Genre: Young Adult & Youth
About Saffiya ScarlettLocation: North East England Home Region: Age:17 Website: http://www.confessionsofafashioneditor.onsugar.com Favorite novels: On The Beach, The Mediator Series, A Picture of Dorian Gray, Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Casson Family Series, Atonement Favorite writers: Hadley Freeman, Meg Cabot, Neville Shute, Ian McEwan, Douglas Adams Favorite music: Country. Sad, but true. 'Carolina in my Mind' by James Taylor, and 'Lucky One' by Alison Krauss are up there (: Non-noveling interests: Watching Ugly Betty. Texting peopl obsessively. Reading fan-fiction. Feeling guilty for reading fan-fiction. Handing in waaay too many drafts of English coursework. History. |
Joined: October 13, 2009 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 11 NaNoWriMo buddies: 7
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Brief Author Bio: Saffiya Scarlett is a seventeen year old pixie (contrary to popular belief, she is not actually a vampire, thank you, Sarah) living somewere in the north of England. She is resolutely Welsh, and loves many things, including losing to her friends at cards, cups of tea and chocolate biscuits. She is bored at the moment, as you can probably tell, from the fact that she is writing about herself in the third person. This is the kind of bio she would like to have been published in the "Literary Den Book Of New Fiction 2008", where her bio unfortunately makes her sound excrutiatingly stupid and shallow. Although she admits this is true, she likes to consider herself a good enough actress to cover it up most of the time. |
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Synopsis: Leaving You
"But counting down the days to go
It just ain't living
And I just hope you know
That if you say
Goodbye today
I'd ask you to be true
'Cause the hardest part of this is leaving you"
-CANCER, My Chemical Romance
Imogen has never been part of her family. They say that they will always love her, no matter what, but she has always known, deep down, that she was different, and that she would never fit in.
But, every so often, in the middle of an ordinary life, the world grants us a fairytale, right?
When Poppy dances, sometimes sparkling and shiny, sometimes dark, lonely and complicated, into Immy's life, she begins to see where things have been wrong thus far, for her.
She's never had a friend as true, and as wonderful, as Poppy.
But, something is being kept from her; something dark, and something worrying - something that Tom promises he will tell her... but only when he has to.
The thing about fairytales is that they don't always last...
Lonliness. Family. Misfits. Fairytales. Friendship. Sisters. Love. Loyalty Romance. Loss. Depression. Struggles.
And Recovery.
Because the hardest part of this is leaving you...
Excerpt: Leaving You
“She’s really scared.” He shrugged, and I could tell that he still hadn’t fully got over the shock of her revelation. He hadn’t been expecting this. Tom lived, more or less, in a happy little bubble of routine; he did his school work, he passed his exams, his parents let him do what he wanted, every Saturday he did his homework with me, every Internet Night, he spoke to Caelia on webcam, and sometimes her friends and I would join them for a big chat, and every Caelia Night, he went out with her, and had a good time completely ignoring the film on the big screen in front of them, just enjoying holding her hand, and being there, in that moment, with her. That was the way his world worked, and the disruption was going to take a while to get used to… but he would get used to it. Everything would work itself out – it always did.
“I bet she is.” I nodded, “it obviously means a lot to her – you know, having the independence and freedom. Not being reliant on her parents for everything. It’s kind of a big step in her life.”
“You… you really think so?” he asked, suppressing a smirk.
“Yes.” I told him, “I do. I think that she’s making a really big decision, and that you should be there for her.”
“Is it… is it that obvious?” he asked, sighing slightly, and rubbing his forehead, trying to look thoughtful.
“Yes.”
“Really?” he asked again, sounding pained.
“Yes.”
“Do you… do you think that she noticed?” he asked, running his hands through his hair, and staring at the ceiling.
“Very probably.”
“Oh, God…”
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