Creative writing

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Hey guys,

I know we have a stories section here, but it's game related and I figured, since we're all writers in a way we could have a thread where can share some of our own stuff - poetry, short stories, songs, etc. I know reading other people's creations give me inspiration.

 

I figure most people will be shy to share something as personal as poetry or their own works, so I'll go first. Hopefully that'll help some of you come out of your shell.

 

Vigil

I stood astride the crumbling parapets, here.

Adrift in visions dredged from years ago as plain as tears.

Where now the sparrows gaily skyward cry,

Remains behind my eyes a rain of lead-born malice flying

destined yet to fall.

 

A spy abreast the dented mortars, piled near.

Married stone to steel, enveloped in the rust of years.

Their desperate purpose is allayed now,

Though time has dulled my hearing, connonades ring in my ears

as clear as they are foul.

 

The threat of specters is pedestrian, I feel.

The spirits haunt naught but our memories and fears.

But whispers jasmine-scented eddies yield.

They conjure old rememberance, youth, a patriotic sense

Which greater men appeal.

 

Carefree laughter breaks my reverie, then.

Cresting in my ears, delivered from a service person.

Briefly considered I approaching him.

But in my heart I knew where I to then impart my truths

He'd scoff and flash a grin.

 

My hands abscond to jacket pockets then, and,

My shoulders bow against the cold and biter biting wind.

My feet like feral things themselves away, now.

And with my face obtuse to warmth and springtime's charming hues

To home am I conveyed.

 

To return another day.

 

Alright, whose next?

[Imoutgoodbye]

(reserved for May 15th)

[Iyorvin]

Wow, well done. I actually watered up a bit.

[Imoutgoodbye]

"One cup!" hissed Lisa.

"Half a cup!" yelled Lena.

 

The two half-sisters glared at each other over the kitchen island.  If not for the glaring, the scene could have been serene.  Two women, one dark haired and the other light, wearing white aprons in a modern kitchen.  The island was black marble with white zigs and zags tearing throughout.  Two large orange bowls sat on it along with a bag of flour and granulated white and brown sugars.  Lisa, the dark haired woman, stabbs the spatula into the air spitting, "Dearest sister, it requires a full cup of apple seeds to extract the right amount of cyanide to kill a man.  Which one of us has the biology degree here?"  

Lena turns away, mulling over the darkness in her coffee cup, pondering, "Which one of us actually came up with the idea to use apple seeds in the first place?  It is my literary degree that gives rise to the creativity of your pathetic biology concentration."  Glancing at Lisa, she turns to open the fridge, mumbling, "Wasteful whore," as she pulls out a half gallon of whole milk.

 

Lisa sighs, her frame showing resignation as she lets the spatula fall to her side.  "All right," she agrees, "Perhaps it is overkill to use that much.  I just want to make certain that the pig gets what is coming to him."  She stops, giggles.  "Where did you say you bought the apples?"  Lena replaces the milk and closes the fridge, a smile playing across her full lips as she answers, "From the farmers market, right from the stand of the woman who has been bobbing for his apple."  Lisa gasps for air from laughing, "Lena, it just kills me to hear you call giving head 'bobbing for apples'.  You are a right wonder sometimes, dear."

 

Lena smiles sadly, bringing the coffee cup to her lips, sipping.  "Yes, that was what he called it the first time we had sex in the apple orchard.  Should have known a man with that many euphemisms for sex acts only had one thing on his mind.  The sex rather than me," she sighs.  Lisa sets the spatula down and walks around the island, putting a comforting arm around her half-sister.  "Don't worry, Lena.  When we're done, he'll never hurt another one again.  Remember, you chose him.  Women are the ones who have the power to begin a relationship and we're the ones with the power to end it.  We Wolfe women stick together and no man crosses a Wolfe woman."

[Pali]

You fail the Bechdel test, Valek.

[Imoutgoodbye]

Read Fun Home:  A Family Tragicomic by Alison Bechdel.  She fails it a few times and the test is named after her.  

[Pali]

I always enjoy a fresh bit of irony before bed.

[ledgerbay]

And what is the bechdel test? I am really curious now.

 

 

couldn't wait I googled it.

[Pali]

I was just teasing Valek. A lot of my favorites fail - the entire original Star Wars trilogy, for example - while I find it amusing that a significant amount of porn passes.