The True Writer

[Maverick]

This Post is dedicated to all "True Writers". A true writer is someone who knows what it means to create something from the heart and soul....not bound by outside critics or your own insecurities, no worry of whether its good or the grammar is perfect but rather trying to convey the message you want the way you want. I believe myself to be one of those "true" writers and will soon be posting my own works here, not to impress or rant but to share to you my words, my thoughts as only i can. If you are passionate as i am about writing then i encourage you to do the same. Share with us something that only you can, your words, your thoughts, everything that makes up who you are. It may be romantic, depressing, violent, or comical but at least maintain one constant.....let it be you cause only then will the words really [glow=red,2,300]shine[/glow].

[Maverick]

in order to save space it would be nice that if your story is over a few paragraphs long than u create a link to it instead of posting the whole thing....this way it stays less crowded for everyone
Thanks-Maverick-

[Abstract]

I think you are a wonderful writer, even if sometimes you use poor grammar.
You should post "My Hanging" I liked that one.

I don't know if I am any good at writing, I know I can write poetry, but stories seem to be harder for me to write.

[randomperson87]

i cant write stories its like aginst the laws of the universe or something....

[Abstract]

Some people (like me) are just better off sticking with poetry!

[musicnote]

I like writing and in my freshman english class she let us go all crazy and stuff and write short stories. One idea that i thought was really nifty was just to pick out a picture or two from a magazine and write a story based on what you see in the image. i wrote a story based on two pictures, one of diamonds, and another of a sunken and mysterious looking ship. it was posted on the wall in the classroom the day after i turned it in.

[Maverick]

I finally got my new computer so I can now start writing in forum!!

[Abstract]

Yay!! Now, please post all of your stories. Thank you, come again.

[Maverick]

This is my probably my most painful bits of writing ever. Its titled my hanging and is very good from a amateur stand point i think. Its long but well worth the read in my opinion.

I'll not grace this paper with so much a
date in the hopes that I may one day forget the
day, the moment that I lost the last portion of
my humanity and with it my soul. The day I have
awaited has come and gone but in some ways it
still lingers behind my eyelids. Every time I
close them I see the boy, his face bloated and
red from the rope around his neck. His eyes
didn't look of most men as they were hung. They
were wide like a child wondering only of where
his mother was.
I had heard about two days ago that a group
had been storing munitions for a revolt had been
arrested. They were to be hung in front of the
prisoners as examples. I heard the next day that
one of the ones arrested was a child. The usual
hangman had refused to hang the child so people
were going around trying to find at least three
volunteers. Naturally I said yes not wanting to
waste a chance like this to kill a filthy
traitor. I boasted for the rest of the day to
fellow comrades about how I am one of the three
who get to kill the traitors. Some laughed, some
looked at me as though I were crazy, and others
didn't seem to care much either way.
I was excited the morning of "my hanging" as
I now called it. I had pressed my suit, combed
my hair even though I was going to wear a hat and
shined my shoes till I was sick of the smell of
shoeshine. Another officer led me to where we
would hang them. I volunteered to hang the child
since the others refused. I watched the line of
the damned walk up th steps but diverted my eyes
to the child's feet not out of shame but simply
because I wanted to witness his fear at its
utmost peak, to laugh and spit in his face.
I took the hand of the boy and escorted him
to his noose. I stood him on the chair and as I
put the noose around his neck I decided to treat
myself to his frightened face. I have seen many
men in fear before there death and expected
nothing less but that. As my gaze landed on his
face, mine went pale. The boy who I must have
envisioned killing a hundred times over had the
face of an angel or one of those cherubs you see
on statues and in pictures. His cheeks were
bright red and trembled at my touch. His eyes
were large and harbored no hate toward me. His
eyes were filled with tears but the only defiance
I saw was that he would not let them fall. I felt
the warmth of his breath on my hand. Never had I
felt something so real an frightening. My ming
lost control of my body because I don't remember
my foot kicking the chair out from underneath
him. Watching him writhe there at the end of the
rope. I wanted to save him but I was frozen with
fear. The child's eyes never left mine even when
I kicked the chair and still his eyes harbored no
hate toward me. I saw only sadness and whether
it was for himself or for me I still don't know.
I then as the Jews had to walk past I heard words
that brought the full weight of my actions down
upon me. "Where is god? How could he let this
happen...to a child?" The Jews after being
treated with inhuman cruelty and now bearing
witness to the death of their enemy they weep for
him. Such compassion for fellow man touched me
at depths I cannot express. I looked at the boy
thinking I had seen tears but all I saw now were
his foggy, lifeless gaze toward me. The tears
were my own.

THE END

[Maverick]

aww all this time and not a single opinion/reply to my writing

[billyboy]

oh yeah, i remember that from class clinton. i decided not to read it again this time cuz i'm too lazy and well, i just don't feel like reading it again. i remember that it's good though...

[Abstract]

I thought it was excellent and you should write more often!

[fat]

quite deep actually, morbid but I suppose that's to be expected.I can write but I don't embrace my negative feelings, the only thing I can write is humor... let's just say my english teacher loved me

[Abstract]

I encourage Maverick's writing, but not his choice in genre.

If you like reading humorous stories, you should have a look at some of Terry Pratchett's work, he's into satire, and that brings me joy.

[fat]

I've read pretty much all of Terry Pratchett's work. I also enjoy Christopher Stasheff(though good luck finding his books), and Peter David. You would probably like Peter David's books, he wrote the series 'Sir Apropos of Nothing'.

[Abstract]

If you enjoyed Pterry, check out Neil Gaiman. He's more into the fantasy side, and not as funny, but he's still good at what he does.

[fat]

I might look into it, was he the one who helped write "good omens"?

[Abstract]

Yes, Neil and Terry wrote Good Omens together. Neil can be a bit more dark than Terry though. In his book Coraline he really brings the horror of childhood to life. My favorite though is Stardust, and I won't give anything away, except that it gives new life to falling stars.

[Abstract]

I think any more discussion about published authors should go into the welcome post of this folder.

And OP where's that work you were going to post? Hmmm?

Speaking of Opie, did you know that the child star of Andy Griffith went on the play Richy Cunningham on Happy Days? (it's ok if I'm off-topic, I'm the admin!)