The Writers Appreciation Thread

You guys are talented writers!

I haven't written a decent poem or story in ages. I did the Write A Book competition in 2004 and won, but I haven't written a story since. As for my songs, I'd be too embarrassed to put them here.

[QUOTE][QUOTENAME]<font color=red>Quonkers wrote: [/QUOTENAME]I did the Write A Book competition in 2004 and won, but I haven't written a story since.[/QUOTE]
Whoa, that's awesome! Great job! :D :D

[QUOTE][QUOTENAME]<font color=blue><b>M a t i a s M a y wrote: [/QUOTENAME]YOUR ASS IS LIKE A ROTTEN APPLE
AND YOUR PUSSY SMELLS LIKE DIRTY PUSSY

YOU'RE A BITCH AND I HATE YOU


Dedicated to my ex girlfriend

=)[/QUOTE]

LMAO! xD xD xD

[QUOTE][QUOTENAME]the_hero wrote: [/QUOTENAME]edited[/QUOTE]

I wish I could write poetry but it all comes out like a Primus song...

HEY FAT MAN
YOU'RE DONE
FUCK OFF
KISS MY ASS


dedicated to my dad


=)

[QUOTE][QUOTENAME]<font color=red>Quonkers wrote: [/QUOTENAME]I haven't written a decent poem or story in ages. I did the Write A Book competition in 2004 and won, but I haven't written a story since. As for my songs, I'd be too embarrassed to put them here.[/QUOTE]

Post it!!!

Don't be embarassed, this is actually the FIRST time i've ever let anyone read anything ive written except 2 people.
Because i was worried about the same thing.
But i duno, something said i should just do it...
So please even for me??? *makes puppy dog eyes and pouty lip*
If not, could u email me one???

Every month
for a few days
your pussy bloods
and you complain a lot

I'd like to kill you
'cuz you're making me crazy
I guess I don't do that
'cuz I'm too lazy

So you better stay away
a bleeding pussy I do not adore
and this is my advise
why don't you get the fuck out, you fucking whore

And while you're there
with the blood coming out
it is your pussy
the one I shall not suck



Dedicated to my lovely Jessica

=)

[QUOTE][QUOTENAME]<font color=blue><b>M a t i a s M a y wrote: [/QUOTENAME]Every month
for a few days
your pussy bloods
and you complain a lot

I'd like to kill you
'cuz you're making me crazy
I guess I don't do that
'cuz I'm too lazy

So you better stay away
a bleeding pussy I do not adore
and this is my advise
why don't you get the fuck out, you fucking whore

And while you're there
with the blood coming out
it is your pussy
the one I shall not suck



Dedicated to my lovely Jessica

=)[/QUOTE]

how....how...whats the word,GRAPHIC!and it doesnt rhyme properly!

ok.... this thread totally went uh.. yea... anywho, before this thread completely disappears... heres something else...
in the words of Monty Python "And now for something completely different"

-- Where Have My Heroes Gone? --
Where have my Heroes Gone?
They left with yesterday
With so much work undone

Don't tell me I'm delusional
Or Wrong
For acting unusual
Wondering where my heroes have gone

Tell me I'm too young
But don't say I can't feel
This, Cause the effects here
Left wounds that can't heal

Where has my love gone?
With my Frozen heart
And with a song unsung

Tell me I'm strange
But dont say crazy
My life's been rearranged
And Things have got'n hazy

Cause all my heroes are gone
Gone with yesterday
And I'm here Alone

[QUOTE][QUOTENAME]<font color=blue><b>M a t i a s M a y wrote: [/QUOTENAME]Every month
for a few days
your pussy bloods
and you complain a lot

I'd like to kill you
'cuz you're making me crazy
I guess I don't do that
'cuz I'm too lazy

So you better stay away
a bleeding pussy I do not adore
and this is my advise
why don't you get the fuck out, you fucking whore

And while you're there
with the blood coming out
it is your pussy
the one I shall not suck



Dedicated to my lovely Jessica

=)[/QUOTE]
ROFLMAO!!!!!!

It means skillful, I believe.

Here's a few of mine :)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Picture-Perfect

Picture perfect, that’s what we were
As far as the eye can see
But when the pretense fell by the wayside
What was left was just you and me

To be on the outside looking in
I’d love for nothing more
For when I look inside the scene
The photo’s shattered on the floor

If I had a rope to escape my fears
You’d slash it, knife in hand
And if I found a friend who’d hear
You’d say “Hah! Another man!”

So I realize we can never be
Not like I have not tried
But living here with you, dear Prince
Is a fairy tale of lies

I know you’ll never let me go
At least, not without a fight
But that’s a fight I’ll welcome
So goodbye, at last, good night

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The Patriot’s Rescuer

The patriot walks with a sword that glows,
He brings freedom wherever he goes,
So why does everyone hate him so?
He brings up his sword to defend his land,
As his foe stares at him, weapon in hand.
His foe states that everyone hates this man.
The patriot's eyes light up in the dark,
Like a scarlet firework electrical spark,
As his opponent eyes him like a ravenous shark.
A mob is increasing, the patriot waits.
They grab and abuse him whilst screaming their hate,
Until a voice screams, "It seems I'm too late!"
The patriot turns his head to the sound,
The newcomer walks to him as his eyes cloud,
The man kneels before him, allegiance is found.
The foe screams and charges, wanting him for his own.
"King I'll be," that he promises, "Do you wish for a throne?"
"Matters not," says the man, "In my heart I know."
People begin to scatter, as the man looks away,
Remembering moments unspeakable, days upon days,
Blinking back tears of blood as the patriot stays.
"You saved me," the patriot whispers at he.
"You'll save them," he replies, slowly turning to leave.
"But they hate me," the patriot says, "They hate me."
"It won't matter," the man says, as he walks away.
"Wait!" now the patriot calls, "What's your name?"
In the distance, the man whispers simply, "McCain."
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And story stuff... Since this is the Queen board I feel obliged to plug the Freddie-based story (although there's going to be about three, only one's really underway.) I'll post a teaser and if you like it let me know and I'll send you what I have so far :)

So here we go (NOTE: Current stuff is written is past-tense, flashbacks are present tense):
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"Is this Evan Hayes' residence?" she asked. Prudence was curious as to why she was asking in English and not German, and was about to ask as much when Evan yelled, "What... the... hell?" loudly from the living room.

"I see it is," the woman stated wryly. Evan hurriedly stomped to the front of the door and yelped, "What do you want, CLAIRE?"

"CLAIRE?" exclaimed Prudence, but she was obviously being ignored.

"I hear you're writing a BOOK," Claire spat.

"Why that's any business of YOURS is beyond me," Evan said, just as icily.

"Darmstadt, Germany. Ah, nice house, Evan. What are you writing about me? I want to know, and I want to know right now."

"What gives you the right to frolic into my house, bitch?" Evan snapped.

"You're the one doing any frolicking that's involved, Evan, and I'm asking you nicely. I want to know if I need to tell my lawyers to sue you for libel."

"Charming," Evan shot back, "Why did you bother to fly all the way out here? Got too bored out in MIKHAIL'S HOUSE? Not yours, his!"

"Yeah, his house that is camped outside every five minutes by SPECTRE fans who get mad if they can't write on it."

"Why shouldn't they be able to?"

"Because it is MY house! He g

Those are fantatstic FreddiesGhettoTrench!

You've got a knack!
Keep stuff coming!

Id like too as well... maybe ill add some more...

THANKS FOR BRINGING MY THREAD BACK TO LIFE DEAR!