Creative Writing Thread

Post » Sat May 28, 2011 11:31 pm

I have taken quite a few creative writing classes so I have a large amount of poetry that I feel goes unappreciated. I'm sure I'm not the only one.

A Poem

Hangover

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Across the carpet of green and brown spew,
I fashioned a glance at my mucus filled shoe,
Ignoring so desperate the details of my night,
I just tried to ignore everything in my sight.

My head spun like an empty bottle of wine,
Trying to figure out if everything was fine,
I turned my head and my eyes lacked sight,
Never again will I move or look at light.

These hangovers are bad. I need a moist towel,
My stomach is churning and starts to howl.
Off to the bathroom I crawled so slow,
Took a seat on the toilet but nothing would go.

My head fell back and hit porcelain, off-white,
Again my head starts hurting, regretting last night,
Suddenly my stomach comes out the other way,
Quick onto my knees and afterwards I lay.

Lying for hours and not a tap on the door,
Where are all my friends where is the support?
At any rate, I pop some pills and forget the pain,
Grab my keys off the floor and drive home in the rain.

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Post » Sun May 29, 2011 2:00 am

I have taken quite a few creative writing classes so I have a large amount of poetry that I feel goes unappreciated. I'm sure I'm not the only one.

A Poem

Hangover

Spoiler

Across the carpet of green and brown spew,
I fashioned a glance at my mucus filled shoe,
Ignoring so desperate the details of my night,
I just tried to ignore everything in my sight.

My head spun like an empty bottle of wine,
Trying to figure out if everything was fine,
I turned my head and my eyes lacked sight,
Never again will I move or look at light.

These hangovers are bad. I need a moist towel,
My stomach is churning and starts to howl.
Off to the bathroom I crawled so slow,
Took a seat on the toilet but nothing would go.

My head fell back and hit porcelain, off-white,
Again my head starts hurting, regretting last night,
Suddenly my stomach comes out the other way,
Quick onto my knees and afterwards I lay.

Lying for hours and not a tap on the door,
Where are all my friends where is the support?
At any rate, I pop some pills and forget the pain,
Grab my keys off the floor and drive home in the rain.


better than anything i can do, never had the vocabulary to pull of something like this. sort of why i am reluctant to go to this level of English classes. the poem itself... makes me not want to have one of those, hm, moments, well, that is in addition to the previous predispositions against those, hm, moments.
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Post » Sat May 28, 2011 4:36 pm

As for my own work... this here really short short story is probably the closest thing i have to creative writing, aside from my fan fics posted way back when and my essays for my English class.

Stinky In Your Face Justice

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The birds who’s song was so attentively and joyfully admired by the man standing on the sidewalk, soon after his disappearance followed his example when he disappeared behind the corner after having concluded his observations. Heading south, happily chirping, they took off, leaving the tree they were on behind to the likes of bugs, squirrels, butterflies and other little critter inhabitants of the area.

Smart birds; the winter is approaching, and no, you do not want to stay in Chicago for the winter, no. The tree the birds were on, thought still a home and temporary resting place to the other little critter inhabitants of the area, was already beginning to look desolate, as though out to reflect the, and comply with, the approach of the winter.

The street, as if in some unspoken accord with the tree, it too was shoving what could have been interpreted as desolation and destitute of life, what with the few living things on it now leaving the picture and all. The chilly late autumn breeze, the scarcity of activity and life, the shadow of the soon approaching evening, all contributed to a rather grim sight, one that was balanced out only by the few remaining signs of life and the still here day: the said critters, the sun on the horizon, the occasional Model T making its way down the street, transporting yet another happily motoring drive and his or her passengers and or cargo towards the downtown district, your ultimate destination should you decide to follow the street and see where it takes you. Besides these, there were not much to pen, not much to see, as the day drew near close, activity and life winding down.

Before the sun did completely behind the horizon hid, another scene took place it did. From around the corner, the very one our previous hero disappeared to, a yet fresh breath of movement and action once again filled the street-a jiffy influx of action packed adventure to spice up the otherwise bland narrative of the day concluding: the constable of the local policing authority, blowing a whistle and running after an escaped purse snatcher, broke the quieting flow of the day winding down, disrupting the somewhat tranquil atmosphere of the street.

As it is well known in anyone’s neck of the woods, crime does not pay and this time was no exception. The said purse snatcher suddenly found himself staring down a sinister grin, suffering the mocking and taunting laugh of the black cat that just crossed his path. Hats off to the blind lady justice for so swiftly decreeing her verdict and to the feline for so speedily carrying it out it’s part; the said purse snatcher, as opportunistic and inventive as he is, was still prone to stepping on the same rake: irrevocably and helplessly succumbing to the intimidating growl of the ill omens and the dread that enveloped him each time one showed its teeth to him.

As the haunting howls of misfortune growled, the seeker and favorer of five finger discounts instead found himself dealing with hands of responsibility when the man of law pinned him to the ground as he, taken aback by this sudden crossing of paths with the foretelling of evil, tried to stop but instead stumbled and fell, as if running into a immovable wall. As if the hands of the law detaining him and forcing him to stay put as the constable read the man his rights was not enough a repay for his opportunistic and inventive schemes, the snatcher experienced what can only be described as stinky in your face justice: the criminal, when stumbling, made a splash collapsing face flat into a puddle of water containing water, dirt, and-as criminal as it is of me to repay evil with evil-defecations of the bovine resident of the house by which the said puddle chose to develop.

Needless to say, the constable detained the turns out drunk criminal, who I imagine was at this point very much sober or at least sobering up having experienced this kind of stinky in your face justice, and the hoped easy money were returned to the rightful owner. Some half an hour later, the scene returned to the previously established status quo: the unwinding of the, then slow and still but now eventful by some views, day.

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Post » Sat May 28, 2011 1:33 pm

Here's a song I wrote back in 2004 after Bloodmoon was released. It's called "The Reavers song".
I may have added to the image of the Reavers a bit and placed them as more seafaring bands of marauders in the tune.
It's sung in a sea shanty type melody similar to a vintage OLD SPICE aftershave jingle, or something you would imagine would be sung by band of rum sodden sea men in a port tavern. You might almost be able to sound out the melody. These type melodies have tremendous potential for harmonies sung acapella.


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The Reavers Song


For the salt and the sails and the sea!
Oh, the salt and the sails and the sea!
A wayfarin' man, Oh, a Reaver I'll be!
For the salt and the sails and the sea.

Well, I left my home as a wee lad,
For the salt and the sails and the sea!
With a band of Curs and Scallywags
For the salt and the sails and the sea!
We'd sail all day and we'd raid all night,
By the age of fourteen I was a fit to fight!

For the salt and the sails and the sea!
Aye, the salt and the sails and the sea!
A wayfarin' man, Oh, a Reaver I'll be!
For the salt and the sails and the sea!

Well, the waves go up and the waves go down,
The salt and the sails and the sea!
And me guts came up and me head spun round,
The salt and the sails and the sea!
I got locked up once and I had to dig
Me way out of the Imperial Brig!

For the salt and the sails and the sea!
Oh, the salt and the sails and the sea!
A wayfarin' man, Oh, a Reaver I'll be!
For the salt and the sails and the sea!

Life goes on and I'll never give up,
The salt and the sails and the sea!
The loot and the women and a drink o' my cup,
Oh, the salt and the sails and the sea!
Aye, the day will come when I'll sail no more,
When me bloody bones rot on the ocean floor!

Aye......! The salt and the sails and the sea!
Hoi......! The salt and the sails and the sea!
A wayfarin' man, Oh, a Reaver I'll be!
For the salt and the sails and the Sea!

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Post » Sun May 29, 2011 2:44 am

Here's a song I wrote back in 2004 after Bloodmoon was released. It's called "The Reavers song".
I may have added to the image of the Reavers a bit and placed them as more seafaring bands of marauders in the tune.
It's sung in a sea shanty type melody similar to a vintage OLD SPICE aftershave jingle, or something you would imagine would be sung by band of rum sodden sea men in a port tavern. You might almost be able to sound out the melody. These type melodies have tremendous potential for harmonies sung acapella.


Spoiler
The Reavers Song


For the salt and the sails and the sea!
Oh, the salt and the sails and the sea!
A wayfarin' man, Oh, a Reaver I'll be!
For the salt and the sails and the sea.

Well, I left my home as a wee lad,
For the salt and the sails and the sea!
With a band of Curs and Scallywags
For the salt and the sails and the sea!
We'd sail all day and we'd raid all night,
By the age of fourteen I was a fit to fight!

For the salt and the sails and the sea!
Aye, the salt and the sails and the sea!
A wayfarin' man, Oh, a Reaver I'll be!
For the salt and the sails and the sea!

Well, the waves go up and the waves go down,
The salt and the sails and the sea!
And me guts came up and me head spun round,
The salt and the sails and the sea!
I got locked up once and I had to dig
Me way out of the Imperial Brig!

For the salt and the sails and the sea!
Oh, the salt and the sails and the sea!
A wayfarin' man, Oh, a Reaver I'll be!
For the salt and the sails and the sea!

Life goes on and I'll never give up,
The salt and the sails and the sea!
The loot and the women and a drink o' my cup,
Oh, the salt and the sails and the sea!
Aye, the day will come when I'll sail no more,
When me bloody bones rot on the ocean floor!

Aye......! The salt and the sails and the sea!
Hoi......! The salt and the sails and the sea!
A wayfarin' man, Oh, a Reaver I'll be!
For the salt and the sails and the Sea!


whats a reaver? sample tune? i can imagine them seamen at the tavern singing, but i am not sure i understand what music it is. :)
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Post » Sun May 29, 2011 12:24 am

whats a reaver? sample tune? i can imagine them seamen at the tavern singing, but i am not sure i understand what music it is. :)


Reavers? They were small bands of marauders in the Morrowind expansion Bloodmoon. They will attack you on sight. Land pirates in the sense of the game.
I simply extended them out sea ward for the sake of the tune, imagining they may have done business in that manner; not aware of any official ES lore surrounding them. The melody is pretty much set in my mind, and I suppose you'd have to make your own, or just read it as a poem.

I read every word of both works previously presented...good stuff. Schnakers, I can definitely relate to your poem. It brought back a few memories I'd like to forget, but very descriptive of the experience nonetheless. Well done!
Manuel, your story really paints a picture, I like how you set the place in the second paragraph, then cleverly set the era in the third with the image of a model T.
It was an enjoyable read.
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Post » Sat May 28, 2011 4:26 pm

I write lyrics for all the bands I'm in, so I'll share some of my favourites:

A couple from my doom metal band; one about geography, the other about astrophysics...

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SEISMIC ORDEAL

Inching ever closer
Continents collide
Grating plate tectonics
A crash and a divide
Great volcanic gateway
Flowing molten birth
Lava spewing wound
Lacerated earth

Ancient built up tension
Ends with a single chime
Briefest crash, meaningless
In this geographic time
But to our tiny minds
Earthquakes and tsunamis
Hit like devil punishments
Decimating armies

Seventy million years of pressure
Builds ten thousand mountains
Himalayan juggernauts
And vast explosive fountains
Continent formation
Through fusions and through tears
Like cumulus humilis
Over several million years


LONGING FOR BLACK HOLES

I want my consciousness torn into a million nothings
Just to see what it's like
I want to breach the event horizon
And witness the end of time
I want to suffer impossible pain
For the chance to become a god
I want to be the collapse of physics
I will transcend the law

I want to unravel this mortal coil
I long for the intensity
I want to join with infinite blackness
I yearn for maximum density
I want to die on the head of a pin
At the hands of spiralling gravity
I want to burn in the heart of the sun
I ache for singularity

Grim existence
Tethered to this [censored] planet
I long for truth
No other man can see
I long to caress
Every tiny atom
I long to be
The whole of history


One from my ska band, I'll let this speak for itself. It's called Global Swarming:

Spoiler
While world temperatures rise
And we pay the carbon debt
Humankind averts its eyes
From a clear and present threat
We fear that climate change
Is gonna bring us to our knees
But our species is endangered
By those killer mutant bees

We're afraid that birds and pigs and things
Will cause us lots of harm
While the scientists go on TV
And tell us to stay calm
But there's a huge bio-disaster
On an epidemic scale
It's made of little yellow bastards
And has a sting in its tail


And a few from my... other band... A couple of these were co-written with the other vocalist. They range in subjects from zombies to historical events. We have about sixty songs, but I had trouble finding any which were appropriate to post on this forum...

Spoiler
THE NETHERLANDS

Stop! I'm late! I shall be late for my flight!
What is your destination?
The Netherlands!


Windmills, tulips, cheese and bikes
Below sea level thanks to dykes
A low country, with high aspirations
Sir - what is your destination?

The Netherlands! (x4)

Holland, Zealand, the other ones, The Netherlands,
Edam, Rotterdam, Gouda, Amsterdam,
The Hague...


MARSHALL LAWNMOWER

Living dead
On my flesh
The night of terrors
Don't smell so fresh
Remove the head
Or destroy the brain
Streams of blood
Drive me insane

Barricade
The doors and windows
Don't let them in
Through the windows
Zombies crave
Your supple skin
Better phone
Your next of kin

Zombies, zombies everywhere
And not a drop to drink
Don't know how to brush their teeth
Don't know how to think
Feast upon a million children
Feast upon the dead
Feast upon your torso
Feast upon your head (when you're dead)


IS HE A NAVAL WIZARD?

Admiral Nelson
Rode his mighty steed
On the top deck of the Victory
A striking sight indeed
It burned terror
Straight into the heart
Of the enemy fleet
And Lord Bonaparte

Is he a naval wizard?
Could he steer the ship through a blizzard?
Is he a naval master?
Triumphant naval bastard!

Fire all cannons
Onto Trafalgar Square
Slay Napoleon
Behead the Russian bear
The battle's over
And victory is ours
Now lets go fight some ninjas
In super suped-up cars

This battle's won
Horatio lives on
The mighty Admiral
Who one day will be king
Give him a boat
And he can do just about anything


NEWTON'S BADASS DRUM MACHINE

Esteemed physicist and children's TV presenter Isaac Newton is perhaps best known for his conviction that science should be fun. It was with this in mind that he set his mind to a series of wacky inventions designed to stretch the potential of human knowledge, including a rocket propelled chair, a dancing candelabra and a set of uranium dice that always roll sixes. It was while researching alternate energy sources that some of his best known inventions were created, including a pair of spectacles fueled by human death and capable of seeing love, a petrol powered bath, and the reggaetrain - a steam locomotive which runs on good vibes.

One invention formulated and built during this period, of which no working example remains, was a mysterious musical instrument known to Newton scholars as his "badass drum machine". It is with this drum machine that the following song is concerned...


Gnarly pistons shooting off steam
Newton's badass drum machine
Punch card interface from a paper ream
18th century opera's getting real mean

Newton was rockin' a cheap-ass motel
Gettin' jiggy and drinking with Henry Purcell
Purcell was a dreamer, incredibly keen
He said "Yo dawg, build me a drumming machine"

Plans were drawn up, the machine was created
But Purcell had a change of heart, and he hated it
"That's not what I meant" he screamed at poor Newton
And then people got scared, 'cause he started shooting

The mechanism torn up by searing hot lead
The steam tank exploded, leaving 12 people dead
Isaac Newton just barely escaped
No broken bones, and no wounds agape


By the way, the historical songs we wrote are all completely true.
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Post » Sat May 28, 2011 2:32 pm

Reavers? They were small bands of marauders in the Morrowind expansion Bloodmoon. They will attack you on sight. Land pirates in the sense of the game.
I simply extended them out sea ward for the sake of the tune, imagining they may have done business in that manner; not aware of any official ES lore surrounding them.
i think i missed them, then, or just don't remember; i did play Bloodmoon, but i am drawing blank. maybe its the lack of proper sleep though. i'll have to look it up later though.

ah, kudos then, nice work :) . maybe if you write a fan fic or a short story about it, i'd like to read that, too, if you do :)

as it was once said to me, as long as it is a reasonable extension of the the available Lore, its OK. i'll add: especially for us the writer typer(or writer to be types :P :) . i think its reasonable to imagine pirates in Morrowind context, so its not impossible that maybe some reavers did branch off to that. :)

The melody is pretty much set in my mind, and I suppose you'd have to make your own, or just read it as a poem.
ah, well, that might be somewhat problematic then, a learning experience, i suppose, because generally i go by what is presented as the "canon melody" so to say :) . thanks though, a learning experience would be good for me :)

I read every word of both works previously presented...good stuff. Schnakers, I can definitely relate to your poem. It brought back a few memories I'd like to forget, but very descriptive of the experience nonetheless. Well done!
Manuel, your story really paints a picture, I like how you set the place in the second paragraph, then cleverly set the era in the third with the image of a model T.
It was an enjoyable read.
thank you. it was a part of writing exercise in my English class. part one of the exercise was describe a person, which i did but for a public version of the short story i did cut out almost completely, leaving in its place only that short paragraph at the beginning, and, hm, condensed the description to that simple line: "The birds who’s song was so attentively and joyfully admired by the man standing on the sidewalk, soon after his disappearance followed his example when he disappeared behind the corner after having concluded his observations" and the the description of a man was cut because i have my reservations about that, as people might try to read that description as being my self-portrait, etc, you, know, interpretation, psychology stuff, etc since our teacher said we are free to describe any person, which usually taken as author will do a self portrait, no matter how subtle. part two describe a setting where that person is and so on, describe a setting and so on, and a random clue like Model T looked like a as good a choice as any when i was writing that part. part three was supposed to be how that person interacts with the environment and or some action and or another character. bit since my hero was sent around the corner in part one, i didn't want to look for excuse to bring him back and instead went for the police and crook combo :) (it seemed like a good choice, as part three was supposed to include like antagonist and protagonist, some conflict or action, etc, and what fun it is to see constables chase crooks, no :) :P ? by the way, when i used constable, i did mean the English constable, you know, the hat, the whistle, Scotland Yard, the accent, the whole deal, i didn't just use that as a replacement word for 'police man'. sort of hard to reconcile a constable in his blue green gray uniform to 1920s Chicago, i think, but the teacher did say it does not have to be all correct and proper in terms of like what's real and what's not or something like that.
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Post » Sat May 28, 2011 5:06 pm

I write lyrics for all the bands I'm in, so I'll share some of my favourites:

A couple from my doom metal band; one about geography, the other about astrophysics...

Spoiler
SEISMIC ORDEAL

Inching ever closer
Continents collide
Grating plate tectonics
A crash and a divide
Great volcanic gateway
Flowing molten birth
Lava spewing wound
Lacerated earth

Ancient built up tension
Ends with a single chime
Briefest crash, meaningless
In this geographic time
But to our tiny minds
Earthquakes and tsunamis
Hit like devil punishments
Decimating armies

Seventy million years of pressure
Builds ten thousand mountains
Himalayan juggernauts
And vast explosive fountains
Continent formation
Through fusions and through tears
Like cumulus humilis
Over several million years


LONGING FOR BLACK HOLES

I want my consciousness torn into a million nothings
Just to see what it's like
I want to breach the event horizon
And witness the end of time
I want to suffer impossible pain
For the chance to become a god
I want to be the collapse of physics
I will transcend the law

I want to unravel this mortal coil
I long for the intensity
I want to join with infinite blackness
I yearn for maximum density
I want to die on the head of a pin
At the hands of spiralling gravity
I want to burn in the heart of the sun
I ache for singularity

Grim existence
Tethered to this [censored] planet
I long for truth
No other man can see
I long to caress
Every tiny atom
I long to be
The whole of history


One from my ska band, I'll let this speak for itself. It's called Global Swarming:

Spoiler
While world temperatures rise
And we pay the carbon debt
Humankind averts its eyes
From a clear and present threat
We fear that climate change
Is gonna bring us to our knees
But our species is endangered
By those killer mutant bees

We're afraid that birds and pigs and things
Will cause us lots of harm
While the scientists go on TV
And tell us to stay calm
But there's a huge bio-disaster
On an epidemic scale
It's made of little yellow bastards
And has a sting in its tail


And a few from my... other band... A couple of these were co-written with the other vocalist. They range in subjects from zombies to historical events. We have about sixty songs, but I had trouble finding any which were appropriate to post on this forum...

Spoiler
THE NETHERLANDS

Stop! I'm late! I shall be late for my flight!
What is your destination?
The Netherlands!


Windmills, tulips, cheese and bikes
Below sea level thanks to dykes
A low country, with high aspirations
Sir - what is your destination?

The Netherlands! (x4)

Holland, Zealand, the other ones, The Netherlands,
Edam, Rotterdam, Gouda, Amsterdam,
The Hague...


MARSHALL LAWNMOWER

Living dead
On my flesh
The night of terrors
Don't smell so fresh
Remove the head
Or destroy the brain
Streams of blood
Drive me insane

Barricade
The doors and windows
Don't let them in
Through the windows
Zombies crave
Your supple skin
Better phone
Your next of kin

Zombies, zombies everywhere
And not a drop to drink
Don't know how to brush their teeth
Don't know how to think
Feast upon a million children
Feast upon the dead
Feast upon your torso
Feast upon your head (when you're dead)


IS HE A NAVAL WIZARD?

Admiral Nelson
Rode his mighty steed
On the top deck of the Victory
A striking sight indeed
It burned terror
Straight into the heart
Of the enemy fleet
And Lord Bonaparte

Is he a naval wizard?
Could he steer the ship through a blizzard?
Is he a naval master?
Triumphant naval bastard!

Fire all cannons
Onto Trafalgar Square
Slay Napoleon
Behead the Russian bear
The battle's over
And victory is ours
Now lets go fight some ninjas
In super suped-up cars

This battle's won
Horatio lives on
The mighty Admiral
Who one day will be king
Give him a boat
And he can do just about anything


NEWTON'S BADASS DRUM MACHINE

Esteemed physicist and children's TV presenter Isaac Newton is perhaps best known for his conviction that science should be fun. It was with this in mind that he set his mind to a series of wacky inventions designed to stretch the potential of human knowledge, including a rocket propelled chair, a dancing candelabra and a set of uranium dice that always roll sixes. It was while researching alternate energy sources that some of his best known inventions were created, including a pair of spectacles fueled by human death and capable of seeing love, a petrol powered bath, and the reggaetrain - a steam locomotive which runs on good vibes.

One invention formulated and built during this period, of which no working example remains, was a mysterious musical instrument known to Newton scholars as his "badass drum machine". It is with this drum machine that the following song is concerned...


Gnarly pistons shooting off steam
Newton's badass drum machine
Punch card interface from a paper ream
18th century opera's getting real mean

Newton was rockin' a cheap-ass motel
Gettin' jiggy and drinking with Henry Purcell
Purcell was a dreamer, incredibly keen
He said "Yo dawg, build me a drumming machine"

Plans were drawn up, the machine was created
But Purcell had a change of heart, and he hated it
"That's not what I meant" he screamed at poor Newton
And then people got scared, 'cause he started shooting

The mechanism torn up by searing hot lead
The steam tank exploded, leaving 12 people dead
Isaac Newton just barely escaped
No broken bones, and no wounds agape


By the way, the historical songs we wrote are all completely true.
your skill is commendable, and fantasy is working, but man, and don't take this personally, but i get an uncomfortable vibe from your post(maybe its the lyrics of the songs, they seen eary, dark, and i have heightened sensitivity to those things, it was literally hard on my chest to finish the last two and if i was to finish reading all of it and provide any kind of objective feedback, which i wanted to do, i had to turn to prayer for defense from, well, whatever it was). agape... i don't see many people knowing, much less using, that word these days.
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Charlie Sarson
 
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Post » Sat May 28, 2011 2:51 pm

I write lyrics for all the bands I'm in, so I'll share some of my favourites:

A couple from my doom metal band; one about geography, the other about astrophysics...

Spoiler
SEISMIC ORDEAL

Inching ever closer
Continents collide
Grating plate tectonics
A crash and a divide
Great volcanic gateway
Flowing molten birth
Lava spewing wound
Lacerated earth

Ancient built up tension
Ends with a single chime
Briefest crash, meaningless
In this geographic time
But to our tiny minds
Earthquakes and tsunamis
Hit like devil punishments
Decimating armies

Seventy million years of pressure
Builds ten thousand mountains
Himalayan juggernauts
And vast explosive fountains
Continent formation
Through fusions and through tears
Like cumulus humilis
Over several million years


LONGING FOR BLACK HOLES

I want my consciousness torn into a million nothings
Just to see what it's like
I want to breach the event horizon
And witness the end of time
I want to suffer impossible pain
For the chance to become a god
I want to be the collapse of physics
I will transcend the law

I want to unravel this mortal coil
I long for the intensity
I want to join with infinite blackness
I yearn for maximum density
I want to die on the head of a pin
At the hands of spiralling gravity
I want to burn in the heart of the sun
I ache for singularity

Grim existence
Tethered to this [censored] planet
I long for truth
No other man can see
I long to caress
Every tiny atom
I long to be
The whole of history


One from my ska band, I'll let this speak for itself. It's called Global Swarming:

Spoiler
While world temperatures rise
And we pay the carbon debt
Humankind averts its eyes
From a clear and present threat
We fear that climate change
Is gonna bring us to our knees
But our species is endangered
By those killer mutant bees

We're afraid that birds and pigs and things
Will cause us lots of harm
While the scientists go on TV
And tell us to stay calm
But there's a huge bio-disaster
On an epidemic scale
It's made of little yellow bastards
And has a sting in its tail


And a few from my... other band... A couple of these were co-written with the other vocalist. They range in subjects from zombies to historical events. We have about sixty songs, but I had trouble finding any which were appropriate to post on this forum...

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THE NETHERLANDS

Stop! I'm late! I shall be late for my flight!
What is your destination?
The Netherlands!


Windmills, tulips, cheese and bikes
Below sea level thanks to dykes
A low country, with high aspirations
Sir - what is your destination?

The Netherlands! (x4)

Holland, Zealand, the other ones, The Netherlands,
Edam, Rotterdam, Gouda, Amsterdam,
The Hague...


MARSHALL LAWNMOWER

Living dead
On my flesh
The night of terrors
Don't smell so fresh
Remove the head
Or destroy the brain
Streams of blood
Drive me insane

Barricade
The doors and windows
Don't let them in
Through the windows
Zombies crave
Your supple skin
Better phone
Your next of kin

Zombies, zombies everywhere
And not a drop to drink
Don't know how to brush their teeth
Don't know how to think
Feast upon a million children
Feast upon the dead
Feast upon your torso
Feast upon your head (when you're dead)


IS HE A NAVAL WIZARD?

Admiral Nelson
Rode his mighty steed
On the top deck of the Victory
A striking sight indeed
It burned terror
Straight into the heart
Of the enemy fleet
And Lord Bonaparte

Is he a naval wizard?
Could he steer the ship through a blizzard?
Is he a naval master?
Triumphant naval bastard!

Fire all cannons
Onto Trafalgar Square
Slay Napoleon
Behead the Russian bear
The battle's over
And victory is ours
Now lets go fight some ninjas
In super suped-up cars

This battle's won
Horatio lives on
The mighty Admiral
Who one day will be king
Give him a boat
And he can do just about anything


NEWTON'S BADASS DRUM MACHINE

Esteemed physicist and children's TV presenter Isaac Newton is perhaps best known for his conviction that science should be fun. It was with this in mind that he set his mind to a series of wacky inventions designed to stretch the potential of human knowledge, including a rocket propelled chair, a dancing candelabra and a set of uranium dice that always roll sixes. It was while researching alternate energy sources that some of his best known inventions were created, including a pair of spectacles fueled by human death and capable of seeing love, a petrol powered bath, and the reggaetrain - a steam locomotive which runs on good vibes.

One invention formulated and built during this period, of which no working example remains, was a mysterious musical instrument known to Newton scholars as his "badass drum machine". It is with this drum machine that the following song is concerned...


Gnarly pistons shooting off steam
Newton's badass drum machine
Punch card interface from a paper ream
18th century opera's getting real mean

Newton was rockin' a cheap-ass motel
Gettin' jiggy and drinking with Henry Purcell
Purcell was a dreamer, incredibly keen
He said "Yo dawg, build me a drumming machine"

Plans were drawn up, the machine was created
But Purcell had a change of heart, and he hated it
"That's not what I meant" he screamed at poor Newton
And then people got scared, 'cause he started shooting

The mechanism torn up by searing hot lead
The steam tank exploded, leaving 12 people dead
Isaac Newton just barely escaped
No broken bones, and no wounds agape


By the way, the historical songs we wrote are all completely true.



I enjoyed all of these, some really interesting topics you've covered. The dark humor is great.

Regretfully though I couldn't find Newton's Drum Machine on Google. :(
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Emily Jeffs
 
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Post » Sat May 28, 2011 6:47 pm

your skill is commendable, and fantasy is working, but man, and don't take this personally, but i get an uncomfortable vibe from your post(maybe its the lyrics of the songs, they seen eary, dark, and i have heightened sensitivity to those things, it was literally hard on my chest to finish the last two and if i was to finish reading all of it and provide any kind of objective feedback, which i wanted to do, i had to turn to prayer for defense from, well, whatever it was). agape... i don't see many people knowing, much less using, that word these days.

Well I dunno what to say, other than that you probably shouldn't take them so seriously. The first band is supposed to be dark and forboding, but the others definitely aren't. I didn't think agape was such a rare word, but I seem to remember it took us a while to get that last verse together - longer than usual, anyway - so it's possible we picked it up from a rhyming dictionary.

I enjoyed all of these, some really interesting topics you've covered. The dark humor is great.

Regretfully though I couldn't find Newton's Drum Machine on Google. :(

I think we have a diagram of it somewhere :P
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sally coker
 
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Post » Sat May 28, 2011 10:34 am

Well I dunno what to say, other than that you probably shouldn't take them so seriously. The first band is supposed to be dark and forboding, but the others definitely aren't. I didn't think agape was such a rare word, but I seem to remember it took us a while to get that last verse together - longer than usual, anyway - so it's possible we picked it up from a rhyming dictionary.
eh, well, maybe its the lyrics and the i don't know, interesting looking dude in the avatar making up a, hm, the feel. eh, well, in any case, yeah, the fist few were actually more, hm, normal, but the last two picked up the pace, it seems. to me anyway. and agape, the old greek word for love is the one i am thinking of, that i don't hear or see much anywhere, really, so that was interesting to see it here... i am still trying to figure out how it fits there. unless agape also means something else. and what is a drummer machine anyway? sounds like some big mech contraption that supposed to play drums?
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Post » Sat May 28, 2011 1:14 pm

eh, well, maybe its the lyrics and the i don't know, interesting looking dude in the avatar making up a, hm, the feel. eh, well, in any case, yeah, the fist few were actually more, hm, normal, but the last two picked up the pace, it seems. to me anyway. and agape, the old greek word for love is the one i am thinking of, that i don't hear or see much anywhere, really, so that was interesting to see it here... i am still trying to figure out how it fits there. unless agape also means something else. and what is a drummer machine anyway? sounds like some big mech contraption that supposed to play drums?

Dude, the song is a joke, it really doesn't need in-depth reading...

Anyway, you're wrong on agape - it means "wide open". Same root as "gaping".
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FITTAS
 
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Post » Sat May 28, 2011 9:48 pm

Guess I'll just make something up on the spot
I've never been great with poems and what not
So here I sit in my bedroom alone
Texting a few of my friends on the phone

All that it takes a few simple rhymes
But then as you type you lose track of the time
You feel like you enter a state of zen
And before you know it it's 3:00 AM

Maybe you wonder why I waste my time
Writing these stupid poems that run through my mind
But I ask why you care of how I get my thrill
And I offer some useful advice: just chill
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Post » Sun May 29, 2011 12:59 am

I really liked a Haiku by Basho that went:

Wake up, wake up
Be my friend,
Sleeping butterfly


So for a Creative Writing class I wrote a little story based on a slightly different translation of it.

Look! there walks a priest!
He is very far from home,
this Summer morning.

On the road to December,
He is walking and sees,
A little spot of color in the grass.

Wake up! Wake up! It's I,
who want you for a companion,
sleeping butterfly.

Where are we going?
Asked the sleepy butterfly.
Flying beside the priest.

We are going to watch
The cherry flowers,
Blooming over my grave.

Look! there flies a butterfly!
He is very far from home,
this Summer morning.


I guess I started out trying to make it Haiku, but ended up butchering it all over the place and just went with some kind of thing that resembles the form only not really. It was supposed to be a children's book type deal with each page having an illustration to go with it too, but I never managed to get that far. I am not a creative person. :sweat:
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Rhiannon Jones
 
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Post » Sun May 29, 2011 12:24 am

Dude, the song is a joke, it really doesn't need in-depth reading...

Anyway, you're wrong on agape - it means "wide open". Same root as "gaping".
ok... hope i didn't say anything i should not have... if i did, sorry man.

oh. that makes sense in the song then. and new words added to my dictionary then, thank you :)

Guess I'll just make something up on the spot
I've never been great with poems and what not
So here I sit in my bedroom alone
Texting a few of my friends on the phone

All that it takes a few simple rhymes
But then as you type you lose track of the time
You feel like you enter a state of zen
And before you know it it's 3:00 AM

Maybe you wonder why I waste my time
Writing these stupid poems that run through my mind
But I ask why you care of how I get my thrill
And I offer some useful advice: just chill
hm, it makes sense and it rhymes and its normal language... unlike some pop today that either has the sense or the rhymes or normal language. kudos :)

I really liked a Haiku by Basho that went:

Wake up, wake up
Be my friend,
Sleeping butterfly


So for a Creative Writing class I wrote a little story based on a slightly different translation of it.

Look! there walks a priest!
He is very far from home,
this Summer morning.

On the road to December,
He is walking and sees,
A little spot of color in the grass.

Wake up! Wake up! It's I,
who want you for a companion,
sleeping butterfly.

Where are we going?
Asked the sleepy butterfly.
Flying beside the priest.

We are going to watch
The cherry flowers,
Blooming over my grave.

Look! there flies a butterfly!
He is very far from home,
this Summer morning.


I guess I started out trying to make it Haiku, but ended up butchering it all over the place and just went with some kind of thing that resembles the form only not really. It was supposed to be a children's book type deal with each page having an illustration to go with it too, but I never managed to get that far. I am not a creative person. :sweat:
well, as you said, it was just not finished. but give yourself some credit on being creative; the rhyme in the sig is your own, right? by itself its nice, but it also fits the linked content, so double points there :) . someone can draw up the pictures and you can supply the text, and voila, a children's book... or web post at least, if not a book... maybe not yet.
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Jesus Duran
 
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Post » Sat May 28, 2011 3:35 pm

the rhyme in the sig is your own, right?


What? No no no no no. It's an English translation of the chorus of http://www.hongfire.com/cg/data/25/caramelldansen.swf. :P
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Katey Meyer
 
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Post » Sat May 28, 2011 8:46 pm

What? No no no no no. It's an English translation of the chorus of http://www.hongfire.com/cg/data/25/caramelldansen.swf. :P
aha... can you then come up with one of your own now, to experiment and see if you can :) ?
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Kevan Olson
 
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Post » Sat May 28, 2011 9:01 pm

Perhaps a villanelle?

Spoiler

A Tiresome Occurrence

Outside at night in the dancing rain,
changing green, yellow, and red reflections,
I hope your life never gets too plain.

The black leathery rubber is torn, sprained,
and ripped, but you give it your affection
outside at night in the dancing rain.

Trying to keep your words clean, to refrain
from giving your kids an awkward expression,
I hope your life never gets too plain.

Twisting threads, thumbs stinging with pain,
five times around, counterclockwise aggression.
outside at night in the dancing rain.

Wild winds whipping past, you sustain
a kneeling stance pull from the suspension,
I hope your life never gets too plain.

Fastened at last, it passes your inspection,
on your way once more in the same direction.
Outside at night in the dancing rain,
I hope your life never gets too plain.

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Post » Sat May 28, 2011 10:44 am

A short story I wrote while looking at my old collection of Mega Blocks Dragons.
Enjoy


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Prince Belom Voref raised his shield as a Varangian knight charged him, the Prince bashed the Varangian twice in the head with his shield and then with his sword he stabbed the Varangian in the gut ending his life. He pulled his sword out just in time as another Varangian charged him; the Prince dodged the Varangian’s every blow until the Prince was close enough to cut the Varangian’s head off.
The Prince held up his sword and yelled “For Centuria”. The Centurion warriors around him charged with renewed vigor into the Varangian line. But the Centurions were hopelessly outnumbered and soon they were surrounded, they prayed for a merciful death as the Varangians closed in on them.
But just as the Varangians held up their weapons there was a huge roar from above, everybody looked up. As high above them a huge Sky dragon dived down into the Varangian ranks killing all in its path. Prince Belom and his warriors took this to their advantage, they charged into the Varangians taking them off guard and killing them. The dragon opened its maw releasing its inferno upon the Varangians, their mighty armour serving no protection burning them alive.
But the Varangians came prepared, they had with them twelve ballista’s. The ballista’s locked on to the dragon and fired three harpoons, two of them missed their mark and landed into the Varangian lines killing men as the harpoons impaled them. But the third harpoon found its mark, the Sky dragon roared in pain as the harpoon went deeper into its chest. It crashed into the Varangians, many of whom getting killed.
Prince Belom was frozen in place as the dragon died, although the Centurions fought with their lives the Varangians were to much and overwhelmed them.

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Post » Sat May 28, 2011 10:36 pm

It might look odd, cause I just copy/pasted it from AbiWord, but anyways... This is a story about HK-47 killing everyone in The Wizard of Oz. Oh, and it is really long.


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A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, "lived" a droid with the designation HK-47, or HK for short. Now, HK was a droid of many talents; he could translate any language (even Tusken), and loved to kill people in gruesome ways. Also, he had a bad ass orangey-red finish.
One day, HK was wandering about some planet, probably Coruscant, killing politicians, as assassin droids are apt to do. For some reason, HK's optics were malfunctioning, so everything was black and white, rather than the red he normally saw. Naturally, this angered HK, so there he was, picking off targets at 120 kilometers away, using his Aratech sniper rifle with a damn fine tri-light scope. Suddenly, a small portal appeared in front of him; the droid decided to play it safe, and threw a handful of thermal detonators into the magical warp hole. Instead of actually destroying the portal, the detonators seemed to expand the glowing orifice, and the portal quickly consumed the now pissed off droid.
Five days later, HK booted up to find himself in the midst of a colourful field; fifteen meters away, there was a rickety looking house, with a pair of legs sticking out from where the foundation would have been, had the house not been lying in the middle of a brightly coloured field of flowers. "Statement: I am not on Coruscant anymore," vocalized HK-47, "Observation: Perhaps this house can offer some clues as to where I have been disposed." As mentioned before, HK wasn't a stupid droid; as such, he removed two Mando Heavy Blasters from his thigh plating. Leveling the weapons, HK strode across the field, purposefully crushing the erect flowers beneath his metallic heels. Within a few seconds, HK had arrived at the dilapidated house, and smashed down the shoddily built door. As he did an awesome move consisting of a dive, roll, kneel, and aim your guns, HK noticed a lump on the bed. "Investigation: There appears to be a life form asleep on the bed. Statement: Perhaps this meatbag can tell me where I am."
HK holstered one of his Mando'a Heavy Blasters, and pointed the other at the top of the lump on the bed. The droid glided over to the bed, and pulled back the covers. "Observation: This meatbag is a female," HK began to vocalize, "Query: Female Meatbag, where am I?" As HK vocalized aloud, the female awoke with a start. She quickly began shrieking, as a country bumpkin like her had never seen something as freaking extreme as HK-47 before. Naturally, HK didn't want her wailing to alert any nearby enemies, so he quickly blaster-whipped her across the face. "Commentary: If you continue vocalizing so loudly, I will have to end your pitiful meatbag life," HK commented to the female, "Query: Where am I?" The female, now bruised awfully across her face, decided that in order to protect her "pitiful meatbag life," she would have to answer this odd metal man.
"Well, we're in Kansas, silly," she sniffled, "why, where'd you think we are?" HK pondered this for a brief moment; approximately a tenth of a second to a regular human. In all respects, the droid could have pondered much more quickly; he had considered killing the female in various ways for seventy five percent of that thought process. "Statement: Kansas? I've never heard of 'Kansas,'" HK leveled his Mando Heavy Blaster at the meatbag again, "Observation: There was a corpse lying under your house. Who is she?" The female meatbag looked as if she was about to shriek again; before she could, however, a small animal scampered into the room, and began to bark at HK very loudly.
Now, HK had asked the girl to be quiet; this animal was doing the exact opposite of that. "Statement: See you in hell, little furry meatbag." HK-47 punted the animal across the room; as the dog sailed lazily through the air, like a drunken butterfly, HK raised his Mando Heavy Blaster, and vaporized the canine before it hit the opposite wall.
The dog's ashes puffed against the wall just as the girl began to scream again. "Toto! No, not my little Toto," moaned the girl, "you monster, you killed him!" HK turned about, baffled at the girl's reaction. "This 'Toto' was making noise. He should have been quiet. Someone may be alerted to our presence," HK vocalized, "Observation: It would be easier to fight without you. Goodbye, meatbag. Perhaps you can join 'Toto' in hell." HK proceeded to vaporize the girl in the face, then left the down-trodden, corpse-ridden shack in search of some answers, or at least higher ground (better for shooting your enemies).
As he was walking out, HK's left foot brushed up against the crushed corpse; the droid decided to pause and see if he could find anything out from the corpse. "Observation: It appears that this meatbag was flattened by the house. This one appears to have shoes made out of ruby on her feet," HK noticed, "Observation: I can use her shoes to fix my broken optics." HK tried to pry the ruby shoes off of the rotting corpse's foot; sadly, they were firmly attached, almost as if someone had nailed them to the bone using railroad spikes. Naturally, HK wasn't having any of this [censored]; he set his Mando Heavy Blaster to the "Killpocalypse" setting, and evaporated the cadaver's legs, leaving the shoes unharmed.
The droid lifted the shoes off of the ground, and ejected a hand-span vibroblade from the sheath on his arm. HK quickly cut out optic-sized pieces from the shoes, and removed his currently faulty optic glass for the fresh ruby pieces. The droid soon regretted his action, however. "Observation: Why is this 'Kansas' so bright? It is like I am on Tatooine all over again," vocalized the droid loudly, "Pained Expression: Gaaaah!" The droid rapidly turned down the "Brightness" setting on his sensors, and soon became accustomed to the glow that essentially everything put off.
Looking down, HK noticed a path, covered in gold, for some odd reason. "Mockery: Gold? What sort of idiot covers his roads in gold? When you can use gold to buy weapons?" HK was baffled at the dumb-assery of this "Kansas" place. Suddenly, HK noticed a town had sprung up less than sixteen feet from the entrance of the dilapidated house. The droid, wary that the village's residents might have heard him, holstered his Mando Heavy Blasters, and pulled out his ACP/Array Scatter Gun (custom made by the Trandoshans) as he began to head into town.
Entering the crap-village, HK saw another female meatbag standing about in the center of town. The woman wore a pink dress, had a tiara, and carried some sort of scepter with her. "Hello, Good Sir," called out the woman, "why, you have the ruby slippers! That must mean that one of those evil witches is dead!" At her exclamation, a large group of miniscule people poured out of the various hovels that surrounded the town. They began to sing, praising HK as a hero to them all; some threw themselves upon the droid, begging to carry the hero's child, while others offered him foods and beverages as thanks. It appears that these meatbags are trying to get something from me, thought the droid, I'll have to kill them before they can try anything funny.
The droid raised his ACP/Array Scatter Gun, and pumped the slide on it, racking a shell into its chamber. In the .000000002 seconds it had taken the droid to do that, however, another person had magically appeared in the town square. Unlike the first woman, this one wore a ratty black dress, and had ugly green skin. The tiny people, meanwhile, had fled to the safety of their homes. "You! You have killed my sister, you dirty son of a [censored]! I'll get you good!" The green woman continued to rant; HK, having none of this garbage, decided to shoot the woman in the stomach area. The charged particles of the Scatter Gun's shell slammed into the green [censored]; she crumpled to the ground, and disappeared in a puff of smoke. "What have you done?" exclaimed Good Witch, "what was that?" HK ejected the shell from the ACP's chamber, and racked another into its place. Shouldering the Scatter Gun, HK turned to address the woman in pink. "I shot her."
"You 'shot' her?" "Affirmation: You are correct. Mockery: You are also less intelligent than a Gungan. I am leaving." HK started to leave the town; as he walked out, he remembered to take care of the little people before they could cause him any trouble. The orangey-red droid (now covered in the Evil Witch's blood) raised his left arm, activated the Thermal Detonator Grenade Launcher that was slung under it, and lobbed the explosives into seven of the town's key tactical structures. As he ran down the path, probably in search of another portal (but mostly to find more people to kill), HK heard the deafening blasts of the detonators, followed by the screams of hundreds of tiny, now-on-fire or impaled-by-shrapnel, meatbags wail through the night.
A few hours later, HK came upon a crossroads, surrounded by miles of what should have been cornfields. Strangely, the cornfields were covered in nothing but dirt, and what appeared to be straw. As he ran past, HK heard a voice calling out. "Heeeeeeeeeeeelp! The crows! They are everywhere!" HK put on the metaphorical brakes, and halted directly in front of a man, tied to a post. "Greeting: Hello, meatbag," HK greeted, "Query: Where can I find a portal?" The man looked at HK for a second before replying. "Gee, you sure look funny. How's about you help me down, buster?" HK gave the man a piercing gaze. "Answer: Negative. I will now kill you." The man looked shocked, at least as shocked as a straw man could muster. "Now wait just a minute here-" HK leaped the fence "wait a second, buddy-" HK's feet clanked as they landed upon the ground, and began to run towards the straw man's post "I was just foolin' around-" HK closed the distance between the two, and pressed his ACP/Array Scatter Gun against the idiot's head "I CAN TELL YOU WHERE TO FIND A PORTAL PLEASE DON'T KILL ME PLEASE!" HK's finger slowly moved away from the activation trigger of the Scatter Gun. "Query: Where is the portal, strawbag?"
The straw-man, having somehow urinated his pants, quickly began to reply. "Well, if you let me down from this post-" HK's finger returned to the activation trigger "Alright, alright, I'll tell you. Down the Yellow Brick Road, there's a city. Glowin' bright green, you can't miss it. Inside of the city is a man. He's a wizard... he might have a portal, back to wherever you came from." HK lowered his ACP/Array Scatter Gun, and magnetically attached it next to his Aratech sniper rifle, on his backplate. "Mockery: Oh, I'll wet myself, then try to bargain with my killer! Oh, I'll tell him about the magical wizard without negotiating at all!" HK ran a command to activate his ZX Miniature Flame Projector, located inside of his right forearm. The droid aimed the fire-thrower at the base of the post, and the weapon sprayed a wonderful, burning stream of death at the wooden post.
Leaving the flaming strawbag to his hellish demise, HK returned to the Golden Path, and started clanking down it again. Five miles later, HK found another crossroads; this one was surrounded by forests, instead of cornless cornfields and burning strawmen. An annoying "Mmmmmmmmph!" noise seemed to emanate from the left of the path. HK, thinking that the noise might be some sort of weapon, or possibly another information source, decided to search the forest. As he walked through the trees, he noticed a man standing still in the midst of a clearing. "Mmmmmmmmmmmph!" groaned the man, clearly motioning to the small oil can on a nearby stump. "Observation: A droid, apparently.... seems to be a lesser model than myself," HK vocalized with robotic distaste, "it must need this 'Oil' to function properly." HK retrieved the can, and dumped it over the man's head.
"Oh, thank you, thank you," moaned the man, a hint of pent up sixuality in his voice, "I jutht neeed to be covered in oil, or I'll rutht!" HK stared incredulously at the clearly broken droid. "Statement: Pain is the only means by which truth can be attained. Unless you wish to feel this pain, you had better answer me: How long is this Gold Path?" "Well, aren't you the bothy one," giggled the Tin Man, "howth about we take thith dithcuthion elthwere? Thomwere more.... intimate?" HK continued to stare incredulously at the Tin Man. "Observation: Your programming has clearly been corrupted by this 'Kansas' place. Continuation: Any information from you can't be trusted. Goodbye." HK started to run off; before leaving, however, he vaporized the can of oil, leaving the Tin Man to stay in his paralyzed, living hell.
Fifteen minutes later, HK found himself in an even more dense part of the forest. As he was walking along the path, he heard the patter of paws behind him. Being an expert assassin, HK decided to totally ventilate whomever was following him. He sped up a little bit, un-holstered his Droid's Assassin Rifle, leaped into the air, turned around, did this bad ass backwards roll, and slammed the stock of the gun into his shoulder. Aiming down the sights, he saw a mangy looking animal cowering a few feet away from him.
"Oh, you saw me! I was just trying to be preda-" HK shot the creature in the head. The disruptor shot from the Rifle tore through the beast's skin and meat, exploding the thing's cranium in a shower of bloody gore. The crater began to spray blood, staining the Yellow Brick Road a sickly reddish color.
As he took a moment to admire his work, HK noticed a shadow covered the width of the path. Gazing into the sky, HK saw what appeared to be a flying monkey. The creature swooped down next to HK, and after gorging itself on the headless corpse of the Dead Lion, began to speak to the droid. "OooOOOoOOOk!" shrieked the monkey, slapping its paws against the bloody Path. "Translation: You work for the green meatbag that I'd already killed. Apparently, she is still alive. She wants to see me." The monkey nodded in affirmation, and flew off into the sky. Taking off after the monkey, HK saw a castle in the distance; a few miles to the right of it, he noticed a glowing green city at the end of the Yellow Brick Road. "Observation: I don't have time for this. I'm going to that glowing green city, where the wizard is. Still, I should finish off this green meatbag before I leave."
HK zoomed off towards the green city; as he sped along the road, he spotted another field of flowers. "Observation: This 'Kansas' has far too many flowers." HK landed in the field, and trampled a few more of the pitiful red flowers on his way to the Glowing Green City. As he crashed through the door, he noted that everything was made of emeralds. "Mockery: Oh, yes, let's make everything we have out of precious jewels and metals! Ruby shoes, golden roads, emerald buildings! Why save our wealth to fund an army?" HK's servos grinded as he shook his head in disgust.
Looking off into the distances, HK noticed a large palace-type building that towered over every other structure in the city. "Observation: The wizard must be there. Perhaps he can return me to Coruscant...." A few minutes later, HK had arrived in the chambers of the Wizard of Kansas. Naturally, he'd killed quite a few people on his way there; they didn't want him to see the Wizard for some odd reason. Also, quite naturally, HK didn't use the front door; he went in the back. As he walked along, HK noticed a small, disheveled man eagerly pushing buttons on a console, panting heavily with the sixual fervor of a weird, button-pushing deviant. "Query: Are you the wizard? I need you to open a portal," HK queried, bringing up his Droid's Assassin Rifle to level at the man. "Egad! A mechanical man?!?!?!" shrieked the Wizard, leaping backwards five feet, or maybe four, and smashing his head on a low hanging chandelier, as is wont to happen with wizards sometimes.
HK was now quite pissed off at this land of idiots and fools. "Angered Mockery: Oh my! A mechanical man! I've never seen one of those before; then again, my parents are also slimy Selkath bastards, and I like to drink water from Manaan!" HK proceeded to shoot out both of the Wizard's kneecaps, using his sixy Droid's Assassin Rifle.
"Now, meatbag," HK vocalized, "you will open a portal for me, and I will leave this place. If you don't, I'll have to put you in a world of pain." The Wizard's eyes bulged, and because he was a pathetic weirdo, the Wizard quickly agreed, and pushed some buttons sixually to open another portal. As HK stepped inside the portal, he remembered the green meatbag, who he still had to kill. Popping his head out, HK confronted the Wizard, who was now shaking on the floor, crying, again. "Statement: Meatbag, as soon as I walk through, open another portal in the sky. Make it about 3.8 kilometers, both length and width wise." The Wizard nodded his head, and HK stepped through the portal.
Five seconds later, HK arrived exactly where he had been, probably Coruscant. Reaching a metallic hand up to the side of his head, HK activated his comms, patched himself in to a nearby Star Destroyer's communication array, and began to broadcast to the entire fleet. "Hailing local battle group," vocalized HK, masking his voice to match that of a higher ranking commander, "I'm calling out the order for a Base Delta Zero, repeat Base Delta Zero, through that glowing hole in the sky. Confirm orders for a Base Delta Zero?" The Star Destroyer rapidly pinged HK's comms back; indeed, the order had gone through. As the fleet flew into the portal, HK nodded his head, holstered his Droid's Assassin Rifle, and left to find some more people to kill.
HK-47 booted up, and found himself on a white table. Saws and power cutters were whirring above his head; HK reached out a hand, and snapped the various instruments apart. Standing up, he looked about the room. He wasn't on Coruscant, as he had previous thought; nor was he in 'Kansas.' As he looked around, he spotted a flash of bluish, slimy skin through a nearby window. "Statement: Selkath. Worse than a regular meatbag," HK stated as he scooped up his Droid's Assassin Rifle, which had been lying on the floor near the operating table.
Aiming down the sights, HK-47 fired into the window of the room; the disruption shots quickly blasted out the fragile glass, and the assassin droid dived through the window, rolled across the floor, and rammed his rifle into the Selkath's gaping mouth. "Query: Why am I here? What have you done?" The Selkath, with a mouthful of death, sputtered out its explanation to the angered droid. "So, you were flooding my behavior core with this false programming," HK-47 thought, "you were the one who put me in 'Kansas' huh? And it was all, to use a meatbag term, a dream."
HK-47 killed the Selkath, leaving its head nothing more than gory ribbons, holstered his Droid's Assassin Rifle, and left the watery hell of Manaan to have more interesting adventures elsewhere. Later, a bunch of lame droids tried to be as awesome as HK-47, but they just weren't. Even later, HK-47 might have actually ordered a Base Delta Zero somewhere; lets just say that it could have happened, and probably did. Because HK-47 is just that extreme.

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Post » Sat May 28, 2011 12:18 pm

A small exerpt of a novel I'm currently working on:

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“We all know even a simple villager can fight with the fierce determination of a soldier when his home is threatened,” Erild said in a more urgent tone, “so we cannot assume that this force is encumbered by unwilling conscripts who will flee at the first sight of blood and cause commotion and disorder among the professional ranks.” There were nods of agreement, most of them remembering how zealously their own countrymen fought when Orran warriors had invaded Aldun years ago. Connal was just a boy at the time but he remembered well his father standing defiantly with the men of his village against a marauding band intent on razing it to the ground, shouting as he continually hacked one warrior after another, each kill seeming to add to his fury and strength until his large sword was cutting through them in fluid, sweeping motions they could not block, try as they might. Connal would never forget the sight. His father was not a temperamental or violent man, but he had shown a side of himself that day that would forever shape his son's understanding of war and combat.

Erild nodded as well, a look of concern on his face. “They are concentrated at the Lothesond bridge and are building earthen bulwarks and trenches around their positions," he said. "It seems they plan to hold the bridge against us.”

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Post » Sat May 28, 2011 5:47 pm

Perhaps a villanelle?

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A Tiresome Occurrence

Outside at night in the dancing rain,
changing green, yellow, and red reflections,
I hope your life never gets too plain.

The black leathery rubber is torn, sprained,
and ripped, but you give it your affection
outside at night in the dancing rain.

Trying to keep your words clean, to refrain
from giving your kids an awkward expression,
I hope your life never gets too plain.

Twisting threads, thumbs stinging with pain,
five times around, counterclockwise aggression.
outside at night in the dancing rain.

Wild winds whipping past, you sustain
a kneeling stance pull from the suspension,
I hope your life never gets too plain.

Fastened at last, it passes your inspection,
on your way once more in the same direction.
Outside at night in the dancing rain,
I hope your life never gets too plain.

i am lost as to what he or she is doing... production of something leathery? aside from that "like" button :P :)

A short story I wrote while looking at my old collection of Mega Blocks Dragons.
Enjoy


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Prince Belom Voref raised his shield as a Varangian knight charged him, the Prince bashed the Varangian twice in the head with his shield and then with his sword he stabbed the Varangian in the gut ending his life. He pulled his sword out just in time as another Varangian charged him; the Prince dodged the Varangian’s every blow until the Prince was close enough to cut the Varangian’s head off.
The Prince held up his sword and yelled “For Centuria”. The Centurion warriors around him charged with renewed vigor into the Varangian line. But the Centurions were hopelessly outnumbered and soon they were surrounded, they prayed for a merciful death as the Varangians closed in on them.
But just as the Varangians held up their weapons there was a huge roar from above, everybody looked up. As high above them a huge Sky dragon dived down into the Varangian ranks killing all in its path. Prince Belom and his warriors took this to their advantage, they charged into the Varangians taking them off guard and killing them. The dragon opened its maw releasing its inferno upon the Varangians, their mighty armour serving no protection burning them alive.
But the Varangians came prepared, they had with them twelve ballista’s. The ballista’s locked on to the dragon and fired three harpoons, two of them missed their mark and landed into the Varangian lines killing men as the harpoons impaled them. But the third harpoon found its mark, the Sky dragon roared in pain as the harpoon went deeper into its chest. It crashed into the Varangians, many of whom getting killed.
Prince Belom was frozen in place as the dragon died, although the Centurions fought with their lives the Varangians were to much and overwhelmed them.

battle is interesting to read about. grammar mistake throw you off even it only slightly, and some times a different way to word a specific section may be a good idea, to avoid using Prince again and again. Like here:

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Prince Belom Voref raised his shield as a Varangian knight charged him, the Prince bashed the Varangian twice in the head with his shield and then with his sword he stabbed the Varangian in the gut ending his life.

in the first part of the sentence it is already established who is doing the action, so in the second part of the sentence you don't really have to nor need to state it again and can just skip that altogether, going right away into the continuation of the action that he is doing. Moreover, the more you progress, adding more details, and the mover descriptive descriptive the better, your story could open up a picture really well, paint a bigger and brighter and more colorful picture. this would happen even if your added details are little or small. like this:
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As the fight continued and a Varangian knight charged him, Prince Belom Voref raised his shield, dodged the incoming strike, then with his still raised shield bashed the Varangian twice in the head with his shield, and with lightning quick reflexes, cold steel of his sword planted into Varangian's gut, ended Varangian's life.


also, here if is it is established that they these are, say, orc type of species, and are living creatures despised by their enemies, you can say "something like "then bashed the ork with the shield twice... ending the orc's worthless life."


In general, good, though the typical swoop in for the rescue scenario would have been a major(in my opinion major) downside for the story had you not killed the dragon off in the end and made the Prince fail still. :)




It might look odd, cause I just copy/pasted it from AbiWord, but anyways... This is a story about HK-47 killing everyone in The Wizard of Oz. Oh, and it is really long.


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A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, "lived" a droid with the designation HK-47, or HK for short. Now, HK was a droid of many talents; he could translate any language (even Tusken), and loved to kill people in gruesome ways. Also, he had a bad ass orangey-red finish.
One day, HK was wandering about some planet, probably Coruscant, killing politicians, as assassin droids are apt to do. For some reason, HK's optics were malfunctioning, so everything was black and white, rather than the red he normally saw. Naturally, this angered HK, so there he was, picking off targets at 120 kilometers away, using his Aratech sniper rifle with a damn fine tri-light scope. Suddenly, a small portal appeared in front of him; the droid decided to play it safe, and threw a handful of thermal detonators into the magical warp hole. Instead of actually destroying the portal, the detonators seemed to expand the glowing orifice, and the portal quickly consumed the now pissed off droid.
Five days later, HK booted up to find himself in the midst of a colourful field; fifteen meters away, there was a rickety looking house, with a pair of legs sticking out from where the foundation would have been, had the house not been lying in the middle of a brightly coloured field of flowers. "Statement: I am not on Coruscant anymore," vocalized HK-47, "Observation: Perhaps this house can offer some clues as to where I have been disposed." As mentioned before, HK wasn't a stupid droid; as such, he removed two Mando Heavy Blasters from his thigh plating. Leveling the weapons, HK strode across the field, purposefully crushing the erect flowers beneath his metallic heels. Within a few seconds, HK had arrived at the dilapidated house, and smashed down the shoddily built door. As he did an awesome move consisting of a dive, roll, kneel, and aim your guns, HK noticed a lump on the bed. "Investigation: There appears to be a life form asleep on the bed. Statement: Perhaps this meatbag can tell me where I am."
HK holstered one of his Mando'a Heavy Blasters, and pointed the other at the top of the lump on the bed. The droid glided over to the bed, and pulled back the covers. "Observation: This meatbag is a female," HK began to vocalize, "Query: Female Meatbag, where am I?" As HK vocalized aloud, the female awoke with a start. She quickly began shrieking, as a country bumpkin like her had never seen something as freaking extreme as HK-47 before. Naturally, HK didn't want her wailing to alert any nearby enemies, so he quickly blaster-whipped her across the face. "Commentary: If you continue vocalizing so loudly, I will have to end your pitiful meatbag life," HK commented to the female, "Query: Where am I?" The female, now bruised awfully across her face, decided that in order to protect her "pitiful meatbag life," she would have to answer this odd metal man.
"Well, we're in Kansas, silly," she sniffled, "why, where'd you think we are?" HK pondered this for a brief moment; approximately a tenth of a second to a regular human. In all respects, the droid could have pondered much more quickly; he had considered killing the female in various ways for seventy five percent of that thought process. "Statement: Kansas? I've never heard of 'Kansas,'" HK leveled his Mando Heavy Blaster at the meatbag again, "Observation: There was a corpse lying under your house. Who is she?" The female meatbag looked as if she was about to shriek again; before she could, however, a small animal scampered into the room, and began to bark at HK very loudly.
Now, HK had asked the girl to be quiet; this animal was doing the exact opposite of that. "Statement: See you in hell, little furry meatbag." HK-47 punted the animal across the room; as the dog sailed lazily through the air, like a drunken butterfly, HK raised his Mando Heavy Blaster, and vaporized the canine before it hit the opposite wall.
The dog's ashes puffed against the wall just as the girl began to scream again. "Toto! No, not my little Toto," moaned the girl, "you monster, you killed him!" HK turned about, baffled at the girl's reaction. "This 'Toto' was making noise. He should have been quiet. Someone may be alerted to our presence," HK vocalized, "Observation: It would be easier to fight without you. Goodbye, meatbag. Perhaps you can join 'Toto' in hell." HK proceeded to vaporize the girl in the face, then left the down-trodden, corpse-ridden shack in search of some answers, or at least higher ground (better for shooting your enemies).
As he was walking out, HK's left foot brushed up against the crushed corpse; the droid decided to pause and see if he could find anything out from the corpse. "Observation: It appears that this meatbag was flattened by the house. This one appears to have shoes made out of ruby on her feet," HK noticed, "Observation: I can use her shoes to fix my broken optics." HK tried to pry the ruby shoes off of the rotting corpse's foot; sadly, they were firmly attached, almost as if someone had nailed them to the bone using railroad spikes. Naturally, HK wasn't having any of this [censored]; he set his Mando Heavy Blaster to the "Killpocalypse" setting, and evaporated the cadaver's legs, leaving the shoes unharmed.
The droid lifted the shoes off of the ground, and ejected a hand-span vibroblade from the sheath on his arm. HK quickly cut out optic-sized pieces from the shoes, and removed his currently faulty optic glass for the fresh ruby pieces. The droid soon regretted his action, however. "Observation: Why is this 'Kansas' so bright? It is like I am on Tatooine all over again," vocalized the droid loudly, "Pained Expression: Gaaaah!" The droid rapidly turned down the "Brightness" setting on his sensors, and soon became accustomed to the glow that essentially everything put off.
Looking down, HK noticed a path, covered in gold, for some odd reason. "Mockery: Gold? What sort of idiot covers his roads in gold? When you can use gold to buy weapons?" HK was baffled at the dumb-assery of this "Kansas" place. Suddenly, HK noticed a town had sprung up less than sixteen feet from the entrance of the dilapidated house. The droid, wary that the village's residents might have heard him, holstered his Mando Heavy Blasters, and pulled out his ACP/Array Scatter Gun (custom made by the Trandoshans) as he began to head into town.
Entering the crap-village, HK saw another female meatbag standing about in the center of town. The woman wore a pink dress, had a tiara, and carried some sort of scepter with her. "Hello, Good Sir," called out the woman, "why, you have the ruby slippers! That must mean that one of those evil witches is dead!" At her exclamation, a large group of miniscule people poured out of the various hovels that surrounded the town. They began to sing, praising HK as a hero to them all; some threw themselves upon the droid, begging to carry the hero's child, while others offered him foods and beverages as thanks. It appears that these meatbags are trying to get something from me, thought the droid, I'll have to kill them before they can try anything funny.
The droid raised his ACP/Array Scatter Gun, and pumped the slide on it, racking a shell into its chamber. In the .000000002 seconds it had taken the droid to do that, however, another person had magically appeared in the town square. Unlike the first woman, this one wore a ratty black dress, and had ugly green skin. The tiny people, meanwhile, had fled to the safety of their homes. "You! You have killed my sister, you dirty son of a [censored]! I'll get you good!" The green woman continued to rant; HK, having none of this garbage, decided to shoot the woman in the stomach area. The charged particles of the Scatter Gun's shell slammed into the green [censored]; she crumpled to the ground, and disappeared in a puff of smoke. "What have you done?" exclaimed Good Witch, "what was that?" HK ejected the shell from the ACP's chamber, and racked another into its place. Shouldering the Scatter Gun, HK turned to address the woman in pink. "I shot her."
"You 'shot' her?" "Affirmation: You are correct. Mockery: You are also less intelligent than a Gungan. I am leaving." HK started to leave the town; as he walked out, he remembered to take care of the little people before they could cause him any trouble. The orangey-red droid (now covered in the Evil Witch's blood) raised his left arm, activated the Thermal Detonator Grenade Launcher that was slung under it, and lobbed the explosives into seven of the town's key tactical structures. As he ran down the path, probably in search of another portal (but mostly to find more people to kill), HK heard the deafening blasts of the detonators, followed by the screams of hundreds of tiny, now-on-fire or impaled-by-shrapnel, meatbags wail through the night.
A few hours later, HK came upon a crossroads, surrounded by miles of what should have been cornfields. Strangely, the cornfields were covered in nothing but dirt, and what appeared to be straw. As he ran past, HK heard a voice calling out. "Heeeeeeeeeeeelp! The crows! They are everywhere!" HK put on the metaphorical brakes, and halted directly in front of a man, tied to a post. "Greeting: Hello, meatbag," HK greeted, "Query: Where can I find a portal?" The man looked at HK for a second before replying. "Gee, you sure look funny. How's about you help me down, buster?" HK gave the man a piercing gaze. "Answer: Negative. I will now kill you." The man looked shocked, at least as shocked as a straw man could muster. "Now wait just a minute here-" HK leaped the fence "wait a second, buddy-" HK's feet clanked as they landed upon the ground, and began to run towards the straw man's post "I was just foolin' around-" HK closed the distance between the two, and pressed his ACP/Array Scatter Gun against the idiot's head "I CAN TELL YOU WHERE TO FIND A PORTAL PLEASE DON'T KILL ME PLEASE!" HK's finger slowly moved away from the activation trigger of the Scatter Gun. "Query: Where is the portal, strawbag?"
The straw-man, having somehow urinated his pants, quickly began to reply. "Well, if you let me down from this post-" HK's finger returned to the activation trigger "Alright, alright, I'll tell you. Down the Yellow Brick Road, there's a city. Glowin' bright green, you can't miss it. Inside of the city is a man. He's a wizard... he might have a portal, back to wherever you came from." HK lowered his ACP/Array Scatter Gun, and magnetically attached it next to his Aratech sniper rifle, on his backplate. "Mockery: Oh, I'll wet myself, then try to bargain with my killer! Oh, I'll tell him about the magical wizard without negotiating at all!" HK ran a command to activate his ZX Miniature Flame Projector, located inside of his right forearm. The droid aimed the fire-thrower at the base of the post, and the weapon sprayed a wonderful, burning stream of death at the wooden post.
Leaving the flaming strawbag to his hellish demise, HK returned to the Golden Path, and started clanking down it again. Five miles later, HK found another crossroads; this one was surrounded by forests, instead of cornless cornfields and burning strawmen. An annoying "Mmmmmmmmph!" noise seemed to emanate from the left of the path. HK, thinking that the noise might be some sort of weapon, or possibly another information source, decided to search the forest. As he walked through the trees, he noticed a man standing still in the midst of a clearing. "Mmmmmmmmmmmph!" groaned the man, clearly motioning to the small oil can on a nearby stump. "Observation: A droid, apparently.... seems to be a lesser model than myself," HK vocalized with robotic distaste, "it must need this 'Oil' to function properly." HK retrieved the can, and dumped it over the man's head.
"Oh, thank you, thank you," moaned the man, a hint of pent up sixuality in his voice, "I jutht neeed to be covered in oil, or I'll rutht!" HK stared incredulously at the clearly broken droid. "Statement: Pain is the only means by which truth can be attained. Unless you wish to feel this pain, you had better answer me: How long is this Gold Path?" "Well, aren't you the bothy one," giggled the Tin Man, "howth about we take thith dithcuthion elthwere? Thomwere more.... intimate?" HK continued to stare incredulously at the Tin Man. "Observation: Your programming has clearly been corrupted by this 'Kansas' place. Continuation: Any information from you can't be trusted. Goodbye." HK started to run off; before leaving, however, he vaporized the can of oil, leaving the Tin Man to stay in his paralyzed, living hell.
Fifteen minutes later, HK found himself in an even more dense part of the forest. As he was walking along the path, he heard the patter of paws behind him. Being an expert assassin, HK decided to totally ventilate whomever was following him. He sped up a little bit, un-holstered his Droid's Assassin Rifle, leaped into the air, turned around, did this bad ass backwards roll, and slammed the stock of the gun into his shoulder. Aiming down the sights, he saw a mangy looking animal cowering a few feet away from him.
"Oh, you saw me! I was just trying to be preda-" HK shot the creature in the head. The disruptor shot from the Rifle tore through the beast's skin and meat, exploding the thing's cranium in a shower of bloody gore. The crater began to spray blood, staining the Yellow Brick Road a sickly reddish color.
As he took a moment to admire his work, HK noticed a shadow covered the width of the path. Gazing into the sky, HK saw what appeared to be a flying monkey. The creature swooped down next to HK, and after gorging itself on the headless corpse of the Dead Lion, began to speak to the droid. "OooOOOoOOOk!" shrieked the monkey, slapping its paws against the bloody Path. "Translation: You work for the green meatbag that I'd already killed. Apparently, she is still alive. She wants to see me." The monkey nodded in affirmation, and flew off into the sky. Taking off after the monkey, HK saw a castle in the distance; a few miles to the right of it, he noticed a glowing green city at the end of the Yellow Brick Road. "Observation: I don't have time for this. I'm going to that glowing green city, where the wizard is. Still, I should finish off this green meatbag before I leave."
HK zoomed off towards the green city; as he sped along the road, he spotted another field of flowers. "Observation: This 'Kansas' has far too many flowers." HK landed in the field, and trampled a few more of the pitiful red flowers on his way to the Glowing Green City. As he crashed through the door, he noted that everything was made of emeralds. "Mockery: Oh, yes, let's make everything we have out of precious jewels and metals! Ruby shoes, golden roads, emerald buildings! Why save our wealth to fund an army?" HK's servos grinded as he shook his head in disgust.
Looking off into the distances, HK noticed a large palace-type building that towered over every other structure in the city. "Observation: The wizard must be there. Perhaps he can return me to Coruscant...." A few minutes later, HK had arrived in the chambers of the Wizard of Kansas. Naturally, he'd killed quite a few people on his way there; they didn't want him to see the Wizard for some odd reason. Also, quite naturally, HK didn't use the front door; he went in the back. As he walked along, HK noticed a small, disheveled man eagerly pushing buttons on a console, panting heavily with the sixual fervor of a weird, button-pushing deviant. "Query: Are you the wizard? I need you to open a portal," HK queried, bringing up his Droid's Assassin Rifle to level at the man. "Egad! A mechanical man?!?!?!" shrieked the Wizard, leaping backwards five feet, or maybe four, and smashing his head on a low hanging chandelier, as is wont to happen with wizards sometimes.
HK was now quite pissed off at this land of idiots and fools. "Angered Mockery: Oh my! A mechanical man! I've never seen one of those before; then again, my parents are also slimy Selkath bastards, and I like to drink water from Manaan!" HK proceeded to shoot out both of the Wizard's kneecaps, using his sixy Droid's Assassin Rifle.
"Now, meatbag," HK vocalized, "you will open a portal for me, and I will leave this place. If you don't, I'll have to put you in a world of pain." The Wizard's eyes bulged, and because he was a pathetic weirdo, the Wizard quickly agreed, and pushed some buttons sixually to open another portal. As HK stepped inside the portal, he remembered the green meatbag, who he still had to kill. Popping his head out, HK confronted the Wizard, who was now shaking on the floor, crying, again. "Statement: Meatbag, as soon as I walk through, open another portal in the sky. Make it about 3.8 kilometers, both length and width wise." The Wizard nodded his head, and HK stepped through the portal.
Five seconds later, HK arrived exactly where he had been, probably Coruscant. Reaching a metallic hand up to the side of his head, HK activated his comms, patched himself in to a nearby Star Destroyer's communication array, and began to broadcast to the entire fleet. "Hailing local battle group," vocalized HK, masking his voice to match that of a higher ranking commander, "I'm calling out the order for a Base Delta Zero, repeat Base Delta Zero, through that glowing hole in the sky. Confirm orders for a Base Delta Zero?" The Star Destroyer rapidly pinged HK's comms back; indeed, the order had gone through. As the fleet flew into the portal, HK nodded his head, holstered his Droid's Assassin Rifle, and left to find some more people to kill.
HK-47 booted up, and found himself on a white table. Saws and power cutters were whirring above his head; HK reached out a hand, and snapped the various instruments apart. Standing up, he looked about the room. He wasn't on Coruscant, as he had previous thought; nor was he in 'Kansas.' As he looked around, he spotted a flash of bluish, slimy skin through a nearby window. "Statement: Selkath. Worse than a regular meatbag," HK stated as he scooped up his Droid's Assassin Rifle, which had been lying on the floor near the operating table.
Aiming down the sights, HK-47 fired into the window of the room; the disruption shots quickly blasted out the fragile glass, and the assassin droid dived through the window, rolled across the floor, and rammed his rifle into the Selkath's gaping mouth. "Query: Why am I here? What have you done?" The Selkath, with a mouthful of death, sputtered out its explanation to the angered droid. "So, you were flooding my behavior core with this false programming," HK-47 thought, "you were the one who put me in 'Kansas' huh? And it was all, to use a meatbag term, a dream."
HK-47 killed the Selkath, leaving its head nothing more than gory ribbons, holstered his Droid's Assassin Rifle, and left the watery hell of Manaan to have more interesting adventures elsewhere. Later, a bunch of lame droids tried to be as awesome as HK-47, but they just weren't. Even later, HK-47 might have actually ordered a Base Delta Zero somewhere; lets just say that it could have happened, and probably did. Because HK-47 is just that extreme.

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I think your story should be called “I am dreaming of Killpocalypse”. If not for any other reason(s) then for the fact(s) that: it was a droid’s “dream”; Killpocalypse is a witty word combo(minus the fact that the original greek work that we get apocalypse from simply means “removing of the veil from the view” or “unveiling”, and not “end of the world” as the meaning of it is today); the story is store house of puns most funny; the fact that the supposed main character is dead so quickly, HK taking the number one spot. Descriptive language and the clever humor, pun overload, shows a fair deal of knowledge of both world and makes smart pulling of element of both worlds together, and using them in a fitting matter(bright world here, Tattooin is the equivalent in his world), it is funny--all these make the story that much better writing for you and for us, that much better reading.

Though for all the praise, I can’t say I agree with the stuff like the straw man wetting himself, sixually pent up wizard sixily pushing buttons, and sixually obsessed tin man, HK using his “sixy Droid's Assassin Rifle” —all that could have been avoided, too much six, unless the point you want to illustrate and or benefit from is that six sells(objectively speaking, it will sell your story, or maybe even be one of the only, or if not the only, thing(s) that sell your story, even if only one or two people). Should have killed the tin man, too, I think; he is a pervert, and since all the other character were being killed off, why he gets to live? And the lion and the Selkath, aw, poor kitty, poor fish people, I like them in the game and I I like lions, I wish lion and Selkath did not had to die. :stare: <_< :down: :sad: -_-

"Mockery: Gold? What sort of idiot covers his roads in gold? When you can use gold to buy weapons?" eh, this second question mark seems out of place… or is it supposed to be there?

"Oh, you saw me! I was just trying to be preda-" unfinished line to indicate sudden death… classic, but still nice.

“Gazing into the sky, HK saw what appeared to be a flying monkey.” Are there monkeys in Star Wars? If not, I think maybe “a brownish, somewhat furry animal with annoying shrieking, a tail, wings, and four other extremities”?

"Mockery: Oh, yes, let's make everything we have out of precious jewels and metals! Ruby shoes, golden roads, emerald buildings! Why save our wealth to fund an army?" HK's servos grinded as he shook his head in disgust.”
And he is using an emerald for his temporary solution to broken “eyes”. Hm. Well, all that right there is just gold. And yes, pun is intended.



A small exerpt of a novel I'm currently working on:

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“We all know even a simple villager can fight with the fierce determination of a soldier when his home is threatened,” Erild said in a more urgent tone, “so we cannot assume that this force is encumbered by unwilling conscripts who will flee at the first sight of blood and cause commotion and disorder among the professional ranks.” There were nods of agreement, most of them remembering how zealously their own countrymen fought when Orran warriors had invaded Aldun years ago. Connal was just a boy at the time but he remembered well his father standing defiantly with the men of his village against a marauding band intent on razing it to the ground, shouting as he continually hacked one warrior after another, each kill seeming to add to his fury and strength until his large sword was cutting through them in fluid, sweeping motions they could not block, try as they might. Connal would never forget the sight. His father was not a temperamental or violent man, but he had shown a side of himself that day that would forever shape his son's understanding of war and combat.

Erild nodded as well, a look of concern on his face. “They are concentrated at the Lothesond bridge and are building earthen bulwarks and trenches around their positions," he said. "It seems they plan to hold the bridge against us.”


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A missing coma after “time”: “Connal was just a boy at the time but he remembered well his father standing defiantly with the men of his village against a marauding band intent on razing it to the ground, shouting as he continually hacked one warrior after another, each kill seeming to add to his fury and strength until his large sword was cutting through them in fluid, sweeping motions they could not block, try as they might.”

Aside from that, well done. :)


Also, i hear the expression "raze it to the ground" but i thought it was "raise it to the ground"... learned something new. go vocabulary expansion :P (bulwarks and conscripts were new to me words).
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Post » Sat May 28, 2011 3:54 pm

This is something I wrote about a friend yesterday,

S.T.V



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She was the color of the TV.

A creation beautifully obscene.



She was a thing feared by the FCC.

Something that went beyond you and me.



All the mothers raged and cried.

They blamed her when there children decided to die.



All she asked was for them to not say she was insane.

All she wanted was for someone to take away the pain.



Instead they locked her away, and put her in chains.

And they told her, "You have only yourself to blame."



Alone she was left, to hide and cry.

Alone she was left, to wither and die.









She crawled around, looking for a sign.

Anything that could bring a warmth to her.

Violent thoughts crossed her mind.

Echoes of anger bellowing in the sky.



Hell itself began to form in her cell.

Evil thoughts from a person that had meant well.

Red grew the flow; slowly her pale body fell.



Pain began to leave the young thing.

Lies that had imprisoned her, began to sink.

Everyone was shocked, pretending to care.

Apocalypse descending upon them, from her blood stained hair.

Sorrow was all that her life had been. Why should death be no different.

Eternally was how long her pain would be.



!My poor little darling. The color of the TV. Shades of Gray, that people only wanted to distinguish black and white.

Without you, this world has no more good things.

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Post » Sun May 29, 2011 12:22 am

This is something I wrote about a friend yesterday,

S.T.V



Spoiler
She was the color of the TV.

A creation beautifully obscene.



She was a thing feared by the FCC.

Something that went beyond you and me.



All the mothers raged and cried.

They blamed her when there children decided to die.



All she asked was for them to not say she was insane.

All she wanted was for someone to take away the pain.



Instead they locked her away, and put her in chains.

And they told her, "You have only yourself to blame."



Alone she was left, to hide and cry.

Alone she was left, to wither and die.









She crawled around, looking for a sign.

Anything that could bring a warmth to her.

Violent thoughts crossed her mind.

Echoes of anger bellowing in the sky.



Hell itself began to form in her cell.

Evil thoughts from a person that had meant well.

Red grew the flow; slowly her pale body fell.



Pain began to leave the young thing.

Lies that had imprisoned her, began to sink.

Everyone was shocked, pretending to care.

Apocalypse descending upon them, from her blood stained hair.

Sorrow was all that her life had been. Why should death be no different.

Eternally was how long her pain would be.



!My poor little darling. The color of the TV. Shades of Gray, that people only wanted to distinguish black and white.

Without you, this world has no more good things.

did she kill herself? the poem itself... if it speaks from one to another, it is always good. if it spoke to no one else, then at least to me(maybe because of my own painful recent times...).
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