Anna Brie

The conflict is in reaching the goal, not the goal itself.

@kate-flournoy, yeah, that’s what I was trying to say, but you said it better. 😉 😛
Yes, character conflict is quite interesting. In the novel I’m working on with my sister (@ingridrd), we use some of that (MC and a snobby girl [aka Sheryn Slade] are always at each other’s throats).…[Read more]

“This is really weird, introducing myself to you. Okay,” he sucks in a deep breath. “I’m Gavin Frensky.”
Gavin Frensky. The name sounds familiar…like someone I dreamed about but whom I didn’t know personally. I stare at Gavin, unable to tear my gaze away. “How old are you, Gavin?”
“I’m 17.”
Seventeen. For some reason, seventeen doesn’t seem…[Read more]

Thanks @Daeus 🙂 I’ll keep that in mind.

:O Sarah!!! So this is the kind of friend that I’m emailing with?!? *Faints* 😛
@overcomer I do love the beach. You make me wish for summer all again. We are into our first month of autumn and heading for winter. 🙁 (And my birthday 🙂 )
@kate-flournoy A wise move. I shall endeavour to do the same.

Written Words.
Ha, I thought of another one. Yay! (Don’t know if it’s any good though.)

@overcomer Ooooo….great poem. I really loved it.
Hmm…titles. Not my strong point.
The typewriter.
Words.
“Come on Tess. Think, think.” *scrunches up eyes and holds breath* Gasp, gasp, gasp. “Nope, that’s all I can think of for now.” 🙁 Sorry

He shrugs and answers, “The dragon from the north, yes.”
Seeing the look of shock on my face, he crosses his arms.
“Must have lost more of your memories than I thought,” he mutters.
“D-dragons don’t…exist!” I manage to exclaim.
“No, not in present times. But, uh… we’re not really in present times, now, are we?”
I raise my hands in…[Read more]

Let me try that again… for some reason I switched to past tense.

“Who are you?” I manage to ask him.
“Someone who knows why you’re here,” the man answers.
I can’t stop staring at the man. There’s something unusual about him that I can’t put my finger on…

Because writing is a way I can pour out my ideas (and dreams, feelings, expectations…) and turn them into something that others would want to hear.

Because writing is the only way I can pour out my ideas (and dreams, feelings, expectations…) and turn them into something that others would want to hear.

“Who are you?” I managed to ask him.
“Someone who knows why you’re here,” the man answered.
I couldn’t stop staring at the man. There was something unusual about him that I couldn’t put my finger on…

“Who are you?” I managed to ask him.
“Someone who knows why you’re here,” the man answered.
I couldn’t stop staring at the man. There was something unusual about that I couldn’t put my finger on…

“Well…um…maybe someone else would like to say something?” I asked, trying hard to move the spotlight off me.
The faces stared back at me blankly.
“Fine,” I said. “Tell me the problem, and I’ll see what I can do.”
“You should know what the problem is,” one little old lady screeched at me.
“She can’t remember,” another argued.
Suddenly the…[Read more]

“Well…um…maybe someone else would like to say something?” I asked, trying hard to move the spotlight off me.
The faces stared back at my blankly.
“Fine,” I said. “Tell the problem, and I’ll see what I can do.”
“You should know what the problem is,” one little old lady screeched at me.
“She can’t remember,” another argued.
Suddenly the whole…[Read more]

“Well…um…maybe someone else would like to say something?” I asked, trying hard to move the spotlight of me.
The faces stared back at my blankly.
“Fine,” I said. “Tell the problem, and I’ll see what I can do.”
“You should know what the problem is,” one little old lady screeched at me.
“She can’t remember,” another argued.
Suddenly the whole…[Read more]

@warrioroftherealm Welcome to the topic. Idaho! That’s great. 😀
@daeus I envy you. I’ve always wanted to look like a movie star!!!!!!!

…”Uh,” I pause, trying to remember any “ideas” I might have had before I passed out. The funny thing is, I’ve never met these people before in my life. How could they possibly know who I am?
The red-headed man glares at me again and waits expectantly for me to speak. When I say nothing, he growls, “Tell us about your idea to save the world.…[Read more]

“Of course we have!” she replied, looking at me as if I was out of my mind. Which, at this point, it wouldn’t surprise me if I was.
“Come sit,” she told me, and she put her stiff hands on my shoulders and guided me to a chair. As I was pushed down on my seat, I noticed everyone else at the table was staring at me. I sheepishly grinned, and…[Read more]