This is the example - but valid - thread for examples of work for those nominated as best Authors, namely:

• Kimibloom
• Bloomiecurse
• Smashing Adri
• Laila

the other threads for other categories will be created by the users themselves, and remember no more then 600 Words.

My example:


From: "Stains of Blue"

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To me it was like a painful stab in my heart when He shifted, pulled out of me and released me from His body upon me. He lay next to me and smiled, this eternally mysterious smile of satisfied lust, sparkling, His eyes locked with mine, and carefully He covered us both in His silken sheets.

I can’t recall how long we lay there, drowning in each others eyes, accompanied by the most innocent touches, by the most remarkable silence. The closeness I experienced that night was more then I ever imagined possible, like melting into each others souls, like fading but in a good way, blending into Him.

And suddenly I felt as if I could see the world through His eyes, I saw mountains I had never seen before, rivers, oceans, and I saw loneliness. I saw perfection and I saw flaws, and I saw myself – in a way I had never seen me before and the realization struck me.

I was perfect – in that night I was beautiful, in that night I was a genius, in that night – I was the woman I always dreamed of being, the woman He wanted. I saw myself through His eyes, and I saw that I was less incomplete then I had thought, that there was more to me then I had felt – I saw what I truly am, I saw what I was, and I saw what I will be – always, in His arms.


But the moment faded, slowly I found myself behind my own eyes again, and all I saw then was Him – always and forever Him. Never would I forget how He lay there, never looking away, not once dividing His attention to anything but me, in that night I saw that we were meant for each other, regardless of all the words we had said, regardless of all the world we would say yet and to where fate would lead us. This would last. In this way or the other, in this life or the next.

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Okay, here it is my little sample for this category. I hope you all like this, it took me time to choose because I couldnt find the proper part but hell.

This is part of the Prelude of my fic, The Winter Of The Muse.


~* Prelude *~

"History is not a random sequence of unrelated events. Everything affects and is affected by everything else. This is never clear in the present. Only time can sort out events. It is then in perspective, that patterns emerge"
- William Manchester, A World Lit Only by Fire


"Isabella, I need you to write your second novel," Samantha said, passing the sheets of the book she had on her desk. Isabella bit her nails and looked at her with evident surprise.

"But… Samantha, I just finished this one and I don't think I can…"
She was interrupted by Samantha's harsh and loud voice, her reddish hair fell on her shoulders and her clear eyes showed nothing else but exasperation and stress towards Isabella.

"We should take advantage of the success of your first book: The Fallen Leaves of The Willow and make of it a saga. You know, like that girl, Anne Rice, with her Vampire chronicles... I want something like that: continuity, suspense, love, and hatred. The readers want something else from you and I'm afraid they want it fast… Adding to that the fact that you signed a contract that cannot be declined… Page 2 paragraph 5 section 3."
The woman said with the usual 'professional' tone, used in those cases and throwing her cigarette into the ashtray.

Isabella looked at her with resignation and then took a look at her book that was lying over the pile of novels published by the firm. The cover of the old 'Crying Willow' in that natural park somewhere in South America and the shadows around it made it look creepy but mystical at the same time. How did she come up with that idea? Why was The Fallen Leaves of The Willow an interesting book since it just reflected the story of a poor and unlucky Colombian girl who went to the United States looking for the dream of her life? Why since she wrote that book -her only successful one- she could not come up with something better or something even more creative than the same story of the poor that becomes rich in the end?

"Samantha… I understand. But, I just need time to think about the plot. I…I just…" she said, with her common shy tone of voice that seemed just like a whisper and soft sound comparing it to the strong and decided tone of voice of the Editor.

"Time! Of course we can give you time! Hmm… what about three months? Huh? Sounds good for you?" she asked, as her face shone of happiness considering Isabella's words as a 'yes' to her proposal. Isabella's yellowish eyes opened wide as she heard the offer of Samantha. She could not write a book in a month! Not even in 3 months!

"Samantha, it takes more than three months to write a book. I need to research; I need to…" she explained, as she motioned with her hands each thing she meant.

"Five months and it's all I can give you, Isabella. I know you need to research, create your characters, and all that hanky-panky. But, you should understand that we work and write for the readers and I have a boss too, and he is waiting for a new book in at least 6 months. Take it or leave it, if you take it we all will win. And, if you leave it the clauses in the contract explain what you should do and pay to get rid of it."
Such amount of professionalism was getting on Isabella's nerves. She considered it a big mistake to let them publish her book and herself by signing that stupid contract and getting tied and compromised with something she may not get.

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