Indeed, likely several exceptions. Regardless, if I ever feel like showing any of my work then I suppose I'll post some here.Wufei wrote:but there are always certain exceptions aren't there? in any case if you ever change your mind than please do post them.
Writing
- Flint the Dwarf
- Joined: Wed Jan 16, 2002 6:58 pm
- Location: Ashland, WI
Kusoyaro: We don't need a leader. We need to SHUT UP. Make what you want to make, don't make you what you don't want to make. If neither of those applies to you, then you need to SHUT UP MORE.
- Wufei
- Joined: Tue Feb 04, 2003 9:15 pm
- Location: Space
ok overview post. hmmm...well i don't really find anything wrong with whiney assed goth angst poems, just so long as they're not the only thing people post. i mean like i said i simply like to read all diferent types of writing from different people.
well Eilleen i hope you do change your mind i think it would be nice to read something for a comic and game.
as for those of you who have posted links to stories and such sorry i haven't gotten around to reading them yet, but i promise i will and if you want an opinion or something i'll definately leave one.
el farlo, i think it would be fine if you posted your lyrics i mean unless you don't want anybody to like steal them or something so we can wait until you've got them copyrighted or something
well lyrs like i said maybe i will post a few of my short stories, i need to have them checked anyways, so you can always rant about those if you feel like it. hmm..although going back to the whole goth angst type writing i do have to say my stories are all a little dark i mean not like sad, at least i don't think so, but i've noticed that somebody always seems to die in them.
and well khal if you ever did type it up and all you could always email it to me and i could read it and tell you what i thought in a few months. it would take less time but i'm somewhat occupied with school unfortunately so i hardly have time to read the books i have right now.
thanks for all the responses. Sayonara.
well Eilleen i hope you do change your mind i think it would be nice to read something for a comic and game.
as for those of you who have posted links to stories and such sorry i haven't gotten around to reading them yet, but i promise i will and if you want an opinion or something i'll definately leave one.
el farlo, i think it would be fine if you posted your lyrics i mean unless you don't want anybody to like steal them or something so we can wait until you've got them copyrighted or something

well lyrs like i said maybe i will post a few of my short stories, i need to have them checked anyways, so you can always rant about those if you feel like it. hmm..although going back to the whole goth angst type writing i do have to say my stories are all a little dark i mean not like sad, at least i don't think so, but i've noticed that somebody always seems to die in them.
and well khal if you ever did type it up and all you could always email it to me and i could read it and tell you what i thought in a few months. it would take less time but i'm somewhat occupied with school unfortunately so i hardly have time to read the books i have right now.
thanks for all the responses. Sayonara.
Fighting weak oponents leaves me feeling so empty inside.
- Anime Jedi
- Joined: Sun May 19, 2002 11:16 am
- Location: Wandering Aimlessly (Canada)
- Wufei
- Joined: Tue Feb 04, 2003 9:15 pm
- Location: Space
that's good jedi. we don't even really do writing like stories or anything in our english class. mostly it was just essays and notebooks. and now my ever favorite subject of grammer.
well Corran i read the two chapters of Ellona. i really liked them. at first a bit confused but i liked it a lot. i hope you're planning on adding more. i haven't gotten around to reading Prologue yet though but i will. keep writing you're really good. just beware the little grammatical errors.

well Corran i read the two chapters of Ellona. i really liked them. at first a bit confused but i liked it a lot. i hope you're planning on adding more. i haven't gotten around to reading Prologue yet though but i will. keep writing you're really good. just beware the little grammatical errors.

Fighting weak oponents leaves me feeling so empty inside.
- Anime Jedi
- Joined: Sun May 19, 2002 11:16 am
- Location: Wandering Aimlessly (Canada)
- Wufei
- Joined: Tue Feb 04, 2003 9:15 pm
- Location: Space
ok well it's been a while and i was planning on putting this in earlier but oh well. so the stories i've read so far are pretty good i'm still not all the way through one though but i'll get to it later. so since i said i'd post some of my own than here's my first really short story. tell me what you think. i know it may be kinda confusing but anyways..
The young man staggered back. A look of terror and confusion flooded his face. Feeling the life pouring out of the open wound, he grasped at it, trying to keep the innards from escaping in some futile effort to save himself. However, looking in the eyes of the dark man, he knew it was over. He knew it too as the dark man unveiled a gleaming knife. Knew it as the blade cut through his flesh and slid across his belly. With each moment his vision was blurring, knees almost buckling, throat drying. He felt cold though he was sweating heavilly and his eyes were brimming with tears. All at once his mind flooded with memoreis. Memories of his father, mother, sister, wife, and daughter. All things from the past rushed in as though telling him to hold on. Finally the only thought left was why? Why get involved? Why didn't I stay out of it? Why care? So many questions came, but no answers until at last, the questions stopped. Everything stopped. All that was left was darkness. The man fell to his knees and forward into a pool of blood. The dark man dropped the knife and ran out of the alleyway, taking with him a woman's black purse.
well that's it. so input please and i'll answer any questions if you have them. Sayonara.
oh and jedi. yeah i didn't mind essays either i mean once i got the format down and everything i usually got a's. shinji ikari? who's that?
The young man staggered back. A look of terror and confusion flooded his face. Feeling the life pouring out of the open wound, he grasped at it, trying to keep the innards from escaping in some futile effort to save himself. However, looking in the eyes of the dark man, he knew it was over. He knew it too as the dark man unveiled a gleaming knife. Knew it as the blade cut through his flesh and slid across his belly. With each moment his vision was blurring, knees almost buckling, throat drying. He felt cold though he was sweating heavilly and his eyes were brimming with tears. All at once his mind flooded with memoreis. Memories of his father, mother, sister, wife, and daughter. All things from the past rushed in as though telling him to hold on. Finally the only thought left was why? Why get involved? Why didn't I stay out of it? Why care? So many questions came, but no answers until at last, the questions stopped. Everything stopped. All that was left was darkness. The man fell to his knees and forward into a pool of blood. The dark man dropped the knife and ran out of the alleyway, taking with him a woman's black purse.
well that's it. so input please and i'll answer any questions if you have them. Sayonara.
oh and jedi. yeah i didn't mind essays either i mean once i got the format down and everything i usually got a's. shinji ikari? who's that?
Fighting weak oponents leaves me feeling so empty inside.
- Lyrs
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- Summanaro
- Joined: Mon Aug 20, 2001 12:09 am
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okie dokie,
I got only 2 reviews on this, but it seemed like they were blown away by it. And it's on someone's favorites list, so I'm finally writing something right ><.
http://www.fictionpress.net/read.php?storyid=595319
The story is titled In Shades of Black, and it's a angst poetry, I wrote most of it when I was really depressed in my life, so it will probably be a bit to whiny for some.
And this is a song I wrote last year. I've sang it in front of a few people and they seem to like it =/..
http://groups.msn.com/InspirationInc/takemeaway.msnw
Song is called Take me away, sort of angsty, but at least it's not a love song =/.. *sorry for the bright colors on web page, highlight if you can't handle it*
I got only 2 reviews on this, but it seemed like they were blown away by it. And it's on someone's favorites list, so I'm finally writing something right ><.
http://www.fictionpress.net/read.php?storyid=595319
The story is titled In Shades of Black, and it's a angst poetry, I wrote most of it when I was really depressed in my life, so it will probably be a bit to whiny for some.
And this is a song I wrote last year. I've sang it in front of a few people and they seem to like it =/..
http://groups.msn.com/InspirationInc/takemeaway.msnw
Song is called Take me away, sort of angsty, but at least it's not a love song =/.. *sorry for the bright colors on web page, highlight if you can't handle it*
your mom.
- Wykith
- Joined: Mon Oct 28, 2002 3:39 pm
Good stuff Summanaro.
I suggest you ignore the comments of certain angry, sexually confused and horribly deprived individuals on this forum. For they may flame you and label you Whiney Goth.
I suggest you ignore the comments of certain angry, sexually confused and horribly deprived individuals on this forum. For they may flame you and label you Whiney Goth.
"And now you will shed tears of crimson."
"I don't have an attitude problem. I have an attitude. It's your problem."
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- chaoticstormbringer
- Joined: Fri Feb 28, 2003 1:21 am
Heres mine.
Winter was the last season that Voko wanted. The bitter cold stiking his scantily cladded body, consisting ov only a long sleeved, white canvas shirt, a pair of mud-brown, worn out leather pants and a pair of muddy, over-worn boots that have faced years of ground. White flakes of snow continuously piled up on the ground slowly, each step more difficult for Voko's numb and blistered feet. Strapped to his back was the greatsword that has seen the blood of many, it's size weighing the weary Voko out. But he had to move on, his own life depended on it so much. He blocked out the cold and thought of his family, in dire need of food that he carried in the sack clasped in his numb hands. The desperation urged him on faster, working his tired muscles extensively through the evergrowing blizzard nature had created.
a little paragraph I guess not too good but ahhh well.
Winter was the last season that Voko wanted. The bitter cold stiking his scantily cladded body, consisting ov only a long sleeved, white canvas shirt, a pair of mud-brown, worn out leather pants and a pair of muddy, over-worn boots that have faced years of ground. White flakes of snow continuously piled up on the ground slowly, each step more difficult for Voko's numb and blistered feet. Strapped to his back was the greatsword that has seen the blood of many, it's size weighing the weary Voko out. But he had to move on, his own life depended on it so much. He blocked out the cold and thought of his family, in dire need of food that he carried in the sack clasped in his numb hands. The desperation urged him on faster, working his tired muscles extensively through the evergrowing blizzard nature had created.
a little paragraph I guess not too good but ahhh well.