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At 5/31/05 05:45 PM, -Manic- wrote: You know soemthing? one of the thigns Myst said the guild would do would be to discuss pieces of writing. And we don't really do that. We review but we don't discuss I think we should start a dusccusion about soemthing to keep thigns liveley in here. Good idea?

Do you mean discuss our thoughts on actual books or poems by published authors we might have read recently? 'Cause the last thing I actually read was a comic book :(

Mind you, it was very good.
Bone, by Jeff Smith.

Please vote Oui or Non accordingly

I think we should.

At 6/1/05 12:13 PM, -Manman- wrote:

Do you mean discuss our thoughts on actual books or poems by published authors we might have read recently? 'Cause the last thing I actually read was a comic book :(

Yeah that'sthe sort of thing I had in mind and lol

Mind you, it was very good.
Bone, by Jeff Smith.

I'll have to look into it :-)

I think we should.

w00t

I think the last book I actually read in my own spare time, and not for school or anything, was The Dark Half, by Stephen King. It was the story of a writer who's alter-ego penname manifests itself in a human form. HIs alter ego then goes on a killing spree, eliminating everyone who convinced the author to give up writing under the penname by which he lived.

It was an interesting story, but pretty watered down. The ending was all too contrived, and really had nothing to do with the rest of the story at all.

Someof the good points was the amazing detail, especially during the fight scenes. The killer has some real struggles trying to take some of these people down.

Overall, it's not as though I regret reading it. But I could have picked a better Stephen King novel.

I've just started the Foreigner Saga, aka the Bren Cameron Saga by CJ Cherryh. She's the author of one of my favorite stories, the Faded Sun Trilogy.

If you've never read Cherryh, she's the master of 'anthropological' science fiction. They key aspect of her novels is the alien races themselves, their social dynamics, but perhaps most importantly their languages. She has a true art for creating non-humans that are truly fascinating to read; most specifically in their deviation from humans.

Unlike many authors who've created non-human worlds, she doesn't make her 'aliens' simply introspective looks at variations on the human condition. Instead, they are totally foreign, totally original, and fascinating in their own way.

At 6/2/05 08:12 AM, Shadow_XII wrote: Hey, writers, I have writer's block on my novel...and I need help...

Would anyone be willing to help if I gave them the current setting and storyline?

Go for it. I'm willing to help out if ya want. Fire out your setting sotryline and what the major outlook of the novel is I'll take a gander and fire out some idea for you if I can think of any :-)

I am back from being sick/being unable to sign on. Pain i nthe ass NG can be sometimes.

Anyway, Manic, i think your idea is great. I actually did do that once while you were away about the novel A Prayer For Owen Meany, and the discussion lasted a good few posts.

I have a poem we could discuss, and i will make it a routine to post one published, professional poem a week for breif discussion, and i will depend on others to bring up other pieces of literature during the week.

She, At His Funeral

THEY bear him to his resting-place—
In slow procession sweeping by;
I follow at a stranger’s space;
His kindred they, his sweetheart I.
Unchanged my gown of garish dye,
Though sable-sad is their attire;
But they stand round with griefless eye,
Whilst my regret consumes like fire!

I would rank this poem in my top 10. that may seem wierd, because it so brief and simple, but i feel it is so powerful in its imagery and rhythm that there is little that can be done to make it better. I just love Thomas Hardy though, so my opinion is probably biased.

What do you guys think of its strengths, weaknesses? Overall, what is your opinion?

As always, great poems, good friends. I just wish I could still be a part of all of this. I spend all of my time on another forum, I'm a Mod and a Mentor there. I wanted to stop by and say hello and now again goodbye.

Incredible as always Myst, keep it up. To those I have not yet met, congratulations on your work as well, good job.

At 6/2/05 03:59 PM, Myst_Williams wrote: She, At His Funeral

What do you guys think of its strengths, weaknesses? Overall, what is your opinion?

Its a powerful poem in my opinion. but I wouldn't sya it was anythign amazing. Butmy choice in poetry is either emotive and soemtignt hat I can relate to, funny, or just plain barmy ( my one minute wodners for example :-) which remidns me I need to do a few of them when i finish off my netx piec eof Bloodline)

A good poem. Short sweet and concise but not entirley to my tastes. If its a poem that I can't relate to and its serious then I prefer it to be very dark and a bit orbid at time. rather Gothic but I happen to like that sort of stuff :P

At 6/2/05 04:22 PM, CaptainT wrote: As always, great poems, good friends. I just wish I could still be a part of all of this. I spend all of my time on another forum, I'm a Mod and a Mentor there. I wanted to stop by and say hello and now again goodbye.

Don't leave Cap'n :-( We need you.....for.........soemthing......but yeah....just don't leave :-)

At 6/2/05 04:22 PM, CaptainT wrote: As always, great poems, good friends. I just wish I could still be a part of all of this. I spend all of my time on another forum, I'm a Mod and a Mentor there. I wanted to stop by and say hello and now again goodbye.

Link me to it, and then I'll tell you if you could go or not.

At 6/2/05 04:22 PM, CaptainT wrote: As always, great poems, good friends. I just wish I could still be a part of all of this. I spend all of my time on another forum, I'm a Mod and a Mentor there. I wanted to stop by and say hello and now again goodbye.

Thanks for popping in. What forum are you apart of? And visit when you can man, we miss ya.

At 6/2/05 05:25 PM, -Manic- wrote: Its a powerful poem in my opinion. but I wouldn't sya it was anythign amazing. Butmy choice in poetry is either emotive and soemtignt hat I can relate to, funny, or just plain barmy ( my one minute wodners for example :-) which remidns me I need to do a few of them when i finish off my netx piec eof Bloodline)

Ya, i know you are into that kind of poetry. I like this one because it so perfectly portrays that image of a mistress in the distance grieving. I don't know why, it just captured me the first time i read it. Tomorrow i will post a poem i want everyone to read... it is amazing. And is def in my top 10 as well. I think even you will like it, it isnt goth or emo, but i am sure you can relate.

A good poem. Short sweet and concise but not entirley to my tastes. If its a poem that I can't relate to and its serious then I prefer it to be very dark and a bit orbid at time. rather Gothic but I happen to like that sort of stuff :P

Ya, it may not be of your taste, but you recognize its worth, which is good. Post a poem that is of your liking, and we will see how different our tastes are... or i may like it - who knows?

I am so sorry I really need to sit down and write some stuff, but I got a summer job so. Well maybe I could write a poem about flippin burger *note that isn't my job*

Well how is everybody, and hey Myst you got anything new that I should check out? Well if there is anytthing I can do to help[ in anyway just ask.

At 6/2/05 10:14 PM, Myst_Williams wrote: Ya, it may not be of your taste, but you recognize its worth, which is good. Post a poem that is of your liking, and we will see how different our tastes are... or i may like it - who knows?

'm going out today but when I get back I'll find a poem I like and post it.

At 6/2/05 11:42 PM, -repent- wrote: I am so sorry I really need to sit down and write some stuff, but I got a summer job so. Well maybe I could write a poem about flippin burger *note that isn't my job*

What is it you do then? just curious.

Well how is everybody, and hey Myst you got anything new that I should check out? Well if there is anytthing I can do to help[ in anyway just ask.

Um i am going to be posting a poem Sunday that is my own, and just help out reviewing whenever you can. If you find time to write, plz do... i love reading other's works.

At 6/3/05 04:42 AM, -Manic- wrote:

At 6/2/05 10:14 PM, Myst_Williams wrote: Ya, it may not be of your taste, but you recognize its worth, which is good. Post a poem that is of your liking, and we will see how different our tastes are... or i may like it - who knows?

'm going out today but when I get back I'll find a poem I like and post it.

Nice! I have yet to really endulge in emo or goth poetry, so it is kind of new to me, and i love learning/experiencing new forms of lit. I can't wait!

As for the poem i said i would post today:

A Dream Within A Dream
by, Edgar Allen Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep–while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

I want everyone to join in on the discussion of this beauty. : ) I love it! Far better than the last i posted by Hardy. On sunday i will post another, more comedical poem i think we all will like. I just thought of it earlier today... and i thought of Manic and his satire/comedic poetry.

At 6/3/05 07:22 PM, Myst_Williams wrote:

At 6/2/05 11:42 PM, -repent- wrote: I am so sorry I really need to sit down and write some stuff, but I got a summer job so. Well maybe I could write a poem about flippin burger *note that isn't my job*

What is it you do then? just curious.

I am currently working at Coffee shop so I can have all the free coffee I want

Well how is everybody, and hey Myst you got anything new that I should check out? Well if there is anytthing I can do to help[ in anyway just ask.

Um i am going to be posting a poem Sunday that is my own, and just help out reviewing whenever you can. If you find time to write, plz do... i love reading other's works.

I will try and sit down on my break time and work on somthing

At 6/3/05 07:22 PM, Myst_Williams wrote: A Dream Within A Dream
by, Edgar Allen Poe

hmmmmmm....an interesting powm but although it is good. I find that there are bits that don't flow veyr well. The amount of syllables in some of the lines don't seem to be equal to the others. Whether or not this is because of my lack fo sleep or not i don't know but currently I can not make heads nor tails about what the poem is about. An explanation would be greatly appreciated.

On sunday i will post another, more comedical poem i think we all will like. I just thought of it earlier today... and i thought of Manic and his satire/comedic poetry.

lol nice to know I'm thought of :-) I'll post some one minute wonders of mine later aswell which might be a laugh depending on what they are about< looks abour room for inspiration> ah ha! < scribbles down idea for poem>

Yeah, I'll ge that done later hopefully :-)

I didn't make it home after going out yesterday so I'll have a rummage around for a poem to post later today provided my revision doesn't take to long. I've avoided it for 2days so i need to buckle down now :-\

At 6/4/05 07:29 AM, -Manic- wrote: hmmmmmm....an interesting powm but although it is good. I find that there are bits that don't flow veyr well. The amount of syllables in some of the lines don't seem to be equal to the others. Whether or not this is because of my lack fo sleep or not i don't know but currently I can not make heads nor tails about what the poem is about. An explanation would be greatly appreciated.

Well, there are undreds of interpretaions. Some beleive it is God speaking about the the hope that is lost in society... other beleive it is about Poe's tendency to fall in love with beautiful woman he cannot attain... some beleive it is a definition of mortality... some beleive it his personal contemplation of whether is life is a positive dream or a negative one (nightmare)... Myself: I beleive it is him explaining how people lose things little by little. Whether it be love, inspiration, sanity, intelligence, youth, etc., ani feel that this is his way of expressing how you do not want to lose these things, but they slip away anyway, and you accept it in your heart, but not in the mind. However, that is onyl a personal interpretation.

lol nice to know I'm thought of :-)

It is a classic also, but if you read it carefully, you have a couple chuckles.

I'll post some one minute wonders of mine later aswell which might be a laugh depending on what they are about< looks abour room for inspiration> ah ha! < scribbles down idea for poem>

Sounds awesome. lol... now im curious... your room eh?

wow i thought this stuff had died and became boring for everyone..........
nice to see some true believers were still posting.

anyway, i might start posting again you never know it could come back.
like jesus

At 6/4/05 04:39 PM, D0gg wrote: wow i thought this stuff had died and became boring for everyone...

nope, never died.

nice to see some true believers were still posting.

Ha, ya... someone loves writing.

anyway, i might start posting again you never know it could come back.

I hope you do come back, and we nvr died in order to come back.

like jesus

Haha : )

At 6/4/05 04:39 PM, D0gg wrote: wow i thought this stuff had died and became boring for everyone..........
nice to see some true believers were still posting.

We're still here, it's just my inspirations are somewhat lacking at the moment. I'm trying to come to terms with a lot on my plate, and it isn't working, so my writing time is suffering.

I'll be here for the 100 pages celebration, in a few days though!

At 6/5/05 03:55 PM, Coop83 wrote: I'll be here for the 100 pages celebration, in a few days though!

hmmmmm.....Posting spree anyone? Get it up to 100 by the end of the week.

At 6/4/05 01:18 PM, Myst_Williams wrote: Well, there are undreds of interpretaions. Some beleive it is God speaking about the the hope that is lost in society... other beleive it is about Poe's tendency to fall in love with beautiful woman he cannot attain... some beleive it is a definition of mortality... some beleive it his personal contemplation of whether is life is a positive dream or a negative one (nightmare)... Myself: I beleive it is him explaining how people lose things little by little. Whether it be love, inspiration, sanity, intelligence, youth, etc., ani feel that this is his way of expressing how you do not want to lose these things, but they slip away anyway, and you accept it in your heart, but not in the mind. However, that is onyl a personal interpretation.

right I see.......I suppose I can see the interpretation about it being god speaking about the hope that is lost in society but I'm still not sure. When I have some free time I'll analyse it but at the moment I have zero free time.

Sounds awesome. lol... now im curious... your room eh?

Well my Living room actually as my PC in in there. i ahve a pc in my room but its shite and has no net connection. but yeah I'll be posting it tommorow hopefully after my Biology and Geography exams.

At 6/5/05 04:38 PM, -Manic- wrote: hmmmmm.....Posting spree anyone? Get it up to 100 by the end of the week.

Guess that's the main reason I'm here at the moment...

Well my Living room actually as my PC in in there. i ahve a pc in my room but its shite and has no net connection. but yeah I'll be posting it tommorow hopefully after my Biology and Geography exams.

Cool, I'll make sure to pop in and have a butcher's when I finish work tomorrow.

At 6/5/05 04:42 PM, Coop83 wrote:

At 6/5/05 04:38 PM, -Manic- wrote: hmmmmm.....Posting spree anyone? Get it up to 100 by the end of the week.

Guess that's the main reason I'm here at the moment...

Ya, 100 is so close. considering no other writing club has lasted this long... we should all be impressed/proud. Snerd had a few attemtps at it, and nvr got based page 30 from what i recall him telling me.

Well my Living room actually as my PC in in there. i ahve a pc in my room but its shite and has no net connection. but yeah I'll be posting it tommorow hopefully after my Biology and Geography exams.

Cool, I'll make sure to pop in and have a butcher's when I finish work tomorrow.

I too will be here. And tomorrow... i will be posting two of my own poems.

But first, i want to submit this poem, which i find quite humorous and entertaining. Some ppl may recognize it. I love this poem.

THE WALRUS AND THE CARPENTER

"The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright --
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.

The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done --
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To come and spoil the fun."

The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead --
There were no birds to fly.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
`If this were only cleared away,'
They said, `it would be grand!'

`If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year,
Do you suppose,' the Walrus said,
`That they could get it clear?'
`I doubt it,' said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.

`O Oysters, come and walk with us!'
The Walrus did beseech.
`A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each.'

The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head --
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.

But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shows were clean and neat --
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.

Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more --
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.

`The time has come,' the Walrus said,
`To talk of many things:
Of shoes -- and ships -- and sealing-wax --
Of cabbages -- and kings --
And why the sea is boiling hot --
And whether pigs have wings.'

`But wait a bit,' the Oysters cried,
`Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!'
`No hurry!' said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.

`A loaf of bread,' the Walrus said,
`Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed --
Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed.'

`But not on us!' the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
`After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!'
`The night is fine,' the Walrus said.
`Do you admire the view?

`It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!'
The Carpenter said nothing but
`Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf --
I've had to ask you twice!'

`It seems a shame,' the Walrus said,
`To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!'
The Carpenter said nothing but
`The butter's spread too thick!'

`I weep for you,' the Walrus said:
`I deeply sympathize.'
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.

`O Oysters,' said the Carpenter,
`You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none --
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.

Well I still can't find the time to write a poem, so I will leave you with this little poem.

A Spot
(by Thomas Hardy)

In years defaced and lost,
Two sat here, transport-tossed,
Lit by a living love
The wilted world knew nothing of:
Scared momently
By gaingivings,
Then hoping things
That could not be.

Of love and us no trace
Abides upon the place;
The sun and shadows wheel,
Season and season sereward steal;
Foul days and fair
Here, too, prevail,
And gust and gale
As everywhere.

But lonely shepherd souls
Who bask amid these knolls
May catch a faery sound
On sleepy noontides from the ground:
"O not again
Till Earth outwears
Shall love like theirs
Suffuse this glen!"

hey, Im an animator...and I've got writing skills like poetry and song lyrics...but whenever it comes to flash scripts my mind always goes blank...I'm still trying to get work on NG, but without anything to animate...its a struggle...I'm up for teaming up with a writer and working on something

email me at dr.beast@gmail.com

msn me at hurikane_da_anime_gouranga@hotmail.com

or I think i'll stick around here aswell so if any writers have some scripts or half written scripts or ideas that need brainstorming....i'll work with. (but i'm an animator first, writer second)

I would like to join
Writer's Guild: Animator :)

Sorry bout the double post

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I am a fairly decent animator, i enjoy makeing games and animations but i usally lack what to make games and movies about! so this is why i would like to join the writers guild =)

At 6/5/05 11:32 PM, X_Anthrax43 wrote: I am a fairly decent animator, i enjoy makeing games and animations but i usally lack what to make games and movies about! so this is why i would like to join the writers guild =)

I'm looking for more help on a game MC_Huggies and I are working on. I can send you the script and whatnot if you like. Right now all we have is some concept art and an almost-finished script, though.

I am glad to see we have some interested animators. Hopefully you will find some good screenplays to work with.

As for my own current work... here is my latest poem:

Augmen

A man quite young, but of sire status
Walked along the streets with pride
He looked down upon all others
With an arrogant and powerful stride
The man well known as Augmen
Was the epitome of prime
Though the satire of envy
His suit was of mundane dye
The young women looked on forever
And they wished only to be his bride
He charmed and he complimented
Living the life of a handed ride
However, deep down, life was a stronger tide

He traveled the streets to the furthest ends
Whilst counting the glances upon his way
And tipped his hat to the fairest ladies
Whilst speaking the words, “’tis a beautiful day.”
The flowers grew fruitful, the humming birds hummed
It was an early aft in the spring of May
Though these blessings Augmen rarely noticed
For he was too caught up in his own display
So he walked on envisioning his destination
As the right of his mouth sprouted upwards in his face
Though this was strangely ironic
Because that who he sought at his pace
Was awaiting impatiently with a sour taste

Augmen arrived before the door
And knocked a strong sounding knock
Then it opened along the floor
And there stood, silent, twelve or more
Guests and friends watching the clock

A lady weaved throughout the crowd
As she waved at all the smoke
He recognized the friend Beth Crough
As she approached with a slight bow
Smiling, while angry, she spoke

“Your arrival pleases me not
I am certain you know this
Joke of it, and you will be caught
And leave that ego you have brought”
On her cheek, he laid a kiss

“Don’t worry my love, time is bold
I have all day, and all night
In my palm, all these guests I hold
For me, they would shake in the cold
Spark some candles – I need light

“No, hither by my side instead
Quick! (And to the crowd he turned)
Look here, what is it you all dread?
‘Tis in my heart and in my head
That today is grand and earned

“Yet all your faces paint concern
As if to say, ‘not today’
And here upon my quick return
You all seem ready to adjourn
Not everyday is this gay

“Let us rest ourselves and commence”
“You I loathe,” the father said
“Let me speak in my own defense,
For I have not made an offense.”
“You have your conceit instead.”

“Where is thy bride?” Augmen inquired,
“Why is it she’s not present?”
The father spoke again, “retired,
For she has lost what she admired.”
“But she can not be content?”

“I assure she is - don’t you mind,”
The father claimed abruptly
“Please, bring her forth to speak a word
I cannot bear what I have heard”
Father said, “not directly”

“Is this a joke? Some cruel demise?
Why is it you heath me so?
You’ve had your hand in this surmise
Was everyone here not apprised?
Oh, sadly I see who knows

“Then send word to my future wife –
If it is meant to be so –
That I love her with all my life
And bitter inside, I do strife
With this gift you do bestow”

And as his eyes began to swell
He traveled towards the door
Before the door, Beth wished him well
But waved it off on route to hell
The door closed along the floor

The woman who balanced his days
Was now gone without farewell
And what caused all this was his phase
And now life was again a haze
Just before the façade fell

A man quite young, but of sire status
Walked by the waters in dismay
His life he reminisced
As he noticed the trees around him sway
The pain he caused all his years
Was something he learned to weigh
But now he felt without a hope
As he had forgotten to portray
The man he truly wished to be
The one now by that local bay
He tripped upon his thoughts
And laid along the grass that day
Then he closed his eyes to forever pray

He never went to church
He never went to confession
He never helped the poor
He never sought redemption
And in his saddest moment
He felt a strong connection
He opened his eyes to the clouds above
And wished against his life of deception
He heard a call from far away
Just as he changed his life’s perception
The voice afar was his bride to be
The one who held all his affection
Was heading in his direction