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Monday, May 23rd, 2005
2:34 pm

myinsidestory
First of all, while we are slightly changing the alternative book idea: If you would rather do the book as orignially suggested please email us with your address and we will send you additional information and start the Alternate Book Project as originally suggested. (We already have several people interested in this idea so we will still do this if you are interested in this project. :) )

If you would like to participate in both projects that is welcome as well. An update on the Alternate Book Project would be provided this week. :)

Information about the new project: The Pages Project.

Due to the enormous response and interest in this project we are contemplating an alternative idea to our original suggestion.

We're thinking that each person could mail to us their work, page or pages (any size, shape, color, anything they desire) and we will scan the pages as they arrive and post them. Creatively this allows you to use any media or medium that you want that can still be bound into a book. You can use notecards, any kind of paper, you could make a collage, or even make your own paper. 81/2 x 11 or smaller is recommended for binding reasons.

Since anybody could be sending us pages at anytime your identity will remain anonymous. We will give you our address so it will be both the mailing and return address. That will make it less expensive and faster.

Then at the end we will send everyone a complete pdf file of the project. Of course all the pages will be scanned on the livejournal anonymously and anybody can give feedback on each individual page. We will still assemble and bind the pages into a hardcover book if people are interested in having a copy of the book we will still do that for the cost of producing the book. (This way everyone would have a final copy either in the form of the pdf file or in the form of an actual book).

Based on the number of people already interested, alloting just ten days apiece for production time not counting mailing time it would be a year and a half before there was a final product if we followed the original plan. The final product would be a hard bound book.

We think people would like to see the work sooner. Also the people at the end of the book would not receive the book for an entire year or more.

For the first publication of the Pages Project the deadline is June 6th 2005.

If you are interested in being a part of the Pages Project please comment with your email address included and we will send you our address.

This would be an ongoing project so people who are newly interested can email us at midnight_confessions248 @ yahoo.com at anytime.

AGAIN:
If you would rather do the book as orignially suggested please email us with your address and we will send you additional information and start the Alternate Book Project as originally suggested.

If you would like to participate in both projects that is welcome as well. An update on the Alternate Book Project will be provided this week. :)

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Sunday, May 15th, 2005
10:55 pm

myinsidestory
In this post I am promoting my community.

It is a journalling community whose focus is on alternative journalling books, that are sent to members for their contributions and then mailed to the next person. Anonymity will be preserved in every way possible. The purpose of the books is to provide people with an outlet by which they can voice their fears, desires, secrets, experiences, whatever they feel they can't normally share with people. This idea is loosely based on Post Secret (http://postsecret.blogspot.com/). There will be a minimum of two books circulating through the member pool so that it will be impossible for people to know who they received their book from or who they are sending it to. A place to be truly human, NOTHING, is off limits.

http://www.livejournal.com/community/for_your_eyes/

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Wednesday, May 5th, 2004
11:54 am

leprosys_of_sin
I havnt quite figgured out how you guys get links to your writings, and so im just going to post it here, i hope none are offended. Its a rough draft so bare with me.


Prologue


The sky was hidden under a vast blanket of black storm clouds. Rain beat down in furious sheets that were like needles against Shade’s soft, pale flesh as he kneeled on one knee beside the raised stone. The lightening illuminated the soft Elvin features of his face. White blond hair hung around Shade’s shoulders and dripped small streams of water onto his bare back. His gentle hands were tied behind his back with stiff, knotted rope. He turned his silver eyes to the woman, Raine, who was standing beside him.
She wore a long black cape to protect her from the storm. A few strands of straight black hair framed her porcelain face. Her electric green eyes were filled with salty tears that mixed and mingled in the downpour. She stood straight with her head held high, a picture of grace.
There were hundreds of people. Nearly the whole village had come to see Shade’s execution. A tall, slender man dressed all in white took the stage next to Raine and Shade. He had white hair and cold, stone gray eyes and reeked of power. Facing the village, he raised a hand for silence.
"Good people of Entropy" he began. His voice was as cold and as sharp as the stone in his eyes as he spoke. "My friends, you have been betrayed!"
He glanced at Shade, curling his upper lip into a glinting snarl.
"As head sorcerer and ruler of this village, it is my duty to sentence the accused, Shade of the woodland elves, to immediate execution for violation of the treaty set in place by his own people! This pathetic creature is not only guilty of treason but has left this woman, my niece and your future ruler into a world of deception through evil of the purest kind! This creature deceived my niece and so doing has deceived you! Take a look into the eyes of my dear niece and see the pain this creature has wrought upon her!"
He took Rain’s arm and held her before the crowd. She struggled against his grasp and shouted over the noisy crowd.
"This man," she gestured to Shade as she spoke, "is the kindest man ever to walk these lands, it is your ruler Harnel who is deceiving you!"
She pointed at Harnel. His lips curled and his gray eyes narrowed, but he made no advance to stop her.
"It sickens me to call this man my uncle!" She continued. "He is power hungry and evil. He will destroy us all if we do not take a stand now!"
The hood of her black cape flew off as the wind caught it. The crowd began to murmur once again amongst themselves. Harnel snarled and took a step forward, grabbing Rain’s arm and spinning her to face him. Her emerald eyes were wide with fear as he murmured in her ear, his voice slithering and sleek like a snake about to strike.
"I warned you, now you will pay." He thrust her forward to the crowd yet again. "Do you see the wickedness in this woman? She has been deceived but the game plays on! This Elvin creature now works to get to you through her! She must pay for his crimes and learn the lesson of righteousness!"
The crowd cheered madly, blindly following the will of their leader. Harnel leaned in toward Raine again.
"He will die, and you shall kill him."
Raine screamed and pushed her uncle away. He toppled into the crowd, a mass of white robe. Raine knelt beside Shade and pressed her lips to his. The rain beat down relentlessly; the thunder was getting closer. As quick as the lightning strikes the ground, Harnel was between them. He pushed Raine away and struck Shade hard across the face. A trail of blood seeped from his lips and melted away with the rain.
The crowd was mad, Raine made an attempt to speak but they would have nothing of it. The mass surged forward until they were in reaching distance and began to claw and grasp at the hem of Raine’s cloak, begging her to come back into the world of light. Harnel watched this, a look of contempt on his face. He had won, he knew he had won, for humans are easy to control. The feeling was like warm liquid washing out the bitter chills of the rain. He stepped over to his niece; a large axe glistened maliciously in his hands. Raine pushed the axe back.
"No!" She wailed and covered Shade with her body.
She looked up at Harnel, her uncle, with tears streaming, reddening her eyes.
"Please uncle." she pleaded. " Please just let us go and you’ll hear no more of us! Leave us to peace uncle, please..."
Harnel gave a full toothed grin, which contorted his face into that of some freakish demon.
"No." he growled, his voice hazy and cold.
Shade clenched his teeth.
"Run" he murmured to Raine.
His voice was deep, but soft and gentle at the same time. Raine looked down on him and opened her mouth to protest, to tell him she would never leave him, but he cut her off.
"Run to Seulmonde. You remember the way, no?"
He looked at her, his eyes filled with pain. The pain that comes from the knowledge that the end is only seconds away. Raine looked into his eyes. She knew he was right, and so she nodded, her lip trembling. Harnel watched the exchange, though he could hear nothing over the storm.
"I want you to run Raine, run and don't look back. Do not stop. When you get to the forest, go to the tavern and tell them Shade sent you. Tell them our story and trust them as you would me. I love you Raine."
She kissed him one last time and stood, axe in hand.
"I love you, Shade."
"I know, and Raine..." Harnel scowled in the background, his voice cutting through the air like a knife.
"Get on with it girl, your people are freeing in the rain on account of you."
Raine looked back at Shade and began to step away.
"No." She murmured Harnel’s stony eyes narrowed.
"Stupid girl, you shall pay with your life as well!" Raine looked about for some form of salvation, her heart and her mind pulling her body in separate directions.
"Run!" Shouted Shade. And she ran.


Tell me honestly what you think, i know it needs grammar edititing and the such. :-) thanks

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Monday, May 3rd, 2004
12:50 pm - dum dum dum (drums of deaaaaaathhhhh

leprosys_of_sin
Hey! Im doing a psychology thingy and i need all the information i can get on phobias, especailly if you know of any magazine/newspaper article on the subject please please please help XD *mwuah*
BTW: I would do it for you u.u ;-)

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8:18 am - "Fair is foul and foul is fai" - Macbeth ... i think.

leprosys_of_sin
Well, here is the intro to my lovely series.... >.< I know its only little, but tell me what you think anyway.


Introduction
The sun has just begun to set over the emerald hills, casting its last rays across the Earth. A beautiful finale of everything that brilliance is made of. It is now, at this particular point between evening and nightfall, when the mind joins the heart in its romantic daydreams and captivates your entire self. It’s the brilliant red that does it, bleeding almost painfully, sorrowfully into orange. It wraps around the very depths of your soul, and laughing, steals it away into endless eternity. It is the time of love, it is the time of lust, and most importantly, it is the time of dreams.

current mood: anxious

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Thursday, April 29th, 2004
10:54 am - Salut

leprosys_of_sin
HELLO! My name is Renee and i live in Michigan, horrid place. But i've joined this community a billion years ago and just now have decided "what the hell, i'll post" so here i am posting. So hi. :-)

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Tuesday, March 16th, 2004
12:55 pm - Hi, I'm new here, could use opinions.

tyger_raven
Hello, I'm new here. I've been writing for a couple years now, but I feel like such a novice. I'm trying to develop my craft, so I could really use some help. Thanks.

One thing that I think is the hardest thing for me to do is description and action, so I need some honest critique here. This is something that I wrote just now. It's not a real great piece, but it was an exercise. If you can read it and then let me know whether it had enough description or action and that it flowed well, I would be grateful and deeply appreciative. Thanks so much.

Rated PG-13 for theme and language.

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Tuesday, October 14th, 2003
6:59 pm - blood and emotion

ex_tigerseye767
Poetry or more accurately poetic license :)(i.e rhyme is "borderline") is in my blood so much so that when emotions are running high, my natural expression is in poetic form, what really annoys me, or frustrates me, is the lack of recognition for poetry as a writers form in general. I would be truly thrilled if i could generate a bestseller novel from the same mix of " blood and emotions".

current mood: amused

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Friday, August 29th, 2003
10:21 pm - Hello All!

dividedtempest
Well, I have to apologize first for my lack of experience in community services, and I have a feeling that everything will fall apart in a few days. Well, at least everything works now!

Just because none of you know me, I figured I would post a quick piece from one of my old journal entries, just as an introduction.Collapse )

Let me know what you think, I am already eager to hear new viewpoints and criticisms. Hope to meet you all!

rwbones

current mood: curious

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Saturday, August 2nd, 2003
5:49 pm - Alone

the_4thb
I wrote this a while ago. I found it this morning and edited it a lot. I'm thinking it should be a performed monologue. (This has been posted in both my journal and writersheart)

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Feedback?

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Thursday, June 12th, 2003
4:00 pm - Miri's Magic 1/?

mayonaka
Miri's Magic
By Yuki Niji

Yuki Niji is my pen name :) This is the start of a futuristic romance. But really, I'm not so good at romance and I really need some feed back.. do the characters work? Is the story boring already? Please, let me know what you think, especially if you don't like it. OKay,I want to know if you do too, but I've got to know if this works at all.

Thank you very very much for your comments!



Copyright 2003
All rights reserved



Chapter One


"Is it so much to ask?" her brother demanded. He stood by the window, heavy leaded panes edged in the frost of mid-January. The war between Britanina and Norisha had lasted three weeks, from the full moon to nearly the next and it was over, irrevocably over. Their father lay in the family crypt, returned to the estate with foreign honor and respect by the new Lord of Orin. Marcus would never be lord now and though she would not speak of it to him, a streak of silver had started, showing only at the roots near his temple in her brother's chestnut hair. For there to continue to be an Orin Shire at all, Mirala was required to become the bride of the new lord, a foreign sorcerer. "I would that there were another way, Miri."

This he meant, she knew this. She rose, the chiffon of her tunic flowing around her slender body as she moved around the desk to him. It was a large desk, oak, the center of the family business for ten generations and she did not want the past between them. Ink stained fingers, the fingers of a writer, a woman committed to her art and removed from secular life, these fingers, touched his hair, finding the silver no different from the chestnut. "No, it is not too much to ask. I over reacted before. It was a shock to me, that I would be," she had meant to say sold, but that would be too harsh, to painful to her brother, "Married in such a fashion."

Marcus laid an arm around her shoulders, pulled her close. "It is not the end of everything. Our line, through you, will still hold this shire."

She trembled. The strength in her brother's arms reminded her of her father, that she would see him no longer. Laying her head on Marcus' chest, she whispered, "It will be a lovely wedding. I will wear mother's gown."

He held her, his face against the top of her head, warm wetness soaking through her hair, making spots of dark honey brown. Her marriage would save his own family, his sons. Their world would never heal though.



Lord Kire Maonz, Lord of Estrile, Master of His Majesty's libraries, and now Lord of Orin had not meet his bride to be, yet. Sada, the grounds keeper for the Orin Manor, held the door for him, looking up at him to meet his eyes. "Are you sure you don't wanna see the rabbit hutches?"

"Quite," Kire said. The stables, dairy, and the small candle factory had been quite enough. Under his armor, a very ceremonial and quite functional blend of gold and tooled leather, he could feel the trickle of blood down his ribs. Nobles went to war, in his culture and this one, he expected. This country had fallen so rapidly, even counting the higher technology of the Norisha, and he expected resistance. Pausing by the door, he reached to pull his braid free of the ring at the back of his shoulder and near his holster. It swung free over his back, like a rope of captured moonlight. He was here, at his new estate by himself. He was a sorcerer, an armed sorcerer, surrounded by already subjugated people with no more than hand held pistols relying on gun powder. It was safer here than the capital, at least that was what his brother, the King of Norisha and now Britanina had said.

There was just so much difference between his countrymen and these people. Their customs differed and he did not truly expect one of them not to try to skewer him. Standing in the doorway, the sunlight fell across his crisp blue wool pants which tucked into polished black boots that rose to his knees, flaring out slightly to protect them. The more military and alien he looked, he hoped, the less likely any of them would be willing to try to use his blood for fertilizer. At least they would not understand the meaning of his jewels, the hoops and jewels that adorned his delicate ears which rose nearly to the crown of his head. The golden one gave him the key to the king's library on their ship, and in the home world, the blue below marked him as the king's brother, and the chain, with it's twelve gold links, was his rank in the magic guild.

When the capital of this world were settled and awards were given, he would receive a green one for his right ear, to celebrate having saved his brother's life. That jewel meant more to him than this entire estate, rabbits and all. He straightened, repositioned one of his shoulder guards. "I should like some tea, and to speak with Lady Mirala."

It was her voice, he assumed, coming from the library. Not that it was much of a library, he sighed, even if it did have a nice desk. Her voice held a thread of authority, independence, something many of the females of this world seemed to lack. He straightened, as if he were to present to a military commander, pulled open the door to the library.

Mirala turned as the door was opened without an announcing knock. She froze, mouth open, eyes wide. She had seen one of their conquerors, the one that had summoned her from Bell's Height Tower. This man was nothing at all like him. She let her hand fall from her brother's shoulder and lifted her chin. "You would be Kire Moanz, I expect."

The smirk lit up his face, slowly lifting into a grin. "And you would be my newest wife, Mirala, if I guess correctly."

She crossed her arms, fingers holding onto either arm. "I am not your wife, yet, sir."

Marcus groaned, thumb rubbing his temple, as he sat down in their father's chair.

"No?" Kire forgot about the wound under his armored jacket and threw both of the doors open wide. "I wonder what kind of primitive ceremony you expect. Must I deflower you before you will consider that you belong to me?"

"Of all the high handed and," she seemed to draw up energy, to his sorcorer eyes, he could see it, trickling over her throat, like tendrils of hair fluttering in her emotions, "And primitive assumptions! Under what circumstances does my being given to you as wife assume that you shall have access to my body?"

Marcus reached for his tumbler of port.

Light of building magic danced in Kire's blue topaz colored eyes. He wondered if she could see it, see his rising energy as he'd seen hers. For the first time since this war campaign began, he felt himself smile genuinely. With a flourish of his hand, he brought a rose of lavender light into being. As he held it out, it became matter, soft petals, silver thorns. "I, Lady, am a sorcerer, never forget. Perhaps I shall magic your heart and your body shall offer itself to me."

"I don't bloody think so!" She snapped, surprising him as she reached out and touched his flower, surprising himself as the rose turned from violet to deepest red, from the color of his world, to the color of hers. Her hand recoiled, fingers arched as if she were not quite sure they were uninjured. There had been no magic in her world. There had been no magic in her.

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Saturday, May 31st, 2003
7:09 pm - The Journal of the Emperor:

mayonaka
The Journal of the Emperor:
A David Yang and Sei Almand Story

By Nix Winter
Draft Version

any feed back will be greatly appriciated

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Monday, March 10th, 2003
11:44 pm - Serious suggestions please

alexandraknight
I am writing a story. The main character is a woman who has a man helping her to find information on the internet.
I need a serious name for a biochemical weapon. It must be completely original. If I put the name you come up with into a search engine, i need it to come up blank, I can't afford to deal with copyright laws or any other stuff.

Either comment or visit the poll in my journal by clicking HERE

The best idea gets the winners name printed in the thank-you's section of my book

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Sunday, January 5th, 2003
2:19 pm - A poem

windspirit16
The True Magic of Winter

I stood up and looked outside.
There the world seemed -
Changed.
Somehow more, more -
Magical.
Outside in the cool,
No cold,
winter air something mystical was falling.
It wasn’t rain nor sleet,
But it was the true beauty of the winter-
It was Snow

K. C. Klein

current mood: okay

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Monday, December 9th, 2002
8:26 pm - Someone asked me to post this...so here it is.

windspirit16
From ideastorm

treatment of quality
Harlan Ellison wrote an award winning sci-fi piece that was shortened to become one of the best star trek episodes ever, the city on the edge of forever. He has countless other sci-fi masterpieces and Isaac Asimov is in similar company, and just look at the way their work is disdainfully treated in Hollywood.

THis is staggering;

Asimov's "I, Robot" on the big screen at last... sort of (Culture)

By noodles
Sat Dec 7th, 2002 at 03:34:59 AM EST

Yet another Hollywood travesty. I know a lot of folks out there must be Asimov fans, so I thought you might want to know, a film called "I, Robot" is being made. But according to the news, it's NOT the Ellison treatment, and it's not the Asimov story, even adapted. The studio just bought the rights to the name.


The film, then called "Hardwired", apparently started out as yet another ho-hum robots-trying-to-take-over-the-world film. No big deal there. One more piece of screenplay-by-committee out of Hollywood isn't news.

In the last year, though, someone at Fox came up with a really great marketing idea. Buy the rights to just the name from a famous work of classic science fiction, use that, then make a series of crappy robots-try-to-take-over-the-world movies, but they would almost be guaranteed money-makers because fans would be expecting something good (to wit, the story attached to that title for the last few decades).

The original article on CNN that got me all in a huff is here. Here's a link to the Coming Attractions page on Hardwired, er "I Robot". It has a pretty good history of the project. I tried to link directly to it from within their normal site navigation, but they've got some wacky frame setup. First link is to the main site, second is the page specifically about the film.

The tragedy in all this is that Harlan Ellison wrote up an amazing screenplay based on "I, Robot" something like 20 years ago and the studios have been refusing to move forward with it ever since. Something about actual quality seems to repel most Studio execs like garlic to a vampire. Go figure. In the early 90's, Ellison finally managed to at least get the screenplay published in book form and it is excellent. It would be an amazing movie, and undoubtedly a blockbuster.

Thanks to the special logic used by Hollywood execs, though, we may never see it made.

Perhaps though, if this use-an-existing-famous-title marketing strategy works out for them, we may at least see some other familiar titles. I for one would love to see the Foundation Trilogy. Of course, that title would be attached to a film about robots trying to take over the galaxy.

Perhaps "Atlas Shrugged" could be slapped on Bill Gates' dramatized biography. "Snow Crash" could be used to sell a movie about a virtual reality ski resort where a crazed killer stalks ski bunnies and ski instructors who are up to their usual crazy hijinks. Perhaps the Alan Dean Foster Humanx novel titles could be put on some of the new "Alien" sequels, sell a few more tickets ... people like those titles, right?

Ishtar could be renamed/repacked as "Dune" - they both involve a desert, right?



and they wonder why so many writers become cynical and jaded.

Current Mood: cynical
Current Music: I, ROBOT by the Alan Parsons Project

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Tuesday, November 26th, 2002
10:39 pm - Hey~

windspirit16
Its been a while since anyone posted in here so I was just up-dating, but any questions thoughts or poetry is always welcome. Actually I would like to see some poetry if anyone has anything to share, that would be awesome...or if you know of a really good poet that you would like to share.

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Wednesday, October 30th, 2002
10:13 pm - A story

the_4thb
This is a story that I originally wrote in 6th grade for a writing contest. It was only about 700 words long and, I'll admit, quite juvenile. The idea sat dormant in my head for a few years, then returned when I was in 8th grade. I re-wrote the story from scratch then, and it turned out much better. But I still wasn't satisfied, so I re-wrote it again last year (9th grade), and it ended up filling about half of my notbook. I got an idea later in the year to write it again, but from a different viewpoint: first person focused on one side instead of third person focused on the other side. Well, let me just put the storyline down here as it exists in my head today.

Basically, there's this not-so-nice tyrant king of a large empire. He rules it undisputed for many years. Then, when his youngest son is about twenty or so, he begins to question his father's iron rule. After a while, the questioning gets out of hand, and the emperor becomes enraged. He throws his son out of the country. This places a deep paternal hatred in the son's heart, and he vows to take down his father's empire. The son establishes a nation to the south of the empire (the place he was banished to), a place that before had been completely devoid of political organization.

After about ten years, the emperor, never having learned of this nation to the south, has completely forgotten about his son and given him up for dead. But the son has been gathering an army over these ten years, an army at least twice as strong as any in history. Slowly, he and his gigantic army set off to unseat the emperor.

They march through the southern marches of the empire (there's a major storyline that happens here, basically one of the main characters will be in a local army of a lord in the southern part of the empire), completely decimating the countryside. Finally, the army reaches the capitol of the empire. The imperial armies have been torn to shreds and have been rushed to the capitol to futiley attempt to protect it and the emperor from the siege that is sure to come.

The battle is long and devastating to both sides, and remains a stalemate for days, nearly a month. Finally, the foreign army manages to break through the final wall of the imperial capital city, and storm the town. There is a short skrimish around the palace, and the horde from the south makes short work of the palace guards and other imperial soldiers that were protecting the emperor. The son, the blood hot in his veins, orders an entire batallion into the palace to find his father and bring him to him for judgement. But when the soldiers find the emperor, he is already dead, his heart pierced by his own hand, the dagger still protruding from his chest. The soldiers bear the body out to the son.

A note is on the blade of the dagger between the hilt and the old man's body. The son is a little shaken at the sight of his father dead, and doesn't know how to react. Slowly, he pulls the dagger and removes the note. He reads: "You are obviously much better than I am. May you rule the empire with grace, my son." (Or something like that) This causes the son to break down emotionally at the thought of what he has caused. All of the death and destruction everywhere, the tearing apart of his homeland, and also the land to the south that was so perfect before he came, and most of all for the fact that he caused his father to die.

The whole story is all bloody and dramatic, triumphant and noble, throughout. But then when you reach the end and share the thoughts of the son, you see that the whole point of the story was not to be bloody and dramatic, but rather that not everything is as straightforward as it seems. It all leads up to the father being borne out of the palace, dead by his own doing, and the son breaking down and crying in front of his father's broken body. Wow. That really is so much more than it ever was when I first wrote it.

I plan to have a detatched prologue that explains the whole "evil tyrant - son - not happy - kicked out of country" thing. And then I will start the story proper ten years later. It will begin with the character I was talking about who is a member of the army of one of the petty lords in the south of the empire. I also plan to have many events told from the third person around the son and around the emperor, and of course, other people from time to time. Most of all, I will explore how different people perceive the same events. I've already done this some: I wrote something last year that was the whole story, only from the point of the aforementioned member of the southern lord's army.

That's essentially the storyline as I see it right now. Let me know what you think! (If you want to, that is - that was an invitation, not a command.)

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Tuesday, October 29th, 2002
9:54 pm - First Topic Discussion

windspirit16
Okie, if you're a fantasy freak like me then you should like this discussion...my question is, who in your opinion is the greatest fantasy author of all time???
Please unless you feel incredibly inclined to do so, try and say another author aside from J.K. Rowling and J.R.R. Tolkien (although is my favortie fantasy author, but to keep the discussion as open as possible...)

current mood: contemplative

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Monday, October 28th, 2002
9:49 pm - Hello!!!

windspirit16
Hello and welcome to my community!!!

I'm soo happy because I've been wanting to start a community for ages, and I finally thought of something that would interest people to come together and discuss!!!

current mood: excited

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