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| User: | meredith_wood (12616210)  Meredith Wood
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| Bio: | I'm a full time writer, mom, and wife. All of these professions fuse me into who I am. If one went missing, I'd never be whole again. My heart lies in history and kids, but strangely, I've yet to combine these two. This doesn't mean it will never happen, as I'm sure somewhere down deep inside of me there hides a young girl or boy who has been waiting for hundreds of years for that right moment. And the day he or she reveals him or herself to me, I will have merged my two great loves. Find me on MySpace and be my friend! Excerpts from my works: © Meredith Wood 2008 On the Other Hand Young Adult "Where are we, Shannon?" "A rainy morning. I'm barefoot and on my front porch." "What are we doing?" I shook my head. "I don’t know. I just want to be on my porch." "Is there a breeze?" "Yes, it's blowing through my loose hair. A bit of the blown in mist curling the ends a little." I turned and saw an easel in one corner. "I've always wanted to paint," I said. "Then let's paint," the soft voice urged. "Pick up your brush. You can do anything you want. It's your time." The smell of oils filled my nostrils. I loved it. It was like heaven. I wrapped my fingers around the red handle, dipped the bristles in the blue, and set the brush to the canvas before me. A waterfall, that's what I would paint. A man's voice, low and heated floated above me. "Did you think to play me out?" I dipped my brush again, this time in black. Black didn't go with waterfalls. "That's okay, Shannon," a woman's voice said softly. "Maybe you need the charcoal. Can you draw what you see?" In the Land of Fiction Tween Like the past few months, we fell in step with each other, side by side, and walked toward the cemetery. "Doesn't your mom ever bring you out here?" Kyra asked. Cedars walled the small lane and through the pine needles, the sun spit little bubbles of gold across the gravel road and our shoes. I kicked at one of the river rocks and watched it tumble a few feet forward. "She used to. We used to come every week. Not lately though." "What would she do while she was here?" "Cry. Sadie would play with her dolls, I would talk to Dad, and Mom would stand there crying." We reached the first gravestone and Kyra handed me the rose. I hadn't ever thought about why she came with me. She'd just started coming one day and then kept on. She never bothered me or stood over my shoulder while I talked with Dad. It was comforting to have her there. I hoped she never stopped coming with me. Panthan's Crucible Young Adult Fantasy He rolled up his sleeve, flexed his fist a few times, then jabbed the needle into the muscle of his bicep. I cringed and a sound of disgust must have left me because he looked up then, his expression soft. Tears sprang to my eyes. I'd thought I'd adjusted, or at the very least put what could have been behind me and accepted who I was now. God, what if I killed one of them? We had no way of knowing if this formula would work. The only hope I had was that Grayson would stop me before it was too late. If he could. He was certainly strong enough, but being smaller I was quicker. We'd learned that the hard way. Grayson shook his head slowly. I didn't understand the gesture. "I was a vegetarian," I said softly. He raised a brow, spitting the needle cap out of his mouth. "I didn't eat meat," I explained. "I know what a vegetarian is." He picked up the second needle that lay on the table beside him and came forward. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice as soft as mine had been. He cleared his throat. "I should probably do this in your thigh for the first time." The Best of Me Young Adult There was a space inside of me that I allowed no one to see. A secret hideout in the attic of my mind. It was filled with all of my favorites: songs that had changed me, that moved me, pictures I cherished, memories striking and unforgettable. The softness of velvet, the sweet buttery scent of baked spice cake, notes of fresh strawberries, and the rich comfort of pinewood. The pillows were soft, warm and enveloped me against the coldness of the world, but cool against my flaming cheeks when those that wanted inflicted their burns. During my uncertain times when I had come all undone, I would ease into this space, closing the door quietly behind me. And there, where time had no meaning, I would heal. This space as all mine until Justin came along and I did... I let him inside. To be fair, he met me halfway. I closed my eyes to a mental image of myself, laughing, boxing up every memory, every love, running across a field of yellow flowers. It would have to be yellow. What other color could represent the sun so well? But he had, he met me halfway. And we set up our own space—together. We shared the world's heartaches—together. And now what would I do? I'd moved my space and he'd locked me out of ours. Did I make a new one? Scrape together some kind of shelter, half what it was, lacking in any amount of comfort? Imprimis Young Adult He opened a drawer and pulled a set of keys from inside. "You've grown a bit since I last saw ya. Here." "That's kinda embarrassing." I mean, he'd seen me in my birthday suit. And now here we were again. "Why? You were just as cute then." He hit a button on the wall intercom. "Eric, I have your girlfriend and your keys. I'll bring her back around midnight, kay?" "Step away from the girl," came seconds later. "Shannon, take the keys and run, babe. He's not safe." "He's not serious is he?" I asked. Dr. Hunter gave me another crooked smile then took a long drink from his Dasani, eyeing me the whole time. "I dunno." He left then, disappearing where his wife had gone. *FRIENDING* I love friends and the more the merrier as far as I'm concerned. Please feel free to friend away, but keep in mind I write young adult and middle grade, so play nice and kid orientated. *GRIN* | ||||
| Pictures: | over 60 public | ||||
| Interests: | 5: blue boards, historical fiction, middle grade, writing, young adult fiction | ||||
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