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Jupiter Sunrise Forum    Talk    Talk Amongst Yourselves    Writting « Previous topic | Next topic » Pages: 1 ... 35 36 37 38 39  ...  48 Reply Notify of replies Send Topic Print    Author  Topic: Writting  (Read 6373 times) JewJewBENjupsun YaBB Senior Member Take the leap, and find true happiness     Gender: Posts: 471 Re: Writting « Reply #540 on: Nov 12th, 2003, 4:43pm » Quote Modify I love and I hate I love to hate or maybe I hate to love Shall I make an effort to love or maybe discourage my hate   To live a life full of love is a mere fantasy To die ending a life of hatred is a tragedy   To continue a life of confusion is the epitome of my existence. IP Logged ~*Nicole*~ ********************* * East Coast girl attitude*~ Ryan ********************* "If I had my chance Id never let you go...I need ten more minutes with you"-KH JewJewBENjupsun YaBB Senior Member Take the leap, and find true happiness     Gender: Posts: 471 Re: Writting « Reply #541 on: Nov 12th, 2003, 4:44pm » Quote Modify BTW Great Kristine IP Logged ~*Nicole*~ ********************* * East Coast girl attitude*~ Ryan ********************* "If I had my chance Id never let you go...I need ten more minutes with you"-KH MonkeySleepy YaBB God/goddess Fighterdoken!     Gender: Posts: 756 Re: Writting « Reply #542 on: Nov 12th, 2003, 5:30pm » Quote Modify I just seem to fade away, silent gray on the backs of many minds. My world and theirs not the same anymore. I'm so far removed from them who am I? you? maybe so. The you you were, the me me was. Does it matter anymore? we just pass in the night, strangers with hat brims tucked low mumbling under our breaths about the damm cold and not sharing the body warmth. foolish really. we never see each other, bumping though each other, coliding like to frieght trains of mist and smoke. What we are left with is neither us nor them. but somewhere in between. knife blade. how I want to see you all, but my eyes slip past, clouded by duties even I can't see. someday we'll look back on this and laugh, but tonight I don't feel I have the energy for it. IP Logged Last man standing. NOXsucks30 YaBB God/goddess www.retroimg.co m   wicked awsome art     Gender: Posts: 4309 Re: Writting « Reply #543 on: Nov 12th, 2003, 6:22pm » Quote Modify thanks nicole yours are really good too!!     wow dave.... wow..... 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 NOXsucks30 YaBB God/goddess www.retroimg.co m   wicked awsome art     Gender: Posts: 4309 Re: Writting « Reply #544 on: Nov 14th, 2003, 3:09pm » Quote Modify you are a vine, tangled up with me i am a tree, that you wrap yourself around its symbiosis, in its truest form   we fit together, as perfect as can be im so lucky that its to me that you are bound and it is to you that i am sworn   its an amazing feeling, to be held by you being wrapped up in your arms holding me tight, never to let go tree and vine wrapped together as one     yeah... im just working on some random art, with trees and nature and such, and i had sudden inspiration... er.. yeah... "tree and vine" 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 NOXsucks30 YaBB God/goddess www.retroimg.co m   wicked awsome art     Gender: Posts: 4309 Re: Writting « Reply #545 on: Nov 18th, 2003, 8:46am » Quote Modify ok. i know i havnt finished the other story yet... im still working on it... but alas, ive started another... lemmie know what you think   He stops a moment resting on a tree, you can barely see his breath as he gasps for air.  Hes been running for at leats an hour now, hes had to have lost it by now. But why was he really running? Alan has been a High Lord and a master warrior for hundreds of years.  If he hadnt lost his sword during that last fight he wouldnt have to run anymore. d**n  those mutants, they seem to mutate more and more every time he meets up with one, pretty soon they are just going to take over everything. Alan heard a russel and a deep growl from a few ells away. He thought to himself 'nuts ! i got to start running again, if i only had a drink i wouldnt be so weak, and i could get my self out of this.' The only problem is Alan's choice drink is fresh rich human blood, and he is stuck in the middle of a forest.  His cool dark blood was pounding in his ears, normally this would mean his muscles are turning anarobic, but not that there's a lot of oxygen in his body to begin with. He could still hear it chasing him, tree limbs craking, leaves russling, and animals fleeing from its path of distruction.     ..... and i dont know where to go from here... but ill get to it soon enough 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 wisensmart336 YaBB God/goddess "Do you know the muffin man?"     Gender: Posts: 746 Re: Writting « Reply #546 on: Nov 19th, 2003, 6:52am » Quote Modify a simple love story....   He loved her, he loved her with his everything he felt deep down that no matter what he did he couldn't live without her in his life. She was the constant, the always there, the one and only thing he could count on was his undieing love for her.;   She loathed him.   but still he would wait... and wait... and wait for her until she would recognize how much he loved her and then realize that in truth she loved him. so he waited.   In truth, she really did loathe him.   Loathe is the correct word because hate would be too strong she didn't hate him he was tollerable, at times. but she definatly didn't have any plans for falling in love anytime soon especially with the one person whom while she didn' hate, she did wholly loathe.     10am saturday morning he began his walk as he always did it wasn't very far and he for the most part enjoyed it. He enjoyed it because it was fun, and because it was now autmen and because during the walk was when his anticipation grew. He rounded the corner and could see her house in the distance hiding just behind the tree line. he paused a moment to let out a deep heart felt sigh of love, then continued on his weekly journey just as he always did.   He knocked on the door, he could hear the rumbling of the people inside then the door was pulled open.   "Hi johnny, how are you doin." "Hi Ms Cullpepper, I'm fine. Is jamie home?"   thats all I gots so far and the names are very likily to change because I'm really bad at coming up with names for my charecters. 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. liv YaBB God/goddess     Gender: Posts: 787 Re: Writting « Reply #547 on: Nov 19th, 2003, 7:58am » Quote Modify That's neat, very strong opener.  I like the foreshadowing of she certainly didn't expect to fall in love with the person she loathed.  Funny too.   On another note, I was just looking back and this thread was started over a year ago, so cool that it's still going strong (and with mostly the same people too!).   On another note, Kristine, quit writing stories and go do your homework.   « Last Edit: Nov 19th, 2003, 7:59am by liv » IP Logged I believe in luck and money, I've got ten bucks and a honey ... G. Love Many were the barks and giggles coming from the shrubbery ... Edward Gorey Ashley YaBB God/goddess www.brianmay.co m     Gender: Posts: 3311 Re: Writting « Reply #548 on: Nov 19th, 2003, 8:38am » Quote Modify It was a restless night for Dr. Jean Grey.  She didn't even talk to Scott about it, knowing that if she did, they would try to sway each other's opinions emotionally.  He never was one to change his mind based on emotion... most of the time.  It was for the sake of those other times that she didn't try to influence him.  She knew that if she did, it would be more likely that he would influence her. The age-old question of "Should I Stay or Should I Go" kept her up all night.  She slept for about an hour altogether, but was kept awake by the thoughts running through her head.  Leave the team?  Live her own life, be independent, get along on her own for once without anyone else's help?  Leave her friends?  Or stay in the comfort and security she had known for a decade, being a part of a cause to bring social justice?  If only she knew how Scott felt...   No, she told herself.  Regardless of where he goes, I have to make up my mind on my own for this one.  She rolled over in bed to watch him in his sleep.  Was he sleeping?  Or was he awake?  She never could tell.  His eyes could be open.  It was against her principles to try and read his mind to figure it out.  On her side, she put her head on his chest and wished that this could be all that mattered.  She fell asleep with that thought, steeped with indecision.   Once he was sure she was sleeping, Scott Summers gently slipped out of bed.  She didn't move, assuring him that she was indeed soundly asleep.  He ran a hand through his hair and went to the balcony of their room.  It was a warm enough night with a little bit of wind.  Here, in the middle of the woods almost, where the mansion was, it was so peaceful.  It was pitch black outside, even darker through his ruby quartz sunglasses.   He looked up at the sky.  He couldn't see anything clearly enough to make out constellations.  He closed his eyes and took off the glasses, feeling the warm air and the cool breeze against his eyelidsfor the first time in ages.  He opened his eyes wide and stared up at the stars.  A streak of red flew out from each eye, going nowhere he knew, since he was staring straight up.   Stay?  Or leave?  It was his team.  He had been the first one, and he was the leader.  How could he leave them all behind?  Few of the originals remained, and he had the feeling that more would leave in the morning.  The new ones were so inexperienced, fumbling with their own mutations and tyring to make sense of a world that didn't understand them.  He understood them, though.  He knew that the professor did, too.  But could Charles really run everything on his own? It was with that thought that he knew he had to stay.  It was his blessing, his curse, having beams shoot out of his eyes.  Where could he go to attempt to live a normal life?  Anywhere he went, people would wonder.  What kind of job could he get that would allow him to wear sunglasses every day?  besides, the team needed him. He crawled back into bed, wishing for just a moment that he had Jean's telepathy, that he could read her mind and know if she were staying or leaving.  He held her sleeping body close to him, wondering if it would be for the last time.  "I love you," he whispered futilely.   She knew that he had chosen to stay when  he said that.  It wasn't that he normally wouldn't say it, but she just had a feeling, even without delving into his thoughts, that he was staying.   She wanted so badly to be able to stay locked in his embrace forever, but she knew it was not to be.  She had to move on.  She was an adult now.  When she had come to Xavier's, she was a child.  Everyone she had come to love-- with the exception of Charles and Scott-- were leaving the mansion.  There was nothing left for her there.  She had nothing more to gain from the danger room.  More than anything, she was afraid that if she stayed too long she would be stuck.  She wanted to live her own life.  She leaned into Scott.  "I love you," she whispered back, not knowing if he was still awake.   And he knew then that she would be leaving.  If she could see his eyes, she would have seen them close with resignation, fear, and helplessness.  He kissed her hair, and heard her sniffle.  It didnt make it any easier on him to try and be strong, knowing that the woman he had loved for so many years was leaving and going to miss him.     yesterday i was reading one of my old X-men anthologies and that kinda came along... 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 #549 on: Nov 21st, 2003, 2:51pm » Quote Modify 1st ash.. thats great!!! rock on   2nd.. ha ha very funny liv... but i much rather write stories.. so much more fun 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 NOXsucks30 YaBB God/goddess www.retroimg.co m   wicked awsome art     Gender: Posts: 4309 Re: Writting « Reply #550 on: Nov 25th, 2003, 9:19am » Quote Modify He leaped back up   Onto his brown stallion and rode into the sunset away from me   so im left again to do this on my own ive lost my knight riding away on his roan   Im Standing here all alone with nothing to say and no where to go     "loss of my knight" 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 NOXsucks30 YaBB God/goddess www.retroimg.co m   wicked awsome art     Gender: Posts: 4309 Re: Writting « Reply #551 on: Nov 25th, 2003, 5:37pm » Quote Modify her eyes burn and her tears are hot why is this happening again again to her   she's gone through this   too many times now shes forced to do it again when she doesnt have the strength   she had thought she was done at least for a while done with the hurt the pain the heartbreak   but shes not so let the burning tears run down her gentle face because this pain cant last forever     "burning tears"     yeah... so writting is better when your depressed then when your happy... at least for me.... :/ « Last Edit: Nov 25th, 2003, 5:38pm by NOXsucks30 » 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 MonkeySleepy YaBB God/goddess Fighterdoken!     Gender: Posts: 756 Re: Writting « Reply #552 on: Nov 26th, 2003, 11:19am » Quote Modify Gentle sister you know that I am the sun and you are the moon do you not know that for every pinprick of light in the heavens an angel had to bleed The world is born in misery and pain and clouds may darken your brightest day but only for a day tommorow comes stretching before us possiblities unfolding on the wings of a dove I will not say dry your tears and every silver drop to earth falls silent   on your fears, your doubts will you not shine? I will not say it will be better of the future I am blind   but I will rise every day purpose burning in my stride I'll cross the world and share my light so that at night   you may still shine   I love you lots baby sister IP Logged Last man standing. NOXsucks30 YaBB God/goddess www.retroimg.co m   wicked awsome art     Gender: Posts: 4309 Re: Writting « Reply #553 on: Nov 26th, 2003, 5:51pm » Quote Modify *hugs*   love you too big brother 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 NOXsucks30 YaBB God/goddess www.retroimg.co m   wicked awsome art     Gender: Posts: 4309 Re: Writting « Reply #554 on: Nov 28th, 2003, 12:24pm » Quote Modify this poem was in my friend nicole's profile...its her poem, and i really liked it and found it fitting..... just figured i'd share     Tread Lightly By Nicole D. Moquin   "I'm scared to cross this river of trust; The stepping stones are of many sizes. I attempted once but slipped into lust, And now over, a new journey arises. Do I dare attempt another chancy risk? This river seems so rough and wide, And if I fall again, will the water whisk Me away with not one hope by my side?   Oh feet be solid and river calm, For I have found courage to try once more. Let my crossing be a victory psalm And guide me safely to the other shore. Do not misguide me with false steps of hope For I have already been deceived. Tread lightly with me oh wind of hope, Tread lightly and I shall believe." 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 Pages: 1 ... 35 36 37 38 39  ...  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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