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 Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 1:00 pm
|| Actually, that isn't how the other word your thinking about is a slang term, which is considered a disrespectful way to say it, but not a curse word. Though I didn't use the word that way.
'c**k your gun' is the action where you pull back the hammer so you can pull the trigger.
Can I just have a review of the story?||
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 1:08 pm
The Subtle Lord || Actually, that isn't how the other word your thinking about is a slang term, which is considered a disrespectful way to say it, but not a curse word. Though I didn't use the word that way.
'c**k your gun' is the action where you pull back the hammer so you can pull the trigger.
Can I just have a review of the story?|| i liked it! a word count plz?
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 3:44 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 6:06 pm
yay! i hate seeing stories get thrown out cuz of words
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Alustrial777 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 11:31 pm
The Subtle Lord || Actually, that isn't how the other word your thinking about is a slang term, which is considered a disrespectful way to say it, but not a curse word. Though I didn't use the word that way.
'c**k your gun' is the action where you pull back the hammer so you can pull the trigger.
Can I just have a review of the story?|| I didn't know that word was a cuss word. Hah, shows how much I know. Hm, I don't really think that it should be thrown out because of that. It's not that major in my opinion. 3nodding I just mainly didn't want it to have the f or b words.
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 9:00 am
short story entrey 1
THE READER
When i was younger and i didnt know what this thing was i was afriad at first but then i learned how to use it and make people understand why im doing it now. My parents tell me the reason for this talent was from a test they were doing on me when i was five, "hold still jake we don't want to mess this up." said my mom the day i got my talent, but i was a baby what was i supposed to do i was crying and kicking everything so my parents didn't know what to do so they tried any way and to this day I still don't know what it was. The reason i figured out this much in the first place was because i was day dreaming in class. I remember it as if it was yesterday because it was yesterday at 10:10pm my mom was reading a story to my little brother when the memory's started flooding in everything from when she was a baby to when she was giving birth to me, I was waiting for me to wake up or someone to tell me whats heppening when the process stoped and went into reverse right back into my moms head. Then i saw her in the door way telling me we had to talk.
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 5:09 pm
Midnight Tigers1 yay! i hate seeing stories get thrown out cuz of words I do as well, its so sad! Mostly because some of them are good. I didn't like The Subtle Lord storie that well, however.
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 9:39 pm
One_Smile_Counts I do as well, its so sad! Mostly because some of them are good. I didn't like The Subtle Lord storie that well, however.
Well, atleast your not a short story judge.
Here's poetry.
Cold Sunlight- Poetry By The Subtle Lord
As my hands become cold,
And my body on the brink of death,
My heart slows its pace
To savor these last moments alive.
This rose of Ice upon my Chest,
Pushing me towards Eternal Rest.
Well soon be pushing daisies,
Through this endless sea of snow,
And the frost giants lay
Their blankets of Ice
So I keep warm, so I stay cold.
And as this cold envolpes us,
We do not fight nor fuss,
Because will you stay with me,
Decay with me?
As we are drowned when this morning pass,
And the light comes through at last,
For this light isn’t the warmth that illuminates the cold night,
Because of unwanted twilight,
We are being drowned in this Cold Sunlight.
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 4:43 pm
The Subtle Lord One_Smile_Counts I do as well, its so sad! Mostly because some of them are good. I didn't like The Subtle Lord storie that well, however.
Well, atleast your not a short story judge.
Here's poetry.
Cold Sunlight- Poetry By The Subtle Lord
As my hands become cold,
And my body on the brink of death,
My heart slows its pace
To savor these last moments alive.
This rose of Ice upon my Chest,
Pushing me towards Eternal Rest.
Well soon be pushing daisies,
Through this endless sea of snow,
And the frost giants lay
Their blankets of Ice
So I keep warm, so I stay cold.
And as this cold envolpes us,
We do not fight nor fuss,
Because will you stay with me,
Decay with me?
As we are drowned when this morning pass,
And the light comes through at last,
For this light isn’t the warmth that illuminates the cold night,
Because of unwanted twilight,
We are being drowned in this Cold Sunlight.Yeah, but I am poetry. Watch out.
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 8:17 pm
Are things posted on September 10th still included in the contest?
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Alustrial777 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 6:53 pm
Hm yes, but this contest has been extended to October 1st. I think that it personally needs more entries then what it currently has. Sorry to inconvenience some of you!
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 4:07 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 4:08 pm
darn it!! am i allowed to write a short story if i'm a judge for poetry?
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 5:14 pm
CiiTYDREAMS darn it!! am i allowed to write a short story if i'm a judge for poetry? Most certainly. 3nodding
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Alustrial777 Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 5:41 pm
I own first place with this in my school! its decated to my future husbin!
Even though time passes the same for everyone, I’m now sleeping, crying and wishing you were here with your smiling face.
Because I embrace these bountiful memories and will see you soon.
Please don’t look away, please always look at me. I believe in you.
Yes, the memories of just the two of us, which no one else understands, are stong, and those beautiful times are an again ocean.
In those arms and that chest is where I live and feel safe.
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