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After Psychosis posted the beginings of his short story in another thread I thought to myself, "Those damned visiual artists have their own thread, we writers need one." And here it is. Post your written works, no matter what format. I'll start off by posting my poem that I posted in another thread. Criticisms welcome.

Perfection
I see your eyes in the stars,
Your face is etched in the clouds,
Your voice?,
The wind,
Whispering,
In my ear,
As it,
blows,
Your sweet kiss,
A raindrop,
Your fingers are the grass,
Caressing my face as,
I lie entranced in your loving gaze,
Because you are of me,
You are of my Diety,
The one Divine work of perfection,
How can I deserve it?

Christina Lynn Dean

Copyright ?2005 Christina Lynn Dean

The copyright is wrong, I wrote this in 2000. My transcendentalist self showing a bit. I would like to hear people's interpretaions of this poem. Several people have gotten several different things. I might tell you what it's about, or I might not. wink

Linen- Stop writing in French. No one likes a Frenchie. wink

Why thank you! This one was published and I won a Young Writers award. *gloats*

Hughes is great. I'm not good at writing overly long stuff. I'm good with poetry, short stories, and essays. When I get long it gets drawn out and yuckie. I start to ramble.

You must post your revised story in here when it is done. smile

Okay, here's a teaser.

The swirling colors of the club, the pulsating lights, the deep thudding of the beat, the music filled his senses with wonder. He stood there on the dance floor listening to one of the best sets ever, it was him spinning but he was out there on the dance floor. He moved to the music and cracked the glowsticks. They shined brightly as he began to move them to the beat, swirling them. Just when one of the big moments in one of his songs was about to come, it was interrupted by "Good morning everybody! The time is 7 o'clock and my my what a wonderful day it is!"

Justin sat up in bed, frowning as he was interrupted from his reverie. He blinked slowly, and opened the shades on his windows. Briefly blinded by the sudden ambient light, it took a few blinks to get used to it. Looking around the white washed room he called his own, it seemed a little alien to him from the dream which had had just awoken from. Posters of Che Guevara, John Digweed, Tiesto, Hybrid, BT, Bob Marley, rave flyers, pictures of him and his friends, and a few pictures from parties and of local DJs littered the walls, things that grabbed some sort of familiarity and brought him back to the real. He hit his alarm clock/radio off and muttered a few curses about school and early mornings under his breath.

After a few moments of letting the life return to his limbs, he swung his legs out over the edge of the bed. His feet touching the cool floor woke him up a little more. Standing, he moved over to his dresser and opened it grabbing a pair of boxers, and sliding the drawer closed. He shuffled over to his closet and flung the door open. Stepping in, he assessed the situation, gauging what he wanted to wear. He reached out and grabbed a pair of baggy cargo pants, a loose tee shirt that said "UVPS – United Vinyl Preservation Society," and an over shirt. Swinging his closet door closed, he bundled his clothing in his arms and came out of his room.
"Hi Justin!" His mom said cheerfully as she went about her morning chores.
"Merr." Was the response from him, something befitting the sound of a zombie from some cheap horror film, which could be translated to, "Good morning."
His mother, knowing the routine, smiled and went back to taking the dirty laundry down stairs, and then she would continue on to make breakfast, waiting for the family to be assembled in the morning.

He trudged over to the bathroom and reached out to the knob. "********," he murmured as he saw it was closed and heard the shower running. He raised his fist and banged on the door twice.
"Hey, Dad?" He shouted out.
"No, loser, leave me alone." The voice of a young boy sounded back.
"C'mon Mikey, I gotta get to class, get out of the shower or I'll make the rest of your life a living hell."
"Jerk off loooooser," was the reply from inside.
Justin just frowned, and leaned against the wall. Before he knew it, he had drifted off back into sleep.
Rude awakening, "Your turn looooooser," he heard his little brother answer. His response was to strike out with his arm, pushing his little brother’s head a little bit. While he mumbled, "You're lucky I graduated last year, otherwise I’d be froshing your a** next."
He walked into the humid bathroom; the warmth and wetness making him want to sleep again. Why did his brother have to take hot showers, it was spring, sunny and warm outside, whatever.
He neatly hung his clothes, and stripped out of his boxers, throwing them in the hamper. Sliding the shower curtain aside, he turned the shower on, swinging the handle to a lukewarm.
He sat there underneath the showerhead for a moment letting the water soak him letting it wake him up. He shook his head, letting his hair flail out a little bit, and stretched out. Opening his mouth he let the water fill his mouth, and then sloshed it around, finally spraying it out. The coolness of the water invigorated him, the warmth letting his muscles relax. Taking in a deep breath, letting the moist air slide down his throat into his lungs, he smiled broadly to himself "It's Friday, finally it’s Friday," he said out loud.

This was not any Friday however, to Justin this was the Friday. This Friday was going to be unlike any other one. He smiled as he stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel off the rack. He then quickly dried himself off. Moving in front of the mirror, he stretched out, and peered himself over. Then, reaching over to the counter top he grabbed his razor and some shaving cream. Applying the shaving cream to his face he slowly drew the razor across his skin, making sure to get all the stubble. With a final stretch and a yawn, he washed off his face and reached for his comb. He lightly combed back his hair, and then grabbed the towel. Ruffling it, he managed to spike it slightly, but give it a slightly unkempt look. He then put some gel onto his fingers, and ran his fingers through his hair, smiling at the end result. Then, grabbing his clothes, he quickly put them on.

Just in time he thought as he heard pounding at the door, and a young female voice yell, "Hurry up! I need to get to school!" He opened the door, and smiled sweetly to his little sister, and ruffled her hair, "You look beautiful anyways Mary, don’t worry about it."
She smiled, and said "Yeah, but you're my big brother, I gotta look hot for the other boys."
At this, he rolled his eyes, because as like every big brother he wished he could keep his little sister pure and innocent.

Running into his room, he grabbed socks and his shoes slipping them on his feet. He then crammed his cellphone, keys, and wallet into his pockets and finally grabbed his backpack slinging it over his shoulder. Then quickly ran out again, slamming the door behind him.

Justin almost literally flew down his stairs stumbling on the last one. His mom greeted him at the bottom, and tsked a little, "No running down the stairs young man."
"Yeah, sorry mom!" He replied with a big smile.
"Do you want some breakfast, dear?" She asked with a smile.
He shook his head and smiled "Nah, mom, I’m good thanks anyways!" He then reached out and threw his arms around her, giving her hug.
"By the way…mom…I’m going to probably most likely be gone tonight, I'll be back in the morning though." He give her his biggest smile, and then the doe eyes saying, "No drinking, I promise."
She sighed and rolled her eyes, moving off to the kitchen to get breakfast for the other kids.

Justin opened the door and made his way outside, taking in a deep breath of the air and stretched out. Then thrusting a hand into his pockets he grabbed his car keys and ran to his car. He was in no hurry to get to college, he just wanted the day to get buy quickly. He opened the door to his car and slid in it. He started it up, rolled down all the windows including the sunroof, and popped in his favorite Trance mix.

The rest of the day to Justin was a blurr. He walked through campus with a giant grin on his face. He slept through his first class in the back, and went to study under a tree until his next. In the next class, he just doodled the whole time, with a cheesy grin on his face. Then, he went out to have lunch with a few friends. Finally, his last class, he actually paid attention, for the first half.

When it was done, Justin fled the building like it was on fire. He booked it to the quad where he was supposed to meet his friends. It was only a short run, and once there he slowed down to a walk spied them out. He jogged over to them, and waved. He shook hands, exchanged "sups" and gave a hug or two to the girls. It was a moment of silence. They all looked at each other and smiled, their eyes sparkling and full of hope. Adam, Justin’s best friend was the first one to speak. "It's on tonight, baby?"
Justin grinned, there were a few giggles and some chuckles.
They all seemed to nod, and Justin said, "Hell yeah it's on tonight baby."

I have a few comments, but I think I should withold them ninja

Oh, I meant the "It's not nice to tease a lady" *coughs* *whitles innocently and wanders off* hehe wink

Ohh, you guys, that's awesome whee

The most creative writing I've ever done is written poems about cigarettes

Ode to Belmont Milds
Those precious kingsize ******** taste so good
Make me feel so fine
Ode to Belmont Milds

Ode to Belmont Milds
Their little charcoal filter
I smoke all day
I smoke all night
Ode to Belmont Milds

Ode to Belmont Milds
My freedom from depression
I smoke them all
Then get some more
Ode to Belmont Milds

We should lure Veronika_Xiphosa into this thread, she's an amazing writer, even has some stories published. I'm gonna go PM her now whee

awww thanks jopwie *hugs*

I'll post something up! In fact, I'm gonna write up a poem today and post it later. Article wise a few I can't give out because I ghost wrote them and the people who wrote them do not want people to know who writes for them but i'm sure I'll do up something special for Groovetech smile smile smile

Fractal Sun

Morning comes on the cold winter beach
Then light blocks out the lasers
A new day dawns but still we party on.

The fractal sun rises above the lake
and the sound of flesh hitting sand
as aging hipsters dance thier life away
echos across the water.

in the distance the monkeys wake up
don thier guises, and march
to factories, offices and cubicles
they'll never know, how warm
winter can be.

The silence of life, and music.
The silence of people, and parties.
The silence is deafening.


Just wrote this now. it's about a party in february for the fractal sun.