Genre: Young Adult & Youth
About SnipergirlLocation: Australia Home Region: Age:14 Favorite novels: The Lord Of The Rings, The Tomorrow Series, Nineteen Minutes, The Riftwar Series. Favorite writers: John Marsden, Jodi Picoult, JRR Tolkien, Raymond E. Feist. Favorite music: Coldplay, Depeche Mode, Icehouse, Muse, Midnight Oil, Pink Floyd, Radiohead. I also listen to a lot of soundtracks to games, such as Metal Gear Solid, Final Fantasy, Fallout 3 and Kingdom Hearts. Non-noveling interests: I read a lot, paint, and generally just hang out. |
Joined: Oktober 13, 2008 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 15 NaNoWriMo buddies: 10
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Brief Author Bio: Hey! I'm a teenager who's genuinely messed up in the head. I've got a pretty good life, great friends, and I go to a pretty good school - but my thoughts center around the most bizarre, random things. Personality disorders, untraceable ways of death, torture, police procedures, politics, geographical oddities... You name it, I've probably considered it in the past. So, for me, writing is a way of getting all of that insanity out of my head and out onto paper. NaNoWriMo is accelerating that at such an alarming pace that I almost feel normal at times, and start to think about the more mundane things in life... Which is just as scary. Anyway... If you're out there, reading this and doing NaNoWriMo, good luck to you! We're all weird in one way or the other, and this not only proves it, it gives us a novel as well! Woo! Again, good luck, and you should probably get on with your novel rather than reading the strange bio of a strange person. =P |
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Synopsis: Burning Letters
Skye Jones never expected to get caught up in an inter-school relationship, let alone one with someone whom she'd never met. But after writing to Jake Rivera for several weeks, she's found herself genuinely worried about the suicidal teenager.
On the 31st of June, Jake is killed in a fire that claims 567 people's lives, and seriously injuries a thousand more. Almost the whole town is destroyed. Skye's torn apart by the devastation in the town, but can't help but be grateful that she doesn't live there. She becomes friends with another boy, James Jet, in the town as he struggles to rebuild his life, and then almost a year later, moves there.
Now she's entangled in a situation more complicated than she ever expected. Jet's lingering feelings for her; her utter obsession with the enigmatic Bryce Rivera; a curious letter addressed to no-one, and a question that still remains from a year before.
Who lit the fire?
Excerpt: Burning Letters
The reason I’m writing this is so that I can try and explain to those people who don’t have depression, what it’s like. So that we can have a fair chance; so people won’t bully us or tease us for having what they call, the emo disease.
Now, how would you feel if people seemed to stop smiling at you? If they just walked past you as though you were worthless, scattered and broken? If all the positive parts of life seemed to drain away, and left you with a dull aching sense of loss?
And then even that last sense of emotion disappeared?
That’s what depression is.
So… look around you now. Look at your friends, look at your enemies, look at the person you like. Look at the people you want to avoid, the people you want to get to know. Ask yourself, if I could have the power to change their lives, would I?
Only you can answer that question. And the power’s already in your hands. Each time you smile at someone, or each time you make a cruel remark about them; each time you ignore them or wave at them in the hallway, you’re potentially limiting or heightening their chances of happiness.
Do you really want to be responsible for how someone winds up feeling? No? Too bad, you already are. If you don’t have the gift of feeling happy, no matter what the situation is –and very few people have that gift– then you’ll find that your emotions largely weigh on how other people treat you.
Think about it.
A smile can change someone’s life. A cruel remark can lead to suicide. Do you want someone to remember you for your sense of humour, your friendship, your smiles? Or for the time that they spent trying to avoid you, skirting around you and keeping a fair distance?
There are people around me who deliberately hurt others, and I’m addressing this next part to them: Why? What’s the point? Do you hate yourself so much that you have to take it out on other people? Because if that’s the case… All you have to do is just smile. You’d be amazed at how many other people will do the same to you.
In the end, I guess, the choice is really up to you. But you get what you give… So, do you want to receive joy, or sorrow?
Think about it.
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