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 Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2005 9:04 am
I'm sure at least some of you enjoy writing as much as i do
and im also sure that if i looked hard enough i could find the old thread that i made that died quickly. but that was -before- the huge SnS BOOM.
sooo.. lets make another one maybe?
Here's a thread so you can post and show off short stories, fanfictions, poetry, song lyrics and what not. :3
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2005 9:06 am
I'll start whee
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Disclaimer: slightly disturbing, actual reoccuring nightmare that i have been having. each time its a different friend and a different torture, this was just the most recent one that i wrote down for a contest in another forum that i go to :3
The Nightmare
By Amy Gray
I walk into a poorly lit room confused and not knowing where my feet have led me. I look around and see a chair; my feet are killing me so I sit down for just a moment. Just long enough to have someone from the shadows secure me in place quicker than I could blink.
I try and shout nothing comes out from in between my lips. My body is latched down to the armrest by a shackle on each wrist and my legs are free, the chair is made from metal, its heavy and bolted onto the floor making escape impossible. That is if my body could move, my brain is trying to get myself to scream, no sound comes out. My mind tries to get my body to struggle; there is no sign of my muscles responding. My mind panics.
A man steps partially out of the shadows. He appears to be very tall, skinny and the majority of his face is hidden in the shadows. All I can see is a sadistic grin on his lips and he chuckles. He has a deep silky voice, one that most girls wouldn't mind have whispering sweet nothings in their ear. I immediately hate him, something about him disgusts me, I can't tell what exactly, but something disgusts me about this character.
'Amy... Amy... Amy....' He says softly, shaking his head. 'We cannot get through to you in any other way, its time to take drastic measures'
I stare at him, by now completely confused, I don't know where I am, who this man is, why he's threatening me or what he is going to do to me. I watch as he goes across the room and opens a door. Inside the next room is a familiar face, it's someone I care a lot for yet someone I cannot put a name to.
He pushes the chair that someone is attached to into the light in the middle of the dark room I'm sitting in. It's my best friend, the girl who has been there my entire life for me. She's restrained in a chair like mine. He takes out a knife and touches her skin with it. I try and scream out to stop him, but again, my voice is no where to be found.
He then does the worst thing possible; he digs the knife under her skin and peels that off of the flesh on her arm. Her scream of pain pierces my body and I can literally feel her pain. I try screaming as well despite the fact that my voice has vanished.
The Shadowy man watches me as he tortures someone close to me. He is getting a sick pleasure out of bringing me mental and physical agony. He peels back the skin from her flesh more, not caring that her screams are window shattering He does this to her over and over, until she is close to death.
He looks at me and says in that sickeningly silky voice 'Are you ready to talk now?'
I open my mouth to shout at him, I try and struggle against the chair to get away from it but my body is not responding. He shakes his head softly. 'Another life wasted to get the unwilling to talk' He then slits her throat, killing her.
My sight goes black; the last thing I hear is his voice, that silky beautiful voice cackling at me, laughing at my pain.
I knew I hated him right from the start.
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2005 10:19 am
I love to write. I am trying to finish my fan fiction of Inu yasha ^^" Its mostly romance and adventure. Ill leave the link to it. lol not sure how many will like it though ^^" Havnt wrote on it in over 6 months. Its called "Silance of the Lone Wolf" I have a couple of others but thats the last one i have made. I am also making another story thats not posted its called "The Bloodstained Rose" Havnt wrote on that in abut a year. And right now i am making is called "Deprustion" (just started writing this one two days ago) and I cameup with the name Deprustion because its confusion and depression formed as one word. well here is the link to my stories: http://www.fanart-central.net/user.php?aid=MusicBitch
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2005 2:00 pm
i was watching tv the other day, i didnt have any pants on and the show was about prison...man i hope i dont go to prison, because i know im gonna be a b***h. do bitches get girlfriend bonuses, likemaybe hed get my flowers and cigerets, or not shank me while i sleep with him. im probly high class b***h material.
in movies often a character with glasses is put ina situation where they cant find their glasses, to give their audiance a feel for this they blur the screen, ive had glasses sence the second grade, its nothing like that...theirs demons to.
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2005 2:51 pm
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2005 12:31 pm
Donut the Imperial was a strapping young lad, tall, strongly built, and good with a blade. He had been on the imperial province known as Morrowind for more than a year now. Although he had no clue as to which day and month but he recognized the stars and plants that he recalled the time he left the imperial prison ship. A gaurd aproached him and he asked if he had seen a khajiit know as Raviir, this khajiit was said to have been a notorious skooma adict, trading moonshugar and eating it as if it was saltrice...(to be continued...the bell just rang at my school)
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2005 3:22 am
I'd upload my story, but its rather long. Does anyone know a free place that I can upload a fanfiction too?
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2005 3:35 am
Guest House by the Sea is a work of Lovecraftian horror with a sprinkling of weight-gain erotica. But mostly horror.
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2005 3:58 am
Fuzzy Necromancer Guest House by the Sea is a work of Lovecraftian horror with a sprinkling of weight-gain erotica. But mostly horror. Ok, thanks.
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2005 9:52 am
This is a poem I wrote back in college (1993) while cramming for finals with no sleep for over 48 hours, and too many pots of coffee to count... this is the result....
(It's also one of my husband's and best friend's favorites of mine... enjoy!)
Joe
I was sitting here
I was sitting here reading a book
I was sitting here reading a book and having a cup of Joe
And I began to think
And I began to think, Who is this Joe?
And does he appreciate having scalding hot water
Poured on him daily?
And does he appreciate being consumed by me
For my pleasure?
And then I began to think,
Which is something I do entirely too much of,
I began to think of the feelings
Of the poor coffee.
And then I began to apologize,
Which is also something I do entirely too much of.
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2005 11:34 am
Phaedra Lycoris Joe
I was sitting here
I was sitting here reading a book
I was sitting here reading a book and having a cup of Joe
And I began to think
And I began to think, Who is this Joe?
And does he appreciate having scalding hot water
Poured on him daily?
And does he appreciate being consumed by me
For my pleasure?
And then I began to think,
Which is something I do entirely too much of,
I began to think of the feelings
Of the poor coffee.
And then I began to apologize,
Which is also something I do entirely too much of. LMAO That is the true rantings of a coffee filled sleep deprived college student. I can see that being written by one of my friends.
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2005 1:41 pm
WOW, you took that from that wierd movie on SCI FI, I think it was called Dagon.......I dont know, but I watched that movie, it was really cool.......I liked your version of it too, I think it was cool xd
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2005 5:48 pm
angelabrock75 WOW, you took that from that wierd movie on SCI FI, I think it was called Dagon.......I dont know, but I watched that movie, it was really cool.......I liked your version of it too, I think it was cool xd Um...no. -_- There was some inspiration drawn from H.P.Lovecraft's "The Shadow Over Innsmouth", but the movie on scifi is a mediocre version of Dagon, the short story.
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2005 6:39 pm
When I wrote it, I was pretty sure I'd gotten some of it from somewhere, or at least the idea for it from somewhere, but I was never sure where... will have to check those out and see, because neither of them sound familiar
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2005 6:51 pm
OK, I don't *think* I got any part of these from a book or movie smile I wrote the first one for my Dad for his 55th birthday, and the second, well it explains itself...
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Where I Learned
(For My Dad on his birthday)
I took a good look at my life the other day and I thought about
Who and what made me the person I am now.
And though there are many things that made an impact on me,
Affected this or that about me, one thing remained the same.
The answer that came to mind most often was you.
I remember that, when I was a child,
You sometimes seemed cold and distant.
Now I see that you were not, you were just so very busy,
Doing and providing for a family
Who turned to you with their every need.
Now I know where I learned strength.
As I grew, I sometimes felt that you didn't care,
Didn't want me and never had.
Now I know that was not the case.
You were doing what you had to do
To keep me safe, to protect me
From what I didn't need to know yet.
Now I know where I learned wisdom.
Now that I am grown, and on my own,
I sometimes forget who I am.
In these times, I think back and I know, no matter what else,
When you take my hand and I feel how much you love me,
I may not always know what to do or
Where to go, but one thing is clear in my mind.
I will always be a part of you,
I will always have a home in your heart, as you do in mine.
I will always be your daughter.
And now I know where I learned love.
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Recollections
(To my Mom on my 27th Birthday)
As I sit here and think about this day
So many thoughts go through my head.
I remember the good times,
So many of them,
Filled with fun and happiness.
I recall the sad times,
The heartache and tears.
And then, I see one thing is always the same-
There's always you.
Laughing with me at things
No one else would ever understand,
Except us.
Listening when I needed to talk things out.
Comforting me when my world fell apart.
No matter what was happening
Or even where I was,
There was always you.
And now I realize,
I don't know why
It took me so long to see,
You're more than just my mother.
So much more-
You're also the best friend
Anyone could ever hope to have.
And you're mine.
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