-our secret word- by forestmeetwildfire
that tells a thousand
stories - a collection
of are you there and
how are you, please
explain, I understand -
I'm dreaming of your
laugh while our word
continues to show
what goes unsaid,
what are you trying
to say? I'm biting my tongue
and yes, I'm still here
but my head hurts
too much from the effort of
not thinking of you
the sun will stop shining soonI wait for your knees,the sun will stop shining soon by forestmeetwildfire
your eyelids, the valleys
between your knuckles,
you are a crazy sort of
beauty, a strange little
smile hiding between
your lips (kiss me
to sleep before the
night is gone)
up in the airyour shadow has detached itselfup in the air by forestmeetwildfire
and climbed into me
but i still look for you over sharp shoulders
and around corners, between
pairs of eyes that linger too long
and in the curve of anonymous hands,
you seem to follow me everywhere
without being there at all
(and i'm just holding out for the sun)
absolvedi am steadily making my wayabsolved by forestmeetwildfire
through everything you left
now i think
maybe i can finally
let you go
we've already said our goodbyesfoolishly lookingwe've already said our goodbyes by forestmeetwildfire
for traces of me
in every possible
corner of you
spring awakeningeyelids a pleasantspring awakening by forestmeetwildfire
yellow, listen to the birds
come back to life
|DD; April 5th, 2013|
Plot A Scene WorkshopAs we strive to make WritersInk better for all our members, we've decided it's about time we started running some regular workshops to not only get YOU involved, but also to help you grow as writers. With CampNaNo slowly creeping up on us in July, we've decided to kick things off, we're going to keep it simple with a plotting workshop to get your ready to sit down and write without worrying.Plot A Scene Workshop by GrimFace242
Now, if any of you have followed my insanity, you may have seen my plotting journal. If that doesn't prove that I'm nutters, I don't know what will convince you, BUT scene plotting is a simple way to keep your plot moving while also keeping a record somewhere other than you head. I personally plot every scene I'm going to write on paper (even have a sheet for my longer works!). It helps to keep me focused when I start writing. Instead of just running with an idea, I have a solid structure to wor
Big Day! (Marriage/Birthday/Feature)I'm sure you guys may be gettin' tired of birthday features but today, two of my good friends are a year older today. So I want to wish forestmeetwildfire and TAClT-RONlN very, very happy birthdays.Big Day! (Marriage/Birthday/Feature) by chromeantennae
First off, forestmeetwildfire. Julia is a really good friend of mine and a truly amazing poet. She's such an inspiration and I know those of you who don't know of her yet will love her poetry when you read her incredible works:
Secondly, TAClT-RONlN is one of my great friends as well and her art is so different, it's always so interesting to see. And Fins can always make me smile and laugh my head off, as well. She's just awesomeness:
Hanji by TAClT-RONlNThe Biggest Cutie This Side of Wall Rose (Erwhen) by TAClT-RONlNHeck Boy, Ain't It Grand? by TAClT-RONlN
#ffffffthe sky mourns and cries for the month lost,#ffffff by AyeAye12
digging into its last moments
with biting windClaws.
30 steps later,
it is still a
expanding into blank,
in white noise of the sky
forever reaching into
ears of Gaia.
but now the blossom is blushPale as lipstick,
and the journeying sun.
NaPo V. HallowedHeaven-like, stirring upNaPo V. Hallowed by LaBruyere
Hope for the poor ones
Hollowed out in their bones.
Hear now the whispers
Hushed in their compact silence
Hungry to know the truth of it but
Held tightly after all.
Beatena pulley like that never comes backBeaten by YogaTeacher
down from rapunzel's tower
ignorance is learned, in all irony
wisdom, for them, stems from a hollow place
but thin limbs can't hold their weight
out from grime, and splintered furniture
starving dogs, and creaking world
shimmering into conscious view
captured midnight on a runaway highway
bit down on wolfhound freedom
and with it, her tongue
laws, taking up the catalysing girl
protectors, cleaning up acid memories
a hypochondriac coughing out injustices
shrieking for daughters moulded out of sin
needing her back, to etch mind markings
impossibility of ever making good
a sharp kind of love
twisting now from unease,
to snaking devil's hope
a place for her to live, without
ideas of life thrust to her sleeping soul
|my sweet old etcetera|
aunt lucy during the recent
war could and what
is more did tell you just
what everybody was fighting
isabel created hundreds
hundreds) of socks not to
mention shirts fleaproof earwarmers
etcetera wristers etcetera, my
mother hoped that
i would die etcetera
bravely of course my father used
to become hoarse talking about how it was
a privilege and if only he
could meanwhile my
self etcetera lay quietly
in the deep mud et
eyes knees and of your Etcetera)
Colourful LanguageThey talk blue. You see red.
Three Billy Goats GruffGoats outwit a troll.
Fan Fiction for the UnconvincedThis is an attempt at an informal essay on fan fiction, by a middle-aged woman who reads and enjoys fan fiction. It won’t really be a balanced argument—I will be concentrating more on what I see as the positive aspects of the genre. I’ll be using mainly examples from the Sherlock fandom, that being the fandom I’m most familiar with. (There will be some spoilers, especially for series 3, so if you haven’t seen the series yet and you intend to, it might be wise to give this essay a miss.)
Why do I read fan fiction? The basic reason is exactly the same reason I read anything—some of it is of astounding quality. I think fan fiction is often saddled with the image of being written solely by beginners and being uniformly terrible. But it’s like any other kind of fiction. You have beginners, you have the competent, you have the talented and experienced. The very best fan fiction writers write at a professional standard; the very best sto
FluffThe Diary of His Supreme and Condescending Majesty, King Stalwart Prettipaws, the One and Only
The housemaid has just given birth to a second child. It really is too much. So much noise. So much commotion. The footman appears to have forgotten I exist. I had to give the order twice this morning before I was fed.
However. I am the King - I must be gracious about the situation. They may be just servants but it is their home too. It would be cruel of me to expect them to leave at this stressful time. Perhaps I will go and stay in another palace for a while. My kingdom is certainly large enough for me to be able to find something to my liking.
Of course, there have been all those skirmishes with local pretenders to my throne recently. But I think the situation is now in paw. (No-one can yell and fluff themself up like I can.) It has undeniably been stressful though. And now with the staff reproducing… All in all it might be a good idea to get away for
Musical ChairsThree women.
The Lonely Monster
Passers by would always make a second glance at him.
Roy liked to think it was his pet crow, Timmy, catching their attention. But he knew better. Sure, his black hair and brown eyes were of the common kind but his presence cannot be ignored.
Roy’s father was a hunter so he grew up shooting down and slaughtering wild animals. When his father died, Roy was able to live in peace through fishing. Although a new man, those years of hunting appeared on his body built.
The thought made him smirk while he looked out at the scene in front of him.
The narrow streets were busy and filled with townsfolk. There were lots of bugs, which was fortunate for Timmy, who constantly pecked the air for his morning snack.
His eyes would squint against the dusty and sunny view of it all.
Just another day.
Once Upon A Prophecy (FINISHED)
Chapter One: The Two Lovers
The Hunters were out once more, devotedly traveling every inch of landscape full of green and various animals under Lady Artemis's commands and their loyalty to her sacred name. The Goddess did not join them in this particular venture, which was uncomfortably odd, considering all was in peace after Percy Jackson has recently ended the war.
As far as each Huntress knew, Gods and Goddesses only neglect their duties out of laziness, which is never in Lady Artemis's case, or when the balance of nature is threatened, and thus, merely guessing the appropriate reason could either be a half and half chance to be bad or worst, hence, it is done respectively.
The girls were obviously having the same dilemma with each of them in deep relationship and special fondness for their Lady. But as skilled and blessed Huntresses, they were aware of everything, still. From the creeping paw steps against the ground to the tiny critters crawling about.
StrengthMy grandfather was the strongest man I ever met. If you’ve ever seen someone on TV perform some superhuman feat of strength and thought that it wasn’t real, you’ve never met my grandfather. I have seen him rip a telephone book in half. He reached his full height of 6”4’ at the age of fourteen, and by the age of fifteen he had left school to work in the metal works. No one thought twice about it, because he was more than capable of the work and looked older than he was.
I am not strong. My joints frequently hurt, although I do not think I can convey to you how much of an understatement the word ‘hurt’ is in this situation. Most people didn’t understand why I didn’t run as long or as fast as the other children, or take delight in the frequent football scrimmages that almost all the boys I knew took such delight in. when I told them “I can’t, my legs ache,” they just told me to be strong.
My grandfather didn’t.
A Mathematical Proof Of HopeA prime number is a number divisible only by itself and one. For example, the number five can only be divided by five or by one. If you divide it by any other number, you won't get an integer (a whole number).
Needless to say, not every number is a prime number. Most of them aren't.
However, there are an infinite amount of them. There are an infinite amount of numbers, and because prime numbers are a subset of ordinary numbers there are just as many of them.
Think about that, for a moment. There are less prime numbers than ordinary numbers, and yet both of them are infinite. A paradox. By its very definition, infinity cannot vary in size, so there cannot be a bigger infinity or a smaller infinity. Numbers are both infinite and containing infinity. And yet this is the case.
There are, however, a finite quantity of people. A little over seven billion, at the moment.
Except that, in a sense, there are considerably more people than that. Perhaps not an infinite supply, but close enough tha
SchizophreniaHolding on to a thought has always been... difficult for me. They're so rarely interesting enough to hold my attention for more than a few seconds. Quite often, I'll tune out what someone is saying because something they said sparks a thought which leads to another thought which leads to another thought...
No, I don't get distracted by shiny objects. I'm a human, not a magpie.
I never really cared that I wasn't listening to what people were saying. My thoughts, as cascading as they are, were always more interesting than they were. Eventually, I did away with people entirely, living in my own stream of consciousness. Even now, it is difficult to continue mustering the willpower to finish this, instead of rushing off to read a Virginia Woolf novel.
Then, after I'd isolated myself from all those boring people and their slow, mundane thoughts, I became aware of a shift in my own though processes. I noticed that, when having a thought, I'd finish thinking the end of the thought before I'd a