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SPIN Magazine Looking for International Correspondents [24 Sep 2008|03:16pm]

ohthesweetness
Hello!
My name is Patricia Wysopal and I am the International Correspondent Coordinator here at SPIN Magazine (www.spin.com) in San Francisco/ New York. We are looking for fun writers who are familiar with their local music scene and would be willing to regularly submit stories, photographs and videos from the following European cities.

*VIENNA
*PRAGUE
*BUDAPEST
*BUCHAREST
*WARSAW
*MOSCOW

I thought maybe you or someone you know would be interested in this amazing opportunity. SPIN is launching a new global program within the next few months and we are trying to recruit potential writers/photographers to contribute content. The submitted material will be moderated by regional editors, who will provide feedback and advice to the reporters. Although we won't have the infrastructure prepared for submissions until the end of the year, we'd like to have an idea of who's willing to contribute. We will be paying writers, photographers and videographers a small sum for their efforts. Opportunities will be available by the end of the year. If you're interested please send the following things to me at pwysopal@spin.com as soon as possible.

1) picture of yourself (for our International Correspondent Profiles)
2) short bio including your location, any writing/video/photography experience you have
3) description of your local music scene

Feel free to contact me anytime with questions. Thank you very much for your time!

****************
Patricia Wysopal
SPIN | International Correspondent Coordinator
pwysopal@spin.com
59 Grant Avenue
San Francisco, CA 94108
Office: 415.362.7797 x291
www.spin.com
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Fear Less [30 Aug 2008|10:25pm]

bushisanassface
This is something that I just wrote, and that I would greatly appreciate any thoughts/feedback on. Thank you.

Years ago, I was out to dinner with my dads one night after swim team practice (I must have been in third or forth grade,) and I saw one of those “Go Card” postcard advertisements that are often set out in cases at the doors to different businesses that caught my eye. The card read FEAR LESS in bold pink block letters. The slogan struck me and so I grabbed the card, and even today it’s obtrusive letters still pronounce their assertion from a place on one of the walls of my room.

When I heard about the international cello festival in Israel this past fall, I knew instantly that it was something I wanted to do. It would be an amazing opportunity, both to improve upon my cello playing abilities and to see a part of the world I’d never seen before. It was a chance to experience something I hadn’t experienced, to work on being able to understand and appreciate different people, ideas, cultures. For me, understanding new things is to fear less of the world, and this was an exceptional and unparalleled chance to do it. Although the idea of the trip was scary for me for numerous reasons, all were shades and variations of my fear of something I did not know or understand, and a fear I wanted to work on erasing.
Read moreCollapse )This is something that I just wrote, and that I would greatly appreciate any thoughts/feedback on. Thank you.

Years ago, I was out to dinner with my dads one night after swim team practice (I must have been in third or forth grade,) and I saw one of those “Go Card” postcard advertisements that are often set out in cases at the doors to different businesses that caught my eye. The card read FEAR LESS in bold pink block letters. The slogan struck me and so I grabbed the card, and even today it’s obtrusive letters still pronounce their assertion from a place on one of the walls of my room.

When I heard about the international cello festival in Israel this past fall, I knew instantly that it was something I wanted to do. It would be an amazing opportunity, both to improve upon my cello playing abilities and to see a part of the world I’d never seen before. It was a chance to experience something I hadn’t experienced, to work on being able to understand and appreciate different people, ideas, cultures. For me, understanding new things is to fear less of the world, and this was an exceptional and unparalleled chance to do it. Although the idea of the trip was scary for me for numerous reasons, all were shades and variations of my fear of something I did not know or understand, and a fear I wanted to work on erasing.
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[20 Jun 2008|10:41pm]

agrippathemagus
Hey there, just starting out and working on an extended project. I write fantasy, with a realistic edge to it.

The premise:

The diary of a trainee, or side-kick as he learns what it means to be under the shadow of a hero and where his place in the world is. Marty is a recently graduated soldier training under an Ordinator, named Gracon, who is a decorated warrior.


Outside The Limelight
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[11 Sep 2006|10:08pm]

harmonybelle
Hi, fellow writers. I've created a community specifically for children's book writers and illustrators. Whether successful or aspiring, please feel free to share your success stories, frustrations, tips, and accomplishments at writingforkids! Hope to see you there.
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[20 Sep 2004|10:29pm]

go_ask_alice_
Hey everyone! I'm joining a bunch of communities to see which ones I like the most. I'm also in an RPG that needs new players.

So say hi! And Hi everyone! I can't wait to get to know all of you!

I'm a senior in college in California, and I go by Alice. :) I love film, Harry Potter, and Fairy Tales and Fables.

Here's my first piece, a short story about a man who stays with the woman who lost their baby.

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open [28 Jul 2004|11:48pm]

tiffaaaaany
I sink down in my chair and my mind drifts back … back to when I was cold and afraid but now it seems to be even colder and I’ve been losing fuel for my fire , the suns fading away , my last petals on the ground. I long for a crutch , something to renew me , someone to believe. All my life I’ve been surrounded by letdowns and excuses , fourteen years of looking for the truth. It’s getting blurry up ahead as my futures buried six feet under , flowers won’t do it and prayers don’t help. It’s just me and the world. It’s foggy up ahead and I can faintly see the end , but it’s so much better with your hand in mine. Lately I’ve been letting things go , unwritten letters , unsaid calls , chipped nail polish , rough legs careless I know. So many things to do , so many things left unsaid. Just when the water begins to look clear technology sweeps through and the road gets bumpy again. My father cried today , the rain drops hit my face and drifted to my cold bare feet and I could feel his arms around me , he was in my bedroom last night singing me to sleep , and he passed the salt at the dinner table this evening. But then he’s gone again , another broken heart , more tears run down my cheek and once again the blades lowered to the skin , one stroke and I ‘ m out , I wake to your warmth I look deep In your eyes , I’m reminded there’s hope , my hearts one again , my wounds are healed and the tears are dried .. Without you I would have said my goodbyes a long time ago ..
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Um....... [07 May 2004|04:09pm]

shimmersea
[ mood | curious ]

Hi! Eh, I'm Shimmersea, due to person privacy, I can't tell you my real name, or where I live.

But I can tell you what I like to write about.

I go for something that seems insubstantial but really becomes deep at the end, more dark and less happy. I don't like it when villans are made JUST to be the 'bad guy'. Everyone has to have a character, in my perspective...

I also tend to spurt out in random spots of humor... ^-^;; It happens...

Er...

I also would like to ask...

I'm thinking of making a board for helping writters get on their feet... With boards on characters and plot development and all that jazz... Help and get help, you know? But I don't know if I'm really commited yet... So does it sound like a good idea to you?

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[05 Apr 2004|04:18am]

nomad_brandon
My last entry IS an open entry. Thank You.
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[05 Apr 2004|03:33am]

nomad_brandon
[ mood | tired ]

It was always the same for her. Elizabeth strained in her mind to stay out of the darkness, but couldn't. Something kept urging her there. Deep in her dreams, she would always find the same box, in the same place. The box was a music box she had since birth. She collected rare and odd things inside of it.

Floating in her subconsciousness, the box presented itself to her. Opening it, Elizabeth revealed two figurines, both dressed as if attending their own wedding. The groom would bow to the bride as the music began to play.

As the two danced, they separated from the box floating about the void of Elizabeth's dream mind. Pinpoints of light flew up out of the box, trailing the figurines. These lights intensified in numbers as the box strummed its tune.

Then, while the song ended, the figurines came back to their origins. Holding each other, the groom spoke, "My dearest Elizabeth, you will always be the love of my life, and I will die in your memmory."

At this, the box exploded, showering them with the sparks of light. Both screamed in agony as they melted together.

Screaming, Elizabeth awoke, only to find herself at home alone on her bed in her room. Taking a breath, she calmed down, then stood to walk towards the adjoining bathroom. Passing the box which haunted her dreams, she paused to just look at it.

The sudden knocking at her door made her yelp. Her mother, being the culprit, leaned her head through the narrow opening she made.

"Oh, I'm sorry if I scared you," Beth's mother said. "I was wondering if you could help me and watch for your father with your brother outside for me, while I finish with dinner?"

"Ok, mom," Beth replied.

Being only fourteen years old, Elizabeth Johnson had come to be an older sister only three years prior. Still in her freshman year of highschool didn't help her stress life any, especially since her father was away at work most of the time. Quickly using the toilet, she grabbed a pair of shoes from under her bed, and ran to the front door.

Standing on the porch, especially in the evening, was very beautiful. The sun set to her left, and the vinyard her mom was feebily attempting to grow extended before her all the way to the country road. There could be nothing found for almost a quarter mile in each direction, until the next plot of land was reached. To the west, their neighbors were growing corn. The full stalks could just barely be seen from where she stood, their yellow tips blending in with the harsh reflection of the sun.

Beth sat down on the porch steps, placing each shoe on the correct foot, then tied them tight. Only then did she begin to look for her brother. Almost instantly she spotted him running after a butterfly out by the clothesline.

A stiff wind shifted Beth's attention again toward the setting sun. This time, though, she noticed something odd sticking out of the ground. From what she could tell, it was something shinny. Wanting to capture this new prize, she stood up, ran back to her room, grabbed her box, and ran back outside. Her brother was still exploring around the clothesline, so she decided to go after this new trinket.

Odd as it may be, for every step she took toward the unknown, the further it seemed to be. It wasn't until she was standing next to her neighbor's crops that she realized that it was just a bottle of water left behind.

Agravated by the ordeal, she rolled her eyes to the sky. What she saw there was more interesting than anything she could have ever collected.

Smoke streaked across the sky as a firey object plummeted to the ground. In spite of moving at an incredible speed, Beth could still tell that whatever it was, it was headed east; toward her house. Immediately, she spun around only to see that her father was pulling up the drive and her brother was running towards him.

The next thing she did was scream as she watched in horror as the airborne object flung itself into the side of the house. For an instant, time stood still, and nothing moved. Everything seemed to happen all at once. The house flew apart violently, followed by a ball of fire rising to the sky. Energy from this flowed quickly past the car her father was in, flinging it across the yard, landing in the vinyard on the roof, erupting in another explosion. The shock wave swept over her body violently throwing her back, over the cornstalks.

The last thing she felt was corn falling about her before blacking out.

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Hello [05 Apr 2004|03:30am]

nomad_brandon
Brandon
21 y.o.
Illinois
Searched Writters


My stories tend to lean toward a darker part of my muse. Hopefully, everyone can cope. Thanks for being here for me.
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This is the End, Possibly. [02 Apr 2004|07:10pm]

jesus_h_christ4
"Run"
At the sound of shouting voices and screaming children, I knew something was wrong... Something had to have been wrong... What didn't I do right? My plan was flawless... Perfect...

Slowly my own arrogance started to crrupt my mind. My perfect plan, collapsing beneath me, the curiosity devoured my every thought. Questions of how and why became the basics of my existence. I could not live without doubting those around me, but never have I doubted myself. Myself, how could someone as perfect as I not be right? Who would dare to doubt me?

The people scattered around me, but I was still lost within my apathy. Even a phenomenon couldn't stop a plan in which I created, especially not one as perfect as this! As the chaos ensued, my attention was still caught upon myself. At that point, I heard them. The piercing screams and the sporadic flashing of the incoming machines neared me. Escape was impossible, but yet it never even entered my mind. My imperfections lit a fire upon my every action. My desire for excellence was nothing more then a dream... How could this be?

With my hopes abandoned, I tolerated the arrest. The cold metal of the stainless chains clamped my wrists tightly, squeezing any life out of my shallow bowl of sanity. With a strong firm grip, the hand caressed my figure, seeking for any hopes I may have hidden in my humiliation. Shamefully climbing into the hard plastic seats, the degrading reality pushed me closer to its bitter end. With every breath my lungs devoured, another infamy came upon me. The passion in which I once held withered away at its prime, leaving me in the dust with nothing more then my humiliation.

The car drove quicker and quicker, speeding upon every turn, sliding on every road. My dread grew just as quick as my shame. The terror of my destination now had a sturdy grasp upon me, throwing me in whichever direction it chose. My fallen pride was no longer a match for the nightmare, which rose in my time. Being seconds away from the abyss, my throbbing heart knocked brutally on my chest. How could they take me? Of all people, why must they take me? One as perfect as I should be worshiped, not threatened to sacrifice his life upon the cement walls of our grueling society. The confusion assaulted my every desire.

the air had its tedious grasp upon my breath, cooling my lungs with every heartbeat. The cold smoothing carved rocks filled my sight, indulging my senses in my own mortification. A single faded sun hung from the ceiling, gazing dully through the darkness. But worse then any pain this prison could bring, was the pain of my failure. Not once have I failed, I'm too great to fail... My own thoughts became my enemy, but yet I could not stop them from attacking. A battle I wasn't ready to receive, a battle that I could never withhold. Visions of the past would succumb to my magnitude no longer. The sounds of screaming children filled my ears, the chaotic women were set free to reign in my mind. The warm sun burnt upon my memory. With nothing left but images of the torture, I was corrupted with the sight of a fallen corpse. A dead body in the middle of the street, the crimson blood, soaking the clothes. I was too close.. Yes, I was too close; another 20 yards would of kept me free, how could I be so ignorant? Such a short distance can cause such a horrible ending, Oh how could I be so dumb?

The haunting memories of my once perfected life shot bullets through my pride. I lived a life of infamy, of power, of money. A life of strength with none could surpasss. to wake in he morning with nothing more then a torn cloth and a tainted stone slab was more pain then I could ever conceive. How could one go from a classy exquisite home as mine, to this hellhole? This jail cell was the lowest pint in which my existence could ever take a grasp upon, but yet I could no longer reach as high as I once could. I was far too amazing to accept this. Not once has my life treated my wrong, I have never lacked success in any aspect, I'm simply too perfect. Yes, that's it. I'm simply too perfect for them to accept me. They are too jealous of my faultlessness to allow it. They saw me and could no longer obtain my power. Yes, this must be right. It's the only way someone of my stature could be taken down...The only way.

I sat in my chamber, wallowing in the silence, waiting for the evening to come. The bitter air was a relief to the fire burning in my mind. The dusty shelves, filled with meaningless items to please the selfish whore. The aromas of sweat and dirt were no longer too horrid, but still burnt in my nose. To meet the sheep who consumed this sstructure was my largest desire. I would spread my control, my strength to regain what I once possessed. My plot would begin, my escape, I could no longer stand the seclusion. It burnt in my stomach, a fiery passion, and the desire in my heart. I will be loved. I will be powerful.

Once again, sitting alone, stuck in the heart of the havoc of the reformatory life. In this coliseum of people my voice was minuet, but I would no longer accept it. I needed the attention. I desired their acceptance. I was far too perfect to not be received in such a dreary place. Acting completely upon impulse, my voice quickly grew. A deafening scream spewed from my open mouth, just to see the worthless failures turn to my presence. Immense panic shined through my eyes as their attention was completely mine. I could do nothing more then finish my statement, to win them over with my excellence. "You all will help, help me escape." The laughter shot through my spine leaving me with nothing more then my hollow existence. I stood with my head in the air, but my pride fell further then the ground.

My fear was now my friend, always to be there by my side. It would tell me to run, to hide, and to never speak. My fear was a backdrop, a veil over my life. The morning of the next day, I no longer schemed my power. I no longer deigned my infamy.

It was then that I lost all hope. All dreams, all desires quickly faded away. My life was worthless. I was nothing more then living corpse, a living corpse to walk the world in its insignificant presence. The angst grew, swiftly sweeping me off my feet. I no longer had control over my life, thus it needed to end. My existence was in vain. Upon the floor a shaving razor sat in its notoriety. Yes, an escape just waiting for me to come.

As the blood flowed down my wrists, it stung a burning hole upon the skin. The pain was excruciating but yet I still brought forth its existence. Praising the razor in my right, my left was slowly vanishing away. With every drop of the crimson fluid, my life withered away, Wasting away all my pain, all my sorrow, and all my angst. My vision blurred, leaving me with a hallucination of reality. A place where I could dream, where everything I could do would be true. A place where I would no longer need to breath hard, where I would never have to work for my dues. Yes, a dream, but yet not a reality. My life slipped off into its oblivion, leaving my body here to stay.

I awoke to a familiar sound. The sounds of screams and chaos rang in my ears, bbut I could no longer run. I was chained to the ground, too lost in my lies to see the reality. Biting my lip, the memories of the night casually walked into my mind. Stains of red spread on the sheets, adding yet another blemish to the collection. My vision was blurred, but I could still make out a figure in the distance. He was gazing upon me, just as I was towards him. He laid upon his weakness, clothed in ragged cloths. His unkempt hair was slickly greased with the dirt of his own blunders. His skin, darkend by the dirty, was full of cuts. His eyes stared into my own, just for me to realize the emptiness he held within. Another worthless being, just hoping to be as great as I. At the sight of this man, my vision started to fade away again. My mind fell away, once more into another lifeless slumber.


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Open [27 Mar 2004|04:13pm]

nezumiiro
[ mood | creative ]

The night's wind blew over the calm sea. He lend down running his fingers through the water. The wind and sea felt cool and soft on his skin. Above him in the sky clouds danced by over the moon, it was not full yet but soon it would be and then.... He closed his mind to those thoughts. He must not think about that, or her. Turning now from the shore line he walked to the deep forbodding woods. This, his home, a magical place where humans feared to tread. He sighed and lowered his head. The hood of his cloak fell forword concealing the disfigured features of his face. The morning would be coming soon and he must eat before the sun shone his eye on the world again.

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Hello [27 Mar 2004|02:18am]

nezumiiro
[ mood | discontent ]


  1. age, 31
  2. name, Anna Doner-Pond
  3. location, Alaska
  4. interests, Games, fantasy, Sci-Fi, art, dogs, music
  5. where you found the community, Searched for writing
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The End starts Now [14 Mar 2004|03:52pm]

jesus_h_christ4
“RUN”
At the sound of shouting voices and screaming children, I knew something was wrong… Something had to of been wrong… What didn’t I do right? What was my flaw...It can’t have a flaw. My plan was flawless... Perfect…

Slowly my own arrogance started to corrupt my mind. My perfect plan, collapsing beneath me, the curiosity devoured my every thought. Questions of how and why became the basics of my existence. I could not live without doubting those around me, but never have I doubted myself. Myself, how could someone as perfect as I not be right? Who should dare to doubt me?

The people scattered around me, but I was still lost upon my lack of apathy. Even a phenomenon couldn’t stop a plan in which I created, especially not one as perfect as this! As the chaos ensued, my attention was still caught upon myself. At that point, I heard them. The piercing screams and the sporadic flashing of the incoming machines neared me. Escape was impossible, but yet it never even entered my mind. My imperfections lit a fire upon my every action. My desire for excellence was nothing more then a dream… How could this be?

With my hopes abandoned, I tolerated the arrest. Shamefully climbing into the hard plastic seats, the degrading reality pushed closer to its bitter end. With every breath my lungs devoured, another infamy came upon me. The passion in which I once held withered away at its prime, leaving me in the dust with nothing more then my humiliation.

The car drove quicker and quicker, speeding upon every turn, sliding on every road. My dread grew just as quick as my shame. The terror of my destination now had a sturdy grasp upon me, throwing me in which ever direction it chose. My fallen pride was no longer a match for the nightmare which rose in my time. Being seconds away from the abyss, my throbbing heart knocked brutally on my chest. How could they take me? Of all people, why must they take me? One as perfect as I should be worshiped, not threatened to sacrifice their lives upon the cement walls of our grueling society. The confusion assaulted my every desire.



Start of a story, give me some opinions.
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[10 Mar 2004|09:40am]
anonymous_ink
Okay, thank you everyone for your comments, here’s another one, which is a little longer.





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Closed, but add if you think it will help :) [09 Mar 2004|07:24pm]
anonymous_ink
Good morning, I am very nervous and have never written anything on here, so I thought I would try here first, please, be brutally honest, I REALLY want your opinions.

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New to the community. [18 Feb 2004|03:06pm]

plainagainstme
[ mood | hopeful ]

Celeste.
22 years old.
Buffalo, NY
Writing, Singing, Dancing, Joking, Shopping, and hanging out with friends.

I found this community when I was searching for writing ones. I have to write a short story and read it in class tomorrow. Our criteria is to use stuff that's happened to us in our lives and put it in the fictional story. Make sure we have a decision that has to be made and where the past plays a part in the present.
This is a closed story, whereas I don't need anything added on. But I would like advice/comments on my story.

Thanks.
<3
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New Member [01 Feb 2004|09:11pm]

jesus_h_christ4
Hello, im new as of like 2 min. ago.

Im 15 years old, Live in Walled Lake Michigan, Been writting for about half a year(not including shitty schoolwork/horrible styled poetry). Im a regular online "rper", i write short storys and poetry alot.

im gonna finish my first post with my favorite poetry that i wrote. Its in Iambic Pentameter, and feal free to give comments/opinions.

My Death, My Life, The Sorrow consuming me.
I Surrender my soul, But i shall Keep my Mind.
Distress, Agony, the bitter Animosity.
The Demise of thee, shall create a horrid gash.
The Bloody Wounds, shall not Disapper Tonight,
But yet they will remain throughout this War.
A Battle not of Win or Lose, but of Death.
My Body, My Soul, The hatred within me.
I Fear Not the End. Oh! Let it be Soon.
My Sincerity is True, Take my Life.
I Plee to You, for you shall now Free Me.
Freedom from this Hatred, Release from this World.
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New Member of a community [22 Dec 2003|11:43am]

carpathianchica
[ mood | contemplative ]

Alright i suppose it would be cool if i posted some of my story up here, i just hope this isn't one of those things were peoples stuff gets stolen. I'll do it some other time but just some shiz about my stories they are very long Greek mythology Romances and so far i have gotten good reactions out of them but i would like some outside thoughts on it i am seriousely thinking of going to a publisher but not if they suck! so please comment on them truthfully, hey, and no stealing this is closed off to biters.I am 15 going on 16 and i live in va beach, i go to Kellam is that enough information?

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[09 Dec 2003|10:05pm]

babygrl7431
hi I am new
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