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Jupiter Sunrise Forum    Talk    Talk Amongst Yourselves    Writting « Previous topic | Next topic » Pages: 1 ... 15 16 17 18 19  ...  48 Reply Notify of replies Send Topic Print    Author  Topic: Writting  (Read 6388 times) wisensmart336 YaBB God/goddess "Do you know the muffin man?"     Gender: Posts: 746 Re: Writting « Reply #240 on: Apr 1st, 2003, 8:45am » Quote Modify A real love story.   The wind blows long and hard, the sand gets kicked up in both of their faces. Back to back, 20 feet away, Mark Darton fingers his revolver. He glances up to his left and sees a flash in the now empty window. Slowly he turns to face his oppone. They stare and stare, up and to his right mark sees another vanishing flash in the window. and one more to his left.   Mark darton was new in town, his quick mouth got him immedatly into trouble He came to find his one lost love, he'd been searching for her for 3 years now. and finnally got a solid tip that she may be here. He hadn't met his opponet, never even saw him. Mark had only killed one of the lackys and heard through the grapevine that today was the day to pay. but Mark was ready, The only thing quicker than his mouth was his draw   BANG.   Mark runs, first to the bulilding to the right, jumps behind a horse trough and shoots at his oppenet BANG. to buy some time, and BANG hits the man in the window across the way.   there are 2 in the building hes under and still that one in the street. He goes in, and now the hunt begins. he knows they are starting on the top floor, he also knows they will be expeecting him. He walks through the building and reaches the stairwell. He hears caustious steps comming down and ducks under the stairs. as the man decends, Mark taps his gun on the steps the man pauses. BANG he dies and tummbles down. carefully mark begins to climb the stairs takes the first corner wide to sure to look for anything comming.   He kicks in the first door, an old man and his w hore  the second door is empty, he closes it then pauses, he continues, the third door is also empty, but he enters. quickly he goes to the window. no one in the street, he breaks the window and climbs out on to the balcony, hops from one balcony to the other on the outside of the second door now. He ducks under the window, waits just a moment.     The second door swings open the man with the gun quickly drops to the ground and rolls under the bed. He waits till he hears the door close and slowly comes out from under the bed. He listens to the walls and hears a window break in the next room over. he begins to leave, flee for his life. He reaches the door and feels a sinking feeling in his stomach. He spins and trys to dart awayBANG in the shoulder. he shoots back at mark. Mark ducks and BANG one more from mark and the man is cooling hump flesh beggining to wonder what decomposition will be like.   Mark goes back out the window and jumps the one story off the balconay to the ground. He looks around slowly turns again, and now he is facing his opponet again. Mark has one left the other must have six BANG BANG   they both drop MARK rises, bleeding from his right arm, his shooting arm. He looks at all the women comming out to see the result of the fight, Mark walks slowly towards the body looking at each women for his, for his one true love. she is not present and as he nears the lifeless body, he feels the sinking feeling, the feeling of dread, the feeling of love lost forever. he turns the body over and sees the face. Sees her face the face of his love. He stares for just a moment longer than one would stare at body they just killed. A single Tear builds in his eye and rolls down his cheak. He walks to his horse and rides away. Not into the sunset, no, but rides with his back to it.   And thats how the west was lost.     IP Logged if the sun refused to shine I'd still be loving you. When mountains crumble to the sea there will still be you and me. one eyed jacks won I'd jax I'm makin' 1 eyed jaks. pbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbt. Ashley YaBB God/goddess www.brianmay.co m     Gender: Posts: 3311 Re: Writting « Reply #241 on: Apr 1st, 2003, 4:02pm » Quote Modify The question is not how far. The question is, do you possess the constitution, the depth of faith to go as far as needed?   This is my take on a story i read tonight from the perspective of a certain biblical guy....   The day was hot.  It was always warm during the day in the desert, but this day seemed more intensely hot than the rest.  Something hung in the air with the humidity, the sense that this day would not be like any other.  I looked out at the horizon and wished that someone else could take my place for this one day.  I dreaded the next few hours as I dreaded nothing else.  The sun had not yet risen when I awoke.  The grey sky cast purpling shadows of tents and sleeping animals across the sand and I wanted to fall back asleep.  I knew I couldn�t.  I rose up silently, not waking my wife, wishing I could be in her place of oblivious rest.  But I wasn�t.  I couldn�t believe that I would be doing this to her, after all that Isaac had meant.  He was her reason for living.  Yet everything was beyond my control.  All I could do was focus on the task at hand.  I knelt beside my son�s form lying in the sand and placed my hands on his back.  I shook him to wake him up.  He was a light sleeper and opened his eyes quickly.  �Come on, Isaac,� I whispered to him.  �Today is the day.�  What the phrase meant to him was not what it meant to me.  But I could not tell him what my real intent was for the day.  It would have to wait.  Two of the servants had already awoken and were beginning to busy themselves with their usual tasks.  I started cutting wood and talking with them about the mundane facts of life.  Today was the day of the sacrifice.  �Go with me to Moriah,� I said to them.  �We can make the burnt offering there.�  They didn�t question, had no need to because what I said was law.  They trusted me more than I trusted myself.  I felt as though I were leading on sheep, and in a way, I was.  We mounted the donkeys and rode for an hour.  It was a silent hour spent enjoying the beauty of the desert awakening.  It was in the days before many people were around, and for that I was glad.  I liked to ride and admire the vastness and splendor of creation.  It was still dark when we reached the mountains.  Their form rose ahead of me as a physical representation of my fear and foreboding.  Deep inside I had hoped that the mountains would not appear, that it was just a test to see if I would go where God sent me.  I had gone, but the mountains were still there.  I knew I had to do all that he asked of me, no matter what the cost.  We stopped riding at the base of the mountains.  I took all the wood off of the animals, and lit a torch.  The moonlight had been bright enough until then, but the darkness now was beyond physical.  It was a spiritual darkness and uncertainty which I entered, bringing my unsuspecting son along.  The servants stayed behind as I told them to.  Isaac and I would worship on the mount, I said to them.  Would they hate me when I came back alone?  On the way up, I couldn�t speak.  There was so much I wanted to say, so many things to get out and to break to him but I couldn�t say any of them.  He broke the stony silence by saying, �The fire and wood are here� but where is the lamb for the burnt offering?�  He had to know.  My heart sank.  I stuttered out, �God� God himself will provide the lamb for the burnt offering, my son.�  We continued the ascent, into the sky as the sun began to rise.  Isaac and I built an altar.  I watched him as you would watch someone when you know that it�s the last time you�ll see them.  His every movement was sacred and I tried to capture the image of him in my mind.  What I did next was the hardest thing that I have ever done, in every documented event of my long life.  Coming up from behind my unsuspecting son, the promised son that God blessed Sarah and me with, I grabbed his hands.  He struggled, but he was young and I was stronger.  I tied him to the altar while he yelled, tears of confusion and betrayal in his eyes.  My own eyes stung with tears as well.  He cried out as he saw my hand raising the knife above him.  As I was about to bring it down upon his body to tear the flesh that represented my every dream, I heard a voice.  It called my name from Heaven and I knew that my son had been saved.  God spoke to me and as he did I cast the knife down to the ground, falling on my knees beside the altar.  My hands went to my face as tears came.  It was all a test.  I had passed by my obedience, an obedience which had almost brought death to my son whom I loved.  I had been willing to sacrifice that which was closest to me and because of it, I knew that there was a new closeness between me and Him.  He trusted me now.  He knew that I would go to any length to do what He wanted.  Because it isn�t about what I want.  He knows what�s better and because of that, I was able to influence every generation to follow me.  Little did I know then that a thousand years later, he would sacrifice his own son on an altar in Golgotha� IP Logged Love dares you to care for the people on the edge of the night and love dares us to change our way of caring about ourselves. This is our last dance. This is ourselves under pressure. NOXsucks30 YaBB God/goddess www.retroimg.co m � wicked awsome art     Gender: Posts: 4309 Re: Writting « Reply #242 on: Apr 1st, 2003, 6:03pm » Quote Modify 1st.... scottie that was REALLY good.. i was all tense and everthing...er... or somthing lol. it was really good i liked how he rode away with his back to the sunset i dont know...yeah it was good scott... or should i say.. scott.   2nd. ash, that well im not sure what to think of that, it was good ...  did you write it or did you say it came FROM th book? IP Logged And what you've got means such a lot to me Someone to love, Somebody new. Someone to love, Someone like you. ~The Beatles Ashley YaBB God/goddess www.brianmay.co m     Gender: Posts: 3311 Re: Writting « Reply #243 on: Apr 1st, 2003, 9:18pm » Quote Modify 1-yeah i agree scott that was really good 2-the story came from the book but it was about 10 times shorter than that.  Yeah i think it was written originally in about a paragraph, if that, i just kind of expanded upon it. IP Logged Love dares you to care for the people on the edge of the night and love dares us to change our way of caring about ourselves. This is our last dance. This is ourselves under pressure. NOXsucks30 YaBB God/goddess www.retroimg.co m � wicked awsome art     Gender: Posts: 4309 Re: Writting « Reply #244 on: Apr 2nd, 2003, 7:22pm » Quote Modify wow...then go you ash! lol..... IP Logged And what you've got means such a lot to me Someone to love, Somebody new. Someone to love, Someone like you. ~The Beatles Ashley YaBB God/goddess www.brianmay.co m     Gender: Posts: 3311 Re: Writting « Reply #245 on: Apr 4th, 2003, 10:56pm » Quote Modify requiem for a dream   what happened to me and what i was yesterday smilingshining full of life dreams to be fulfilled with hope paving the way where did everything go and where did i miss it the perfect ending, the perfect winning i never stopped believing and you'd be there right beside me in my dream   what happened to us and what we were yesterday when we knew life and basked in it sunshine sand crystals and glass to no decay what tipped the scale of our perfect lives when dreams were so within our grasp that we were living them and you were there right beside me living my dream what happened to you and what you were yesterday when you smiled and when you laughed before the pain, before the hollowness and this day what went wrong, where did it end how did you fall so far we fell together, you and me because you were there right beside me in my dream IP Logged Love dares you to care for the people on the edge of the night and love dares us to change our way of caring about ourselves. This is our last dance. This is ourselves under pressure. sillyfairy YaBB God/goddess     Gender: Posts: 532 Re: Writting « Reply #246 on: Apr 8th, 2003, 8:16pm » Quote Modify I love the stories IP Logged Ashley YaBB God/goddess www.brianmay.co m     Gender: Posts: 3311 Re: Writting « Reply #247 on: Apr 8th, 2003, 9:43pm » Quote Modify i love writing the stories... sometimes it's easier for me to put out my emotions through the point of view of someone else.. i dunno it makes sense to me IP Logged Love dares you to care for the people on the edge of the night and love dares us to change our way of caring about ourselves. This is our last dance. This is ourselves under pressure. NOXsucks30 YaBB God/goddess www.retroimg.co m � wicked awsome art     Gender: Posts: 4309 Re: Writting « Reply #248 on: Apr 9th, 2003, 7:16pm » Quote Modify ok this is not very good, i wrote it on a whim in math class (where most of my stuff is written lol)   wait for you (3/9/03)   Im tired of being alone everything seems to be so bare   and desolate i always seem to be tired when im not with you theres nothing to keep me aware except you so what am i sposed to do when i feel this way there isnt much i can do but sit here and wait for you we'll be together soon not much longer apart but the time we are together will fly by in a blur then ill just feel this way again IP Logged And what you've got means such a lot to me Someone to love, Somebody new. Someone to love, Someone like you. ~The Beatles Ashley YaBB God/goddess www.brianmay.co m     Gender: Posts: 3311 Re: Writting « Reply #249 on: Apr 11th, 2003, 11:39am » Quote Modify i wrote this a couple days ago... something that actually happened but is pretty symbolic.   Violin   I held it in my hands, wanting a bow with which to strike the strings So tones, emotional, would leave the wood that formed its earthen shape. At only 99, it seemed exact what i had been seeking: Beautiful, fading violin, scratched over, sold at second rate. I didn't know when i would find Such a thing that could again be mine.   But as i stood there, with lost sounds of passion burning in my head, I knew the violin would not belong to me--at least not yet, As i've forgotten how to play, and lately took up bass instead And so the unstrument and i parted, with an eternal debt. I don't know when i'll want again Anything much as that violin. IP Logged Love dares you to care for the people on the edge of the night and love dares us to change our way of caring about ourselves. This is our last dance. This is ourselves under pressure. NOXsucks30 YaBB God/goddess www.retroimg.co m � wicked awsome art     Gender: Posts: 4309 Re: Writting « Reply #250 on: Apr 11th, 2003, 2:58pm » Quote Modify good stuff ash.... i wrote this yesterday...once again in math class... its for you (which is used in it) albany friends ... you guys rock.. and so you know you are the 'you' and they are stupid people around here..     good listeners 4/10/03   you aren't like all the othrs they just wait for their turn to talk they have no care of what i say even if it would be of sume ue to them   No you're not like tat not at all you listn to what i have to say and respond as honest as possible   you dont sit there and lie to me like everyone else all they do is babble and lie   they have nothing good to say but you you have important knowledge if its somthing just for fun or something i can use in every day life   i just want to say thanks for listening to me for letting me say my wor now its your turn ill listen to you IP Logged And what you've got means such a lot to me Someone to love, Somebody new. Someone to love, Someone like you. ~The Beatles Ashley YaBB God/goddess www.brianmay.co m     Gender: Posts: 3311 Re: Writting « Reply #251 on: Apr 11th, 2003, 7:28pm » Quote Modify awww kristine that was awesome... next year is gonna be so awesome when you're in albany too!! it'll be one big party...hehe IP Logged Love dares you to care for the people on the edge of the night and love dares us to change our way of caring about ourselves. This is our last dance. This is ourselves under pressure. NOXsucks30 YaBB God/goddess www.retroimg.co m � wicked awsome art     Gender: Posts: 4309 Re: Writting « Reply #252 on: Apr 11th, 2003, 7:37pm » Quote Modify i cant wait till im out there! you all totally rock my socks!!! (and so does scott ) lol IP Logged And what you've got means such a lot to me Someone to love, Somebody new. Someone to love, Someone like you. ~The Beatles Ashley YaBB God/goddess www.brianmay.co m     Gender: Posts: 3311 Re: Writting « Reply #253 on: Apr 11th, 2003, 8:22pm » Quote Modify hey guys speaking of writing i started writing a story that i post new episodes to every week... like a novel in installments... that's how stephen king wrote some stuff like green mile.  ANyway i already have ideas for the plot and stuff but yeah every friday i'm putting up new "episodes" so go here http://www.geocities.com/anotherdarklady/eternal_rebound.html to read it thanks! IP Logged Love dares you to care for the people on the edge of the night and love dares us to change our way of caring about ourselves. This is our last dance. This is ourselves under pressure. sillyfairy YaBB God/goddess     Gender: Posts: 532 Re: Writting « Reply #254 on: Apr 14th, 2003, 9:46pm » Quote Modify Warning: Very Emotional Piece about child abuse     I'm angry that you wern't there for me Angry that you couldn't be the father I needed you to be So many kids wishing that they were apart of our family Wanna take my place, fine by me I can't pretend anymore that we lived in luxery Smack, that's what you get for talkin back. "Don't look at me that way." "Do you wanna hit me," Smack You Stupid B**** How's a girl supposed to grow up like that Are you angry at me for ruining your dreams Angry at me because I didn't clean I'm sorry I didn't turn out to be the daughter you wanted me to be You wanted to mold me into some kind of freak How did you want me to be? Greatful for the bruises on me You've even told me that you like to hit me Cause it's a stress relief He once told me that we didn't tell out of love It's not  true because we didn't want to end up in a ditch all F***** Up My knees are shakin my stomache in knotts Love your daddy cause he's the only daddy you got How can you love someone who's beaten you Emotionally & Physically, Constantly Do you still want my daddy?   IP Logged Pages: 1 ... 15 16 17 18 19  ...  48 Reply Notify of replies Send Topic Print Forum Jump: ----------------------------- General -----------------------------  - New Forum Warning! ----------------------------- Talk -----------------------------=> Talk Amongst Yourselves   - Questions for the Band   - Street Team Business « Previous topic | Next topic »

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