Sunday, October 28, 2007
Friday, October 26, 2007
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Friday, October 19, 2007
The original Wonderwall was not fleshed out at all in my opinion. It fell flat in so many parts of the story that I actually cannot read the original without cringing in some areas. It was my first attempt ever at writing romance and posting and I know now that I should have taken more time writing and editing. The rewrite is adding more to the plot and it is going to be longer and far more in depth than the original ever was. Also, some have commented that it is weird to see Justin not be such a jerk in the rewrite that he was in the original. Well, don't worry. We are only on the fourth chapter of a novel. Justin will have plenty of times to be the ass we all know and love.
I know many of you love the original of Wonderwall and I am so glad. That story opened me up to so many of the fans I still have to this day and I am grateful I wrote the story despite me being completely unsatisfied with it. I hope the rewrite of the Wonderwall is as much loved as the original because more time and effort is going into it in hopes of giving you a better story. And many are worried that I am going to take the original down. Why would I do that? Especially with so many people who love it. I am not taking any of my stories down so do not worry about that.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Update: Yes, the Justin in the picture below is the same Justin from the previous picture. I have decided to stick with this Justin for visuals. I know he looks a bit... strange grinning like he is but it is the same Justin from before.
Monday, October 15, 2007
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Friday, October 12, 2007
I am currently working on the first chapter of Some Kind of Fairy Tale and I hope to have it posted sometime this weekend. When I finally do post it, I will, of course, let you all know. Also, the next chapter of The Prize is still being worked on but I cannot be sure that it will be posted this weekend. I'm sorry. It has taken me longer to write than I initially anticipated but that only means that I am not going to post a completely utter crap chapter so just please be patient with me and I hope everyone enjoys this new story while awaiting the next update for my other stories. Also, for the Wonderwall re-write, should I continue with it? Or should I just let the original be the one and only Wonderwall? Please let me know.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
The last thing Eden Rose Cross saw before she died was not what she was expecting. She had heard the stories about the white light people saw or their entire lives played at an impossibly quick speed in front of their eyes before they died. But Eden saw none of this. Instead, what she saw was him kneeling above her, his eyes staring down into hers, his face completely blank as his hands tightened around her throat. She gasped, her fingers digging into the carpet, trying desperately to move away but she couldn’t. Her head was feeling light. Her eyes were closing. She couldn’t keep them open. Her mouth was parted, gasping for desperate air, but it wasn’t nearly enough. His hands only tightened their grip around her.
Though she saw no white light or flipbook of her life in front of her eyes, as the oxygen slowly escaped her and she felt herself slip into the black world of unconsciousness, she did have thoughts of her two younger sisters. Eden knew that she was dying and yet, she was able to think of her two sisters and a ghost of a smile crossed her lips. His hands faltered for just a moment as he saw the smile on her face but then he gained in strength again and his grip tightened further around her throat. She knew as the darkness descended around her that there was no escaping. She knew that she was going to die on the living room floor in between the television set and the coffee table.
And the last thing Eden Rose Cross saw before she died was him killing her.
He sat in the interrogation room of the police station, his eyes swollen and bloodshot from having cried most of the evening and his hands shaking from going several hours without using. Detective Cruise Wilder sat across from him, sipping at a Styrofoam cup of lukewarm coffee and writing down on a yellow legal pad of paper. It wasn’t every night that his job was this easy. Most people didn’t walk into police stations confessing to murder.
Cruise was the only detective on duty that night and when the strung-out junkie sniveled out that he had killed his girlfriend to the desk sergeant, he was almost sent away, most of the officers thinking that he was just high and didn’t know what he was talking about. But then he began talking of how she had come home from dance practice and he had strangled her. He described how she had tried to get away, how she had clawed at him – the fingernail scratches on his arms backing his claims up. Cruise had taken him back into interrogation room three and had sat with him as patiently as possible as he rambled on, at times barely coherent. He broke down in the middle of his confession and it had taken him nearly forty-five minutes to start talking again.
His girlfriend’s name was Eden Cross, a twenty-three year old ballet dancer for the Milwaukee Ballet.
And he had killed her.
If someone came up to her and asked her how the funeral had gone, Eve Martha Cross wouldn’t know how to answer for there was nothing about that day that she remembered.
Monday, October 8, 2007
I know a lot of you like when I write stories with older, more mature characters instead of high-schoolers so this story will be for you - the two main characters, Andrew Kennedy and Caroline "Carrie" Grant, are in their mid-twenties. I have been working on the first chapter for some time but I will not post it until I am completely satisfied with it. Here is the intro though:
Once upon a time, in a kingdom far, far away known to most as Chicago, there lived a handsome prince. He was the wealthiest man in all of the kingdom and he lived in the tallest tower, looking down at everyone beneath him. Some say he was a cruel man who put his greed and his selfishness before all others…
In my stories, do you like when I write about dual couples? Such as in The Lion and the Lamb, the story was not only about Patrick and Maddy but also about Graham and Beth. Do you like reading about dual relationships in a story or would you rather I simply focus on the main couple? And also, in Wonderwall, how do you like the characters of Preston Lansing and Kristen Fisher? I know that you do not know them well enough yet but they are the so-called other couple in the story and I just wanted to get a feel for what people thought of them. Please let me know about all of this. Thank you.