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Thursday Night Write

May 6, 2010

Happy Thursday everybody, and welcome to Thursday Night Write!

I’ve been a bit stressed out with writing and life, and I tend to withdraw when that happens. Sorry if I left you guys hanging this week! I’ve been a little MIA…

Anyway, you know the rules; give yourselves no more than 30 minutes to write something – anything – based on the prompt at left. Then, post no more than 500 words of it for comment here on the TNW community. And don’t forget to comment at least one other entry if you post one of your own.

Lastly, I want to take this opportunity to share the gorgeous cover art for the German edition of Book II in the Prophecy of the Sisters Trilogy, called Love and Betrayal in German.


And no. That is not James.


I’m still fanning myself.

43 Comments leave one →
  1. Indigo permalink
    May 8, 2010 11:58 am

    I love this picture, Michelle! Thanks again for giving a place to post our work!

    The slick road
    covered in the tears and fringes
    of sorrow
    the traffic lights dancing
    dancing in circles
    in flames of air

    The breaths
    being held in birdcages
    bombs against the world
    the slivers were draining
    draining upon the floor of the store
    your rainwater and vital impulses

    The life of the man next door
    in his little store
    followed the path you were on
    fell upon the ripped
    beside you

    • May 8, 2010 2:53 pm

      Wow, this was really touching. It’s so sad and powerful. There is something about it that I just completely love. I loved the entire piece, how it flowed right along, but my favorite two are:
      “The slick road
      covered in the tears and fringes
      of sorrow
      the traffic lights dancing
      dancing in circles
      in flames of air” and
      “The breaths
      being held in birdcages
      bombs against the world”
      These two just really stood out to me, and the entire thing is just wonderful!

  2. May 7, 2010 9:12 pm

    Ahh! I cant wait for the bok!! XD

  3. May 7, 2010 9:06 pm

    @ Alix-wa, maybe it’s just my computer, but there wasn’t a reply at your piece, so heres my comment for you: That was AMAZING!! I loved it so much. It felt like I got to see more about your personality. I especially love numbers 3, 4, 5, and 7. Just amazing! 🙂
    Just whipped this up really quick. I wasn’t really sure where it was going until the very end. I’m still not really sure, honestly…. (that’s kinda bad isn’t it??) And a question, how do I count the number of words? any comments welcome….

    I’m the girl chasing butterflies.
    I’m the little boys with crumb coated lips that lie
    of putting hands in the cookie jar.
    I’m the couple who gazes above at stars.
    I’m the kid who goes unseen through the halls.
    I’m the the clumsy girl who always falls.

    I’m the women sitting alone at the bus stop.
    I’m the teens singing out of key to bad hip-hop.
    I’m the homeless man standing on the corner in the rain,
    trying to gahter money to stiffle some of his physical pain.
    I’m the man who works late at night,
    missing his family at home.
    I’m the kid who never puts down their phone.
    I’m the one who tries the best to walk in Jesus’ light.

    I’m the girl who has rock music at blaring levels.
    I’m the one who can smile wickedly like the devil.
    I’m the guy who helps everyone.
    I’m the girl who will screw with your head for fun.
    I’m the child who, for mothers day will give you a homemade mug.
    I’m the one whos always willing to give a friendly hug.

    I am all these things, but also none of them.
    I’m a sweet looking rose, with an armoured stem.

    I am me. I am you.
    I am the sky when it’s blue,
    I am the calm before the storm.

    I am an ever-changing form.

    • mak...XD permalink
      May 8, 2010 10:26 am

      Meagan….i love your piece so much…i just don’t really know why. the flow is wonderful and i couldn’t stop reading it. i read it a second time and i remained still in awe. its beautiful how you captured all the different people and their ways of life. wonderful writing!!!!!

    • michellezinkbooks permalink*
      May 8, 2010 10:41 am

      So lovely. You have such a talent for this kind of writing, Meagan. And I have a special fondness for this because it explores the theme of “Oneness” that’s so important to me.

      Especially love this;

      I am all these things, but also none of them.
      I’m a sweet looking rose, with an armoured stem.

      I love it!


    • Indigo permalink
      May 8, 2010 12:00 pm

      You are so talented, Meagan. Every week I thoroughly enjoy reading your work. This was just beautiful.

      • May 8, 2010 2:57 pm

        Thank you Mak, Michelle, and Indigo! It means alot to hear that yall enjoy what I write, thank you 🙂

  4. May 7, 2010 12:08 am

    Okay guys, I’m going to continue with my improv script starring Andrick and Venetia. If you remember from last week, Venetia and Andrick followed a time traveler named Reviva from 1886 to 1986. Venetia has an amulet that’s a portal to the Realm of Otherness that she must protect from Arachne, who wants to destroy the world. Reviva, Andrick, and Venetia avoid another attack, and they meet up with Reviva’s assistant, Cadmon, in the city. It’s now later in the day, and they’ve gotten used to the new culture.


    VENETIA (seventeen with long, brown hair, golden brown eyes, and a brown school girl’s clothes with torn stockings) and ANDRICK (eighteen with dark, curly hair, green eyes, and wearing a slightly unbuttoned oxford, and relaxed brown pants)stand outside with REVIVA (a woman with flowing blonde hair, misty gray eyes, and white robes)and CADMON (a good looking man in his late twenties with short red hair, green eyes, and upscale casual wear).

    Wow, this looks like home,
    almost. Wait, they kept a
    lot of our same buildings!
    That looks like…Venetia,
    that’s your home!

    Venetia does not say anything. She runs across the street, and Andrick follows her. Reviva tries to go after them, but Cadmon stops her.

    It can’t hurt them to know.

    Reviva heeds him, and they wait on the corner. Venetia gets closer to the building and reads the sign.

    It says A & V Protective Services.
    A & V?

    Oh my God! Look at that
    portrait by the fireplace.

    INTERCUT-inside the shop. BG-it’s a waiting room with a reception desk, cozy furniture, and a fireplace. The portrait shows a picture of a man and woman holding a baby. Venetia looks closer and sees that picture is of her and Andrick about ten years older.

    A & V…

    Venetia and Andrick look at each other incredulously.

    • michellezinkbooks permalink*
      May 8, 2010 10:36 am

      Ooooo! Very cool! I like the INTERCUT a lot.

      Very intriguing…

      Nice job, hon!


      • May 8, 2010 9:54 pm

        Thanks Michelle! Intercut is used when there’s a scene within a scene. Or sometimes it’s a close up on what the character’s a looking at. Or in this case, it’s both! I’m glad you enjoy this improv script 🙂

  5. May 6, 2010 10:59 pm

    WOW! The German cover is … WOW! Amazing!!

    • michellezinkbooks permalink*
      May 8, 2010 10:35 am

      Thanks, MM! I ADORE it, too!


  6. May 6, 2010 8:52 pm

    Ooh, the German cover is pretty.
    I was going to continue what I wrote last week for TNW, but I got sidetracked by something I wrote for school.
    Her feet barely skimmed the top of the slick road as she darted into traffic. They’d stop, she knew it. If they didn’t, well, someone would get blamed for her injuries or death. Right now, she had more things to worry about. Her best friend was about to do something incredibly stupid. She should’ve stopped him sooner, but best friends never let the other do something stupid—alone.
    His silhouette was hidden behind pedestrians, but she saw him clear as day, soaked in rain.
    “Kaiden!” She called, not caring if everyone heard her. He was moments away from slipping into the building when she stopped him. He spun around, feet almost slipping on the slippery ground. His bright eyes were wide in disbelief and he quickly moved his bangs out of his eyes.
    “Ensley?” He asked in disbelief. She nodded, her blonde hair slipping out of the braid down her back. Her bright blue eyes reached his green ones when she stood on her tip-toes. “I thought you were against this,” He breathed.
    “Best friends do stupid things together,” Ensley replied. His lips curved into the smile she hadn’t seen in a week.
    “Even the stupidest thing in the world a human could possibly do?” He asked. Ensley nodded.
    “You’re human, I’m not,” was all Ensley said and Kaiden nodded.
    “Yes, I forgot. You seem human, though.”
    Ensley smirked. “All apart of the plan.”
    “Well, they aren’t going to wait forever,” Kaiden said, looping his arm with Ensley’s.
    “Who’s ‘they’?” Ensley asked and Kaiden’s smile grew larger.
    “Why, it’s the Deyalii’s,” Kaiden said, as if she ought to know the name. She did and it sent chills down her back.
    Her mouth opened to say something, but the word never left her lips as Kaiden opened the door to the “abandoned” building where the Deyalii sat looking like the things you’d find in the darkest nightmares.
    Kaiden stepped in first, and Ensley followed, knowing that she’d be leaving the rain soaked streets of Seattle behind forever

    • May 7, 2010 9:07 pm

      This was really interseting, and it pulled me in right away. I’m really curious about who the Deyalii. Great work 🙂

    • michellezinkbooks permalink*
      May 8, 2010 10:34 am

      This flows really well, Elly. I like that your dialogue moves along so quickly without a lot of stuff in between to slow it down.

      You’ve set up a very interesting scene that definitely makes me want to know more about who these people are and what they’re doing here.

      Not easy to do in less than 500 words!

      Great job, Sweets!


    • Indigo permalink
      May 8, 2010 12:02 pm

      Ooo! I really want to know more! This was a great set up, Elly.

    • May 8, 2010 2:10 pm

      Thanks 🙂

  7. May 6, 2010 8:27 pm

    Ohmygod it’s D!!!

    Your German covers remind me quite a bit of the covers for the Vampire Academy series. aka eye candy. 🙂

    • Indigo permalink
      May 8, 2010 12:03 pm

      I agree, Steph! Mmm eye candy 😉

  8. May 6, 2010 8:06 pm

    looooove the german cover, they’re always so pretty :]
    i ‘spose i’ll have to work on my german some more and ask my cousins to ship me down a copy of it from overseas. :] oh, and something i submitted for that art night on tuesday, seemingly appropriate for this picture. enjoy :3


    1. i love the people who love me, and i love the people who hate me, and i love the people who hate me in a twisted sort of way, because every single last one of them have the guts to read my hastily scribbled words or to speak to me and give me their honest opinion of my work.

    2. i love lowercase letters because it’s just as if you’re being told secrets, as if someone is whispering everything they know into your ear. lowercase words may not be proper in the real world, but in mine they are.

    3. i love music. it’s not just who i listen to or what kind of music i like, it’s mostly what it does to people. music can make you bond with people who you’ve never met, or can help you get over a relationship. it can make you feel happy when you’re sad and it can bring you closer to someone from your past. music makes you feel like you belong to something bigger and i think that’s all that everyone really wants to be. i am a firm believer that music can save your life.

    4. i love the feeling i get when i’m running the streets at night and the rain starts to fall, mostly because i feel at home in the rain. it’s calming and it’s helped me through more than i care to remember. it never judges me or scolds me, but give me advice through nothing more than letting it soak through my clothes straight to my bones.

    5. i love how sometimes, simplicity speaks much more than a thousand-word complex definition.

    6. i love playing video games and drinking energy drinks and two-litre bottles of coca-cola on friday nights, staying up late enough to beat that one level, that one boss, beating my friend on two-player modes.

    7. i love writing, because i find it’s easier spilling my thoughts with paper and pen or on a keyboard than it is actually talking to someone because this way i can cry and no one can see me.

    8. i love live action musicals, i’ve always wished that life was a musical. imagine living in a world where it’s okay to just break out into song, either at work or in the middle of a math test at school. everyone would be pretty and everyone would have a beautiful voice so that they could belt out any tune. everyone would be able to dance and sing and laugh in perfect harmony, something that is hard to achieve even by my standards. i love how the old movies with greasers and socials and how they duke it out over a girl, and the main character is a grease-monkey and handsome and really messed up and sarcastic. that’s when the girl cracks his tough exterior and wins him over, only to lose him in the end. i love how the girl ends up really messed up too.

    9. i love the nostalgic feeling of lying in a field with someone you really care for. we’d be sitting on a hill, surrounded by dandelions and clover, and i’d push you over and we’d roll down the hill together. we’d collect grass stains on every surface, on our knees and elbows, our pants and shirts. we’d lay under trees and reminisce about the good ol’ days, when there were no worries and we were carefree and the worst thing we could imagine was being kissed by that boy in second grade.

    10. I love you.

    • May 6, 2010 9:02 pm

      Oh, sweetie…I loved this! So great. I’ve totally gotten used to your way of writing and it’s so familiar and normal it’s not even a hangup. I loved how your captured emotion in this–it’s so real and honest. Great work, as always.


      PS. i think my favorite was 1 and 4

      • May 6, 2010 9:36 pm

        thankyouu nazarea :]
        i remember wayy back when, when i used to write in proper sentences and used capital letters when needed. that part of me is tucked away somewhere, but for now and hopefully for the next while, i’ll continue writing like this.
        i love hearing how others enjoy my work, and i will continue to post my work for as long as possible. :]

        those are my favourites too! :]

    • michellezinkbooks permalink*
      May 7, 2010 7:53 am

      Alix… you’re truly a beautiful writer. I always find myself smiling when I read, even as I sometimes feel the pull of melancholy in it.

      You should compile all of these teen writing into some kind of anthology. I think so many teens would relate to the feelings you express so beautifully.


      • May 7, 2010 8:54 am

        thanks michelle!
        i would love to do something like that, but how would i go about it? i mean, i might go to the university here and get my bachelor of arts, and i would love to stay in writing but i don’t think i could support myself, so that’s why i’ve never really thought about publishing anything.

    • mak...XD permalink
      May 8, 2010 10:31 am

      i like the your idea of using lower case letters. that really had me thinking. number 5 is one i can definitely relate to. the simplest things are worth the most. number1 tells me that you have a heart. love your haters in a way to forgive and forget…maybe???? beautiful piece and i truly appreciated the format you wrote it in. very cool and very unique.. 🙂

      • May 8, 2010 1:57 pm

        thanks mak :]
        i felt like i needed to explain the reason behind why i write my most important pieces in lowercase letters, i knew that people might have been wondering about that. as for number five, i agree. i love simplicity and as soon as i move out of the house i’ve lived in for the past eight years, i’m de-cluttering and starting fresh. black and white and a soft blue-gray. :]

    • Indigo permalink
      May 8, 2010 12:04 pm

      Oh, Alix, this was so awesome. I loved reading every part. Lying in a field, writing, the rain, all of it. Beautiful!

      • May 8, 2010 2:25 pm

        thankyouu indigo!
        nothing makes me happier than hearing that y’all like it! 😀

  9. Caroline permalink
    May 6, 2010 7:46 pm

    This only took me 15 minutes. And really expresses my love for books! Enjoy 🙂

    It was a dark and rainy evening as Winsome walked in town on her way home from school. As she walked past her local book store she thought about the warmth and comfort of books themselves. She turned around in a 180 degree angle and walked into the book store.
    She walked past the children’s books and past the middle grade sections and stopped at the YA section and looked at the wonderful books on the shelf. She took in a deep breath of air filled with the scent of new and old books. As she turned the corner she saw her best guy friend Matt. “Hey Matt, what you up to?” She smiled. She was a little confused t she him here.
    “Oh hey Winsome, I’m just looking for a good book!” He picked up a new book that just came up, as he checked out the back she said “Me too, always on the search!” She looked at the clock. It was already 6:30 and she needed to get home. “Well I better go! See you at school tomorrow!” She grabbed the book she wanted and went to the counter. “Hi, just this today” She smiled at the usual store clerk.
    “That will be… $12.99.” Winsome handed her the money, grabbed her new book and marched out the door. The rain was even heavier now! She walked across the street and noticed the stoplight was blinking green. She was happy with her new book

    • michellezinkbooks permalink*
      May 7, 2010 7:50 am

      Aw! I love this! Very, very well-written. And so vivid! I can see your main character in the bookstore, eagerly buying a book. More importantly, I can actually FEEL her excitement.

      I can really see how much your recent writing has helped you improve!

      Great job, my love.


      • Caroline permalink
        May 7, 2010 7:51 am

        Thanks I agree that my other writing has helped!

    • Indigo permalink
      May 8, 2010 12:06 pm

      This is so cute! I love the bookstore and can definitely picture this scene quite vividly! Great job, Caroline 🙂

  10. Mak...XD permalink
    May 6, 2010 7:43 pm

    In my life as a human, I served my country and people and died valiantly by the sword. My helpless soul watched on as my army of brave warriors, closest friends and blood brothers went down in a reign of fire by the half-demon frog, half-human, Damon. The beast was hideous. Rough, bumpy, green skin, covered in sores that oozed slimy, white froth. Damon fought as a loner, with two swords and his froth was poisonous if touched. He was the unknown brother of Satan who was sent into my small country to destroy our God-worshipping population. Before one of my brothers killed him, he had set a fire over my whole army. We all perished including Damon, whose head was severed in my brother’s last minutes. My country was driven into a bitter-sweet mood of both victory and mourning of their lost warriors.
    I spent 30 days in hell, being tested by God and jeered at by Damon’s fellow demons. Damon was nowhere in the view of my eyes. I was told that my brothers had gone to the high heavens by falling in a gracious act for their ruler. I, however, was in hell, surrounded by many gruesome entities which were caged and being burnt by God’s keepers. I felt alone, like a child in a lions’ den. I kept my faith and knew that I would be brought to justice.
    Blinding light appeared and a cage was brought down beside it. Inside the cage was no doubt Damon. And the bright light was most certainly, my ruler, my savior. Today was my day of judgment.
    Not a word was said. The beasts that were being tortured had become silent and God’s angels had surrounded me. I dared not speak, for I knew what was going to happen already. Damon was released out of his cage but in a very awkward manner. His severed head was help in the palm of his body’s hand. And so God spoke in a terrifying voice yet it brought me some comfort:
    “Arthuro,” My head snapped up to look at my leader. “Do not speak. You have served your country and most importantly, me, extremely well.” His words were rather simple, but I remained mystified in the presence of the Almighty God. “As such, you will be granted a second chance of having a physical life.” He walked over to the headless Damon and touched near the heart of the headless body and laid his hand on the skull. In a swift motion, the Lord gathered his hands together and released blinding, green light into my soul.
    This was the original form of Damon consuming me and using my soul in the body of a frog. I was not told of how I should take on my newly given life and was instantly sent back to earth to the country of where I was known as Arthuro. Now as a frog, my home is a pond, now frozen at the time that I have returned. It is a new beginning and I enjoy this new life for the first few days. Little girls are running around in the near-by forests with their parents and if I recall correctly, I think I saw my niece and the King’s page closely conversing with what was more than words. I am glad I have a new life; something such as young, forbidden love was not of my concern. The forest is a beautiful, tranquil place. Until the day that Damon’s brother returned to take vengeance on his brother’s behalf. My whole country went down in ashes and I was reminded of who I was. Not a simple, fresh-water frog, but the greatest warrior in all of New England, Arthuro Alexander III.
    this was from a little game my friends and i made up. one of us gives the other a group of random words and we write a story with those words in a short story, a poem or a passage…..comments and critiquing…my friends thought it was good…what do you think????

    • May 6, 2010 7:56 pm

      The begining was a tiny bit confusing, but I liked where you were going with it toward the end–is it gonna be like a Princess and the Frog story?? I would love to see more of this! 🙂

    • michellezinkbooks permalink*
      May 7, 2010 7:48 am

      I always love your writing, hon, because it’s SO vivid and it flows so well. This really feels old-school.

      In a GOOD way!

      This is Milton-esque, even, which is the compliment of all compliments. You really take us to a dark place in this piece, and I found myself compelled to keep reading even as I was quite horrified.

      Very nicely done!


  11. May 6, 2010 7:20 pm

    This is a scene from the middle of a story I’m working on with a friend–it’s got some adult elements (Drugs, violence) So…you know. Fair warning. Now I’m gonna go finish this scene.

    Street Confrontation.

    She sat in the backseat and assessed the line. Security had erected overhangs and the exotic and beautiful were carefully protected from the rain. A tiny sigh slipped free as she saw the familiar bulk of his security personnel—it felt like only yesterday.

    How would they react if she stepped out of her sleek black Bentley? He knew she was here—he was nothing if not capable and nothing happened in or around Bamboo that he did not know about.

    But she couldn’t go to him—Seth would be furious if he knew she’d come even this far.

    Seeing him had been harder than she’d thought—and unexpected. She still felt the echoes of that shock, felt the sting of betrayal that he would force this meeting. She had seen the dark desire in his eyes, the anger in Seth’s, and had felt trapped.

    But she still had been drawn here, in the dark rain of her city.

    “Miss?” her driver’s voice was soft, prompting. She felt a small sense of satisfaction that he was indeed hers. He didn’t report back to her cousin or Nicolette.

    “Just a moment more,” she murmured softly.

    The driver lapsed into silence and she sighed. A headache was working it’s way from her temples to her neck, and she considered the wisdom of using the small stash in her purse.
    Coke wouldn’t help her now, would make her do something she’d likely regret—betraying Seth again would not be easily forgiven.

    There was a tap on her window and she jerked, reaching for her gun. A smile teased her lips as she saw him. Her blood heated, she lifted her gun, holding it almost lazily. “Roll it down,” she said softly.

    He stood shadowed by the always present Kai, perfectly at ease in the rain and street. He was, she knew, at the heart, a prince of the city. Maybe a foregin prince, but he would never be anything less then comfortable.

    Kai murmured softly at the sight of her gun, but Rama crouched, a smile flashing in the darkness, the cherry from his cigeratte lighting the space between them.

    “I knew you’d come.”

    She flushed, looked away. “How do you know I’m not a trap,” she wondered, wishing he would show some kind of nerves. She thumbed the safety and was pleased that his eyes darted to it for a moment.

    “He would never send you without guards. Your alone, mali” His accent thickened, the only sign of his distress.

    “Why?” she whispered. “Why did you lie to me?”

    • michellezinkbooks permalink*
      May 7, 2010 7:44 am

      Hmmm… very intriguing, Nazarea. I take it this isn’t your YA?

      I love this line;

      But she still had been drawn here, in the dark rain of her city.

      Simple, but effective. The best kind of line!


      • May 7, 2010 11:48 am

        No…definetely not YA. It’s a story about a crime syndicate 🙂 Thanks for the read, dear.

        PS. I’m sure this is a slightlyconfusing–we’re about 55k into the story, so this isn’t anywhere near the begining. :/

  12. Ayla permalink
    May 6, 2010 6:00 pm

    LOVE the cover! 😀

    • michellezinkbooks permalink*
      May 7, 2010 7:42 am

      Me, TOO! And the guy’s not bad either.


  13. May 6, 2010 5:16 pm

    I’ve seen so many German covers about at the moment, and they’re all gorgeous. That one especially. ♥

    • michellezinkbooks permalink*
      May 7, 2010 7:41 am

      Thanks, Catherine! I admit I’m enamored!


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