in ants, and when I see the amount of ant bites on my left arm, I vomit.
I stand and, gripping the bushes for support, I try to remember how I got here.
I can’t.
I try harder, forcing my way through my mind.
Nothing. Before I awakened, there was nothing. White blankness.
My hands begin to shake, and I’m dizzy again, my head pounding in confusion, anger and fear. My heart begins racing.
Breathing raggedly, I stomp my way out of the bushes and vomit again, but this time all that comes up is a clear liquid that burns my throat. I’m dizzy, weak, and unbearably hungry.
I fall to my hands and knees, feeling my stomach clench and my throat constrict. I arch my back and cough violently. All the blood rushes to my head, and there is a pounding pressure behind my eyes.
A dark frame forms around my vision, slowly taking over until I feel my back hit the cold, dew covered ground and the blackness engulfs me.
***
“Hey,” a voice says. “You awake? Come on, don’t die on me! I got enough on my back, I don’t need no dead girl in front of my store!”
I cough even before I can open my eyes. Squinting against the bright sunlight, I stare up at the man before me.
He’s got a brown, dusty hat on and his skin is a golden brown. He smells of tobacco.
He smiles. “There we are,” His breath reeks, but the sound of another human voice is somehow soothing. Like I’ve just been saved by this man.
He’s got a thick voice that reminds me of rust. The man extends his hand. “Come on up now, you can’t lie there all day.”
I stand, dizzy and confused but somehow relieved. Relieved to have another human near me. Relieved to be alive.
“My, you’re a perdy one.” the man looks me over from head to toe. Feeling self-conscious, I look down at myself. I’m wearing a light blue tube top and jeans that make my legs hurt when I move.
“You don’t look the runaway type, but a mighty fine gal like you wouldn’t go around passin’ out in bushes without a darn good reason.”
I stare at the man. When I realize he’s waiting for me to explain myself, I shrug and wipe my sweating palms against my jeans. “I don’t… I don’t remember… what, I mean, how…”
“Come on, now, don’t hurt yourself. Were you drunk? ‘Cause I got a man in here last week.” the man chuckles. “He came in askin’ for a case of beer, but he was only wearin’ a pair of drawers and he was talkin’ all slurred. He got arrested, seein’ how he drove here drunk and all.”
I have no idea what the man is talking about. “Um, I don’t think I was drunk, because I don’t remember anything before waking up in these bushes.” the man furrows his brow, so I say, “I don’t even know my own name. But I’m sure it’ll all come back to me soon, right? I mean, that’s usually what happens, right? I probably just have amnesia.”
I realize I’m babbling and shut up.
“Sounds like you’re reassuring yourself more than me.”
I note the tone of confusion in his voice. Maybe it’s frustration. I study his muscular arms. He seems pretty old, but he doesn’t look like someone I’d want frustrated with me.
He sighs and jams his hands in his pockets. “Well, looks like you’ve got two choices, Perdy Gal. You can come on inside the station with me and get some food in ya, or you can continue walkin’ around the streets like a bum.”
“I’ll take choice A.” I decide after a moment’s thought.
“Good choice, Perdy Gal.”

Max!!!

Ayla wrote: "Rilly *procrastinator and proud* wrote: "JORDAN!!!
lol thats my bothers name. he's in jail right now XP"

Omg LOL... I'm sure he loves you announcing that on Goodreads. Hehe."
meh, he'll never know!!
*evil laughs*

thats nice =)

Haley wrote: "thats nice =)"

Who was that directed to? Me, or Rilly?

initially Rilly, but ur story was good too!

>-<

i like making smilies like that! ^^

Haley wrote: "initially Rilly, but ur story was good too!"

LOL thanks.
Just so you know, our friend Crow doesn't show up till the fourth chapter. I'm currently on chapter five (fourteen pages).