Hello everyone! I just wanted to share this brilliant blog my writer cousin Mary Lynne Gibbs sent to me today. There are so many useful tips that I wish I had known a long time ago!
http://goteenwriters.blogspot.com
check it out!
Cheers,
Natalie
Quote Saturday #5
Doesn't the time fly! Only one more quote Saturday left! Sorry for forgetting to post yesterday once again. But never fear, here it is!
The last
boy, still screaming and bleeding, looked out into the audience of brands,
locking eyes with as many of us as possible as he screamed over and over “WE
WILL RISE AGAIN! WE WILL RISE AGAIN! WE WILL—” But then, like slicing
through the skin of a sausage casing, an Intel punctured his chest with a
knife, dragging it down through his flesh until it reaches his navel. But he
wasn’t dead yet, screaming in agony as they begin to tear out his organs and
throw them to the ground, all while the brands around him boo and hiss. His
eyes fluttered shut as his head slumped to his chest, the audience standing and
applauding his death.
Public
executions are designed to be remembered—letting any potential rebel know what
will happen to them if they disobey The Tower’s government.
Quote Saturday #4
It's Saturday once more! only two more until I supposedly hear back from the publishers!
Below the
tunnels on the ocean floor lays a large, banged up copper head, turned green
over time. I give a silent hello to the rippling green figure of Lady Liberty
visible through the glass to my right, seaweed and scallops clinging to her
thin, obdurate face, permanently frozen in a sort of serious grimace. She looked
sort of like an Intelligent.
Quote Saturday: #3
Well hullo there! Sorry that I missed quote Saturday yesterday. For forgetting, here are two of my favorites!
I don’t do that cute, cuddly, romantic stuff, okay?"
I raise my hands in defense. “I never said you did. You’re just an insensitive, heartless boy who only cares about a good hump and dump.”
“I’m glad we’re finally beginning to understand each other.” He grins, roughly patting my shoulder.
I bend down and scoop up a handful of mud and smear it across his face, wiping the remainder of it on his shirt with a wide grin.
Stratus blinks after a moment with a slight nod. “Nice.”
Have a good week, everyone!
I don’t do that cute, cuddly, romantic stuff, okay?"
I raise my hands in defense. “I never said you did. You’re just an insensitive, heartless boy who only cares about a good hump and dump.”
“I’m glad we’re finally beginning to understand each other.” He grins, roughly patting my shoulder.
I bend down and scoop up a handful of mud and smear it across his face, wiping the remainder of it on his shirt with a wide grin.
Stratus blinks after a moment with a slight nod. “Nice.”
Upon the third cleared throat, I realize I have stumbled across a taboo subject, one that requires staring at the ceiling and nervous tapping feet. Why? If the children here aren’t born in the walls, where would they come from that deserves such avoidance?
New piece!
Good evening!
I have some exciting news! I have started writing a new piece, or rather, revisited an old piece that had some awesome potential.
Originally entitled The Lost Boy (and Cold Lips wayyy long ago in the ancient year of 2007 when I first started it), the new completely reworked novel Lost in the Middle of Somewhere is back in the works!
So if you are a fan of The Lost Boy on figment be sure to check out the new revamped novel here.
Lost in the Middle of Somewhere is the story of Angie, a troubled seventeen year old girl fascinated by death constantly being dragged around the country by her young, vapid mother until they move into an old house riddled with secrets. Soon, young Angie uncovers her deceased father's dark past and finds herself speaking to someone who died twenty years ago...or so everyone thought.
Be sure to check it out!
~Natalie
I have some exciting news! I have started writing a new piece, or rather, revisited an old piece that had some awesome potential.
Originally entitled The Lost Boy (and Cold Lips wayyy long ago in the ancient year of 2007 when I first started it), the new completely reworked novel Lost in the Middle of Somewhere is back in the works!
So if you are a fan of The Lost Boy on figment be sure to check out the new revamped novel here.
Lost in the Middle of Somewhere is the story of Angie, a troubled seventeen year old girl fascinated by death constantly being dragged around the country by her young, vapid mother until they move into an old house riddled with secrets. Soon, young Angie uncovers her deceased father's dark past and finds herself speaking to someone who died twenty years ago...or so everyone thought.
Be sure to check it out!
~Natalie
Quote Saturday: #2
“Freedom,” he
repeats. “Leave everything behind and just be free.”
I swallow and close my eyes. Leave everything behind. It’s so hard to forget
everything I believe in. I feel like a newborn brand: vulnerable, yet fresh and
unmarked. But I have to try. I guess rule number two doesn’t only mean physical
fitness but mental fitness as well.
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