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NaNoWriMo Option 2 PreludeParadise is a place that all people have always sought and claimed to have found. It is a world where the pain of our past is forgotten and our future becomes less worrisome. It is everything that we strive for, but have never found. Sandy beaches, crystal clear blue waters, sunny weather, and great food isn't a representation of paradise. It is but a false interpretation, where painful memories last, and the thought of returning to normal life is constant. But, even now in the hell that the world has become, the human race strives for paradise. Even at the fringes of existence, we hold onto hope. But it was not hope, nor wNaNoWriMo Option 2 Prelude
by ~alexbirchard
NaNoWriMo Option 1 PreludeThe warm light of the candle set beside her bed illuminated the room only enough to allow her to look at the stacks of books and scrolls put against the wall across from the bed. She gazed upon those books, those stories, and wondered about the lives that each one held in intricacy. The beauty of their contents created by the scribble of an actual living person striving for success in the terrible world of reality. The fictional lives of each of the stories was surrounded by adventure, lore, and most of all love- traits that the actual world seemed to lack. The characters had lives of their own, led only by the dNaNoWriMo Option 1 Prelude
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| The quiet kid who sits in the back of the class and daydreams about horror and romance. Of course I like to create art, but I also enjoy writing. I get cranky, but most of that is fake. I'm usually a pretty neutral personality. Well... That's a lie. If you really get to know me you'll feel compelled to send me to a mental asylum, which you'll probably end up doing. After that you'll become paranoid about my seemingly immanent escape. You'll be alert 24/7, hiding in the darkness of your room. In a weeks time you'll have 3-4 four locks on every door of your house. By the end of the second week you'll notice a little voice in the back of your head telling you to leave the country. Around the third month of your severe paranoia, your family will force you to a psychiatrist. After weeks of work, you'll finally feel safe in your own home. And then that's when I'll arrive at your front door with a splendid smile put upon my face. |
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- Current Residence: Burnsville, Minnesota
- Interests: Art, literature, music, movies, asymetry, culture, and dark imagery
- Favourite movie: 28 Days Later, Inglorious Basterds, Pulp Fiction, The Lord of The Rings Trilogy, and Star Wars
- Favourite band or musician: Black Eyed Peas, Between The Buried and Me, Jay-Z, Coheed and Cambria, and The Cure
- Favourite genre of music: Dance, trance, electro, rock, heavy metal, hip hop, R & B, and probably everything else
- Favourite poet or writer: Edgar Allen Poe, R.A. Salvatore, J.R.R. Tolkein, and Tommy Rogers
- Favourite style of art: Digital
- Operating System: Windows Vista
- MP3 player of choice: 120 GB Zune
- Wallpaper of choice: Mastodon
- Favourite game: Left 4 Dead
- Favourite gaming platform: PC
- Favourite cartoon character: Mugen from Samurai Champloo. Jack from Samurai Jack
- Tools of the Trade: Wacom Bamboo Fun tablet, photoshop, pen, pencil, paper, imagination
- Email: alexbirchard@yahoo.com
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