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Ok now i can tell you it's from a book's point of view. As i presume you've read it and you dont find out it's about a bok till the end (which i havent written yet)
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Wow, this is amazing. This is.....wow.
I wrote it yesterday. Any improvements or ideas?
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I need to it's not long enough. I was thinking of adding another monologue of the woman who threw the book away?
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Me neither!!
Wow. That was really good! I kinda felt like that earlier this year but my annoying and sometimes cheerful self keeps me from going into depression. You might want to put in some backstabbing feelings. My brother calls his ex-girlfriends back-stabbing-blood-sucking-she-demons...
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Aegine wrote: "Wow. That was really good! I kinda felt like that earlier this year but my annoying and sometimes cheerful self keeps me from going into depression. You might want to put in some backstabbing feeli..."That's a great idea!
I'm really not that good. I got the idea from my friends. Then it just developed into that. I re-wrote it about 20 times (no exaggeration) I changed bits around and swaped words loads.
Thanks. Just keep writing and don't force it otherwise it won't feel as real. When I write, I sorta write from what my heart says. Corny but it works for me.
I'm trying to do a written version of a musical that I really like, but I don't know where I would post it. Here, it seems like everything is original writings or fanfics, and the only other places that I can think of to post writing is on fanfic sites, but I don't think that what I'm doing counts as a fanfic, either.Any advice?
You can post it here. I don't think anyone would mind. I wouldn't mind reading it.
That was awesome. I would post some of my stuff, like the Post-Modernist story I wrote for English, but I don't want anyone to steal my stuff and publish it as their own.Maybe you could add a passage about when the woman first saw the book...?
Wow that's really good Rachel! And Summer, you need to post some of your stuff on here too! You're good too!
Thanks, Aegine! I'm glad you liked it. Do you have any advice?
Yeah, but Aegine, if I get published like Fox wants me to, people here might not believe it's mine. D:I did post this: http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/4...
But that was a poem from the end of last school year.
You can be really scary sometimes O_O I'm sorry I wrote that Grammer Nazi poem in the first place! And people won't doubt you because you're too smart and too quiet to lie about that.
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Hehe. It was supposed to be poking fun of myself and intimidating at the same time. Thanks.
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Summer wrote: "Hehe. It was supposed to be poking fun of myself and intimidating at the same time. Thanks."Hopefully, Geek Boy won't read this and run off screaming. (Summer has a boyfriend! I'm so proud!)
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Here it is:
I can’t believe the missus just left me! We’d been together for ten years, yet here I am, forgotten. Doesn’t she remember our adventures? We laughed, we cried, and I never left her side. Despite our unique bond, I’ve slowly faded from her vision. And now I realise, I am invisible to her. I feel broken, like I’ve been torn apart. Abandoned, discarded for a ‘newer model’.
So here I lay, my skin wrinkled with age. It’s queer how my outside deteriorates as time goes by, yet on the inside I remain unchanged. My voice, my words still the same.
Five excruciating days passed by and I sit here still. I don’t feel dejected, nor do I feel elated. I’m overwhelmed with numbness. This is a pain in itself, inferior to anything I have ever felt. The nothingness inside my building up until I feel I’m in a coma. I’m still alive but every minute that goes by I slowly fade away. Darkness is consuming me; no longer do my words have any meaning to me. At first I tried to fight the dark but I no longer saw reason, so I let go and fell deep into the ominous gloom. After all, why should one exist when there is no one to share things with?
Me and my missus would stay up well into the night together until eventually she’d fall into slumber. I’d lay by her side as still as I could, not wanting to wake her. But if the window was left open, I couldn’t help but shiver. The intimacy we shared was the unsurpassed part. I can almost feel my missus’ fingertips cascading down my spine, her sweet breath caressing my face. But of course these are no longer; it is only memories that linger.