NaNoWriMo

Hey, folks! For the first time in a few years, I'm going to do NaNoWriMo...and I am determined to win this time. :D

New Short Story!

Hey, guys! So, to kickstart this revival, here's a short story I just recently (like...just-now kinda recently) edited. If you have any constructive criticism, please post in the comments. :) Thanks!

Trapped in the Present

He opened the door with his key, dropping it in the bowl on the desk inside. Sighing, he loosened his tie. His gaze caught his eye in the mirror. Dress shirt, red tie, hair perfectly in place. For a moment, he glimpsed beyond the reflection. Armour. Sword. His brothers in arms behind him. Reaching a hand out, his fingertips grazed the glass. Maybe he could reach what he could not see. Memories tugged at his heart. Forested expanses, teeming with dangerous creatures. A dragon, flame spewing from it's teeth. Jokes around a fire, shields leaning up against the logs. A fair maiden, reached on tiptoe to give him a gentle kiss on the cheek. For a moment, he could almost feel the wind through his hair, the leather boots on his feet, the scent of pine in the air. Every day, he vowed to remember his old life. Perhaps there was a clue that he missed, something that could take him home again.

A knock shook him out of his thoughts. He opened the door. “Hello?” A woman looked up from her position on his doorstep. His eyes involuntary widened. Saliva dried in his mouth as his breath hitched. The fair maiden smiled with the lips that had kissed his cheek. “Alexander...it's been so long.” Alexander swallowed. He struggled for something to say. The woman smiled wider, sensing his distress.

“I asked Merlin if I could follow you. I'm afraid,” she laughed, “that I'm a few years late.”

His heart constricted. “Wendolyn...”

“Alexander,” she whispered, rushing to hug him. He automatically caught her, holding her tightly. He closed his eyes. The memory of the forest and castle sunk into his soul, settling amongst the silt of regret. For a moment, he felt peace.

“Hello?” The voice made him open his eyes. A postman stood at the door, holding a package. “Package for Mr. Alex? You okay?”

He shook his head, clearing the fantasy. “Thank you.” His hands automatically received the package, and shut the door. This had to stop – the daydreaming. But how could they, when it was where he truly belonged? In an instant, Alexander's heart collapsed with nostalgia and longing. His legs crumpled, sending him crashing to the floor. A sob worked his way up his throat, choking him. He prayed, words fervent, “Almighty God, take me away from this hell. Bring me back to where I belong, Oh God.” Tears spilled onto the package he still held. Ripping it, he tried to bury his emotions. Never before had his dreams seemed so real. It almost as if he could touch her....

But lo! As if his dreams had become reality, in his lap lay the shredded paper, and a lady's handkerchief. One he had seen waving to him on every departure. And on a note buried inside it - “I'm coming, Alexander.”

Hope you guys liked it!

~Tigerr

Remodeled Site

Welcome to the newly remodeled blog. :)

- Sophie

A Revival!

Okay, so, after finding our money from the fundraiser recently, the Klompsons decided to do something with it. The members of the club who could attend went out for a fun night of inspiration and bonding. After eating some excellent food, it was agreed: we need a revival. This club is a thing of beauty, and I think we should come back even stronger than ever to improve this club. I'm pretty sure most of us have some stories that are new, or edited, and we've got even more new story ideas. Let's update the site, and get involved. Let's make this thing last! :) (Did I come off too strong? If anyone has got ideas, or comments, please let me know in the comments section. Of course, this is only an idea - a suggestion, but not reality until all members agree.)
Thanks for hearing me out. :)
Lots of love and excitement, Tiger

Camp NaNoWriMo

I know it's been forever since anyone has posted on here, and I'm hoping that we still sort of have some version of a club... But, I'm getting back into the writing grind and doing Camp NaNoWriMo. If anyone wants to do it with me,and my friend Sarah, please join! We are looking for people to fill a cabin.
-Poppy Red