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Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 12:30 pm
So, I was responding to a post in one of the threads in here and I got this idea....I've already made a Music/Art Thread...why not a Writing Thread...and so, here it is....this is the palce where you can post things your written, whether it be Lyrics, a Poem, a Haiku, or a Story....if you wrote it, post it here! there wont be any kind of voting, this is just a passive thread for curious readers or prolific writers. enjoy ^_^
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 12:39 pm
Once upon a time, there was a Prince called Maynard...
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 12:40 pm
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 12:43 pm
Latariela Once upon a time, there was a Prince called Maynard... LOL, very nice...now finish it. haha
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2005 1:28 pm
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2005 3:58 pm
This is another good idea... when I get the time to I'll read your story x_x I'm going to write one for a contest for schools in my city... it will be on spanish, but it has to be short so I might translate it then and post it here 3nodding
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2005 7:41 pm
danke Lizz, i appreciate the kind words.
and yes, Mrs. Orange, please do, if you want, post both the Spanish and English versions. ^_^
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2005 11:11 am
Latariela Once upon a time, there was a Prince called Maynard... He made music. The people loved it. However, they had no idea what it meant. This drove Maynard crazy. He shot himself. The end.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2005 12:21 pm
hmmm...well i was hoping for a little bit more character developement...but, there was a beginning, middle and resolution...i suppose its a story, albeit short...very short.....good job, a nice collaboration between Latariela and Nefarious Soy
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2005 10:40 am
come on folks, theres gotta be at least ten people in this thread who have written something, a poem, a song, a story...anything they they are proud of that they could share in here....i know mine was a bit long, but it doesnt have to be, a paragrapgh or two...even if its just a recount of something that really happened in your life....anything really. come on guys, lets do it up!
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2005 11:08 am
I of course didnt write this, but, i do so love it. its Sonnet 91 by William Shakespeare
Some glory in their birth, some in their skill, Some in their wealth, some in their body's foce, Some in their garments thou new-fangled ill: Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse. And every humour hath his adjunct pleasure, Wherein it finds a joy above the rest, But these particulars are not my measure, All these I better in one general best. Thy love is better than high birth to me, Richer than wealth, prouder than garments' costs, Of more delight than hawks and horses be: And having thee, of all men's pride i boast. Wretched in this alone, that thou mayst take, All this away, and me most wretched make.
he was a true master of the english language...
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2005 10:51 am
Nefarious Soy Latariela Once upon a time, there was a Prince called Maynard... He made music. The people loved it. However, they had no idea what it meant. This drove Maynard crazy. He shot himself. The end. Actually, after he shot himself, generations of despondant, apathetic teenagers would argue incessantly about whether Maynard committed suicide or whether it was, in fact one of the Bikini Bandits. This would spark irritation amongst the ranks of fans of Maynard's music that frankly, didn't give a s**t. The end.
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2005 6:54 am
a bit long winded arent we Senor...lol, I did read it, but i took a nap in the middle, hehe jk!
no really though, it was good.
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2005 6:57 am
SenorDiablo I of course didnt write this, but, i do so love it. its Sonnet 91 by William Shakespeare
Some glory in their birth, some in their skill, Some in their wealth, some in their body's foce, Some in their garments thou new-fangled ill: Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse. And every humour hath his adjunct pleasure, Wherein it finds a joy above the rest, But these particulars are not my measure, All these I better in one general best. Thy love is better than high birth to me, Richer than wealth, prouder than garments' costs, Of more delight than hawks and horses be: And having thee, of all men's pride i boast. Wretched in this alone, that thou mayst take, All this away, and me most wretched make.
he was a true master of the english language... he was amazing...and that Sonnet is great, but my favorite is 46 Sonnet 46 Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war How to divide the conquest of thy sight; Mine eye my heart thy picture's sight would bar, My heart mine eye the freedom of that right. My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie-- A closet never pierced with crystal eyes-- But the defendant doth that plea deny And says in him thy fair appearance lies. To 'cide this title is impanneled A quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart, And by their verdict is determined The clear eye's moiety and the dear heart's part: As thus; mine eye's due is thy outward part, And my heart's right thy inward love of heart.
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2005 7:01 am
GimpKing Nefarious Soy Latariela Once upon a time, there was a Prince called Maynard... He made music. The people loved it. However, they had no idea what it meant. This drove Maynard crazy. He shot himself. The end. Actually, after he shot himself, generations of despondant, apathetic teenagers would argue incessantly about whether Maynard committed suicide or whether it was, in fact one of the Bikini Bandits. This would spark irritation amongst the ranks of fans of Maynard's music that frankly, didn't give a s**t. The end. wait wait, you forgot the part about the elephant who was bad and didnt get anything for christmas. which of course made him sad, and suicidal. ok now its the end.
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