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Jun 3, 2008 16:37:37 GMT -5
Post by Ariessya on Jun 3, 2008 16:37:37 GMT -5
This is where you can share your writings. For anything. (IJ...) I think it'll be cool to hear [oops...i mean read] other peoples work ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Okay, so I had this sort of emotional crack today during Geography and I was passing notes to my best friend. I referred to a three-walled room with no door but a really high window. But I'm searching for a ladder, which is my way out. She suggested that I just take a sledge hammer. Tonight I sent her an email, and I thought that the metaphors I used were pretty cool. (BTW this is not the entire email and I am deleting names so that it doesn't get awkward.) It's probably my perspective that's turning this around, but I can't seem to find the ladder to get to window; the way out of this three-walled room. If I get out of the room my way, ploughing through the wall and not taking care, I will hurt the person on the outside (you) and most likely me. Then where would we be? There'll be a hole in my room, yes, but there's a bleeding [best friend] on the floor and a confused [Aries] standing there, unsure of what the right thing to do is. Will she help her friend and sacrifice going back into the room? Or will she leave her friend and prance over to where her Prince Charming is awaiting? And so, I'd be back in the beginning. You see how that works? Your solution to getting out of the room kills people, [best friend]. I think it'd be better if I stayed in my room, where your heart is safe from all sorts of hammers, and where I can stare at the bleak, grey slab of drywall, looking for my ladder. I'm sure Prince Charming will find a way to get me through the window... or get a steamroller, destroying the room forever. That is what I need, but so far there's been no luck...What do you think of my weird kind of look on life at the moment? It's weird how my mind works at times like these......
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Jun 3, 2008 16:42:39 GMT -5
Post by Darkie on Jun 3, 2008 16:42:39 GMT -5
Sooooo, what's this about? Writing stories or something? I have a few ideas for storywriting, cause I did lots of it when I joined the Lethal Rethals.
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Jun 4, 2008 20:00:27 GMT -5
Post by ij6565 on Jun 4, 2008 20:00:27 GMT -5
Balance Movement of Liberty For those forever lost in death's turmoil. Your soul hath been bound to his cold clutch. Doth the darkness warm you as it should not? The divine arrow hath peirced the veil of darkness to free you, only to be blocked by fallen wings. Dispair your new warmth, sadness your new joy, should these things be? Hath you given away your will? Your light is lost... waiting and longing to be found, it is trapped in doubt's chest. Have you no faith? Yet your heart's darkness wonders where joy hath gone. You have made your world only to burn hope. Your happiness hath become bloodlust spilling the blood of those near to your heart. Hath this become your norm? No. Spread thy wings, undiscovered. Break away from the fallen and death. Let life's warm embrace restore thine broken spirit. Return to the light, and be free of darkness' chains. Let your flaws fall away as you soar. May these words free those lost in deaths turmoil. ~IJ
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Jun 4, 2008 22:01:43 GMT -5
Post by †Lak† on Jun 4, 2008 22:01:43 GMT -5
In my Dreams. . . . . .I am flying.Soaring High above the Clouds, Dancing through their Wispy Softness. The Sun Shines upon my Face, Warm, Loving, and Inviting.
I Glow in the Radiance, And Shine in Tune with the Dawn. I am Loved, and Needed, And I Delight in the Wind Beneath Me.
But the it All Changes. The Sky Grows Ominous, And the Sun Turns Away, Leaving Me in the Dark and Cold.
And Then, I Fall.
I Am Cast Down.
And I Always Wake Up. . .
. . .With Blood on My Hands.
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Jun 4, 2008 22:18:25 GMT -5
Post by ij6565 on Jun 4, 2008 22:18:25 GMT -5
Thats pretty good Lak heres something else I've written Balance Movement of Torment For those of unwritten ears, The torment her soul endures is but strengthened by those of lies. He has but tormented her more through deceit. Lo, the destroyer has manisfested itself in humans... hate, an undying curse, hath clutched many souls in its claws, all to find no escape from its grasp. All nature weeps with her, for it suffers the same. To sorrow of the one winged angel has choked her and refuses to leave. While the fires of anger burn her feet. Like her soul's hope was shattered by sorrow's hammer and chained by the lies of hatred. The light of joy and the key of time shall once again heal her broken spirit. The cold touch of the black robed reaper hath clutched her... it has drawn closer. She calls out for salvation only to find that none but those she holds in the depths of her heart running to her. The blood of sorrow hath stained her whtie robe, like the test of us, remaining in our soul forever. her beloved friends pick up the peices of her shattered soul and pierce through lies' chain to reach her. Happiness and hope are once again restored, but soon Lost. These are the thoughts of those of unwritten ears. ~IJ
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Post by Bill E312 MD on Jun 5, 2008 5:48:16 GMT -5
Here's something I worked on for the last 30 minutes. Rains and Fire. Centuries of conflict tormented the tribes. Rains and Fire devastated everything in their path for dominance. The people moved from place to place, seeking to avoid the war and peace. Fire burns everything and consumes all while growing stronger all the time. Rain spattered down on all under the sky, extending their territory and thus, power. Common people have nothing to their name. No land, no food, no life, no soul... As the war rages on, the Fire and Rain discover one thing- that their war was forged by a greater hand. They tried to track it, but to no avail. Rain royalty began to care for the people, while the Fire royalty opened a path for the people to survive. Just as the people thought that there would be peace, the greater hand creeped into the Rain and Fire royalties. War reigned on once again, and the people looked to the sky, and cursed the heavens. ~Written exclusively by Bill MD.
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Jun 5, 2008 14:54:18 GMT -5
Post by Ariessya on Jun 5, 2008 14:54:18 GMT -5
Thats pretty good Lak heres something else I've written Balance Movement of Torment For those of unwritten ears, The torment her soul endures is but strengthened by those of lies. He has but tormented her more through deceit. Lo, the destroyer has manisfested itself in humans... hate, an undying curse, hath clutched many souls in its claws, all to find no escape from its grasp. All nature weeps with her, for it suffers the same. To sorrow of the one winged angel has choked her and refuses to leave. While the fires of anger burn her feet. Like her soul's hope was shattered by sorrow's hammer and chained by the lies of hatred. The light of joy and the key of time shall once again heal her broken spirit. The cold touch of the black robed reaper hath clutched her... it has drawn closer. She calls out for salvation only to find that none but those she holds in the depths of her heart running to her. The blood of sorrow hath stained her whtie robe, like the test of us, remaining in our soul forever. her beloved friends pick up the peices of her shattered soul and pierce through lies' chain to reach her. Happiness and hope are once again restored, but soon Lost. These are the thoughts of those of unwritten ears. ~IJ I love this poem! I remember you showed it to me! hehe Here is something I wrote a couple of days ago: The darkness, the ominous darkness, clutched at her body, her heart, her soul. 'Do not cry,' said the light, 'For you are strong.' Neither darkness nor the girl believed, and she fell harder. The clouds spread over the sky as she prepared her last breath. The silver shone in the moonlight, the eerie light that was never as warm as the sun. The last word was written down, and her burning heart wouldn't allow any time for last minute adjustments. The shot rang out through the street, causing the citizens to panic. The suicide note was clutched in her cooling hand.
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Jun 5, 2008 20:04:32 GMT -5
Post by Flare on Jun 5, 2008 20:04:32 GMT -5
The man was akin to a million death’s, his heart was stone, and his thinking was of but a killer’s. He would ne’er stop til he reached his goal. The goal of his lifetime, the ever extending boundaries of love. IN his mind he was in a hall way, locked doors on either side. The open end was so close, yet so far. He was locked in place. Trapped, unmoving. It was god playing with his mind, fooling with his thoughts. His on mental barrier, the only thing left private to each amn and woman, had been breached. By whom? Some Divine Trickster, a worshiped comedian to sour for laughs. Why? Laughs, fun, and the fact of c ruel human nature, nothing could end this torment, this punishment, this torture. Yet he tried. In, as some might say, a little unconventional ways. So what if a little blood was spilled in te process of his freedom, his revolution, it had happened before, and he only killed those who had begun this pain, this neverending pain.
Darkness.
Cold uncut Darkness.
IT seeped in, entrenching his heart to a point of no return. There was no end, his eyes were black, shrouded by the Darkness.
The Darkness.
William Shapesphere once said that every creature living on the face of this planet has an irrational fear of the dark.
But he was wrong.
It’s not irrational.
I'm thinking of making this a short story, any suggestions?
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Jun 5, 2008 20:11:47 GMT -5
Post by †Lak† on Jun 5, 2008 20:11:47 GMT -5
Give into your passions.
Your passion is what give you Strength.
Strength Leads to Power.
With Power you gain Victory.
And through Victory, your Chains are Broken.
Your passion Frees you.
(a cookie goes to the Fanboy who can guess where i came up with this)
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Jun 5, 2008 21:40:53 GMT -5
Post by ij6565 on Jun 5, 2008 21:40:53 GMT -5
hmmm you based it off one of my movements in Balance? I'll have another movement up tomarrow
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Post by †Lak† on Jun 6, 2008 0:18:04 GMT -5
actually i based it off the Sith Creed...
Passion leads to strength, Strength leads to power, Power leads to victory, Through Victory the Chains have broken, The force will free me.
<Sith Master, SW KotOR>
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Post by Bill E312 MD on Jun 6, 2008 2:09:55 GMT -5
Lak, I was about to say that when you posted your answer. KotOR is a great game don't you think? Anyways, I'm trying to work on a title on my newest project. Should be up and about soon.
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Jun 6, 2008 16:31:17 GMT -5
Post by Kira on Jun 6, 2008 16:31:17 GMT -5
so it seems like you guys are all writing poem type things...is it ok to post short stories here to?
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Jun 6, 2008 16:50:02 GMT -5
Post by Flare on Jun 6, 2008 16:50:02 GMT -5
No. Its an instant ban if you do.
Of course you can kira, this is called Writing, not Poetry
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Jun 6, 2008 17:22:39 GMT -5
Post by Kira on Jun 6, 2008 17:22:39 GMT -5
okie dokie flare lol....i shallth post something hopefully tonight if i can
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