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Good to see you post Myst_Williams. =)

At 4/22/06 11:54 AM, Andersson wrote: Good to see you post Myst_Williams. =)

thanks man. exams are killing me. hope you are well and writing.

Great work Myst, as always. I hope someday to read your novel. I have ideas for a novel of my own, but I don't think I have the time nor the ability to stay interested in my own ideas ong enough to write a novel. I read that Leo Tolstoy by the end of "Anna Karenina" was sick and tired of the story and struggled through the final portions, having lost all interest or desire to finish.

At 4/22/06 12:52 PM, Myst_Williams wrote: thanks man. exams are killing me.

Ah, sucks. Don't really think you're having such a big trouble with it though. But still, good luck.

hope you are well and writing.

Yeah. I haven't done any particular writing though, but some shit has been written.

At 4/22/06 11:01 PM, FlashSpark wrote: Yes great to see you Williams, and I can see you're signed up aat Theshadowsun.com.
I havn't posted anything new recently, I've been swamped with school. But there are things in production. I should be uploading my short story soon.

Ya, I was asked to look at the site and to consider joining, and I quite liked it. The site could use quite a bit of development, but I love the idea. It's a great site. I cant wait to read your stuff, and ya I know what you mean about school. : P

At 4/23/06 08:51 PM, deathtuna wrote: Great work Myst, as always. I hope someday to read your novel. I have ideas for a novel of my own, but I don't think I have the time nor the ability to stay interested in my own ideas ong enough to write a novel. I read that Leo Tolstoy by the end of "Anna Karenina" was sick and tired of the story and struggled through the final portions, having lost all interest or desire to finish.

It is true that writing an entire novel can be tiresome, but to lose interest only means that you have not involved yourself personally enough. You have to be passionate about the concepts, the message and the characters. I once got 80 pages into a novel then just stopped (this was last summer) realizing I wasn't involved in the piece. I still have it on my computer somwhere - maybe one day I'll stab at it again, but this new novel is quite personal on many different levels and I find myself very passionate about the piece and always eager to write. I guess, if you feel you are accomplishing something, you find yourself more apt to find excitment in your own words. So, in an odd sense, being a cocky-writer helps. haha.

I will have it published before 08... hopefully sooner, but I have given myself a large amount of editing time to perfect it, as it will be my first full novel.

At 4/24/06 04:16 PM, Andersson wrote: Ah, sucks. Don't really think you're having such a big trouble with it though. But still, good luck.

Thanks... I think. haha.

Yeah. I haven't done any particular writing though, but some shit has been written.

Well, I am sure it will come in splurges. Do you post your stuff on The Shadow Sun?

At 4/24/06 06:05 PM, Myst_Williams wrote: Thanks... I think. haha.

Yeah, that was a compliment. =P

Well, I am sure it will come in splurges. Do you post your stuff on The Shadow Sun?

Nope, actually didn't know about it, if this is the site you are talking about.

At 4/24/06 06:10 PM, Andersson wrote: Nope, actually didn't know about it, if this is the site you are talking about.

Ya, that site. It is a great place to read and post amateur writing. I just signed up and posted City Bus. Cool site, I must say. It just needs somemore traffic... so I am out giving a good word where I can.

Wow that site looks like a great place. I'm going to start posting there myself, I have a few feverishly wirtten short stories and plenty of poetry to submit. I think that's a great idea though, there really hasn't been any Writing Portal on the web.

du| gasme

What wonderful rays,
Tracing evanescent
Patches across your face.

Patches of light,
Divine and perfect,
That they might ward
Off the night,
Poured right
Onto your soft face.

Elegant lines fall
From there.
All running.

A gentle whisper.
Heaven is revealed!
I know this for
Behind your
Heart-filled words you
Remind me of a
Grace, a love, indeed
A place, thought
Above, where Uriel’s
Kin dwells.

And still the rays
Kiss your face.

With such passion
Do I long to be
Divine and perfect,
Evanescent, and in descent
Would do so in a fashion
That far outshone
My lesser counterparts.

A long to be the
Lucky soul, picked from
The throng, and given the
Pleasure of
Knowing your returning love.

And touching that
Sun dappled mien,
Knowing your mine.

A Wind Chime Hanging

I saw a wind chime hanging.
Bright Brass glinting in the cool winter sun.

It snowed earlier, leaving the chime
Clothed in white, sparkling.
The steady breeze keeping in time
The metallic clattering.

So simply swayed, suspended.
Not of its own will I imagine.
Yet with an air of independence,
As if just emboldened.

Ah! Idly played instrument,
Know that I empathize.
I too have waited patient,
Passing away this life.

How similar we are, so
Solitary.
Yes indeed, very, and nary
A passing word
May make mark
So inattentively heard.

And yet aren’t we subject,
Unable to object?
How they rule our hearts!
Do I not don appeasing opinions?
And you, moved at the Master’s whim?
The fact is, we capitulate.
There is no need for me to enumerate
Examples.

You, my friend, resound magnificently
Yet swing soulless.
My melody a wretched cacophony,
And the “divine” in me corrupt, invirtuous.

Be we are the same.

Actually, no.
Solace was my excuse
But that’s not true.

I’m alone on my account,
You on another’s.

At 4/24/06 07:25 PM, Myst_Williams wrote: Ya, that site. It is a great place to read and post amateur writing. I just signed up and posted City Bus. Cool site, I must say. It just needs somemore traffic... so I am out giving a good word where I can.

Hm, well I'll check it out then and start advertise for it. =)

Howdy folks. Your favourite piece of explosive material is back( for the time being at least).

I came up with an idea after watching the latest episode of Doctor Who that could turn itself into a story of some sort. Wanted to get some opinions on the basic outlines for the world that story would be set in that i've come up with.
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The Lunaris are a race of lycanthropes who’s society is divided into an hierarchy based on the sort of animal the were-form resembles. The Wolves were the elites of society due to there great mix of cunning, strength and intelligence. Next down in the ladder are the Bears who tended to be the arms and fists of the Lunaris and tended to be soldiers and professions who relied on their great strength but were seen as the equals to the wolves in many ways. At the bottom of the lycanthrope chain were the rats that were often cast down to live with the humans due to their repugnant nature.

The Lunaris at one point controlled a vast empire that covered most of the known world. Its armies were thought to be unstoppable. Its workforce consisted of the humans that they had enslaved on their travels and the rats that they had cast down to the gutters to live with the “apes”.

Over time the Wolves grew further apart from their fellow lycanthropes and declared themselves superior beings to all other living creatures and demanded that all should bow down to them. The other lycanthropes revolted as a result of the Wolves attempt to seize power for themselves.

A civil war raged on which decimated the ranks of the lycanthropes virtually eliminating the bears and Wolves. Some survived but vanished into the world and have not been seen since. The rats however survived the war as they hid among the humans and were left alone. After the other lycanthropes vanished they decided it was time for them to take their rightful place in history. They attempted to take over the now broken empire and rebuild it in their own image. However the humans, seeing a chance to end their slavery, rebelled against the rats. Being little different to the humans themselves and there numbers being massively smaller, the rats were overthrown and joined their wolf and bear cousins in hiding.

The humans successfully built up their own nations and worked together to ensure that any rumours of the Lunaris appearing was dealt with.

As far as most humans were concerned the Lunaris were dead and nothing to be worried about. To those who knew better the Lunaris still walked the land and had begun to breed with humans in an attempt to boost their numbers. To counter this, the church of the human nation set up a secret society that was to track down the Lunaris and wipe them out and any of their family. If the Lunaris was found in a location where few people travelled then the entire village would be eliminated to ensure that no lycanthrope blood could continue to spread.

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This is effectively the "significant" History of the world that the story would be set in. I'll probably work out the niggly details at a later date aftert my exams are finished.

I have to say this is the first time I've ever actually got involved with planning something out like this before.Normally I find it boring to plan stuff out, but I've even started doodling out basic maps of the world O_o.

Basically, I just want people to have a look at it and tell me what they think of it. Opinions please people.

Yours truly

TNTxxx

A dark age is coming
Surmounting the minds of our once trusted men
Errors to come and rule our society
I have had visions of them
I have scented them

They carry the smell of something rotten
A bad smell of soot, war, hunger
It frights some
It fears some

But we have to fear the act of fearing it
Without resistance, without sensefullness, we will lose to it

And we will no longer scent a bad smell
We will taste blood
And we will like it

But rise today. Brothers!
Sisters!

Let our sense free ourselves from torture
Let us free ourselves and our heir
From death

Let us grant ourselves life
And not only life, but longevity

And so our children
And so our family
And so our friends
And so the others we share this planet with

Without bands we will fall
Either we have strong bands
Or chains made entirely, out of weak links
Where the fault of its production
The weakest link
Its producer
Ourselves

Together
We shall unite
And see tomorrow once more
And together we will see the next day of tomorrow
And days to come - we shall see our children
And they shall see their
And they, they will see their

Today, we will take the first step
Tomorrow, we will awake!

Does anyone know any site where I can put my stories and link it here? You have to be a member to see it on AAHC lol.

Hmmm I don't seem to be doing too well over at Shadow Sun. People don't seem to like freeform (god i hate that term) poetry there at all haha.

Oh well, I have a story in the works that might get a decent score, and I'm really looking forward to it, because this is the first piece of prose to really get me excited in a verrry loong time.

Here's what just started that has me interested. It's still early in the plotline, so not a whole lot has happened, and I'm sorry if it bores you all, but I'd like any sort of criticism early in the wiritng process so I'm not screwed down the road.

Her sharp words tore an exquisitely carved cavern into my chest. But at least she didn’t lie, I hate liars. I was stunned, surprised, and broken. The jagged silence that followed only deepened the hole. I felt tears well, hatred swell, and myself welk from the room, ashamed and hurt. Before I could leave, however, I had to put on my shoes, and so I stooped down- still in her crosshairs- and with weak, trembling hands struggled with my laces. Her eyes pierced my back, and it stung.
Finally I left, and was outside, letting cold winter air fill my lungs and a few idle snowflakes make perilous perches on the tip of my nose, ecstatic for their prime locale before being extinguished by the relative warmth I emanated. I was freezing cold, though she and her home had been quite warm, and I didn’t know what to do with myself.
The emotions I felt are difficult to describe if you have never been in a situation as such. My impaled heart bled fire and ice, filling me with a terribly pungent and moist mist. I wavered imperceptibly between falling apart and exploding, though much to my disappointment neither occurred. Instead I dragged on through the annoyingly persistent and chilling snowfall, neither wanting to go home nor be outside.
I think it was 10 o’clock when I first turned a corner and saw Jim, though it may have been 11. Hmmm, I’m not sure… It doesn’t matter though; they’re the same in the end, like everything else.
But yes, it was around 11 when I first met Jim Nightingale. He was heavyset, with a round, perpetually perspiring face. When he spoke, his entire body spoke with him, moving and shaping to his boisterous speech. He dressed simply and somewhat inadequately for such a chilly night. A pair of old boots served as his soft and shaky foundation. His blue jeans were faded and stained, and the red flannel shirt he wore was torn at both elbows and near the left breast pocket. In lieu of a cap, an oily mop of unkempt hair, probably black though gray with grease sat atop his skull.
“H-ey, y-you look like a fine young lad,” he was drunk, “Maybe you’d l-like to acomp’ny me t’this bar and I need somebody t’go with me and I’d like ya t’come.”
I didn’t know this man, and I knew I couldn’t trust him. I’m not very trusting of drunks.
“Alright, sure. You got it. Where’re we goin’?”
He pointed down the street a ways and beckoned me to follow. I admit I was very unsure of what exactly I was doing. “There are no bars in this area,” I thought to myself, “Never trust a goddamn drunk. He probably just wants me to buy him some booze. Jesus why am I doing this?” He then led me down into an alleyway. You probably think I’m a goddamn idiot to follow a drunken stranger into an alley. I’m not saying I hoped for the worst, however I certainly had no hope for the best. A moment of bliss enhances all subsequent sub par moments. Please don’t think I reap pleasure from corporal mutilation though, I’m not insane. I’m quite healthy.
As thoughts swirled in my mind’s basin an exceptionally painful one floated to the top and stirred the waters, rippling through my very being and sending a shudder through my body. I put that thought into a shoebox and left it in the closet, preferring not to remember.
“Here we are my boy!” shouted Jim.
He gestured toward a flat, dull gray door. The hinges were rusting, and I wasn’t very trusting, so I motioned for my companion to enter first. He obliged, and led me into a room, thick with ash-wrought smoke. A few patrons sat at the bar, and a few others at small square tables that peppered the floor. The space was small, and I nearly suffocated. I hate crowds.
“Barkeep! Vodka for the boy and I!”
“You got cash t’pay for it Jim?” The Bar Tender clearly knew my companion.
“Oh sure sure I’m good fer the money and so is my new buddy here uhh- what’s yer name again lad?”
“Myles,” I answered. It was a lie. Never trust a drunk.
“MYLES! A fine old name, boy. Here, drinks on me!”
We sat at the bar and drank. The vodka was terrible, and rather strong. I kept drinking though, I’ve always loved vodka. It makes me feel like a Russian: robust, hardy, melancholy…
We drank for a while. My freezing body was finally thawed as the warmth of the alcohol crept up my bones and flushed my cheeks with a bright crimson red. I felt giddy, and finally in good spirits.
The man to my left (Jim sat to the right) was a sullen-faced man, with a gray jacket and a sooty hat. He looked about 40. I watched him drink. Long arms would reach out over the bar, hesitantly pluck the glass from its spot, raise it to his thin lips, and tilt the perdition into his mouth. He would then check his watch, nervously. Over and over again would he repeat this routine, perfected. How terrible it must be to be ruled by minutes.
I looked over to my right and saw Jim downing his…. God knows how many he had had by then. “Jesus, I must be out 50 bucks by now,” I thought. I almost opened my shoebox then, the night’s spirits having adequately prepared me for it, yet I hesitated. Jim said something.
“Myles, you look like yer upset er somethin’. I don’ know seein’ as ‘ow I jus’ met ya but I’m willin’ t’bet ya’ve had a shitty night huh?”
His belligerent speech infuriated me.
“Yeah Jim, I guess I’m a little pissed.”
“Well then talk t’me about it ok? I listen damn well lad an’ I ‘ave damn good advice too lad ok?”
I wanted to break him. Hostile thoughts have a habit of surfacing in my mind, especially while inebriated. Ok, so I didn’t actually want to break him, I was just angry about the events earlier that night.................

Im looking for ideas to animate, Im not lazy, I just cant think of any and I was wondering if this Guild would be of any help?

I am a writer , I write anime, post apocalypse, middle ages ETC i am new to ng but im eager to learn more about it and if allowed make a few submissions when i master flash

i would like to join!!!! i am looking for an animator because i suck at flash.

Crawpy and Pirate: Though I'm not a leader (Myst is) I don't think he'd object at all to two new writers posting in here. If you have anything at all that you have written, then please submit it.

Flashmaker: What are you looking for? Horror, Comedy, Suspense, Love, other??

I like violence / Comedy

Nice story makin but Im thinking of a Resident Evil 4 Project

NIce but Im probably starting a Resident Evil 4 Parody....

deja vu

Thanks, I already got writers working on it

I discovered something that might interets some of you.

www.oedilf.com

Its an attempt to wrtie a limerick about every single word in the Oxford English Dictionary.

Just thought that considering there's some poets and the like here that some of you may appreciate this.

Toodle pipski.

Just beginning to dip below the horizon, the sun cast its last tendrils on the sea, filling it with blood red light. The sea in turn reflected a golden red hue across the shore, glinting off the chest plate of a man who had washed upon the shore earlier that day. He had not moved, and he would not have moved again, as the gods had claimed his soul in a thunderous night swell the previous day.

Fate had something else in store for this unknown traveler of the world. A woman was walking, staff digging deep into the sand, towards the man, or rather around the lake. Upon reaching the man the new traveler stopped, bent down and kissed his cold, sundried forhead. She sprinkled a few flower petals across his forhead, made a small wish, and left a cristal between his eyes.

She raised herself up, a tear on her eye, and walked away in the same direction she had been going. Soon she had disappeared around a rock with the sun. Dark, calm and like black glass the water remained motionless. The moon rose out of its watery grave casting silver to dance upon a smooth stage of liquid death. Finally the light fell upon the green crystal that lay on the man's forhead.

In a flash the man felt alive again. His body would not move, there was no body, only the mind and the sea. He felt pulled forward, deep into the stone, like metal to a magnet. And then all grew dark again. The moon passed behind a cloud and he never felt again.

The following day, the girl retuned at the breaking of the dawn. The body was gone, all that remained was the jewel she had left. Placing it within a small wooden box, she waled away around the rock, her thinking stone tucked tightly in her hand.

BTW

Here is a little short story that I wrote. You can find it on http://www.theshadowsun.net

Constructive criticism please...

I awoke to screeching of the smoke detector. Its siren shattering the silence within my room. The sweet smell of breakfast filled my room, whetting my appetite. After letting my eyes adjust to the brightness seeping from my window, I pushed myself out of bed. My body numb with exhaustion, each step was a chore. I saw my mom, working away upon today’s morning meal. The alluring smell pulled me right to the kitchen table. My body was finally waking from its slumber, the sounds of the wisping wind brushed by my ears. It gave me a cold shock, reminding me of the snowfall of last night. I gazed out the window to see the white, fluffy, shimmering plain that laid over my yard like a warm blanket. Mom slid the plate onto the table, breaking me from my trance.

The food was delicious as always. Scrambled eggs tantalized my taste buds, it satisfied my bellies cries. I quickly ate up my breakfast, rinsed off the plate, and slipped back into my room. I swung open my closet, making all sorts of ruckus digging for my needed equipment. Slipping on my warm, but worn snow suit, I felt the warmth which it had always provided me. I heard the rattling of the dishes, my mom working away at the usual daily chores. I would help her, but I was on a mission. My snow suit is bright blue and silver and had more patches than an entire pirates crew. I had this for the longest time and held many memories. All suited up, a wave of heat came over me, sweat building up upon my forehead. Cutting through the air, I blitzed to the door. It was like jumping into another world when I left my warm shelter and into the harsh cold. It bit at my nose and ears, I shivered all over.

I took in a deep breath, filling my lungs with the winter air. Waddling like a penguin, I made my way over to the mountain. Thanks to the dear snowplow, I stood before I gigantic pile of white, cold, powder. The suit kept me warm, but I felt the cold sliding its way through the stitches. My muscles were tensing up from the cold. I had much work to do in little time. The snow gave off a certain ambiance of peace and calm. Flaying my arms, I began digging into the great mound. I started making progress as a tunnel slowly began to form. I had began to get somewhere in my excavation project. All I heard was the crunching and compressing of the snow as pushed my way into the deep, icy, tunnel I had created. My hands had grown numb and cold, but I pressed on.

I made my way into the center, my body was now feeling the harsh winter air. I made my ceiling, scraping away to make a roof. As the sun made its usual course across the sky, I had almost finished my great project. With all the toil, I sat there in my now wet and damp suit, in my own little world. Away from everyone, I created an impenetrable bliss of silence and peace that I bathed in. I had finished my tireless mission and with my freezing body, I made my way back into head quarters to have a nice hot steaming cup of cocoa with my name on it.

http://www.newground../topic.php?id=487025

A new writing collab is up for all those who enjoyed the last one or who were unable to participate. This one will be held within the general section, so literally anything can happen.

I think I was a member of this club, time to bump with something I found:

Have you looked at yourself?

From the way you see,
And the way you look,
To the way you read,
And the way you cook,

From the way you breath
And the way you feel,
To the way you walk,
And eat your meal,

Have you seen it?
Have you seen yourself?
Do you care the way people,
Look at yourself?

Prehaps you do,
Prehaps you don't,
Prehaps you care,
Prehaps you don't,

Prehaps you do,
Then what?
Do you get angry when people insult,
or do you cry alot?

Prehaps you don't,
Then what?
Do you laugh while others get insulted?
Or do you join in alot?

So next time you see someone get insulted,
Or you insult someone yourself,
Just go to a mirror,
And take one hard fucking look at yourself.

No one likes a hypocrite.

writers guild: writer..

Here is a sample of my.. er.. work....
(in the dark/black... which means you cant see absolutely anything... only voices :)
Guy 1: So...
Guy2 : Yeah..
Guy1 :This is awkward
Guy2 : Have you considered trying to move your hand away from.. you know... as quickly as you can.. so you dont feel anything?
Guy1 : Yeah ive definitely considered it.
Guy2 : Do you want some help?
Guy1 : No im cool... i can do it.
Guy2: Its going to hurt i think...
Guy1 : Oh really... because i would never have guessed...
Guy 2: You might even get some like... hairs with it or something.
Guy1: Dude shutup.
Guy2 : Ok man... do it on the count of 3.... 3-2-1

(Loud thud)

Guy2 : What the F***

(You can here him walking and then LIGHT TURNS ON. Guy 1 is dead on the floor with blood around him)

Guy2 : Wow... didn't see that one coming

CREDITS :)

Hey i hope you enjoy it lol.. if anybody wants to use it then feel free but please add me to the credits. I have hotmail and yahoo...