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An Introduction
He hadn't written anything in nearly a year. No. That wasn't entirely true. He had written something. Many somethings. Many somethings tantamount to nothing. They were no more than writing exercises. He would start with an idea, a wonderful idea, a brilliant beginning and it would go nowhere after a day. His flirtatious romance with inspiration was just that. His obsession with her kept him in withdrawal when she left and his sense of direction deteriorated. In his languor, he wondered why he kept to such deleterious circumstances. And then, she returned.
Oh, and Gantic, you forgot Strops thread....
Oh, what the hell...
Strops Sporadic Scrapbook with 463 replies...
But sense, that's a pictoral journal, it doesn't have much writing at all. Except for scripts for Cenere's MWT which I'm not writing for at present.
Safe to bet that due to the MWT it has the most number of images in it though...
An Introduction
He hadn't written anything in nearly a year. No. That wasn't entirely true. He had written something. Many somethings. Many somethings tantamount to nothing. They were no more than writing exercises. He would start with an idea, a wonderful idea, a brilliant beginning and it would go nowhere after a day. His flirtatious romance with inspiration was just that. His obsession with her kept him in withdrawal when she left and his sense of direction deteriorated. In his languor, he wondered why he kept to such deleterious circumstances. And then, she returned.
I see you also love commas
My thread has less than 20 replies....
She took him by the hand whispered sweet nothings in his ear. He smiled with relief. She suggested he put away his pen and paper so they could both roam the face of the earth in search of something epic to write about together.
That reads like something Pozzo's steed would have uttered before his great decline.
Strop, I still visit that thread...
so-orr-y Gantic, wh-a-t did you say?
That reads like something Pozzo's steed would have uttered before his great decline.
so-orr-y Gantic, wh-a-t did you say?
what is the point of this thread
Into a six word, hm? You're channeling Hemingway now aren't you!
I haven't a clue what that means unfortunately.
I'm not sure exactly on what we're supposed to do or achieve here. Might someone explain it to me?
This thread is a collection of Gantic's writings. I like commenting here because there's a great deal of literary depth to a lot of it. There's nothing more to it than that, really.
I learned the word "clandestine" from a troll trying to dance around his obvious troll behavior in a place where two giants sat and conversed on things I wasn't too interested in. We were the only people there. That place no longer exists.
Yes, Hemingway!
So that's what his name was! Quantum Leap guy.
There is one word missing from the end of this:
Only a Difference
The red leaf was little less than inconspicuous sitting by the curb in the early spring but he noticed it. Anyone else would have probably mistaken it for poinsettia but he knew it was a photinia leaf. He smiled to himself and continued on his way.
Whatever the last word is makes a difference in interpretation or is the difference in interpretation, including the mention that there is one more word.
Truth and Happiness
--Wow.
--What?
--I never realized that there was a fisherman in this picture.
--So?
--I have had this picture for three years now and I've never realized that there was a fisherman in the picture.
--You know why Jane left?
--When?
--Uh...
--Nah. I'm just playing with you. Life isn't all metaphors.
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