I am always bemused by people who seem to be enraged by the fact that one has to change lanes from time to time. I was in the left hand lane, politely indicated to shift into the right-hand land because I was going to need to turn right very soon. After doing so, the car behind me revved its engine in a very angry way, zipped left, then back in front of me - clearly affronted by the fact that I had to change lanes. It's very weird - it wasn't as if I changed lanes in a defiant and confrontational manner! :D

Working title: Unseen Embers

Author: Winter Violet

Genre: Fantasy/Adventure/Romance

Notes: Just read and review it. I hardly get reviews for a work I've written. It's a story I had since last year and I've been lazy to get it done. Oh well, promise me you'll review it? I really have to know what my readers think of this work. So, big thanks. It's still not finished but I'll get there somehow.

www.fictionpress.com/s/2742502/1/Unseen_Embers

Title: Bees
Rating: T
Genre: Fantasy/Sci-Fi
Warnings: Bi-lingual swearing and spontaneous combustion

http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2750337/1/

Shaylie checked her mirror before leaving the house. She didn't want to look stupid for the interview. Even though it was a stupid place to start, she was greatful for the oppertunity.

she awoke to see her boy friend Ryan softly crying and running his hands though his blonde hair.

She looked around a saw where she was she was in the hospital.

She had been in a car crash with a semi truck.

Ryan was talking to the doctor. "Do you think that she will be at full recovery? Soon?"

The doctor shook his head. "I'm not sure, son...give her a while."

Shaylie tried to talk. She could not though. She fumbled and felt around her mouth. it stung and her whole face was full of stitches and bruises. She looked down and she had a bandage all over her stomach. The doctor finished talking to Ryan. Ryan returned to the bed and sat in a chair next to the bed. His face was drained of color and feeling. The doctor turned out the light and Ryan laid his head on her chest and started to silently cry. Shaylie could not move or make a sound. She just let him fall asleep, after 15 minutes he was asleep and slowly she moved her hand up to his head and ran her fingers through his hair.

Later that week:

The doctor went to Shaylie and put his hand to her forehead. She was confused by this act but went along knowing he was the doctor and he knew what he was doing. The soft hand went to her arm and pressed it gently. "Does this hurt?" She shook her head slightly despite the pain. He nodded and went to get his clipboard.

Shaylie looked around the room, while questions boggled through her head.

'Why me?' 'What did I do wrong?' 'Who was the other person?' 'Is he or she ok?' 'What REALLY happened..'

"Ryan....?" she softly called out to him.

"your awake..." tears started to well up in his eyes.

"ya is the other person...ok" she said weakly. she had barley any feeling in her voice.

"......I’m afraid not.....Remember Braidy....he was the other driver....it was....sucide" Ryan said softly.

"Oh no...She cried softly....is he..."She said softly crying.

"No...."Ryan hugged her. they both knew Braidy well they had all be friends since they were little, since preschool to be exact. Braidy had always been abused by his dad.

The tears that fell that day lead to another....the dreaded day of all....the funeral of Braidy. Shalylie had enough of the funeral. She had too many memories that almost cut her open with misery. But she knew that Ryan wanted to talk to Jeffrey...although she had no clue why he was acting this way....well she had a small clue...but she didn't want to think about it. She just thought about the times when everything was OK. When everyone was happy and friends...when everyone loved each other. But that hurt worse...

She sighed painfully and walked with her crutches over to the refreshments.

She looked around trying to find something that looked good.

But nothing did. Nothing in this world had gone right for her....her mother was abusive and Braidy was dead. Dead. She could never forget what she had lost... But the pain was something to get used to. It was time for the veiwing. She looked down at braidys body. She took his hand in hers and silently looked at him. "I......Love you braidy" her voice shatterd and broken. She bent down and kissed his cold forhead. "i love you..." she sighed as the cold yet warm tears fell down her cheek.

she looked at his face on last time and walked away. "im going home ryan...bye jefferey"she said quietly. "let me come with you" ryan said quietly. "NO." she shouted "no...."she said again softly. she turned sharp and limped away on her crutches.

later that night...

She sat in her window as she stared out at the stars and into the moon. she looked down at the t-shirt braidy had given her.it was white with baby-blue sleeves and in baby blue it said 13. it was a huge shirt and went down past her knees. she started to cry again and as she did she sang her and braidys favorite song.....

When you feel all alone

And the world has turned its back on you

Give me a moment please

To tame your wild wild heart

Let me be the one you call

If you jump Ill break your fall

Lift you up and fly away with you into the night

If you need to fall apart

I can mend a broken heart

If you need to crash then crash and burn

Youre not alone

it was their song.....and she loved him.......not Ryan.... Ryan was a great guy...but Braidy was someone who actually loved her back. No matter where he was. Even now. And she knew with all her heart that he did.

She didn't want to think about it. It was too painful. If she kept thinking it through...more memories would flood her mind.

She didn't want that. But she still knew that pain was her life...for now on...that she would have to put that smile on her face even though it was hard to get up. Even though she cried herself to sleep. Even though memories would be her dreams.

That smile would be one of the hardest things to do. But she had to do it.
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Ok so this was written by me and my friend. Song (c) Savage Garden
Laters!!!

I think they broke the LJ notification system :D I'm not getting notification for any of my comments. Poor LJ ...

I'll give you the particulars of my novel in a second but first of all I'd like to explain that i'm posting this because I need a non-Irish perspective. I'm from Dublin and it's essentially a tale of Dublin and Irish youth culture but i'm unsure as to whether it translates or not, so I'd appreciate any commentary you may have.

Name: Alive (working title)
Genre: Stream of Consciousness (of sorts)

Plot: La has a tumbleweed heart ensconsed in years worth of "just fines". After troubled teenage years brightly painted in drug-colours and laced with the taste of vicious men she has picked herself up and kept walking. She gets out of bed, steps over all her coffins, puts on the kettle and smokes a cigarette. The problem is; is she really alive? Is everything still functioning under that cold shell wrapped firmly around her? She was unaware of her stolid, internal-death until she met Micheal. Micheal cracked her open for the world (and herself) to see and after he leaves her she is nothing but pieces.

The novel is set over the course of 24 hours whereby La finds herself examining her past, present and future and the pain and joy of living.

Diarmuid is La's close friend, the one who set her on the path towards healing and the one who introduced her to Michael. The discovery at the age of 12 that his mother's husband and his father once used to be best-friends has left him with a foul taste in his mouth with regards to all women. He's been with Beckett (La's female best friend) for quite a few months but has been refusing to tell anyone (or let her tell anyone). The second half of the book follows his and Beckett's love story and the events of the same 24 hours told from a different perspective.



SO if you want to read it, please comment, I'd love to hear what you think!

It’s amazing what people don’t see. Behind closed doors and beyond social life, there’s almost an entire unrecognized universe.

But people try, don’t they? They really try; when the door closes, they fight the handle to keep it open. They’re painfully curious about the worlds they never see. Maybe even somewhere, deep inside, they actually care.

Sometimes welcomed, and sometimes not. Portals open, lives are saved; worlds are finally seen for the darkness, or the light, that they hold. Revelations are…sweet.

And yet, so many fight to keep their doors closed. Tightening the locks, hiding in the deepest corner of their own personal hell, denying access to the ones who fight the hardest. Do they fear being saved? Or fear knowing love? Tremble at the thought of be cared for…?

Persistently, people try…and people forget. Tossing away care of space just for a single glimpse of the unknown. Do they truly care, then? Do they acknowledge the soul dwelling and dying within that universe, or are they forever marveled at the momentary sight of things they will never know? If so, they are not true. They do not care.

“Will the prince of darkness ever find a light?”

Can the King of Hell fall in Love? Rated T-M
Romance/Fantasy/Angst
In Progress

http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2599097/1/Lucifer_Oh_Lucifer

Title: Tchaikovsky Chocolate
Rating: PG-13
Chapters: 5 Akts
Genre: Romance, Slice of Life, Drama, Books, Classical Music.
Summary: "Olivia Benbow is the owner of a bookshop/library on Earlham Street, named "Tchaikovsky Chocolate". Her everyday life implies the art of knowledge and the books that she sells or borrows, of how she sweetens the customers with her handmade chocolate and inquire a hint of love for classical music, together with the playfulness of her pet own Tawny. But at the end of one late autumn day, her usual customers are put into shade by a mysterious man, who spends one hour in her shop without buying anything, but decides in the end to take the most expensive volume collection by Shakespeare. And it does not remain the only day of his strange visit, for he comes tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, until Olivia is curious enough to befriend him, and find out more about him."


( Tchaikovsky Chocolate - Akt II - Coffee )

Blurb: The Adventure of English is a British television series (ITV) on the history of the English language presented by Melvyn Bragg as well as a companion book, also written by Bragg. The series ran in 2003. The series and the book are cast as an adventure story, or the biography of English as if it were a living being, covering the history of the language from its modest beginnings around 500 AD as a minor guttural Germanic dialect to its rise as a truly established global language. In the television series, Bragg explains the origins and spelling of many words based on the times in which they were introduced into the growing language that would eventually become modern English.

I just finished watching this series which is comprised of eight episodes, each about 50 minutes.

Episode 1 - Birth of a Language
Episode 2 - English Goes Underground
Episode 3 - The Battle for the Language of the Bible
Episode 4 - This Earth, This Realm, This England
Episode 5 - English in America
Episode 6 - Speaking Proper
Episode 7 - The Language of Empire
Episode 8 - Many Tongues Called English, One World Language ( Read more... )

Odd - I had just been talking about TinEye Reverse Image Search and just then the Canadian showed me Google Goggles.



Interesting ...!

Title: By Proxy
Chapter title: Louie Louie
Author: jedhoover
Genre: Fantasy / Humor (?)
Chapter : 2/?
Disclaimer: Some cursing. Maybe portraying God in a bad way?
Chapter summary: Hamied and the gang meets an alien.
Author's note: The song is "Brother Louie" by Modern Talking (I have an old soul)



( Saturday night's alright for fighting? )

I promise this is about original fiction!

How many you are also fanfiction writers? And how many of you that are have Secret Santa exchanges in your fandoms (or participate in a multi-fandom exchange ala Yuletide)?

The main question: How many of you would be willing to participate in a Secret Santa exchange for original fiction?

It would work along the same lines as most of the fanfic-based exchanges with one exception: instead of offering/requesting fandoms and pairings, you'd offer/request genres and genders of pairings (like, for example, requesting an action fic with a male/female hookup at the end).

I don't have all the details set up (since I'm aiming to make it a Christmas exchange, it wouldn't open until next year), just this basic idea, and I wanted to propose it to a collective of original fic writers before I took the time.

I've been wondering whether SyFy's Alice is any good. Some of the modern retellings haven't really grabbed me - for instance, I didn't really care for 'Tin Man', but I do love the Alice in Wonderland story... I haven't read much on my friends list in terms of feedback, but perhaps I shall see more once it's finished airing.

Hee this is co cute and clever. I love the high notes.

The Canadian has introduced me to TinyEye Reverse Image Search.

TinEye is a reverse image search engine. You can submit an image to TinEye to find out where it came from, how it is being used, if modified versions of the image exist, or to find higher resolution versions. TinEye is the first image search engine on the web to use image identification technology rather than keywords, metadata or watermarks.

I asked him what the purpose was and he said that sometimes you like an image but want a higher quality version, or you might want to see the original photos that comprise a composite image. I've installed the TinEye Application for Firefox which should be quite useful, especially when their search index increases.

Hi everyone,

My name is Lisa and I'm the editor of an online literary publication called 'Maverick'. We're currently looking for fiction writers whose work could be included in our magazine. If you have any work that you'd like to see reach a wider audience, or be used in a more commercial format then we'd love to see it.

Our magazine is non-profit, so sadly I would not be able to offer commission for your work, but you would of course receive full credit and copyright for your contribution.

Our first issue was released in December and has been well received, and I would like our next issue to be a similar success. If you wish to have a look, it's available at: http://www.projectmaverick.eu.

Thanks for reading,
Lisa