Write or Die

This site is actually hilarious. You're given a time limit, and a word count to hit, then it gives you a blank page to start writing. If you set it to "evil", when you're inactive for about a few seconds, the page keeps getting a darker and darker shade of red until you start typing again, and then turns white again. There are different settings, such as "forgiving", "strict" and then "evil" - but it is one sure way to keep you writing, because you want to try and keep the screen as white as possible! Even if that means typing in commas constantly so that you can try and think.
(http://writeordie.drwicked.com/)

OAC
- "Not all who wander are lost."

Excerpt:

“Can we... talk?” I asked tentatively, my own confidence flying out the window as soon as he nodded firmly. He tried to sit down again at the table, but I shook my head quickly and gestured towards the open door that led outside.

Wordlessly, he followed me, ignoring how the eyes of the lunch room turned to stare at us – especially the table in the corner. Even Ashley had stopped listening to her music.

I stopped by the brick wall that ran around the outside of the tarmac playground, and I breathed in deeply, before turning to face him. The intensity that I’d seen in the lunchroom had disappeared from his eyes, and all that was left was who he truly was; vulnerable, uncertain and withdrawn.

“You wanted to talk,” he prompted quietly.

I bit down on my lip, struggling to find the right words. “I just think... that maybe you need to find another friend.”

“You don’t want to sit with me anymore?”

“That’s not it!” I said sharply, before sighing in frustration. I turned away from him slightly, one hand gripping the brick wall for support. “I didn’t phrase it right. I think that you need to be able to call someone else your friend – other than just me.”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he took a step towards me and rested his hand gently against my shoulder. “Emmy, I don’t want another friend.”

“What if I’m sick one day for school? What if Sebastian really does talk to me and he does like me? I can’t leave you alone Adam, knowing that you’ll just be sat there in the lunch room all by yourself!”

He took another step forward so that both his hands were holding my shoulders. “Stop worrying,” he murmured. I turned around to face him, my eyebrows sloping downward into a frown. He pulled lightly and teasingly on the end of my pigtail. “You know me. Being by myself always suits me better.”

“Doesn’t that thought make you lonely?”

“Not lonely,” he smiled, “just independent.”

“If you say so,” I sighed reluctantly, but before I could avert my gaze back down towards the floor, he put a finger underneath my chin and brought up back up to face him. I shivered slightly at the contact.

“I don’t say so, I know so,” he said smugly, regaining the confidence that he would only dare to show around me.