Livros aleatórios da biblioteca de DavidPyle
Gerald's Game por Stephen King
Piercing the Darkness por Frank E. Peretti
The Jester por James Patterson
Forever Odd (Odd Thomas Novels) por Dean Koontz
Song of Susannah [The Dark Tower VI] por Stephen King
The Redemption of Althalus por David Eddings
Intensity por Dean Koontz
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Autores favoritosLincoln Child, Tom Clancy, Ted Dekker, Stephen King, Dean Koontz, Elizabeth Kostova, Bentley Little, Frank Peretti, Douglas Preston, J. K. Rowling (Favoritos partilhados)
Livrarias favoritasEerie Books
Sobre mimMy first writing experiences began in Jr. High School. I read continuously, mostly at night. Lots of sleepless nights, lots of novels and movies. I always seemed to be drawn to the ones that would send you into a panic. The Amityville Horror, Salem's Lot, The Exorcist, Carrie, etc., to name a few. I always needed a nightlight and woke up at the slightest noise. The old house we lived in provided plenty of snaps and creaks all night long. This old house was originally a broom factory converted into a dwelling. I remember at six years old, helping clear the property and finding half a tombstone in the far back corner of the lot.
I could really share stories about the crazy stuff I witnessed, but that's for another time.
I never considered writing anything, but then one day I stepped in to my first English Literature class. The teacher was this tiny lady with a commanding projecting voice. The class was required to read, read, read, which was right up my alley, along with the book reports. If only my Algebra class could have been so exhilarating. She was one of the few teachers that stretched my abilities and made them grow.
The the dreaded day came that we were all assigned to write a fiction "short story" as an end of year grade.
I was torn up inside. It was something that I'd never done or even considered doing. I had two weeks to decide and write the rough draft and three days to complete. I wrote my first short story, a horror story, "The Devils Mill", the night before it was due. I still have it. It was the first A I'd received (with Comments from any Teacher in Red) that didn't have an F- on it. I almost passed out when I saw the red inked paper dropping on my desktop, but the terror reversed when I saw the grade. I was grinning like a fool inside.
But no good deed goes unpunished. I was then made a spectacle of and told to come to the front of the class and READ it to everyone. I was petrified and wanted to puke. I read it, voice shaking and almost ran back to the seat when I was through. Then to add even more horror, the rest of the class was a discussion about, you guessed it, my story. Despite the good/bad experience I found that I loved to create fiction.
Sobre a minha bibliotecaOnly the tip of the Iceberg, will be adding more later.
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publicado por namierror às 2:21 pm (EST) em Sep 9, 2009
Edgar Albert Guest
He has not served who gathers gold,
Nor has he served, whose life is told
In selfish battles he has won,
Or deeds of skill that he has done;
But he has served who now and then
Has helped along his fellow men.
The world needs many men today;
Red-blooded men along life's way,
With cheerful smiles and helping hands,
And with the faith that understands
The beauty of the simple deed
Which serves another's hour of need.
Strong men to stand beside the weak,
Kind men to hear what others speak;
True men to keep our country's laws
And guard its honor and its cause;
Men who will bravely play life's game
Nor ask rewards of gold and fame.
Teach me to do the best I can
To help and cheer our fellow man;
Teach me to lose my selfish need
And glory in the larger deed
Which smoothes the road, and lights the day
For all who chance to come my way.
publicado por theoldman às 7:55 am (EST) em Aug 15, 2009