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Light in the Shadows I made this as a signature. I'm not sure about the highlights though.

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A random picture I drew of Kammy Koopa (from Paper Mario) as a little girl.

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I know. I haven't posted in forever and a half. I'm not even going to promise to post, because I won't and I know it.
So. I have written absolutely 0 on my book for a week or so, but I've started a lot of other projects. Here are the "first 16 lines" of some--did you know that that's the usual length for a first page?

:!:
[Soon]
:!!!:
{not long now | not long | not long now.}
:?!:
[Patience]
:!:
\silence young and simple silence we wait/

It was the voices that woke her, strange voices. She opened her eyes and saw nothing but the same darkness she'd seen with them closed. She was not blind, though, she knew she wasn't blind. Not yet.
:?:

She couldn't hear it as much as feel it, a simple curiosity at the edge of her dim conscious. She lay there, half-awake, undefended, wandering through the tendrils of mist at the very edge of dreaming.

Anyone out there who knows about blogging care to tell me why highlighting and formatting that sent me back to the top every time I bolded or italicised a word?

The snow fell.
The tiny crystals dusted her fur with silver. She padded gently between the trees, her big paws making almost no sound at all. She was Starsinger.
“Amarri,” she called to the night, her voice mournful and muffled by the icy mist that clung to the trees. Moonlight sparkled on the frosty ground. “Amarri, come to me. My tears call you back beneath full moon's light, to tell me what is to come.”
There was no sound except the faintest whisper of wind through the needles of the pines. But after a moment, as two shining tears hit the ground and shattered, there was a faint shimmer in the air. A strange, misty light formed as the snow whirled into a shape, and the light took form. The newcomer, made of mist and light, was younger, her ears up and her tail raised, not in hostility, but playfully. She was one of the Amarri, the past-spirits, the Moonlit Ones. The band of stars overhead was the path they walked as they watched over the forests.
Sister of the Amarri, singer of moonlight, you ask us what is to come. You worry not for your own safety, but for the safety and well-being of the pack. You are worthy of us, and so we come.
The Amarri spirit sat, proud and majestic, her tail sweeping the snow. Starsinger lowered her tail and ears, and rested her head on her paws, submissive. “I ask you, tell me what may be."

I like this one, but the whole end dialogue doesn't fit in 16 lines. I like that better as a cutoff, though. Hm.

Asira stood with her back to the rising sun, her cropped auburn hair whipped about by the chilly wind. Above her, the moon Tsiir hung, almost too big in the early dawn light, and on the horizon Tsiir's smaller sister, Ryll, was nested directly between Twinpeaks. Judging from the movement of the stars these past few nights, that was where the sun would set in only a few nights.
“Winter's coming,” said Asira softly, “and early. We won't get another growth before first frost comes and kills it all.”
Behind her, as she had sensed, Cryyl had emerged from the house. “Sa~ar, Asira, peace,” he said in his soft, rough voice. “We have gathered enough this year to keep us all winter, and sell some as well.”
“Yes, but if we'd gathered just a bit more...”
“Ras'ha, do not think that way, dy m'ir~.” He stepped forward and laid his warm, rough hand on her shoulder. “Life is well.”
“Mamaka!” called a voice from behind. “Tetara! Look!”
Asira turned to see Larani run up, her bright violet eyes gleaming. In her hands, the young girl held a rys moth. It was beautiful, shimmering in many colors and with shifting patterns of opal and black on its wings. Rys moths were rare, and said to be good luck if you caught one and kept it with you. Good luck for the rest of the summer.

Sci-fi.

The first time she realized what the Song meant was when she saw yellow eyes watching her from the shadows between the trees.
She had always heard the Song, ever since she'd been a tiny kitten, when her mother had taken her, her two wild brothers, and her one timid sister out into the garden to learn about their home. She had been told she climbed up the honeysuckle and sat on the garden wall, and watched the trees. She didn't remember the garden wall, but she did remember the Song, beautiful and strange, a wild thing that filled her with many nameless joys and sorrows, with love and fear, hope and dreamings. It was a Song that told of fleeting happiness and endless pain, of great losses and limitless glories.
Her two wild brothers, Thorn and Briar, and her one timid sister, Willow, heard the Song too, but not until much later. She heard it first, and it caused a wistfulness to blossom inside of her, a longing for something she had never known.
Her mother, Heather, was a soft tabby, with fur the color of warm cream, and eyes like spring leaves. Ivy, for that was her name, looked much the same. Thorn and Briar were both tabby, Thorn dark brown and Briar sandy; and Willow was white, dappled with gray, tan, and ginger. Ivy and her three littermates were the only kindle their humanfolk had kept. Heather called them her pride and joy, and Ivy was content.
Content, of course, except for the missing piece, just beyond her reach, which the Song made her wish for ever more. Often, it was nothing more than a nagging, at the back of her mind, an insistent little nibble. The only thing that could make the nibble go away was to sit on the garden wall and listen to the Song.
And so it came to be that Ivy was on the wall that day, at just such a moment in just such a place that she saw the eyes.
They were bright eyes, the color of amber. But they were not friendly eyes. They were sharp, cold eyes, filled with icy fire. And in an instant, simply by seeing those eyes, Ivy understood what the song meant. It was the song of the forest, and it was sung by not just the trees, but the creatures of the forest. The mice who crawled in the leaves, the birds who perched in the trees...and even by her own kind. The song of the forest was sung by cats. For the eyes that looked at her from the dim twilight under the trees were the eyes of a cat.

Kitties. :D

The wind howls, whipping snow across my vision. I struggle upwards, my howlerskin coat wrapped tightly around me. I can feel the bottle pressed against my bare skin, and I want to adjust my robe so I'm not touching the freezing glass, but I can't. I have to keep going. I can get more comfortable once I'm somewhere the temperature won't ruin the medicine.
“Come on,” I whisper to myself. My breath doesn't even form mist—it's whipped away by the wind too quickly. “Can't deliver this if you freeze to death, can you? Oh, I wish--” But I stop myself, because I can't think about that.
A chilling sound cuts through the wind, and I curse under my breath. A howler! I grab my staff and pray to whatever higher powers there might be that it's a loner. All the charge left in my staff might knock out a single howler, and I can't reach my saber without endangering the medicine. I start to run.
As I reach the crest of the hill, something stops me. It's a high, keening wail—the cry of a sorren. The howling swells up over the screams, and I swallow hard. A sorren, a young one, cornered by a pack of howlers. It has to be young, less than two cycles—even a pack of the biggest howlers wouldn't dare face a fully grown sorren. But under two cycles, the huge animals are almost completely helpless. I have a choice: find and fight the howlers even though I have no chance, or let the sorren die.

More sci-fi. There must be a message in that, or something.

That's all I have, for now. Ciao!

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...I can't think of any ideas
...I can't write anything
...I'm stuck on my novel
...I'm bored and have nothing better to do than make a random post.
I have very little to post, but I thought I would keep up with my guidline of posting once a week. I have one poem, but I have to go find it before I can post it. Once they're all edited, I might or might not post the first few chapters of my novel.
That's all for now. I'll post again soon!

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The last post I made before today was last year. That seems ages ago.
I saw online that the seventh HP movie is actually going to be two movies. Just for the sake of not leaving things out. How considerate of WB.
Two reviews and a sample chapter coming soon. I hope.

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LISTEN TO MY VOICE
I'LL GIVE YOU A CHOICE
YOU CAN'T DIE, SO YOU'LL BE NO MORE
UNLESS YOU STAY HERE EVERMORE! (laugh)
Don't even think about your princess rescuing you if you stay--no matter what you choose, you're bound by it forever!
EVEN IF SHE FREES HERSELF
AND COMES FOR YOU SOMEDAY
EVEN IF SHE MAKES IT HERE,
SHE WON'T TAKE YOU AWAY!
SHE WON'T EVEN MAKE IT
PAST OUR CASTLE DOOR,
ONCE SHE SEES HOW I HAVE MADE YOU MINE______FOREVERMORE!
IF I KILL YOU, YOU'LL BE GONE
EITHER WAY I'LL WIN
I THINK THE MASTERS HAVE TO DIE
FOR NEW ONES TO KICK IN! (laugh)
AND IF I DON'T YOU WILL BE MINE
FINALLY I CAN'T LOSE!
NOW ALL THAT'S LEFT BEFORE I WIN
IS JUST FOR YOU TO CHOOSE!
So, what do you think?
Will you learn a bit of the ancient language, and say a few words for me? You'll only have to know two!
Or will you choose to take yourself and your friends into the void--forever? I'd be delighted to do it! (laughs)
AT LAST NOW I CAN WIN!
LET MY LEGACY BEGIN!
STAY WITH ME
FOR ETERNITY
OR I'LL LET THE DEMONS IN!
ADONUS MALIA!
ADONUS MALIA!
(REALLY evil laugh)
(screams and howls of demons in the b/g)

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I am going to be making some changes to the site.
For one thing, I am going to rewrite Midnight Spell as Curse of Midnight with some major changes to the story. I hope you like the new version better.
For another thing: Sticky Notes on my computer will remind me: Post on Dragongirl! So please be patient. I am not the most organized person in the world, but I will try.
Thirdly, I want to let you know that any story that is not fanfic will NOT be continued beyond one or two chapters! That is, any book-length story. Short stories obviously do not have chapters, but anyways.
Fourth: More book reviews! I have not done any for a while, but I will do some more.
I think that's all. Sorry about the long break--part of it was due to a broken website. I've been trying to post for a few weeks.

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My mom saw a quote from President Bush online a few days ago: "Childrens are learning." This was to support renewing the No Child Left Behind Act. I hate this act, because while perhaps it is helping the needy "childrens" learn, it is not helping the advanced students stay interested in school. The only way for that to happen is with grade advancement, which I have gotten for language arts and math this year.
Right now I am exercising my freedom of the press. Or is it my freedom of speech? Whatever.

And yes. I know. I lied about the frequent posting. Sue me. I'm trying!

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