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Sam: Dream 1
Dreaming
Sunlight streaming down through the branches above my head, the light so bright while at the same time filtered by the pale green leaves.
A warm breeze drifted past me, sliding across my bare skin, winding up into my hair, stray curls brushing against the back of my neck.
All around me was the sweet smell of flowers, the fresh scent of grass, the clean openness of the air, the earthy smell of the dirt under my feet.
Everything I looked at was saturated with colour, so powerful, so vivid it didn't seem real to me.
In the early morning, the forest seemed almost magical.
It was amazing. It was compelling. It was breathtaking.
It was familiar.
It was home.
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Breaking the Writing Block
me: *looking over at Sam sitting next to me on my nest of blankets on the floor of my bedroom* dude.
Sam: *looking down at one hand while chewing on the fingernails of the other* what?
me: where've you been? it's been two weeks since i've written anything that wasn't a typo fix or a line added on to the previous scene that might make sense.
Sam: i'm not the one writing this, you know. you are. aren't you supposed to be able to get past these dry spells?
me: not if i don't know what's going on. did you ever have that talk with your mom?
Sam: *glares at me from her spot next to me, still chewing on her nails*
me: you ever think she would've been happier if when your dad died she died, too??
Sam: are you asking me if i think Mom's suicidal??
me: not really. like, if they'd died in the same accident.
Sam: *looking out the window* well, she wouldn't be in the giant depressing hole she's in now. i don't know. for all i know, i would've gone nuts without her after Dad died. you thinking of ki
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YA Fiction: Chapter 2
I walked down the wrong hallway on my way to my first class.
Twice.
My sense of direction always sucked.
When I found the right room, the second bell had just gone off and the teacher was standing by her desk. The sheet of paper in one hand and the pencil in the other told me she was taking attendance, so I knocked on the door frame once she finished her list. Her head came up at the sound, and her eyes were wide when they landed on me. "Yes? Can I help you?"
I lifted up the folder I'd been given. "I'm new here."
Nodding, she walked towards me, taking the paper with my class schedule from me. Her brown eyes darted back and forth while she looked at the paper, then looked back at me. "Well, it looks like you've found the right room."
"Finally."
She smiled and led me to her desk in the back corner of the classroom.
I felt everyone staring at me as I followed the teacher. It was like they could smell the fresh blood entering their world, wondering how it would taste, and if its owner coul
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YA Fiction: Chapter 1 Revamp 2
I needed to stop biting my nails.
All ten of them were jagged, ragged, and at the point where one more bite would make them bleed. The dark red polish did nothing to hide the ruined tips and it wasn't the best thing I'd ever tasted.
It probably would've been strange if I started biting them there in the principal's office and they started bleeding all over the place.
Sighing, I slid my hands into my sleeves, cupping the points of my elbows, and looked out the window at the falling rain as the principal talked to my mother.
Going to a new school halfway through the year sucked. Everyone already had their schedules and their friends and their favourite spots to hang out, and I was about to walk the halls with them, clueless and lost.
Perfect.
I didn't want to move and go to a different high school, but it wasn't like I had a choice. After my dad died, my mom couldn't handle living in our old house. She said there were too many sad memories there, ones that would make her cry all night an
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YA Fiction: Chapter 1 Revamp 1
I needed to stop biting my nails.
All ten of them were jagged, ragged, and at the point where one more bite to them would make them bleed. The dark red polish did nothing to hide the ruined tips, and it wasn't the best thing I'd ever tasted.
It probably would've been strange if I started biting them there in the principal's office and they started bleeding all over the place.
Sighing, I slid my hands into my sleeves and looked out the window as the principal talked to my mother.
Going to a new school halfway through the year sucked. Everyone already had their schedules and their friends and their favourite spots to hang out at, and I was about to walk the halls with them, clueless and lost.
Perfect.
I didn't want to move and go to a different high school, but it wasn't like I had a choice. After my dad died, my mom couldn't handle living in our old house. She said there were too many sad memories there, ones that would maker her cry all night and sleep all day, and I wasn't about to te
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YA Fiction: Chapter 1
I needed to stop biting my nails.
All ten of them were jagged, ragged, and at the point where one more chew on them would make them bleed. The dark red polish did nothing to hide the ruined tips, and it wasn't the best thing I'd ever tasted.
It probably would've been strange if I started biting them there in the principal's office and they started bleeding all over the place.
Sighing, I slid my hands into my sleeves, and looked out the window as the principal talked to my mother.
Going to a new school after the school year already started sucked. Everyone already had their schedules and their friends and their favourite spots, and I was about to walk the halls with them, clueless and lost.
Perfect.
I hadn't wanted to move, but it wasn't like we had a choice. After my dad died, my mom couldn't handle living in our old house. She said there were too many sad memories there, and I wasn't about to tell her that she was acting strange.
In my experience, parents didn't like it when their kid
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YA Fiction: Week 3
I stormed out of the house, tired of the shouting and the fighting, the accusations and the lies. I was tired of everything, tired of my grandparents acting like they knew everything, tired of Mom not standing up to them, and tired of not being able to live my life the way I wanted to.
I was surprised I remembered to put shoes on, because all I remembered was running out of the house, racing down the street. I brushed past other people, not listening when they called out to me. Nothing mattered but getting away from the house.
A breeze swept past me as I ran, and I wondered why I'd never run like that before. It felt amazing, like racing through the sky, and I kept going, my feet pounding on the sidewalk.
When I struggled to breathe I stopped and found myself in front of the park behind school. I headed for a bench and sat down, my head between my legs.
They'd wonder where I was, once they stopped arguing. I'd go home at some point, once everyone had left, but not a moment before.
"Did
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ItM - Erin - 87
Deciding Things While in a Rush is Dangerous
There were times when change wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Sometimes, it was even a good thing. Of course, it didn't feel like a good thing when surprise after surprise would occur, almost smothering me, but after a while things got better.
Maybe I just got better at dealing with them.
Things do settle down after a big change, and I could see that during the settling down time, things weren't as bad as I thought. It sucks, but it doesn't suck forever.
I don't think I got used to change, but that I was able to brace myself when it hit, because then I knew that if I dealt with it, it wouldn't be so bad. You have to learn to accept the bizarre changes that almost ruin your life.
The payout is so worth it.
~*~*~*~
I leaned against Simon, needing him to stay there with me on the couch. His support was so important, and I tried to soak up as much as possible.
He sounded so sure about moving, so sure that it was the right thing to do, and
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A Monster with a Moustache
Lightning flashed outside, brought enough to be seen through the thick curtains hiding the bedroom from the night.
Inside, the room's resident woke up, eyes darting around the room, wondering what was happening outside.
Thunder rumbled overhead, as loud as drums, and the body lying under the covers curled up into a ball, fear starting to creep up her spine.
When lightning struck for a second time, even closer to the house than the first, the shadows grew, and what was soothing in the daytime turned into something dangerous and fighting at night.
Close to the window was a figure, one that sent her screaming, sent her running out of her bed and into a different one.
Moaning, the other person woke up, reaching for the terrified girl. "What's wrong?"
"Scary."
"What is?"
"Flashies and rumblies and monsters."
Sitting up, the mother looked at her child, stroking her hair. "Monsters? Let's go see."
The girl was carried back into her room, her face buried in her mother's neck as her arm pointed
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Twenty-Ten
Looking across the living room, I watched my sister tear into the calendar she'd recently received as a Christmas present from her boyfriend. The bikini-clad woman stared back at me from her position of supplication, draped across the hood of a shiny, red convertible.
I cringed when she shoved her fingernail into the plastic covering, wondering if she was giving herself a paper cut. "How can you do that without scissors?"
"It's cause they're so long, that's why." Tearing into the plastic, she removed it and tossed it in the direction of the garbage can, too busy hanging up the calendar to throw out the trash properly.
As she hunted around for a pushpin, I picked up the plastic and put it in the can, then rubbed my hands up and down my bare arms. "Don't you ever cut yourself?"
Her gum crackled as the pin slid into the drywall with a soft hush. "Nah."
Rolling my eyes, I watched her hang up the calendar, the face of the brunette January model looking out into the apartment as she pressed
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ItM - Simon - 86
Today’s the Day to Make A Decision
Making adult decisions was always going to be hard, I knew that, but that didn’t mean I had to like every single one of them. Some of them had consequences that were easy to accept, but others had their way of ripping straight through me.
Growing up, I did have a sheltered life, and I did have things easier than a lot of people. Maybe that was why I acted out when I was in high school, why I snuck out some nights and went to clubs with friends. When no one yelled at me for sneaking out, I figured they didn’t care.
Nothing dangerous ever happened to me or Mick when we were at the Arbour House, and it didn’t look like anything bad happened to Erin, but when we were in the forest house things would come at us from every direction.
It felt like life was forcing us to make decisions, forcing us to come to terms with reality and real life, and it really bugged me. I missed the easy years I had of coasting through life.
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I l
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ItM - Erin - 85
Tomorrow’s Challenges Today
Making adult decisions was a pain in the butt. Was it always supposed to be like that? How were you supposed to make decisions when you were afraid of the outcome?
Even though I’d spend most of my life on my own, I think I was sheltered, and maybe a little spoiled. I didn’t have to worry about anything but Eleanor’s constant nagging, and mopping up every other spill. I didn’t have to leave the house, unless I wanted to.
It was mostly the same, being with Simon. I didn’t have to leave the house if I didn’t want to, and I didn’t have to deal with anyone nagging.
Deciding to leave the lake house was probably the first actual adult decision I made, and the first that almost scared the life out of me. I didn’t know what would happen once we left, neither of us did. All I knew was I would fight to make sure my life didn’t go back to how it used to be.
Simon and I needed to be equal partners, and I had to lea
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Inspiration
Never enough.
The brush of skin against skin, fur against skin, fur against fur.
The sound of hearts beating, blood rushing, pulses racing.
The sights, the smells, the taste of lips and skin warmed by something impossible to control.
He's there, somewhere, waiting and watching, hoping i'll find him.
I need him, need to touch him, taste him, smell him, see him, feel him until all I know is him.
I need him, want him, crave him. I won't be able to live without him.
All I have are memories, and memories are never enough.
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Lindsay E.
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Canada
hmmm, what to say about me... *thinking face*
i'm currently a 4th/5th-year English major at one of the big universities in BC, Canada. i write as often as i can, but usually it's in between the due dates of my essays and term papers.

Current Residence: BC, Canada
deviantWEAR sizing preference: it'd have to be men's x-large. it's just easier that way.
Print preference: small-ish and matte, and no frame.
Favourite genre of music: alternative/rock/punk
Operating System: Windows XP (Vista needs some work)
MP3 player of choice: my new green iPod Nano *squee*
Shell of choice: i prefer starfish
Wallpaper of choice: Jessica's ItM 2 cartoon
Skin of choice: mine. it's pale and freckled, but it's ok
Favourite cartoon character: Stewie from Family Guy
Personal Quote: 'writers are fun. they're a different breed of creative souls.'
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i found out this morning on Twitter i won an ARC of a book i've been waiting to read since i read the first one in January. :) i loved Hush, Hush by Becca Fitzpatrick and i've been waiting for Crescendo to come out (the 19th).

yay me. and yay to the lovely people at Simon & Schuster Canada and the Simon Pulse imprint who does their teen & kids books stuff.

now, to wait by the mailbox for it to arrive. :D

but i'm still getting my hardcover copy.

lindsay e.

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Happy Birthday! I hope it is a grand one!
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:woohoo: :party: :iconcakelickplz: !!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!! :iconcakelickplz: :party: :woohoo:

It's December 26th which means it's that time of the year again and your special day is here! We hope you have an awesome day with lots of birthday fun, gifts, happiness and most definitely, lots of cake! Here's to another year!

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Happy early birthday!
I hope all your birthday dreams and wishes come true!
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your presence is dearly missed, lindsay. i hope all has been well with you.
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