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Exile

Exile: BlurbFifteen years ago, the world learned that magic and science are two sides of the same coin… and that the coin was flipping. When the moonlight shined down and changed men to wolves, and the darkness granted new life to the dead, most people were horrified.   
Even the witches with enough power to stop cancer in its tracks were just too outré for the man on the street to trust. When the fairy godmothers and pagan gods started popping up in unexpected places, it wasn’t too surprising that the most heartfelt wish that most people had was that all of this supernatural nonsense would just go away, so that they could get on Exile: Blurb
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"Exile" scene 1
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"Exile" scene 2The road was uneven and cracked, the asphalt gone to gray from exposure to the sun and rain. The city’s infrastructure had gone to pot in the few short years since the exile, but it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. Without oil or gasoline, the few cars around couldn’t have used the roads anyway.  
I tripped, stubbing a toe on a chunk of stone. Swallowing a curse, I reflected on the occasional usefulness of government. There was a rumor that the roads on the east side of the city, where the werewolf pack had established itself, were being maintained.  
Even the worst cities back in the mundane world hadn’t eve "Exile" scene 2
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"Exile" scene 3
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Exiled from the world when humanity rejects the chaos of its newfound magic, Deanna and the brother who once died to protect her must somehow survive in their new home: a dark city formed of mish-mashed memories and ruled by gangs, none of which are more ruthless than the vampire family ruled by Russell Ford.
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Tower of Nine

Tower of Nine: 001Vivian hated having a roommate; it made doing things in private difficult. Even more, she hated having a mundane roommate; it made the list of things that needed to be done in private that much longer. Still, at least her roommate was finally gone – and if Vivian was any judge of the low-necked shirt she’d left in, Rachel would be out ‘till two – maybe even all night.   
Vivian hoped so.   
Not that Rachel was a bad roommate, as far as things went. Why, Vivian had almost given into the urge to turn her first roommate into a frog, and only the consequences of infuriating the Tower of Nine had held her ba Tower of Nine: 001
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Tower of Nine: 002The room smelled of stale sex and sweat-soaked blood as Vivian’s eyelids fluttered open. She started coughing, trying to clear her nose of the cacophony of scents.  
 
“Careful,” said a voice she didn’t recognize until she heard, “You’re okay.” He sounded so different when he wasn’t angry.  
 
“Rachel?” she asked.  
 
A flicker of distaste crossed his blocky features. “She made it to the bathroom before she started throwing up.”   
“That’s something, at least,” Vivian murmured before trying to sit up. Her pale, freckled skin flus Tower of Nine: 002
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An urban fantasy detailing a time of upheaval and change for an enchantress and her family, who are deeply involved in the magical community although their motives tend more toward the gray then the pure.
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Shorts and Flash

Mary Worthington the BloodyThree girls giggled in the moonlight that streamed in through the window to their right. It was late, but being a summer night and one of the few nights a year they were all permitted to sleep over at one house, they were indulged and no adult came to knock on their door and whisper about the need for quiet.   
The eldest girl tucked a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear and demanded in a whisper, “Let’s play a game,” once the giggles had died away.   
“Like what?” asked the youngest, though she was not much younger than the other girls. All three were in the seventh grade. The eldest wore a Mary Worthington the Bloody
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His Father's GiftThe ride was suitably boring until the engine stalled with a sputter. As the sounds of the transmission died and the bike rolled to a stop along the side of the road, crunching broken bits of asphalt, Rob cursed. He didn’t see any headlines in either direction, and the sun had almost set. He could call AAA for a tow truck, but even in a big city, it sometimes took hours for them to send somebody out.  
 
He wasn’t in a big city – rural Wyoming was the closest he’d ever come to the middle of nowhere. AAA probably wouldn’t make it out until morning, and, according to the road signs, the closest rest stop was a His Father's Gift
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Woman of the Wyrd“Do you know what I hate most about necromancers, Cal?” Her tone is bitter.  
 
The younger man looks down from the tower at the mass of zombies marching – shambling in step – toward the east. “They’re creepy as fuck?” he asks.  
 
Janni answers with one sharp shake of her head. A few strands of brown hair tumble loose from her braid. She ignores them. “That doesn’t bother me as much as the ivory tower crap. They do their thing and raise the zombies, then they sit back with their silks and silver and think they’re gods.”  
 
“You blame them, Captain? Wou Woman of the Wyrd
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Sancutary TowerThe rain burns like acid on her skin and she wants nothing more than to leave this cursed hellhole of a city despite all of the lies and tears it took to get this far north. Even the air is black, gritty with soot and ash. It clings to her hair, dusting her vibrant locks with gray flecks that turn to mud and render her just another miserable face on the faded street.  
A tower, stories taller than the building surround it, emerges from the haze and she steps up her pace, hurrying toward the sanctuary of its ancient halls. It is black, which does not surprise her, but the ebony stone shines with a clarity and cleanliness that does not see Sancutary Tower
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A collection of assorted short or flash pieces with no common thread between them, although some share a setting: Lithmeria, the MUD I'm involved with developing. Many were inspired by ProseChallenge or 30fic prompts.
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Tips For Writing Flash Fictionby Stephen R. Smith with excerpts by Kathy Kachelries   
 
In order to improve as a writer, you need feedback. It's difficult to write something the size of a novel, and equally difficult to carve out the time required to read one and provide any sort of meaningful critique on it. This severely handicaps the feedback loop so important for the aspiring writer.   
Flash Fiction on the other hand allows you to exercise all of your story writing and editing skills while creating works that can be read in a few minutes. This makes it ideal for examining ideas, developing writing skills and getting the feedback needed to he Tips For Writing Flash Fiction
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Held CaptiveWhile she left to use the restroom, Rosco ordered them a plate of biscuits and two glasses of sweet tea.   “I’ll get that right out,” the waiter said. He paused and then added, “I’m being held here against my will.”   Then he left to get the sweet tea.   
 
 “He’s cute,” Marietta said when she sat down.   “He’s being held captive here.”   “What?”   “I don’t know,” Rosco said honestly. “He just took my order and said he was being held here against his will.”   They watche Held Captive
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Writing Exercise-Book ProposalWriting Activity: Mock Book Proposal   
 
“Everyone wants to publish a novel. Everybody wants to make it big, be a best seller.” This is something you might have heard a lot. One of my English professors said it to me and I often think about it. He was lamenting the fact that a perfectly good short-story writer had abandoned their natural artform to pursue a novel, something they were not good at. It made me wonder, why do people want to write novels? Is it because of the reputation? The opportunity for success? The bedazzlement of potential celebrity in the publishing world? Maybe it’s because all of the big wri Writing Exercise-Book Proposal
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stealthy She's stealthy. She's Waldo in a candy-cane factory at Christmas that just shipped in an order of barber-shop poles for their barber-shop quartet of singing striped elves with Santa hats.  And when Waldo sheds his wooden cane and goggles in favor of cherry-and-ivory streaked war paint as he dodges in between the swirling plastic poles and peppermint sticks, surrounded by a crowd of distracting minions, you're getting there. If these minions are wearing bankai masks and capes made from the Danish flag to celebrate their juxtaposing hapa heritage, you're closer still.  And if he then immerses himself like a chameleon b stealthy
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Most of the works here are short pieces of literary prose, or guides and instructional articles.
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Journal Entry: Wed Nov 18, 2009, 12:52 PM




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I'm a 21y/o 2L at the University of Baltimore School of Law. I'm also a lead developers for Lithmeria, a MUD currently in beta. I majored in philosophy & minored in religion. I enjoy action movies & country music. I write urban fantasy as a hobby, though I hope one day to finish a work worthy of publication.


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I've upgraded to Premium Membership. I rather like it--the twitter feed is nice, but what I really like being able to have the EXILE and Flash galleries showing instead of the New Pieces stuff. I'm also kind of fond of the sit-back feature for my favorites, although it's a bit annoying that I can't randomize it so I see the same picture every time I reload.



There's less than a week of school left, which is actually quite scary; finals are coming up, and I have a lot of reading to do. Thanksgiving is coming up and there are 3 birthdays soon (including my own), so my studying time is going to be pretty short. I have to worry about getting in the rest of my hours for my research assistant job before the end of the year so I can make a decent amount of money and keep the job next year. I want to start doing more posts for Hope on Remand (my blog, about life after college, that I do with a friend--but we took a brief hiatus for NaNoWriMo so we could focus our writing there). I want to write more: I want to get not just EXILE but TOWER OF NINE and maybe even CHARM CITY CHARMS finished... if ANATHEMA taught me nothing else, it's that I really do love all three of those stories.



I've been trying to get more involved here at deviantART, find other people to create beta/critique/reading relationships with. I think I've been doing well with that.



Anywho, back to the writing. I just wanted to set up the new journal CSS and mention the upgrade (I can do critiques now, woot!)








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  • Mood: dA Love
  • Listening to: Mrs. Potter's Lulluby, Counting Crows
  • Reading: "Magic in the Shadows," Devon Monk
  • Playing: Lithmeria
  • Drinking: Pepsi

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  • Current Residence: Baltimore, Maryland
  • Favourite movie: The Mummy, Serenity, Constantine
  • Favourite band or musician: Taylor Swift, Jace Everett, Carrie Underwood, Garth Brooks, Gary Allen, Goo Goo Dolls
  • Favourite genre of music: Country, 90s Rock
  • Favourite artist: Cris Ortega
  • Favourite poet or writer: Rudyard Kipling, L. E. Modesitt Jr., Jim Butcher, David Weber, Glen Cook
  • Favourite style of art: Vector
  • Operating System: Win7
  • Favourite game: Lithmeria
  • Favourite gaming platform: CMUD
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  • Personal Quote: Words are magic -- Frank Herbert
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*BPC73 1 hour 32 minutes ago
thanks for the watch

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*ArchArad 15 hours 25 minutes ago
Thank you for the :+devwatch: - I really appreciate the support. :w00t:

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*denlm 21 hours 7 minutes ago
Thank you for collecting jon.com. You are a fanatasy writer, I see. Then you might want to check out my novel Fellowship of Psys too. It would suit your tastes perfectly.
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=eldestmuse 21 hours 4 minutes ago
I believe I will do so, though I enjoy reading most types of genre fiction. I just usually write urban fantasy.

Thank you for recommending it =)

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Contrary to popular opinion, the plural of 'anecdote' is not 'fact.'
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*denlm 20 hours 52 minutes ago
You're welcome. I hope I hear more from you soon. I must remember to sample your writing too.
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