Let's Just Face it.....writing is addicting discussion

you just write a random paragraph or post one from one of your stories!!!

I would post the last paragraphs of chapter 13 or roses for june, but that would reveal a major, utterly unexpected plot twist. Well, I saw it coming because I planned the ending, then realized that the event had to happen in order for the ending to work. The other plot twist in the chapter (yes, there are two!) involves something I've been trying to put in since chapter five!

you have a very complicated web of thoughts Roni

lol roni!

But it was true! Entirely true!

and Madeline, I always have a complicated web of thoughts, particularly when it comes to stories. They have incredibly complex plots that I generally keep in my head.

The gate made a creak as it swung open, I cringed back as the cold wind hit me. In the daylight a corn feild is the most innocent thing imagainable, at night its the scariest.

when the moon comes out, the corn is bent, creating a cropcircle. A UFO land and out comes...

She beamed at him, like always. She bloomed like a sunflower before the sun, like a four o'clock in late afternoon. Her eyes sparkled. She was the picture of happiness when she looked into his eyes. But what about when she looked away?

She looked away from me, though I could still see her eyes. They were glistening, filled with salty raindrops. I reached over to take her hand but said nothing, letting the gesture tell her I was there.

Beside him, silent tears started falling from Marie's eyes, the kind that forgo rolling down your cheek, but instead leap off the lashes. Beautiful, brave Marie, who never cried.

It saddened me. Her tears almost made me cry myself. I blinked quickly and took a deep breath,squeezing her hand. I had to be strong for her.

Jasper sat them down at a rickety old picnic table, tucked away in the old school courtyard. He forgot about the questions, at least for now. For now, he just let her cry, soundless sobs that made her shoulders quake and her breath come in awful rasps.

“Do not look so surprised of being knighted.”

I am more surprised at not being beheaded, Merlin thought.

Her hand slid easily into his warm and welcoming hand, her fingers twisted with his. She was agreeing to throw herself in to a world of chance that she had lost out in the first time by this simple act of acceptance.

"This is a story about a year. One extraordinary terrifying year. Like many stories, this story is also about a young man and a young woman. Their story, however, is about a book. Not any particular book. Just a book that they could call there own, a novel wrested from eighteen years of thoughts, pain, and short, short life.

"This is a story about a story"

(This is the forward to yet ANOTHER book I've started writing. I really thought it was good when I wrote it, but idk, it might have to get cut later on)

That's awesome!

^^ thankies

"Fighting in the name of freedom has too high a price," Merlin sighed as he leaned into his mother's arms."

(Oh and you know that I agree with Kenzie.

Captain, as always, your writing is awesome!)

One more person is dead tonight. One more person didn't graduate. The Captain looks out into the dark, dark night, pierced so rudely with happy, sparkling Christmas lights. She wishes she could cry, and scour her heart out with her tears until there was nothing more to feel. But the proud Captain will not let her tears fall, can not let her tears fall; after all the years of hardening her heart they will not come. Despite her strong facade, it still hurts. Her hands still shake and her heart still breaks. Her fountain of inspiration has dried up; where there once roared an artisan well now chokes quietly on eddies of dust.

The Captain sits silently in the night, hurt and yet numb, trying to fight off the anger that has been kindled with the news of his death.

bowing down to the Captain...we are not worthy

Thank you Grace. I liked yours too.

Unfortunately, that might be the last thing I write for awhile. The whole thing, including the fountain of inspiration part, was completely true.

*raises Dee up* It is only great if it is published. Do not bow to me.

{Captain, if you do not get published, it is only because you have not sent your work to a publisher :P}

He had only heard of dragons, and although he had never seen one, he was sure they existed.

“If you don’t put him back, he will be the death of us! There is evil about this place. No human child is born from the womb of Mother Earth, with a lightning bolt as a father.”

OOO!!! I wanna post something for a story thing that I started last night at like, 11:30 or 12...because of the ideas buzzing in my head, I only got six hours of sleep. :D

In those four years, more than just the skeptical pessimistic God-worshipers turned to God and gave their life into his handx. this is not to say that they ended their lives; they simply gave in to fate.

Frikin-A

Roni THAT is GOOD!

Especially the last line: this is not to say that they ended their lives; they simply gave in to fate.

“Any man who dares desecrate any part of this sacred land or these holy bodies, I shall personally behead, then pluck out his eyes,” once more he paused to let his words sink in, “and feed them to Merlin’s hawk.”

Thank you Dee! That is the last paragraph of the prologue of the story that I started last night. I wrote the last part during lit class in my journla, because we had a freewrite. I think I might post the prologue on goodreads.

And I liked yours too. It seemed funny to me, with the beheading and the plucking out of eyes. But if it was not supposed to be funny, then you can just ignore me. I'm not normal. I'm cynical. :D

Roni...you do have a rather warped sense of humor.

Within the story it was rather Menacing, kind of falls under the catagory of "you have to read the book :]

Oh. Okay. And yes, I do have a warped sense of humor. But only when it comes to stories and characters.

“Horses are like people. Even the most composed can become uncharacteristically unpredictable in a heartbeat.”

“What of your brother, my lord?” Merlin inquired with innocence. “Is he horse-like?”

Sons of Avalon: Merlin's Prophecy

My paragraph was suppose to be fuuny :] Ambrosius (the young future king) almost feel off his horse when Merlin said that about his cranky brother, Uther.

Don't worry, I laughed too. :D

Thanks Roni, I can always count on you :]

But you can't always count on me to talk out loud. I refused to talk for about twenty minutes today. It was fun. :D

Her silken robe peeled wetly open as the sash fell from her waist. The red materiel parted to reveal her mutilation. How many cuts were there? One hundred? Two hundred? The blood ran down her breasts and splashed gorily against her skin. It beaded around the newest cuts, pooled around the older ones. Some were deep, others mere catscratches, most piled on top of one another until whole sections of skin, two or three inches wide, had been stripped away by her cutting.

Richard Corey let the sash fall from his hand. "You told me you had stopped," he spat tightly.

**part of a short story for creative writing, based off of the poem "Richard Corey"**

ok heres one from my new story im writing, freeze

First everything non-living went. Just stopped. Yes, cars in the middle of the road, everything that could not breathe stopped, frozen in time, never to be moved again. And oh please, listen to this writing, listen to this story, I will explain all this later on, just please, please listen to what I have to say. But right about now, I’m just as scared as you are. But, well, here we go anyway. Back to what you’re here for, a bit of juicy entertainment, but now that you are reading this you’re just as much a part of this, and the one thing I have to ask before I return to the story is, if you figure out where this piece of writing came from go there, because we may be alive still, and you may be able to save us.

Everything just froze. Lights that had been turned on would be on forever, lights that had been off would be off for the rest of eternity, how ever long that is.

Then the animals, dogs, cats, rabbits, squirrels and birds, every non-human thing on earth was gone, frozen. If they had been leaping in mid-air at that exact moment they would stay there forever, floating always staring at the ground and always ready to land once again. The birds high up in the sky remained there, never to reach the tree, or wire, or nest they were heading for.

*applause for Toli* That was really great. The only thing that I could critique is that, somehow, your charrie doesn't sound desperate enough. But that may just be me. XD You have the Captain Seal of Approval.

*stamps it on your forehead*

Captain...as always, very provocative work (Richard Corey is a long time favorite of mine).

TOLI...I really enjoyed the line: floating always staring at the ground and always ready to land once again.

Very nice writing from both

THANKS!!!!!!

woh grace! that was amzing! and vividly descriptive!

Haha, thanks Dee. The prompt is basically, create the background story for Richard Corey. Like why he tried to off himself. In mine, Richard Corey is a bipolar and highly successful film director who is engaged to a wonderful author that he has been madly in love with since they first met in high school. She is addicted to cutting herself, and really bizarre things will set it off. She is also yearning for the man who never proposed to her, even though she loves Richard Corey very much.

Corey has made several attempts on his life already b/c of his disorder; there's this really awesome paragraph talking about an expensive watch he bought to cover the scar on his wrist, and how he knows that blood doesn't stain as he takes his fiancee's clothes to put them in the washer. IT'S GONNA BE AMAZING!!!

Captain...I have no doubt that it will be :]

Grace...I look forward to reading more.

graphic much? pretty sweetness!

haha, JayJay, have you read some of the other paragraphs?

Covertly , Lot continued to watch the young recruit, who had squatted next to one of the bodies. Nonchalantly, the boy slipped a gold ring from the boney fragments of a dead king’s hand. Enraged, Lot pounced. Driving his knees into the young man’s chest, Lot struck one solid blow after another, until the boy’s face was swollen and bloody beyond recognition.

Sons of Avalon: Merlin's Prophecy

cant say i hv. will go 2 do tht now...

Sometimes he just makes me want to wrap me fingers around his neck and squeeze. But then I wouldn't be able to laugh at his jokes and stare at him during class. He makes me want to lose myself with him, but then he goes and does something stupid. He's all talk and no action. I feel like any move I make would be too fast for him. Is is me? Or do guys just never make sense. I need a book on the mind of guys. A translater for everything they say. I don't understand him. Does he want to take this further? He sure doesn't act like it, yet he's not afraid to text me that he wants a relationship with me. Every time I think about it I end up shaking my head. So confusing. So not worth losing sleep about. But that doesn't stop it. Why is it so hard to let go? We've had our chance. Time to move on. I just can't. Let. Go...

"I need a book on the mind of guys. A translater for everything they say."

Great lines!