Rhymes with Booze Posted August 3, 2007 Share Posted August 3, 2007 Sorry I think I mis-understood too. Didn't mean to yell at you lol. Yeah, I don't think it's illegal writing about it, but I just strongly disagree with it. (Unless of course you are telling a serious story about it, coz it happens in real life), but when you start throwing it in to Harry Potter, which is a children's tale, I'm sorry but that's just wrong Then you obviously didn't partake in the "Board's Version of Harry Potter 7" (in Banter). Some sick, funny shit. Scary. But funny. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bellamyspiano Posted August 3, 2007 Share Posted August 3, 2007 Then you obviously didn't partake in the "Board's Version of Harry Potter 7" (in Banter). Some sick, funny shit. Scary. But funny. No I think I missed that lol. I guess (like Caff said earlier) I'm just very wary about what I say and do, coz these days (and I'm sure you'll agree) you have to be VERY careful when it comes to certain topics involving 'sex' and children' Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rhymes with Booze Posted August 3, 2007 Share Posted August 3, 2007 No I think I missed that lol. I guess (like Caff said earlier) I'm just very wary about what I say and do, coz these days (and I'm sure you'll agree) you have to be VERY careful when it comes to certain topics involving 'sex' and children' We're breaking it down in Current Affairs at the moment. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bellamyspiano Posted August 3, 2007 Share Posted August 3, 2007 We're breaking it down in Current Affairs at the moment. Oh interesting. I'll head over thanks Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Juuso Posted August 3, 2007 Share Posted August 3, 2007 As far as I know, the only thing that's really illegal with writing is to use someone's name/work without permission. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bellamyspiano Posted August 3, 2007 Share Posted August 3, 2007 As far as I know, the only thing that's really illegal with writing is to use someone's name/work without permission. Yes, tis true. I realise that now Still don't agree with some of it tho Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mr.BS Posted August 25, 2007 Author Share Posted August 25, 2007 Thread resurrection! Ok, so a question to all writers and readers alike: Do you prefer a)well written stories or b)well plotted stories? Since authors more oft than not seem to fall into one of those two camps, do you all have any personal favorites of the two? Ideally it'd be both, but out of the two. And I'll just go ahead and ask the next question too: plot driven or character driven stories? As in does the plot move forward because the character makes it, or do things happen to the character to make it move forward? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Maryii Posted September 8, 2007 Share Posted September 8, 2007 Are we still allowed to post our stuff in here? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bellamyspiano Posted September 8, 2007 Share Posted September 8, 2007 None Muse related, yeah Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Maryii Posted September 9, 2007 Share Posted September 9, 2007 I have an engagement to get to the heart of this holy mess Peacemaking can be a nasty calling But I still hope for the best And pray for the end of this dispute Align forces Divine command Hiding's out of order Time to challenge black lists and sacrifice If we reach conformity Peace will rise Vindication is at hand Pray for the end of this dispute Align forces Divine command Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mr.BS Posted September 9, 2007 Author Share Posted September 9, 2007 Ohhh, those could be some really wicked song lyrics. I likey. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bellamyspiano Posted September 9, 2007 Share Posted September 9, 2007 Yeah they would make some awesome lyrics! Great stuff! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Maryii Posted September 12, 2007 Share Posted September 12, 2007 Ty guys... I'm working on more stuff but I have to study too, so it might take a while... Please post your work too! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mr.BS Posted September 13, 2007 Author Share Posted September 13, 2007 I remember you asking about them a few pages back... did they lead you on and cut off at the last minute or what? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Maryii Posted September 14, 2007 Share Posted September 14, 2007 I suspect putsch Power playing my way through life is a puzzling grind A dish fit for a King All hail to the Queen! We've got no rights We've got no rights All we've got is wrong No need to back down though Just hail to the Queen Go on and hail! I'm in the same frame of mind as when I wrote the previous one... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mr.BS Posted September 15, 2007 Author Share Posted September 15, 2007 Could deffo see that as a vicious sort of chant Maryii... proper fight song if you will. And I haven't written any short un-related to my book for a while now so I'll see if I can dig anything up and post it... And Zilch, what's your book about anyway? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Maryii Posted September 15, 2007 Share Posted September 15, 2007 Lol! Thanks mate! I'll post something less aggressive next time... Just one question: Is it hail TO...or hail THE? English is not my mother tong... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mr.BS Posted September 16, 2007 Author Share Posted September 16, 2007 Errr... most of the time it's hail to the queen but in your case it is hail the whatever. Hail to the is the proper form or whatnot. And here goes my very own short story. Iris When the disco ball reminds you of a particular, dazzling set of eyes, and the deep thump of the bass a flashback to heavy, moist, urgent breathing, and the crush of humanity forces memories of more personal, intimate contact, then you might be lonely. Makes me wonder why I come to clubs in the first place. It's been far too long than I care to admit, and I'll also admit it's been far too long since I really cared. I'm not old, but I'm not young; I don't not like people, but I don't get the warm fuzzies either. Normally something of a hermit, I only come out to socialize when the loneliness, when the lack of a feminine touch overpower my churlish reticence and venture into such clubs; then shocked and cowed at the experience I reenter my cocoon. Backfire. Sometimes when the pendulum swings, it swings too far. I always embark on such shenanigans with stars in my eyes and darkness in my heart. My highfalutin notions of finding love (or whatever) clash with a cold, ruthlessly logical core of my heart; neither wins, I lose. But now the atmosphere tonight doesn't seem as nearly humid with lust or claustrophobic with roaming hands as it normally is; tonight is cozy, tonight is a brilliantly starry night in a big city. Tonight is redemption. I normally have the disconcerting habit of seeing things, shall I say, differently. Walking in, fine vision, if a bit obscured by the haze and darkness. One drink though and wham, psycho-actively altered vision. People lose their color, every thing really: all that remains is a transparent silhouette where once a person stood. Their white chalk outlines remind me of every crime scene, and when the light show alternates blue and red I automatically connect the scene with a murder. My murder, really. Sometimes when the pendulum swings, it doesn't stop. As I watch this room of ghouls and ghosts, something different happens. Every prior foray into the social ecosystem of closed circles and cold shoulders I had seen only the crime scene outlines; grotesque countours with their grinding and grabbing; every one, DJ and bartender included, a white trace. But now, just as the lord said let there be light, now there is color. I took psychology, and I know how the eye is supposed to work. Light enters through the pupil (dilating with too much light, or to gain a finer picture, and expanding with too little) focused through the cornea upside down, strikes the lining of the back of the eye, and is transmitted by a special nerve to the visual cortex in the brain where the image is righted. Nowhere in any textbook was the silhouette syndrome mentioned. With just the outlines it was strange, now with each silhouette it's own kaleidoscope it's downright bizarre. My psychology book though might read something like this: it's me. My doing. I suppose my loneliness reflected onto them, through them, reflected back through myself. Now though, these hazy, vaguely color filled outlines are my creation, their color is my comfort. Their color is my direct responsibility. All we see and all we do is a biography, a fingerprint of ours on life. As some colors brighten, they stop, face; some color back but others return to their black and white void. I'm afraid when the pendulum swings, it'll come full circle. I notice one figure. One solitary figure where details are filling in, filling all the way in. First long, curly hair, followed by deep denim jeans; a single t-shirt, no logo, colored a pale blue, then sandals. Casual, elegant, beautiful. Still not entirely filled in, she's the most real thing in the room to me. She too alone, she too surveying the masses, she too outside the closed circles. I know without even asking she's refused to pay their price of admission; her soul is whole. Are my eyes filling her in because she's beautiful, or is she herself filling my eyes because she's perfect. Fully formed, we make eye contact simultaneously. Two pairs of pupils dilated in pleasure and shock in recognition, and all the silhouettes disappear entirely. Just me and her now, just our hearts beating in our own perfect rhythm and symmetry. The pendulum has stopped. I'm not afraid anymore. [end] My first real attempt at 'fluff' and I apologize if it seems a bit muddled/schizo at times, I was writing this in between tables at my restaurant so it may not have a cohesiveness. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Maryii Posted September 19, 2007 Share Posted September 19, 2007 Beautiful. My kind of fluff that is... Incisive! I hope you post more soon! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Maryii Posted September 24, 2007 Share Posted September 24, 2007 Born years apart We're twins And I loved you And I hated you And you drove me away Opposite poles we are I cut the chord Defying control Torn Fearing you'd come for me Come for me You screamed my name For so long I looked up to you I looked down on you It drove me astray Here's another one as promised... I hope you like it! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mr.BS Posted September 24, 2007 Author Share Posted September 24, 2007 Ah I can never write proper poetry but that's beautiful. Strange thing is, I know exactly what you mean about a love hate relationship... well done. And for my own... The thing about friendship is that it's non-transferable, non-shareable. You gain it, earn it, and live it in a week, but lose it gram by gram as the summer breeze turns into winters chill; till time again comes around as a balmy early fall zephyr. "Goodbye." It's cliche, but I mean it. I'll miss this place and whenever I need a mental vacation during a particularly boring lecture I've already learned all I have to do is close my eyes and look at the sprawling bay at sunset. Look down at the dock with friends casually dipping their feet in the water. Laughing. "We'll see each other soon right? I mean we've got to now!" It's vacation. It's camp. It's everything. And yet I know that this really is goodbye. I know that after this we go back to our 'real worlds' and our 'real friends' and never keep in touch. Oh, excuse me. There is that obligatory two-week-after-call full more of silence and pauses then actual words. Oh, and the vague promise to 'see each other soon.' Again. For real this time though; no lies, and no bullshit in that promise. "I won't forget about you. Never." Time is an infinitely malleable concept. Does time still pass if I can sense your hair in the breeze if I'm wearing a full snow-suit? Does time still pass if at that two week phone call we talk as if we barely ever knew each other? If we easily pretend for our peace of mind in the 'real world' that we never had our conversations that flowed easily as pelicans between sets of waves? No. Time only passes when I wake up that one preordained morning and my first thought isn't of you. And we hug good bye, each to go our separate ways, each to remember each other in the brightest possible light, but never to again dwelve into memories where we talk. And we fall for each other. After all, what's a week? What are seven days together after all compared to everything and everyone else we knew and will know. Can't stop the world from turning on it's axis. Can't stop time. And we hug goodbye. I look in your eye, and you look in mine. Never again, never again... to do damn near anything except reminisce. Time stops, time starts, and time goes on and on and on waiting for fools and sages to tempt it again. "Goodbye." It won't have to wait too long. "I'll miss you." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Maryii Posted September 25, 2007 Share Posted September 25, 2007 Incisive once again! I've experienced that recently and even though we (my friend and I) agreed to meet for new year, I know that the lack of communication will eventually destroy whatever bond we've built. Sad. I've been very productive lately and I intend to write much more... You have inspired me! Thank you so much! All this stuff I've been writing about has been burning inside for so long... It's good to be able to share it with someone. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Maryii Posted September 25, 2007 Share Posted September 25, 2007 Looking back I understand That all my wrong turns Led me here No turning back now Terrified of misconceptions I walk on Deserted in the valley Will I be welcomed home With love, bread and wine In the end Or with dishonor There's no other way but upwards I march on and on Deserted in the valley My brothers dispute my right My only allies Are my foes Time to toughen up There's no other way but upwards I march on and on Deserted in the valley Clenching fists I hike on up The pain and the fear Block the way I increase the pace Terrified of misconceptions I walk on Deserted in the valley Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mr.BS Posted September 26, 2007 Author Share Posted September 26, 2007 I hear ya about letting it out... I've just been too busy to write lately which is really pissing me off. And deserted in the valley... I've said it once and I'll say it again: your poetry makes for amazing song lyrics. Only part I didn't like is the 'my only allies/ are my foes"; seemed a bit too cliche to me. Looks like it'll just be the two of us keeping this thread alive huh? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
El Zilcho Posted September 26, 2007 Share Posted September 26, 2007 Somehow I don't really like/get poems that don't ryhme Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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