Renesmee Cullen Diary Contest

Hello there!

Here are the official rules and intructions for participants.
In this contest, I'll have my readers be the writers. So all you aspiring authors, this is your chance! The topic will be about the mysterious "nomad" that is "passing through."
Unfortunately, we cannot see the "nomad" through Nessie's eyes. In this contest, I'll have you write in the "nomad's" point of view. You may include your own personal touches such as a name for her.
To help you out, I've typed up a "cheat sheet" including info of what we already know about this "nomad" to use as you write.

• The nomad has curly blond hair
• The nomad is a female
• The nomad is described as being beautiful like any other immortal
• She is claimed to be just a nomad passing through
• Nessie has continous blurry visions of her
• Nessie fears the worst for her family when they are attempting to confront the nomad
• In Nessie's visions, the nomad has her voice
• According to Renesmee's visions, the nomad is hunting/searching for something
• Nessie believes that the nomad wants to play games instead of just killing her instantly
• The nomad once tried to lure Nessie in by singing (with Nessie's own voice!)

So who is this nomad? And what is she doing in New Hampshire? Near the Cullens? Is she asking for trouble? Or fishing for something else? Only you can decide in this contest.

1. Write a diary entry as though you were this nomad. You may make up traits or anything as you please. However, you must comply to what I've already written. (Ex: Writing that the nomad has brown hair instead of blonde would not be true to what I've already stated).

2. You may write in the past or present tense. This also means you can write what is happening before the nomad reaches the Cullens, or while the nomad is confronted by the Cullens or after.

3. Your entry must be at least 500 words. It cannot be more than a 1,000 words.

4. There will be no copying other's work. Any copied entry will automatically be eliminated from this contest.

5. Your entry cannot contain any profanity.

6. Finish your entry with a title.

7. Have fun!

I decided that there will be three winners. Each will recieve a T-shirt; one with a Cullen, the other with the wolfpack, and the third will have a Volturi design. Each winner will receive a special letter response from me about his/her entry along with an autograph.

All entries must be submitted in by November 13th, or they cannot be accounted.

You may send in your entry through this site by sending in a link or through email (nesssdiary@hotmail.com). You can also send in the entries any other way you'd like, just send me a valid link.

Thank you all so much for your support, I'm sure I'll love them all....and may the best Twi-Hard win!

Renesmee Photo Contest Prize Entry-Dazzle Me

Dear Diary,

I hummed silently to myself as I awaited for Jake's arrival. Although Nadia had ruined some of the trip, I wanted to hear the fun part.

I was waiting in a meadow in the forest for Jacob to get dressed after phasing back into human. My dad sure did feel guilty for my absence on the camping trip because he was allowing me to spend two hours alone with Jacob.

Jacob covered my eyes with his hands and sat behind me on the dewey grass.

"So, what happened on the trip?" I asked to stop myself from giggling to his gesture.

"Well we roasted hot dogs, told scary stories, and made S'mores by the camp fire. It took us the entire day to get to the camp site,"

"Well I know I missed out on a ton of fun,"

"Nahh, it wasn't fun without you," I blushed to him comment, but hid my face in his chest.

He nodded towards my guitar.

"So, I hear Edward gave you a guitar, finally. Did he teach you anything, yet?"

"Well, just Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. But believe me I started to write something in your honor." I picked through my ruffled handbag for my sheet music.

"Ahh here it is-"

"What's it called?" Jacob asked, peering over the paper. I frowned.

I didn't have a title for it because I've only composed two verses and I was very nervous to share it with him. What would he think? I didn't want to embarrass myself, either. I had sang in front of the entire pack and the Cullens on Father's Day and my father's birthday. Everyone complimented me, but for some reason I was even more nervous to sing in front of Jacob than twenty people. I guess it was because I felt I wrote another corny love song. I didn't want to seem like a young, niave girl in love with some crazy boy. But at the same time, wasn't I (except Jake wasn't crazy)?

"I didn't title it because I didn't even write a quarter of it." He shrugged as if he really wanted me to perform.

"Can't you just sing what you have? The song you wrote for your father didn't sound like a seven year old wrote it, so you're good to go." He set a playful grin on his face.

But I was still too nervous and uncomfortable to laugh at his joke.

I molded my palms to his cheeks to project images of me writing the song sometime later. I also presented images of me singing off key and him laughing. He pulled my hands off my face, and frowned in disappointment.

"I wouldn't laugh at you. You sing beautifully and gracefully. Honestly, it's the most beautiful voice I've ever heard. Of course I sing much better, but anyway trust me, Mariah Carey should be jealous." His persistant jokes calmed me down and I found myself giggling the entire time.

We settled for a quick play of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, to which he applauded. I was glad, and we chatted up a storm of discussion about our future.

And when I thought Jake forgot about my song, he didn't. But he did promise that he would give me time to finish the song before I sang it to him.

Before our final departure, we ended the hour with a dazzling kiss that should make Nadia jealous.

It took me a lot of willpower, but I eventually learned to forgive, Nadia. Nadia was only human and I could feel her pain. Leaving your crush behind and then suddenly you come back into his life and he's taken. And Nadia didn't understand exactly that he was actually mine forever, which made even more guilt seep into my dear heart. But this did not change that I still held a grudge against her either. What she did was wrong. Nadia knew I was Jacob's girlfriend and she had no right to kiss my boyfriend.

Thank you, Allison Hofland for sending a wonderful photo of me.

With love (always),

Renesmee Cullen

New Beginnings

Dear Diary,

I honestly couldn't stop the shaking and nervousness I had felt after sending that text message to Jake. He did say that he loved me, but I still felt uneasy.

It was about time to hop into bed when I heard the slamming of the front door and my mother ranting on about something. I heard daddy yell back. They were forming one of those rare fights that they had when they were both realy infuriated about something. I wondered what it was about, I mean I didn't like it when they fought. The last time they fought was when I looked about six years old. I don't reckon I remember what it was about, but it was something that triggered them to fight nonstop.

I didn't like them bickering like this. And I knew that they kept their senses because they wouldn't yell loud enough that a human ear could hear it, basically me. Carlisle came to the scene, and like my parents I couldn't quite make-out what he was saying, but I knew it was him speaking. I imagined he was trying to settle the argument, making peace and calm occupy it's normal place with my parents. Mom transferred her cold, harsh voice into a more subtle one. My parents had fought about something, and Carlise had resolved it. I'm bound to find out what it is tomorrow.

The next morning, I find myself sitting at the kitchen counter nibbling on corn flakes. I drank my occasional glass of blood. My parents were quiet; Daddy was reading the newspaper and Mommy was glued to her book. Not a word was said. I was afriad that they were still brittle with one another. So after breakfast I made my way into the living room and peered into my father's paper. He grinned as soon as he saw me.

"Good morning, Ness." He kissed my forehead.

Mommy didn't respond joyfully to this as I had hoped. Why wasn't she happy with my father's greeting? Maybe she thought I was ignoring her or something.

"Good morning, mom." I flashed her a smile.

"Good morning, darling." She said returning a grin like dad.

So, I wasn't going to get anything out of them. The fight must have been between them, but from the looks of it my mom was angry at my dad for doing something. I decided it was time to see Jake, as I was anticipating all night. I was nervous, yet excited.

As soon as I got to Jake's house that he shares with the pack, I was already drowning in anxiety. Emily answered the door and smells of fried bacon and eggs entered my nostrils.

After I greeted Emily and the rest of the pack, Jake had already hoarsed down his breakfast, that was more than enough for two grown human men. He seemed more happy than nervous to see me. He led me to the front porch, where there was one of those bench swings.

"Are you busy today?" I asked, hoping we could do something together.

"Well, not really....."

"So, want to hike with me today?" I wasn't allowed to hike in the woods on my own. It was a clear rule that my parents set for me. I had to have a werewolve or a vampire that my parents trusted at all times with me. My parents, and Jacob I imagined, feared the worst of me hiking on my own.

"Actually Ness, I can't."

"Patrol with the pack, I forgot." Frown lines of disappointment appeared on my face.

"No, it's not that....Your father, Edward....He...."
Did this have something to do with my parents fight last night? Did my dad do something to Jacob? Panick struck my face.

"Edward broke a few ribs and gave me a black eye. The black eye quickly disappeared, but Doc Carlisle wants me to take it easy today for the ribs..."

My poor Jakie. What had my father done to Jacob?!?!!? Oh, if my father thought my mother was the only one fighting back, he doesn't know what's going to hit him....but then again he will because of my thoughts and Alice. That explains my mother's disatisfaction with my dad's morning greeting.

Fury flourished my face and I was determined to somehow avenge my dad.

And for the first time I reached my hand out to Jacob's cheek and held it there.

"I'm so sorry. I can stay here with you until you get better." I offered with a sympathetic smile.

"I'm already feeling better."

I hadn't realized this, but I somehow managed to move myself closer to him, and planted an ever so perfect kiss.

Read my next entry next week. Thanks for reading! If I get enough fans the owner of Bella's Diary will soon see this and maybe post it on her site, (hopefully)! Oh and I'm coordinating with Jacob's Diary, so I'll write what happens after Jacob's entry and Jacob's entry will be what happens after my entry.