<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345973180477443960</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:26:40.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond Cloudy Horizons (General Fiction Writer)</title><subtitle type='html'>I am a young author. I love to write stories or about dreams that I've had. I hope this blog will help me express my work to others. Please don't steal or copy anything as yout own.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-cloudy-horizons.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345973180477443960/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-cloudy-horizons.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Breaking Horizons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09886193993105021321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345973180477443960.post-5967562320569026407</id><published>2009-04-20T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T17:19:03.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Embarrassment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This was just a story that came to mind. The ink thing really happened to me. Ugh! It was horrible. I felt so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt;, I went home and hid under a rock till my mother called: Dinner! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ugh! Talk about embarrassment. I have always known that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t get through the day without embarrassing myself at least once, but today was worst of all days. Not only did I manage to humiliate myself, I also managed to wreck my high school rep in till I graduate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the cafe, I spilt orange soda all over my best friend, Emilie. She was mad, I could tell, but she just said: “Oh, it’s okay Rachael, I have a change of clothes in my locker.” We both know that it was her gym change, so I also ending up ruining her day as well. I mean who wants to sit in smelly gym sweats all day. I am glad that Em is a good friend who doesn't mind my clumsy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;behavior&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did I mention yet that I managed to get frog guts all over my cute biology partner? Yes, Madison, the same boy I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been crushing on since sixth grade. He seemed not as forgiving as Emilie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Gross Rachael, you spilt frog all over me. You’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; got to be the worst bio partner ever,” he exclaimed. The whole class stare past him at me. My face went red. I guess it would be a bad time to ask him on a study date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In English my pen exploded all over my hands. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t realize that I rubbed my hands all over my face. I think I walked around for about an hour before I figured out that everybody was staring at me. I spent History in the bathroom washing the ink off my face, hands, and clothes. After this I knew that whatever was coming next that it won’t be has bad as the stuff that happened to me already. Or so I thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last block was Trig. “Ah,” I let out a sigh, nothing happen last block in Socials. This could be a good sign. I had this class with Emilie. She walked in, still in the gym sweats. I sank in my seat. I still felt horrible. She sat next to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“I hope you don’t have a beverage with you,” she joked, "I'd run out of clothes." I faked a smile, trying to hide my embarrassment. Emilie had a great sense of humour and the intentions to make horrible situations better, but I wish she would let me wallow in my own self pity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345973180477443960-5967562320569026407?l=beyond-cloudy-horizons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-cloudy-horizons.blogspot.com/feeds/5967562320569026407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-cloudy-horizons.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-my-embarrassment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345973180477443960/posts/default/5967562320569026407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345973180477443960/posts/default/5967562320569026407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-cloudy-horizons.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-my-embarrassment.html' title='To My Embarrassment'/><author><name>Breaking Horizons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09886193993105021321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345973180477443960.post-430125122463991672</id><published>2009-04-20T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T17:19:33.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooh! Ooh! Pick Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am pretty friendly and as a general rule don't bite (who might not know what diseases you might have .) - I have the memory of a goldfish - no seriously, I'm lucky most days to even remember my name - this is not due to any substances I have partaken in since I don't do drugs- I am probably the most open-minded person you will ever meet - while I do not indulge in most of the vices out there, I am certainly able to UNDERSTAND most of them - I'm a HUGE dreamer - this is something to keep in mind ANYTIME you want to talk to me about any sort of writing - I tend to think the best of people most of the time - I have a LOT of creativity that tends to just pour out every time I try to do things - I write, I draw, I sing, I make clothes, I knit. . . but mostly I just WRITE - here lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABOUT MY JOURNAL:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My journal is just a place where everything gets dumped - I write there when I feel up to it - USUALLY it's just updates on my life - a lot of my dreams here lately have been vivid enough for me to remember, so those are sprinkled in there - every now and then, you can find some of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;free writes&lt;/span&gt; in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT I WRITE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write almost exclusively general fiction. Just random stories inspired by friends and family, but mostly me and just plain imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT I DON'T WRITE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't write erotica - generally speaking I don't write &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fan fiction&lt;/span&gt; (every now and then I can come up with a very brief exchange between a couple of random characters, but that's kind of the best I can do) - I don't write suspense/thrillers - I don't write ghost stories - most of my stuff is also not so much for the little ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COULD I EDIT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SOMEONE'S&lt;/span&gt; WORK?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally speaking, yes - I have a VERY firm grasp of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; language, and when I'm not posting just some casual writing, I am VERY MUCH a grammar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nazi&lt;/span&gt; (capitals, punctuation, spelling) - I'm also really good about letting you know if the feeling you're trying to convey isn't really getting across.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345973180477443960-430125122463991672?l=beyond-cloudy-horizons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-cloudy-horizons.blogspot.com/feeds/430125122463991672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-cloudy-horizons.blogspot.com/2009/04/ooh-ooh-pick-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345973180477443960/posts/default/430125122463991672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345973180477443960/posts/default/430125122463991672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-cloudy-horizons.blogspot.com/2009/04/ooh-ooh-pick-me.html' title='Ooh! 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