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Annie.G

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Shortlisted for Sony Young Movellist of the Year Award with 'Mendacii Key'
Nominee for 2012 Movellys 'Most Helpful Movellian'
Silver in Picture Prompt Competition with 'Beautiful Black Rock'
Winner of 'Reviewing 2012' Competition
Poem 'Stars' published with 'Miracle e-zine'
Novel 'Elevea's Child' published on the World Book Day YA App

Hi everyone! I'm Annie;
I've been on Movellas for a year and my best pastime is checking out new movellas and movellians, as I like to make everyone feel welcome. I am open to any genres, but still favour poetry! <3
I live in the U of the K and am currently 15. I love music and anything creative. Honestly, talk to me, ask questions on my blog and I am happy to read whatever you request. Feedback is my strong point, and I always try to give constructive criticism, otherwise it's not worth me reading the movella at all!
Be inspired, be creative, and love what you've got.

My Movellas (16)

My Mumbles (33)

  • Young Movellist

    Annie.GI'm still a bit in shock about the Sony young Movellist of the year shortlist, I really can't believe it! Thank you sooo much everyone for helping me out, I seriously could not have done it without you. All the other shortlisters are absolutely fantastic and I feel very humbled to be there with them. We will be attending the award ceremony in London on July 15th, where I will get to meet the others and the movellas team, so that is extremely exciting as well.
    I cannot wait to read the winner! I'm sure everyone's ravenous by now...
    Just wanted to say thank you to EVERYONE, well done to every single person who entered and congratulations to the other shortlisted authors.
    Keep writing ;) xxx
    Love2writeCONGRATS!!!!!!!!!! :D You did so well and you're such an amazing writer! :D Good luck x1000000000. :D xx

  • Poem!

    Annie.GThought I might share another poem with y'all today, I'm in a good mood :)
    Father's Pond:

    My father's pond was his pride.
    Every Sunday he would scoop out the leaves
    and tend to the aquatic Fauna and Flora
    and spend hours stooped over the gurgling waters

    to observe the squirming invertebrates,
    hands plunged into the carefully proportioned flowerbeds
    bordering, to remove any weedy invaders,
    surrounded by the incandescent army of colour.

    My father's pond danced with life
    that thrived and died like a continuous domino,
    the pond's young cheeks ever rounded
    with the innocent smiling.

    The shallows glowed with golden sunlight
    when she was pleased with the world;
    her darkened fingers clasped the water
    as she mourned the day and her silence.

    My father did not see this:
    he was her Sunday visitor,
    the Pastor, the snails might say
    or the bright, admiring tourist, returned annually.

    For what we all saw was a year gone by
    when the amber fish that chided there
    grew slowly pale, wearied,
    one by one were floating to the sky.

    When all dead the pond froze for the winter,
    and so we thought its life had come: and gone.
    That spring, as Papa's pride thawed,
    out swum a timid thing into the shallows -

    grey, small, unsure of the world.
    The next week it was joined by another, and more.
    Soon father's pond was a thriving fishery again
    and every Sunday he would proudly observe them.

    He called them survivors:
    for they were valiant little things,
    soon gold like their parents and lively too,
    the pond their haven, their deity my father.

    And so my father's pride ebbed and flowed
    like the domino of life in his pond
    and the little fish, as they swum in the joyful paradise,
    slowly forgot that they knew not their parents.
    E.H.Weaver:), may you (if you have time) check out my movellas and fan if you enjoy :D
    LittleMissFudgeGirlThis poem is absolutely brilliant, you have a real talent. :):)

  • ALERT: NEW POETRY COMPETITION

    Annie.G


    For all you poets out there: bringing you the new Micro Poetry Competition from the Young People Project of Miracle Magazine. Head over to here to submit your entries:
    http://theyoungpeopleproject.tumblr.com/..

    We can't wait to hear from you!

  • Poem for the Day

    Annie.GHi guys, this poem I'm going to share is a very special poem. I wrote it at the beginning of last week, the day my school lost one of our students to cancer. He had been fighting for 18 months, and just when we thought he was better, it got worse, and too soon we had to say goodbye. His funeral was yesterday, which was one of the most touching and moving school events and I will hold it with me for the rest of my life.
    God bless you Niall Mellis and may you rest in peace xxx

    Where have the days gone?
    For they are short:
    short days in a lawn of endless blades;
    yet you can see beginnings and endings of grass,
    and these days, I see nothing.

    An adventure, we were told:
    on an adventure.
    It did not matter we could see no end
    for it was his journey, his world, his life.
    Even he could see no end; only we do now.

    He could see something,
    we were told,
    to take him to a new adventure:
    a timeless one marked only by the transition
    from this to the next.

    Surely it is an adventure?
    Days without ends
    seem adventurous enough for this trek;
    more numerous than those blades of grass;
    hardly lonely with adventurers already gone.

    He’ll make them laugh,
    they said,
    even if he can no longer cheer us.
    Keep smiling, they comforted. But why?
    He’s on an adventure, and I can no longer count the days.

    Kenzie..This is beautiful :)
    Annie.GThanks! This poem was a way for me to channel some of the shock and really try and sum up everything my school has been through, not to mention Niall. I like to think of him going off somewhere to have even more fun than in this life :) xx
    H. E. SheehanHey, Annie :) Please check out my story and give me any tips/ideas? Thank you! x
    LittleMissFudgeGirlThis is so emotional, i'm sorry to you and your school that you lost a student a such a young age, when he had hardly even started his life yet. I hope to that he is having a better time in the next life too.

  • A Poem a Day!

    Annie.GHi there dudes.
    As many of you may very well know it is that dreaded exam season... 20 GCSE's in the next month and a half and obviously I am going a little insane here. Therefore, I decided I need a strategy to stop me from going completely mad. I've been inspired a lot recently by poetry and thus my new motto was born: A poem a day keeps the doctor away.
    Hence, I am writing one poem every day until my exams start. There's an awful lot of poems already, so instead of making hundreds of new movellas, I have decided to entertain all you lot on the mumbling wall with a small selection every now and then. Here's today's (sorry, it's a bit depressing!) :D

    Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
    For sleeping lions don’t talk.
    Little Miss Muppet was also afraid:
    Just ask the grand old Duke of York.

    “When I grow up…”
    Pause.
    I wanted to be a –
    Hesitation.

    Twinkle, twinkle little star
    Like Hickory Dickory Dock.
    Perhaps Goldilocks will pay a visit
    Or has Bo Peep lost her flock?

    Let me sing you a song.
    Breath.
    Have you seen the children?
    - Voices Now.

    Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
    For sleeping lions don’t talk.
    Little Miss Muppet was also afraid:
    Just ask the grand old Duke of York.

    Why don't you try and join me with this challenge? I can tell you what, I'm pretty pleased with the standard of poetry I'm producing as well as the quantity - I think it'll be worth it!
    Keep creative my darlings, even through all the exam stress. We can do it together xxx

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