New Born Lee Posted December 7, 2010 Share Posted December 7, 2010 Hammered down dead tree Always very good for firewood, Said the man, bluntly. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mistress Posted December 7, 2010 Share Posted December 7, 2010 This is from my year 12 coursework for English Language. The brief was to write an introduction to a story on any theme you wanted: Felka stepped out onto the metallic platform. She felt increasingly nervous, as she should do. It was natural to feel some form of anxiety when it was one’s first step into the magnificent black abyss that was, essentially, outer space. She took a deep breath and found her place among the other crew members, two of whom had already lit up a tainted smelling cigarette. The security warden gave them a malicious stare, but the two men decided to ignore him (as well as raise a couple of fingers at him when he wasn’t looking). After all, everyone had their way of dealing with interstellar travel. Even Felka felt the growing need to dig into the half melted chocolate bar that was snugly tucked away inside her winter jacket. Later, she thought to herself. With a thrust of the ship’s engines, they were on their way to whatever extraordinary journey the stars had in store for them. After a while, Felka felt relaxed and familiar in her new surroundings. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror opposite her and the hooded gentleman in the next seat. Not bad, she thought to herself, although her once preened, aquamarine hair was now adopting the classic “out of bed” look. Her cobalt blue eyes stared back. Exactly like her sister, God rest her soul. Then another pair of eyes caught her attention. Dazzling green met hers. It was the hooded man next to her, sharing her moment in the mirror’s reflection. He smiled at Felka and gave a friendly wink. Felka lowered her head, blushed and smiled to herself. Just as she turned to speak to him, a self-important female voice came flooding through the ship’s intercom; “Crew and guests may now undo their safety harnesses and are free to walk on the ship’s decks. Have a pleasant trip and thank you for choosing to fly on Stellar For Infinity, the only space craft in the Novae Region that offers safety, a warm welcome and refinement.” The intercom beeped and faded out. Felka laughed quietly to herself. The ship was hardly refined or had given the impression of a warm welcome, and as for the heating? Well, it was scarcely humid enough to remove her beloved winter jacket from her frozen body. Felka looked sulkily out of the pocket-sized window on her left-hand side and gazed vaguely at the black scenery. All of a sudden a strange hand grasped hers. It was the man who had been sitting next to her. Felka gazed at his face which was now visible without his hood. Her mind went blank for a nanosecond, then he said abruptly; “Let’s get out of here, at least until they turn the heating on anyway.” Felka nodded dimly and gave an absent-minded smile. “I’m Ethan, by the way.” He gave a fleeting grin and they were off into the darkness. He led Felka down a dark, narrow corridor and after a short while, they entered a large, empty room with steel walls. She swiftly felt a sharp chill upon her skin and she hugged herself. Her vision was restricted due to the lack of artificial light, but suddenly her fears were completely erased from her mind. The sight that met Felka’s eyes was so great and magnificent, that she almost forgot to breathe. On the other side of the massive panel of glass that was separating them from the oxygen-free landscape, was a colossal wave of interstellar cloud. Bright, intense stars, millions of miles away, glimmered with powerful colours of white and blue. Felka pressed her face and hands gently against the cool glass. The soft radiance of the cloud illuminated her skin in a pink haze as she looked in awe at the marvellous spectacle. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” The unexpected sound of Ethan’s voice startled Felka. He gave an apologetic smile and walked over to her. “Make’s you forget about everything,” he continued, "like nothing else matters.” He stared inquisitively at the crimson sky and sighed slightly. Suddenly, the piercing sound of an alarm rang through the passageway behind them. They were plunged into complete darkness, except for a mild ray of flashing red light coming from the access strip behind them. “Is that a bad sound?” presumed Felka, trying to shout above the alarm. Ethan looked upon her with apprehensive eyes, and nodded slowly. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NicePockets Posted December 8, 2010 Share Posted December 8, 2010 Note: This is the story I wrote for my trial school cert. English paper. I’ve changed virtually nothing except slight grammar nitpicks, it’s all pretty much as it was in the exam. I’m really quite proud of it, I’m aiming to turn it into a longer novel type project. Hope you enjoy, this will be the first real bit of writing I’ve put up here. It’s longish. The first line is apparently from “A Fine White Dust” by Cynthia Rylant (we had to use one of the first lines they gave us as a stimulus). And yes I wrote it about risotto… I’ve got these little bitty pieces of broken ceramic in my hands, and some of them fine white dust is coming off them, like chalk dust, mixing with the ruined risotto that’s lying at my feet, steaming and sneering. “That’ll teach you to try and eat me,” it says as it bleeds through my grey shag carpet, the creamy red sauce congealing on each thread like that fake blood they use in films. I ignore its comments, still fingering the remains of my shattered bowl. Die, risotto, die. “You really can’t get anything right can you?” the risotto jeers, still creeping out onto my floor. Maybe it will seep through the too-thick carpet, soak into the floorboards underneath and fester for months in a mildewy lump. Maybe it will get so mouldy under there that one day, when I walk over to answer the door, the floor will crack and I’ll come crashing through and fall into the lap of Mrs McMahon who lives below me. Maybe we’ll watch The Bill together and she’ll give me risotto. Maybe. “Shut up, risotto,” I say through gritted teeth, dropping the shards of bowl into its stupid smug face. I storm past it into the kitchen and look for something to clean up the mess with. If the risotto had been in any way GRATEFUL for me sparing it’s life, lazy thing could have cleaned itself up. There’s nothing else to eat in my fridge, as usual. “Bite me!” snarls the risotto blob on the floor. “Believe me, I would have!” I call from the kitchen. Stupid pasta… I stop and consider my situation. It’s Friday night, I’m home alone in my empty flat, and I’m talking to, no, having a heated argument with my stuffed up dinner. And I laugh, in fact, I laugh so hard, so long, I barely remember why I started. I laugh until there are tears streaming down my crumpled face, until I double with wild cackling. Then I stop, partly because this really isn’t that funny and partly because I’ve just found a small piece of ceramic in my right index finger. Ouch. From the bin, I hear the risotto giggle. I sit down at my desk, I’m sullen and hungry. The sheets of lined paper sit ominously in front of me, the shoddy keyboard sits to the left, virtually unplayed for nearly two weeks. I pick up a pen and sigh. It’s like this every evening. I sit at the same desk, pick up the same pen, play the same three notes and wait for something inspiring. It never happens. Ever. Nothing, in six weeks. Just the same thing again and again. Pen, play, wait. Pen, play, wait. And wait. AND, as I don’t get played if I don’t write music, that darn risotto was my last meal. There’s always a reason I can’t write, why the words turn to dust in my mouth, or the melodies wilt and crumble in feeble attempts at being original. Tonight, it’s because I have something else in my head. The same line over and over and over, something about boys liking girls to like boys who like girls or nudity or, well, whatever. Curse you Blur. Why did you have to write songs that were so catchy? Why can’t I write songs like that? Why can;t I find the sound I want, why don’t the words sound right, WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? Five minutes later I’m lying in bed, as usual, resigning myself to another fruitless night. But this time I feel different. I think about my problem: I can’t find my sound. I have no money. I haven’t left the flat in nearly a month. And I can’t until that sound has been caught, until there’s are words and elusive squiggles on paper and cash in pocket. But listen. What if the sound I’m looking for isn’t here, isn’t in my head or in my flat. What if it’s… Out There? What if what I need to write my music is experience, is colour and lights and people, or cars or noises or fumes… I need to get out. My mind is buzzing as I tie up my shoes, put on a jacket. My heart races like I’m leaving the country, not my flat. Maybe I’ll find what I need outside tonight. Maybe not. Maybe a bus will come racing down the street and smash me to pieces when I cross the road. Maybe my dinner will jump out of the bin as I’m leaving and try to assault me in a sticky, risotto-y way. Maybe. But nothing’s ever going to happen to me, ever, unless I leave this shambled apartment. Tonight. So yeah. I'd love some feedback possibly? I feel like my writing style has become something like Chuck Palahniuk combined with Kurt Vonnegut to create something not nearly even one hundredth as good as either... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
maskkzoro Posted December 17, 2010 Share Posted December 17, 2010 I refuse to give in You're my everything I don't wanna give up I don't wanna give in So everybody sing Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jujubean Posted December 18, 2010 Share Posted December 18, 2010 Your gentle touch The spark in your eyes Your sensual lips The ache in your sighs Your happy laugh The mischief in your smile All this, good sir, Can I have for awhile? - Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Killer Rabbit Posted December 19, 2010 Share Posted December 19, 2010 Mind Broken, Heart Fucked I can’t tell you all the things you’ve done to me Driving me insane with your inability To see me for more than I am And that I loved you when you touched my hand What do you have to hide? We can love, even if we have to lie Why did I have no luck? You left me mind broken and heart fucked! Your eyes are a forest I get lost in, Your smile is the sun in my sky I long to feel your pressure upon my skin Why couldn’t we have given it a try? You left me dying inside! In my dreams is where I like to hide. I feel like I have been hit by a truck Yeah, you left me mind broken and heart fucked! So tell me what it is that I did wrong! I’ll fix everything that did you harm. I will love you and wait for the day You come up to me and say “I love you as well I’m sorry I put you through this hell. Let’s go make out in my backseat You mean everything to me” But that is just a dream. You are exactly what you seem A heartless bastard with the guts To leave people mind broken and heart fucked! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mjarre Posted December 21, 2010 Share Posted December 21, 2010 Mind Broken, Heart Fucked I can’t tell you all the things you’ve done to me Driving me insane with your inability To see me for more than I am And that I loved you when you touched my hand What do you have to hide? We can love, even if we have to lie Why did I have no luck? You left me mind broken and heart fucked! Your eyes are a forest I get lost in, Your smile is the sun in my sky I long to feel your pressure upon my skin Why couldn’t we have given it a try? You left me dying inside! In my dreams is where I like to hide. I feel like I have been hit by a truck Yeah, you left me mind broken and heart fucked! So tell me what it is that I did wrong! I’ll fix everything that did you harm. I will love you and wait for the day You come up to me and say “I love you as well I’m sorry I put you through this hell. Let’s go make out in my backseat You mean everything to me” But that is just a dream. You are exactly what you seem A heartless bastard with the guts To leave people mind broken and heart fucked! I'm not an expert, but I really like your writing:) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Killer Rabbit Posted December 21, 2010 Share Posted December 21, 2010 I'm not an expert, but I really like your writing:) Thanks. I wrote that one night in a fit of anger about my non-existent love life and the fact my crush rejected me. When he did that, I felt like I got punched in the gut. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Killer Rabbit Posted December 27, 2010 Share Posted December 27, 2010 I'll share another one: To Love Is To Die To love is to die To surrender your being into someone else’s hands As life’s hourglass burns through its sands Give up your dreams As your heart breaks out of your chest And your head screams It is wrong But it feels so right To lie beside a lover on a cold winter’s night Lost in time The moment will pass With no reason or rhyme Stay asleep in your dream Waiting for true love’s kiss Don’t blink or you might miss People come and people go Throughout this crazy life But only one will true love know To love is to die Whether it is right or wrong Be assured it will last long Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mjarre Posted December 29, 2010 Share Posted December 29, 2010 I'll share another one: To Love Is To Die To love is to die To surrender your being into someone else’s hands As life’s hourglass burns through its sands Give up your dreams As your heart breaks out of your chest And your head screams It is wrong But it feels so right To lie beside a lover on a cold winter’s night Lost in time The moment will pass With no reason or rhyme Stay asleep in your dream Waiting for true love’s kiss Don’t blink or you might miss People come and people go Throughout this crazy life But only one will true love know To love is to die Whether it is right or wrong Be assured it will last long I like this one too:D Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rudderless Hippy Posted January 6, 2011 Share Posted January 6, 2011 If you persuade, out of the blue, to run away, I'll go with you. I love this, all of yours are really lovely. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DreamWalker104 Posted January 6, 2011 Share Posted January 6, 2011 I'll share another one: To Love Is To Die To love is to die To surrender your being into someone else’s hands As life’s hourglass burns through its sands Give up your dreams As your heart breaks out of your chest And your head screams It is wrong But it feels so right To lie beside a lover on a cold winter’s night Lost in time The moment will pass With no reason or rhyme Stay asleep in your dream Waiting for true love’s kiss Don’t blink or you might miss People come and people go Throughout this crazy life But only one will true love know To love is to die Whether it is right or wrong Be assured it will last long Came out of lurking to say that this one is beautiful, I'm not an expert on these sort of things but I really do like this Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jujubean Posted January 7, 2011 Share Posted January 7, 2011 I love this, all of yours are really lovely. Thank you for your kind praise In times of such dark days. Your consideration Gives me inspiration. My next poem will be Dedicated to thee. -- Thanks! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rudderless Hippy Posted January 8, 2011 Share Posted January 8, 2011 Thank you for your kind praise In times of such dark days. Your consideration Gives me inspiration. My next poem will be Dedicated to thee. -- Thanks! Aww thank you! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jujubean Posted January 10, 2011 Share Posted January 10, 2011 Dedicated to Rudderless Hippy Drifting through the musky leaves, Rain falls on a barren bough. Sheltering beneath the eaves, I wipe the drops from my brow. Autumn turns into winter. Down comes the heavy white snow. Covered in a wet glitter, I shovel it to and fro. Spring melts the icy slush. The sun teases from above. Life reappears in a rush. I foolishly talk of love. Summer brings out cute couples. Under the green trees they sprawl, Talking smuggly of nuptials. Alone, I wait for fall. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rudderless Hippy Posted January 11, 2011 Share Posted January 11, 2011 Dedicated to Rudderless Hippy Drifting through the musky leaves, Rain falls on a barren bough. Sheltering beneath the eaves, I wipe the drops from my brow. Autumn turns into winter. Down comes the heavy white snow. Covered in a wet glitter, I shovel it to and fro. Spring melts the icy slush. The sun teases from above. Life reappears in a rush. I foolishly talk of love. Summer brings out cute couples. Under the green trees they sprawl, Talking smuggly of nuptials. Alone, I wait for fall. A poetic dedication! Thank you it's lovely as usual!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mjarre Posted January 14, 2011 Share Posted January 14, 2011 Some things are best left unsaid, Hiding within Screaming to get out Longing for relief Hoping for belief Some things are best left unsaid, Filling aching minds Deluding the insides Poisoning the soul Needing to be known Some things are best left unsaid, Tearing at heart strings Sinking into pits Clogging up arteries Stopping up intent Some things are best left unsaid, Pushing at the skin Tearing at the throat Grasping for the air Forming harsh notes Some things are best left unsaid, Famous last words Leaving the unknown All alone and dead Never to be said. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hyperactivebliss Posted January 16, 2011 Share Posted January 16, 2011 Behold the cheesiness! I glance up and smile At the crystalline droplets As they fall from the vast obsidian Up to the nonexistent sun Of that auspicious March night I glance up and smile As if by chance It incites a feeling within me Of random content And if only that Small moment of wellbeing I glance up and smile And the tiny flakes Like pieces of sugar lace Doth melt upon my skin Their faint touch A mere goodnight kiss Caused a light heart and I glance up and smile Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jujubean Posted January 31, 2011 Share Posted January 31, 2011 Interrupt Show chagrin Don't erupt Don't give in Be abrupt Try to win You must stand up Let it begin Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Relentless Posted February 9, 2011 Share Posted February 9, 2011 It's pretty short but oh well. It doesnt even have a name... I stand alone in this house of glass spending time but it doesn't pass proudly on display no place to hide falling into darknes no place to cry Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
undercover_bombshell Posted February 15, 2011 Share Posted February 15, 2011 God I missed this thread Let's hope I didn't put this one up before then I'll feel like a real ass Blushing Brightly I watch you Examine all your movements As if in a trace I pray Your eyes won't meet mine Even though that's what i want Gliding Going with the flow So beautiful it hurts Then a slight pause Time stands still Connection A smile across my face My head is fluttering Sheer euphoria I hide my face You look a bit confused Don't be If you could see my face At the very moment Red and blushing brightly. ------------------ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dontask Posted February 22, 2011 Share Posted February 22, 2011 a warm glow from your face on the coldest of days and your scent left on my pillow on the loneliest of nights nothing is changing for me but you help. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AnnaLu Posted March 4, 2011 Share Posted March 4, 2011 Sorry, no poem, but I love this thread, all your poems/stories are so beautiful. Promise I will think of one for my next post here. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Born Lee Posted March 7, 2011 Share Posted March 7, 2011 Hopeless Romantic, Still My eyes were in the sky To cure a heart darkened; a flower An angel. Admittedly, a jealousness of his closeness, of his happiness. His fantastic (fainting!) fancy. My male objective too - part of this, The uni world that strobes and curves And smiles and romps in white plaster rooms. I looked up that morning, with objective striking through my morning walk, through any riffs and thought rambles, my eyebrows furrowed; an unbecoming suave smile on baby, dreamy eyes and distant face. All the while, a familiar weight: Stomaching. Finally, food inside and balled fists, I enter the expected theatre. Not here, or at least, Not in her usual seat. Didn't come today? Sick? Or decided to sit with friends. And all my shadows go. All my guts relax. I smile a familiar smile, and true is my relaxation, As I listen and write to a melodic, American, cantering voice. Not even listening. Probably that little blond head there. I take from all the intelligent waffle- Charlie Marlow, Powell and Barall- If we wre meant to fall over one another, First, you have to bump into me, My love. -------- Plug - http://leeolittlefaith.wordpress.com/ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mjarre Posted March 9, 2011 Share Posted March 9, 2011 Nothing Here to Fear When will this end? When will I feel like me again? This is diluting my soul And making me want to explode. Sometimes I just want to scream And ask what’s wrong with me? I don’t want to give in Why did this have to begin? Just when I feel alright You come back into sight Making me want to cry What else is there to try? I swear this isn’t the real me This isn’t who I want to be But it’s so hard to let go Of everything I know Can’t you take my hand Just try to understand It’s not what I meant to say Don’t let it end this way! Stand up, reach out, explain I can’t handle the blame! I need to feel release Please give me some peace. You hold the only key To set my torment free. There isn’t a monster here There’s nothing here to fear. Plug: http://mjarre.wordpress.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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