Storywriting Thread

[SixthSense]

     I use writing as a way to channel my creative energy, although many people find it either feminine or stupid to do so. I mean, writing is just like any other hobby, you either like it or don't. Basically, you can talk about anything in this thread, e.g. stories, plots, drafts, characters, etc. I mean, I just put this up because I didn't see one on this page. If there is already one, I'll lock the thread and move on, no need to start a tussle over it.

     I might spice this post up with some lists of stories or links to documents or whatever, but only if yo uguys are interested. I can understand you not liking writing.

     Also, if you are going to post stories in this thread, please just keep modifying your OP so that it isn't cluttered up with posts that are 3/4 something you already saw.

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[SixthSense]

CALL ME ISHMAEL

a bell tolls in the distance. it tolls for me- leonardo da vinci, third time winner of best supporting actress at the VMA's. It quips, "you gotta fight... for your right... to PAAARRRTAAAYYY".

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[Mega-Bear]

I've written quite a few, and I have also used my writings to get myself lots of extra credit in school. My teachers enjoy my wok, though that's probably only because nobody else puts any effort into writing.

Here are some short passages from some of my stories. Most of them are too long (anywhere from two to forty pages) to post on the forum.

This is from a crappy story I wrote called "The Peaceful Shadows." It, like most of my crap, is an anti-war story.

I had not heard another person’s voice in over a week. Of course, I always had the TV, but a person on television just didn’t cut it. It wasn’t a natural voice, it was a voice that once existed, was turned into radio waves through some kind of scientific tomfoolery, then bounced off a satellite, and sent back to my television as a real voice, but not a real voice. It was at one time a fresh, crisp and pleasant voice that was produced from a real person, but then we degraded it by sending that wonderful sound up into space through all kinds of electronics, then sent it back down to a receiver, who was crazy enough to accept it as a real person’s voice. Well, guess what!--it isn’t. It isn’t a real person’s voice. It used to be. I think if this keeps up, I may eventually forget to speak. I may forget my own name. Sometimes I lay awake at night, just repeating my name back to myself. Tyrone McKinnon, Tyrone McKinnon, Tyrone Wallace McKinnon, Tyrone McKinnon. I’ve stayed up all night just talking to myself before. I think that’s a sign of sea-crazy. I’ve been on the ocean too long, and am going crazy. It is a very possible reality.

More anti-war bullstuff from my story "Field of Flowers." Lenny is a loving friend and I hate the stuffty cigarette Gernozoids.

Lenny awoke within his dream on a floating purple meteor whizzing through space. Behind him was Earth, and although he couldn’t see directly where his personal meteor was heading, he was sure it would be splendid.
   Lenny flew for hours and hours, often being forced to just watch the stars out of boredom. When his asteroid finally slowed, he got excited. The meteor was going to land on a large planet, filled with ingeniously contrasted colors. Bright cyan water, lush green forests, complimented by two glowing gray moons. On the surface he could see a city of some sort with a large concentric target in the center of the buildings. That was where he would land. When Lenny finally did gently dock his meteor on the landing pad, he was greeted by hundreds of thousands of fuzzy pink mushroom-men that were about one foot tall. The Gernozoids, they were called. The Gernozoids made Lenny their king and took him all along the planet, letting him experience all of its natural beauty. Though, of all the amazing fields of colorful plants and Gernozoids gardens, nothing could quite compare to Lenny’s garden. Lenny left not long after arrival, anxious to see his garden again. Before he left, Lenny told the Gernozoids of his planet and all the horrid things that took place there. From slavery to war to famine to disease to greed to thievery to crime -- Lenny told them all. Once he was finished, the Gernozoids were fearful of Earth. He reassured them and gave them an important word of advice; “Do not ever destroy unless absolutely required, or else you will become Earthlings.”

From a super stuffty story I wrote called "The City Hungers." It's supposed to be about zombies but that theme is so incredibly done to death that my story, no matter how hard I tried, would inevitably be nothing but crap. Here's a piece of crap I wrote about zombies. Note the stupid, overused "ooohhh zombies how mysterious!!!" technique I created in a sad attempt to catch the reader's interest.

They said it couldn’t happen. It wasn’t supported by science, in fact, it was denied by science. Though, that was obviously wrong. They exist, and everyone everywhere knows it. Despite the government’s attempts, they have spread. The ‘zombies’ as they are commonly referred to have taken over most of America, small parts of Canada, all of Mexico, and all of Central America. Small groups of the undead have been lucky enough to get into South American countries, but the Brazilian military has held them off for the most part. Lucky for them, because my friend and I are probably the last humans left in the southwest. Though, we are both focused on one thing; getting to Brazil. We will have to journey for weeks, probably months. Eventually we will need to cross through dense jungle to find a clean Brazilian settlement. But that is ahead of us, and survivors live in the ‘now.’

This is from a re-write of one of my longest, though crappiest, stories ever; "Nightmare Trail." Some people are transported to an island with scientific mutations that don't even make scientific sense. Here's my horrid attempt to give the reader some information about characters.

I sat in the second seat from the left in the third row with my friend Ted by my side, him being first seat from the right. His rough profile made him look like a the stereotypical tough cop that television and books have promoted, but he was not that kind of character at all. He was very kind and gentle, always hesitant to be harmful with suspects. They could be pointing a gun at his face and he wouldn’t put his self-defense training to use. Ted liked to use words first, and physical confrontation last. That’s not the kind of guy I was. Although I was thin, I was quite the fighter. I’ve been in fights before where the suspect is pulling my short brown hair out of my head with a knife constantly darting at me and I wouldn’t back off. Ted would indeed jump back, even though his large build would definitely give him the power to counter any attack. Yet he still stayed rational when under the heat of battle or anger. I envied him for that trait.

I've got tons of other horrible stuff I've written over the years and it all sucks. I really hate how, after so much studying of literature and practice writing, my works are impossible to differentiate from a first grader's crude scribbles on a piece of construction paper.

[Tingalz]

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use quote tags, not code tags

[Mega-Bear]

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use quote tags, not code tags

For some reason I thought I had been using them, my bad.

[SixthSense]

You're good, even better then me.

here's an excerpt from a story I'm on.

"Happy Birthday"
     Fate smiled at me, his black hair having been combed back from his green eyes. He's been changing a lot lately. He isn't the roostery, stupid kid I met in kindergarten anymore. He's smart and funny, everything I'm not. I have choppy brown hair which I refuse to get cut at a salon, and ridiculously boring brown eyes. I think the only reason he even bothers staying with me is because my parents are rich.
     "Alex! Earth to Alex! We'll be late if you keep going aloof like that!"
     Oh yeah, and today is our first date.
     Trust me, it wasn't my idea. My mom set it up, buying us and our friends tickets, and buying me a ridiculous dress. I hate it, I really do. However my mom was tired of me "dressing like a boy", so I had to settle. The car for our date pulls up. I'm glad I talked my mom into a double date, it will make things less awkward between me and Fate. Now he is almost dragging me outside. I know he wants my mom to be happy, so I play along. I take his hand in mine before stepping into the car.

[Sabbin]

There once was an ugly barnacle. He was so ugly that everyone died.

The End.

[SixthSense]

There once was an ugly barnacle. He was so ugly that everyone died.

The End.

Beautiful