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Tink's Loft of Passionate Daydreaming- Get Your Head In The Clouds
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Paige
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Jan 17, 2009 01:15PM
Thanks! It feels just right. *squirms in delight, then hugs self*
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Okay.... drum roll, please...1/17/09
WC: 109 (in 9 minutes! I mean, I have no time thing, but I thought that was cool)
Story: Nameless
Goal: Achieved!
Total for this story:530 words!
Goodbye all... I will be back in a few hours!
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Race Ya!
goooooodbyyyyyyyyyyyyeeeee tiiiiiiiiiiinkk!
Dee wrote: "Good writing Tink...I am off to finish another LONG chapter as well :)Race Ya!"
*sigh* Wish I had been writing... No, I went to ride my pony! But good work on ur story, Dee!
1/18/09WC: 235 (so far)
Story: Listener
Total 4 this story: 624
Goal: Achieved!
Note: to those of you who read what I posted earlier and commented, (thanks so much, guys!) I have gone back and edited the beginning, and I think my "character dumping" got much better. In fact, I'm going to post it for you guys to see!
Listener
Prologue
You know that expression, the one that goes, “That’s music to my ears!” Well, everything is music to my ears. When I look at someone, I hear the “music” of his or her minds. It literally sounds like a song in my head. Everyone’s can vary, depending on their mood, or their intentions, or even just their thoughts.
I am not a psychic, nor a mind reader. I call myself a “listener” because that’s what I do. I listen.
My name is Raven Evandale. I am alone.
Ch. 1
I opened my eyes, slowly coming back from dreamland into reality. Mom’s familiar mind music, chimes that go up and down and up and down, wakes me almost every morning, as she gets up and gets coffee.
I stretched and groaned. I hate mornings. I hate people, so anytime when I have to interact with others, I hate.
I threw back the covers and hopped out of bed, gazing around at my room. It’s done in varying shades of purple and white, a normal room for an abnormal 14 year-old.
That’s the story of my life. Normal life. Abnormal me.
After I got dressed, I raced down the stairs, taking them two at a time. I walked through the living room and into the kitchen.
I had been paying attention to Mom’s mind’s music as I prepared for school, so I knew she was in a good mood. If all went well, it would be a pleasant morning.
“Good morning, Raven.” Mom said and smiled at me. She was drinking her “pick me up” aka, coffee.
“Morning, Mom.” I tried to say, but I yawned halfway through, so it sounded like, Mmmmmmooom.
“Did you stay up reading again last night? “ Mom asked, inquisitive as ever. When you were a single mom with only one child, you tended to be a bit over protective.
“No, Mom. I’m just tired. It is morning, you know. “ I smiled. Mom was such a worrywart. I loved her for it.
“Alright, honey. You know how worried I get…” she trailed off.
“I know Mom, I know!” I said, laughing. “You don’t need to tell me.”
She joined in, and we laughed together for a moment. It was nice. A nice change. We didn’t laugh much, at least not with each other.
She glanced at the clock, so I looked too. Shoot. I had 3 minutes to run the 5 blocks to school.
“Bye, Mom!” I shrieked as I grabbed a granola bar, picked up my messenger bag and dashed to school. If I was late to Algebra II, I was toast. Burnt toast.
Two and a half minutes later, I dashed through the school doors. Normally, I would stop by my locker, but luckily I had taken home my stuff for my 1st period class yesterday, so it was all in my bag.
I ran down the hallway, praying as hard as I could that Mr. Gonzales, the principal, wasn’t about to walk out of his office and give me a detention.
I turned the corner. Of course, Classroom 323, where I had Algebra II, was as far away from the front doors as physically possible.
Passing a trash can, I dumped my granola bar wrapper in, flying through the doors into class.
Right as I took my seat, the bell rang. I barely made it.
Ms. Brighton, my teacher, noticed this also.
“Tsk, tsk Miss Evandale,” she said. “That was a close one.”
Of course, she had to call me out. Now every person in the room was going to turn around and look at me. Great. Somehow, even though I sat in the very last row of the room, they all managed to stare.
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My favorite line, Tink :)
Glad you like it, Dee! Thanks for commenting. :D :D :D*hands Dee yummy Jamba Juice Smoothie as a thank-you*
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It's mostly fruit juice... it has a lot of calories, but it's SSSSSSSOOOOOOOOOOOOO yummmy. I love it!!!! I guess it's kind of a California thing...
Jan 18th.WC: 110+119+140
Story: Listener, Untitled 2, and Untitled
Total: 430 words
Goal: Achieved!!!!!!!!
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Ahhh... thanks. *does happy dance in cubical* *fairy dust flies everywhere*Uh oh...
RAYANNA! I REQUIRE YOUR SERVICES!!!!!
January 20thW.C. 283+134 (417 words)
Stories: Famous Scientist Report + Listener
Goal: Achieved!
(I won't bore you with my FSR work... but I will put up some more of Listener... check out my writing)
http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/3...
Holy crap Tink! That prologue is strong! It's amazing! I need to read it all!
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all, so far! I haven't posted for yesterday yet though....
WC 1/21-1/23= 1,567 wordsTotal Word Count (2009)= 6335 words
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Oh, and just in case I forget to tell you...
You are a writer's best friend! Everyone needs a little mystical muse, fluttering around with encouraging words (and magical fairy dust).
Thank you for being you!
Awww, thanks Dee. You guys are the best. I write way more when I know that I have friends cheering me on. :D
Paige *wipes tear from eye* Here is a speech. When life gets you down, you get it up. You take the last chocolate ice cream to sell it,make a profit/eat it. You really know how to make a blistering summer into a cold ice cream treat. ACK! What am I doing here giving a speech! LET'S PARTY! *DANCES AROUND MADLY* CONGO! DA DA DA DA DON DON! DA DA DA DA DON DON! THANK YOU OOH PAAIGE! FOR HELPING US SO MUCH!
nothing much, Toli!awww.. your welcome divya... even though I only understood the last two lines!!!!!!!!
1/24/09
WC: 306 words
Story: [School schtuff.... bleh:]
Goal: PASS!
1/25/09
WC: 1050 WORDS!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Story: A mixed-up myth (short story for school)
Goal: SO PASSED!
(I actually think this is pretty good, so I'm posting it on Goodreads. Here's the link. http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/3... )
1/26/09WC:695+305
Total: 1,000 exactly! (whoa, creepy)
Stories worked on: Nameless and Untitled
Total for Nameless:1,108
Total for Untitled: 6,417
Goal: PASS!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!
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Thanks! I was feeling inspired. I thought of a name for my cubical...*goes to rename*
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Oh, Pretty...I Sparkle :)
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Same in a box
Same with a mouse
Same in a house
Same here
Same there
Same everywhere!
Welcome to the glittery cubical! Feel free to make yourself at home!*shows off new fridge stocked with all the favorites in Dee's fridge*
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Ahh, thanks Tink, it feels just like home :)
:D Good, your cubical is so popular I'm trying to make mine just as fun. :D
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