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TiYlER:
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--- Quote from: Mistgun_Zero on September 11, 2011, 11:12:53 PM ---
--- Quote from: TiYlER on June 19, 2011, 01:34:39 AM ---Ah, I have several unfinished works. From dozens of poems, to incomplete memoirs and dropped novels. I'd be glad to post them for people to enjoy instead of rotting under my bed. (Though be warned, I write my mind.) Will get around to posting them eventually. Could I see some of your work, E? Oh, and I believe Antheon is writing a series.

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I would like to see yours if you would be so kind to post it.

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Okay, I'll look for some of the short stories I've written once I get home tomorrow. I'll need to type them out and then I'll post them.
scratch that, I forgot we had a blog in CW class.
I never got around to posting finished stories, but here is the beginning of the only story that I actually thought would turn out well:

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What did I do to deserve this kind of punishment? Since when was laughing a crime? There was no humanly possible way to remain stoic while a teacher’s pants fall around his ankles! Though it wasn’t the fact that his trousers were rung at his shoes, it was the outrageous designs covering his undergarments that caused the sputtering of laughs to emerge from my throat! Anyway, I was the first to commence in this terrible act of tyranny, so off I was sent.

And now I sit here in this desk littered with scratches and indents, covered in pencil graffiti of words unreadable to the average person. The man sitting at the desk in the front of the classroom was buried in a book that looked far to childish for an adult to be reading. This man seemed to be talking to either himself, or the book. So I take a quick reconnaissance of this seemingly stagnant classroom. I see only three other students, all either sleeping or dead. I sigh and look down at my unfinished busy work. My attention becomes stuck on the two-inch key scratch on the desk I now sit at. Obviously the head of this restriction is unwilling to even try to watch these children. The only thing keeping the students in ISR is the knowing that if it is so easy to sit around and do nothing all day, then why skip? Only more trouble would be caused.

I lay my cheek against my palm and my elbow on the desk. My eyelids start to sag and I seem to be slipping in and out of consciousness. Eventually my mind slides out of reality and enters a dream. In this dream I see a phantom of some sort, I can only describe it as such because I have no real clue as to what it is. This fact that something is there is clear, but as to what exactly it is can not be determined. This “phantom” turns around and I see what I least expected. It is a girl. Is this some sort of ghost girl who has come to haunt me because of what I’ve done? I cry out to the phantom girl, ‘Who are you? Why are you here?’ She turns to face me and mutters a phrase that I could only make a few words out of, ‘Why… are you here?’
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I was never really good with paragraphs. I really want to finish this, I have an idea of how it would play out, but I don't have a long enough attention span.
anyway, I asked enzie about the fanfic contest. I got this out of him:

--- Quote ---<&Enzie> I will consider starting it when I can think straight and have time.
<&Enzie> Give me a few weeks.
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eclectic:
sweeeeet. and again, i would be willing to help as a judge. it would prolly be best to divide the entries into a few major genres (like shounen, shoujo, etc.) and have a judge per. but that would all really depend on how many people submit. if we only get, like, ten then you could have 2 or 3 judges read them all.

Mistgun_Zero:
Sweet TiYlER

kitamesume:
something i made after reworking someone's poem.

Thy presence art feared no longer,
Thy voice art clear no longer,
Thy power art absolute no longer,
Thy fool me not.
Thy power art diminished,
This ends thy glee...
Filthy beast in this heart of mine, get thee gone !!
At last, freedom from thee art assured...

bigbob_75056:
i actually am writing a novel and have an editor, but its still a ways off. I have about 10 chapters and 12 thousand words, but its not even a quarter of the way through. I f ya want, I could show it to ya...I really need critics...

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