Genre: Fantasy
About AmmietiaLocation: Hamilton, Ontario, Canada Home Region: Age:16 Favorite novels: Tortall Series, His Dark Materials, A Great And Terrible Beauty Series, Favorite writers: Tamora Pierce, Libba Bray, Philip Pullman Favorite music: Depends, anything but Rap Non-noveling interests: Field Hockey, Reading, Hanging out in my own little world, singing to songs |
Joined: octobre 23, 2007 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 48 NaNoWriMo buddies: 11
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Brief Author Bio: I'm an aspiring writer and pastry chef, currently co-oping at Sweet Paradise where the closest things to write with are icing, custard and Continental Creme on cakes and canolies. I'm currently working on the sequel to last years novel, Shadows. My genre is almost strictly Fantasy. If you want to talk, just NaNo mail me, or you can add me on MSN (or e-mail me) at lilyflower_dragon@hotmail.com. Just say that you're from NaNo ^-^ |
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Excerpt: Crystals
In my dream all were standing in front of me, Ammietia, Lily and Lyra. The only distinguishable feature on them all were the colors of their clothing. Their faces were gone- long forgotten. Their hair was limp and colorless, just colorlessness, emptiness. There but not there. That was the first shock. I fell to my knees. This was the point that I found my stomach dropping. The point that I felt ready to faint. The point that I thought I'd never get back up again.
And then they started talking with that under water sound. Words that made no sense. Words that made me want to understand them, but never became clear. And slowly, they started sinking into the ground. Into water. Into a deep abyss, a pit of black with rippling edges. Their voices became more faint and more garbled. I could hear Lyra's sobs. Lily's laugh. Ammietia's soothing voice. I screamed, clawed at the water, begged them to come back. But they didn't. I was alone. Crying. Pleading. Alone.
When I woke up, I was already screaming. The pillow could do nothing, not even stop the flow of tears. My screams echoed through the house. Damien and Mariam rushed in, I took no notice. As I screamed, I forced myself to remember anything i could about them, and relieved that I could even if lily was still foggy. But still the screams ripped from my throat, until my throat could no longer produce them, and I stuck to crying in Damien's arms.
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