The Author Pairs

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The Author Pairs

The Author Pairs Movement.

 

Hello, welcome to 'The Author Pairs Movement.' (TAPM).

A. Q&A

B. Rules

C. Genre Options

D. Sign-up sheets

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A

Q: What exactly is 'The Author Pairs Movement'

A: 'The Author Pairs Movement' otherwise known as the TAPM is a place where authors to come and look for an other similiar to them in level and genre and pair up with them to write a poem, song, short story, chapter story, etc.

Q: So...how are they paired up with their match?

A: Well first the TAPM managers view the forms that authors have filled out, and judging by the quality of the sample story (poem, song, etc) and the type of genre they like, the TAPM managers will pair them up with someone who is on the same level and likes the same genre.

Q: So, in the forms, do you have to give out any real information..like last name, address, email...you know, stuff you could track me down with?

A: Nope! You just have to give out your name (first name only) or your nickname, a sample story (song, poem, etc.), and likes and dislikes!

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B

Be nice!

Follow all cricket rules!

You can have one partner per story! (Song, poem, etc)

If you and your partner don't get along, I can assign you to another one, if you have a good reason, and if their is two other partners avaliable...but even if you don't get along, please be nice!

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C

Story Options

Fantasy

Romance

Horror

Mystery

Poem Options

Sad

Happy

Nature

Dramatic

Abstract

Song Options

Sad

Happy

Confusing

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D

(Please fill this out and copy and paste! Then post! ;)

Name (First name or nickname only.)

Song, Poem, or Story sample. (A short 200 words or less sample of a song, poem, or story that YOU wrote.)

Favorite genre of stories, songs, poems, etc.

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submitted by GloWorm
(March 12, 2009 - 12:39 pm)

This looks fun and interesting!

But right now I'm in a lazy mood, *yawn*, and I don't have any stories with less than 200 words *blush*, so can I fill this out tomorrow?

Sorry...

But anyway, looks cool!! :)

submitted by Mary W., age 11, Bordentown, NJ
(March 12, 2009 - 2:49 pm)

Thanks! :] I hope you do sign up.

submitted by GloWorm
(March 12, 2009 - 7:36 pm)

Yeah, same here--my mom's yelling that I have to go to bed now.  I'll try it tomorrow! :D

submitted by BellaTrix♡♥♡
(March 12, 2009 - 11:40 pm)

Great idea!

 

Name: Lena

Sample: (Poem)

Yarn On the Floor:

yarn scraps on the floor

too lazy to pick them up

summer non-breeziness wafts through the curtain

wonders why sweat is called the body's way of cooling you off

when it doesn't

mom's homade tomato sauce simmers on the stove

sees yarn scraps on the floor

too lazy to pick them up.

(By the way, I do know how to capitalize, I was just going for the William Carlos Williams effect here.)

Favorite Genre (Poetry): Abstract. By the way, I think you should have a 'Historical' and 'Realistic' genre for stories.

submitted by Lena G, age 11
(March 13, 2009 - 8:39 am)

:D Your right!

Okay people, historical and realistic are now also an option! :]

I love your poem! :D <3 Check back to see if someone else signs up I can pair you with.

submitted by GloWorm
(March 13, 2009 - 10:45 am)

Thanks! :)

submitted by Lena G, age 11
(March 13, 2009 - 5:27 pm)

Tomorrow comes, and I still don't have any stories with less than two hundred words. *shakes head sadly* Pathetic.

Sorry. I will try! It was Friday today... I mean, you know how Fridays are.

submitted by Mary W.,, age 11, Lazy
(March 13, 2009 - 7:28 pm)

Friday?  For me it's Monday. :)

submitted by BellaTrix♡♥♡
(March 14, 2009 - 11:25 am)

THANKS GLWORM! I WAS LOOKING FOR THAT!

submitted by CJ
(July 21, 2010 - 7:38 am)

Great poem, Lena!! :)

Name: Hanna/BellaTrix
Sample:
A young girl sat alone on a wide stretch of beach.  The golden sand was littered with fragments of shell, and seagulls cried overhead.  The waves lapped playfully at the hem of her skirt as she wrote furiously in a crimson notebook, but she took no notice.  
"Love," she wrote, "is both a blessing and a curse.  It fills you to the brim with joy, forges a bond between you and someone else, and makes you strong, but it is a curse in the sense that love is a delicate thing, and can be broken easily.  If someone you love does not love you back, you are heartbroken, miserable, and incomplete, like an oyster removed of its pearl . . ."
But just then a tear escaped her, and she snapped the book shut on her ideas, jumped up, and dashed away across the wet sand, into the setting sun--leaving her home forever.
[That's not very good, but oh well . . .]
Favorite genre: Historical or science fiction     
    
 
 
submitted by BellaTrix♡♥♡
(March 13, 2009 - 8:00 pm)

IT IS GOOD. 

submitted by Lena G, age 11
(March 14, 2009 - 7:51 am)

That was more of a chapter story...because it didn't tell the beginging or anything...so would you mind if I put you in chapter stories? :] It was fabulous by the way.

 

submitted by GloWorm
(March 14, 2009 - 10:26 am)

Thanks. :) That's okay, I don't mind what you do with it. :)

submitted by BellaTrix♡♥♡
(March 14, 2009 - 6:51 pm)

That was awesome!  I wish Icould write as well as you!

submitted by Leah G.
(March 14, 2009 - 8:45 pm)

Eh, sounds fun. 

Name: TNÖ H.

Sample:

Wet rain slaps against my face, threatening to turn to sleet at the slightest drop in temperature. The smell of pine fills my nose and I squint upwards, trying to see through the curtains of gray rain.

The tower is only a few meters ahead. I see a short, plump boy wearing a dark slicker hunched over in front of the huge oak doors. He seems a poor choice for a guard but if seventy years has taught me anything, it is that appearances can be deceiving. 

I make my way up to him, leaning heavily on my staff. I'm much too old for this, I think.

"Master Coswell!" shouts the boy. "How are things on the western front?"

"Bad," I bellow back. "Svenson's forces are strong. Let me in, before I freeze to death!"

He obliges hurriedly. Inside it is dark, students gathered in the tower, fear obvious on their faces. I grin at them, knowing that with my long silver hair plastered to my face and my huge orange eyes reflecting the light of the sole candle, I must look truly deranged.

"Ready to reclaim the mountain?" I ask them. The students, young though they are, renew their grips on wands and staffs and nod determinedly.

Hope surges through me. Svenson is strong, but so are my students. We will defeat his forces of darkness, tonight. 

Genre: Fantasy! Yea fantasy!

submitted by TNÖ, age 15, Deep Space
(March 14, 2009 - 12:30 am)