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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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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)
(March 12, 2009 - 12:39 pm)
Okay, GloWorm, today I was not lazy; I condensed a sci-fi-ish short story I was working on. It started out with about 850 words and I got it down to 317, but that's still 117 over your guidelines, so I'll see what I can do tomorrow. At least I'm trying! Sorry! I'm horrible at condensing. :(
(March 14, 2009 - 8:34 pm)
Admin, this is a quote from my first post..
Hello, welcome to 'The Author Pairs Movement.' (TAPM).
Lol, sorry, so, as you can see, TAPM is short for The Author Pairs Movement. [A.K.A this whole thing!]
Thanks, GloWorm. I sometimes have a hard time remembering what initials stand for. I really like whole words!
Admin
(March 14, 2009 - 8:44 pm)
Great idea, GloWorm! Sign me up!
Name: Leah G.
Short story: Even if the wind was blowing, something else was making Nick shudder. Everything was so peaceful. Out of place. Something was wrong, but what? It felt like it should be this way, but it wasn't supposed to be. Usually Nick's life was loud and hectic, full of yelling, annoyance, and drama. So where were all his siblings? Where could they have dissapeared to? What did he do wrong?
P.S. Is this what you mean?
Genre: Mystery
(March 14, 2009 - 8:41 pm)
Mary-that's okay!
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Laura, I'm sorry, but a short story has a beginning and an end! That would be more a chapter story, since it's more right in the middle of a story! :]
Soo...is chapter story okay with you? :]
(March 14, 2009 - 10:19 pm)
Laura?! Do you mean Leah!?
(March 14, 2009 - 11:14 pm)
I like this idea!
Name: Kinaya
Song, Poem, or Story sample: story. Mylee paced nervously back and forth in the girls bathroom. Why did I do this? Why? sheasked herself. She fearfully checked her watch and she felt her heartsink into her stomach and her lunch lurch around just waiting to makeanother appearance. Everybody had told her the same thing earlier."You'll do great!" and all those cliche quotes that nervous people getsick of. But Mylee didn't believe it because of her incredible stagefright.
Mylee knew she should have hidden that auditions flyer from hermom. Even when Mylee resisted, her mom dialed up the drama teacherright away and all of a sudden Mylee was going to shakily step onto thestage of the auditorium to open her mouth to sing (hopefully not barf)a song from the Wizard of Oz. Even worse, to audition for the part ofDorothy.
Mylee jumped. Her watch was beeping and it was time for auditions.
Favorite genre of stories, songs, poems, etc: Fantasy AND Realistic Fiction
(March 15, 2009 - 8:18 am)
Cool! I don't really have a story this short...I might have to do a chapter one.
Name:JFB
Sample:Story
She picked her way around rotten tree stumps and big gray rocks, pushing prickly branches and thorns out of her face. A cold breeze rustled the branches of the big pine and oak trees and blew through Sianna's thin jacket.
Sianna stopped and looked about her. She peered up into one of the big plumy pine trees where she was sure she had seen... but no it was gone now. Today would probably just be another wast of time.
She hugged herself and picked up a stick to help her over all the rubble. She reminisced of the old days, when goats had roamed through these woods and streams could be heard rushing down the valley. If only she could find what she was looking for. Maybe it could still be saved.
(March 15, 2009 - 8:26 am)
Name: Mojo
I stood in the darkness with it cupped, the only souce of light. It strugled in my hands, yearning to be free. It shot out little spindles of light, zipping around my hands and coming back in. It glowed a bright white light, with flecks of color ziping around in it. I struggled as to keep it in, as it grew. Eventually, I gave up. I let it free and was slammed backwards hard as the next universe was created.
Favvorite genres: Fantasy, Science Fiction, Mystery
(March 15, 2009 - 12:24 pm)
All right... round of applause, please?
Genre: Sci-fi short story (I had to cut out a bunch of adjectives and other things, and there is a huge pronoun overusage, and this is therefore not my best work, but whatever.)
The scientist scoured his desk. Maneuvering his way through his office, he came to his filing cabinets. He often put beakers in it. Rummaging through it, he finally found the vial. After adding the crushed leaves of the plant, he watched as it frothed. Yes! But a good scientist must always check his work. And most “good” scientists are also a bit sly. Dr. Wilhelm Meyer was no exception. Perhaps the Humane Society of Florida had forbidden it… maybe… The young scientist had great respect for nature. He worked only with its products. He believed that there were cures to all diseases hidden in nature. But there was a difference between abusing animals and using them for good, he reasoned. If a goat must suffer to end suffering, okay. He’d already exposed goats to the flu that had been killing dozens, and this would end the affliction.Anyhow, he figured, breathing through the gas mask he’d devised, Mayor Walter hired me… and this is going to pay hugely... Ignoring its distress, he shoved the solution down the goat’s throat. Supposedly, the internal symptoms would vanish almost instantaneously.
After ascertaining that he was successful, he whooped for joy, punching the air.
Oh, I copied and pasted and the font came out weird... Administrator, when you screen this, does it come of regular?
Yes, Mary, as far as I can tell, eveything we post appears in the same font, no matter what font it has when submitted to us.
Admin
(March 15, 2009 - 7:28 pm)
Name: Allison P.
Sample: "Praise Be" Poem. I wrote this last summer, so it's sort of old, and I already posted it on this site, but it's pretty much the only story/poem I have that's under 200 words.
"I'm thankful for sudden rainstorms that drive pouting kids inside, for when the rain clears, the grass is green, the sky is rainbows, and the air is pure.
I'm grateful for pencil sharpeners, because without them, our ideas would go as flat as our lead, and besides, what would we be without pencils?
Praise be for bad days, the ones where your hair looks awful, you have detention, you forgot your lunch money and your crush doesn't speak to you, because without bad days, it would be impossible to appreciate the good ones.
Thank God for little sisters who steal your toys, spill your secrets, read your diary, and generally be as annoying as they possible can, becasue you know you'll always have someone to love.
Glory be for fresh-smelling, crisp sheets, as you slip into bed and drift off to dreamland...
I'm grateful for metallic-tasting water from dumpy public water fountains,
peanut butter that sticks to the roof of your mouth;
little old ladies with walkers and stories to tell;
cold sunscreen on burning Florida summer days;
the fact that the world will always keep on turning;
I'm thankful........
Writing Preferences: Adventure, Nature, Animals, Fantasy, and Realistic Fiction, mostly. I've written both poems and stories, too, so either is fine with me. No songs, though.
I think that each author pair should make a thread on Inkwell just for their story/poem/song, and title it "Bob and Joe's TAPM Story/Poem", but obviously not Bob and Joe in the title. Other people can comment on their work and they can collaborate with each other on that specific thread.
(March 15, 2009 - 4:49 pm)
Oh gosh, I'm working with Brynne!
Are we all supposed to have our own threads?
(March 15, 2009 - 7:41 pm)
Yeah, I dunno, we'd better figure that out. What does GloWorm say?
(March 16, 2009 - 8:25 am)
:) I'll make threads for you guys!
Alison and Kinaya are together in a fantasy short story.
Leah and Mary W are together in a mystery short story.
Mojo and JFB are together in a fantasy poem.
(March 16, 2009 - 4:25 pm)
I'm here. Do we have a thread?
(March 16, 2009 - 5:19 pm)
Name: Choco
I am writing a story but it is kinda sing-songy too.
The Wrong Song
"Mister Mister Patrick why are you named such a silly name?" I asked him in a sweet but sly voice.
"None of your buisiness" he anwsered back.
"Well I was going to write a song about you for a school project. Do you want to here it?"
"Sure."
"Old man Patrick smiles are sweet
makes you laugh and stomp your feet.
When you are in the dumps
he sings a song about Bumps
and makes you laugh away.
Oh blueberries and strawberries!"
I finished with a laugh because I knew everything in this song is not true.
"Fine," he said and walked away.
The next day I went to school with my song nicely written in my folder. I sat down in my seat and then the teacher called on me to read my song. I took it out of my folder and sang "Faty Faty Girl with her big big belly, never stops singing and being smelly. From your friend, the same girl as in the song!" Everybody started cracking up. Who did this? I wondered. I was so embarrassed! Then I remembered Mister Patrick walking to my folder and putting something in it! Pay back time!
My favorite genre is mystery and fantasy in story form.
(March 16, 2009 - 6:55 pm)