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Viruses wreak havoc
This weeks progress has been severely hampered by the perpetual proliferation of viruses on my PC. I'm currently battling Agobot. Despite following the instructions from numerous industry sites, running several different (latest pattern) virus checkers and editing the Windows registry, the culprit still remains.
Never again will I download ...
word count thread! (November 24)
Missed posting this over the past few days due to the unpleasant vagaries of Real Life. How's everyone doing? We're almost in the home stretch!
poetry book review
My review of C.E. Laine's two books "Allegory" and "The Weight of Dust" appears here: http://www.poeticvoices.com/0405Laine.html
synopsis help!
ok. i wrote a book, it was 270,000 words, too long! i had a synopsis for my too long book but as i have decided to chop it in half i needed a new synopsis to sum up the first half. so this is it. does it make sense? (it is to be sent to agents, i have a more indepth one with characters, tone etc, but this is to go with the inquiry letter)
Brief Synopsis of the Shadow Seer, Book One of Ellenessia’s Curse
Following an illness that nearly kills him, Prince Candale, of Carnia, overhears a conversation that reveals to him that he is in fact a bastard, that the woman who saved his life, a witch named Mayrila, is actually his mother, and not Silnia, his father’s wife and the woman who had raised him. When Candale confronts Mayrila about this, she not only confirms it but she also tells him that she believes he is the Shadow Seer, a foretold prophet whose visions are said to predict the destruction of the world, following the fall of the kingdoms and society as they know it. She shows Candale a couple of old books, that she had brought with her, that have pictures of the Shadow Seer in. The image is that of a boy identical to Candale. There is also a picture of the Seer’s three headed dragon symbol which is the same as the one Candale took to be his seal as a child.
Distraught, Candale turns to his grandfather, King Sorron, for help and advice, but when he can give very little, Candale turns to his teacher, Lykeia who offers to look into it for him, allowing Candale to try and get back on with his life.
But, then Candale is attacked, and Lykeia is implicated, and later commits suicide, leaving Candale no choice but to investigate the Seer prophecies himself in the castle library. There he finds a book that not only bears the same image as the one in Mayrila’s books, but it also lists five signs which are said to announce the Seer, all of which are true for him. The book also mentions that it will take one year for the Seer’s gifts to awaken and that it is prophesised that those gifts will eventually drive the Seer insane. It also says that the oldest surviving account of the Seer prophecies is in a book housed in the mage school of White Oaks.
Candale asks permission to go and see the book in White Oaks, but Sorron refuses. His investigations into the attack have proved that a secret and ancient organisation, called the Order, dedicated to killing the Seer before he can speak his prophecies, believe that Candale is the Seer. Sorron believes that the Order will try again to kill Candale and doesn’t think it will be safe for him to leave the castle. Instead he suggests having the book brought to them in the hope that they will find something in it that will contradict the later books they consulted and prove that it was all just a frightening coincidence.
Candale accepts this, until a few nights later when he has a dream of a battered, bleeding, androgynous child. Candale has dreamed of the child before, where it begged him for help and to save it from a creature called Ellenessia. This time, in the dream, the child calls Candale the Seer. It also grabs Candale’s wrists, and when he awakes, there are bruises there in the shape of fingers. Candale is panicked by this and begs, again, to be allowed to leave for White Oaks. He is desperate to know whether he is the Seer, after the frightening dream, and can’t wait a year until his gifts have awakened to confirm it, or for the spring when the book will arrive at the castle. He also hopes that the book will reveal whether the child is part of it all, or something else entirely.
But again his family refuse to let him go, so Candale runs away, taking with him his female bodyguard Trellany, and his friend, Teveriel, a bard.
On the road to White Oaks, Candale meets a blind seer, called Talira, who claims to recognise him as the Seer, from her own visions. Candale takes this to be further proof of what he is, but is faced with doubt from Teveriel, who believes, like Candale’s family, that there is more to all of this than first appears, and fear, from Trellany who insists that they leave the tavern in case it is a trap. They set off into the rain and a few weeks later they finally reach White Oaks where Candale hopes to learn once and for all what lies in wait for him as the Shadow Seer.
Intro
Here's an introduction to a story that I began to write back when I was a freshman. I haven't really looked at it since I wrote it or even added on to what I had written, but I would like some opinions and/or suggestions that anyone may have on it.
Even if you read it and you think it is good, just say it's good just so I know that somebody has at least read it.
Oh yeah... and I'd also like to know if it grabs your attention and catches your interested to here more.
If you read it, it will be greatly appreciated!! :-)
A sudden cold winter breeze brushed to my face that made my cheeks feel cold and tingly. Although it was only November, and the day before Thanksgiving, it felt and looked like it was the day before Christmas. “Christmas,” I thought, “that’s when we’ll have two weeks off of school…away from school, away from the people, away from the stress…”
If you met me, you would probably think that that sort of stuff wouldn’t bother me that much, but seriously, doesn’t it bother everyone at some point? Maybe I just take things to hard, but being around those people make me all angry, frustrated, stressed, isolated, alone, and well…I think you get the idea. Now you’re probably wondering whom I’m talking about. It seems to be almost everyone in that high school, but mainly it’s my so-called “friends.” I don’t necessarily consider them friends anymore because they don’t treat me in a way that a friend should be treated and I don’t think I have anything in common with them anymore. But they still consider me a friend, they never realized that we have nothing in common anymore and that’s why we don’t talk as much as we used to.
I watched my foot steps in the snow. I wear an average size shoe, size 8, that’s usually the most common. The thing that surprises some people is that I have an average size foot, and I’m so tall for my age. Well, I don’t think that I’m THAT tall, but it’s taller than most girls are my age. Now I’m a five foot eight roughly, and still growing. I’ve often wondered when that time will come when I do finally stop growing since I have always been one of the tallest kids in my class since pre-school.
The shoes I was wearing must have been wider than usual, since all of the other tracks from the shoes were much smaller than mine. The shoes’ length looked smaller too, well probably all the people walking on these sidewalks were little grade school kids anyway. I can’t even think of any other sophomore (or even freshman) in high school that has to walk home from school. Everybody else has older friends that they can get rides from everyday. I, on the other hand, have to call my parents to get a ride or walk. Today I didn’t even see anybody else walking. Well of course not, everybody else can drive or get a ride so why would they walk on the day like today?! If I wouldn’t have had a short basketball practice, I would have been walking with the rowdy and wild little grade school kids. Then I would probably feel worse about myself then I do now. Heck, nobody would even stop to ask me if I needed a ride. There was a few of my parents’ friends that drove by and waved, and then there was the goofy, Trevor, who drove by and gave a wave. He was just one of those people who’s friendly to everybody-and he was pretty good looking too actually. But I don’t stand a chance with him anyway, he has too many girls to choose from and why would he pick me? Nobody would pick me. I’ve often wondered if I had a curse. Maybe it’s just that I don’t try enough, or I just don’t like follow through with it. But it always seems that the second I’m about to get somewhere, something or someone gets in the way. Although, I have noticed one thing-I am easily liked. I don’t have to necessarily do much to get a guy to notice. If it’s not the looks that they notice first, it’s my when I’m around him. I can just tell that they have a crush by the way they look at me…and boy it’s like something to die for. It’s like something you can’t really describe until your in that position, but I can tell you that it makes me feel like a somebody and that I’m an important part in this world. So, I do know that being in love has to really be a wonderful thing, but I just haven’t gotten there yet. I just know and hope that it will come when the time is right, although it might be a long rode to get there.
I walked up my back porch, took out my house keys, and unlocked the door. I stomped the snow off of my feet, took off my shoes, and walked in. “Good, nobody’s home yet. That way I can get some break from crabby, annoying, immature, and/or loud people for once today.” It’s pretty bad when you can’t even go home to get a break. There seems to be no escape from the stress. When I’m at school, I wish that I was home, but when I’m at home, I wish I was at school-so where do I want to be?
Thanks!
Love,
~*Jennifer*~
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