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 Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2005 9:40 am
Time for an free write!
Whatevers in your head go for it. Or go with the prompt (posted with the title). If all goes well we'll make this a living thread, updates daily.
Rules: Whatever you want goes. Please do try and maintain a PG-13 mind, or at the very least if you need to descend lower do so only in the name of art. Please show some integrity. For the freewrites, write them in italics or quotes, since discussion may emerge it's recommended you make your work obvious.
And remember, all of this is unedited. It's a place to get ideas going, don't be too harsh.
Thank-you and on with the writing.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2005 9:47 am
The Prompt was: Fear
Now it's time
to wrap our fears in the night
like children whose day is lost
to the screams of traffic.
The city is alive,
a breathing sentient creature
unthinking, unfeeling.
Yet it grows.
And people die.
Life may march through time
but finds itself damned
damned by it's own decay.
As the screams of traffic
keep kids hiding tween sheets.
Sorry but I used a Thursday lyric to start me out on this one.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2005 4:32 pm
Oh, free writing... in that case I must add something... let's see.
Her brother had died in front of her. Crashed by fallen boulder. Her eyes widened in a blind fear and her body grow cold. Could he really be...? She let out a sudden whimper and quicky covered her month believing that her voice, her trembling voice would somehow comfirm his death. Shining in her pupils was his fresh, cherry-red blood, slowly draining from his fingers that hung from the egdes. A dizziness seized her muscles and forced her nerves to quiver inside her. She screamed and covered her faced. Her terrified cries comfirmed his death...
Was that fear?... hmm sweatdrop
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2005 4:35 pm
One more whee
"A large, black spider crawled onto her hand while she read a book silently and alone..."
Simple and yet it conveys so much. *shudders in a phobic uneasiness... sweatdrop xp
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2005 6:02 pm
Queeny Oh, free writing... in that case I must add something... let's see.Her brother had died in front of her. Crashed by fallen boulder. Her eyes widened in a blind fear and her body grow cold. Could he really be...? She let out a sudden whimper and quicky covered her month believing that her voice, her trembling voice would somehow comfirm his death. Shining in her pupils was his fresh, cherry-red blood, slowly draining from his fingers that hung from the egdes. A dizziness seized her muscles and forced her nerves to quiver inside her. She screamed and covered her faced. Her terrified cries comfirmed his death...Was that fear?... hmm sweatdrop Oooh, dark.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2005 8:06 pm
My mind tore between a worle of pain and a world of sorrow.
the pain of my mind has drove my happiness away
The pain like a chain wrapping over me
my body torn to bits and spit
The my now lost in the abyss of sorrow
the shards of broken dreams wing in the hurricane of sorrow slicing to my mind
My soul in ashes, my body in bits of dead tissues.
I am now in a pit of darkness
that's all I got.
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2005 4:58 am
Her muscles tensed as she realized what she would have to do. "Dear God, help me." She tried to take a step forward and ended up stumbling, falling to the ground. Her eyes viewed everything but what was right in front of her as she desperately tried to keep from throwing up.
"You know you need to do it. Should I be the one to-"
"No!" she screamed at the voice that was unheard by all but her. "He was my friend, I should be the one." Her voice lowered. "I was the one that let him die."
Slowly, she rose to her feet and walked over to his body, unable to believe he was dead. The red dripping from his mouth and arms couldn't be blood. The gash in his side wasn't real, it was all just her imagination trying to drive her to insanity.
She knew that wasn't the case, as the crashing of waves echoed through her head. She looked over at the cliff's edge and knew what she had to do. She grabbed his arm and began tugging him towards the edge. He had to be at least 100 pounds heavier than her, yet she kept tugging with an unhuman strength and determination. Reaching the edge, she looked down and swore she tasted salt, knowing it wasn't from the water. "You can do this, you can do this..."
Giving one last push, she watched as his body tumbled over the edge and heard the sickening splash. She desperately ran to the edge, praying she hadn't made a mistake, but his body was gone. The voice taunted her again, singing, "It's just the first step. You must except it..."
She shook her head. "No, I will never let this happen to anyone else!"
"Yet it will, as long as they are with you, it will..."
She felt her body begin shaking uncontrollably, as she answered, "Then they won't have to fear, and neither will I." She pushed herself to her feet and looked in the direction of her camp, then turned away knowing she could never go back.
By the way, I really like the spider one. I have this huge fear of spiders, and that sent shivers down my spine even though it was so short.
Also, this is a great idea! I love it so much! Thank you for coming up with it!
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2005 9:07 am
This prompt is: Drunk
It's been so long now I'm sick of waiting
Waiting for this song to end
Cigarette glows as it burns out
Watch the cherry dim, drop ashes to the ground
If you ask me it's been one hell of a month
Weeklong hangovers interrupted by drink
There's nothing quite like being drunk like this
And drowning myself in metaphor
For twice two weeks this scotch has been empty
And there's an unopened vodka waiting
But I'm still nursing the bottle of brandy
That I crawled into
Bars have closed now I'm all alone
Nowhere left to go but home
Drunken stupor breaking my
Taste for tact
But I can still taste the liquor on my lips
And my fingers still feel the bottle
Nothing to do but find some more
A n** of hair from the dog that took my leg"
For twice two weeks this scotch has been empty
And there's an unopened vodka waiting
But I'm still nursing the bottle of brandy
That I crawled into
It's been so long now I'm sick of waiting
Twice to weeks is too much time to spend
In a month long hangover
Wishing it to end
It seems like this song will never finish
Like this old bottle of brandy
Like this goddamned hangover...
-Ah, ******** it
Sorry, but I cheated. A)This is a song (That's legit)
B) But this is an older work of mine. Sorry 'bout that. I hope none of you cheat though.
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2005 2:47 pm
Seas of blood
Burned alive
Blades of acid
s**t of life
Sex n' drugs
Drunken whroes of the night
Blood to end thrist of the day
Now your nothing!
Sea of Blood
Burned ******** darkness
of the day
that just won't end
The bottle is the only anwser
This 40 of death and happiness
Now I' am nothing
Sea of Blood
Burned alive
Song ...um SLAYER! would buy it... maybe...
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2005 4:40 am
Oh this one I can't resist! heart
The room around her had long ago ceased to be stationary; it moved and spun and caused her to stagger from the pool table to the couch where her friend sat smirking. To make matter worse, the room seemed to move in time with the loud and lively Celtic reel spinning loudly from the stereo speakers. The music didn't have a tune any more, but it did have a rhythm, and that's what made her dizzy. Not the empty bottle she swung wildly as she gesticulated with her arms.
It was St. Pat's, and she was out in all of her Irish glory! Her pants were green, her speach was slurred in an unintentional Irish accent, and she was half certain that some old guy had tried to pick her up at the bar. She was also fairly certain that that particular man now thought she and her friend were lesbians. Must be why he left them alone. It hardly mattered: She was in college, and Michelle had kept her from falling over, even though she was just as unsteady on her feet. Maybe they both had inner ear infections...
"Hey Nessa! How are you enjoying the party?" Joey called from across the room as she sat down with a broad grin spreading across his face.
She smiled, or so she thought, back. She failed to see why he was so entertained; she no longer had any feeling in her lips, cheeks or teeth. But she was having fun! To punctuate this, she raised the bottle to her lips and tilted her head back, waiting for the flow of mango goodness to flood her mouth, but nothing came.
She lowered the bottle and held it out at arms length, squinting despite her glasses so there would be only one clear bottle. She drew her face in closer, peering through the yellow and orange tranparent wrapper as her brows knit together. Michelle noticed her perplexity and placed a hand lightly on her back, rubbing it lightly.
"Nessa, sweety, are you alright?"
"I think so," Nessa slurred, her tongue feeling rather large and clumsy. "But why'sa rum gone?"
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The Bookwyrm Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2005 8:59 am
stressed hmm, that word again. sweatdrop oh well
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2005 1:02 pm
Something a little different but still in the field... I guess... not that I know anything about being drunk... redface
"So, what happened?"
"Like I really know.?"
"Jeez man, you were there. I know you know."
"Aw! I went down stairs-"
"And?"
"And my mother was laying on the floor."
"Yeah, "
"She'd had too much to drink, that's all."
"Yeah so why was you brother in hostipal."
"Goodness... I don't wanna talk about it."
"Oh, come on. I won't tell."
"That's not the point... It's not like it's rare for things like that to happen - You better not tell anyone."
"I swear I won't. I'm your best friend, we've known each other for ten years... that's why I'm worried."
"Well you know she likes to drink."
"Well, not really."
"She's always been drinking, but at first she would do it cos she like the dizziness it brings, and th confidence that comes with it...
Tee hee, think I'll end it there.... it might get too long. Peace!
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2005 2:59 pm
That all dialogue story gave me an idea... why not along with prompts you give challenges? Something like use all dialogue, no dialogue, less than 20 lines, something like that? Oh, by the way, I liked the dialogue story- I always like things that are a bit different from the norm. biggrin
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2005 9:18 pm
Prompt: Drunk (nothing to do with it)
They sat behind the library, two theater freaks and a track star.
"Well, Mark says he put something in with the chicken...." Jane said, rolling her eyes. It had all been in good fun, but she didn't actually believe what she was saying. Mark was too well-known for 'bending the truth'.
"Oh god! Is this going to be like the cinnamon incident?" Natalie asked. "Wait--nevermind, neither of you were there." She turned a bit red. "So what exactly did he say was in the chicken?"
"Oh, some kind of drugs," Jane said vaguely. "I think he was trying to get you and Kurt closer together. He gave me an apple he said would counteract it." Natalie snorted and Jane looked inquisitively at her. Natalie felt she deserved a full explanation.
"You DO know there's an Irish tradition concerning two people sharing an apple? When a boy and a girl share an apple, it means they're in love or something like that." The other girl turned red. "Sorry. I would have told you, but I didn't think it would come up, even if he is Irish."
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2005 12:27 pm
The prompt is: Where is?
(Sorry guys no accompanying post from me. Writers block, it took me forever just to come up with the prompt.)
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