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Windlea of the YamiYakuza
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 Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 3:42 pm
I didn't see one of these yet and well I am a writer to the core so why not? It's a lot of fun. So talk about writing here! Your favorite books, your favorite stories, story's you've written! Hell even post some of that I would certainly love to hear it! and as a starter here I'll post one of my favorite pieces: Quote: Kiss"Oh that is so cheating it doesn't count with siblings! TWINS!" Ezzard glared up at Wizalf and Ginway as they perched atop ladders holding mistletoe right above Rommell and Ezzard. "Boys get down now or I will report you to Nevedita! Don't put it pass me!" Rommell chided sounding just a bit angry. "Rules are rules" Ginway laughed "Now pucker up or we get to tell Wind that you like her!" "You wouldn't-" Rommell growled and blushed at the same time. "Oh yes, we would." Wizalf added in. "Come on just get it over with." Rommell looked at Ezzard, his eyes locked and angry. "I'm sorry Ezzy." "Rommell.... Rommell please don't, Rommell I do not like that look, will you just OHGAWD" Rommell grabbed his twin brother and smooched him quickly before pulling away as fast as he could. Ezzy writhed to the floor in embarrassment as Rommell huffed and wiped his mouth of Ezzard germs. Turing around to storm off all angry and dramatic his eyes locked with blue ones as Windlea stared right at him with an utmost look of surprise and almost fear. "Oh s**t..." Rommell whispered. "Sorrydidn'tmeantointerruptI'lljustleavesouhbye!" She spoke quickly and dashed off as fast as she could down the hall. "NO WAIT WIND STOP I CAN EXPLAIN!" Rommell yelled as he ran after her. Ezzard watched Rommell run off before he looked up at Gin and Wizalf who were laughing hysterically. "You know technically you two are under it too right?" thats just a small piece I wrote as a warm up, still rather fond of it. but seriously post away! I want to hear what you guys have written or are working on : ) writings more fun when you share.
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 3:58 pm
Alright, lets give a little history here, shall we? Wind and I are currently working on a bit of a writing project. Basically, we each write a paragraph, story, something and send it to the other to critique. This part of the project is basically an exercise. A single word is given (Prompt) and we are to write a short on what the prompt provokes in us. Here's one of mine Quote: Drink Star silently and slowly walked the halls of the castle. She had to work hard to keep a low profile, especially when tensions ran so high. She pulled out her pad and looked at it as a guide through this winding maze. The clothing on her body itched but she knew she needed to keep them on. Her fingers toyed with the vial underneath the layers of clothing. Her pad vibrated, indicating she had reached her destination. She stopped in front of the door and looked around. There was no one in her immediate surroundings. She pulled out a cup and a pitcher from thin air. The cup was full of Ellinia Apple juice, the best apple juice there was. She pulled the vial she had been toying with from her holster and poured its contents into the juice and some in the pitcher. Taking a deep breath she knocked on the door in front of her. “Enter” the female voice sounded, “Ah, Mary-Ann, impeccable timing as always” “The apple juice you requested, mistress” Star said “Ah, lovely,” the mistress answered as she took a sip, “This is delicious! What is different about this cup?” “It’s from Victoria, milady, Ellinia to be precise” Star answered “We must order more of this!” the mistress raved Suddenly the lady’s eyes began to droop and her head tilted to one side. Star rushed forward to catch the mistress to keep her from falling and making a sound. Star placed her back on the chair and pried the mistress’ eye open. She placed her finger on the eye and checked her pulse. Nothing. Star grabbed a blanket and wrapped the woman to make it seem like she was sleeping. “As you wish, milady” Star said as she pulled her hood up and exited the room. Oh yes, and everyone, you guys can post any kind of writing on here! We'll be glad to read it!
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 8:13 pm
lol i used to write poetry... let me show u somethin!(sry ive been watching fire marshell bill)
Sacred trees-of everlasting might-tower skies of infinite height,
Shadowing its underlings with their legendary might.
Protecting them from endless plight,
They sway like angel wings into the night.
Yeah i know its cheese but i just thought it up.
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 8:27 pm
Zyuwnai:
oh psh psh psh! I think it sounds great : ) I have such a hard time with poetry myself, it impress's me to no end to see others write it well!
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Windlea of the YamiYakuza
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 10:33 pm
That was definitely a beautiful piece!! I just loved how well described it was and how I was able to just see it in my head. You really know how to write great poetry. That is something that I won't even go near writing XD
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Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2010 1:06 pm
ty. my english teachers thought so in highschool and so did my best friends, but lol i dont practice like i should
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Posted: Sun Jul 11, 2010 8:07 pm
here ill post something i had copyrighted in highschool. its the first one i got published 2
This was written in
Feb 2008
Relentless Dead
Lightning struck casting shadows of fright,
People gasped at the sight of the dead,
From their pale lips to the cold blood that simply drips from their
frail, white finger tips.
Their misty look, and their hunger for prey,
Gravely drives the ones they haunt away.
Creating horror for the ones who are awake,
Driving those to cry while they quake.
They are the dead that ran from life,
And are here to haunt those who cannot fade.
Summoning fears beyond recognition,
Making terrors only thought with imagination,
With a crack of vociferate,
They turn real into fake as they thirst for blood under a red moon.
Playing hockey with freed eyes,
While counting how many are still alive.
Shunned by Hell itself,
They wonder in the dark,
Prying on the hopeless with the precision of a dart.
While waiting for the next one to fall,
They hide in the shadows and then withdraw.
Springing into the light,
They strive to bring out unwanted dissension .
Striking only with a blade of incisiveness.
They spill the life juices of those they call insane while they cave
into Madness for an answer to keep them from denial.
While bored, they rest in twilight,
caring for only the ones of their right,
Yet they depredate on the weak in tenderless might,
decapitating souls from feather like flight.
They are known as the Relentless Dead,
seeking for others to be scorned by the terror many dread.
Casting forgivelessness into the dead.
Using faceless horrors of the blackened mind,
They force others to appeal in demise.
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Posted: Sun Jul 11, 2010 8:09 pm
u can see its way different then i right now, back then i wrote while i was angry but know i just write spontaniously
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 8:05 pm
That one was so awesome! "Playing hockey with freed eyes," that one was my favourite line. It was perfect and I could totally imagine it. Here's a quick writing I did. It's shaky since I really can't put as many details as I'm allowed to. That and the fact that I used it to get some dust bunnies out of my head. Quote: We all have someone who inspires us in our everyday lives. It doesn’t usually take a lot for that person to inspire us; they could very well be just doing their everyday jobs. Regardless, the effect on the inspired individual remains the same. I met that kind of person awhile ago. It was just a few weeks ago, in fact. This man was definitely just doing his job. In doing his job, however, he inspired me to greater heights. This man had the patience of the saint. Even though there are times it was apparent he was irritated, he never said anything that would discourage me. He always told me “It’ll be alright; no one is testing or judging you here. If we didn’t think you were qualified for the job, we wouldn’t have hired you” At the time, those words ran off me like water on a duck. No effect on me, and forgotten. One quote does still sticks to me though, “This job should only give us pleasure. We have enough stresses in our everyday lives” I don’t know why, but this quote has really stuck to me. I still live by those words. By the next week after I had heard those words I was better at my job for some odd reason. I was more relaxed on the job and less of a chaotic mess. The next month I worked was what got this man to inspire me. I made quite a few mistakes on the job. One mistake in particular still stands out. I remember being nearly in tears as I worked to correct it. I managed to correct it to the extent I could have. That wasn’t enough for him though. He told me to finish the job to the end. I finished the job, watch the result and left to go finish some paperwork. I guess that man saw how distraught I looked. As I was filling out the paperwork, I heard a knock on the door and he walked in. I remember most of what he said “I’m just going to tell you now that no one will hold you against that mistake. We all make mistakes. Do you know how many times I’ve made that mistake? Zillions. The reason why I had you finish the job is because you were honest. I had to finish the job because I felt you were a winner. You did something 9 out of 10 people could not have done. There is no need to cry about this” These words somehow kept me going and realize that everything will be alright. That there is no sense in me beating myself up about it. There is a time this man simply amazed me. I didn’t appreciate what he had done at the time. It is the fact that I look back on it that I realize he saved me from a lifetime of burden. He saw right through me when I was hiding stuff from him. I guess he knew what was going on, and he knew that he was not the person to be able to get all the information out of me. He knew who could get everything out of me, and he was quick in telling her what was going on. That woman solved the issue by proving me wrong. If it wasn’t for the fact that he knew me well enough and for his actions and for that woman, I would be a haunted woman today. This man inspired me now only for his words but who he was as a person as well. In my last days on the job, I learned about who he really was. Just mainly him as a person. Just talking to him for that half hour made him seem so real, so human. He told me that there is no limitations to what you can achieve. I hope these words are true, but come to think of it, all his words have been true so far.
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 12:56 am
heres a random peace
Across a swampy lake so misty and green,
A whisper of crying breaks the grace like a scream.
A young daughter lost for 50 years or so,
has arisen to find the ones that took her soul long ago.
Passerby beware when you travel through here,
She kills those who dare to draw near.
Her yellow dress-stained with red-
only brings life to their death -or atleast that is what is said...
you know what... ill work on this and make it into a morbid story in the form of poetry... who knows if i can get this published i can get out of fast food.
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