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[HalNerd]

What are some good guy names for a story? I am writing one and I can think of a few girl names for my characters but no guy names. Any ideas?

 

[BabySimba]

What are some good guy names for a story? I am writing one and I can think of a few girl names for my characters but no guy names. Any ideas?

I've always loved the names James or Jack. They're very simple, but also very masculine.

 

[wicked.witch.of.wdw]

What are some good guy names for a story? I am writing one and I can think of a few girl names for my characters but no guy names. Any ideas?

I love the name Seth, I use it for everything. ^_^

 

[MickeyisBeast]

I like the first one the best. Lots of potential for dramatic scenes.

I was going to do it the 3rd option... but now I feel the first option has the most promise.

 

[mickey'sbff]

I liked the first option the best

 

[Theodore Hawkwood]

Greetings fellow creative sorts. I've been writing creatively since I was eleven years old (16 years now) and mostly fanfiction. I specialize in writing crossover fanfiction and I love the Kingdom Hearts series as it lends itself especially to fanfiction.

One of my fanfiction.net stories deals with Syndrome surviving the end of the movie Incredibles and becoming the dictator of Metroville. This prompts the Supers into hiding and my AU-verse version of the Soviet Union to invade Metroville.

I realize I'm a bit old for the teen forum but I figured I'd say hello to fellow writers.

 

[m!ssemmx0]

A bunch of little snippets of what I've written (I think I've posted one of them before)... It's extremely sarcastic and satirical; not meant to be taken seriously at all

I’m now positive I’m going to die utterly alone. And fat. And positively ugly; like a female Mick Jagger, maybe. No one would ever want that, even if they had a thing for someone who looks like a transvestite. Enough fantasizing about men who a) don’t exist, b) will never know you exist, or c) are old enough to be your father/grandfather. It’s time to face facts: all the good men are either taken or gay. Or entirely fictional. The rest of them are complete ****wits who don’t even deserve your time. Which is why I shouldn’t even bother to “look for love”; I’m just going to end up miserable and heartbroken. I haven’t even “liked” a guy in almost three years (yes, I’m keeping track); it’s just not worth it. I keep being asked why I don’t like anyone, or if I do, and my response always is “Oh, I don’t really have time for any of that. School and stuff.” but the truth is, I’m a ****-all and I’m not good enough for anyone, so why bother? No one in their right mind (or their wrong mind, for that matter) would want to put up with all the issues and positively insane and annoying quirks I have. It’s also due to the fact that when it comes to guys I have such high standards that it’d be impossible for any real person to live up to them. I’m beginning to hate it.

I’ve been awake since 8 o’clock. I had a dream where I literally stayed up all night long; I think I even saw the sunrise (which has happened before, but not at my own will). Why am I awake? Because, despite my having finally fallen asleep at one o’clock this morning while in a fit of punk-drunkenness, I just couldn’t seem to fall back to sleep. You didn’t need the entire backstory, did you? Anyway, my dream was actually a lot like what really happened last night. Let’s recap. It started off innocently enough, what with my pathetic, lovesick ramblings about fictional men and dishy Brits. It then escalated to a few off-hand sexual comments relating to old men (“old” being between 40 and 70, in this case) that had to do with screen doors during hurricanes (I’ll let you work that one out) and fathering my future children. Next, I hit the climax, the “I’ll forget all of this tomorrow” stage. This included excessive keyboard mashing (used to convey indescribable emotion), a fit of giggles at anything and everything (I mean that literally)... and yes; I was completely sober the entire night.

I love the holidays (10 points for political correctness, self!), I really do. The music (except that ****ing annoying - and sad - Christmas Shoes song, and any country and western covers), the decorations (Christmas pine is one of the best smells ever produced on planet Earth, in my book), the massive amount of food consumed (there’s no problem with liking to eat, okay?), and just the general feeling of happiness and “peace on Earth” that comes with the month of December (well, most of it). But along with all the good stuff, comes the absolute ****. The feeling of dread you get when you realize you have to face your family for an entire ten hours or so... The pressing and nonstop questions about your personal life: how’s school? (You see me almost every week of the year; do you really feel the need to ask me this?); how come I never leave the house? (sadly, it’s because I have no real friends who would be caught dead with me in public). These are pretty annoying after being asked a million and one times, I’ll admit that. But by far, the most irritating question of them all (especially at Christmas, when it seems that everyone is so concerned about relationship type things, probably because “Christmas is the time to tell the truth” and all that ****), is “So... like any boys?” And then I end up blushing like some kind of mental patient, because like I’ve said before, I usually have to try and make something ridiculous up to hide the fact that I will be eternally married to my laptop and television because no one would ever have sex (or any other kind of romantic relation, because sex isn’t everything) with a lonely, lazy, antisocial lump of a girl.

Practically everything in the universe makes me laugh. Even things that most people think are just completely unfunny and vulgar and stupid and utterly pointless. Like dogs crossing their eyes on cue. Or a poorly drawn picture of someone having sex with a young Paul McCartney. Or SpongeBob. People like me who are this strange shouldn't be allowed to interact with other human beings face to face. Oh wait, I don't.

I find myself becoming more and more like Liz Lemon every day. This fact was proven the other day when, ever so kindly, my mother pointed out that I have no social skills, and am too dependent on others. This is partly true, but I am going to try and amend it while being forced to live in this very room for another few years until I can “grow up” (which, quite frankly, may prove to be impossible, because there is proof that this hasn’t happened to some people, and yet they are somewhat functional members of society). My reaction was typically emotional and off the handle (**** hindsight for making me come to these realizations after the fact), and consisted of me sobbing over the fact that every single one of my dreams is now crushed, and I will die an even more crippled, unmarried virgin, because no one will ever love the girl who will likely be living with her parents until she’s in her 20s and doesn’t know how to speak to people without it being over the internet and relates more closely to fictional characters than actual people and is hopelessly in love with men who could be her father or grandfather.

I’ve developed a habit of becoming protective over people easily, most of whom I don’t even know, but still defend like a fierce mama bear (even though I am the furthest thing from fierce). This is out of nothing more than love, to be quite honest; there are just some people who I think are so endlessly brilliant and amazing, that bring so much sunshine and happiness into my life that I will defend them to the death. That just made me sound really desperate and pathetic, didn’t it? I am far too attached to some things/people for my own good. Not to sound like I’m begging for anyone’s pity, but I think part of the reason I love books and films and TV and music so much is because it makes me feel like I’m a part of something, like I matter enough to have someone’s story told to me. It makes me feel like I’m not alone in feeling a certain way or thinking certain things. The only downside to my slight obsession with these things is that after a certain point I wish I could somehow emulate these people; be more confident, more open, more comfortable in my skin, less awkward.

 

[KaiYves]

Do you have a link to that story, Mr. Hawkwood?

 

[Theodore Hawkwood]

To oblige you - KaiYves here it is. Rated T for Teen for violence and some adult themes: Relocated.

 

[LondonUnderground]

I never write and I'm just about to go out, so I'm just using the dis as a little notebook that I can use later xD

GREEN OAKS. remember that (;

 

[PlutosRHM55]

This thread is practically pulling on my shoulder. I really need to get back to writing my novel.

 

[LondonUnderground]

This was the last time the twins would see their parents.
Kidding.
The two twins, Charlotte and Sophie Campbell were very different. Charlotte was very quiet and reserved, whereas Sophie was loud and outgoing. They were from London, the centre hub of the United Kingdom. After many family discussions and persuading, they were going to a boarding school in Boston, Massachusetts. Charlotte was slightly apprehensive about leaving her family for a long time, and being 7 hours away from home. On the other hand, Sophie, who had done most of the persuading, was so excited she could burst.


yes.

i've got more, but it's a bit OT, it's like, set a few days before they're meant to leave (;
i thought i'd write about something i knew a lot about, boarding schools (st. clares and malory towers - i read them ALL the time, and i know a lot of people that go to boarding school.) and boston!

 

[MickeyisBeast]

This was the last time the twins would see their parents.
Kidding.
The two twins, Charlotte and Sophie Campbell were very different. Charlotte was very quiet and reserved, whereas Sophie was loud and outgoing. They were from London, the centre hub of the United Kingdom. After many family discussions and persuading, they were going to a boarding school in Boston, Massachusetts. Charlotte was slightly apprehensive about leaving her family for a long time, and being 7 hours away from home. On the other hand, Sophie, who had done most of the persuading, was so excited she could burst.


yes.

i've got more, but it's a bit OT, it's like, set a few days before they're meant to leave (;
i thought i'd write about something i knew a lot about, boarding schools (st. clares and malory towers - i read them ALL the time, and i know a lot of people that go to boarding school.) and boston!

Even though they're going to Boston... I like the name Charlotte. Because it's the city I was born in (;

 

[LondonUnderground]

ok, well i have the next bit.

Charlotte’s eyes snapped open, as her alarm went off. She rolled over, and looked at the bare walls. A few days ago, these walls were barely visible, covered with photos of her with her twin, family and friends, as well as posters. She hit the snooze button, pushed the covers aside, and padded over to her window seat. This was where she used to escape, and read. It was on the third floor, and you could see over London from here. She would miss home. She knew she had to think of the brighter things in life. She knew that she would make lots of new friends, and that summers would be hotter, and that Boston got a lot of snow in the winter. Charlotte loved snow. She put the TV on, and walked over to her wardrobe. She chose to wear her plaid shorts, polo shirt and her lightweight boyfriend cardigan. Then again, there wasn’t much in the wardrobe anyway, it had all been packed, and was in the hallway ready to be loaded into the car. She laid the clothes out on the bed, and walked to the bathroom, to have a shower.

 

[MickeyisBeast]

I’ve always been better than others. It’s not my fault, I just succeed easily. It may have to do with the fact that my parents are billionaires. Don’t worry, I’m not that full of myself. In fact, if you didn’t know me, you wouldn’t even know that my house is bigger than a mall. I don’t like to make a big deal of the fact that I’m super rich. Because I never did anything to get that money, I was just born into the family. It’s my dad, Robert North, who invested his money and started his own music company, North Hits, which is still around today. He earned his money through years of hard work, and look where he is today. My mother never had to work a day in her life, though. She was born to a wealthy family and married a wealthy man. She took a chance with my dad actually. When they married my dad was not rich, he was far from it. My mom lucked out when my dad hit it big.

So what am I, Taylor North, doing? Well, I’m packing. You see, my dad thinks that all this money will eventually get to my head as well as my older brother, Austin’s, head. He may be right about Austin, since having money is the way he gets a new girlfriend every week. That and his good looks. Austin has dark brown hair, like me, and ocean blue eyes, like me. We both have the same features, but he’s built more muscularly and he’s a good foot taller than me. Back to packing, I’m packing because my dad’s sending us away to live with our Uncle Richard in New York City. Uncle Richard is an artist and his paintings are just breath taking. There is at least one on each wall of our house.

Austin and I are being forced to spend a whole year in New York City with Uncle Richard. I don’t this is going to change anything, since we’re moving from our huge house in Ohio to a Condo in New York City with an amazing view. My first concern was school, but my dad told me we were to do the same thing I always do for school, have my own tutor. I’ll just have to get a new tutor in September, when school starts. I have a while to deal with that, because it’s only June.

“Taylor! Sweetie, come to the dining room!” A voice, which sounds just like my mother’s, rings from the intercom in my bedroom. I zip up my last suitcase, I have five in all. Can you blame me? I am spending a whole year in New York City. I walk down a flight of huge stairs and into the dining room where dinner has already been put onto the table. I take my seat across from Austin and take a bite of grilled chicken.

“Are you both packed?” My mother, Victoria, asks. It’s obvious Austin and I didn’t get our dark hair and bright eyes from my mother. My mom is very beautiful, with deep blonde hair and big brown eyes. But you couldn’t guess that we were related, just by looks. It’s my dad who we look identical to.


Yeah, so basically. Taylor and Austin go to New York City for a year, learn some stuff, meet some people, see loads of Yankee games (; and realize some life changing things.

 

[scarscar93]

I just wrote a rather depressing story.

About crayons.

I'm pretty proud of myself, I started a poem and finished a story today.

 

[KaiYves]

Cool, I'll check that fic out!

I will work on my story today, after I finish my homework.

 

[MickeyisBeast]

I believe that education is very important. With an education I can succeed in life; go to college and get a good job. Education is one of the major foundations of my life, and I try my best to do well with it. I am given the opportunity for an education, but I need to carry it out and do my best. I have the ability to do so, and that is what I think education is about.
English class is one of the classes that are most important to me. I feel like I will actually be using this stuff in life and that it will help me. Proper grammar is helpful for everyone; it is used with pretty much any job. As is vocabulary- I do not want to be in a meeting and have a co-worker say a word that I do not know what it means. That is just embarrassing, it distracts me, and I do not know exactly what they are talking about. When I grow up I want to become a teacher, so English will be a big part of my job. I not only need to know it, I need to be able to teach it, and so it needs to be taught to me well enough so that I understand it enough to teach it.
During this semester I plan to achieve my goal of getting straight A’s. I know it is going to be a challenge, and that I will have to work hard, but that is what school is all about. Trying your best and taking it to the max is what needs to be done if I am going to reach this goal. That means I am going to have to do a lot of studying, putting in extra effort on regular classwork, doing all of my homework, and paying attention in class. This goes for all four of my classes, not just English.
If there is one thing that I want to get from high school, it is an education. I believe that education is something you should work for. It is not something that can just be handed to you, and I think sometimes people take that for granted. If I am going to succeed, I need to work for it. So having an education handed to me isn’t how it is done. I need to work for it and show that I deserve it. There are countries on the other side of the world that don’t have the same opportunity people in the U.S.A. have. They do not always receive an education, if they are not rich enough then they do not get an education. In some countries, only boys are given an education, girls are taught how to keep a household at home. I hope that one day, the kids in those poorer and more populated countries will have a chance to get an education. The best thing that comes from those kids not all getting an education is that the ones who do receive the change for an education work hard at it because they know they are some of the lucky ones who get this chance.
After leaving high school I want to be remembered by my teachers as a hard worker. To be remembered as this I have to actually do it. And I do work hard and try my best, because like I said before, hard work is a key factor to achieving my goal. I also want to be remembered as a good listener. I need to work on this, because it is hard to focus during class sometimes and I cannot always remember all directions or things taught during lessons. I hope after I graduate that this will be true.
I stated earlier that after high school I want to become a teacher. To do this I need to do well in high school so I can get into college. I also need to do well in college so that I can get a good job. High school and college are just steps to a big staircase leading to my goal in life, to be happy. I want to be an elementary school teacher, so I would teach all different subjects. Although it would be elementary school, I do not need to know more advanced things (i.e. algebra, geometry, physics, and chemistry). Most things in English will be helpful to know even if I don’t teach the things in great detail, they will come up.


that's my english paper on education. i'm not done with it... it needs to be at least 3 pages and atm it's not even 2. Of course, most things in the paper are a lie, I don't care that much about education. But... yeah.

 

[scarscar93]

1 story finished this week.
1 poem finished.
2 poems started (not counting the finished one)

I'm on a roll, holy moly.

 

[I Am What I Am]

Argh.

Good news: I have an idea for a historical fiction short story.

Bad News: I cannot find any inspiration my other story.