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Greetings, creative writers! I've established this forum as a place for us to interact and express our imaginative minds. It is a place to share ideas and abstractions, poetry and prose, fiction and its opposite.
For now, our current theme will be determined by you, the author. Once you've written a little something, the succeeding authors are encouraged to theme their own writing around what has already been established. For instance: the first author writes a rhyming poem about rain... the next author may write about a recent experience they've had walking in the rain. Enjoy!
-AMZ
Of Mr. Bitter, that sweet old boy who fell into a dessert plate
Oh what a wonderful fellow!
Though stuck of course in jello,
how cheerful he remained!
And we all tip our hats
and our feet and our gloves
to the sugaring lump of of his remains.
letter stew.
Once i came to Harlow street the night was young the words were sweet.
All at once my brain expanded and to my delight there was a new wonder insight.
I'll eat all the words and they'll mean more then ever before.
Will you share this letter stew with me?
Electromagnetic Porridge
It was miraculous! The bowl sat by its lonesome waiting for hours as I concocted the complex mixture of ingredients. Finally I poured the contents of the simmering pot into the bowl and admired how it sloshed into its new form. The ceramic surface breathed and steamed with condensation; such a marvel of nature! The porridge crackled and bubbled toward its cooler state... and then I fetched a heaping spoonful of my newest invention.
Upon consumption I immediately began to feel the effects; teeth tingling, throat buzzing, stomach energizing. Why, my hair even began to stand on end! I leapt from my chair and began to test my hypothesis. My eyes dashed around the room before deciding to approach the unpowered lamp near the far wall. I reached with a slow intent and so lightly touched the metal base of the lamp- Like the crest of first sunshine in the morning it instantly beamed light! I strode into the study and began touching every lamp in sight; before long the whole flat was a beacon of electricity!
The sensation coursing through my body was overwhelming. Between the ingestion of the porridge and the radiating pride of my accomplishment, I was near intoxicated! I suddenly required fresh air and found myself by the small lawn in front of the building. I fell back and sat with a 'thump' and peered into the night sky, the windows vibrantly illuminated behind me. As I lowered my vision back toward the city my peripheral noticed something odd happening beneath my hand, which lay pressed into the lawn; the very blades of grass, nay, a literal piece of the Earth was radiating electric light! My very flesh had become a channeling conductor of electricity!
testing technology
I cannot explain iti will not trymany before me have truthfully diedthis Internet confuses meGoogle baffeles meBing amuses meYahoo saddens meTechnology and I had a falling outi guess this poem is to seeif it can possibly bethat the Internet had worked and i am freeto express my creativity
Does anyone Know why it got
Does anyone Know why it got grouped weird like that?
Old School/New School
No idea, Carston. Although, there is an amazing irony to it; you write of your awkward relationship with technology and, low and behold, technology makes your words what it wants. You might even say you co-wrote the entry with the computer! Anyhow, you can edit the post if you like... but it is quite fitting as is, if you know what I mean. Glad you registered and hope you post again.
-AMZ
It was a warm summer evening
It was a warm summer evening, the sun slowly baking anything left out for too long. the peace and tranquliity was shattered by the single cry of "Volly!" the silence was shattered once again by the explosive boom of several cannons and dozens of rifles going off.
gunnery Sergeant James Arthur called for the first line to reload, making way for the second line to advance. the second line advanced, aimed and waited for the order to fire. he waited for a minute as the figures became more visible. "Volly!" he screamed, brandishing his sabre. Some of the figures crumpled and fell, but many did not. "Second line, reload!" he screamed. the second line fell back and the first moved forward. "Artillery fire! Infintry fire!" he cried out. The next line of foes fell back, screaming in their unintelligable language.
James grimaced and gave the order for bayonets. he ushured his horse onwards, his men right after him, screaming out a cry of "ENGLAND!" The British soldiers crashed into the native militants. James had no idea as to where they came from; all that mattered was that the Colonies was protected.
they called themselves the Aztec Empire. The Spanish where taking heavy fire for not killing them all when Cortez first found them, but then there was nothing that could be done, they already controled much of Mexico and Flordia and where fast approching savana.
if they couldnt be stopped here, then there would be nothing stopping them from marching to boston and forcing the british completly out of the Americas. James sighed and led the advancing British into the Aztec- his heart pounding........
Descriptive Development
Lovely visuals, Carston! I imagine this was inspired by another specific study in school? Or simply a personal interest? Maybe both. If you're writing more to this you should submit it to the Google site(link at top of forum) when finished. We missed you last week. Hope to see you this Tuesday.
Sorry, I was sick, I hope I
Sorry, I was sick, I hope I didnt miss too much
Last Class
No worries, Carston. Last class we discussed the concepts of an ALLEGORY and explored some ideas in our own writing. We also read the short fable from Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm titled Godfather Death. You can read the version I printed HERE.
We spent some time talking about the class journal again, but we're still in the beginning stages.