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jam_everydayjam_everyday on January 26th, 2009 06:54 pm (UTC)
Dream Poets rule the world
Name: Danielle or Danni. On fictionpress I'm known as insomnias worst nightmare and on fanfiction.net I'm JamEveryday

Genre(s) you write in (poetry/screenwriting/fiction/songwriting, etc: Mostly fiction. I used to try and write poetry but, well, to be frank, it wasn't very good.

How does writing intrigue you?: Writing gives me an outlet for the crazy things going round in my head! When work is getting me down I can sit in front of my laptop and write for hours.

Why are you interested in Dream Poet?: I like the idea of being able to chat to other people who enjoy writing as much as I do. Plus, it'll be a place to go when I need inspiration when writers block hits!

Piece and/or link: This is an excerpt from the first chapter of my story 'The Lunatics Have Taken Over The Asylum'

From afar the perfectly landscaped grounds, and the large red brick 6-storey Tudor mansion looked like it could be one of those prep schools that you see on television, or the home of some wealthy, reclusive widow.

But then you noticed the details: the bars on all the windows, the guards at the gates, the strange gloominess that seemed to emanate from the whole place. It was a sunny day, yet the sky surrounding the building seemed to lack color, the grass was a little less green, the flowers were a little less bright. Even the trees seemed to wilt in distaste at being trapped in the grounds of such a depressing place.

My parents didn’t seem to notice the extensions of misery, like tentacles, that spread from the looming building and contorted the surroundings in a rather poetic way. Maybe it was just me. I tended to look at the world a little differently to everyone else.

“Isn’t it pretty!” My mother’s voice was filled with the kind of enthusiasm she usually saved for when we went to church on Sundays, or when her mother-in-law was visiting. Her unwavering smile opposed my father’s stanch frown drastically and as she spoke his hands tightened on the steering wheel and his posture stiffened further.

“You don’t have to do this,” I murmured as we slowly approached the gates, “We can just turn around and go home. I promise I’ll be normal.” I knew it was useless. We’d been through all this after they’d dragged me to the car that morning, when I’d begged and screamed, sobbed and shouted against this injustice. I hadn’t known about their plan to ship me off to a psychiatric hospital half way across the country till it was happening.

“This is what is best for you,” My mom said, the ever-present smile still there, “Dr. Simon can help you, she’ll make you all better.”

Dr. Simon, what was so great about this Dr. Simon? Why did my parents all of a sudden put all their trust in her and her hospital? When had they planned this? How had they found out about this place? And why hadn’t I seen this coming?

The guards didn’t stop us at all when we got to the gates, we were sent right in and up the short, windy road to the hospital. It stood there ominously as we approached, like the haunted houses you see in films that you know the main characters shouldn’t enter, but they do anyways and all end up getting killed. The car came to a sudden halt outside of the foreboding double doors and my heart shuddered painfully in my chest. I was scared. Terrified actually. I knew implicitly that I was not crazy, that I didn’t belong in this place. I pulled my legs up and hugged my knees tightly as I tried to stop myself from crying.

And this is a link to my author page on fictionpress where I have 9 stories: http://www.fictionpress.com/u/609852/
Megan, formerly known as twi_ctionohfiyera on January 26th, 2009 07:12 pm (UTC)
Re: Dream Poets rule the world
well done. I approve
kathryn.noctems on January 27th, 2009 12:13 am (UTC)
Re: Dream Poets rule the world
Approve.
Meg the Writermeganthewriter on January 27th, 2009 01:31 am (UTC)
Re: Dream Poets rule the world
hey girly, you;ve got to join the group, before we can give you posting access, ay. Can't wait to see your work!