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 Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 11:40 am
I've got a great idea!
Since I see a lot of you like to write poems, stories and other kinds of writing I thought it would be interesting to do a little guild collaboration.
When I was in my high school lit. class in 11th grade we all had to write a paragraph and then pass it to someone else in the class and then that person would add another paragraph and pass it to someone else. We only did it for about 3 days so we only got about 4 paragraphs and most of them really weren't much of a story.
But the point I'm trying to make out of my ramblings is that we could do something like that, but with everyone in the guild.
There are going to have to be some rules though.
1- no porn. Kissing, holding hands.. are completely fine. Let's try to keep things PG-13. Alright?
2- Let's try to keep the violence to a minimun. I don't know about you, but as much as I like horror movies, scary stories and halloween, I don't really like overdetailed descriptive killing and such.
I guess that's all I really have concerns with. If any of you guys want to add things to the rules of limitations please feel free to post them.
I also think that we should keep this running pretty smoothly. Try to just write one paragraph and try to keep it to two posts per day to give others a chance. Please double check posts and read the story before posting your bit so we don't have multiple people adding to the same paragraph.
I have a few other ideas and you guys can let me know what you want to do.
We could make a little sign up post and make an order and when its your turn you write something based on what the person before you wrote. We could switch it up every month if you'd like to write behind someone else.
I think this could be fun and a way to be creative together. You never know.. we might create a great story that we can share with others.
I was thinking about starting out the story, but I'm a little out of ideas right now.. However I was thinking instead of just starting the story that maybe we should get some kind of theme so people have an idea what to write about.
We could make it gaia based or not. Horror, drama, or something else. I think everyone should post some ideas and then we can vote as a group to see what everyone finds interesting to write about.
I was also thinking about next month having some kind of writing contest so we're not always having something to do with art. I will probably still be giving out art for now, unless you guys would rather have gold for November instead.
I'd like to hear your thoughts and ideas so please share them with me so we can have a great time here!
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 4:01 pm
I'm... not exactly sure if this'll work out. Well, not exactly as you mentioned it in your class. Worth a shot, I guess.
Sounds interesting. Kinda like one of those never-ending stories? *sings* never ending stooo-ory! Ah-a-ah, ah-a-ah...
Well, people have their own taste in genres. I'd think a humorous, semi-formal story would be fun to do. 3nodding
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 5:06 pm
scooterkid34 I'm... not exactly sure if this'll work out. Well, not exactly as you mentioned it in your class. Worth a shot, I guess. Sounds interesting. Kinda like one of those never-ending stories? *sings* never ending stooo-ory! Ah-a-ah, ah-a-ah... Well, people have their own taste in genres. I'd think a humorous, semi-formal story would be fun to do. 3nodding Finally!!! Someone has replied to my thread. Even if it doesn't work out remotely close to what I typed above its worth a try and it might actually be something kind of fun. I wouldn't say it would be a never ending story, but I guess its impossible to say when it would end.. So I guess you're right in a sense. And I think that just because someone in front of you made something creepy or something you wouldn't write about doesn't mean that you can't make it into something that you would write. Say I write something creepy and then someone else could take what I write and add something funny to it. I guess maybe I could start the story so we don't sit here and volley back and forth about what we want to write about and just let it happen. I'll have to think of something first.
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 5:39 pm
kuriositty And I think that just because someone in front of you made something creepy or something you wouldn't write about doesn't mean that you can't make it into something that you would write. Say I write something creepy and then someone else could take what I write and add something funny to it. I guess maybe I could start the story so we don't sit here and volley back and forth about what we want to write about and just let it happen. I'll have to think of something first. Ah, I see. That works, I suppose. 3nodding Ooh! Ooh! Can I start? I have a good generic beginning! biggrin
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Posted: Wed Oct 11, 2006 10:27 am
scooterkid34 kuriositty And I think that just because someone in front of you made something creepy or something you wouldn't write about doesn't mean that you can't make it into something that you would write. Say I write something creepy and then someone else could take what I write and add something funny to it. I guess maybe I could start the story so we don't sit here and volley back and forth about what we want to write about and just let it happen. I'll have to think of something first. Ah, I see. That works, I suppose. 3nodding Ooh! Ooh! Can I start? I have a good generic beginning! biggrin Sure, by all means. It'll probably be days before I'll come up with something anyway.. Being busy and all kills my creativity sometimes. Besides I'm pretty curious as to what you'll come up with and how you write.
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Posted: Wed Oct 11, 2006 2:54 pm
BEGIN STORY It was another typical October afternoon. School was over, and the approximated 2,300 students of East Oak High walked as a large, continuous, yet scattered crowd out of the school. Each student has their own story of their life, no story exactly like another. Some stories have their dull, sappy parts. Some stories are somewhat exciting and entriguing. But from the 2,300 stories of the 2,300 students at East Oak High, the one of Jack Flick's is worth retelling. (either I did very well, or really sucked sweatdrop )
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Posted: Wed Oct 11, 2006 8:04 pm
scooterkid34 BEGIN STORY It was another typical October afternoon. School was over, and the approximated 2,300 students of East Oak High walked as a large, continuous, yet scattered crowd out of the school. Each student has their own story of their life, no story exactly like another. Some stories have their dull, sappy parts. Some stories are somewhat exciting and entriguing. But from the 2,300 stories of the 2,300 students at East Oak High, the one of Jack Flick's is worth retelling. (either I did very well, or really sucked sweatdrop ) I think you did just fine. Jack Flick? Lol. blaugh I guess I'll go and you can tell me if I suck or not. rofl Jack was the type of young man who didn't have very many friends, but the ones he did have were his closest and most trusted. He would never have any other friends like these and for good reason too. He waited patiently taping his fingers against his thigh and his black sneakers against the pavement to the tune of a song that only he could hear. The wind rustled through the trees and over the grass and flapped Jack's hair in the wind. His two best friends hunched over with books hobbled down the steps toward Jack. Jimmie, the computer wiz, was tall with shaggy light blonde hair that turned golden in the sun. His eyes were the brightest blue that eyes could possibly be. Jimmie's lips were thin and pale, while his cheeks were slightly rosey. Kelsy was also thin, but short, not even five foot. Her long black hair swung to the left and the right behind her as she walked to meet Jack near the large tree in front of the school. Kelsy's eyes were cat green and sparkled with every blink she took. She had a slightly large nose and very full lips, but was pretty nonetheless. Jack also had black hair that just passed his shoulders. His eyes were a dark brown, but during the summer tints of green could be found near his pupals. Jack was almost as tall as Jimmie, but a little more on the muscular side. Jack smiled as he saw his friends running to greet them and grabbed Kelsy's backpack and swung it onto this back along with his own and held his hand out for Kelsy to hold. Kelsy cups her hand in Jacks and holds her other hand out to Jimmie.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 6:24 pm
I like what you are doing.
I hope you don't mind if I join in.
Smiling Jimmie took her hand and all three of them walked home. This was the usuall routine, they would walk home while talking about how eachother's day went. In school they had most of their classes together except for third, and eighth period.
First period was both math and homeroom and Second period was English. Third period Jack had Art, Kelsy had Gym and Jimmie had chorus. Fourth Period was lunch, fifth period was History class, and sixth period was their French class. Seventh period was Physics class with, as they say, the most monotone man on earth. Finally, in eighth period Jack had Gym, Kelsy had Fine Arts and Jimmie had computer language class.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 10:52 am
this is fun!! biggrin
As the three walked hand in hand down the empty street, the wind blew leaves this way and that, getting tangled in the trio's hair. Kelsey's green eyes looked up to meet Jack's brown ones and they smiled at each other. "I love it when the wind blows in autumn!" Kelsey exclaimed, swinging both her arms so that the two boys' arms swung too. She let go of their hands and pranced down the sidewalk, twirling around with her hands out. Jimmie and Jack smiled at her and chased her down the street. "Wait for us!" they yelled as they ran to catch up. Kelsey just laughed and jumped in a nearby pile of leaves, being hidden completely because of her small figure.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 1:30 pm
As the two boys raced up to catch their fleeting friend, Jack fell back noticing something was off. The lawn on which the pile of leaves, and his dear friend, rested, was that of a building he had never seen before. Kelsey cam up from the leaves and cocked her head questioningly at Jimmie. Kelsey and Jimmie looked on quietly as their friend began to wander deeper in to the property.
"J-jack," Kelsey called out, now confused, "we have to go home, where are you going?" Jack turned to face his companions.
"Have you ever seen that building before?"
Both friends looked at one another and exchanged worried glances.
"No, Jack," Jimmie answered, "there isn't anything there."
Jack opened his mouth to protest, but he knew better. He had to take a various assortment of medications for insomnia and chronic depression, and despite what the doctors said, they sometimes reacted strangely together.
"Come on, now you two, let's go home!" Kelsey had walked a bit ahead and was now waving her arms around in the crisp Autumn air. Jimmie offered a look of concern towards Jack, but without further hesitation jogged up to Kelsey and started off.
Looking skywards, Jack started back home, but with each pace he felt less sure of what was tangible and what was fantasy. Standing next to the leaf-pile that had earlier concealed his friend, he turned back swiftly and accurately, picking up a pine cone as he went. In one fluid motion, the boy pitched the cone at the 'building' and then turned and ran.
Barely hearing over his own heart-beat, heavy footsteps, and laboured breath, Jack Flick swore that he could hear a window shatter.
So.
Too fantasy-like? Feel free to omit, I just wanted to give it a go. Quite frankly this is not very good writing. I should have tried much harder.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 6:42 pm
Just doing some editing, this version will be different to the previous one.
The following day arrived in simple succession. The building Jack had 'seen' the previous day was forgotten, and school continued as usual.
At the end of the day, Jack walked home this time alone as his friends had to attend afterschool tutoring in the city. Without realising Jack took the path home which passed the mysterious building he'd noticed the other day. When he came to the building he slowed to a stop, staring at the window panes, checking for broken glass. He was sure this was no figment of imagination and alas, no windows were shattered, though some where missing from supposedly another time. As curiosity over threw his bad feelings Jack entered the site.
The fence was low but treacherous, full of webs, hidden glass and spikes and creatures unbeknown to Jack. He leapt over the low wall and crept closer to the front door. Thinking not to create an obvious entrance, Jack took the side path around the house and hugging the wall, made his way through the narrow corridor. His steps crunched softly through the dried Autumn leaves and his clothes caught on the edges of bricks as he passed them by. Eventually he came to an open window and dared himself to peer inside. Through the gritty darkness, Jack could see a cupboard, mirror and a bed, guessing this to be one of the many bedroom within the house. He contemplated whether to climb in or not and decided it would be a waste of an effort not to try. With one foot through the opening Jack suddenly heard a crackle and then a loud smash on the otherside of the door. He was startled and the other foot slipped in the foliage outside, sending him careering through the window, straight for the mirror inside as all the while he hoped it was either just 'astral projection' or that nothing bad would happen once he was within those mysterious walls...
Hope this writing isn't too bad...
Cant wait to see the next part =)
-yuna-
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2007 7:54 am
Puna-Yaine Just doing some editing, this version will be different to the previous one. The following day arrived in simple succession. The building Jack had 'seen' the previous day was forgotten, and school continued as usual. At the end of the day, Jack walked home this time alone as his friends had to attend afterschool tutoring in the city. Without realising Jack took the path home which passed the mysterious building he'd noticed the other day. When he came to the building he slowed to a stop, staring at the window panes, checking for broken glass. He was sure this was no figment of imagination and alas, no windows were shattered, though some where missing from supposedly another time. As curiosity over threw his bad feelings Jack entered the site. The fence was low but treacherous, full of webs, hidden glass and spikes and creatures unbeknown to Jack. He leapt over the low wall and crept closer to the front door. Thinking not to create an obvious entrance, Jack took the side path around the house and hugging the wall, made his way through the narrow corridor. His steps crunched softly through the dried Autumn leaves and his clothes caught on the edges of bricks as he passed them by. Eventually he came to an open window and dared himself to peer inside. Through the gritty darkness, Jack could see a cupboard, mirror and a bed, guessing this to be one of the many bedroom within the house. He contemplated whether to climb in or not and decided it would be a waste of an effort not to try. With one foot through the opening Jack suddenly heard a crackle and then a loud smash on the otherside of the door. He was startled and the other foot slipped in the foliage outside, sending him careering through the window, straight for the mirror inside as all the while he hoped it was either just 'astral projection' or that nothing bad would happen once he was within those mysterious walls... Hope this writing isn't too bad... Cant wait to see the next part =) -yuna- Jack lay on the dusty wooden floor overcome with fear and heavy breath. Wildly eyeing the room for anything out of the ordinary and as his eyes ran over the foot of the door his heart caught in this throat. Shadows flickered behind the door this way and then back like the pacing of a penduleum. Afraid to make too much noise he resisted to move although all he wanted to do was escape the room, the house and whatever was behind this door.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2008 2:05 pm
before the door laid bread crums that smelled of moldy cream cheese. he thought to himself " a supernatural being that eats cream cheese?". Then a huge flash of aurora like prisma colors cascaded around the cracks of the door way and projected the northern lights across the once dusty cold ceiling. out stretched in the aray of hues lay billions of burning balls, he saw some splotches of glowing blues and oranges that died as they where 2 million years ago. "So what lay behind this door..." Jack thought "rats, monsters, or a fallen star?"
he did not know, but curiosity poked and prodded like a wildcat till it became all too much. Jack grabbed the golden plastered antique door handle, lion head engraved that stared back at him with tufts of age and crimson eyes of greed.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 11:18 am
The door creaked as he opened it slowly, eyes closed, and stepped through into the hallway. He stood there with his hands over his eyes, waiting for something to grab and eat him. He slowly moved his hands down to his sides and slowly opened his eyes.
The hallway was empty.
He wandered down the hall, looking for the brilliant light again. He passed door after door after door. His mind wandered, as it often did when he was scared, to other things. After passing about fifty doors he started thinking about how small the house had seemed from the outside.
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 3:05 pm
Oh yay! Writing!Jack Flick knew that something was hiding behind one of these doors. He could feel it in his shaking limbs. Those dark brown eyes of his were on the look out for anything suspicious. But then again, anything that moved was utterly nerve wracking in this house. "It's okay Jack... Don't worry about anything. You're a brave boy." The black haired boy was talking to himself now, trying to calm his nerves. Of course to anybody else that would seem crazy. But then again, they had never been inside of this freakish house. A loud thump sounded from behind him, and Jack Flick jumped about ten feet in the air. What kind of a noise was that? Especially in an empty house? "Only one way to find out Jacky..."
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