Today's lesson in life consist of creativity without creativity there wouldn't be any expression. -NeonSummer ~Fiction Contest~ • 6/22/12 will start and finish on 6-25-12 • Must be at least 75 words in your piece • must be your own( come on anybody can be creative just don't be a thief! • you are allowed to write these styles of writing: Poetry, Short Fictional Story, a Short essay on the value of life you can choose one or all • simply be creative and have fun! • prizes range from grand prize to 4th place
CPT could you please be nice? This is actually a pretty cool idea. Also it would not be much different then the crazy stories some forumers write that we all love so much.
Once upon a time, there was a forum, and in this forum, there are different types on sections the young warlocks are able to post in. In this one section, "Off Topic", there was a thread that belongs in, "Fan Fiction", so it was deemed an outcast. Everyone who argued with the Captain Of The Guard died. The end. Motto; don't argue, don't die.
Here's a piece from my collection of work. " My Visions" By: NeonSummer A life of youth consist of sorrow and un-delightful feelings, although its all I ever envisioned. My eyes reflect on the counting clock ticking away my life in seconds I feel empty without even caring. Damage my mood I must place myself away from the hell of your visions for I must make a final decision. A decision on the marks of my featherweight career and the way I live inside the blue painted oceans that surround the earth and the green garbage that supports, today I don't feel like reality is really here and my head will soon fall between my hair and the ground, I cannot bare. I cannot hide among the trees when the ground begins to shake. I will see that my mind has become something surreal, subjective and when the sun comes up my body will never wake. I'm living in a dream of make believes and hopelessness, you might want to steer clear if that means your not a true dreamer. I'm freer these days but sadly I still feel chained down so much for being free? I will stop writing for I will no longer consist of reality that takes place inside the cold world of my inner visions.
That's not fiction, it looks like something ripped out of like a book on attempted suicides. That was so depressing I was crying.
It's poetry not a fictional story yeah it's depressing in some ways but there's a deeper meaning then that
You should put in this in Fan Fiction because a lot of the talented writers don't usually come to Off Topic.
Re: Fiction Contest : Poem I look to you. The reality is clear and vibrant. What once was a lovely hope has faded to sallow slivers. Yet I still cling to it. I find that maybe the inevitable can be pushed off just a little more. Just a little more. In the end can I remain like this? Can I continue to bury myself in your warmth? Forever? It is a silly thought. Yet my dim life survives on it. Struggling by with fake smiles is meaningless. But if I can just have keep this warmth with me. I may be able to actually look away. Look away with the bittersweet taste. That once was sweet love. Why I wonder. Does life seem to revolve around it. To find it. Possess it. Keep it. Is it a matter that we really need it? Or is it just pure selfish desire? But once you get that first taste. I believe it's too late to turn back . To the comfort of ice and solidarity.
Look on the left! Left!!" Shouted stewardess at pilot who just spilled a coffee in his groin trying to catch a glimpse of what she was pointing her upright forearm at. "Damn!" thought he as a hot liquid was seeping through his Calvine Clain, $75, just new, white boxers. The one he liked her to undress as he will become new addition to 10mile high club. But what was it, she was pointing at and second pilot have already dismised by forcing air mixed with salivas throught his front teeth and swallowing that lump of human liquid with strange, selfharming delight. No. No UFO again, just jumbo jet of spanish Iberia glittering in fading evening shunshine high up to Swiss Alps. "Laia, please, bring me a new cup of a same - black with no milk and one sugar." And he added: "Thanks." Sorry for spelling errors, as lm also driving .... ... deal with it.
And this is where forums turns into an unnecessary sex novel that has no business being here. Thank you, but no thanks.