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Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
« Reply #30 on: August 22, 2010, 03:38:13 AM »

yeah,  its pretty good. maybe not as good as like, alphred lord tennyson or whatever, but its very... real.
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Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
« Reply #31 on: August 22, 2010, 09:55:30 AM »

I really liked it Mara-la :)



Panic forming in my mind
Losing sense of space and time
Choking on my words
The room begins to shake and swirl
Mouth going dry
Feels like I'm gonna die
My throat burns and I can't speak
I know I just need to breathe



dude, that would make a really good song.
lol, thanks, I do write lyrics sometimes :D
And I actually wrote it after choking on a speech in my speech class :-[
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Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
« Reply #32 on: August 22, 2010, 11:43:23 AM »

awesome possum. my band has been trying to write some stuff, but so far only to good original songs have formed. all the others suck... or make like no sense. actually not many of our songs do. like here is the lyrics to one of our main ones, which i wrote:

How Do You Know

How do you know when the cat is to fat
How do you know when the pancake isn’t flat
How do you know to say goodbye to floor mat
How do you know when she’s got a funky hat
CHORUS
Na na na king tut, king tut, king tuh-uh-ut

How do you know when there isn’t any doors
How do you know when there is a small floor
How do you know to take away any more
How do you know to find the mythic folklore

CHORUS

How do you know when the dog is in the fog
How do you know about the big fat log
How do you know when to go and jog
How do you know when the kite was on the hog

CHORUS

yeah, we need some serios help. and not just in the songwriting department. do you have any advice on composing? we play rock if that helps.
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Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
« Reply #33 on: August 23, 2010, 03:40:33 AM »

That is one of the randomest songs I have ever seen
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Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
« Reply #34 on: August 23, 2010, 06:22:18 AM »

Listen to the Beatle's "I Am the Walrus" That's king of random songs. Methinks they were on LSD.
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Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
« Reply #35 on: August 23, 2010, 08:13:04 AM »

awesome possum. my band has been trying to write some stuff, but so far only to good original songs have formed. all the others suck... or make like no sense. actually not many of our songs do. like here is the lyrics to one of our main ones, which i wrote:

How Do You Know

How do you know when the cat is to fat
How do you know when the pancake isn’t flat
How do you know to say goodbye to floor mat
How do you know when she’s got a funky hat
CHORUS
Na na na king tut, king tut, king tuh-uh-ut

How do you know when there isn’t any doors
How do you know when there is a small floor
How do you know to take away any more
How do you know to find the mythic folklore

CHORUS

How do you know when the dog is in the fog
How do you know about the big fat log
How do you know when to go and jog
How do you know when the kite was on the hog

CHORUS

yeah, we need some serios help. and not just in the songwriting department. do you have any advice on composing? we play rock if that helps.

lmao, that's really random :D
Usually I come up with a beat or melody in my head then find words that fit. I write what I'm thinking or feeling, sometimes it just comes to me.
Though I've written some random stuff that didn't make as much sense when I was awake late at night or when I'm really bored
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Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
« Reply #36 on: August 23, 2010, 08:18:50 AM »

here is something SO random:

I’m a dog. Woof, woof!
I’m a dog. Woof, woof!
But it’s only for a day.
Woof, woof, woof!

Scratch my back. Woof, woof!
Scratch my back. Woof, woof!
Ooh, that’s a good spot.
Woof, woof, woof!

Chase my tail. Woof, woof!
Case my tail. Woof, woof!
Wow, it goes as fast as me.
Woof, woof, woof!

Go to sleep. Woof, woof!
Go to sleep. Woof, woof!
Wow, that was a hard day.
Woof, woof, woof!
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Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
« Reply #37 on: August 30, 2010, 12:06:58 AM »

Random poem i  wrote at about midnight on christmas eve:
note: i may have already posted this one. sorry.

COW PLOP
when the fire-cobs crackle
you must scatter your wits
one to each end of the wind
you feel the boiling
and bubbling below you
and you know it is a cow plop
once your marbles are lost
find those wits you scattered
and call them home to you once more
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Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

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Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
« Reply #38 on: September 26, 2010, 12:40:02 AM »

I'm sick and tired of those lies.
They make me wanna die.
Stop acting cool
Because you look like a fool
You think that you are everything
But that's not true
You think that everything is up to you

*chorus*
The world dosent need you
Anymore than I do.
You put everyone around in pain
But what gain?

That's all I've got so far.
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Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
« Reply #39 on: January 29, 2011, 01:56:56 AM »

That was awesome!

so i kinda an amateur poet. But here goes.

INSaNITY

I don’t suffer from INSaNITY
I enjoy every minute of it
My mi/nd is bro/ken like shattered glass
But I don’t care
I make my own sparkly reality


Dark and light
The eternal pattern
Why bother with fact?
I love my world
No noise,
No light,
Just me and my dreams

All I have left are dreams
And they are not disturbed
My dreams last centuries
But the nightmares last millennia



The Witches Broom

This storm is a witch
Her thunderous cackle
Echoes flatly on the broiling sea

This wind is her broom
It whistles and whines
And no one flies faster than she

“Can we out run her Captain?”
The question is answered
By the fearful silence of the crew

And the mournful sobbing
Echoes flatly
On the broiling sea

 
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Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
« Reply #40 on: January 29, 2011, 07:31:24 AM »

Picture Perfect

The world, so they say,
Is in perfect harmony
Each object, each person,
Precisely equal.
“It’s picture perfect!”
They all say,
Those charming tourists,
Who aren’t actually there.
But is it?
How do I know
That it’s really so beautiful,
And not just shallow, reconstituted lies
Painted over true nature?
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Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Attitudes are contagious. Mine can kill you

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Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
« Reply #41 on: February 13, 2011, 05:33:14 PM »

Well, I know this isn't ORIGINAL, but it hasn't gotten a lot of attention... SO... Here is my small story based on Leviathan.

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"Aleksander?"

 

Alek's head flew from the pillow. A lizard had crawled onto his shoulder and screamed the message into his ear.

 

"Meet me in the Egg Observatory. We need to talk. Lilit."

 

Alek wondered why she would want to talk to him and not Dylan. He knew more on the eggs than Alek did and Lilit liked Dylan. A lot.

 

"Fine. End message." He said, shooing away the small animal. It ran up the wall and climbed into a hole, disappearing from Alek's sight. Alek shook his head and sat up. Dylan was sleeping in a bed across the room, his blond hair messy from tossing and turning all night. Alek felt pain in his chest and forced himself to ignore it. He wondered why that happened every time he saw him. Did Alek feel sorry for his friend? If he did, than why? He forced the thought away as he got dressed. Dylan muttered something and Alek spun around. His friend was still asleep. He'd heard outbursts from Dylan before and every time he caught a word, he'd wonder what it meant. The word Alek hadn't been able to place was "love". He'd wondered if Dylan had a girl he liked back home. He'd imagined him with a girl who's eyes shined whenever he spoke and giggled whenever he said something funny. He'd dreamed of Dylan kissing Lilit and speaking sweetly to her. He shuddered on the idea of that particular dream. He'd had many more dreams of Dylan, but that one seemed to bother him the most... And he didn't know why.   He looked away from Dylan and finished getting dressed. When Dylan had grabbed his sword and reached the door of their room, he looked at Dylan one last time. He stood there for a second, wondering what his friend was thinking in that jumbled-up mind of his.

 

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Alek walked up to the door of the Egg observatory. He knocked on the door and waited. Nobody answered. He knocked again and waited. As Alek was about to knock a third time, he was pulled back. A hand covered his mouth from screaming. The person dragging him back opened the door to a closet and threw him inside. The person shut the door behind them and faced him. Lilit had her hands on her hips, her face wearing an upset expression.

 

"You're five minutes late."

 

Alek rolled my eyes and shrugged. He wasn’t going to listen to her if this was another lecture about the eggs.

 

"What do you want to talk to me about, Lilit?"

 

Her angry look faded, a worried one replacing it.

 

“I want to talk to you about Dylan.”

 

Alek looked up, suddenly interested. He didn’t think Dylan was a stupid subject. He told her to keep talking.

 

“There’s something you don’t know.’ Lilit said.

 

“Well, get on with it.” Alek said. “What?”

 

“I was eavesdropping on the others. They knew something that I wasn’t ready to hear...”

 

“Get on with it!” Alek said louder than he meant to.

 

“Dylan... Dylan isn’t a boy.” She said, whispering the last part too softly for  Alek to hear.

 

“What? I didn’t catch the last...”

 

“Dylan is a girl!” Lilit screamed, covering her mouth after she said it. She put her ear up to the door and made sure no one had heard her. She sighed and repeated it, but Alek hadn’t heard it. Dylan... was a girl? How was that possible? He felt like his heart had stopped. His mind raced trying to match the pieces of the puzzle together.

 

“But... you kissed Dylan!” he said, trying to disprove her comment.

 

“I didn’t know that Dylan was a girl then.” Lilit sat next to him and leaned back on the shelves holding food and such.

 

“If you want to know,” She said, “I found out what Dylan’s real name is. Deryn Sharp. She didn’t want to be a proper young lady back home, so she convinced her brother to help her get into the army. She came aboard the Leviathan by accident. If the ship hadn’t come in time, she would have fallen from the beasty she was riding and died. It wasn’t her fault. The beasty had gotten scared and tried to get rid of her.” She paused and then asked if he was listening.

 

“I’m listening... it’s just...” He stopped. His heart was tearing in two. “I have to see her.”

 

He ran out of the closet and back to their room. It seemed like the world was moving in slow motion and he couldn’t move fast enough. He thought that it couldn’t possibly have been true. His best friend was not a girl. He opened the door and sneaked inside. Dylan was still sleeping. He walked over to him and turned him upwards. He studied Dylan’s face. He noticed the long eyelashes, the perfectly curved nose, and the full mouth... He jumped back, as if struck by lightning. It was true. Dylan was a girl. He remembered her real name, Deryn. He stared at her, wondering how she’d ever gotten away with the scheme. Deryn turned back onto her side and continued to sleep as memories raced through his head. He should have realized it sooner. A sharp pain clenched his heart and he tried to ignore it, but no matter what he did, he couldn’t get it to stop. What was this feeling that kept coming back? Alek pulled a pocket watch out of his coat and looked at the picture of his mother. What would she say if she were here? He studied the picture, but it didn’t seem the same. He looked at a corner of it and scratched it. The picture fell out, and with it a letter. He opened it and immediately noticed his mother’s handwriting.

 

“Dear Aleksander,

 

I know these past few months have been difficult for you. Both your parents are gone from the earth and hope seems to have vanished. But it hasn’t. Do you remember all of the stories I told you when you were younger? Princes winning the heart of the princesses and living happily ever after? Well, as you grow older, you find that finding the princess is a lot harder. It takes a lot more than calling for the princess to throw down her hair. You have to climb up the stairs and catch her heart before another prince has the chance to. You both have to adventure down them again to be able to get that happily ever after. Aleksander, what I’m saying is that you’ll have to take an adventure together to be able to reach safety in life, like your father and I. Even though I’m gone, remember to always protect the people you love and never sit and watch them suffer. Help them and love them. I hope you live a long and amazing life. I love you, Alek. Never forget that.

 

Your mother.”



Alek’s tears had smothered some of the writing, but he understood it all. He looked at Deryn and his heart felt the biggest charge of pain he'd ever experienced. Instead of pushing the feeling away though, he grabbed onto them and finally understood it. He knew what his feelings were, he’d just never known them too well to express them. Deryn started to say something and Alek ran to her side. She muttered only one word, but it was enough to confirm Alek’s feelings.

 

“Alek”

 

“I’m here.” He told her. Her eyes shot open and she sat up. Her eyes widened as she saw him.

 

“Did you hear anything, lad?” She asked. She started to push the sheets away.

 

“Deryn.” Alek said.

 

“What is..” She froze. Her eyes started tearing and she covered her mouth in shock.

 

“Who... Who told you?” She asked, a tear falling onto her cheek.

 

“Lilit.” He said blankly. His heart was pounding. How would she react?

 

Another tear fell from her eyes.

 

“I meant to tell you. I did. I just, didn’t know what you’d say... and I...” She stopped and started to breathe faster. She put a hand up to heart and kept crying.

 

“My heart’s pounding, lad.” She said. She wouldn’t look at Alek. “I know you’re upset at me.” She said, her tears falling onto her shirt.

 

“I was at first.” Alek admitted. “But I was too confused to even notice the anger. After a while, I realized that maybe you had reasons to not tell me... and I realized what they were.”

 

Deryn looked up at this.

 

“Then what were my reasons?” She asked.

 

Alek reached over and took her hand. His heart raced faster, her touch electrifying him.

“You didn’t want to ruin our friendship and kept quiet about your feelings so I would never get hurt.”

 

She nodded and wiped away her last tear.

 

“I’m sorry.” She said.

 

“I’m sorry.” Alek said. He leaned in closer. “I never told you how I felt.”

 

Deryn froze again.

 

“And what are those?” She asked.


Alek leaned in closer. He kept coming towards her until their lips met. Deryn seemed to melt after a few seconds. She put her arms around his neck and Alek put his hands on her waist. Deryn closed her eyes and breathed out. Alek did the same and felt his heart melt with hers. She pulled away and broke into a smile. Alek stared into her eyes and remembered his mother's words. The prince always found a princess, but it did indeed took a while to find and win her heart.
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Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
« Reply #42 on: February 14, 2011, 12:00:53 AM »

Chapter 2, Exodus Book 1

“I’ve been waiting for you three for too long. I was about to leave without.”
“What’s the rush, Khan?” John asked.
“I’m on a schedule,” Khan replied.
“Why, worried you won’t make employee of the month again?” joked Nathaniel. Everyone busted out laughing at his comment.
“Yeah, very funny,” Khan said, “Laugh at the man that writes your paychecks.” Everyone stopped immediately, which caused Khan to laugh himself.
“How’s it been Khan?” Tamara asked, “Are the children causing problems?”
“No, they’re doing well in the Empire.”
Khan is the Engineer Master of The Slipkarium Mine, as well as the squad leader of Nathaniel’s engineering squad. Like Nathaniel, he has a high education in the military, and in engineering, but his education far exceed Nathaniel’s. Khan is 8 feet and 3 inches tall, giant for a human, but average for the Scorpius species he’s a part of. His eyes are a soft gray, dulled to where they appear white. He has raven black “hair” slicked back in a single, perfect direction. He isn’t very muscular, but can still stand toe to toe with an enemy twice his size. He has known Nathaniel and his friends since they signed up for a job, and still isn’t fond of their actions, even if they are important.
“So, what’s been slowing you down?” asked Khan.
“Oh, you know, getting in fights, stopping traffic, the usual,” Tamara, answered.
“Obviously.”
“So did any of you hear?” asked Khan, “Yesterday was Alexander Alaniz’s birthday. He turned 74.”
“Yes we know yesterday was his birthday,” replied Nathaniel, “He is my father.”
Actually it hadn’t crossed Nathaniel’s mind, for he had forgotten all about it. “Did any of you receive Jacob’s message, it was quite funny.”
“Yeah it was,” Tamara lied. She can easily get afraid, so she didn’t even open the message, John did. “Did you know that the G.T.C. is creating a defense budget?” she asked Khan.
“No they’re not,” he said, “I’ve seen the budgets and defense isn’t one of them.”
“Then where is all the money going to?” asked Nathaniel.
“Biological research,” he answered, “The G.T.C. wants to replace the standard machinery and replace it with bio-tech.”
“Who’s commissioning it?”
“GloboCorps.”
“That’s not possible.”
Khan became annoyed at Nathaniel’s response, “How?”
“It’s because HERC-Bio is the only company with allowed bio technology.”
“Enough with the ‘HERC is so great’ routine,” Khan said with steel in his voice, “It’s one thing to pick a fight with John here, it a whole other matter picking a fight with me.”
“Are you threatening me Khan,” Nathaniel replied, his RIG light glowed with his increased heartbeat.
“You, and your father behind you.”
“Are you sure that’s a good idea, Khan Altaeros?”
Nathaniel and his friends turned around to see him: Alexander Alaniz, the father of the modern world.
Alexander Alaniz was an old man at 74. His eyes are a deep hazel and his hair is graying and thin. His skin is wrinkly and covered with the scars of Time and war. His intelligent and creativity, earned him the title “Alexander the Great”.
Though out his teen years and into his early 40’s, Alexander had a huge contribution with the military. It is his decoration and rank from the Third World War and the Nexus Wars on Old Earth, mostly from the latter, that has given him utmost respect and honor in the Earth Committee. It was this respect and honor that made him the 56th president of the United State Conglomeration of Nations.
“So what are you talking about Khan,” he asked.
“Just the greatness of GloboCorps, and the fraud that HERC has committed,” he answered.
“You’re talking about the fact that my inventions are inspired by video games like Halo and Dead Space?”
“Basically,” Khan shrugged, “Do you still void copyrights?”
“No, like the names of these inventions, I own the copyrights.”
“You obviously don’t know business. I never voided copyright, nor cheated out of a lawsuit. I was inspired by them, and used their titles in my name. There is no copyright violation there.” Alexander smiled, “And besides, I married the founder of GloboCorps, so HERC and GloboCorps is the same in knowledge and formality.
Khan reeled back his argument. He lost an argument, with the most famous person in the world, something he wasn’t comfortable with. “Very well,” Khan said, holding back his anger, “Either way, GloboCorps is better.”
“I cannot, and will not, change your opinion. But the argument, was a simple game of chess, and you have been checkmated.” This statement caused Nathaniel to smile.
“Casting, aside the argument,” Tamara said with a worrisome tone, “We need to get to work. The more time we spend here fighting, the less time we get to receive pay.” Nathaniel nodded and Alexander gestured to the Grand Central Station, where everyone went to go off world to spaceships, stations, and the mines. “Why are you coming with us?” Tamara asked Alexander.
“Roxanne told me, no, yelled at me to inspect the mine. She is worried for the workers lives and wants to see if they are being treated properly.” Khan laughed. “What’s so funny?”
“Hell hath no fury like a woman’s wrath,” he said. Alexander stared at him, and then began to laugh with him. “Alexander, don’t you know, curiosity killed the cat?”
“Yes, but satisfaction brought it back.” Alexander still pondered at the thought, he wondered what worried her to make him do it.
Nathaniel picked up a newspaper on the way and he read the title to the group, “People gone missing on Slipkarium Mines.” A horrified expression grew on Tamara’s face, “Missing?”
“Yes, missing,” Alexander said, “Over the past few months, several people have either disappeared, or been found dead, on several Slipkarium Mines within the New Earth sector.”
Tamara grew more concerned, “Dead?” Everyone went silent after what she said.
Khan broke the silence and cleared his throat, “Well, this has been a good story but I need to go to work.”
Alexander grew annoyed, “Ignorance isn’t a foolish man’s bliss. You just can’t ignore these signs.”
Khan raised a hand to hit him, but Alexander countered by grabbing his wrist. “You think you’re so special, don’t you?”
“All apart of who I am.” Alexander then twisted his arm to behind Khan’s shoulder blade. “Don’t test me Khan, I will easily dislocate your arm.”
“Fine,” he grunted in pain, “but you let me go first.” Alexander complied.
Nathaniel pushed Khan away. “Don’t mess with him,” he said, “He doesn’t play around.”
“If we may,” Alexander stressed, looking at his pocket watch, “We are on a schedule.” Everyone followed him to the teleporter. They passed up many people from all over the city. They eventually stopped, in front of them was a round, sky blue dome with little black circles around it. People came to and fro on those circle as some dissipated or materialized on them.
“Where would you be heading?” the teleport Master AI asked.
“Sagittarius Slipkarium Mine.”
“Very well, would you please step on?” Everyone in the group did as told and stood perfectly still on their circles. A blue spiral of energy then surrounded them, as they dissipated into Slipspace Particles.
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Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
« Reply #43 on: February 14, 2011, 06:47:36 AM »

I just wrote a new song! well, part of a new song. But i have a tune and everything!
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Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Attitudes are contagious. Mine can kill you

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Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
« Reply #44 on: February 14, 2011, 07:30:19 AM »

post it post it post it!
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FIDDLEDINK! it's epic.
Hey look! A distraction!
*******
ALEK IS BETTER

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People say psycho like it's a bad thing
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