So it's very early in the morning, I couldn't sleep anymore and in trying to find something to occupy myself I came across this idea and decided that I would give it a go. This idea is mostly born of a mental stall but I'm hoping that it will be fun and useful for any who choose to participate.
The Goal of this Thread:
Here I invite anyone interested to join me in creative writing exercises. The premise is that someone (I will give a starter) will suggest a subject and any who wish can submit a writing on said subject. I hope that someone else out there is interested!
Guidelines:
All posts most meet expectations posted on Art, Music, and Writing Rules.
Any writing on a posted subject will be welcomed, these should be: descriptive paragraphs, poems, or short stories. Short stories should be posted as links to their location so as to avoid extremely long posts. Constructive criticism and encouragement are also welcome as long as they aren't spam. Please look for the most recently posted subject before submitting writings.
When the time comes for suggesting a subject I will maintain the right to veto any I don't feel are appropriate. I want this to remain a creative thread, not a debate thread, I will thus shoot down any subjects concerning politics or religion. Any other subjects that do not breech forum rules will be acceptable. Once there are a few people involved (assuming there is any interest) I will arrange for subjects to be voted on by participants. I will ask that subject suggestions be sent to my profile. Thank You!
Starter Subject: An apple.
The crisp red skin of the apple gives way with a snap as she bites into it, revealing the soft white flesh contained within. The sweet juices rush to meet her tongue as she chews, savoring every droplet of flavor. Every bite brings more of the apples succulent aroma. Every tear of her teeth releases more of the tangy juice. Soon she is wiping juice from her chin and licking it from her fingers, reluctant to waste even a drop of it's powerful elixir. The apple's flesh is gradually torn away and only the core remains in the end.
So, I know that's not much of a starter but like I said this is an idea born of a mental stall. So show me what you've got people! Thanks!
Just to let everyone know I may draw a new subject earlier this time. I was thinking Friday. If there are enough people who want me to wait until Monday I will but as of right now I will draw a new topic on Friday. Always happy to get suggestions though.
She was just twelve years when her legs began to tremble A weakness, spasms, falling down on the playground- In front of the boys, And the yard-duty teacher.
No specialist or men named Jerry could help her. The disease would progress on its own- To spend the rest of her days in a wheelchair, After such a promising dawn had risen.
But her promise had not yet been fulfilled. At 17, she caught the interest of a young man- Who had ask her to the prom, Despite her handicap.
She waited for his arrival, Sitting in her expensive, silken gown - The pride and joy of the family, With a newspaper photographer standing by.
Then she did something unexpected, As her date held out her corsage, The courageous beauty, Struck back at a lifetime of pain and sorrow.
Taking two metal crutches in both of her hands, With all her strength and might - Willed her legs to straighten, To receive her gift.
Her wobbly effort, and trembling arms Struck a snicker from her date - Then even more, "Bwah-ha-ha whatta freeak!" This made the photographer laugh quietly, as his camera flashed.
She has since lived a lifetime alone, Her constant companion - A newspaper clipping, Residing by her vanity.
She has cursed herself to read, The photograph's title, everyday- "Stand-up Comic?" The memory still haunts her and it won't ever go away.
It was supposed to make you laugh, black comedy, but thanks!
"The purpose of black comedy is to make chicken of serious and often taboo subject matter, and some comedians use it as a tool for exploring important issues, thus provoking discomfort and serious thought, as well as amusement, in their audience."
Yeah it is kind of funny but in a very painful sort of way. I guess what I find funniest is that the girl would torment herself with it for the rest of her life rather than just telling everyone who laughed at her to shove it.
I just want to let everyone know that since I haven't seen any objection to the early choosing of a subject I will be drawing one tomorrow. Possibly very early in the morning, I'm not sure of a time yet.
Sorry I couldn't share my story with you. I was having, and most likely will continue to have, issues with logging into AG on my computer. But the story I was writing still fits under the new category, somewhat, so I'll get to finishing that.
They have broken through our blastwalls, no chance of escape. Some of the soldiers have already ended it, but I just can't do that to myself. Nothing left to do but to wait for one of those damned things to come and shred me into a million pieces. The men around me that will continue the fight are greater than me, because I don't even plan to lift up my rifle. If anyone ever finds this, please don't think of me as a coward, I have fought against these things ever since they came from their ****hole in space. I just want a little rest, the first I've had in years, and if there is anything wrong in that, sorry.
"I am done with this, I am not gonna fight anymore." said a man in armor, "They have us outnumbered by 20fleets! We barely have a single Platoon!" shouted the man, "I am gonna surrender, and join their side!" the man shouted again, "If you do that, you will be considered a traitor, and we will have no choice but to take you down! Got that Soldier?!" shouted a man wearing white armor, "I am the commanding officer here, and I will not hesitate to take you down!" as the commanding officer got closer to the rogue soldier, another person came up, though it was not a human, it was a female, who had distinct cat like features, "Stand down Sargent Bronze, if he wants to join the other side, let him. He is the weakest of the squad, and is merely holding us back." Srgt. Bronze picked up his rifle and pointed it at the rogue soldier, "Then let me kill him!" the cat girl grabbed the rifle, and pointed it at the ground, she then scowled, "Don't! Lieutenant Gabriel! Take the Rookie here, and put him in cuffs, that will keep Bronze from killin him." Gabriel rushed to the rookie's side, and cuffed his hands, "Done, Captain Sarah." Sarah smirked and said, "Heh, The lieutenant might just get your job Bronze.".
(Not finished yet.)
(PS: Bronze in here, has NO RELATION to the poster Bronze on here, the guys name here is Sargent Jacob Bronze, a hot headed, 'shoot first, shoot again later' guy, and the name was made up using a name generator.)
