My Pieces

EA- Entertainment Avenue Competition!

Tue, 02 Dec 2008 15:33:11 -0500

I am a daily member at EA Forums, which are really exciting and fun... And they have a site of the month contest!

The Writers Corner is submitted and hopefully we will recieve lots of votes . I will keep you guys updated with the stats, and lets hope for a succesfull run. To visit and become a member, (which I highly advise), visit the following link:

http://entertainment-avenue.co.cc/forums/index.php

Love,

Ashley

xoxo

Detention

Sun, 05 Oct 2008 13:32:04 -0400

NOTE: This is a random thing I started typing today. Dont think its another novel or anything, its just... this.

Mr. Stark hands me a brightly colored, odorous sheet. It has math problems for me to complete during the two next tedious hours that I must spend in this boxed room. I tardily take my pen out from my scratched and worn out pencil case and turn to glare at the first algebra problem on the sheet. The colors are so luminous they hurt my eyes, but with one glance at Mr. Stark?s stern gaze, I focus. The first problem turns out to be tricky and I try a few methods but they fail to give me a result. My eyes, still stinging, and at their own accord, slowly drift away from my paper into the vastness of the room.

The dreaded chalkboard hangs in the middle and takes up the most space. It overlooks where I sit and casts a shadow over my minor desk. Alongside me, five- ten- no, twenty tattered; minute desks stand on rickety legs, all facing Mr. Stark?s escritoire. The desk in question is a rectangular Blackwood piece. The surface is dusty and there sits a darkened green granny smith apple that is probably untouched and is just resting there, rotting away with time. You may not think that this apple is of great importance, but I am sure that an apple like this one would rather be anywhere else but here. It looks at me solemnly, knowing how I feel, trapped and lonely. However, the glint of light on the apple?s skin tells me that it will keep me company, a prisoner, too.

Behind each desk sits a wooden chair, drooping with boredom. The walls are dark, murky, and boring, wrinkled expressions on their faces. They are longing a fresh coat of paint, which I cannot give them. Sighing, I turn to gaze at the bookshelf behind Mr. Stark?s desk. There are a few books to be seen, but none in particular catch my eye. I imagine what it would be like to repose on a bookshelf all day, observing the children walk in and out of the dainty math classroom. Listening to the sounds of quills and parchment, the giggles and whispers across the air.

Help

Tue, 19 Aug 2008 05:28:10 -0400

This is more of an tell-me-what-you-think-blog. I- I really, really, really like two boys. Both. I love them so much. But they both love me, and I can't have both. I started dating one but then broke up with him for the other. And then I broke up with him for the one I was dating before (Sorry I am using HIM but it is kinda private).

Anyways, what should I do? I don't want to hurt them again, but I love them. Should I give up on them alltogether, or not? Help!

Nearly done!

Mon, 23 Jun 2008 16:05:34 -0400

I am just editing now... I have contacted a place to publish and maybe even sell! The title of the nocel is still being decided. I cannot choose between "A Changing Path" or "Forever Yours"

Any preferences?

Updates on Novel

Thu, 01 May 2008 15:29:08 -0400

Firstly, I would like to thank everyone on the support I am recieving on my novel. Its great. I love you all =).

Secondly, I would like to state that I am nearly done with it!! After I finish writing it I will be editing it, and when I think its done, we will take it to some publishers (If, and only if, the agency of publishing books recommends me to try to publish, and I have high hopes for that) I hope they like it, but I really don't think its good enough. We'll see!

Thanks to all of you who have supported me...

Progress on my novel!

Mon, 31 Mar 2008 10:26:23 -0400

Chapters 1-6 are now finished for my novel, "A Changing Path". Here is a short part which is is the second chapter:

?I?m picking this room!? Cambria yelled from the upper part of the house, ?It?s the bigger of the two!?

?That is unfair!? moaned Marcus, who was standing beside her ?I always have a smaller room?

?I claimed it first, besides, the other room is still nice, and it has a balcony. Here, let me show you.? Cambria walked down the bare corridor and turned to the right at the end of it. Marcus followed her. The room wasn?t that small, but most of the space was taken up by a large walk-in wardrobe. The walls, like every wall in the house, were white. There was one big window in the room, which led to a small balcony. Cambria opened the door and stepped outside.

?See,? she said ?it?s still a good room?

?Fine? Marcus grumbled, and walked away.

The afternoon passed quickly while the workers moved the furniture into the new house. The rooms had all been claimed. The small room next to the entrance would be Edwin?s study, and Cambria and Marcus?s rooms would be on the third floor. The room at the top of the house, on the fourth floor would be fitted with a computer, and the room directly below it would be Edwin and Marian?s room. With so much to unpack, Cambria and Marcus got bored a few times. They wandered down the garden path toward the street and the removal truck, waiting for their belongings to come out.

I hope you like it, so far, and I will be posting short extracts from each chapter now, but not the whole chapter :)

Prologue

Mon, 07 Jan 2008 17:40:14 -0500

Epilogue

It was a hot autumn?s day, and the temperatures were impossible. It was one of those days where one cannot go outside because of the heat, and it was true, most cities were apparently deserted. The weather forecast had said it would be ?hot? but they hadn?t said how hot it would be. A light breeze would appear every now and then, cooling the streets and relieving the few who were outside. However, from high above, in a twenty metre long plane, such conditions were unnoticeable, and the passengers were having a fine time.

?Are we there yet?? asked Marcus from the window ?I can see houses? he peered down, his curly brown hair swinging forwards into his eyes.

?Don?t be so impatient!? Edwin called from the other side of the isle ?We?ll get there soon enough!?

Cambria didn?t pay attention to their conversation; her eyes were concentrated on the book she was reading.

?I can?t wait to see our new house, what about you, Cam?? Marcus stated.

Cambria nodded, faintly, uttering no sound but a slight humming, as if saying yes. She was reading a very interesting book, and she was nearly done with it. She was at a very interesting part indeed. The only sadness that she got when finishing a book was the fact that she had nothing to read, and so she couldn?t wait to visit the school library and check out some new books. In Vienna, where they had lived last year, she had had nearly no friends, and she had spent all her free time among the dusty bookcases. There had been a certain comfort to the school library. It was not quite big, with one little room when you entered, and then two other little rooms. It was adorned with many pictures that the smaller kids had made in class. She wondered what her new school in Munich would be like. She had visited it with her parents, but they had just seen the campus and the classrooms. No library.

?Cam! Listen to what I?m saying!? Marcus said, a little too loudly.

One of the disadvantages of having an eight year old brother was that they never understood it when you didn?t feel like playing or talking to them. They would just go on and on. Of course, it wasn?t easy being an eleven year old sister either, but a mix of both was truly terrifying.

?I?m reading Marcus, so please be quiet? Cambria said slowly, not taking her eyes off the page, ?OK??

As the seatbelt light switched on, the four of the Dixons buckled up. The plane started its slow descent towards Munich airport.

HOPE U LIKE! :)

Novel work has started!

Tue, 04 Dec 2007 15:00:25 -0500

For those of you who dont know, I am writing an autobiography/novel about an incident that happened in my life. I will use what happened to me, but I will change the characters names. The novel will be called "Two different paths" and will be about how me and my best friend met and parted, and all (THERE ARE A LOT) the incidents that happen from there on.

I will be posting extracts of it on my site, but I will not like it if anyone plagerizes, and if they do then I will have to remove the extracts.