Uh, hey. I guess I'd like to join up here. I'm in a creative writing class right now, and i went into it thinking I wouldn't like it; but it turned out to be my favorite class this year. I would post more of my stuff, but i threw a good amount of it out. Not because i didn't like how they turned out; but because i didn't really think they were anything. But then i sort of went through a 'breakthrough' maybe? I dunno, people use that in art when you find your style of painting or whatever; but i've found that i absolutely love writing about inanimate objects and giving them personalities. I think that I like it this way, because the reader doesn't have anything to base stereotypes or personalities from people they know on the characters. I dunno, I think i'm kinda sounding pretentious, so sorry bout that.
How many years have you been writing: Around 3 months
How many flash story's you have written: Flash? Like movies? None
How many real life story's you have written: 4 - 5 i guess. i have a bunch of drafts, and poetry too.
And your name (optional): Bob Geisler
I got two 'plays' that i really like...
For the first one (birds), we had to do one scene. the first two lines were required, and it had to be in an office and the characters had to be either mother/son, father/daughter, etc. And they had to be named chris and sam, and looking for a piece of paper Other than that, I wrote the rest of this thing from scratch. :)
They're all birds by the way.
Sam - I wish we weren't here (mumbling)
Chris - (surprised squawk) Where is it? I know I brought it (subtle worried squawk)
Sam - (high pitched squawk) Wha-at!? Wh-hy even come to see the Ow-w-l-l if w-he don't ha-ave the proper paper-r wo-orkk? REE-EDICULOUSS!!
Chris - Shh! You want the crows to hear us and destroy our nest along with your brothers and sisterss? I had it when we came in.
Sam - Well I-h-hope so-h. Did you hear about the group of sparrows in nest 456, Maple providence? (speaking quickly, nervous?) Very respectable family, oh yess..., but now they're g-gonne! Never seen again! No doubt, by---
Chris - Okay, okay quiet! (nervous throat squawk, suppressed). He-re come the peacocks!
Peacock 1 - (walking up proudly, flashes colors in front of chris and sam before speaking). Two measly pigeons. Here? Why even lay talon or wing, hmph? (stomping foot) I can see your presence is not desired here. (to self: ha hmph, yes, yes. quite right, hmph).
Chris - Standing up slowly) Please sir, we are only here to---
Peacock 1 - (Slaps chris, eyes flaring); Did I give you permission to speak?
Chris - N-no s-sir-r (wimpering)
Peacock 1 - Then be sure to remember this before you open your beak again. Now what is so important that you have to wase (<- emphasis) my time escorting you around this holy palace; spreading your filth and lies around with you? (to self: ha, hmph, yes, nicely said).
Chris - My son-n and I -h ha-a (swallows, brief pause). (attempt at eloquence ->) have come here at the Great Owl's request, f-for he wi-ishes (sniff) to see us on the subject of the sidewalks in level 59A, Tiravalania division (suppressed nervous throat squawk)
Peacock 1 - (speaking quickly) Oh-h. Please sir I meant no disrespect. Well I mean I did. But that's just the nature of us b-birds right? I mean I'm-m sure you guys- It's just that- Please sir, don't tell the Great Owl. I just thought that you would be seeing the Pheonix or the Raven; one of the lesser bird (half-laugh nervous ->) y'know. Not the ow-wl. Have mercy; it would sa-ave my life if you didn't mention this in-ncendent.
Chris - Hmm, well I suppose so... Why don't we make it a bit more interesting at least? you escort my son and I to the owl without the paperwork that is normally required, and we forget this happened, alll right?
Peacock 1 - Well, that does g-go against ever-rything I believe in...
All right it's a deal.
Chris - Right-O! Lead on chippy chap chip!
(door knocking)
Owl - Hm? Yes,hm, come in.
Peacock 1 - H-her-re are the pig-geons sir-r.
Owl - Think you, hm, Jeremy
Chris - S-sir, we are h-here to (swallows), to speak with you a-about the s-sidew-walks in level 59A, Tiravalania division.
Owl - Oh! (hoot as if it's humorous). Yes, I thought you might, hm, say that! You really, hm, think that I care about such, hm, small matters? (shakes feathers)
(pause 5 seconds)
Chris - Well, you see---
Owl - Such haste! I know, hm, that you got that letter from the dove two days ago. That you were first, hm, excited then terrified of the visit. And I also know that you don't, hm, have the proper, hm, paperwork to be here right now. But all that's excusable, hm, for right now.
Chris- I, uh, I see.
Owl - No you don't. Hm, not yet at least. But all will make sense in due time. Now listen. I called you two, hm, pigeons to rule over here after I'm gone (hoot!)
Chris - What?
Owl - Yes, yes. I'm sure you might be thinking how, hm, 'wrong' this might seem. But listen to me first, before you protest, let me, hm, tell my side of the issue at hand...
Owl - Too long have I, hm, ruled with an iron fist. Silencing any that, hm, opposed me, public executions, corruption in even the smallest things; you've seen what is happening in the empire. Unfortunately, so has the, hm, Council of Eagles. The crows, (sighs), will be here for me within the, hm, week. There is no chance of, hm, survival. But I welcome death now. It seems like an age since I, hm, first took over. And from that first day onwards, I have, hm, used extreme fear, force, and, hm, intimidation to acquire what I needed, or in some cases desired. But I have always regretted this, hm, style of governing.
Chris - Then why didn't you, ahhhh I dunno, change?
Owl - Change! (hoot!) what an obscure thought! Never crossed my mind! (<- sarcastic)
Owl - Of course I wanted to change! But as there always, hm, is; the politics of the empires and providences and such. All things YOU have to learn my dear boy. Or, hm, man I should say. I've just grown too, hm, old. (<- shakes wing sideways across in front of himself).
Owl - But that's for another time. The crows are coming soon, and we, hm, don't have much time to, hm, 'dilly-dally' as your kind likes to say. They are coming, and by tradition, the Council has sent me a warning dove. And also by tradition, I must select an heir. Which is where YOU come in.
Chris - But why us? We're the lowest of the ranks of Birds.
Owl - Isn't it obvious? You two were selected BECAUSE you were, hm, the lowest of ranks. All the killings and racism: a direct result of the rank order. Think of Jeremy, the peacock. His, hm, arrogance was over-whelming, was it not? No, no. We do not need anymore of THAT. Putting a 'measly pigeon' as he likes to call you in charge will rectify everything.
Owl - You see, I have studied your, hm, kind, for a while now. You, hm, possess caring, compassion, empathy; everything the Leaders of Birds do not possess. And everything they need more of. So! assuming you agree; I shall name you 'The Great Pigeon' and Emporer. And your son a Duke and Heir to the Throne.
Chris - Wow, this is great. I have always thought of you as, oh I dunno, some scary mean dictator up in the clouds, but I see now your, uh, sensitive side? We'll gladly accept!
I dunno, this one is ok. I really think i could improve on it; and this was all done in one go, with no revisions. So yeah, I think this one is halfway decent. not my best
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My other play though, i really like how it turned out. It was an attempt at juvenalian satire, which is like satire since it criticizes society, but not in a playful sorta way. this was for my creative writing class, and it was required for one character wants something from another character, but it isn't tangible (e.g. a piece of paper, an apple, etc) i think i made the message clearer in here than in birds.
there's too much characters, so i'll post it later. i gotta go eat, so i'll be back in a little bit.