The one who writes for necessity
obligation, vocation or vanity.
The one who disappears giving chance
to the text to stand out.
The one who is a Best seller
And the anonymous as well.
who writes true literature
and virtual ones
I can remember it as if it were yesterday. The thought of the-- incident-- even now makes my blood run cold, as if a thousand cold invisible fingers running over my body. This old diner that smells of old grease and staleness also reminds me of another like it in my past. Believe...
LOL. That's my BIG problem. I write down all my thoughts for a novel out of order and in strange vernacular so my editor's head just pops off. She only deals with me because she loves my work, so I guess the talent outshines the mania. This is for Married to Madness. Google it.
filling the village sounds of screaming and violent yelling was everywhere. I looked around to see what was going on men in odd clothing was ravaging the village burning houses children was being slaughtered in the street blood soaking the dirt road I watched in my hiding place...
Part Three - Chapter One Hundred Eighty-Eight
Christmas, 1964. We had finally succeeded in pinning Jimmy down in coming by the house to welcome his new sister-in-law. I didn't make mention of the coming child, but when Jimmy demurred, I got on his case but...
Part Three - Chapter One Hundred Ninety-Two
I always figured the Lord compensated us in mysterious ways for the travesties He visited us with.
The baby situation, for instance, was rectified when Mary Jane discovered she was again expecting. I thought it was...
in case any monster was hiding there, waiting to grab my hand as it fell over the side of the bed while I slept.
When I grew up a bit, I didn't need to check for monsters anywhere because I wouldn't find them. I knew they were in my head, creeping through my thoughts as the sun...
Part Three - Chapter One Hundred Ninety-Three
Mary Jane seemed to turn philosophical in the loss of her first child - especially since she was carrying her second so soon.
"I must have done something wrong, Lori," she said,over and over. "I don't know what it...
My son, Matthew, is a computer genius. Last week he gave me the latest version of his newest invention, a Computer Assisted Writing software program called CAW 2011. In a few minutes he’d loaded the software into my computer.
"Hello," my computer said...
Serendipity is a word that makes my stomach churn in distaste and disgust; its greedy claws grasp at its victims and cloud their resolves until they lead foolish lives. Its allies are fear and faith and together, they wind their spell of false hopes and dreams...
The Teardrop Prison
Inside a teardrop looking out The joy and happiness inside See the pain and sorrow Surrounding, retaining surface tension
The drop does not fall The triumphal, salient feeling inside Moves the drop on its slide down Descending the cheek of humanity
poems and sermons. I started writing songs when I was around 12. When I was in high school I realized I was good at poems too because I would have assignments on writing poems and the teachers would love them and I would be an example to the class. I would finish my poem within...
Part Three - Chapter One Hundred Eighty-One
We didn't have much of a breather between Mary Jane's graduation and the following weekend's Indiana wedding ceremony that her father had insisted on.
As Bobby's intended followed her sister (Paula was her maid of...
Part Three - Chapter One Hundred Eighty-Two
It was hot. SO hot that I swore the entire state of Indiana was affected. It probably was.
More than anything, I wanted OUT. I wanted to go HOME. However, we had things to do first.
We took the bridal couple to an...
Part Three - Chapter One Hundred Eighty-Three
Bobby and Mary Jane came home about mid-morning on Friday. They, too, were relieved to be out of the relentless heat of the farmland countryside.
"I'd forgotten how wonderful a springtime can be," Mary Jane...
Part Three - Chapter One Hundred Eighty-Seven
Bobby spent most of his spare time checking out places to begin raising his new family. Mary Jane wanted to go with him, but she was beginning to feel her condition now in several different ways. She was sometimes...
I used to write when I was younger and had more time on my hands. This is something that I wrote and shared with my girlfriend long before she became my wife:Do what's right.PLEASE do what is in your best interest.DON'T stay because of me.GO.I will always love you.
How do you...
Stepping on to the chair
Hardly breathing now
Waiting for the day that you'll kick the chair
Because what you didn't know is that I wasn't falling back then
I was jumping
I was the one who stood at the end of that cliff
And I should've hit the ground...
Part Three - Chapter One Hundred Eighty-Five
Bobby and Mary Jane's wedding day in Pennsylvania - June, 1964.
I helped Mary Jane get ready out of sight of her husband. Although they were already legally married, she had returned the rented gown and donned the...
intelligence . A top secret research lab existed on a distant Jupiter moon . For a thousand years the Martian terra forming project had created new earth . More distant planets were undergoing tera forming projects. Each one recreating earth on barren planets. Twenty thousand...
Today was the day my sister, cousins and I decided to go parasailing. We only had two more days in Myrtle Beach, we had to live it up.
The four of us headed down the beach to sign up. Then we signed our waivers and headed to get our life jackets and...
simply because I want to try out lots of things. One of the only things I ever allowed myself to be proud of was my ability to write. In middle school I had a really great English teacher and two periods of English for some reason. She was cool in the way she would read us...
For what seems almost a year i've been suffering from a major writers block if I got lucky i could wright a page...maybe. Last monday (11/18/13) I found myself in the mental ward. I stayed there almost a week but not quite. Any ways while i was there i found myself a "inmate...
though, far bigger and brighter than any ever to be seen, and this is what made the magic come alive.
Underneath the moon, you could see a girl in a majestic silver bubble, with glistening silver smoke, floating away as it sparkled across the skies. What lay ahead for this...
Part Three - Chapter One Hundred Ninety
As 1964 became 1965, I wished in church and at night that my sons would get together in the name of family harmony. I hated when family was fighting over anything - a trivial reason only made things worse.
The punctuation needs some work, sorry for that, well..this really.
[A sea of deep red
Crashes upon itself in swells,
The ship is shattered,
It now floats in pieces scattered.
The few survivors
Are all out of breath,
Their lungs are...
Part Three - Chapter One Hundred Eighty-Nine
Christmas, 1964 was spoiled. I looked at Mary Jane's almost untouched dinner and sighed. Bobby was still up with Mary Jane in her room, offering comfort. It was just Robert and me as we cleared the table.
There is a slight history to this story; there is also a reason why it is vague in some aspects. Hopefully not to vague for the reader to not be too bored by it :)
“Nieyma, is that you?” She looked over at me a moment longer; her brain scrounging...
Part Three - Chapter One Hundred Ninety-Six
We all went out right from church to see the wunderbar house that Bobby had found in Camp Hill.
As we pulled up in front, I thought it was a wondrous place, too. Slightly smaller than our home on the east shore, but...
If I am just a little room to you,
Then wipe your feet.
Take off your shoes..
As a matter of fact,
I want to get prints
on every corner you've preyed.
If you are a predator;
Tell me why I have to be afraid of a Hummingbird with a...
There, in the tail of that comma, in that ethereal silent pause between whispered words, we are suspended in a universe of our own making. I pirouette on your full-stop period and leap onto your curvaceous parenthesis. I caress its hard sensuous curve and coax it to unleash...
who I would define as a seeker.
A seeker is someone looking. Not necessarily someone who finds. Nor someone who knows what they are looking for. It is simply for whom his life is a quest.
One day a seeker felt he had to go to the city of Kammir. He had learned to pay...
Part Three - Chapter One Hundred Ninety-One
Mary Jane was inconsolable. To be so sick for so long, then bear a daughter instead of the son she wanted, only to lose her...it was punishment beyond belief.
The priest was called before they took the baby away...
This will probably make more sense to people that play videogames, nonetheless, I hope whoever reads it finds it a bit humorous :D
Life is a new MMORPG, that is, Massively Multiplayer Online Role-playing Game, on a scale that is larger and more intricate than any other game on...
The first time I wrote creatively, my pencil began to glow and words danced from it, being given corporeal form. They thanked me for freeing them, and I said "How can you talk anyway? You don't have mouths."
One word, which I believe may have been either "draconian", or...
Part Three - Chapter One Hundred Seventy-Nine
Mary Jane's graduation day - May, 1964.
The heat, according to the weather forecaster,had lessened a little bit (a cool ninety degrees) but the atmosphere inside four walls was still almost unbearably sticky and...
once upon a time there was a dollgirl. She was very, very sad. her hair fell out sometimes. she lived on a shelf. it was very high and very narrow. sometimes she would fall. it took her a long time to get back up to her shelf. but she knew she had to or else the dog would come in...
Part Three - Chapter One Hundred Eighty-Four
Mary Jane ate hungrily - as always. She knew I liked to see that people enjoyed my cooking and made the most of it.
"Oh, this is WONDERFUL," she said, over and over, several times with her mouth full. "You can't...
Part Three - Chapter One Hundred Ninety-Four
I watched the car pull away from the curb, then closed the door and went back to the couch, still stunned over the refusal of my daughter-in-law to let me hold the baby. I had forgotten about Mary Jane's presence in...
Part Three - Chapter One Hundred Eighty-Six
Bobby and Mary Jane came back from their mountain resort a few days earlier than they planned. Far from being disappointed, our daughter-in -law was radiant.
"We're going to have a baby," she burbled happily."Isn't...
When you would die for thos who are not worth crying for
When you wake up to your own thoughts rather than to the sunlight
When your brightest days are as grey as your darkest days
When you shut the door so no one can hear you cry yourself to sleep
When thos who knew...
Here are 20 Writing Prompts, you are invited to tackle 'em and share 'em...
1. Pick the person you most want to see in the world right now. Write a monologue or a letter to that person and then continue the story.
2. Write a scene between your parents (living or deceased...
bedroom window when my dad and what feels like the world is asleep. It makes me feel safe and difiant somehow. Like I'm slowly crossing the bridge between who I have to be for the sake of my parents and the world and who I am inside. A person breaking off from a home I will one...
so I'm trying that.
"Come on (one syllable nickname)! Are you gonna get up and enjoy South Carolina with us?"
'**** you, I have my period and feel like sh*t,' I thought. "Mm hm," I mumbled. He slammed the door of my bedroom shut.
That was my 20 year old body...
Part Three - Chapter One Hundred Eighty
As Bobby came up to me, I noticed the red color suffusing his face - a dangerous looking red. I hoped he wasn't feeling the heat excessively.
"What did Paula have to say?" I asked, innocently enough.
Part Three - Chapter One Hundred Ninety-Five
Bobby came home in an absolutely ebullient mood. He raced into the kitchen, where Mary Jane and I were having a last cup of warmed-over, boiled-over coffee, and lifted his wife out of her chair, hugging her tightly...
a book. I've been looking for people that have a passion for writing and that are just starting—like me. The goal would be to work with a group of awesome writers in which the object would be to get a good promotion, recognition. I don't mean necessarily working on the same...
I awake in the dark
no breath, no heartbeat
just the absence of you.
I wander the house
where did you go?
I know what I need to do.
I’ll go after him
and see for myself
just this once......
what pulls him away from...
Well,ı think it is time to tell about me a little:) A lot of people who ı am friends with ask me why ı didnt write somethings about myself. For nearly 2,5 years ı have been a member in here. ı like this site indeed.My name is Emre.ı live in Turkey but ı was born in...