Do you, like, never comment? This might seem random, but I mean honestly. I comment, ya never comment back. How do I know you've even read my comment? You never comment back. And you have never, ever, not even once commented on my blog. Have you ever even been to my blog? You've even stopped commenting on Booksie. :(
Whoah. That's a lot of swimmin'. I swim every chance I get, but I don't think I could handle that much water time. But then again, if you're like a die- hard swimmer, it must rock... are you practicing for some big championship swimming thing? Or is this just a typical swim-all-summer thing?
Ah. Sounds like fun, I guess... well, if you care, I'm going to an improv camp this week at ImaginOn from 6:30- 3:30. That might seem like alot, but when acting is something that you love to do, the time just flys by.
Also, I need to ask you about book publishing info. As you know, I have no e-mail address. :( So I am going to recieve info...how? Be sure to let me know. Oh, and do you really need word verification? It gets frusterating after awhile. And what's the point, anyway? :] See ya.
Hey, when it comes to the publishing and you don't have an email, i will put a post up on the site, where you can comment putting the info i ask for. i love to act to, so that sounds super fun-wow that sounded gay! Ha, whatever.
Okay. Will do. I feel so triumphant now- I got you commenting! Hahahahaha. But seriously, it's a really good thing that you are because if you didn't, I'd get really lonely. You're the only one that's EVER ON HERE ANYMORE!! That's why I was so spastic in the first place- I was like "No! No one's ever on anymore, and now Chris is leaving me too?!" I seriously need IM. :(
Anyhoo, I didn't know you like to act... I mean, I know you took drama, but you took chorus in 6 grade and we both know how much you hated that. Well, it's cool you like to act. And it's a good thing, because if you didn't I'd probably get really annoying after awhile because I talk about it alot! And no, super-fun does NOT sound gay. I say that all the time... :( Oh, and btw, I befanned your buddy Charlotte. She's seems really nice, and she's definitely an amazing writer (even though she says the only reason she has a Booksie is to read your book) but she's like Sarah and abbriviates everything, so I can't understand most of what she's saying...
I seriously need to get to know you better. Kebba and Sarah talk about you all the time and I try to get in on the conversation, and Keb goes, "Oh, you don't really know him. He's so sophisticated on the computer and he's a butthead in real life. And he wrote how much in your yearbook? 2 sentences. Laura, he wrote a whole PAGE in mine."
If you are looking for chapters 1-6 all put together this is the link to go to. Chapters 7- finish will be there when I finish. Finally I will post the final book on a link in the site. This is for people looking for the story as a whole.
http://overview-dreamingreality.blogspot.com
Excerpts
I know I have posted this, but if you scroll to the bottom section of the side bar there are the chapter excerpts. These show the main mood of the chapter, and will help you refresh yourself as to what is going on. (By the way----- If you would like to read this chapter by chapter, the rest of the chapters are in the "older posts" link at the end of the posts on the current page!)
Possible Crash Site
Possbile Publish?
This book may be published on www.lulu.com
in the near future. I will let you know.
I found this picture online and it is deffinently an image that fits the story...
A Horrific Exerpt
His dream started with an image of a girls face. It was normal except for the fact that there was a gash in her cheek, and her eyes were staring strait at him, not blinking. She was dead. Ryan felt like screaming. It was Lindsey.
The Tool Of Words
It speaks for itself...
Chapter One Exerpt
Next he saw himself throw his suitcase on top of Lindsey’s. To his terror he watched as Lindsey’s family picture was destroyed completely. It was torn and was full of crinkles. The picture was soiled, and Ryan didn’t think it was fixable. “I am such an idiot,” Ryan thought.
Chapter Two Exerpt
Maggie was the only thing Ryan could think about that day at school. He couldn’t figure out if it was her looks he was so focused on, or her words. They both seemed worth paying attention to. She tried to tell him, but he didn’t listen, and was mean about Lindsey’s picture. Ryan wasn’t sure why he dreamt about that particular moment, but it was really bugging him. He remembered that on that day all he could think about was how good Maggie looked, and how he was too ignorant to notice anybody else’s existence. If he had just taken the time to look for 2 seconds maybe he could have prevented the picture from being mutilated, and maybe, just maybe, he could change the past, but that was just a small idea tucked into the back of his thoughts.
Chapter Three Exerpt
He was really hoping that the dream thing was just a coincidence by the time he arrived at Peter’s house. The whole car ride they were discussing the school day, but Ryan was thinking of other things. He was never one for stupid small talk. He especially hated it when he used it with Maggie. Why ask her why her how her day went when he spent the whole day with her.
Chapter Four Exerpt
He was running at full speed when his foot slid on some mud. Once again Ryan came crashing down, but this time on his face. About a yard ahead of him he saw the creek. He crawled over to it and looked at his reflection. His face was muddy, with tear streaks on his cheeks. He hit the water and the image changed. He was now wearing a fancy shirt, and was clean. He was smiling, and he was next to Maggie. His heart dropped and the tears came harder. Ryan finally was breaking down, and this time for good.
Chapter Five Exerpt
Peter was thinking of the radio incident as well, but a little differently. Peter had heard Ryan being sad before. But the sound in his voice sounded like it had just came out of Hell, and was stopping for a visit, knowing it would return in just a moment. His voice was the most depressing thing he had ever heard. He didn’t understand why the song had set him off. Yeah, it’s a depressing song, but still, it doesn’t make the typical person scream at the radio.
Chapter Six Exerpt
Julie let the warm water run down her back. She felt good to stand in the steaming shower. It refreshed her, revived her, let her start anew. She looked at her legs disapprovingly. They had not been shaved or put lotion on in 2 days. She had meant to do it the day before, or Sunday. She was so ready to send Ryan back to school. She was excited that he wanted to get out and see the world again. But than this God forsaken accident happened, and once again, where does he wind up, but the hospital.
Chapter Seven Excerpt
Ryan held the jar of ashes in his arms, almost embracing it. He could no longer hold back the tears, and he saw them fall on the glass. He hugged the jar tighter and tighter, and then he begun to speak to it. “Mom, I know that I never told you this, but you are a great mom, and I love you. I am so happy I can finally tell you, or at least what is left. The bloody ashes; these are the only things I have left of you!”
Chapter Eight Excerpt
He felt his body flying through who knows what. It was pure hell. He felt as if, as if he were traveling. But this traveling was different. Never had a car made him feel like he was separating.
“This is just like in the sci-fi movies, time travel, or at least how they make it look like.” Suddenly Ryan was in great pain and he shouted out, “Holy shit!” He was not sorry for his language; for the pain was so intense he would rather be dead…
Chapter Nine Excerpt
“This is where I tripped him,” Ryan thought. This time he refused to be such a bastard, so he made sure that he pulled his bag underneath his chair. As the boy walked by his seat, the bus swerved, resulting in the boy losing his balance. Ryan caught him as he was about to fall.
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Do you, like, never comment? This might seem random, but I mean honestly. I comment, ya never comment back. How do I know you've even read my comment? You never comment back. And you have never, ever, not even once commented on my blog. Have you ever even been to my blog? You've even stopped commenting on Booksie. :(
Hey buddy. Sorry if it seemed like I was going off on you before- I really didn't mean to. I guess... I guess I just miss you is all.
Hey, no problem. Its just lately all i have been doing is swimming.
Mon-6-8:15am practice
5-9:30pm: summerleague meet
Tues-7-9am practice
eat, sleep, practice again
yay
Hey, no problem. Its just lately all i have been doing is swimming.
Mon-6-8:15am practice
5-9:30pm: summerleague meet
Tues-7-9am practice
eat, sleep, practice again
yay
Whoah. That's a lot of swimmin'. I swim every chance I get, but I don't think I could handle that much water time. But then again, if you're like a die- hard swimmer, it must rock... are you practicing for some big championship swimming thing? Or is this just a typical swim-all-summer thing?
It's an all summer thing. I swim for a year-round team called MAC. We practice from the end of August to the end of July.
Ah. Sounds like fun, I guess... well, if you care, I'm going to an improv camp this week at ImaginOn from 6:30- 3:30. That might seem like alot, but when acting is something that you love to do, the time just flys by.
Also, I need to ask you about book publishing info. As you know, I have no e-mail address. :( So I am going to recieve info...how? Be sure to let me know. Oh, and do you really need word verification? It gets frusterating after awhile. And what's the point, anyway? :] See ya.
Hey, when it comes to the publishing and you don't have an email, i will put a post up on the site, where you can comment putting the info i ask for.
i love to act to, so that sounds super fun-wow that sounded gay! Ha, whatever.
Okay. Will do. I feel so triumphant now- I got you commenting! Hahahahaha. But seriously, it's a really good thing that you are because if you didn't, I'd get really lonely. You're the only one that's EVER ON HERE ANYMORE!! That's why I was so spastic in the first place- I was like "No! No one's ever on anymore, and now Chris is leaving me too?!" I seriously need IM. :(
Anyhoo, I didn't know you like to act... I mean, I know you took drama, but you took chorus in 6 grade and we both know how much you hated that. Well, it's cool you like to act. And it's a good thing, because if you didn't I'd probably get really annoying after awhile because I talk about it alot! And no, super-fun does NOT sound gay. I say that all the time... :( Oh, and btw, I befanned your buddy Charlotte. She's seems really nice, and she's definitely an amazing writer (even though she says the only reason she has a Booksie is to read your book) but she's like Sarah and abbriviates everything, so I can't understand most of what she's saying...
I seriously need to get to know you better. Kebba and Sarah talk about you all the time and I try to get in on the conversation, and Keb goes, "Oh, you don't really know him. He's so sophisticated on the computer and he's a butthead in real life. And he wrote how much in your yearbook? 2 sentences. Laura, he wrote a whole PAGE in mine."
I hate it when she brings up the yearbook thing.
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