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Any writers?
  • AnonUser28
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    Do any other SMs write? Short stories, poetry, essays, etc.? I thought it might be fun to have a thread for anyone who might want to share their literary talent. 
  • Charlotte_SometimesCharlotte_Sometimes
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    I feel like a doctor not currently practicing medicine.  Or a musician who hasn't touched an instrument in years. 

    I used to write all the time but feel like it got put "on hold" years ago and left there.  Same with my dance.   So yeah I guess technically I am a writer, a writer who doesn't write! ;)   Weird, I know.
    "But a lesson must be lived
    In order to be learned"

    Ani DiFranco, Manhole
  • French_momFrench_mom
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    I used to write poetry.  In my dark ages teens. Use to help me go true the day. Stoped when i met my man. Happy means no writting..

    I'll try and get my books out of the boxes.  Most are in french... the early ones.  I have a bunch in english tho. Hell i even got *published* : won a writting competition  btw HS    french and english one, private and public one.    I was so proud that i beat the ever winning private english HS :P  I will see if i can find them tomorrow.  I have about 50 of them, short and long.  I started writting when i was 12. So some are very basic. And   All about luuuuuuuuuuuuv lol  I was a teen afterall
    It is for me to know and you to dot dot dot.
  • AnonUser28
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    Thought I would bump this. I have seen a few posts about writers lately, and some poetry. I thought you might like to share some more @floridamommy25?
  • AnonUser28
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    @momofdbb @bombkitty @firstwife87
  • PrimalbitchPrimalbitch
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    I can write really hot steamy trashy letters. :D
  • AnonUser28
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    That sounds interesting @primalbitch? Like literotica type stuff?
  • anxiousmama27
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    yeah i am in the same boat as a lot of these mommas.  I used to write about 9 years ago when I was in high school.  I've got some of the old stuff around so i could post that.  let me go drudge some of that up.  I make no promises of it being good.  Keep in mind it was written by a teenager.
  • DreamerDreamer
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    I like to write roleplays.. you know interactive 'stories'  or whatever you want to call them.  Used chat rooms and boards.  Was never into poetry.  I like stories.
    There are some people who live in a dream world, and there are some who face reality; and then there are those who turn one into the other. Which one are you?
  • anxiousmama27
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    One question, if it is religious/spirutual in content, is it going to offend anyone?  
  • anxiousmama27
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    that is what a lot of my old writing used to be about.
  • PrimalbitchPrimalbitch
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    @pallasathene. Personally I think I could write better than whatshisface that wrote fifty shades. Not sure about doing a better plot, thinking my opinion it wouldn't take much to beat 50 on plot. But I can turn men on w my steamy notes. Love their reactions. :)
  • anxiousmama27
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    @Pallasathene
  • AnonUser28
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    @anxiousmama27 Whatever you want! @dreamer Do you have any to share? @primalbitch Beating 50 shades? I don't doubt you could!!!

     

  • AnonUser28
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    I'll share one to get us going???

    Focus

    the importance of relativity
    is so overlooked, I lack the excentricity
    to pronounce the extent of its
    capture.

    Jitters aren't intimdating
    when spilling out anticipation
    spelling out excitement
    an inability to cough.

    I want to take it all and have it
    but waiting makes the fruit
    more ripe, sweeter
    and the juice that drips down your arm to glance at your sleeve and fall on your lap can easily be forgiven
    when time is a measure that serves only to remind you to look back.

    The trickle of rain down warped glass
    is a greater spectacle
    than any shallow dive,
    low dig, glamor shine
    broadcast to minors with minor thoughts,
    the decrescendo of useful musings echos in the empty ears
    And real music falls silent on the still nerves
    as the fixed pathways do nothing but chase the wheel

    around and around and thoughtless.
    But, some of us have broken free, and we're enough, all enough, there's enough of us to take this world for ourselves, and escape their rained out parade. Because you should never fear the rain. I walk like I dont know its raining, so they say.
  • anxiousmama27
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    The lord, my lighthouse

    For a long time,
    I questioned my existence on earth,
    Always asking why,
    Wondering what my purpose was.

    The evils in the world,
    Had trapped me in an unrelenting ocean,
    Hitting me with waves of temptations,
    Lies and anger swirling around me,
    Leaving me with questions,
    That seemed to have no answer.

    Then through the thick blackness, 
    An overpowering light met my salt burned eyes,
    And with the same effect of a lighthouse,
    I was guided out of my sea.

    Now I no longer have to ask,
    Because when my eyes opened to You,
    I found the answers,
    To the questions I have asked for so long.

    I am here to trust in You, Lord,
    To help others out of their seas,
    By pointing them in Your direction,
    Because You are the lighthouse,
    To those who are ready to succumb.

  • anxiousmama27
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    That's the only poem I found.  I did find a "novel" that I wrote in my teens but wouldn't want to spam your thread with it.
  • anxiousmama27
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    This one looking back on it is pretty corny, but here is something I wrote for my now DH in high school.

    Life is sometimes decribed as a walk or journey.
    Maybe because events in a walk are like the events of life.
    There are the points when you reach your or one of your destinations,
    but there are low points too, like when you twist your ankle and plop in mud.
    A walk can be scary if it leads you into woods at night,
    but equally exciting when you find a cave or river to expore.
    Both life and a walk can be littered with diversity.

    For some people the walk of life is a solo trip,
    and they never find the perfect hiking partner.
    I thank God I'm not one of those people.

    I know what is like because I started out that way,
    being so busy trying to reach my destination,
    that I avoided anyone who could disrupt my pace.

    Then one day my head was down and I was watching my own feet, 
    trying not to stumble or catch them on th any rocks,
    afraid of the hurt that would com from a stubbed toe and being slowed down,
    I bump right into you because you were doing the same.

    The collision caused both of us to open our eyes and look,
    Look at what was ahead of us by forgetting what was behind.
    We both started walking again not together but headed in the same direction.

    Even though I tried to focus on my walk,
    I noticed you were walking in tune with me.
    Our pace was in sync, our footprints paralleling each other,
    Our strides were the same and they never got faster.

    This fascinated me and I was shocked even more,
    you dropped your map and it fluttered into my path.
    I picked it up and saw our destination was the same.
    On the top of our maps LOVE was circled and starred.
    With tentative steps I made my way over to you.
    I handed you your map and looked into your eyes.
    Our hands joined and fit tightly together.

    My eyes glanced our maps and love was no longer in its spot.
    I searched the map for it,
    but then you pointed and I realized love was no longer a single place on the map.
    On both our maps love was now a path,
    that twisted and winded and took up the whole paper.
    It went straight to the edge of the map and far beyond.
    We will walk that path long after our lives here are done.
  • DreamerDreamer
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    Ok this is a small same.   An rp I started with a friend..  its just the opening post I wrote. Its about a young woman that doesnt really know who or what she is.  She and her friend Cass were orphans together..

    Aislin (thats my character..its from her persepctive)

     It was hot. Its always hot in August, but more than usual. Nothing she could put her finger on exactly, but the heat was just different. Her wasnt sweating any more than usual. Hell. She rarely sweated. It was a rare occasion that something gave her a good enough reason to get a sweat on. But there was definitely something different in the lately. She was edgy. Fuck. Ok fine. She was down right bitchy......even for her.



    Running her fingers across her tightly knit braids, she breaths in and out deeply as if she could taste the air. Deep chocolate brown eyes scan the street before crossing quickly checking her phone for the time at the same time. Long lean legs carry her across the street with purpose.Her body language clearly saying 'get the hell out of my way, Im in a hurry'



    Pick up the phone.. come one. Come On. Glaring at the screen as if its to blame for him not picking up. Swearing under her breath she's going to flay him alive if he's playing those damn video games and forgot to pick her up from work. A growl rumbles from her chest as she hip checks the door that always sticks, and stomps her way up to their apartment. Unreasonable fear claws at her chest. What if he's gone? What if he left? Stomping on the fear, she refuses to let it get the best of her. He wouldnt leave her. He's been the only thing since they were children in that damn orphanage that hasnt left her. A smile touches her lips, as she things of the first time she met him. Her little six year old fists hammering on a poor defenseless keyboard swearing like an old sailor cause it wasnt working..A smile that is one part happy, one part 'You better have a good excuse mister or your dead'



    CASSIAN!

     

     

    There are some people who live in a dream world, and there are some who face reality; and then there are those who turn one into the other. Which one are you?
  • momofdbbmomofdbb
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    I loved writing in high school. I took creative writing class and loved it. I loved poetry and wrote short stories ( many of them dealing with vampires lol. ) I also wrote a play or two. I wish I still had all of them.
    " Wibbly wobbly timey wimey ......." The Doctor
    " I'm a leafe on the wind..watch how I soar ." Wash :((
    " Oh the wall had it comming.' Sherlock Holmes
    yea I am geek !!
  • anxiousmama27
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    @momofdbb, it's funny so many of liked to write in high school and really don't write anymore.  Life has a way of getting in the way of creative juices I guess.
  • momofdbbmomofdbb
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    Yea it does. I really want to write this childrens book I have in my head. I have written it down a few times. I read it to my class once and they liked it. I am not sure about illustrating it though. I can not draw to save my life. Lol.
    " Wibbly wobbly timey wimey ......." The Doctor
    " I'm a leafe on the wind..watch how I soar ." Wash :((
    " Oh the wall had it comming.' Sherlock Holmes
    yea I am geek !!
  • anxiousmama27
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    I wrote a novel in high school.  if anyone is interested, I posted my own thread because I don't want to high jack PallasAthene's thread.  
    Here's a link if you want to check it out.
  • JustAConfusedMamaJustAConfusedMama
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    A fictional short story. The events are fictional but characters were based on my husband and I as teenagers when we were dating. This was written years ago.

    Dusk and Dawn: A Brand New World

    A delicate white hand fit into a firm but gentle chocolate brown one, as the blonde haired small town girl looked into the sweet brown eyes of an urban boy as she moved even closer to him on the picnic blanket. She smiled softly at him and was so glad to finally be this close to the man that she loved. It had been months since she had last felt his tender and loving embrace or heard his soft sexy voice whisper into her ear. Now that the moment had come, she would do anything to protect it from being damaged.

    Not even the stares of one of the narrow minded and gossipy neighbors that walked on the path next to where they sat could persuade her from moving away. Instead, she leaned even closer to him and rested her head on his sturdy chest. He wrapped his arms around her and the loneliness that had engulfed her ever since their last kiss drifted slowly away from her. Sometimes, their long distance relationship made her feel so alone but being with him even for a few days was worth those feelings a thousand times over. So was any grief that idiotic people might give them over their differences. She would always just roll her eyes when someone gave her a lecture about the hardships of inter-racial relationships. She knew all of them and she knew that their love was strong enough to handle any and all of them. Besides, no one had the right to judge who she should be and who she should love and if someone thought different then they weren't even worth her time.

    She shook away these thoughts and let out a soft sigh as his gentle hands ran up and down her arms since she had shivered a little. She turned her head to him and looked up into his face with a loving smile. His lips curved up to form a goofy but sweet smile back at her and he slowly leaned down to kiss her softly. She closed her eyes as she leaned into the kiss and let out a soft sigh. "Mmmm, I missed this," She murmured softly. He broke the kiss and smiled at her. "Me too, darling, but there is plenty more where that came from." They kissed again and continued to kiss for a few minutes. Then, they took out their food and had the romantic picnic that he had planned for her. Even when the food was long finished with, they sat on that blanket and talked and laughed and just loved each other.

    As the summer day began to become darker , the couple laid down next to each other and she rested happily in his loving arms. As she gazed into his sleepy eyes, she smiled and a warm thought popped into her mind. "Some people might say that we are as different as night and day, but I don't see anyone protesting that relationship. For the majority of the time they live in separate worlds leading two different lives. Day lives in a world of light and innocence, and night lives in a world of darkness and mystery, sometimes even danger. At dusk and dawn, though, those worlds intermingle into one as a world all its own. It may only be for a little of the time, but it will always be there." Then, the girl drifted into sleep in the arms of her sweetheart and in those few hours of peace and sleep, their love created a perfect, uncomplicated world just for them..
  • PenguinsMommaPenguinsMomma
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    I am actually in the process of writing a novel. I actually had a scholorship for creative writing based on my application essay to NYIT back before i failed to graduate on time. I am going to check tonight if i cann find my old poetry book...though my poetry was prettybad...lol
  • anxiousmama27
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    @carolunea, that's awesome.  i wish you luck with your novel.  can't wait to see some of your poems.  i'm sure they weren't that bad.
  • AnonUser28
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    Something I wrote for my hubs...

    ALCOHOLIC

    I am alcoholic for you.
    [shaken, not stirred.]
    And I would love
    a brick wall and a match book
    to compliment this aftertaste
    of you.
    everlasting.
    sycophantic.
    I want to finger paint
    fermented wine
    on the air.
    and talk into tin cans and string.
    I am not an addict.
    I am alcoholic for you
    And it sounds like
    neon lights and citric acid
    I am blindfolded with raspberry cocktail jam.
    Everything in liquid form,
    for you.
    Highlighted with unconscious
    tonic ballads
    in the shape of duct taped
    mercy.
    Pour me another Manhattan
    You may never do your laundry again..
    I'm alcoholic for you
    And it sounds like..

  • anxiousmama27
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    @pallasathene, really enjoyed your poem.
  • bombkittybombkitty
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    French_mom said:

    I used to write poetry.  In my dark ages teens. Use to help me go true the day. Stoped when i met my man. Happy means no writting..


    I'll try and get my books out of the boxes.  Most are in french... the early ones.  I have a bunch in english tho. Hell i even got *published* : won a writting competition  btw HS    french and english one, private and public one.    I was so proud that i beat the ever winning private english HS :P  I will see if i can find them tomorrow.  I have about 50 of them, short and long.  I started writting when i was 12. So some are very basic. And   All about luuuuuuuuuuuuv lol  I was a teen afterall


    Ain't that the truth!  I wrote some great stuff when I was miserable.  I'd like to do some more writing once I'm not so busy with work and school and kids.  And taking my lazy ass to the gym!  ;)
  • shadylaneshadylane
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    I used to be a pretty good writer, I took a lot of creative writing and literature and journalism in high school and college. Well my degree is in communications so I had to have written communication skills. I was pre-law for awhile too and had to learn how to write legal documents, like briefs and motions. I won a couple contests for creative writing in high school. I really enjoyed it, I've always loved spelling and grammar and I just love words. I've always loved to read since I was 4, I would read for hours and hours, my friends would want to play but all I wanted to do is read. I would stay up all night, my mom would have to make me go to bed. I was reading jane austin and charles dickens in the second grade. English was always my best subject, it came so effortless to me. But after college I just stopped reading and writing, and now its been so long I'm not sure if I could even write anything decent. I wouldn't know where to begin. I'd like to write about the things I've been thru, I think it would help me and maybe other women but getting started seems impossible for some reason.
    ~slim shady~
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