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Coop! I knew i'd find you somewhere. How are you?

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At 12/8/08 10:13 PM, OillSpillJack wrote: I somtimes write short storys in my free time, and i'm ok at drawing. Mind if i jump on and join?

feel free my friend, I would like something to read

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At 12/8/08 09:32 AM, gumOnShoe wrote: http://webpub.allegheny.edu/student/K/ki rklib/

it seems pretty cool... i browsed around the site, let me know when it can be heard.. who is this by the way?

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Curious...

anyone still around these days? My writing has been scarice these last few months.... i need a jolt. I'd like to read through and comment if anyone has anything new. If you would prefer light comments than critique, let me know in advance.

Myst

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At 8/29/07 05:45 PM, Tri-Nitro-Toluene wrote:

At 8/29/07 02:38 PM, Ninja-Without-Sight wrote: This is a perfect club for me. I always have good ideas for flash, but I can't make it for shit. Can I join?

By all means, feel free to post any ideas or scripts you may have. Some one will get round to reading it :P If it goes for too long without a critique just drop me a PM and I'll try and give it a read.

Still here and kicking are you. I wish I had more time to do the same. How are you TNT?

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At 2/25/07 08:23 PM, hanz1 wrote: I have read a couple of the sumbmissions of writers in this club. You are all very good. I almost feel like I don't belong here as a writer myself. Maybe I'll submit some of my writings in the near future. assuming no one objects with this noob doing so?

post away, my friend. All newgrounds peopel are welcome.

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I came back... just for this!

Jack Bauer is the epitome of man.

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At 12/26/06 10:46 PM, Ebolarama wrote: ATTN: MystWilliams
It's WithoutCease.

Hi.

Hi.

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Oh and heres a story:

Eddy

You never check your pulse enough. Not when you’re rushing for the bus station. Not when you bloat on the couch. Not when she quietly fondles with your ear.

This isn’t about you.

You should not look to fantasize in my words. My decorated memories have served none happiness. It is best that you dream elsewhere. Go act your desires. You’re not getting any wiser.

Check your pulse.

All of this from a man who wears a porcelain mask, limiting observation. Looking through an empty bottle of wine you see disorder on the outside of the base – buckled shapes, and confronting hues of the glass. As your vision centres, as it swallows any distraction, the tip of the groove in the bottom of the bottle clearly duplicates half an inch of your surroundings.

You never see a race horse with blinders sidetracked.

A hand cloth does not confuse its purpose.

Blindness stopped no great being.

‘Can I see your invitation, sir?” the fat-cheeked man asked from behind April adorned iron bars. I lifted the paper from my jacket pocket. It limply opened in his hands.

Call cats homesick.

A fake smile parallels the eyebrows. ‘Welcome, sir,’ was spoken as his jiggling face turned to the side and the gates slowly pulled away from me.

I nodded, unable to form a clear thought, aside from the shuddering leaf stemmed from a lonely branch much too extended from home. With one large sum of rain the leaf tore apart, and twisted towards the trimmed grass.

Nearing, I stepped off the walkway towards the last sighting of that broken leaf. I placed my hands against my knees and gazed into the spongy ground. I noticed my shoes gathering water in the worn grooves, and began off the front yard.

Call a missing leaf nascent.

I was in no mood for a party: constant malaise frequently matured into unsaturated nausea. I bear calamity with equanimity. There is travesty in my trigonometry. I counted seven steps.

I knocked seven times.

Entering the montage of synthetic emotions birthed from radiant and superfluous colours, few eyes took notice to my arrival, and the little glances I grabbed seemed distant and childlike: playful, but estrange. After my coat was taken from me, I hesitated to forward into the crowd. A dull confusion absorbed my mind as my limbs numbed to my frozen joints. I dragged across the foyer.

Call children occupational hazards.

The slender-legged women approached me like a stripper on floor duty, sliding into my lap. I hadn’t noticed her hand until it was too late, and was fixated on my crotch. I slowly moved my eyes to hers and counted her blinks. She tilted her head: her neck crooked like a misplaced portrait. Her stiff porcelain lips touched mine. Her hand pulled out of my pocket. I believe she caressed my waist – or imagined.

Eleven green blinks.

It was then I fell to the sound of the Moonlight Sonata – fell to the notes of passion like a starving wanderer before a feast, like weakness in my voice, like gasping. I’d say I followed the sounds to the ballroom, but the sounds led me.

And there lied heaven.

A woman: a bath lover; a pillow hater; a choir singer; an actress; a lover of rain; a fondler of hair; a personality; a people person; a beauty; an image; an idea; a love; a loss. She was inquisitive, comedic, steadfast, gifted, supple, and once heavily medicated. She had departed.

And there lied hell.

I turned towards the ground before having seen her face. Transparency struck me, but struck me only once, and suddenly I had worsened. I was a man in the highway waiting to be hit. I was a measuring tube for emotional agony. I was desert. I was Antarctica.

Even when I continued to stare at the ground with her back to me, all I saw was her face. I lightly stroked my cold mask, and I froze as if I were waiting for a tear to drip from the tip of my nose. I looked towards her as she gazed out the large windows, and I began faintly towards her.

Call visions defeat.

I think startled by my footsteps she turned around. She was without a mask, and I could see each detail that was embossed in my every second vision. Years stood before me; months consumed my thoughts; weeks, days, and moments were all seen in a blink.

One blue blink.

Music never has an empty day. I was full.

I held out my hand and she placed her soft fingers against mine. Stepping across the marble floor, we leisurely embraced one another and danced to Beethoven’s masterpiece from adagio sostenuto to presto agitato. We hung on to the music and swayed as the pianist’s fingers rest, and she looked into my eyes: recognition or curiosity?

Touching my mask I tightened, and tenderly took her hand as she moved to pull the porcelain over my face. Liberating from my arms she turned towards the staircase and briskly rapped from my reach.

She knocked seven times.

I followed and spoke the words, “you seem familiar.” Though my mouth was muffled by the mask more than I had anticipated and she walked on, losing sight of me in the hallways of the upper floor.

And then the room fell motionless in an alluding stage play for my eyes only, and I knew then the farce I had endured.

Call women insomnia.

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At 10/4/06 11:43 AM, Tri-Nitro-Toluene wrote: Fucking Hell!

Myst!

Where the hell have you been? I've not seen hide nor tail of you for ages :-) Welcome back mate.

I have been warring off the many tides of life... I am sure you can imagine the scenarios. And thanks! I am trying my damn’dest to step in as much as I can, as a bit of free time has been heading my way lately.

And thanks for the comment. I quite agree that I'm finding my voice. I re-read some of the things I've posted early on in the clubs life and cringed at some of them.

haha... I cringe at all of my old work, and new work, but that is the life of a writer.

I'm glad you liked "Tick tock" though. It means a hell of a lot when someone as good as you says they were slightly enlightened by a piece :P

I found it arose many considerations in me... which I loved about it.

At 9/22/06 09:53 AM, Coop83 wrote: Guys, I could do with your opinion on my interpretation of Death - Pratchett has done his, I've pulled mine out of a slightly more bizzare concept:

First, I would like to note, that the last paragraph was my favourite. And I am sure you can imagine why, as I like satisfaction.

So, from the standpoint of the story and yet the writing, I think it is a valid insert. I quite like the intrigue it brings forth. One thing you have mastered is manipulating the writer's curiosity, and by god, I’m curious!

I find it odd that paper, quill and signatures hold value in the "spiritual world" haha, but that is the fun of these things (and by things I mean genres)... I think I had the right to snicker at that idea, and I think you, as the writer, meant for it, or, at least, don't mind it.

I feel a bit of the beginning was skimmed over quicker than it had to be. I commend you for trying to tighten your development, but I always found the greatest beauty of your writing to be the description and fluid detail. If I can make any sense of the awe I found in your writing (more before, but flavours still present), I would compare you to Caravaggio... consider drama, detail, and his use of light... that is your writing, to me.

There are a few awkward sentences, that, though syntactically correct, could read better, but these things are miniscule, and I feel no need to interrupt your writing with my individual taste... as I believe, for those that are most wavering, you will re-write by your own eyes in editing.

Now, in simplifying your writing, I found that you have added some pedestrian tongue (and I hardly mean that as an insult, but rather as: OK... you are not Stephen King... you are more Tolkien... live and breath you haha)... an example of this:

...making him look like a more evil version of William Shakespeare

Now, this may be again an idea of taste, but I find this a tad tabloid... wouldn’t the comparison be stronger if you made it more direct? ex//

...appearing like an evil William Shakepseare … or the like…

I know, it is hardly different, but you do not need to state that it is a "version of"... because the common idea of Shakespeare is not evil, thus it is clear. "making him look like" also seems pedestrian. And I point this out not because you should change this one line (that is entirely up to you), but so that you are aware of these things (as I feel it happens more than once) when you are editing this piece.

Let me also say, at this point, that critiquing makes me sound as if I dislike a piece. I would like to note: I Like It! I am simply doing what i can to help. : )

Let me think… aside from the points mentioned, I can hardly find anything of it to critique. I haven’t read enough of the story to critique the story itself… but I feel compelled to read more… so I cannot wait for a further instalment.

Awesome work! My interest lingers… blind… and longing.

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At 10/3/06 03:29 PM, Tri-Nitro-Toluene wrote: Tick tock

It has been some time since I have read your work, and this my friend is a beautiful commentary. I can see you are growing as a writer TNT (aka Fox) because not only are becoming more observational, but you are fine tuning your voice.

I will have to keep up my visits and hope to stumble across a short of yours. I find it brilliant how much your writing has grown.

awesome work.

and so very true. i feel slightly enlightened.

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a poem:

pretending hazel doesn't exist

oscillating pupils, furiously reading
my empty, dysthymic face
draw conclusions with a nail
against my growing-whisker cheek
until sport is no longer pleasant
and scrunched up tears obstinate,
remaining pain.

dying arms reach fingerprints
while shadow leans on shoulder
ending the faultless instant of frailty,
atoning ridicule through wired blouse;
it is something, me, the arrogant jackass
would only say, to you, the insular liar:
modern erasing:

making life easy, but
making living hard

OH AND SHIT... i forgot about doctors thread... must go now, and try and catch up. :P im an ass... whose working too much at a crappy hardware store. its true. its pathetic. damn summer jobs.

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bias assurance

i know you were
an itching half-masked immigrant of my dorm
tired eyed and puffy skulled,
circling black liner below your brow
now fingering jaws of cocaine lines
under heat lamps biding through wild whiskers
swallowing tyrant moans and
leaving silk around
my empty bedroom
bound by elastic fantasies by stretching skin
tunnelling thin cork screw paint, pointing
at faint smeared lust intestines, teasing
skirtless guards of scotland’s yard
and legs dimly sicker

watching my wall ticking, like patents pending
you tick
tick to the stepless north pole, bending
long stem roses leaning
leaning closer to the bedroom’s door

i know you were
certain of your marketing labour, hair pulled
and exceedingly wavy,
clearing smooth patted soil by skylight facing
turquoise, generous and centered
by fair veiled surgery bed mirrors, brilliant
tears gnawing willow roots while tinting speechless spikes
that softened blowing touches
of rising mounted cushions
burning incense layers towards the swelling window
when yearning knotless buckle-cord
billowing in filling
empty holes
and yelling, foolishly, to force out his disappointed grin

i know you were a child
without eyes

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At 6/29/06 12:07 PM, Ebloarama wrote: I don't know if any of you remember me, but it's WithoutCease, just checkin' in nshit. I still don't know if I'm back to the forums, especially cause it's the summer time and all that. I don't think I'll be very active, but I might come now and then.

hey man. and ya, im the same way brotha... kind of in and out when i can. good to see you though... its been some time WC.

speaking of which... a poem:

bias assurance

i know you were
an itching half-masked immigrant of my dorm
tired eyed and puffy skulled,
circling black liner below your brow
now fingering jaws of cocaine lines
under heat lamps biding through wild whiskers
swallowing tyrant moans and
leaving silk around
my empty bedroom
bound by elastic fantasies by stretching skin
tunnelling thin cork screw paint, pointing
at faint smeared lust intestines, teasing
skirtless guards of scotland’s yard
and legs dimly sicker

watching my wall ticking, like patents pending
you tick
tick to the stepless north pole, bending
long stem roses leaning
leaning closer to the bedroom’s door

i know you were
certain of your marketing labour, hair pulled
and exceedingly wavy,
clearing smooth patted soil by skylight facing
turquoise, generous and centered
by fair veiled surgery bed mirrors, brilliant
tears gnawing willow roots while tinting speechless spikes
that softened blowing touches
of rising mounted cushions
burning incense layers towards the swelling window
when yearning knotless buckle-cord
billowing in filling
empty holes
and yelling, foolishly, to force out his disappointed grin

i know you were a child
without eyes

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At 6/27/06 04:32 PM, Mick_the_champion wrote: Anyone know of a good literature portal where I can post my work for commenting? The Shadow Sun is a bit too liberal for my tastes.

there is always deviantart.com... and lol, how is it too liberal?

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At 7/1/06 11:59 AM, MystWilliams wrote:

At 6/26/06 07:22 PM, Emperor-Bubba wrote:

At 6/26/06 06:56 PM, -mexicanzpride- wrote: haha, That's not nagging, your request was over 1000 pages ago, it's cool.

something tells me he means page two thousand one hundred AND seventy five...

anyhoo, this started niceish... but then i ate half a block of cheese, and it all went a bit pear shaped...

left ventricle of the northern bowl of cereal ?

sorry for the super delayed reply... but work has gotten the best of my time lately... and i love it... thanks a lot. i think it looks steller

nice work

oh, and if you happen to still have the sig saved somewhere on your computer... could you take off the "somewhere" at the end... if not, i dont mind... i still kind of like that mistake i made in my request... kind of comedic.

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At 6/26/06 07:22 PM, Emperor-Bubba wrote:

At 6/26/06 06:56 PM, -mexicanzpride- wrote: haha, That's not nagging, your request was over 1000 pages ago, it's cool.

something tells me he means page two thousand one hundred AND seventy five...

anyhoo, this started niceish... but then i ate half a block of cheese, and it all went a bit pear shaped...

left ventricle of the northern bowl of cereal ?

sorry for the super delayed reply... but work has gotten the best of my time lately... and i love it... thanks a lot. i think it looks steller

nice work

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i msure you guys hate naggers... i would too.. .but im thinking my post was skipped over, as it was on the 74th or 75th page... and ive yet to receive a comment on it.

the original post is below.

thanks for your time fellas.

At 6/24/06 10:36 AM, MystWilliams wrote: Hey, since I am making a returning appearance to NG... i'd like a new sig to boot.

basically, i like simple, design-like sigs. something intelligent, and not too over-the-top and busy. I hate crazy text you cant read. my only real preference is that the colours are cream (white), beige and brown variations. nothing else. and that is says, i will stop at nothing to be a god somewhere... all in lowercase.

i dont care if it says my name or not... if its too busy with my name, then dont worry about it.

thanks.

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we should get that site updated so that people can quickly reference to character bios and openings... to make life less complicated for the lazy like me...

p.s. im working on my character as i type... in my head

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im stating it here and now, and please, wit until i am right before you bow at my knees.

Netherlands will win the cup.

next on the chopping block is Portugal... sorry Figo... 'Rooy is gonna take it to you.

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At 6/24/06 10:39 AM, imacow wrote: here are my characters.....

ninja cow: : cowy:

i'm pretty sure we both know you fail... and thus, i will not even take the privelage i have to ask you to leave but instead respond impulsively...

i think you have down-syndrome.

your characters too.

thus, i hate to inform you, they are cut from the story.

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it looks good. I'll be working on a character soon.

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Hey, since I am making a returning appearance to NG... i'd like a new sig to boot.

basically, i like simple, design-like sigs. something intelligent, and not too over-the-top and busy. I hate crazy text you cant read. my only real preference is that the colours are cream (white), beige and brown variations. nothing else. and that is says, i will stop at nothing to be a god somewhere... all in lowercase.

i dont care if it says my name or not... if its too busy with my name, then dont worry about it.

thanks.

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looks good Doctor. I'll be posting my character some time soon. Maybe late tonight, or sometime tomorrow... as today is my only day off work in weeks... and im taking advantage of it. haha.

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oh shit... i didnt see that second post by you doctor... it seems you've already thought of what i said above. bah hum bug. lol.

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At 6/22/06 03:35 PM, -TheDoctor- wrote: Obviously there are going to have to be a few people laying down the law from time to time and coordinating what goes on, so I was wondering if any of you guys would like to give me a hand with that?

count me in. i may be a langour spirit, but im happily iron fisted and passionate about prose.

At 6/22/06 05:57 PM, -TheDoctor- wrote: Ok, here we go with a basic first draft of the thread. Please tell me if you have any ideas on what needs to be improved/changed/clarified. I think I'll advertise this a bit in General as well, see if we can't get us some of NG's finest to work on this little project :)

sounds brilliant.

I have one idea that may aid people. There should be a referee at all times (and if you like this idea id be willing to do it)... but it is simply someone who desinates characters and solves congruency problems. A part of this would be to have a posting every night at midnight expressing what characters are in use by whom and how much time is left before that person is expected to post. And this will be updated daily, also expressing which characters are not in use and currently associated with. this will help those who are looking for a specific character once the plot begins to thicken and cant find if someone is using them and where, et cetera. also, to makes it obvious, the ref should post in all bold, thus no other writers can use bold to avoid confusion.

another idea is to have every writer have a three letter codename or something and every time they post they start with their codename and the post they are on. so if this is my 9th submission to the story mine might begin with:

wil09

the only reason i advise this is because if certain sections need to be scrapped because of confusion, or if the ref or someone needs to refer to a certain post this will make things easier.. .instead of saying, that part where frank looked i nthe mirror and decided he actually loved himself (lol)... they can ferer to part wil09.

to add to that, if my 9th submission takes up three posts it could be:

wil09-1
wil09-2
wil09-3

to also specify even greater.

so some ideas... tell me if you think they make sense.

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At 6/21/06 04:40 PM, -TheDoctor- wrote: Yeah, it'll take a bit more working out. I'll try and write something up tonight and post it in here first so that you guys can give it the once over and suggest imporvements etc.

sounds cool. i'll be sure to look it over and see if i can help any.

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At 6/20/06 02:49 PM, -TheDoctor- wrote: So, what do you chaps think? If you'd be willing to participate I'll gladly think up a full working system and start a thread on it.

fuck, im down. its summer... so its not like i wont have spare time. and shit... i just want to write with you doctor. i really do. lol. :)

but in more sincerity, i think it could work, and id love to help set it up with you and get it going.

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At 6/19/06 07:21 PM, -TheDoctor- wrote: Ooh, I really missed this place :)

i really miss that good ol'roleplay you had going, but i never found time to keep up with. We should do something like that again sometime. oh ya, that reminds me of that ongoing story we had too that got right out of whack. good times on NG.

I will no doubt post them at some point.

cant wait. i'll catch them somewhere i am sure.

And I know I always say this, but I will comment on some of the new articles.

I say that too. I wish it panned out more often.

At 6/19/06 07:29 PM, Dangan wrote: DAAAAANG its been ages since i've been on NG O.o

good to see ya again.

and ya, we have all been doing a rush back lately it seems. summer does that.

wow im glad to see the writers guild is still going =D

i was too! :)

hm i need to post some more of my work.. i think i'll do that tomorrow due to the fact its 12:30am here

sounds good man. i will look again.

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At 6/15/06 09:34 AM, Andersson wrote: Heh, yeah currently just somewhat less active on the forums, but I'm still around yeah, and if you plan to visit us more often, I certianly will be here more aswell.

Ya, I am trying to come on at least once every other day or more... dpending on how much i work.

By the way, speaking of which, you'd like me to deposit for you?

Nah, its no big deal. I actually don't care if my points go up. If you actually want to, you can... but otherwise... its no worry.

Anyways, here is the place where I plan to put my poetry in the feature.

Cool. ill check it out.

I thought about making quite a big place out of it, for different poets aswell, so if anyone is intrested, just tell me.

Ya, sure im interested.

I'll hand pick the poets though, and content from other poets.

Sound slike it will be of good quality. I'll have to frequent for the good reads.

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Just reading all that is funny. 'head over heals'... man, i didnt realize people got so intense into these games. You two cshould have a kid, and it can be me. I'll make ur lives hell.