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 Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2008 6:59 pm
The Gamma Sign on SheetWhat we need you to fill in. If your desperate visit the lonely writers forum to find yourself a gamma. I know the list below is quite long but if you want to be find a beta you have to go through here. My name is what?: - I can speak in parceltounge: What languages you can read (denote with an r) and write in ( w) in order of native tongue to really bad at. I write: Fanfics/Origninals/Poetry But Specifically: E.g. certain fanfics, or genres. Relationships and censorship: What sexualities you are comfortable with and the degree of adult themes you deal with. How I write: Give us a little flavour on how you write. Why I write: What makes you a writer? How to get hold of me: Use a separate line for each new way of contacting you. What time zone I'm in: Helpful for global gaians What I can do in two weeks: Well what can you write in two weeks? [b]My name is what?:[/b] -
[b]I can speak in parceltounge:[/b] What languages you can read (denote with an [b]r[/b]) and write in ([b]w[/b]) in order of native tongue to really bad at.
[b]I write: [/b]Fanfics/Origninals/Poetry
[b]But Specifically:[/b] E.g. certain fanfics, or genres.
[b]Relationships and censorship:[/b] What sexualities you are comfortable with and the degree of adult themes you deal with.
[b]How I write:[/b] Give us a little flavour on how you write.
[b]Why I write:[/b] What makes you a writer?
[b]How to get hold of me: [/b]Use a separate line for each new way of contacting you.
[b]What time zone I'm in:[/b] Helpful for global gaians
[b]What I can do in two weeks:[/b] Well what can you write in two weeks?
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 3:28 pm
My name is what?: Winters or Drew I can speak in parceltounge: English r&w
I write: Original
But Specifically: Fantasy and cross breeds of that
Relationships and censorship: No explicit sex and gay and lesbian relationships
How I write: Quote: The course was changed, and the rudder had become tangled in drifting seaweed. The Bermuda Islands drifted to the right until they became a blip on the horizon. The rudder was stuck in its position and no amount of frantic pulling at the wheel or shouting at Lorenzo from the man who funded the voyage, no number of latitudes or longitudes worked out by compass, could change the destination.
Why I write: I write because my imagination needs to be put down on a piece of paper or I will just loose the plot and go insaine
How to get hold of me: PM ME
MSN: drewberry89@hotmail.co.uk
AIM: kentokun
What time zone I'm in: GMT
What I can do in two weeks: About 1-2 chapters if I'm really motived. They are all point size 12 and double spaced for easy reading.
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 8:21 am
My name is what?: Claire Hawthorne I can speak in parceltounge: I'm 100% fluent in English ( r & w), and I can read and write a little bit of French. I write: Originals But Specifically: My genres are all over the place, but I like action & adventure. Relationships and censorship: I will write any kind of relationship, and I will write about almost anything. However, I can't (not to be confused with won't), write sex that's TOO explicit because I am still a virgin. XD How I write:Quote: “ Shut the **** up!” Kait shrieked. The tears rolling down both her and Sammy’s face were adding to her rage, and finally the red-haired girl pushed Aleksandra up against the wall and pulled out her switchblade. The room gasped and held its breath. Kaitlin Cysso had never really liked Luke when he was alive, but after his death there wasn’t a thing she wouldn’t do to stand up for her cousin. Carrying a switch-blade on her person was an extreme, but it was one of those things. Ryder quickly realized that her maternal position was in dire need and grabbed Kait’s arms, dragging her away from Aleksandra. Ery snatched the blade out of her hands and tucked it away, but Kait was still at it. She wriggled and pulled at Ryder’s grip, even though she was given no chance at escaping. Aleksandra drew her attention back to Sammy. “You vant to make something of zis?” she growled, towering over her target with a menacing stature. I love writing. I love making up stories and putting characters in situations that test both their abilities and mine. I love the fact that it separates me from everyone else in this cookie-cutter town, and it makes me feel special. How to get hold of me: PM me over Gaia. (Preferred) Or e-mail me (will send e-mail over PM). What time zone I'm in: Eastern Standard Time. What I can do in two weeks: Depending on what mood I'm in or what inspiration I have, I can write a couple of chapters or only a couple of paragraphs. However, I've been in the process of writing a novel for a while now, so I already have things that I want read.
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 9:34 am
My name is what?: - Zechs I can speak in parceltounge:English R/W I write: Origninals/Poetry But Specifically: SF, Fantasy Relationships and censorship: Whatever fits the story. I write what I would describe as clean. No sex scenes and such. How I write: Not the best, but acceptable for this. Quote: He gazed down at desk and the papers upon it. “We’re the good guys. You can trust us,” said the male voice just outside his view and inside the painful light that encircled the soothing shadows. The voice sounded warm and welcoming to his ears, but something prowled beneath it. A lie perhaps or just the arrogance of man slumbered beneath the man’s flesh. Shifting the papers around the desk, he spoke in a cold and calculated voice. “How do we know the good guys from the bad guys, as you call them? The good guys tell us they are the good. But the bad guys know how to lie. In many stories, one of the so called ‘good guys’ turns out to be the villain.” His hand twirled the ring on his right hand and pondered about what was out there. He could almost see the weaseling smile that bloomed across his own face. I plan to be a professional novelist and writer. I also would like to shut the voices of these characters up. How to get hold of me: Email/MSNM: GAicehawk7@cox.net AIM: GMicehawk What time zone I'm in: CST What I can do in two weeks: From short stories, 4k words, up to over 40,000 words or more. It depends on my schedule and all. I'm always writing, editing, and planning so it varies on the work.
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 10:44 am
My name is what?: - Hellenistic
I can speak in parceltounge: English R/W, Arabic R/W, Spanish R/W
I write: Originals/Poetry
But Specifically: History, Historical Fiction, Research Papers
Relationships and censorship: Generally not applicable.
How I write: Soon as I port everything over from my old laptop I will throw in a sample.
Why I write: Primarily as part of my job which I won't elaborate. Growing interest in accurate historical documentation.
How to get hold of me: None yet, I should have msn soon.
What time zone I'm in: I don't sleep.
What I can do in two weeks: Depending on work and classes (I do nights) nothing to maybe 50,000 words.
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 4:54 pm
My name is what?: - Emily I can speak in parceltounge: I can speak and write English fluently, and I can speak and write a little spanish. But only a bit. I write: Novels, Short Stories, Prose and Poetry But Specifically: Action, Fiction, Science Fiction or Fantasy. Relationships and censorship: I'll deal with anything relationship wise, but I'd rather not get into anything erotic or overly sexual. How I write: Quote: I walked slowly. With each step the beat of drum resonated in my chest, or perhaps it was only the crunch of fallen needles on this forests’ floor. I could hear it though, all around me; echoing through the hollowed landscape like a wooden instrument. It sung to me something dreadful, and I could practically feel the vibrations sweep away all hope of returning the way I had come. The tune I whispered back into the quiet wood lifted my spirit only slightly, but the frequent tremors that ran through my body quickly deteriorated what chance I had subconsciously left myself. No, there was no way back from here. All fortune that had been given to me had been turned away long ago. What destiny lay in wait for me had now grown impatient and had realized the reality of my own demise long before I had even fathomed its existence. I write because I think I've got a good deal of junk in my head that deserves recognition, if you'll allow me to boast a little. How to get hold of me: Email #1: eclare1@charter.net Email #2: thefantast_sillygirl@hotmail.com or just pm me right here on gaia! What time zone I'm in: Eastern Time Zone (Georgia) What I can do in two weeks: A few decent short stories, and several poems. A good deal of stuff, actually....but that's including character sheets, summaries, concepts, and other things important to novelling.
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2008 8:05 am
My name is what?: Alex, or Ivy, or whatever you want to call me. I can speak in parceltounge: English (r/w), and a little bit of Spanish (r/w), and I can read Latin if I have a dictionary and/or it's basic words. I write: Fanfics/Origninals/Poetry (but my poetry usually sucks) But Specifically: Mostly romances, I guess. And my fanfics are all about bands thus far. Relationships and censorship: Anything!! Everything!! Whatever! How I write: This isn't my best, but whatever. And sorry about the length. Quote: He laid a peck on my cheek as he got up, leaving me alone in the very cold room, naked. Warily, I pulled myself off the bed and drew my clothes up from off his floor and got dressed. Within seconds, I was downstairs, and drinking a coffee that had been left out for me by Matt, one of his housemates. Along with that, there was a note to me, reading, “Morning, love. Hope last night went well. You two sure were loud! Anyway, I was wondering if you could pick up some groceries. We’re out again. You know what to get. Money’s where it always is. See you tonight. XO Matt.” I laughed and finished my coffee. Within seconds, Chris stumbled downstairs. He looked so tired and slightly hung over, despite the fact that Chris hadn’t really had all that much the night before. It was more the fact that he woke up before noon that gave him this look. “God dammit!” he groaned, opening the fridge. “Why don’t we ever have food in this goddamn house?” “Maybe because nobody shops,” I laughed, closing the fridge for him and pouring him less than half a cup of coffee. He took it, made a face, drank the whole thing, and told me that he hated coffee. I told him to stop drinking it and he glared at me. I dunno...it makes me happy? How to get hold of me: PM is more conveniant (alexnight42, obviously), but if that doesn't work... email: moonstar33103@aol.com (though I'm planning on changing it soon-ish, because AOL sucks!) What time zone I'm in: Atlantic? I can't remember the name. It's the east coast of the US. What I can do in two weeks: Depends how busy I am. From just a page to..like....100 (if I'm on vacation).
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