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Writer Beware ® Blogs!: Editing Clauses in Publishing Contracts: How to Protect Yourself

Responsibility

Even though you left her,
Even though you broke up with her,
You are still her lover,
You are still to protect her.
And even though you ran away,
The child is still your baby.
And despite what people say,
You and her still have something,
Something that's true.
Something that the child needs you to do.

         Take on Your 

  Responsibility

Marked (revised).

I stand in my wedding dress, waiting as my friend places the veil over my head. It hangs down over my face, shrouding my vision in a white mist. I turn, smiling at my friend.

“Thanks.”

She nods, arranging the back of the veil.

“You're beautiful.”

I look at myself in the mirror standing in front of me. I look very different then I have looked over the last few months. My white dress hangs gracefully down to the floor and my blond hair is curled and done up in the back. I look down at my wrist, pulling the sleeve down to reveal a scar in the shape of a diamond on my skin. My friend notices me looking at it and puts a hand on my shoulder. She has a scar on her wrist as well.

“Are you okay?” she asked, her dark eyes looking at my blue ones.

I try to smile as I look up at her.

“No, its just...” I bite my lip. “Its hard not to think about it.”

She nods.

“I know... Don't you wish they had something to remove scars?”

I laugh, trying to get my nerves under control. Why am I so scared?

“I wish there was something to remove heart scars.”

Jade places her arm around my shoulders and I lean into her comforting arms.

“Don't think about it right now... This is you're day to be happy, Blair.”

“I know.” I say.

We pull away from each other and she nods.

“Its going to be okay.”

“I know...”

I pull my sleeve over the scar, blinking back tears of sad and happiness. It felt good to be safe for once in my life.

Novel In Progress.

The Marks are the new super power of the world, leaving a trail of blood and destruction in their wake. The Sage, leader of the Rebellion against the Marks has been found and killed, his dreams of keeping America the land of the free are lost. And finally, after over a thousand years of America in power, it has fallen and the Marks have taken over. Their iron fist has choked any uprising from the people... Or so they thought. For as the Marks begin to launch a crushing blow to the already oppressed people, they will come across something they did not expect...

The Sage's daughter, Blair Sage and her friend, Isacar Blackmen. After the Marks killed her parents, Blair struggles to survive and provide for her sister. She has been scared into silent submission to the Marks laws. Isacar, on the other hand, who's father was also one of the leaders in the Rebellion has a very different view on the Marks. He believes things can change if they try. Blair is to scared to believe that, even though her father was The Sage. She will not fight the Marks... Until they take the most precious person away from her: Her sister. Blair is shucked into the realization of what the Marks really do, and what their plans are as she finds out about her mother's tragic past and her father's bitter experience as a Mark. Now she, Isacar and her friends must save their siblings from the Marks. All they know is that the Marks are taking their siblings to a base near the capital, for some unknown reason...

Will Blair find her sister before its too late? Or will she be caught to and be forced into the Marks new way of life.

$6,499.00 dollars...

I have been daydreaming about getting a book published for a long time... And perhaps I even know which story I want published first. And maybe it would be really nice if I finished it this year?
....
But what if I did? Not that there absolutely no way to get it published, but would it not be cool to get my book published like this? http://www.westbowpress.com/Packages/VideoPlus.aspx

*Dreamy sigh*

But what is MOST unfortunate is that it costs $6,499.00 dollars.

...

I do not have $6,499.00. So, if any of you readers have $6,499.00 dollars laying around doing nothing, tell me! :)

Yes, so that's what I've been thinking about... I suppose I shall finish this post then go and find a quiet place where I can finish my book.

Because, I can't get published if I don't finish it.

Haha.

                       Bye!

Light and Flame

Fires of pain engulfing the flow of things that were once as white as snow.

And the the rain that ran down our walls suddenly stops to fall.

We look around,

Waiting for something better then death.

As the fires of guilt and sin climb our crumbling towers of pride

The showers of rain that once fell from the sky,

They are not to come anymore since we've fallen away from the heights.

We're falling down to the ground,

Hard and unforgiving.

And we start to wonder why this life's worth living.

And as we look up from the ground where we fell,

We see a light shining in a distant land,

We find a sense of longer as our plans are all but gone.

The things we've done,

The sights we've seen,

They're not enough anymore.

All our hearts are broken and they long to sore.

And as the pain of the night slowly drifts away,

We open our eyes,

Hoping to see the light of day.

But broken, we see only dark.

And in our hearts we wish for better things.

Will we dare to believe there's a way then the stinging loss of pain?

We look behind as our walls start to fall,

Crashing down in the wake of a darkening rage.

The halls of fire are coming bright in the sky,

And all the things we thought we had are taken from our sight.

What is left but our thoughts drifting out of time?

All the things we thought were true are not but a lie.

We look ahead and see the light that we all so dread.

We still are holding on to our darkest nights we never should have had.

The light gets closer as are hearts become so cold,

Wishing for a savior in this dark and messed up world.

Then through the light we see His sword in his hand.

He rushes past to fight our enemy with his light in his hands.

We look on amazed by his strength and his light,

Will we not also stand and fight?

And as the pain of the night slowly drifts away,

We open our eyes,

Hoping to see the light of day.

But broken, we still see only pain.

And in our hearts we wish for better things.

Will we dare to believe there's a better way then struggling with the flame?

So we hope and pray,

Not knowing where we are in the dark.

We feel the touch of someone healing our broken hearts,

Can we let go of being friends with the dark?

And as the pain of the night slowly drifts away,

We open our eyes,

Hoping to see the light of day.

And though broken,

We see the light of the world licking up the flame.

And the rain, he lets it fall again.

Will we dare to stay on this path we laid?

Or will we go back to being friends with the dark...

Denshier part 2

I felt someone checking my pulse. I groaned and rolled over on my side, opening my eyes slightly. I was laying on the floor of a dark room and a person was bending over me. I stayed completely still, pretending to be asleep. The man removed his hand from my neck and began bathing the side of my head with a wet cloth. I heard him call to another man standing at the door to the dark room, though he was speaking a strange to me.
"Dico dux, est elevare. De vulnus est sanando."
The man at the door nodded then left, holding a gun in his hand. The first man looked at me again.
"Do not move if you wish to live." his ascent was to refined to tell what language he spoke normally. I didn't answer him. Looking down, I saw my leg in a bandage. I moved it around a little, testing it. I winced with the pain.
"I said don't move!" the man snapped, shoving a dagger under my chin. "Do you understand?"
I nodded slightly as the dagger cut into my neck. He removed it and sat there, glaring at me. I looked around with my eyes, noticing the window in the far right wall and the door on the left wall. The only escapes. Suddenly it dawned on me that I had failed Ben. These people... Who ever they were had caught me and I couldn't get to the C.O.D... Not like this. I let a tear roll down my cheek. I had failed my people and now they were going to pay for it. The man watched me intently, his dark eyes watching my every move.
"Are you hungry?" he asked.
I shook my head.
"No."
"Does your leg feel okay?"
I didn't look at him. If he was looking for a conversation, I was the last person to go to.
"Its fine." I lied.
It did hurt, though I'm not sure how it was injured. Maybe it was just burned.I hoped it wasn't broken but that was very likely.
"You will be wise to answer all the Commanders questions, Miss Westen."
I glanced at him. 
"You probably know more then I do." 
"We will see."
The way he was talking reminded me of someone who was reading from a script. He probably had been given a list of questions to butter me up for who ever was going to question me next.
I heard outside the door two voices talking in low murmurs in that same language that the guard had used earlier.
"In captiva loquar... Aut mori." said a low, dangerous voice.
"Inspeximus ejus Dux. Putant non est." another said doubtfully.
"Est!" the low voice cut in."De Hadra ... est."
"Sed unde scis?"
"Aperire ostium."
The door opened and two men dressed in black came in. I sat up slightly, my pulse quickening as they walked towards me. My guard stood and saluted the taller and younger of the two.
"Commander,"
The Commander nodded to him then looked down at me with his piercing black eyes. His hair was brushed back from his face and strapped to his belt was two twin pistols. He was fingering one of the triggers as he looked at me.
"What is your name?"
I looked at the ground, wondering what to say. I finally decided to answer truthfully.
"Beth Westen."
He shot a glance at one of the other men then knelt down next to me.
"Where did Ben tell you to go?"
I tried to cross my legs and look bored, but my injured leg wouldn't move. I sighed and glanced at the Commander.
"I don't remember." 
He leaned forward in my space, pulling out one of his guns.
"Really?"
I suddenly remembered that the paper with directions to Denshier was in my pocket. I slowed my breathing and sat up slightly, leaning against the wall.
"Do you want to see Ben?" the way he said that made me feel sick. They had done something to him, I was sure.
"I'm not sure you do. We tortured him with are newest tools, and you would not recognize him if you saw him now."
I moved back from his face, my eyes wide with horror.
"He is being tortured as we speak. With a word you could stop it, Beth."
He leaned closer to me, shoving his gun in my face.
"I don't know! Even if I did, I would be the last person to talk to..." I trailed off as I felt his breath against my lips.
He looked down at them then back at into eyes.
"Are Cunaind and Lili Westen not your parents?"
"They are, but they never told me anything about what was going on." I rambled out as I watched his eyes roving over me. "They didn't think I could handle it."
"No..." the Commander said, pulling a lock of hair out of my face. "You're to young to handle that information, to immature."
I tried to scoot away from him but my leg wouldn't let me.
"I don't know what you want to know..." I kept lying.
He stared at me for another minute then sat back, barking out orders to the guard.
"Hadra, adducam medicum ad tag Beth."
The guard saluted again then walked to the door. The Commander followed him, leaving one man to guard me. I shivered, rapping my arms around myself. I leaned my head against the wall and closed my eyes, falling into dream.