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Hey so Im 14 and I love writing but i dont know if Im good or not here is one of my new books ive started on
Houston Breeze
The day you step out into this world or should I say kick and scream your way into it is when you finally start on a road to a life of choices. whether good or bad you’re in the “game”of life until the day you lay your back in that nice mahogany coffin so until then dealing with those choices is your focus. My family seemed to have the perfect life my grandpa had the perfect game plan he sold raincoats in one of the rainiest cities Seattle he only sold about 100 in the first year which barely paid for his house let alone a new wife so when a leasing building in the center of town opened he decided to buy it with all of his life’s savings and after 1 month of business he finally sold 2,000 raincoats and he earned his money soon his small raincoat business was a booming rainy day hangout spot umbrellas, raincoats ,books ,coffee and treats for the road were all in the store and he made about a 250,000 dollars in the first year and then he had my Mom Anna Roberts and she grew up rich she was the all American sweet heart and she was loved by everyone she had the nicest dresses and the coolest clothes and the best shoes and the best guy Joseph Edwards the most promising Lawyer in all of Seattle and when they got married in 1919 my dad was pretty determined to be a lawyer. then lifes choices popped up in the form of a poster he found a place where wolves roamed and berries and wheat grew wild and then he decided his dream should be put into action the day my mom told him she was pregnant with me was the day he gave up his dream as a lawyer and put his focus somewhere else she was pretty sad when she had to move to the dry panhandle but when my mom met some girls from Boston at the local town market and they helped her paint that shabby 3 bedroom shack blue with metal shutters and thick glass window panes with a built in ice chest yah it wasn’t perfect but it was something and on the day of February 16th,1921 I was born and it was magic my dad decided to name me Elizabeth Camilla Edwards it was my birth right it was my calling it was a name ….!! The day I was born was the day my Mom went into major excitement she went back to Seattle to visit my grandparents and a quick visit turned into a homesick stay for a month My dad who was making little money as a rancher thought about moving back to Seattle to become a lawyer but My mom knew he would be miserable for the rest of his poor life and the only secret my Mother ever kept from my dad was a 2000 dollar check for emergencies and I don’t think she ever used it that year then came the day where my aunt Teya came to visit My aunt or step aunt I guess it was my grandfathers new wife’s daughter she was rich her husband was a doctor she had 2 adorable kids that pulled my hair on a regular basis and most of all she was a model and some would say she was better than my mother. so of course when my mom saw the letter she immediately assumed she would disagree with the way of life of a ranchers wife and my mom as always was pretty much right on point the letter that came 3 days before her visit was a secret code of saying my life is better than yours….my mother read aloud in the rich and fancy nasal voice of my aunt the letter stating “
Dear Anna,
I was hoping that maybe I could see that niece of mine that just popped out of your pooch of a stomach. I will be visiting the ranch on the 14th of May I think it will be a mighty grand experience I can’t wait to see Joseph I hear he is quite the charmer. I know that your house isn’t quite up to …standards so I’ve decided to stay in a hotel about 20 miles into town it’s not a far ride from your house maybe a good hour . I hope you don’t mind me bringing the children along for a picnic on Sunday I think it will be delightful for you to see Lily and Samuel they are 3 now oh how big they’ve gotten. Well I suppose we will arrive from the train station in Amarillo around 12:30pm so I guess I’ll hire a car service to pick us up since your tight on money I figured you had no car ok well I can’t wait to see you and I hope you have a pleasant week .
Your dearest sister, Teya
My mom went into my room and pulled out a dress it was pink and had pink tulips imprinted in the bottom silhouette she then went to her closet and pulled out a box .. in it contained a recipe book 8 blue floral imprinted china plates and silverware and curtains made of pure silk but at the bottom of that box was the secret the check for 2 thousand dollars the check that might make my mom go crazy at the supermarket

Just last week there was a case of a 13-year old boy who had fell off of a boat and wound up stuck under the water under the boat. There were cops just meatres away from rescuing the innocent child yet they did nothing. All those people. The boy was under the boat for 40 minutes, in freezing cold water. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HPpio2TMKfE&feature=youtu.be – the child is now dead. He had drowned along with hypothermia.
”EVERETT, Wash. – Witnesses say 13-year-old Austin Anglin was trapped underneath his family’s boat for about 40 agonizing minutes before Coast Guard crews pulled him out of the water. For at least some of that time boats from several agencies could do little more than sit and watch, frustrating his helpless loved ones.
“I looked over at the game warden’s boat and there were four people standing there in life jackets on the edge of the boat as I was telling them there’s a boy under the boat,” said Tony Edwards. “They did absolutely nothing.” ”
Another link to an article with another photo of the child: http://obits.dignitymemorial.com/dignity-memorial/obituary.aspx?n=Austin-Anglin&lc=4172&pid=150925374&mid=4665413&Affiliate=heraldnet&PersonID=150925374&FHID=11420
”He was a wonderful young man who never complained.”
I’m actually crying right now as I am typing this message.
If I see anyone wearing glasses, has a skinny build, and looks like a ‘nerd, and acts like one, I immediately fall into depression, my stomach feels sick, I feel like going to bed and sleeping even if it’s mid-day, and it pretty much ruins the rest of the day for me. Whenever I hear of a story, especially if it is a child ‘nerd’ dying, I cannot help but fall into tears. I see all these suicide cases of ‘nerds’ (I mean that in a good way, no offense is intended) such as Eric Mohat, a boy named Jon, and so many others who were bullied so much they killed themselves, innocent-looking intellectuals with loads ahead of them. Or ones that are murdered, such as one case where one was beaten to death, and another strangled to death by the bully’s bear hands. I get nightmares, where I shall picture ‘nerds’ dying in plane crashes, where a blonde nerd is screaming his lungs out, one where there’s an accident involving a trampoline, slipped and whacked his head on the metal lining, dismembering him, his blonde hair painted red with blood and his head hanging by a thread (graphic nightmare which woke me up screaming) and an adult nerd being bullied so much by a gang that he screamed ‘stop it! stop it!’ went home, slit his wrists and hanged himself. Then I get nightmares of all these ‘nerds’, that died in real-life where their dead bodies are lying in pools of blood, their ghosts all rise, and come at me, screaming for me to save them, their eyes crying red tears of blood, before the ghosts disintegrate with blood and I wake up in cold sweat. This is literally ruining my life. I also have quite severe depression (which IS being controlled, by the way). Is there something wrong with me, and could anyone give me any coping advice? This is bothering me so much and I just want these horrid thoughts to leave my mind forever.

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This is from Writer’sDigest.com. Do you hold any of these assumptions? I’ve seen all of them. Which ones do you see the most? Do you have any to add to the list? I see #2 the most. On this site, I see #5 the most.
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1. THE RULES DON’T APPLY TO ME.
I write amazing first drafts. If there were a contest for first drafts, mine
would win every time. So I told myself, “Writing is not rewriting.” Other
people might have to do multiple drafts, but my first drafts are so solid I
could publish them as-is. For years I believed this.
One day I did three drafts of an article, and it became my first published
article. A solid first draft is not good enough to be published. All those
“rules of writing” that you read in Writer’s Digest, on blogs, and in
creative writings classes are rules because they are true most of the time.
So if there are some rules that you think don’t apply to you, think again.
It might be the rule preventing you from getting published.
2. AGENTS AND EDITORS HAVE IT IN FOR ME.
Ah, those blood-sucking agents and editors. I’m pretty sure they have meetings in a secret underground lair where they talk about how jealous they are of my writing skills and how they should team up to keep me from being published.
This is a lie that is so prevalent among unpublished writers that editors and agents have to go to psychologists so they can feel good about themselves again. I know one editor who calls herself “Dream Crusher” to assuage her pain. Here’s the truth: Editors and agents desperately want you to be good enough. They make a living by writers being publishable. If you’re getting rejected it’s because you still have work to do. either as a writer or as a marketer.
3. I’M NOT A MARKETER, I’M A WRITER!
Which is exactly why you aren’t published yet. You have to do the hard work of writing a spectacular query and proposal. Notice that you have to “write” the query and proposal. You’re not being asked to do an interpretive dance or draft blueprints to a rocket ship. It might not be your style, and it might be hard work, but being a published author is hard work, complete with e-mails you don’t want to answer, deadlines, accounting and marketing!
4. I SHOULD SPEND A LOT OF TIME FANTASIZING OVER WHERE I WILL BE PUBLISHED NOW THAT I’VE WRITTEN TWO CHAPTERS OF MY NOVEL.
It is way more fun to read Writer’s Market over and over—memorizing the publishers and agents—than it is to write your book. And while this is good practice for when your book is ready to shop, if the fantasy-to-writing ratio tips toward fantasy, it’s time to get back to writing. Unless you are writing a fantasy, in which case you are probably fine and keep up the good work.
5. I’M A BETTER WRITER THAN MOST PUBLISHED AUTHORS.
If you’re like me, you love picking up a book from the “Top 10” rack, flipping it open and cringing at the terrible prose. But this author (who is, keep in mind, a worse writer than you) somehow got a contract, got published and is selling well. I said this most often before I had finished writing the first draft of my first novel. Perhaps it’s just that the “hack writers” out there actually finish their books.
Here’s an exercise: Find a writer online who is published but far inferior to you as a writer. Look at what magazines they are published in. Then write stories or articles to submit to those magazines. This is a guaranteed way to build your writing resume. Unless—they are actually better writers than you, in which case, it’s a good reality check.
These are a few of the lies that I wish someone had confronted me with when I was an unpublished writer. Now, here’s one last truth for you: You can do this. Work hard, keep writing, improve your craft and be persistent. We’re all waiting to read your masterpiece!
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Fraktur & I
Have I told you about Fraktur and I?
No?
Well let me begin….
Fraktur McCavoy was born three of three to Earnst and Maybelle McCavoy in July 24, 1931. They were a family of drab farmers living in quite the drab home of Terne, Arkansas, otherwise thats how Fraktur and I saw it. The town had people of around ten thousand, each family with a car, two children, a home, a working father, a corner market on each street, and the McCavoys were no different; often thats why I think Fraktur went mad.
Lillian the first of three was a child of dance and she did so whenever she could, Harold the second of three was a man of sport, and as for Frankfurt, he was a wonder to the eye. School was a little after the crack of dawn and over till noon for the farm need labor till dusk, when then the McCavoy children would go their own way. Lillian would dance her song like Pavlova of her time, Harold out front with a baseball glove, while Fraktur only five at the time. It was also around this time that did Fraktur grow couscious of the world by way of discovery and where he met I.
“Mother I have ten fingers, five on each hand”, said Fraktur in a the most dissapointing manner.
“Why of course, we all have five fingers on each hand as the same with feet”, said Maybelle with reassurance.
“So I am no different”
“Why should you be”
So then was an irreveserable grim look upon the face of Fraktur as soon he discovered he was no different, but I was there to console his mind.
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In the coming years Earnst died an alcholic beneath a tractor, and Maybelle fled far in secret with Job, a colored man she had been having affairs with, leaving the children marred for life. Lillian danced her way to many well off men and can now been seen in the pictures, and bruised beneth her husbands rage. Harold was father born again, he took the farm, married and had his own, but as for Fraktur no one knew but I. Sometimes while taking a train due east you find a man giggling and laughing quite loudly, but when you look closely you find he has only eight fingers and toes, with an odd and different demeanor to himself. But why laugh you ask, it is only for Fraktur and I to know.

As a potential mate. I even spoke to one of my guy friends asked him to call him and he told me that my boyfriend told him he wants space from me (Even though my boyfriend never said that to me..), I also asked well is he seeking out other potential partners, he has me blocked on facebook? (I talked to him about that he said he didn’t want to unblock me and that its no big deal) My friends’ answer was “Well would you blame him?” (for seeking out new partner.?) My reply was…. Well I was dumbfounded, I thought in no way should I expect him to be seeking out another partner? My friend seemed to know what hes talking about.
I have friended that person on another account who is facebook friends with my partner. She seems to be kinda sheltered from the reality of deep emotional human life. Seems to be trying to get my partners’ attention (I tryed to friend my partner too from another account he did not take the request..) but I see no comments from him on her page.
I considered I might just be fearful as it is some kinda set up… although the girl has some partner who they may or may not be serious about, they are both mexican.
It looks like shes making a secret relationship and it looks like my partner is being sold on a black market or something.. its very strange. I contacted my partners’ sister to help me she did not accept and neither do his parents. He lives with them.
If he really is pursuing her? I am obviously really stupid, and have been trying for this guy for 4 years now just to get dumped for some little ugly, talentless skank. What else should I do in terms of trying to get information. His sister just moved back to town. In fact I decided to move far far away just to stay away from his family and his sister. I stopped calling when his sister was around and basically gave up on everything but hoping on some kind of future with him.