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About wingedcreatureLocation: San Diego, CA Home Region: Age:22 Website: http://wingedcreature.wordpress.com Favorite novels: Harry Potter,Lord of the Rings, Chronicles of Narnia, The Other Boleyn Girl, The Lovely Bones, and countless others Favorite writers: J.K. Rowling, C.S. Lewis, J.R.R. Tolkien, Philippa Gregory, Elizabeth Flock Favorite music: It depends on what I'm writing and what mood I'm in Non-noveling interests: Going to the beach, watching movies and t.v. and reading |
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Synopsis: Novel 1:Bodies Novel 2: Stab My Back
In Bodies, an exhibit about bodies comes to a museum- and the bodies come to life after the museum closes.
In Stab My Back, a girl is betrayed by her friends and family, and leaves home.
Excerpt: Novel 1:Bodies Novel 2: Stab My Back
Bodies:
“Hermione, these beezies are letting the magic out. Can you go close the door?” Frank asked innocently.
“No. And stop making everything weird. You are starting to sound like Fred.”
“Don’t you mean he is starting to sound like me?”
“No,’” I said primly. “You are starting to sound like him”
“What is going on?” Fred asked from behind us. “I am confused. Who is starting to sound like who?”
“Never mind,” I said soothingly.
“Okay,” he said. “Hey, they are letting the magic out!”
“Now he’s starting to sound like you,” I told Frank.
“Huh?”
“Never mind. New inside joke.”
“Oh,” Fred replied.
Frank got something from his clipboard and handed to one of the new VSA’s.
“Why are you handihng me a picture of a goat?” she asked confusedly.
“Just ignore him,” I said. “He is very nostalgic right now. He is thinking about the good ‘ole days.”
“Hermione, that is the worst thing I’ve heard all day.”
Stab My Back:
Prologue
They betrayed me. How could they betray me like that? My own family, my own friends, the people I cared about the most betrayed me. And most of all, how could Jeff stab my back like that? Of all the people who betrayed me, his betrayal hurt me the most. It was like a knife to my heart.
So in the middle of the night, I packed everything up and started driving. I no longer felt safe at home. If my own family and friends could betray the way they did, then who else would? The things they did changed everything. And things would no longer be same. I had to find some way to put the pieces back together, after picking them up.
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