Emily Rachelle Writes

Previous episode:  http://emilyrachellewrites.blogspot.com/2013/10/my-imaginary-boyfriend-episode-ten.html My favorite singer is Taylor Swift. I don't have a favorite song, or a favorite album. But I associate each individual song or album of hers with something particular - maybe an emotion, or an event, or a person. Some are more obvious connections. I can't listen to "Best Day" without imagining myself singing to my mom for Mother's Day or at my wedding. "I'm Only Me When I'm With You" may have lyrics featuring romance, but ever since watching the music video, it makes me think of my best friend Mikaela. Generally I get this vague idea of taking a road trip with her. I did that once. It changed my life. None of Taylor's songs or albums affect me more than Red. I will never hear Red - the song or any of the others from the album - without thinking of Rykel. Electric eyes that look like coming home, like the clear blue sky over my...

Previous episode:  http://emilyrachellewrites.blogspot.com/2013/10/my-imaginary-boyfriend-episode-nine-and.html  Four days pass before I hear back from Rykel. The first day, I pretend not to think about it. After all, Rykel's not exactly the most dependable or predictable sort of person. The second day, I send him a friendly little text, asking if he wants to make plans for some time this week. There's no reply. I'm a bit quiet and snippy the next day, and I know it. Stacia gives me my space. I spend most of my classes doodling in the margins of my notebook. It's five o'clock in the evening the next day when my phone vibrates in my pocket. I slip out the door of the school library and slide the phone open. Thirty minutes.

Previous episode:  http://emilyrachellewrites.blogspot.com/2013/10/my-imaginary-boyfriend-episode-eight.html Dizzy. So very dizzy. And nauseated. My entire body feels heavy. Everything aches and nothing will move. The room is hot, blazing hot. My mouth, dried out, tastes like metal and cotton. I gasp for breaths, but my chest barely moves.

It's here! It's here! It's finally here! Better late than never, eh? Previous episode:  http://emilyrachellewrites.blogspot.com/2013/09/my-imaginary-boyfriend-episode-seven.html "Are you sure this is a good idea?" "Sure it is. Nobody comes out here this time of night." Rykel pulls my bobby pin out of the lock and hands it to me with a grin, shadowy in the lack of moonlight or streetlamps. I slide it back into the back of my French braid. I fiddle with the thin strap of my purse hanging over the shoulder of my faded black Hunger Games t-shirt. "But is it safe? I mean, there's no security cameras or... or alarms, or anything?"

Previous episode:  http://emilyrachellewrites.blogspot.com/2013/08/my-imaginary-boyfriend-episode-six.html  "Do we have to do this now?  I thought we were going to eat first." I giggle and grab Rykel's hand, dragging him across the parking lot.  "Come on, it will only take a few minutes.  She probably has class soon or something anyway.  I just want to introduce you." The wind whips my hair around my face, wrapping it around my glasses and catching it on my lip gloss.  I repeatedly tug the strands away with my free hand and straighten my brown and blue plaid button-up shirt over the top of my jeans.  I love fall; all my cutest clothes work best with the crisp weather and defined colors around me.  I glance back at the boy behind me. Rykel, of course, will always be Rykel.  I'm beginning to wonder if he even owns more than five t-shirts, all of them ripped in some way.  He definitely can't own more than three or four pairs...

Previous episode:  http://emilyrachellewrites.blogspot.com/2013/08/my-imaginary-boyfriend-episode-five.html   My stomach and cheeks ache and my throat is scratchy from the salty popcorn, but I can't stop laughing.  Rykel's scratchy laugh joins mine and I bask in the wonderful feeling of just being together. "Did you-"  I suck in a breath.  "Did you see the look on her face - in the airport scene?  She was just like - Oh man, that was awful!  She is such a terrible actress."  My words dissolve into giggles, and I ignore the other patrons in the theater lobby glaring in our direction.  I can't help it if they came to a terrible horror movie to actually be scared.  I'm here to have fun! "That part when the alien came out was way worse!  We're in the twenty-first century.  There's this thing called CGI.  Those people clearly don't know how to use it." Rykel slips his warm, strong hand into mine and, still laughing, w...

Previous episode:  http://emilyrachellewrites.blogspot.com/2013/08/my-imaginary-boyfriend-episode-four.html I'm leaving my final class for the day when my phone vibrates.  Mikaela texts me about once a week at least, so I figure it's probably her.  We haven't talked much since we got back from our Gatlinburg road trip.  However, I'm surprised to see Rykel's name pop up on the screen.  He hasn't contacted me since our first date four nights ago; I texted him the next morning just to say hi but I wasn't sure if I should try again since he never responded. Meet me at five.  Coffee shop.  Wear something nice, sweetheart.  - Rykel I bite my lip as a smile tugs at my cheeks.  I check the time - 4:15.  I have forty-five minutes to get ready.  Maybe my roommate will let me borrow that top she wore last night.  It's the perfect color for me and we're the same size.

Today we have the actual author of Conductives and creator of Rykel , my friend SJ Aisling , here with a very special installment of My Imaginary Boyfriend !  Words cannot describe how awesome it is to have the original author of a work love your fanfiction this much. Previous episode:  http://emilyrachellewrites.blogspot.com/2013/08/my-imaginary-boyfriend-episode-three.html Hey everyone! I'm Stacia Joy, and I'm here today by the request of Emily to guest post about her fanfic of my WIP scifi/paranormal trilogy, Conductive . She wrote the fanfic for the writing/art contest I'm hosting at my blog (there are still some entry slots left!), and I've had a lot of fun reading her take on my character Rykel. So much fun, in fact, I found myself HAVING to write a scene in response to what'd she'd written! And, naturally, I was delighted when she asked me to share this scene with you all! * * * "Um, Rykel, who was that girl you brought to the gala last n...

Any of you, my lovely readers, who hoped to see more of Rykel's and my story owe this new Saturday series to the clamoring of my mom and best friend who convinced me to finish.  Huge thanks to S.J. Aisling , actual author/creator of Rykel and his real  story, Conductives .  S.J. and I are friends and she's not only agreed that this series is a good idea - she's willing to read the pieces before they're live and possibly throw in an installment or two of her own!  So, without further ado... Episode three of My Imaginary Boyfriend , a Conductives fanfiction series by Emily Rachelle with help from the author, S.J. Aisling. Previous episode:  http://emilyrachellewrites.blogspot.com/2013/07/my-imaginary-boyfriend-episode-two-five.html I laugh.  Considering how little I know about this tattoo-sporting, motorcycle-driving, secret-identity guy, I ought to be a little wary.  But something in Rykel's electric blue eyes grinning at me makes joy ...

You can read Heart Torn in Two  and follow to keep up with the latest chapters on Fanfiction.net . The Playlist On Pinterest see the whole board go to the pinterest board to find the photos' original sources  

See the contest this is for here:  http://sjaisling.wordpress.com/2013/07/01/artwriting-contest-when-imaginary-worlds-collide/ Read my first entry (and the first part of this story) here:  http://emilyrachellewrites.blogspot.com/2013/07/my-imaginary-boyfriend-episode-one.html See even more of Rykel at his interview follow-up, where most of the questions are mine! Haha check it out:  http://sjaisling.wordpress.com/2013/07/27/ask-rykel/ It so happens that the first 150-ish words of this story (the portion that can be seen before the jump) are also my entry into this contest:  http://goteenwriters.blogspot.com/2013/07/new-writing-contest-ive-never-been-type.html  I've never been the type of girl to say yes to just any boy.  I have a list exactly thirty items long that every potential date must meet - not to mention highly conservative parents. You can see how holding hands with Jack Brant Rykel at a glam celebrity party is as great a shock to me a...

Hello, my lovely readers!  How is your Saturday morning?  I know today ought to be a new DIY Party Diva, but I've gotten bored with that series, and when you're bored then blogging is no fun and your readers can tell.  Instead, I've decided to use Saturdays like I do Tuesdays and Thursdays for now - writing about whatever strikes my fancy rather than starting a new series.  For today, I'd like to share a little something I wrote last week.  It's not your usual short story - in fact, there are no original characters of mine in it, but it's not a fanfiction, either!  (Not technically.)  It's an entry into my friend S.J's writing and art contest . ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I strap my helmet on and wrap my hands around his waist.  He grins back at me.  "Ready, ginger?" I laugh.  "Ready as I'll ever be!" He revs up the engine and pushes off.  Wind rushes past my face and I laugh, giddy with the speed and excitement of riding a motorc...

Have you heard the news?  I'm writing a fanfiction!  This is no one-shot or hastily posted fluff piece, either - no, I'm in this for the long haul!  But I've already told you about the fanfiction.  Today I'll let the readers speak for me! Here's what the reviews on Fanfiction.net are saying: Omigosh finally a decent suspian fic! You are amazing and I can't wait for more! :) ~ HarryPotterNut94 This is AWESOME! Can't wait for more ~ A.Gabrielle-Katherine Oh my gosh I lovvvvve this so much! I've always preferred the movie-verse and the Suspian is so well written! I can just hear his accent holy crap. And Susan's sad mysterious understated natural beauty just radiates from her. The archer queen has returned! Can't wait for more! ~ Trapped In Narnia This is interesting. A very different, deeper take on the series. I like it! ~ Alexa Skywalker And here's what some fellow writers - of fanfiction and original works alike - have to say: ...

Some of you, my lovely readers, may remember a fanfiction I've mentioned a few times recently, titled  Heart Torn in Two .  You see, I'm currently working on a  Prince Caspian  movie fanfiction centered around Susan and Caspian's relationship.  Now, before the book purists and canon keepers groan or tune me out, give me a chance.  This is not your ordinary Suspian romance. Source

Happy Tuesday morning, my lovely readers!  As you read this I'm off having adventures at the WILDS Christian summer camp in the absolutely beautiful mountains of North Carolina.  You should definitely stop by the website and check it out.  One of the best ways you can spend your summer, trust me. ;) Anyway, another thing I've been doing lately is writing a Narnia fanfiction.  As some of you know, I've fiddled around with fanfiction before but not much.  With this piece I'm jumping right in to the fanfiction world - writing for one of the biggest fandoms and writing a piece longer than a oneshot! For those of you interested, you can read the first installment (it's short) or stop by my profile .  I'm working with Susan The Gentle on a YouTube trailer which, due to her amazing Suspian (Susan/Caspian) video skills, will hopefully be amazing.  I also created a YouTube playlist for music that goes with this piece. And, while some p...

I'm really excited about today, my lovely readers, because I'm finally getting to try something on this blog that I've planned for a while - a contest! Who: Anyone, from any country, follower or non-follower, all ages. What: Christmas talent contest! When: Today through midnight, December 27. Where: Email all entries to newyorksnowflake (at) gmail (dot) com. No attachments, please.   All entries must be in the body of the email. How /Rules: Send me any photo, scanned/photographed artwork, poem, story, song, etc. that is original and PG- or G-rated .  You may enter multiple forms of work (i.e, a photo and a story), but you may not enter more than one of the same format (i.e, two stories).  Each entry must be a separate email.  Stories must be 300 words or less .  (I'll be a bit lenient for a few words over, but please respect my time and do your best to stick to that limit.)  Since this is a Christmas contest, entries must be winter or holi...

Recently I posted a miniseries of an Ever After movie fanfiction I'd written.  It was followed by requests for more fanfictions, which I actually don't usually write.  Only about a year ago, I was most firmly opposed to fanfiction in general as a terrible waste of time and usually awful quality of writing.  That's beside the point, though, and since I've discovered the true drive behind writers of fanfiction - the pure fun of it, which I tend to lose sight of in all my writing - I've written three.  Here is my second, a much shorter work based off my favorite Taylor Swift music video. You duck under the branch, careful not to let the oil spill from the lantern. Holding it a safe distance from your hair and dress, you continue your quiet path to the cherub statue. He reaches it just before you do. When he sees you, he smiles and you feel like your corset tightens on its own. He looks so wonderful, standing by the lilacs with his black tailcoat unbuttoned and ...

Read Part One here , Part Two here, Part Three here, and Part Four here.  Also, don't forget to return on Thursday to find out who won the contest! The day after the ball, Danielle struggled to hide her fatigue. She managed to pass the Baroness's suspicion, and the next day Marguerite and the Baroness left to call on a courtier who they met at the ball. Jacqueline, Gustave, and Danielle took this opportunity to sit in the attic and discuss the excitement. "I was so worried! When Mother came to fetch me, and I went to warn you - I could not find you anywhere! Then I thought perhaps you had gone already, but Gustave came to me to ask if I had seen you. Wherever were you?" Danielle sighed. She didn't want to share her conversation with the prince, but she had nothing to hide. There was no reason not to tell. "I met the prince."

Read Part One here , Part Two here , and Part Three here .  Don't forget about the contest!  First person to correctly guess both what this is a fanfiction of (easy part) and how this fanfiction ends (i.e, what sets this apart from simply a novelization of the movie) will receive an ecopy of Saving Mars , Cidney Swanson's new book, provided by Cidney herself.* The winner will be announced on August 23. Open to all readers, all ages, all countries. The luxury of a carriage ride made it seem a much shorter ride than it was. All too soon Danielle and Gustave were pulling up to the palace. Gustave jumped down from the driving seat to help Danielle out of the carriage. He spoke quickly and quietly to her as he did, not letting go of her hand even after she was safely on the ground. "Remember, Elly, you mustn't let the Baroness or Marguerite too close. If anyone asks about your invitation, you're a guest of Jacqueline's. I doubt it will come to that, tho...

Read Part One here and Part Two here.  Don't forget about the contest! First person to correctly guess both what this is a fanfiction of (easy part) and how this fanfiction ends (i.e, what sets this apart from simply a novelization of the movie) will receive an ecopy of Saving Mars , Cidney Swanson's new book, provided by Cidney herself.* The winner will be announced on August 23. Open to all readers, all ages, all countries. The next day, Danielle took the hog to find truffles in the woods. She decided to take a swim in the lake, and returned home late as a result. When she did arrive, she found Margeurite and Jacqueline playing dice in the living room. "Somebody's in trouble," Marguerite sang softly. Danielle glanced quizzically at Jacqueline, but the Baroness chose that moment to burst into the room. She clasped onto Danielle's ear and thrust her into the nearest chair. "You stupid, stupid girl! How dare you do this to me! To Marquerit...