Thanks Wufei.
Sorry I haven't checked this thread for some time... I'll add more to my stories but it will be some time from now because I'll be leaving for boot camp and tech training at the end of the month. Not to mention I've picked up AMVs as a hobby too...
Writing
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Corran
- Joined: Mon Oct 14, 2002 7:40 pm
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Kamoc
- Joined: Sun Mar 31, 2002 9:03 am
“Are you listening to me Mr. Cowling?”
“What?”
The class giggled. I would’ve too, that is if I hadn’t been on the receiving end of some kind of odd attempt at humor from my 9th grade English teacher. She leaned forward, expecting more of an argument to come from my mouth, or to merely test the ground to see if she needed to staple my ears open with a loud (and quite long) rant about how I “Should pay attention more in class”. She gradually brought herself away from my face, at which time I let out a gentle sigh of relief in my head. Paying attention is pretty exhausting work, but not doing it is even harder.
“Do I need to explain what we’re doing again Bob?”
“Not really, but why are we doing this again?”
She turned a little red. Usually a sign of ‘impatience’, or, as I like to call it, ‘more homework’.
“To see how far you’ve come from there. If you don’t like it you can take it up with the principle.”
The manila folder flinched in her old hands as if they wanted to get away from her as much as I did. She put the papers on my desk, and dully went along talking to other kids and explaining to them why we had to do this. The topic wasn’t too extraneous; read your old work, write a few critiques, you’re all set. In fact, I was sort of happy to be doing this. It was more like a ‘trip back to the good ol’ days’ for me.
Smudged on the edges, fraying old papers, classic childish zig-zag cursive writing. Yup, this was genuine. From the 1st grade my teachers had actually collected my works of art into this gigantic folder! And to think that I never knew this was going on behind my back. I imagined a gaggle of old people using rubber gloves to examine my work, try to make sense of it, and put it gently back into that manila folder. The same one that lay in my hands now like a big surprise birthday present someone forgot to give to me about three years ago.
I tried getting that image out of my head and succeeded on the first try (old ladies usually don’t scamper into my head too often). I began tearing through the memories, trying my hardest to keep those papers in one piece. Tediously reading them and writing as fast as I could before that dismissal bell rung to let us freshmen out for the day without skipping huge grammatical errors and just plain weird stories. “What I Would Do if I was Invissable for One Day is that I would Go Home and Make Maccarronni an Chees.” was one of my particular favorites.
Thirty minutes to go and I was only half-way done with my writing. I tried hurrying things up a bit, but I just couldn’t help it. Reading this stuff was like something I had waited for my entire youth. It was like I wrote this stuff on purpose just to freak myself out when I read them seriously later in my lifetime. I set down the ‘Invissable Maccarronni’ essay and picked up the next tiny ripped paper. From the look of it, I was in either 1st or 2nd grade when I wrote this three-page beauty. I held it up and stared at it.
“Bobby Cowlin
Jason and I had fun today. Jason is my best friend!”
Wow, that was awesome! I smirked as I perused to the lower half of the paper, looking for the rest of it. My mind wandered a bit as I found the last portion. Jason? I don’t know any Jason, and as far as I know, I never did. Where did I find this friend? I wonder how he’s doing now.
Then, my heart sunk as I read the final part of my 1st grade journal entry.
“I will never forget him.”
Jason? Why Jason? Surely I could’ve said some other name then and been let off the hook from this cruel past. Who was Jason? I don’t know any Jason! Why did I say that?
My mind raced as I tried to find some answer, any answer at all that would help me explain what happened nine years ago that made me say such a thing. An ear-piercing screech penetrated my head as I tried franticly to recover something I’d lost a long, long time ago. Everyone in the room seemed to just get up and go away as I fixed all my attention on this Jason character while simultaneously coaxing my inner-child to come out and play.
By the time I realized what was going on, it was 3:25. Five minutes after the dismissal bell rang. My teacher glared at me, half concerned and half irritated as to why I had chosen today to stay after school. I looked at her, gave the motion that I was not staying after, and collected my jacket and books, all the time thinking about that damned paper. Why did it choose today to mess with me?
I treated it with great care as I put it back in its manila coffin, reading that line over and over and over again all the while. Walking toward the classroom door, I felt that it was my duty to find out who Jason was, no-matter how hard he was to track down. And yet, at the same time, I felt I was obligated to leave them both alone; Jason and me.
Sometimes I hear them, too. Sometimes they won’t shut up, and sometimes they won’t talk. Sometimes they listen, and other times they’re off playing together.
I wish I’d paid attention that day.
I really do.
“What?”
The class giggled. I would’ve too, that is if I hadn’t been on the receiving end of some kind of odd attempt at humor from my 9th grade English teacher. She leaned forward, expecting more of an argument to come from my mouth, or to merely test the ground to see if she needed to staple my ears open with a loud (and quite long) rant about how I “Should pay attention more in class”. She gradually brought herself away from my face, at which time I let out a gentle sigh of relief in my head. Paying attention is pretty exhausting work, but not doing it is even harder.
“Do I need to explain what we’re doing again Bob?”
“Not really, but why are we doing this again?”
She turned a little red. Usually a sign of ‘impatience’, or, as I like to call it, ‘more homework’.
“To see how far you’ve come from there. If you don’t like it you can take it up with the principle.”
The manila folder flinched in her old hands as if they wanted to get away from her as much as I did. She put the papers on my desk, and dully went along talking to other kids and explaining to them why we had to do this. The topic wasn’t too extraneous; read your old work, write a few critiques, you’re all set. In fact, I was sort of happy to be doing this. It was more like a ‘trip back to the good ol’ days’ for me.
Smudged on the edges, fraying old papers, classic childish zig-zag cursive writing. Yup, this was genuine. From the 1st grade my teachers had actually collected my works of art into this gigantic folder! And to think that I never knew this was going on behind my back. I imagined a gaggle of old people using rubber gloves to examine my work, try to make sense of it, and put it gently back into that manila folder. The same one that lay in my hands now like a big surprise birthday present someone forgot to give to me about three years ago.
I tried getting that image out of my head and succeeded on the first try (old ladies usually don’t scamper into my head too often). I began tearing through the memories, trying my hardest to keep those papers in one piece. Tediously reading them and writing as fast as I could before that dismissal bell rung to let us freshmen out for the day without skipping huge grammatical errors and just plain weird stories. “What I Would Do if I was Invissable for One Day is that I would Go Home and Make Maccarronni an Chees.” was one of my particular favorites.
Thirty minutes to go and I was only half-way done with my writing. I tried hurrying things up a bit, but I just couldn’t help it. Reading this stuff was like something I had waited for my entire youth. It was like I wrote this stuff on purpose just to freak myself out when I read them seriously later in my lifetime. I set down the ‘Invissable Maccarronni’ essay and picked up the next tiny ripped paper. From the look of it, I was in either 1st or 2nd grade when I wrote this three-page beauty. I held it up and stared at it.
“Bobby Cowlin
Jason and I had fun today. Jason is my best friend!”
Wow, that was awesome! I smirked as I perused to the lower half of the paper, looking for the rest of it. My mind wandered a bit as I found the last portion. Jason? I don’t know any Jason, and as far as I know, I never did. Where did I find this friend? I wonder how he’s doing now.
Then, my heart sunk as I read the final part of my 1st grade journal entry.
“I will never forget him.”
Jason? Why Jason? Surely I could’ve said some other name then and been let off the hook from this cruel past. Who was Jason? I don’t know any Jason! Why did I say that?
My mind raced as I tried to find some answer, any answer at all that would help me explain what happened nine years ago that made me say such a thing. An ear-piercing screech penetrated my head as I tried franticly to recover something I’d lost a long, long time ago. Everyone in the room seemed to just get up and go away as I fixed all my attention on this Jason character while simultaneously coaxing my inner-child to come out and play.
By the time I realized what was going on, it was 3:25. Five minutes after the dismissal bell rang. My teacher glared at me, half concerned and half irritated as to why I had chosen today to stay after school. I looked at her, gave the motion that I was not staying after, and collected my jacket and books, all the time thinking about that damned paper. Why did it choose today to mess with me?
I treated it with great care as I put it back in its manila coffin, reading that line over and over and over again all the while. Walking toward the classroom door, I felt that it was my duty to find out who Jason was, no-matter how hard he was to track down. And yet, at the same time, I felt I was obligated to leave them both alone; Jason and me.
Sometimes I hear them, too. Sometimes they won’t shut up, and sometimes they won’t talk. Sometimes they listen, and other times they’re off playing together.
I wish I’d paid attention that day.
I really do.
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Wufei
- Joined: Tue Feb 04, 2003 9:15 pm
- Location: Space
yeah Lyrs i know what you mean, but just about the only way you wouldn't be reading it off a computer screen is if you printed it off. but i know what you mean, it does get kinda annoying sometimes. although if you consider that a lot of text than you may want to skip my other short stories once i post them, since well, the first one was the very shortest. thank you though.
Dammit all Summa! see you're just like my sister, i wish i could write poetry like that. oh well. ya know i didn't really think that scene one part one was really goth angsty or anything like that and if anyone considers it so, tough for them. i haven't gotten around to reading all of them yet though. i've just read scene 1, and your song. i liked that too. i sorta wished i coulda heard you sing it though just so it sounds better than in my head, cuz i don't think my brain is doing it justice.
the paragraph wasn't that bad chaotic. just expand upon it and it would probably be better. and as for all people i usually peer response on things is beware the little grammatical errors. i know i make them too hell half the time i just cut out entire words on accident, but my eng teacher says a couple aren't bad but a few become an annoyance.
don't worry about it corran, you got some big things going on i can understand that. boot camp huh? what branch? myself i've been thinking of going air force for at least 4 years. that's cool tell me when you make your first amv unless you already have. i've been thinking about it too, but i don't have any good video editing stuff on my comp. oh well.
so i think something like next week i'll post my the second story i wrote. and if there is a certain way you'd rather receive these since like i've established i know it may be annoying for some people to read a couple pages worth of text on this thing, than tell me please. well, Sayonara.
Dammit all Summa! see you're just like my sister, i wish i could write poetry like that. oh well. ya know i didn't really think that scene one part one was really goth angsty or anything like that and if anyone considers it so, tough for them. i haven't gotten around to reading all of them yet though. i've just read scene 1, and your song. i liked that too. i sorta wished i coulda heard you sing it though just so it sounds better than in my head, cuz i don't think my brain is doing it justice.
the paragraph wasn't that bad chaotic. just expand upon it and it would probably be better. and as for all people i usually peer response on things is beware the little grammatical errors. i know i make them too hell half the time i just cut out entire words on accident, but my eng teacher says a couple aren't bad but a few become an annoyance.
don't worry about it corran, you got some big things going on i can understand that. boot camp huh? what branch? myself i've been thinking of going air force for at least 4 years. that's cool tell me when you make your first amv unless you already have. i've been thinking about it too, but i don't have any good video editing stuff on my comp. oh well.
so i think something like next week i'll post my the second story i wrote. and if there is a certain way you'd rather receive these since like i've established i know it may be annoying for some people to read a couple pages worth of text on this thing, than tell me please. well, Sayonara.
Fighting weak oponents leaves me feeling so empty inside.
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Propyro
- Joined: Tue Mar 11, 2003 9:09 am
- Location: Ontario
if you go to my web page i ahve a writing section. I have my strange ass poems there, and my strange flash fiction. I think the link shoud be at the mottom of my post ... if not then just go to www.geocities.com/laughing_fools_life/front_page.html oh, and my page is also a journal ... nothing amazing, just a bunch of crap i write when i'm bored. if you do visit, please sign my guest book, for the past while my site's been sort of dead ... i kinda stopped updating it for a while and people started thinking that it died ... but it's not...
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Propyro
- Joined: Tue Mar 11, 2003 9:09 am
- Location: Ontario
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chaoticstormbringer
- Joined: Fri Feb 28, 2003 1:21 am
I hate writing scrypts... I want to at least one day make my own anime... But doing that is so damn hard... you have to have a story and well i can't express anime as well in writing as I do in drawings... But I can't draw... heh, I should be able to but its so hard to learn when you have five million other things to do.
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Wufei
- Joined: Tue Feb 04, 2003 9:15 pm
- Location: Space
well kamoc that was pretty good. it almost sounds like a journal entry or something. if you've ever read the 10th grade by joseph weisberg than you would know what i mean. still it was good. was it an excert from a larger story or like a short story? if it was something you just cooked up in the time you put the post up i hate you. off subject, no offense but you're avatar is sorta scary.
you know chaotic, if you really want to someday make your own anime, you just gotta sit down and do the crap you hate doing. and even if you can't draw well just be the director i mean you feed your artistic ideas to people who can express them in words and drawing. you should just try. i mean half the stories i write, not the short ones, but the ones i actually try to write out, i can't describe action and such all that great so the only way i could see it done is in like a comic or something with actual visuals in it. unfortunately i can't draw either and i'm very closed off about my long stories. still you should go for it.
i really liked adamo luna, pyro. and you're right if somebody didn't know what it was about, well they're a bit slow. you have really great poems, i mean i wish i could elaborate but i'm not too good on elaboration on things that i like for some reason. i haven't gotten to the flash stuff yet though but i will. damn so many peoples things to catch up on i really gotta set aside some day to it.
so i'll get to all of your writing again over the week probably sorry there's just so much to do, and i'm kinda busy with some things in school like my damn law class and arranging a schedule. so sorry all. Sayonara.
you know chaotic, if you really want to someday make your own anime, you just gotta sit down and do the crap you hate doing. and even if you can't draw well just be the director i mean you feed your artistic ideas to people who can express them in words and drawing. you should just try. i mean half the stories i write, not the short ones, but the ones i actually try to write out, i can't describe action and such all that great so the only way i could see it done is in like a comic or something with actual visuals in it. unfortunately i can't draw either and i'm very closed off about my long stories. still you should go for it.
i really liked adamo luna, pyro. and you're right if somebody didn't know what it was about, well they're a bit slow. you have really great poems, i mean i wish i could elaborate but i'm not too good on elaboration on things that i like for some reason. i haven't gotten to the flash stuff yet though but i will. damn so many peoples things to catch up on i really gotta set aside some day to it.
so i'll get to all of your writing again over the week probably sorry there's just so much to do, and i'm kinda busy with some things in school like my damn law class and arranging a schedule. so sorry all. Sayonara.
Fighting weak oponents leaves me feeling so empty inside.
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Neptune L`amour
- Joined: Mon Apr 01, 2002 10:40 pm
- Location: Canby, Oregon
Hey Kamoc that was really good, very readable.
Well if you all like here's the links to the two Tenchi fanfics I've finished. I'm something of a fanfiction nut, I like writing them more then writing origonal stuff.
http://www.tmffa.com/fanfic.html?id=1227
Honestly this one isn't yet finished to my staisfaction, the ending is a little blah, but it plays into the second part nicely.
http://www.tmffa.com/fanfic.html?id=1202
This one I like, but it's kinda main stream.
Well if you all like here's the links to the two Tenchi fanfics I've finished. I'm something of a fanfiction nut, I like writing them more then writing origonal stuff.
http://www.tmffa.com/fanfic.html?id=1227
Honestly this one isn't yet finished to my staisfaction, the ending is a little blah, but it plays into the second part nicely.
http://www.tmffa.com/fanfic.html?id=1202
This one I like, but it's kinda main stream.
"I'm not racist, and that gives me the right to make fun of many, many races." - Adam Corola
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Wufei
- Joined: Tue Feb 04, 2003 9:15 pm
- Location: Space
well that sounds cool dude, somewhat cowboy bebob like? yeah one of my real stories i started but never got around to continuing it. i based it and all my other stories on dreams i have. if only i could remember in full what i dream about it would make it a lot easier. oh well. so you're doing it for your senior project? hmmm..i don't think they'd let us just write a story in our school it has to be based on research and stuff, so i know i'm probably going to hate it. oh well, you should post some of your works if you find the time sir.
sorry neptune i haven't read your fanfics yet but i have them bookmarked and i'll get to them soon i hope. i just figured it would only be fair to go in order since i've had a bunch of other people's stuff sitting up there waiting to be read.
speaking of which, corran, i just got done reading what you have of IF. that was a great story. i realllly hope you get a chance to finish it up soon cuz i look forward to seeing everything play out. i got a question for you though. as the writer do you have a favorite character in your own story? i gotta say personally for whatever reasons i like jake more than the rest of them. and i got a question about the last chapter you worked on but it can wait since it'll probably make sense later anyways right? alright well, so for those of you that i still haven't gotten to i will and another apology. hopefully i'll get a few more of them done friday. so until then, Sayonara.
sorry neptune i haven't read your fanfics yet but i have them bookmarked and i'll get to them soon i hope. i just figured it would only be fair to go in order since i've had a bunch of other people's stuff sitting up there waiting to be read.
speaking of which, corran, i just got done reading what you have of IF. that was a great story. i realllly hope you get a chance to finish it up soon cuz i look forward to seeing everything play out. i got a question for you though. as the writer do you have a favorite character in your own story? i gotta say personally for whatever reasons i like jake more than the rest of them. and i got a question about the last chapter you worked on but it can wait since it'll probably make sense later anyways right? alright well, so for those of you that i still haven't gotten to i will and another apology. hopefully i'll get a few more of them done friday. so until then, Sayonara.
Fighting weak oponents leaves me feeling so empty inside.