Writer's Group discussion

ooh cool. ok, i chose this wooden statue of a laughing buddha in my living room.

carefully etched, the face of peaceful exuberance.
big and jolly, the expression of jovial happiness frozen upon it.
it comforts you to watch, to just look at for a while even when your sad and remember that there is a time when you were happy
and when depression did not envelope your soul

Er... my room's mostly empty... so... My rabbit!

Fur of gray, eyes of black
She always knows where you're at.
Nose a-twitching, foot a-thumping,
Carefully watching your every move.
What she does, when you leave?
Only she herself may know.

The black death inched towards ms. I was stuck in the corner, then, in one last desperate attempt, I kicked out and sent him flying. I turned around and to my surprise there was a window. I climbed out, but couldn't move. I was stuck, and I could see his face leering out at me.

"Wrong move, girlie." He pried my fingers off of the window sill, one by one. I looked down and panicked. There was nothing to break my fall. I was too high up. I knew I would die. My left hand was gone, and slowly my right hand slipped.

"Bye-bye, girlie." I fell screaming, this time the black death approaching in a different direction, much faster than the last time. Only this time, there was no escape. I knew that I was dead.

I hit the ground with a mind numbing jolt, I smelled blood, and I felt bones snap like twigs. As my vision was fading, I saw his leering face...

My brother.

Ahh, that's scary. My brother scares me too.

lol! No, I scare my brother... this was the first horror/mystery thing I've ever written... I always write a romantic fantasy, so... yeah...

That was amazing for your first horrow/mystery! Even though I'm scared, reading more would be fun.

I don't know how... but it's been bothering me, so I'll most likely write more on it... Thank you!

The black death itched twoards me. I was stuck in the corner. No way out then i heard the voice. The voice was a twisted mimick of my own. "Let go. Its okay. Were here...well save you." Slowly i felt my sanity slip through my fingers. "NO!" I screamed at the monster, at my own monster. "You cant control me!" I screamed, only to hear that horrible laugh again. "I beg to differ..." The voice said. My heart and mind felt split apart. One part of me was strong, was not going to succumb to this horrible sickness. The other part wanted it to end. Wanted to give up, let the chips fall where they may.
"Yess....let them fall. Let fate take care of you." The monster contorted my own words until i hated them. I knew i could not give up. I could not give in. So i fought. I fought as hard as i could against the intangible. As hard as i could, with my own mind.

And? And? What happens next? Why are they fighting with their mind?

I loved it. It leaves the reader asking for more... at least, it leaves me asking for more.

I wrote this in a preconceived rhyme: ab,cb,dd except for the final stanza which is aa,bb,cc

My Coffee Cup

My coffee cup’s bone white outside,
with morning’s color at the rim.
It sits apart, alone atop my desk,
and makes me wonder where I’ve been.
When I think how I might have been enjoying it,
My mind escapes and flees from all I’ve writ.

I wonder now how long it’s been,
the lovely nectar warm and sweet,
I poured it full not long ago!
But now the time’s cost most the heat.
And maybe pleasure’s cooled itself,
as lonely sits it on this shelf.

I ponder my cup’s inner strength
of coffee’s soul and warm’s embrace.
I hesitate to lean and see
if time’s lost gladness has left a trace.
For proof’s a waste when reason lies,
And emptiness demands more coffee-size

But finally pondering the worst,
I lean and look inside my cup.
And joy erupts inside my soul,
for I have not yet drunk it up.
I bend and reach for my concern,
Leaving work’s words and formats yet to turn.

I grasp the smooth white handled jolt,
coordinating the transport of pleasure there,
a gracious push from mind’s desire,
I slowly bring it up to bear.
Ah! The nectar that is this coffee wine
brightens morning’s mood with depth and shine.

But how could we anticipate
the ravages of time undone?
How can anyone, it seems,
compute the moment when none seems run?
I stay the course a little bit
and follow logic’s view of it.

My coffee’s cold and I grimace sharply,
My mood's now heavily dampened, darkly
I think how I will give this up
and go and fill my coffee cup.
Lessons learned in life should all be writ;
This day's word-craft I must not quit.

That was pure awesomeness!
Lol thanks Not i was thinking that maybe her conscience is actually evil, and its driving her insane. I want to add more but im not sure when i can fr it in...well ill figure it out later :P

Awesome poem!!

:D

Chandani, I liked it as well... CAPTIVATING!

Thanks!

Dean wrote: "Im going to have a weekley thing you guys can write about.This week its a fun thing.Look at a object in your room for up to 2 minutes.Then close your eyes and walk around your room ten times.Open ..."

Although I appreciate your moving my poem to another place, I was responding to this suggested theme when I placed it here. I thought themes were cumulative rather than consecutive.
No worries on spelling my name wrong:)

ITS NEW YEARSS!!!! YEAH!!!!!!!!!! Ne years is the best because your at sum1s house at 2am and none of tha taxis can help u so u jus gotta stay and drink a lil more...

Mhmm?

happpy new year

YAYAY!

yipee.

xD

=D

What was the most recent theme again?

The most recent them was something about black death...

"Write a story where the first sentence is...
The black death inched towards me.I was stuck in the corner.No way out, then...
This is good for you horror writers. "

That's what it said.

Oh, thanks. That's a pretty old one.

Yeah...

How bout a new one?...

Yeah, how does a new theme get posted?