New Project - Story (Life of Jennifer O'Brien - Book 1 Rainbows Way)

I have been writing this story for five day now. Two of those days I didn't get any writing done I'm at 11, 650 words right now. I love writing this story. I just love writing my stories. I lost all my worldly writing on my laptop as it died. I lost five novels I'd written on my laptop. I have a close friend trying to get those files if they can. The mother board is fried so I'm told.

Outline
Jennifer's mother was dying of terminal cancer that chemotherapy and surgery was not going to cure. She was told by her mother that they were going to travel to America so Jennifer's godparents will look after her when her mother id gone. She hated the fact to leave the friends and family she knew to go somewhere she didn't know. She found out from her grandmother she was born in Reading, Indiana. She refused to help her mother pack there things and travel to America.

Without any further ado, Jennifer found herself on a plane to Indianapolis, Indiana. The journey to
Indianapolis was a tiring eight and a half hours of flying. Once they landed in Indianapolis International Airport. Jennifer met Liz Mason, her godmother. She slowly watches her mother slowly dying of cancer that was growing at a fast rate. Her mother got social services to allow the Mason's to adopt her daughter so she would have a family once she was gone.

After her mother's funeral Jennifer found it hard to even be around people. Jenni would not talk to her new friends, the Mason clan or anyone else come to that. She refused to eat anything. All she did was drink water or kool-aid. it was her only way of living for almost three weeks. She totally refused to put any kind of food into her mouth. Liz and John Mason took Jennifer to see a therapist. Soon the therapist got Jennifer into hospital for five days. The hospital got Jennifer to eat finally. Then she was discharged.

She was home with the Mason family. They tried their best to shower Jennifer with all kinds of love and affection. The boys began helping Jennifer adapt to living full-time with them as their sister. The boys also got her to go regularly to church and school. She began flourishing in school with her work improving immensely. Jennifer got better grades in school at Holy Grace, than when she was in school in England. Se always loved the sports teams she was on and made a lot of new friends and became best friends with Tessa Kensley. They became inseparable and her best thing to do was play basketball.

Soon Jennifer had everyone calling her Jenni and not Jennifer. She become a good role model for other girls who was a result of a child who had a parent die of cancer or another terminal illness. She slowly warmed to calling John Dad. She began slowly with Liz. She called her Ma'am not Mum. She felt if she did she would be betraying  her Mum if she called Liz Mum.

Story five - Broken

This is my fifth novel. I think writing this novel is going to be tough and hard for me. Writing my stories are based on my childhood and the things I went through as a child. I find that writing these stories are helping or will help those teenagers out there who are going through the same thing I went through as a child. I never had book s like I write when I was young and a teenager myself. I'm glad that in future there will be children and teenagers who will learn they aren't alone in this world of abusive families.

The Storyline of Broken:
Since his dad walked out on them. His mother has be a workaholic and not wanting to be home. Aiden finds he isn't wanted. When his mother is home she is spitful and hurtful with her words and actions against him. It's like without his dad around he is her target. At first the words are harmless. Then when she loses her job, she takes it out on him. He is her target for all her emotions. Refused food at meal times, locked outside at night when it storms. Beaten when the house isn't tidy. He is the one she targets and not his sisters. It's like he has to try and survive somehow.

He figures out to find his dad and why he left. His dad David left to be with his partner. He works and his partner is a friendly person. They too don't want him. They want to see his sisters, but his mother refuses it. He is under attack by everyone. Nobody seems to want him around. He decides to run away. His school friend finds out what life at home was like for Aiden. John Lester keeps his secrets until he finds Aiden had run off. He talks to the GC at school and they invovle the social services and they find Aiden and he gets put into the system. His sisters are also taken and put in the custody of their father.

New Project - Novel Two

Courage to Weather the Storm

Outline

Alex is an 8th grader at St. Clare Grade School. His life is turned upside down when after a massive fight, his father leaves the family, leaving mom to struggle to keep everything together. Alex is crushed at first about his father leaving, until his father's secret past is discovered. With his best friends help, Alex aids his family into dealing with the loss of the father along with an increase in their faith.

Excerpt

He had never sounded so cold before. This wasn’t like him at all. What had made my dad change so much. Maybe I caused this change in him. Just watching him put the suitcases into the trunk, he then climbed into the driving seat of the dark red dodge neon and drive away. The thoughts in my head were racing like it was in the Indy 500. Just watching till the car disappeared. Somehow I knew this was a bad thing.

Taking a big deep breath, I turned and looked at my younger brother and sister. Roxanne looked like she was about to burst into floods of tears. Anton ran over to me and hugged me around my waist. He was never this clingy before.  It occurred to me that maybe he was unsure like I was why dad had just up and left.

“Alex, why did daddy go?” I hadn’t the heart to tell him dad wouldn’t be coming back. I knew I had to let mom explain things to him. The thing was where was she?

“Daddy, well, umm, he had to go. Mom will explain it better.” I told him as I walked them both into the house. I turned and hoped mom would be somewhere.

The thing that had baffled me was how dad didn’t even say goodbye to any of us. Then there was mom’s absence. Where was she? She was usually home when we got home from school.  This was completely odd.

I turned and closed the front door and walked along the hallway. I heard Roxy in the kitchen. I guessed she wanted a snack. Mom always had snacks waiting for us. I walked into the kitchen and she was opening a BIG bag of potato chips. “Roxy, I’ll make us all a sandwich.” I announced as I took the bag from her.

Quickly I put a clip on the bag of chips to seal the freshness in. Putting the bag back into the cupboard so I could make sure we had a healthy snack. I didn’t want mom complaining when she got home. I grabbed the wheat bread and cheese out the fridge. I began making myself a grilled cheese sandwich. Slowly I began buttering the side of the bread that hit the pan. It was something I was good at cooking.

“Do you two want grilled cheese? Or do you want something else to eat?” I asked as I started to put the pan on the stove to warm up. It was best when the pan was hot according to what Nana had taught me. 

New Story Itea - Bonds of Friendship

For the last few days, I have been working on a new story idea. If you want you can look at the page that give you a peek at the excerpt of this story. I have been writing non-stop for four days and I am on chapter three and 5,000+ right now. I have been working hard on writing this story. I believe that over the past few years, I have been getting better at writing and with my muse working with me, the stories are good.

I read my Holy Bible, then pray about getting some guidance, strength and let the power of God and the Holy Spirit to guide my mind, hands on writing the best story only I can write. I believe that if it was meant to be, I'll write well. If the story is wrong, that means that I'm writing the strong story for me right now. I believe God gave me the gift of writing I have to touch base with him first, before writing each day. Some days I can't write, but others I end up writing 1,000 to 2,000 words a day.

Writing Progress - Scott Nash Story

I started this morning around 7:30am with 2,900 words. It's now 9:15am and I have 4,500 words. I believe after careful and dedicated prayer to God for guidance and  with my talent I believe this story will be done by christmas and I hope it writes as well as I love writing this story.

Excerpt:

Around three o'clock in the schoolyard, there was a fight. It was between Wade Richards and Luke Cantu. Watching the fight, reminded me of the punches mom threw at me when I was home. I hated being home, school was my safe haven. Hearing the roaring of a heavy engine, plus a screeching of tires, I turned around and noticed the fleet of yellow school buses driving into the far end of the schoolyard.  Standing there as the fight was ended, teachers were coming to Luke’s rescue.

I stood by the school gates hoping to delay the time for getting home. Once the fight was over, I climbed onto the bus. Moving down the bus, I found a seat in the middle of the bus. I got a feeling that tonight was going to be a bad one. I was used to the abusive tongue and hands of my mom.

The trip was over too soon.  I wanted to stay on the bus forever. I reluctantly climbed down the steps and headed home as slowly as possible.  Mom would be mad, but that would not be anything new.  However, something was unusual as I got there.  There were several police cars at my house as well as my grandmother’s car.  I started to hurry home to find out what was happening.

The moment I got to the garden gate, I saw mom talking with Nana Thomas and the police. I got nervous and a bit scared. I walked up to Nana and wrapping my arms around her waist. She put her hand on my shoulder and smile. Nana lifted my sweater off and showed my cut arm and the bruises on my back and chest. What was going on, I was nervous and very frightened. The police and the strange mane who was talking to Nana and the police, it was totally confusing and not the norm.

Story - In the American Jungle

I should be fast asleep, it was way past ten. I wasn’t sleepy, not one bit. Over, and over were the words of the discussion with my dad a couple hours earlier. He announced he wanted to move the pair of them out of the universe. That’s hoe I saw it. Moving me away from my friends, just so he could be happy. What about my happiness, didn’t that count for the something? I had no intention of letting him do this to me. I had rights. He didn’t deserve the label of dad; he was a father to me now. Only loving parental roles are considered mom or dad.
 
If mom was still alive she wouldn’t allow this to happen. Then it hit me, if mom was alive dad wouldn’t be doing this. I started thinking, about mom and then about dad. He did deserve to be happy; even I wouldn’t stop him from being happy. It’s had been five years since mom had passed. Maybe it was time to let her rest, but could he find someone in London or Essex. That way I could still have my secret love with Jorge.

Getting it Right - Storytelling

For the past three weeks, I have been trying hard to get the story I wanted to write out. Every-time I wrote the first few chapters, and I read through them; they never looked like what I envisioned. So attempt after attempt I tried and tried again. Nothing was working and I felt like I was hitting a stone wall. The story I wanted to write was about a lad who was struggling with the death of his mother and getting into trouble with police and more. I have decided if I'm every gonna wrote that story, I need to put it into God's hands.

After getting truly frustrated I sat down and began praying. I hadn't prayed in a few days. But this prayer was different. I ask for guidance and inspiration to write my story. But instead I got the answer, but not to my story. Another story. This time the story is about a young boy, who is struggling with the death of his mother, his dad starting dating after just a few months. Then to anger his father the boy starts hanging around with the gay kid at school. Deciding to come out to his father as gay. This had the opposite effect he desired. Then The boy got into a gang, to anger his father once more, but things changed this time. The boy stole once, and his catholic conscience got the better of him. He decided on bringing the gang back to God. He started to teach them to read, and study the bible. By the end of the story the whole gang was gone. They were now born again christians and get involved into the youth at church.

This is the frist excerpt from my story... still trying to get a title...

The early morning sun was bursting through the blinds, shining right onto Peter’s pillow. He grabbed his blanket, tugging it up and over his head. He wanted more sleep. He wasn’t ready for the day to start yet. Then hearing his alarm clock going off, he knew he had to get up as it was a school day. But he knew if he wasn’t out of bed in like five seconds his brother would be his usual annoyance and pull his blankets off him. Plus tell on him not being out of bed and ready for school. The only thing was Peter was an honor student, editor of the school newspaper and president of the student union. This didn’t help when it came to his father and mealtimes.

He climbed out of bed, walking over to Stephen’s bed and yanking his blankets of him before rushing out the room and into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. Once inside, Peter started the water running in the shower. Tossing his dirty pajamas into the hamper and stepping into the shower. While letting the water from the shower trickle down his torso, as it awakened him. The water was warm enough to refresh and awaken his juices from a night of sleep.