I'm going to be launching a contest for fantasy writers soon. Keep your eyes open!Mood: excited
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Writing, writing, writing. Did I mention writing? There is no greater thrill for me than to get lost in a book, let alone my own. Writing is not just my interest, but my passion. In addition to writing, I would have to say exploring the world with Tazz. There is no better inspiration than nature. And there is no one I would rather share that with.
-Lord of the Rings
-V for Vendetta
-Spiderman (all 3)
-Harry Potter
-The Prestige
-Pirates of the Caribean
And so many more.
J.R. Turner
Shane Moore
Madelyn Alt
richard d. weber
Karen Harrington
MJ Allaire
Nick Valentino
Mike Geffner
Lesa Trapp
Roberta Gellis
Eva Pasco
Star Davies was born on March 25, 1980, in a naval hospital outside of Jacksonville, Florida. She has attended the University of Wisconsin, Rock County, in Janesville, Wisconsin, majoring in communications and literature.
As a writer since high school, she published her first story, A Box of Wine, in Chicken Soup for the Wine Lover's Soul in 2007. She has published numerous stories since in magazines including AlienSkin, The Verb, The Wisconsin Regional Writer, and the Wisconsin Writers' Journal. Her short story, A Restless Night, won an award from The Verb magazine.
Star Davies lives with her husband, Tazz Davies, in southern Wisconsin. She is also an active member of the Wisconsin Regional Writers' Association.
As an author of fantasy fiction, Star has come to admire and respect writer Robert Jordan, as well as Dean Koontz, Margaret Wiess, Tracey Hickman, JK Rowling, and Christopher Palioni.
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17 Oct 2009 22:22
August 09 Winner!: "Ghost Whispers" by William Gorman
Happy Halloween, Star...
25 Mar 2009 03:32
21 Nov 2008 15:38
How's the new book coming along?
17 Nov 2008 22:18
And well met, my pen-name is TK Saiyuki; my real name is Tiffany Sparks.
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14 Aug 2008 02:37
NetherscapeLegend
http://Destineers. com
8 Aug 2008 03:42
To My Kindred Spirit
by Todd-Michael St. Pierre
We share secrets, we laugh and even cry,
We have so much in common,
Concerns, likes and dislikes.
Ours is a relationship joined by
Tender velvet chains that link our
similar dreams of life and love.
A gentle intuition guides us in our
individual struggles to succeed
at the things we pursue, to stand
out from the crowd.
In you I have found so much of myself,
Including many of the same
Insecurities and philosophies.
Complete inner-peace and happiness,
These are the things I wish for you,
in the present and in the future
because you are my kindred spirit.
28 Jul 2008 00:03
Song of Childhood
By Peter Handke
When the child was a child
It walked with its arms swinging,
wanted the brook to be a river,
the river to be a torrent,
and this puddle to be the sea.
When the child was a child,
it didn’t know that it was a child,
everything was soulful,
and all souls were one.
When the child was a child,
it had no opinion about anything,
had no habits,
it often sat cross-legged,
took off running,
had a cowlick in its hair,
and made no faces when photographed.
When the child was a child,
It was the time for these questions:
Why am I me, and why not you?
Why am I here, and why not there?
When did time begin, and where does space end?
Is life under the sun not just a dream?
Is what I see and hear and smell
not just an illusion of a world before the world?
Given the facts of evil and people.
does evil really exist?
How can it be that I, who I am,
didn’t exist before I came to be,
and that, someday, I, who I am,
will no longer be who I am?
When the child was a child,
It choked on spinach, on peas, on rice pudding,
and on steamed cauliflower,
and eats all of those now, and not just because it has to.
When the child was a child,
it awoke once in a strange bed,
and now does so again and again.
Many people, then, seemed beautiful,
and now only a few do, by sheer luck.
It had visualized a clear image of Paradise,
and now can at most guess,
could not conceive of nothingness,
and shudders today at the thought.
When the child was a child,
It played with enthusiasm,
and, now, has just as much excitement as then,
but only when it concerns its work.
When the child was a child,
It was enough
12 Jul 2008 18:49
5 Jul 2008 14:23
to reading your work. I'm almost
to the finish line on my first. Merci for the inspiration. Flame.
4 Jul 2008 08:29
Thanks, Star:)
GINORMOUS HUGS and EXPLOSIVE SMILES:)
Cindy
2 Jul 2008 01:47
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26 Jun 2008 08:02
GINORMOUS HUGS and HUMBLE Smiles:)
Cindy
18 Jun 2008 21:25
18 Jun 2008 11:42
Thanks for the friend invite. It's always nice to hook up with other writers.
Chris
8 May 2008 01:24
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7 May 2008 23:55
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