1VetaTorres
do you guys want to start some kind of thread for writing? i mean rather than have a forum devoted to one person's writing having a group one. where we post things we've written or even post topics for quick writes, etc.
just an idea
just an idea
2jettblack28
that might be a good idea
3nele95
wouldn't that get confusing wouldn't it
I mean we'd have abunch of stories going on at once.
hold on what if we did like a writing class type thingy. Where we come up with the topic and all of us write a story or report on it. Like for exapmle what are you beliefs on love(sorry first thing that poped into my mind(topic))
I mean we'd have abunch of stories going on at once.
hold on what if we did like a writing class type thingy. Where we come up with the topic and all of us write a story or report on it. Like for exapmle what are you beliefs on love(sorry first thing that poped into my mind(topic))
4VetaTorres
yeah helen, that's what i was trying to get at...
6VetaTorres
sweet, anyone else up for it?
7jettblack28
or we could each just make our own story place and post all of our stories there. those who alredy have one will keep that.
ether way is good though ^^
ether way is good though ^^
8nele95
yeah we still keep doing that but this way we can be more ciriticle of people's writings and in a way we can learn more about eachother
9jettblack28
yea, i did say i didnt care what we did sooo...
11jettblack28
idc what anyone does for this
13VetaTorres
ok so i have a book that has quick write ideas for everyday of the year. we could use those ideas. of course i don't have to post one everyday, i could do one every week though...
14ragulto101
wat about we do popcorn writing?
One of us starts da story then da rest of us just post a continuation to the last person's post?
One of us starts da story then da rest of us just post a continuation to the last person's post?
15VetaTorres
i suppose.. it might get awkward since we all have different writing styles...
16ragulto101
true.
We did it in English class
We did it in English class
17VetaTorres
yeah i've done it before and the story was ridiculous because everyone wanted to write a different story. so one minute something's happening and then something else that doesn't fit is happening. but maybe that's because those ppl were jerks...
18jettblack28
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i dont care if we make a topic that we all post on or whatever.
i dont care if we make a topic that we all post on or whatever.
19ragulto101
the same thing happened 2 our story.
20nele95
why dont' we just stick with the idea of coming up with an idea or topic and we all write a papper or paragrap on it. This way we can critice each other's work!
21VetaTorres
All in favor of posting various topics to write on, please vote
22VetaTorres
I vote yes
23jettblack28
sure.
25ragulto101
here, here!
26ragulto101
so, wat's our topic?
27VetaTorres
How about this one?
Think of a person who really bugs or annoys you.Think of a place you'd like to send this person. Then - menatlly- send them there! With that in mind start with:
The post card arrived...
(from The Write-Brain Workbook by Bonnie Neubauer.)
Think of a person who really bugs or annoys you.Think of a place you'd like to send this person. Then - menatlly- send them there! With that in mind start with:
The post card arrived...
(from The Write-Brain Workbook by Bonnie Neubauer.)
28VetaTorres
The post card arrived. I just stared at it for several minutes. Him... He had to send me a card from New Zealand, and of course he starts out with "Hey Babe". You know I have never been able to get away from him, ever since high school, he's always been there. Always rubbing something in my face. With his stupid laugh, his dumb voices, and ginger red hair, Mitch was always there. Jabbering in the background, being a smart ass to the teachers, telling dirty jokes to his friends and charming "the ladies". I try to forget him but then, BAM, he's right back there in my life with all the annoying charm of a Jack Russell Terrior. And unfortunately I'm completely head over heels for the idiot.
29jettblack28
i like it ^^ mine now
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The post card arrived. I ran to my room closing the door behind me. I looked at the letters. I kept reading it again and again, each time my heart sinking lower into my stomach. I couldn’t believe it! He had done it again. It was shocking enough that he dumped me, now he was moving to the other side of the state. That wasn’t all though. It was much worse. I felt the tears build up in my eyes and couldn’t help it when the overflowed. Why does he do this to me? Im not a toy… I sobbed on my pillow and eventually fell asleep.
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The post card arrived. I ran to my room closing the door behind me. I looked at the letters. I kept reading it again and again, each time my heart sinking lower into my stomach. I couldn’t believe it! He had done it again. It was shocking enough that he dumped me, now he was moving to the other side of the state. That wasn’t all though. It was much worse. I felt the tears build up in my eyes and couldn’t help it when the overflowed. Why does he do this to me? Im not a toy… I sobbed on my pillow and eventually fell asleep.
30nele95
love both :) mine:
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The postcard arrived. of corse from all places... france. The first words Hey double d. I can hear his anoying voice in the note, the sexual comments are there too. Of course it's my worst enemy the jackass of all jackasses. only 2 questions. why does he do this and why me? I've never spoken to him since that day. why is he coming after me? I throw the postcard out in the garbage can by my bed. Taking one last look at the name. Asher, maybe it would be better if he worte jackass but whatever.
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The postcard arrived. of corse from all places... france. The first words Hey double d. I can hear his anoying voice in the note, the sexual comments are there too. Of course it's my worst enemy the jackass of all jackasses. only 2 questions. why does he do this and why me? I've never spoken to him since that day. why is he coming after me? I throw the postcard out in the garbage can by my bed. Taking one last look at the name. Asher, maybe it would be better if he worte jackass but whatever.
31VetaTorres
i like both of them... i think i'll post the new topic in like 2 days
33VetaTorres
hhhmm... no one else has posted...
The ship's sail was taut against the strong south-western wind. Linda's hair blew into her eyes and she regretted not wearing her hair in a braid. It had been so calm before. She was headed into port, no need to stay out now that the sunhad dipped down to the horizon. She disliked sailing at night by herself, ever since that night... But she wouldn't think of that, not after what a nice day she had had. The breeze let up as she reached the harbor and she and "Pearl" moved slowly through the shallow waters. It was peaceful until he came, the new hot-rod of the shore village... Oh, how she hated him. When he first arrived she paid him little attention, in his speed boat; but now, now he had to show-off, revving the engine and "accidentally" splashing her as if he were a little kid. And of course all the women in town just thought he was the most wonderful thing to happen to Émeraude since Michel Roux got rich off his computer software...
The ship's sail was taut against the strong south-western wind. Linda's hair blew into her eyes and she regretted not wearing her hair in a braid. It had been so calm before. She was headed into port, no need to stay out now that the sunhad dipped down to the horizon. She disliked sailing at night by herself, ever since that night... But she wouldn't think of that, not after what a nice day she had had. The breeze let up as she reached the harbor and she and "Pearl" moved slowly through the shallow waters. It was peaceful until he came, the new hot-rod of the shore village... Oh, how she hated him. When he first arrived she paid him little attention, in his speed boat; but now, now he had to show-off, revving the engine and "accidentally" splashing her as if he were a little kid. And of course all the women in town just thought he was the most wonderful thing to happen to Émeraude since Michel Roux got rich off his computer software...
34jettblack28
srry ^^' havent had alot of time lately! but yours is nice, i like it.
36mktomberlin93
i love your paragraph it's so great!
37VetaTorres
aww thanks :D
38mktomberlin93
if i was any good at writing, i would write something... but i am awful at it so i will just read everyone else's stories. haha
39VetaTorres
i'm sure ur not awful!! practice makes perfect ;) you should totally write stuff!everyone here is nice and if you want pointers I would gladly help :) that is if you want to write...
40mktomberlin93
oh i would love to... i just give up kindof easily when i can't think of the right word or phrase i want to use when writing so i just quit. (quite a bad habit i'm afraid)
41VetaTorres
that's why you should try quick writes. for me i get the topic and I just write nonstop for like ten minutes without thinking. no worries about punctuation or spelling or anything like that. then i look back at what i wrote if i like it i keep it if not then no problem.
ok the next topic is: "Those were the days"; Finish the story. Start with: Back in 1938, before...
(from The Write-Brain Workbook)
ok the next topic is: "Those were the days"; Finish the story. Start with: Back in 1938, before...
(from The Write-Brain Workbook)
42nele95
okay this is from the first one
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The ship's sail was soaked from the water and was going down fast, but it was the only thing I could hold onto. I looked around to find out where she was but couldn’t see anything but sea. Why did I have to take her on this sailing trip? She only went because I begged her. Out of the coner of my eye I see a flash of blonde hair. I swim over as fast as I can not caring for my own life but only for hers. I see her head right below the surface and grab her arm as forcefully but gently as I can. I swim back over to the sail and lay her on it. Just as I’m ready to do CPR she takes a breath. I grip her around the waist. She hugs to me.
“I love you Rox.” are the first words that come out of my mouth.
“ I love you too Jor.” she responds as I give her the biggest kiss I can.
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sorry it took so long. Sorry it's so romantic and survial
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The ship's sail was soaked from the water and was going down fast, but it was the only thing I could hold onto. I looked around to find out where she was but couldn’t see anything but sea. Why did I have to take her on this sailing trip? She only went because I begged her. Out of the coner of my eye I see a flash of blonde hair. I swim over as fast as I can not caring for my own life but only for hers. I see her head right below the surface and grab her arm as forcefully but gently as I can. I swim back over to the sail and lay her on it. Just as I’m ready to do CPR she takes a breath. I grip her around the waist. She hugs to me.
“I love you Rox.” are the first words that come out of my mouth.
“ I love you too Jor.” she responds as I give her the biggest kiss I can.
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sorry it took so long. Sorry it's so romantic and survial
43VetaTorres
i love it. kind of a different tone then u usually go for.
44VetaTorres
ok this is for the latest one:
Back in 1938, before the war, I met him. We were at the annual Independence Day Ball at the Kingston estate. Lucy introduced us. Oh, how I remember that night. The way the moonlight touched his face and the warm breeze that kept the air heavy with the scent of lilac. We danced all night as if the sun would never come. As if time itself had stopped to watch us. He twirled me and held me tight in his arms. His strength was intoxicating;I never wanted him to let me go. And then I would spin out, the strength gone, and then back into him. I felt at home finally safe and... and loved. Yes, love, I knew that night that I loved him and that he loved me. He said I was as beautiful as the moon that night like some Greek goddess come to earth; I believed him. But the night did not last and the moon maybe beautiful but the sun, the sun out shines the moon with its overbearing radiance and he soon could see only the sun. The moon could never compare...
Back in 1938, before the war, I met him. We were at the annual Independence Day Ball at the Kingston estate. Lucy introduced us. Oh, how I remember that night. The way the moonlight touched his face and the warm breeze that kept the air heavy with the scent of lilac. We danced all night as if the sun would never come. As if time itself had stopped to watch us. He twirled me and held me tight in his arms. His strength was intoxicating;I never wanted him to let me go. And then I would spin out, the strength gone, and then back into him. I felt at home finally safe and... and loved. Yes, love, I knew that night that I loved him and that he loved me. He said I was as beautiful as the moon that night like some Greek goddess come to earth; I believed him. But the night did not last and the moon maybe beautiful but the sun, the sun out shines the moon with its overbearing radiance and he soon could see only the sun. The moon could never compare...
45nele95
43: thanks i just kind of felt in the mood one of my friends read it cause it's on my computer and said that it would be a great scean in a story soo i might end up writing a story off of it
46kinaco-chan
I know i've been gone for a while but now i'm back and better than ever! my account got suspended.......
48nele95
IDK if there was a war back then but whatever
---------------------------------------------------Back in 1938, I loved him, but that was before the war. We were truly in love like nothing you've ever seen before.We would see each other at school everyday and go on dates to the diner. it was great! but then the war happened and we turned seventeen. He was enlisted in the army and left me with only the promise of a wedding when he came back. All that i had to ensure this promise was a small ring that sat on my left had 3rd finger. He wrote always and so did i. But 3 months after he left i got a letter from someone else. He was shot and they were not able to save him. I cried my eyes out for days not wanting to believe it. Then they showed up at the doors and gave me his ring. I wore it under mine and still do. The saddest thing though, six months after his dealth i had a baby girl whom he never got to see.
---------------------------------------------------Back in 1938, I loved him, but that was before the war. We were truly in love like nothing you've ever seen before.We would see each other at school everyday and go on dates to the diner. it was great! but then the war happened and we turned seventeen. He was enlisted in the army and left me with only the promise of a wedding when he came back. All that i had to ensure this promise was a small ring that sat on my left had 3rd finger. He wrote always and so did i. But 3 months after he left i got a letter from someone else. He was shot and they were not able to save him. I cried my eyes out for days not wanting to believe it. Then they showed up at the doors and gave me his ring. I wore it under mine and still do. The saddest thing though, six months after his dealth i had a baby girl whom he never got to see.
49VetaTorres
well there was WWII but the U.S. didn't enter it untill 1944, so it would make sense if the setting was say Europe...
And Sad Day!! i like it :)
And Sad Day!! i like it :)
52klarson09
hey anyone have some suggestions on some books that i can read for over this summer because i have to do two book reports for the teachers that is going to see me next year
53VetaTorres
check out my library, there might be some novels that interest you :D
