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 Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2010 5:32 pm
Hello, almost all of you have no idea who I am and what I write, so I decided to make a thread about just that. I will be updating it regularly, so please stop by often!
XxXxXxXxXxXx_____Post One: About the Author & Introduction
XxXxXxXxXxXxXx_____Post Two: Current Work
XxXxXxXxXxXxXx_____Post Three: Spiffy Things and the News
XxXxXxXxXxXxXx_____Post Four: Miscellaneous
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Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2010 5:33 pm
About the Author
XxXxXHello, this is Ergo here. For those of you who read the original post, this is the author information and introduction area; for those who didn't, please refer to the previous statement. Let's start slowly, shall we?
XxXxXI am currently in my senior year of High School at 16 years old, and I am thoroughly anticipating college and its many wonders. My current hobbies include: hiking, writing, reading, and whatever school clubs may interest me. I have a very full workload this year, so it may not be possible to post new material regularly. If it comes down to that, I will simply post works from a few years ago or last year (which has its own special distinction for reasons I will delve in to shortly).
XxXxXI have an active social life despite my school work, and am a member of a handful of school clubs that tend to eat up time. The only ones I attend regularly are Future Teachers of America, Japanese Club, and German Club; Art Club usually overlaps with one or more of those, so I don't attend much anymore. In terms of school work, I am currently enrolled in several AP Courses, Honors German IV, Japanese II, and Sociology, in no particular order. My workload this year may be heavy, but last year was drastically different. Last year, I had a study hall.
XxXxXSpeaking of last year, that was when I first got involved in creative writing. After taking the regular course, I popped on over to the Advanced course my school offers and wrote a nice, short little book set in a dystopia. I named it "Hollow", and after writing a minimum of ten pages a week for several weeks on end, it rang in at an incomplete 117 pages when the school year ended. Mind you, that's around four times the length that it was supposed to be, and it wasn't finished.
XxXxXHollow is currently published on Lulu.com, I can provide a link if any of you wants to check it out. It's still unfinished, and I'll be damned if it isn't a first draft, but the guy down at the local tea shop is pretty impressed. Lulu is a very user-friendly website that allows anyone with an account to publish with them. They sell by order, though, so they won't be putting a book on shelves unless the author buys a marketing package as well.
XxXxXWhen it comes down to it, what I like to write is strange. My English teachers have told me that my writing comes off as existential Science-Fiction with magical realism thrown in to it, and I believe them. The looking glass is foggy for me, after all.
XxXxXI may add another post for my favorite characters so far.
Currently Requesting: Constructive Criticism, Title Suggestions.
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Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2010 5:34 pm
XxXxXIn the kitchen of a house of great luxury stood a boy, loving and hateful, his smile gleaming like the silver on his table. His fingers moved with a soft and gentle certainty across the lip of a wine glass, the smooth, clear sound ringing gently and calmly in the still air.
XxXxXA television news broadcast played quietly in the next room, fizzling in and out of clarity. There was a new leader, but the boy couldn’t have cared less. He hadn’t the option to vote yet, not that he would have. Politics were stupid and corrupt.
XxXxXOutside the moon shone on the dewy gardens of the house, and on the red car in the drive, and on the perfect, even grass of the lawn. It shone through the steel bars of the gate, casting deep shadows that approached the house slowly, inching closer as the moon sank. The only movement belonged to a malnourished cat, slinking across the high stone walls that surrounded the house in search of a meal. Nothing else moved outside the house, not the fish in the small pond, not the dog, not the large, bulky figures outside each door and window.
XxXxXThere was a crash as the figures broke down the front door, surging in to the house and scouring the inside. As they stomped through the house, the boy, loving and hateful, filled the glass with a crimson wine and slipped a small, blue pill in to his drink. Plugging his nose he took a drink of the now-purple wine.
XxXxXPolice surged in to the kitchen, ignoring the shattered wine glass on the floor and the drop of liquid that still trembled from the shock of the fall. The window stood open, and outside the boy stood casually on his roof.
XxXxXThe garden was above him and he felt good, electrified almost. A policeman stared at him, clutching to the windowsill as he stared at the dark-eyed boy standing upside down on the eaves outside the window. The officer reached slowly for the gun at his waist and waved several others over.
XxXxX“He’s taken the pill, repeat, he’s taken the pill,” someone said in to a microphone. “All units converge on the Shea residence.”
XxXxXThe eaves creaked as the boy stepped backward, away from the window and the police in it, and then pivoted on his foot and took off down the underside of the roof, the wood and metal creaking under him.
XxXxXLight suddenly surrounded him as several helicopters ripped through the night air, hovering over the perfect, even grass of the lawn.
XxXxX“Ludo Shea!” a voice called from one of the helicopters, several metal tubes pointing at the boy.
XxXxXLudo was running toward the edge of the roof when a couple of bullets ripped through his thigh and shin. The boy fell, clenching his fist as the holes in his leg closed and scabbed over.
XxXxX“Give it up!” he shouted at the helicopters, his words lost in the night air. “I took the pill! You have no chance!”
XxXxXThe boy struggled over to the edge of the roof and the police and the helicopters paused, struggling with some difficult thought. The sounds of the helicopters were fading in the boy’s ears and his eyes were drooping. Before the orders could trickle down to capture the boy, the police found themselves watching him roll off the roof and disappear, falling in to the sky toward the infinite black void above.
XxXxXThe sky was dimming in Ludo’s eyes as he fell, the wind rushing through him. A tiny voice floated in from the stars and the boy’s breath left him, his chest seizing up as if the voice’s origins had also seen fit to pummel him in the stomach. Beneath him, as he slowed in his upward fall, the entire world shifted.
XxXxXSlowly, the boy, loving and hateful, closed his eyes, leaving behind the dewy gardens of the house, the red car in the drive, and the perfect, even grass of the lawn.
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Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2010 5:35 pm
Current Work: See above.
- Working Title: Star
- Type: Introduction to novel.
- Draft: First.
- Status: Unpublished.
- Last Edit: August 18, 2010.
As a special note to readers: All posted works are first drafts unless otherwise stated.
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Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2010 5:36 pm
Favorite Writers
- Searching!
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Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2010 6:16 pm
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