Meeting Overview: November 29, 2006

For those of you who missed the meeting that was held in the computer room at 3:30 on Wednesday, November 29, 2006, here is a short overview of what we talked about.

Zitch’s Story

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This is a story that I wrote for my neopet, the zafara Zitch and his petpet, Blunsa, the bluna. Illustrations are complete with this story in case you don’t know what these creatures are. Please check out the page I made for Zitch.

Zitch’s Webpage

The weather is calm with a bright sun beating down overhead. A slight breeze brushes against your face carrying a soft fragrance in the air as you explore through a garden full of blossoming roses. The crimson color of the gorgeous flowers stands out boldly against the cold, gray stone of the path you walk on.

New Member!

I have finally convinced my good friend, Hannah Boudreau to join Magic Pens! She now has her own blog running!

Improvements: November 21, 2006

I noticed that I have written many stories recently and I am asking for some feedback. I have posted many varieties of writing including 1st person and 3rd person, a long chapter story, a short chapter story, short stories, different perspectives on the same story, and a memoir. I am asking for simple answers to these questions…

What did you like?

What didn’t you like?

How can I improve?

What should I continue writing?

What story is your favorite so far?

What style of writing that I have tried do you like so far?

What style of writing should I work on more?

What should I try next?

Any other suggestions or comments?

Lost in this World: Chapter 5 – A Life of Happiness

Shep watched as the fluffy clouds rolled by in the sky. He was sitting in the back seat of a small car, driving down the large highway, watching the passing scenery. Lilly sat beside him, grasping his collar tightly in her hand as she stared out the other window. Shep thought of what this new life was to be like. He had escaped his prison, but he was not sure of where he was going to next.

He might be heading for a new prison.

A Mother’s Gift

Claire sat on the edge of her bed and looked out her window to the forest that stared back. The tall woods were dark and looked unfriendly as they reached up towards the sky. The sun was just setting casting a water painting effect on the sky. Pastel colors of red, orange, yellow, pink, and purple mixed and swirled together, fading into the horizon. She brushed her short, blonde hair with her fingers as she thought silently to herself, watching the sunset.

It had been nearly three months now, since the accident.

The Curse of the Phoenix

I wasn’t always this way.

I led a normal life. I was perfectly happy before. I was even married. Yes, believe it or not, I had a wife. Oh, how I miss her dearly. I wish that I could take this curse from my life, but it will not leave. I wish that it had never come, never chosen me, but it is here and it is a part of me. I must deal with it as I go about my day and I must learn to pay the consequences.

This curse…the curse of the phoenix.

Duchess Illustration

I have drawn a nice picture of the foal from my story, The Horse From the Woods. This is the foal from the prologue, Duchess. Do you think that I describe her enough to get this picture in your mind? If not, please tell me how I could improve.

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The Horse From the Woods: Chapter 1 Part 2/4

With the full moon above them, Natalie and Duchess rode down the long unpaved path, only taking a short time to reach their destination. Duchess quickly galloped the entire trip under the moonlight without slowing in speed, or growing in exhaustion leading Natalie to wonder where she had received this stunning endurance. Duchess’s movement was smooth and balanced, making it easy for her rider to stay on. Natalie grasped onto the reigns of her horse tightly however, in nervousness as she thought of never returning to her past life.

The Fear for a Friend – A True Story

While rummaging through my desk the other day, I dug up this old memoir that I wrote for English class in 8th grade. Unfortunately, this is a true story with accurate details, still lingering in my memories…

I had just come home from school, finished my homework, just finished eating dinner, and the sun was still shining brightly in the evening sky. I, a seven-year old second grader at the time, decided to ride my bike around the neighborhood on Lackland Air Force Base in San Antonio, Texas. There was a small park, which I called “The Pony Park” for the small bouncy horse it had, that I enjoyed riding my bike too and I usually met with my friends there, as I was to, unexpectedly, this evening.

How was I too know that it would be the most fearful night of my life?