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 Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 7:56 am
Please post your creative writing on this thread. Comment the writing and chat about it, talk to the author and have fun.
Rules:
1) I'm not too sure because freedom of speech won't let me put rules on your writing, but just keep it PG-13 because Gaia says so.
2) Follow Gaia's Tos rules ok.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 4:23 pm
Quote: Bangthe sound of death, speeding at me at over three hundred feet per second. death hits me, I spin as I fall, my shoulder a bloody mess. BlueIt's the color I see as I look up, tasting my blood on my lips. My blood, my life and my soul, bubbling up as my lungs fill. SoftThe Grass beneath me feels soft against my bare back, It invites me to close my eyes, to breathe my last.... I inhale, a rasp of air filling my lungs as I close my eyes and... Die. Before anyone says anything, No, I'm not Suicidal or an Emo. Just got an idea one day :F
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 5:14 pm
EclipseMouse Quote: Bangthe sound of death, speeding at me at over three hundred feet per second. death hits me, I spin as I fall, my shoulder a bloody mess. BlueIt's the color I see as I look up, tasting my blood on my lips. My blood, my life and my soul, bubbling up as my lungs fill. SoftThe Grass beneath me feels soft against my bare back, It invites me to close my eyes, to breathe my last.... I inhale, a rasp of air filling my lungs as I close my eyes and... Die. Before anyone says anything, No, I'm not Suicidal or an Emo. Just got an idea one day :F Nice I will post some of my poetry pretty soon. good job.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 12:55 pm
Quote: As I stared blankly at the road ahead, an image flickered before my eyes. I was used to this by now; I’d had visions since I was a small child. Normally, they were small premonitions; what the weather would be like tomorrow, a pop quiz that was coming up, stuff like that. So I laid my head back and closed my eyes. My mind took me down a familiar street in the town where I lived, and it was crowded with excited people, the sky dark with night. It veered off, into the park. For a moment, I couldn’t see anything underneath the cover of the trees. Then, a stream of light from the moon lit up something horrifying; a man bent over a woman’s body, blood streaming down his face. As he looked up at me, I gasped, opening my eyes.
It's excerpt from a novel I'm writing. Just wanted to know what you guys think :]
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 3:25 pm
BumpBumpBumpBump BumpBumpBumpBump
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