The Writing Thread !

[bouncytigger22]

any writers out there? i love writing. i get done with my writing in about 5 minutes at school. i am currently on page 15 or so on a book i was writing. i also love short stories.

discuss. do you like to write?
what kind of stories do you write?

share your stories.

[DisGirlAllie]

I'm on page 22 of my pirate book and page eight of the book I started today. I love to write books.:) :) :)

[bouncytigger22]

I'm on page 22 of my pirate book and page eight of the book I started today. I love to write books.:) :) :)

cool allie.
but sometimes i dont know what to write about, you know?
is creative writing a class you take in high school? are you in high school?

[::Snow_White::]

YES.

I LOVE writing. Anything...essays, stories, poems, speeches, fanfic anything. Like the stuff in my signatures I LOVE writing those small poem things...so much fun.
Right now, I'm working on 3 hp fanfics.
1 national treasure one.
1 potc one.
And I'm also pretty far into a book I call Murder 26. Murder mystery of course.
I like any genre of books.

And I'm right now writing down why I want to join this club at school...I like those too.

Like I said...anything I can write, I love. My English teacher told me my voice comes out alot in my writing. I'm hoping to become an author some day. Going to college to major in some sort of creative writing or something along those lines.

LOVE LOVE LOVE writing.

[DisGirlAllie]

cool allie.
but sometimes i dont know what to write about, you know?
is creative writing a class you take in high school? are you in high school?

Yea it took me a month to get that perfect. Writing about things come naturally to me for some reason. I dunno if it's an option 'round here. I'm in mid-school.

[bouncytigger22]

oh cool. I love writing. I love school essays. doesnt that sound weird though? lol. i always have to shake my hand after awile during the essay because i write like 70 words in a minute lol. it does come natural.
kayla thats so cool. yeah i maybe wanna be an author too.

psychologist/author. sounds good to me.

[DisGirlAllie]

I know I'll be like to Katie
Me: "oww my hand hurts"
Katie: "Why?"
Me: "Because I've been typing too long"
Katie: "Oh my god."

[SBubba18]

I love writing. I am really good at it when I don't have to be, but like for school, I always mess up somewhere because there is pressure put on me to write good.

[bouncytigger22]

hehe. i know my hands hurt always from writing in school.

Katie: Hey allie, i just got done writing my essay for school, and my hand hurts.
allie:cool.
Katie: i know
Allie:yeah.

[DisGirlAllie]

hehe. i know my hands hurt always from writing in school.

Katie: Hey allie, i just got done writing my essay for school, and my hand hurts.
allie:cool.
Katie: i know
Allie:yeah.

wait is your name Katie?

[::Snow_White::]

My friend is sending her book she's finished to a publisher.
She's let me in on some of the characters.
I think she'll get it published.
She said she is taking me and some friends to New England if she makes a lot of money. :D :woohoo:

She was actually the person that first made me want to write. Glad she did.

[bouncytigger22]

wait is your name Katie?

yeah!

SHARE YOUR STORIES!! parts of them . i guess. whatever you guys want to WRITE.

[DisGirlAllie]

yeah!

I was talking about my step sis Katie.:rotfl:

[bouncytigger22]

I was talking about my step sis Katie.:rotfl:

wow!! lol .

share your stories guys!

[::Snow_White::]

My "Murder 26" Needs alot of going back over. Some of it doesn't make any sense at all and it doesn't follow well. It was just something I thought of after watching CSI one night. There is a chapter called "Pizza Delivery." xD
But I'll put like poems and stuff on here.

[::Snow_White::]

When we would play tag on the jungle gym.
When we made bets on who would throw up on the merry-go-round first.
When we threw rocks on the slide and played hide-and-seek.
When I held your hand when you were too scared to cross the monkey bars.
When all we cared about was making mud pies and staying up late.
When we got angry when our parents all called us in for the night.
Let's find our friends. Let's go back there. I'll race you to the swings.
One. Two. THREE!

That's one.

[DisGirlAllie]

yeah!

SHARE YOUR STORIES!! parts of them . i guess. whatever you guys want to WRITE.
I would but if I want a chance of them getting published I can't even tell y'all the title.

wow!!
Yep. We've got a crazy household.

[bouncytigger22]

I would but if I want a chance of them getting published I can't even tell y'all the title.


Yep. We've got a crazy household.

hehe lol. kayla ur talented.

i write stupid short stories that i wouldnt want you guys to laugh about.

[::Snow_White::]

Aww. I wouldn't laugh. I wanna read! :D

Silly imagination. Immature children.
They know nothing, but in fact they know everything.
They sense the fear, the happiness, the confusion.
They know more than you give them credit for.
Open your eyes and watch them learn.
Watch them imagine their own world.
Watch them grow and watch them play.
For they are your future.

...Yeah...and that. I actually just made that up right now. xD

[hidmickey:myantidrug]

I do love to write. I took a creative writing class last year and I found that I enjoy writing memoirs the most, by far.

Here's the first one that I wrote. This may or may not be the edited version - I don't particually feel like reading through to see. I'm thinking, though, that it isn't because there's no title on it. I may or may not come back to edit it later. Sorry about the length here and how there is no indentation because of how the boards are changing it. So, as a result, I'm marking the paragraph beginings with '#'.

*****
# It’s not intolerable pain until I look straight at it. The silver slimy hook is hanging there like it was its life intention. Everyone is standing there, just around, gasping, chuckling, making disgusted faces, all dependent on his or her age. You could cut the sense of shock, mostly of my stupidity, with a cheesecake sting, that which my Great Aunt left to come to my aide. Crimson streaks made trippy swirls through the black of my tightly closed eyes; they had yet to transfer down to my finger. Like a still punctured pin in a Happy Anniversary balloon, the hook had yet to let anything out, plugging the volcano that would eventually burst.
# Age two was the age of bliss. The play and the carefree nature, which is a constantly dwindling flame by now, made my life mine. Pollywags were overly abundant at the Shack in the country, in our country more than an hour, no more than two, away from our demanding lifestyle in the suburbs. Collecting the tadpoles, dubbed pollywags years before my time, was our hobby, and still is over a dozen years later. My twin first cousins-once-removed, making them the younger cousins of my mother, were my best friends. Four years my senior, Andrew and Ashley were my teammates in crime, and life. Their coolness was never ending. And when they were scolded, they were idolized, the Lord in the eyes of a two year old, taking a fall for the greater good. I’ve learned a lot from the pair of them, most importantly, at that age, the art of the pollywag hunt. Handfuls at a time, we scooped those suckers into our yellow buckets and paraded them around with our heads held high, usually using some sort of marching feet. One summer afternoon, the sun at a moderate height in the not-so-special sky, Andrew, loving himself for his accomplishments hopped in, presumably for emphasis, to show off his bucket. In it, he had more than the usual. It was like the sporadic Easter when you got a pound of chocolate rabbit rather than just a bunch of bite sized pieces. Looking into his pail, we saw what we were accustomed to, a pet stores supply worth of pollywags, but with a new surprise - a fully grown, yet small in size, frog. In sync with a squeal and a “Whoa!”, Ashley hoisted the frog up from its new habitat into the air in order to share in her brother’s success. The frog, not enjoying his experience in the sky, decided to flee, jumping off two heads on its way onto the house floor, just like you see in the movies, wreaking havoc over the already overcrowded house.
# Along the trail in the backyard of our “Shack”, you can find a nature trail. About halfway through the walk and a the highest point of the hills sits a hunting “cabin”, which can better be described as a small little tree fort where you could normally find ten year old boys sitting out in their backyard talking about comic books and the little red haired girl in their class. This hunting lookout has been in the family longer than I have, or my mother has, for that matter. Its successes are shown in pictorial form on the living room wall, like how a doctor displays diplomas on the wall of the office. From up there, we could view the most beautiful of sunsets. The way they hit the back brush was picturesque in a way hardly describable. The blends of oranges, golds, reds, sapphires, and violets had the magical abilities to wash away any pain, taking it down with the sun to the point where it met the dissociating seaweed and the legendary uncatchable fish who was old enough to be my grandfather.
# Standing on the dock now, the glare of the metal trying to blind me doesn’t prevent the glare of the worm’s eyes staring at me, taunting, from where it lies down near my left foot. The pain was interrupted by the backlash whip of the hook being removed and was quickly replaced with the most excruciating pain of my conscious memory. The tear in my hand was large but it was ponies in Never-Neverland in comparison to the death that I felt was surely coming. Laying myself down on the dock, a quarter for drama, the rest for an attempt at pain relief, I caught a glimpse of the stupid fish that I was trying to catch in the first place.
# I caught his brother the next trip.
# That’s exactly what it was about. It wasn’t the revenge so much, not more than a twelfth at least, but it was getting back. It was not letting a fear fiddle with the mind and the course it decides to take. It’s the mind defeating mental matter and the intruding fish hooks found in every dark, slimy, bright, or cobwebby corner in life’s never ending zigs.
*****

I'm also very into journalism type writing.

[bouncytigger22]

i cant find my story. BOO!! hmm.. i could make up something.

When a childs face lights up with excitement for the first time, you know you've brought him to the right place. He runs up to mickey mouse and gives him a big hug, and mickey gives one back. The child cant stop talking about when he met mickey, and how he wants to meet minnie mouse so much. When he finally does, he whispers in her ear "Minnie, you are so pretty." Minnie blushes and pats his head with her hand.

I just made that up. horrible i know.

[::Snow_White::]

I loved that Jessica! [I think your name is Jessica..]

No. I like Katie. :D

Hmm. I'll make a disney one now. It's about a guy.

The feeling of extrodinary excitment.
The smell of the main street popcorn, and cotton candy.
The freezing touch of the slick chocolate Mickey bar across your lips.
Your eyes gazing upon the magnificent building that lies ahead. The building you've been longing to see for such a long period of time.
You walk. Joy explodes from your heart as you approach what you've been waiting to see since you were a small infant.
When you first saw the picture of the building in your warm kitchen TV that winters day.
"Mommy look, it's a parade. Where are they at mommy?" You'd call to your loving caregiver.
"Walt Disney World sweetie. And you see that, that castle way back there. That's cinderella's castle." She would respond.
Your eyes widen, your face lit up. "Mommy...I want to go there someday."
And someday you shall. That someday was today. Every emotion, every concern, every fear just seems to melt away like a candle.
"So Dad. Is it everything you imagined." A tall young man sits his hand carefully on your shoulder as you stop breathless in front of it's tall entrance.
"Even better son. Even better."
~Cinderella's Castle~

[epchicax3]

heres a poem i wrote;

he's home from work
yet another bad day.
he throws his stuff
she'll have to pay.

she takes a deep breath
and closes her eyes
as she runs up the stairs
she tries to hide.

he opens the door
she's under the bed
shaking with fear
her clothes stained red.

he hits her hard
she can feel it swell.
its just another day
living in hell.

her moms not home
so he beats her more
"you've ruined my life
you stupid #####.

now you'll have to pay
for everything that's gone wrong."
she closes her eyes,
hopes it wont take long.

her eyes are black
her mouth is red
he beats her more
theres cuts in her head.

"im sorry daddy!
why are you doing this to me?
i've left you alone
why can't you let me be?"

her speech is cut short
-another kid dead.
on her grave
lay roses red.



It's probably the worst thing I've written, but I wrote it so I thought I'd add it. it's not about me. I was watching tv and this kid was abused... so it got me thinking and I came up with this. i wrote it so people can be aware that this stuff really does happen, as horrible as it may be and hope people dont do it.

[bouncytigger22]

i just wrote this one last night.


it's call I'll wait for you.

I'll wait for you. I'll wait for you in the gates of heaven. When I see you, we are going to run around in circles, pretending we are children. And then I'll know that we belong together, and that the time I had to wait for you was worth it. And we can act like we are twenty, even though we grew old together, and I will know that I am in the right place, with the right person. I'll wait for you, my love.

You guys inspired me to write.
It's partly because of my grandpa, who died about a month ago.

[Loves Disney]

I'm always writing. In high school I took creative writing and two honors composition classes. Now I am entering college as an English major and I plan to take many more courses focused on writing. It's a passion of mine.

[tigger/winnie/tink]

in my Sig i have a link to my writing nothing has been validated though it takes ten day blah i write poetry and fanfic the other day i wrote a pom about how intimidating a piece of blank paper is it was stupid but I'll post it sigh

I stare down at my paper
I hear in my head Write Write
Laughing in my face like Bellatrix lestrange
plain and white its stares at me
my pencil in my hand wanting to be glided across the paper
but yet i can't all my thoughts gone
daydreams had flown away
i sat there wanting to write needing something to do
its really stupid :confused:

[DollfieDreams]

i adore writing. from original stories to fanfics and even small challenge fics. im going into college to major in english and minor in creative writing. my only problem is im a little bit of a procrastinator, so it takes me some time to write, but when i do i let loose with tons of details.

[hidmickey:myantidrug]

I loved that Jessica! [I think your name is Jessica..]

No. I like Katie. :D

Hmm. I'll make a disney one now. It's about a guy.

The feeling of extrodinary excitment.
The smell of the main street popcorn, and cotton candy.
The freezing touch of the slick chocolate Mickey bar across your lips.
Your eyes gazing upon the magnificent building that lies ahead. The building you've been longing to see for such a long period of time.
You walk. Joy explodes from your heart as you approach what you've been waiting to see since you were a small infant.
When you first saw the picture of the building in your warm kitchen TV that winters day.
"Mommy look, it's a parade. Where are they at mommy?" You'd call to your loving caregiver.
"Walt Disney World sweetie. And you see that, that castle way back there. That's cinderella's castle." She would respond.
Your eyes widen, your face lit up. "Mommy...I want to go there someday."
And someday you shall. That someday was today. Every emotion, every concern, every fear just seems to melt away like a candle.
"So Dad. Is it everything you imagined." A tall young man sits his hand carefully on your shoulder as you stop breathless in front of it's tall entrance.
"Even better son. Even better."
~Cinderella's Castle~

Thanks :goodvibes. And yup, that is my name. :thumbsup2

I love yours, too. I especially like the end.

There hasn't been a single piece on here that I haven't liked - although many for different reasons.. :thumbsup2

[::Snow_White::]

Thanks.

Ah, this has encouraged me to go write some more. :]
I shall.

[bouncytigger22]

Thanks.

Ah, this has encouraged me to go write some more. :]
I shall.

did you read my story? i shall post it again.
KAYLA INSPIRED ME TO SAY SHALL.

[bouncytigger22]

Oh summertime


oh summertime, please dont go. It seems like just yesterday we were running out from the school doors, so excited to start the summertime. Now, we only have a couple days until we will walk back into those doors. Oh summertime, dont leave yet.

i just made that up now. well, i wrote it down in my story book just now xD

[::Snow_White::]

I like them both very much.

Shall...Shall. SHALL. I like that word.

Snowflakes slide down my clear glass window.
Falling from the grey gloomy clouds above.
I hear it. The rain, it taps upon the top of the house.
Soothing it sounds. The cold winter mornings have arrived.
Slick Icy roads. Be careful. Snowball fights and a snowman.
With buttons as eyes and a carrot as a nose.
Skating on the fishing pond. It's water is clear as day through the solid ice.
Those frozen winter days, end as the brightly lit sun behind the clouds set.
Take a seat beside the woodstove as you sip on your warm hot chocolate.
As you take a nap under your wool blanket. It's winter.

[Tinkerrat]

i love to write
right now i'm writing a fanfic for potc
i am on my 134 page
:goodvibes
i write all the time
if i don't write i'll go crazy
i would love it if any of you guys who write anything post a link or post it on here i would love to read it :upsidedow