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1  Creative Writing / The Blackboard / Re: Witchfire Trilogy Anyone? on: April 05, 2008, 05:36:28 am
Sure any references you need from the book I'll be more than happy to type up for you. I'm not sure what I want to play, may try and find my gunmage's character sheet and just reroll that old character.

My question about stats and stuff is skill points and feats are determined by level, generally, so are you going to give us a level or just assign a certain amount of points/feats?

And for the record, an ogrun gunmage could be fun....
2  Creative Writing / The Blackboard / Re: Witchfire Trilogy Anyone? on: April 04, 2008, 03:52:03 am
Online D&D rules sound simple enough. It sounds like one of those text-based roleplaying games that my friends used to talk about. Something starting with "fur" or something. Or was it another one? I don't know, I had a lot of friends into it. It was awhile back so I don't remember exactly how the last session went, but I think we got through the longest night. Where "the main person of the story" (don't wanna name any names  Wink ) is introduced.

As for DMing it I'm not sure. I guess if enough people on here were interested I could give it a try. I don't know much of the IK lore as the campaign I'm running is set in Eberron. I know Eberron fairly well and only play Warmachine/Hordes as a side thing. I could start reading the lore from the books I have and learn more. But that's assuming we got a decent bit of people interested. I own the IK player's handbook because I needed it to roll up my nyss gunmage (I know, I know, after getting into the War/Hord lore I realize how weird that is....but I really did have a decently cool story behind the character).

I think I might have the first Witchfire book lying around somewhere, but I don't think I have the whole trilogy. I know PP collected all three modules and put them into one big hardcover book. For dice and rules-wise I know there are a ton of dice rolling programs out there. Some might even do random character stats if you give it a range. I can look into programs like that, so that it'll be easier stat-wise and for equality stat-wise. Or you could pick a handful of decent stats and give limits like "these are your base stats and you can add a total of 5 points among the stats however you choose". That way if someone wants a really strong fighter-type they might toss all their points in Strength or reserve some of the points for Constitution.

If you want we could co-DM. Since you're better at the online roleplaying part and I could be there as advice on how to get players focused, keeping them on track, making sure you don't reveal anything too early, not going too terribly easy on them, etc.

My other question about the whole thing is it done over forums or what? It seems like it'd give more freedom that way because you can post on Monday morning something like "alright, you just entered this city, what are your characters going to do for the next two hours? Replies accepted no later than Wednesday at noon". That way people could check and respond on their own schedules. The only problem with nothing being instant would be that characters have limited interaction with each other and there might be a day long pause between DM saying "the barkeep looks at you and says 'what'll ya have?'" and the player saying "scotch on the rocks". I'm still curious about how all of that happens, after all, asking a question and waiting for a response can't really be done as a narrative between two different real-life people. I'd understand if minor NPCs like a barkeep could be added into a player's narrative about them walking into a bar, but interacting between two players and interacting between player and important NPCs (aka DM) will be more difficult.

Overall I'm definitely willing to play as long as it doesn't directly interfere with my day-to-day plans and schedule and I'm willing to help out although I'm not sure about totally DMing.
3  Creative Writing / The Blackboard / Re: The Slightly Random but still good for creative reasons thread. on: April 03, 2008, 04:13:44 pm
Kegger. Hmmm....Well I'm not a drinker, although I've been around it enough as my group's official "designated driver". I've never really been to any of those college "parties" as my friends and I all go to different colleges (or some of them went straight to work instead). So we have our own kind of "parties" that involve just us, usually a board game of some type (most often "Apples to Apples"), and a LOT of giggling. Those are some fun weekends. Everyone stumbling around and the giggling....oh the giggling. I've never seen nor heard a group of 5 large guys giggle before until I started being my D&D group's designated driver. And as much as they don't want to admit it, they can all get fairly high pitched >_<

I am not being honest to my first thought, however, as this thread is supposed to be. My first thought upon seeing "kegger" was not of some type of party, but of a little troll carrying a really big wooden keg. The Witchfire thread I just posted on has me thinking about the Iron Kingdoms world, I guess. My friend plays Trollbloods and I converted his little "Kegger" by adding an arrow in the side of the keg with little bits of beer foaming where the arrow penetrated. I'm no expert converter, but I thought it was cool. I definitely think he's cute and he's always my first thought when people say the word "kegger". I guess I'm just a geek like that.

Should be about five minutes, maybe a little less.

Well I'm in Geology class so the prof's got me thinking and I think the next word will be......."Extinction"! Or, if you prefer, "Mass Extinction"!
4  Creative Writing / The Blackboard / Re: Witchfire Trilogy Anyone? on: April 03, 2008, 03:51:03 pm
I'm a D&D player and have been for 14 years (yes, that means I was playing at age 7 -- both of my parents love the game). I have a group that meets about once or twice a month and we tried the Witchfire Trilogy about the time it came out (two, two and a half, three? years ago). We tried it before any of us had gotten into the Warmachine/Hordes crowd so we weren't that into the storyline and the campaign fell after about four sessions. From what I did experience of it I'll have to say it was enjoyable and since I'm a Warmachine/Hordes player now I'm able to understand and appreciate everything we did in the campaign. I'd love to play it again, but I've never done D&D over the internet so I'm not sure how its done. Also I'm at a disadvantage for you because I know parts of the beginning of the storyline and remember them better since I started into the IK lore (or "fluff" whatever term people use for it  Tongue ). I wouldn't, of course, give anything away, but it takes out the suspense of the "clue finding" that happens in the first book when a player knows where all of the clues are and what the conclusion is  Undecided

I would, however, be more than willing to give you any advice/answer any questions you have about D&D and DMing (Dungeon Mastering). I have a campaign I'm running currently and my friend is running a campaign that I'm playing in. So I can answer questions and those I can't answer I can ask my players or my DM friend. He was the one who ran our Witchfire game, so if you have any questions about specifically DMing that campaign I can ask him or have him post on here.

D&D is a great game and I hope you enjoy it. And if you could explain how to do D&D over the 'net I'd be more than happy to participate.
5  Original Writings / Announcements / Re: Welcome! on: March 27, 2008, 04:04:04 pm
Welcome! I frequent the PP forums as well although I rarely post. What do you play? I'm Circle.

Glad to have you aboard. Your psychic alien hybrid ninja cyborgs fighting the Darklord and his griffin knight hobbits sounds interesting...You'll have to give us a sampling of this sometime. I would definitely read it! Grin

Sorry Arkham didn't work out for ya, but their loss is our gain!  Wink
6  Creative Writing / Poems / First Poem on: March 17, 2008, 08:21:03 pm
I was looking through some boxes of old school stuff yesterday and I came across a notebook of mine from middle school (I'm currently in my third year of college, so that notebook is about 9-10 years old  Shocked ). As I looked through it I realized that I had thought I had lost it in the three moves I went through during middle school, high school, and college, but I hadn't. I found in it the first poem I had ever written. I've come a long way, but I thought I'd share this little gem of my past with you guys.

Even if the title implies it, it is not about a particular person. Its sort of my personal qualifications of a "Prince Charming" (or at least my qualifications when I was in middle school). When I was younger I always imagined my prince to be more down to earth and, because of my love of wolves and love of AD&D, I imagined him to be a werewolf. I'm weird, I know. Roll Eyes

Him

He is the one who cannot be named
          He slips through darkness in silence
His emerald green eyes cannot be tamed
          His attacks seek no violence
The sunlight's attraction is his of old
          His fangs never miss their mark
He holds the keys to my Heart and Soul
          I hold the keys to his Soul and Heart
He is the sun; he is the day
          He is the moon of shadow and night
His eyes pierce twilight's gloomy gray
          Eyes shining stars, brilliant and bright
He is the one whom I shall always call Love
          He is the one whom I call Mate

He is the Mate of my Soul


I'm not asking for any revisions or suggestions for this one. As it was my first ever I'd like to keep it as a fond memory. I just thought I'd share this with you all  Grin
7  Creative Writing / Poems / Re: Nameless love poem on: March 15, 2008, 04:32:03 am
I think the whole poem is absolutely beautiful. There are a few things you might want to look over, though.

Hair like midnight,
an equal to mine.
 Or no, even better,
for mine does not adorn a beauty so fine.

 The fourth line of this stanza seems a bit long and it also has "mine" and "fine" in it. The rhythm of the poem slows a bit here, because "fine" is supposed to be rhyming with the first "mine" (in the second line) but there's a second "mine" there. So the same sound is three times in a row rather than the intended two. I'm not sure how to change it, but you did address the reader so you could try something like  "for yours adorns a face so fine" or "for yours surrounds a beauty so fine" or some variation of the two.


The figure of a goddess,
wits and brains to boot.
I am in love with you completely,
and that is the truth.

The only problem I see with this stanza is "boot" and "truth" don't really rhyme. I like your message here, so I'm not sure it should be fixed. Maybe try:

The figure of a goddess,
wits and brains as well.
I am in love with you completely,
even if it is hard to tell.  (or maybe "its" instead of "it is")

or maybe:

I am in love with you completely,
even if you cannot tell.
8  Original Writings / Creative Discussion / Re: Including Religion on: February 22, 2008, 09:27:38 am
Awesome, thanks! I was worried that if I wrote about it I might get some negative responses (from online and real-life). I'm still not sure if I want to discuss the idea with my friends, though, as a handful are really religious. Glad I've got you guys!  Grin

I've written some of it down, but my intention is for it to be a novel, or at least a novella. So it might be a little long to be posting on the boards. Not sure, though, as I write more I'll post some to see what you guys think.
9  Original Writings / Creative Discussion / Including Religion on: February 21, 2008, 08:41:28 pm
There are many topics you don't discuss in "mixed company" (group that doesn't know each other well) the biggest of those being politics and religion. My question is how "sacred" is the topic of religion when it comes to writing? I've read several books that are centered around either making fun of religion or just putting a comedic twist on it (books such as "Lamb" by Christopher Moore and "Good Omens" by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett). Is the realm of comedy, though, the only one religion is allowed in?

I've had an idea swimming in my head for awhile about a "love" story of sorts set in the Christian mythos. However, it isn't comedic, is very serious, and I wanted to frame it like a fantasy novel where the main character travels to another world (essentially Heaven and Hell are "different worlds" compared to Earth). The only time I've seen something similar to this done before was in the movie "Made in Heaven" where a guy dies, meets a girl in Heaven that has never been reincarnated before (something that doesn't exist in the Christian mythos) and falls in love with her. They are both sent down to Earth to meet each other and for a chance at "happily ever after." Another example of this is "City of Angels" with Nicolas Cage.

My question is is this something that can be written about or will it bring about trouble simply because it's talking about religion (and not just any religion, but the predominant one in the United States)? After all, "City of Angels" and "Made in Heaven" did decently well, but Kevin Smith's "Dogma" brought a lot of negative hipe from the religious circles.

Should I go on with my idea or just keep it locked in my head? Has anyone else here tried something like this before?
10  Creative Writing / Poems / Lunar Tales of Roses Lost on: February 21, 2008, 07:24:27 pm
Here's one of my first tries at free verse (I'm not a huge fan of it, I prefer structure, but it can be an interesting structure all its own sometimes).


“Lunar Tales of Roses Lost”

A rose
Sits quietly on the ground
Bathed in silvery moonlight.
It’s petals, normally blood red,
Appear black in the night
It lies on the ground, silent and still,
Half remembered, half forgotten.
But, for me, it will always be remembered.
I recall the night she dropped it.
The dew now on its petals remind
Me of the tears that spilled
Off her cheek that night.
She had always run to me for help
But that night all I could offer
Was silent company.
All I ever offered was silent company.
Before that night it had been enough.
She told me the sad tale
Of her love that was lost.
How he died to save her.
He had been killed by
A blow that should’ve killed her.
She blamed herself that night
For everything that happened.
Kept telling herself she should’ve moved.
That she should’ve dodged the sword
Instead of being frozen with fear.
All of this comes rushing back to me
In a wave of memory, I can never forget.
Like the pull I create on the waves,
Time’s memories pull on my mind.
I, the moon, watch silently as yet another
Rose is dropped by the riverbank
Seconds before another grief-stricken woman
Jumps into the dark river’s embrace.
River water splashes like tears onto
The blood red petals of the silent rose.
11  Creative Writing / Critiques Corner / Re: Untitled Short Story on: February 21, 2008, 07:20:45 pm
Plot
Well, it wasn't Tom Clancy, but then, it wasn't meant to be. If you'd stuck a Tom Clancy plot in two pages of writing, you'd be either a llama or in an asylum. Huh. Or both. Anyway, my one criticism of the story would have to be the plot. Nothing much happens. I can see that that's deliberate - this isn't an action story. But the problem is that the story gears towards the jolt in the last sentence/paragraph, right? When you discover the narrator is a vampire. However, by that time, the reader pretty much has guessed that - you make it pretty clear. So once they've figured out tht the protagonist is a vampire (or a werewolf, I was thinking), they're waiting for something else to happen. And they reach the end and it's kind of like 'well... yeah.'


That is one thing I was worried about. I kinda wanted to expand it into a larger story because it feels more like the first chapter of something rather than a short story. One of the problems I had writing it was believability. How believable is it for a half-vampire to sit by a sunlit window and read? How believable is it for a half-vampire to have a son that doesn't know about what she is or have any sort of "abilities" himself?

I don't usually write stuff set in the present day/sci-fi, most is in a fantasy world. I don't like getting too "scientific" with the details like "its a blood disease" or some such, because I don't know enough about biology or biological processes (I'm an English major Undecided ) to make it sound convincing. The fact is, writing something like that, there's bound to be someone that knows more than me about the matter and it will detract from the story if I bring something like that in.

So then I'm back at square one. Wanting to continue the story, but not wanting to continue the story and it leaves the story kind of cut off. *sigh* Oh the joys of being a writer...
12  Creative Writing / Critiques Corner / Untitled Short Story on: February 18, 2008, 08:36:29 am
Here's one I wrote fairly recently. I'm not sure if I should expand on it or if I should just leave it the way it is. Some parts of it don't make much sense logically, but logic kinda went out the window when the idea first came to mind. I tried to space it out a little more than I have it on my word document, paragraph indentions are more noticeable on there and less on here. Hope you enjoy it!

FYI about my writing: Italics signifies thoughts of a character OR emphasis on a particular word

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   Something was wrong.  She could feel it, could smell it in the air.  Her keen ears heard crying as her son came up the stairs and into her bedroom.

   “Moooommmyy. . .” her son, Charlie, cried.
   “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” she asked, setting her book down and moving away from the window seat.
   “I f-fell of my b-bike and hurt my knee,” Charlie sniffled.  She had known he was bleeding the instant he had entered the house.  The blood’s alluring scent couldn’t be hidden easily, although it had taken her a moment to realize what it was.  Charlie wiped his hands across his face, making a further mess of himself.

   “Let’s go find Daddy,” she said, swallowing with difficulty as she tried to push the smell of blood out of her nostrils.  She took his hand and started to descend the stairs.  “Robert? Robert!” she called through the house.  He didn’t answer.  Where could he be? There was a tug on the hem of her shirt.

   “Mommy, D-Daddy had to meet with those important people today, ‘m-member?” Charlie said, the edges of his sniffling almost gone now that mommy was holding his hand.  “Can’t you give me a B-Band-Aid, mommy?”  His question was full of innocence and the blind hope and trust that all young children have in their parents.  She tried to ignore the smell of his blood and the way his pulse beat within her hand.  She looked down at him and tried to smile.

   “Daddy’s told you before, sweety, Mommy doesn’t like blood.”  Liar. The word floated there in her mind and she tried to push it out.  “Why in the world is your father at work on a Saturday?” she muttered to herself.
   “He told you this morning—“
   “I know, Charlie.  Daddy’s doing what’s best for this family.”  She managed to successfully smile this time and patted her son’s wet cheek in a comforting way.  “Mommy will get over her fear of blood, just for you.”  She put comfort and love in her voice.  Charlie’s tension eased and he became relaxed, causing his pulse to slow.  His slowed pulse didn’t beat quite as hard against her hand.  They walked to the kitchen where she set him on the island’s counter top.  She retrieved and opened the hydrogen peroxide, its clean, medical scent clearing her nostrils, temporarily, of blood. 

   “Mommy, can I have a Dorsey Band-Aid?” her son asked cheerfully.  She smiled and grabbed a Band-Aid box with the cartoon dolphin on it.  After all the supplies were next to Charlie, she wet two paper towels and handed one to him.
   “Hold that on your knee, it will keep the wound from scabbing up and locking nasty things inside you,” she said, making a playful grimace.  He did as she bade and then watched her with worry in his eyes.  She wiped his face with the other paper towel as he spoke.

   “Daddy always said that when you’re scared of something take deep breaths with your mouth and imagine its something you’re not scared of.”  She smiled softly, appreciating his attempt to soothe her.  She decided to humor him for the time being.
   “Okay then, what can mommy pretend it is?” she said, leaning toward him.  The scent of his blood filled her nostrils again as it slowly filled up the kitchen.
   “Umm. . .how about mud?” Charlie suggested.

   “Okay, mommy will imagine its mud, alright?” she said.  Charlie nodded and lifted the paper towel.  She did as her son had said and breathed deeply through her mouth as she pictured herself wiping mud off of her son’s knee.  The problem with breathing through her mouth was that she could taste the blood now.  The image of mud slowly turned red.  Once again she swallowed with difficulty as she poured the hydrogen peroxide on the wound.  Charlie winced, but she was proud of his strength as he held in a whimper.  She placed her hands on either side of his little knee and blew gently as the hydrogen peroxide did its work.  When it stopped bubbling she quickly put some medicine and a few Band-Aids over the cut to keep it clean.  Her mind swam through a haze as Charlie’s friends came in for lunch.  She put away the medical supplies and fixed the children grilled cheese sandwiches.  All she saw around herself were swirls of red.  All that filled her nostrils was blood.  She was dimly aware of them leaving the kitchen and of fixing herself a small sandwich that she couldn’t force herself to eat. 

It wasn’t until she was standing at the sink washing the children’s dishes that her mind cleared enough for her to think solidly again.  She looked around her kitchen; at the refrigerator covered in magnets and Charlie’s drawings, at the yellow curtains above the window over the sink, at the kitchen table covered in a pale gold tablecloth and all she saw everywhere she looked was a tinge of red.  The smell of blood had not left the kitchen, at least not to her sensitive nose.  She licked her dry lips and felt a canine tooth that should not have been that sharp.  She closed her eyes, placed her hands on either side of the sink, and fought down the yearning, the need, for blood.  When she opened her eyes, she continued scrubbing stubborn cheese off of the plates.

   “Nicole?” her husband’s soft, deep voice filled her ears.  Something told her this wasn’t the first time he had said her name since entering the kitchen.
   “Yes, dear?” she put on a smile and made her voice cheerful as she turned to look at him.  It took every ounce of will in her to keep that smile and cheerful demeanor as she saw him.  The top two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, his tie loose around his neck, revealing his strong, tanned throat.  She could smell his delicious masculine scent coming off of him in waves.  His pulse beat gently against her ears from across the room.  One cut.  One little nick from the edge of her sharp tooth would be all she would need to get to those veins pulsing beneath his skin.

   The plate shattered in her hands.
   “Nicole.”  His voice was stern as he shortened the distance between them.  “What happened?” he asked, retrieving a small broom and dustpan.  She knew he wasn’t asking about the dish.  He knelt at her feet, sweeping up the pieces of glass.  Her fingernails cut into her palms as she felt a surge of power that welled up from seeing him on his hands and knees.  She was stronger than him and with him in this position he would have no chance of escaping her if she decided to take advantage of the situation.  He stood suddenly and walked to the trashcan where the glass tinkled as he poured it in.  He filled her vision before she even realized he had moved.  “Darling, you’re shaking.”  His large, warm hands covered her shaking fists.  She looked up at him as the kitchen filled with the orange-red light from the setting sun.  He brushed the hair out of her eyes and looked at her with concern.  “You look like you’ve had a rough day.  What happened?”  His attempt to mask the undercurrent of worry in his voice was futile.  Her eyes slid away from the red ceiling to the pulse in his throat as she spoke.

   “Charlie. . .he fell off his bike and. . .he hurt his knee, but I fixed it.  He’s all better now,” she said, her voice sounding hollow and unused to her ears.  She had to get out of this kitchen and away from him before she did something she would regret.
   “I trust everything went okay?” Robert asked, his voice full of understanding.  She simply nodded as her tongue wet her dry lips again.  The front door shut and the sound of running feet entered the house.  The feet sped by the kitchen with a quick, “hey, Daddy,” before hurrying off to the den.  Seconds later a television came on and the theme song to “Dorsey the Dolphin” floated through the house.  Robert’s right hand gently ran through her hair.  She licked her lips again—how were they drying so fast?—and tried to swallow as his movement made his shirt slide along his shoulder, revealing and then concealing his delicious skin.  Without warning, his left hand pulled his shirt collar to the side and his right hand pushed lightly against her head.  She resisted, knowing what he wanted and not needing—no, not wanting—to harm him.

   “Darling, it has been seven years.  I know how it must gnaw at you.  I wake sometimes in the night and find you awake staring at me the way you are staring at me now.  You may not remember those nights, but I do,” he whispered in her ear.
   “I can’t. . .” her voice was breathy despite her efforts to make it firm.  She closed her eyes, knowing that shutting out the image of his throat wouldn’t shut out the smell or heat of it.  “N-Not with Charlie here.  I. . .can’t.”  She wanted to give in, oh how she wanted to, but she knew she was right.  She didn’t want her son to grow up with his mother’s past and true nature hanging over his head.  Suddenly she was weightless.  She opened her eyes to see her husband carrying her.  He stopped at the den.

   “Charlie, your mother isn’t feeling well.  I’m going to make sure she gets tucked in. Aren’t you going to spend the night at Martin’s tonight?” Robert asked his son.
   “Yes, sir.  But I wanted to come back Dorsey before going back to his house. Martin’s momma doesn’t like Dorsey,” Charlie replied, looking up from the floor at them. “Is mommy going to be okay? Is it my fault?” Nicole’s heart broke at his words.

   “Mommy is going to be just fine because Daddy is going to take good care of her. It isn’t your fault. Now, you go straight to Martin’s after Dorsey is over, understand?” Charlie nodded at his father, the look of a happy, carefree child coming back to his eyes. Robert left the den and headed up the stairs to their bedroom. He set her on the bed, closed the blinds, curtains, and door. He then took off both of their shoes and tucked her in before entering the bed from the other side. In spite of her keen eyes, she could barely see him.

   “Robert—“ His kiss stopped her words. He unbuttoned his shirt slowly as his tongue probed her mouth gently. He found her sharpest tooth and before she could release the kiss, he cut his tongue on her tooth. His blood slowly seeped into her mouth, awakening a hunger that she hadn’t felt in seven years. Losing control she lunged toward him, drinking as much of that delicious liquid as she could. He held her back, cutting off the kiss. His smile was full of happiness and. . .desire? In all the years she had been with him it wasn’t until now, when she was resting on top of him, looking at that smile, that she realized how much he enjoyed this. Well, he did propose to me even after finding out that I am a half-vampire, she chuckled to herself.
13  Creative Writing / Poems / Re: Physics on: February 18, 2008, 08:02:08 am
I really liked these poems. I've always loved math/science and my mother is a high school chemistry teacher. I showed them to her (hope ya don't mind, I thought they were cool!) and she was tickled pink by them. Gave credit where it's due, though, and she said "tell 'Jazen' to keep up the good work!" So ya gots fans!  Grin

I totally like the idea of you doing an entire text book like this. I bet a lot more students would be interested in science if it was taught in a creative way like this!
14  Creative Writing / The Blackboard / Re: The Slightly Random but still good for creative reasons thread. on: February 01, 2008, 02:29:57 am
Psychiatrist. I had a Psychology class last semester. The professor taught us the difference between Psychiatrist and Psychologist...the former can prescribe medication, the other can only listen to you. I loved that professor, though. Its great to see ones that love the subject they teach. One thing I've always wondered about psychiatrists is what gives them the right to know me better than me? The initial reaction might be that they have a different perspective that is an outside, unbiased, objective one that can be helpful in seeing your troubles in a different way. However, can't a friend do that? Or any human for that matter? Don't we all have our own unique perspective of the world that no one else but us sees and understands?

For instance I am at home, on my couch, contemplating seeing a movie later this evening, and typing on my laptop right now. Reading this a person would just assume that I am at a desk, sitting in a nice comfy chair, typing on my desktop computer, maybe even picture me in a spot very similar to their own. A person reading this might even wonder, now that I mentioned I am contemplating seeing a movie, what movie I am considering seeing. Or now that I mention it, a person reading this might want to go see a movie themselves. So, ha! I have just sent a subconscious message out to all reading this because of my understanding of the human mind and (semi)mastery of the English language. Does this make me a psychiatrist?

As for that word "movie" it sounds like something a child would say. "What's that four legged drooling animal, dear?" "Its a doggie!" "And what's that with the moving images?" "Its a movie!" Man I love the English language!  Grin


I might have exceeded my five minutes....Ah well, the next word shall be....COUCH!
15  Creative Writing / Poems / Small Poems on: January 31, 2008, 08:30:37 pm
As a new member of this forum I thought I'd start by posting a few little poems. I had a poetry class last (fall) semester and we had to write a poem once every three weeks. We also were required to write one or two three-line poems. Being a fan of Haikus it was hard for me to not write one of the three-lined poems as a Haiku (the second one). The actual poem that's below the two three-lined poems was the last one I wrote for the class (and therefore the most recent thing I've written which was in December 2007). I wanted to throw the class off. All semester I wrote goofy little funny poems. This one I love because I made half the class blush while I read it out loud and got a few giggles at the ending. You'll see what I mean  Wink

A cricket dances
In the night, a star blinks a tear
Wishing to swim in a sea of grass
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A crash into rocks
Falling head first from the sky
The rain joins the sea
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"Sinful Desire"

True love has been found at last.
I’m ready to drown myself
In my desire for you and
Your great tenderness tempts me
Every time I look at you.
I nibble you slowly to
Savor your every moment.

My tongue runs over every
Square centimeter of you.
I love how you melt at my
Merest touch. I love the flow
Of flavor you leave in my
Salivating mouth. I can
Not wait another moment!

I sink in my teeth and you
Split with satisfying sound.
I’m pleased when you pour forth with
Sweet hidden liquid treasures.
Oh you my sinful desire,
Oh you my wonderful love,
Oh you. . .my dear chocolate!
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**Side note: Having a deadline REALLY helps with writer's block. An even more helpful writer's block killer for me was finding a topic and then finding a structure. As you may or may not have noticed the "Sinful Desire" poem is written with seven lines in each stanza and seven syllables in each line. I forced this structure on myself by randomly choosing a number between 1 and 10 (I love being a D&D player, always have dice around..) and using that for the number of lines and syllables. If you're having writer's block I definitely suggest this. Probably the most fun I've ever had writing a poem!  Grin

For those that don't know what a "Haiku" is it is a form of Japanese poetry. Its format is simple. The first line is five syllables, the second is seven syllables and the last is five syllables. The first two lines are seemingly unrelated and the third line brings them both together making them look related. I'm not the best at writing them, but I love trying!
16  Original Writings / Announcements / Re: Welcome! on: January 31, 2008, 08:12:04 pm
Hello all. My name is Moonwolf. I kind of stumbled onto this site by accident, but I'm glad I did! I'm a college student majoring in English. I prefer writing short stories with the occasional poem. I'm a D&D player so, naturally, my preferred genre is fantasy. Anything else you need to know just ask!   Smiley
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