This is a thread to let your creative juices flow. You can use this if you've got writers block, as a warm up exercise, or if you just feel like expressing yourself. Basically, put on your favorite song, chill out, and just start writing whatever comes to mind. I mean WHATEVER comes to mind, even if it doesn't make sense!
Here's an example:
[QUOTE]Enemies have rules too, you know
They also have standards
and you know what? its not enough
So just relax, take a deep breath, and step outside
because your life is only going to get better
after the storm comes the calm
and in your mind will come a grand idea
because love conquers all
and I know this for a fact
because I use it every day
and every day I see my dream
like a photo on the wall
making friends is easy
as long as you try to find them
hold on, things get better
you're not crazy, you're just different
glance at your dreams every once in a while
and you'll go very far
when its late at night
and you cant sleep
try singing a little tune
the one that stays in your head
even Pinocchio told the truth
so why can't you?
love your life, and live your love
hope is required for success
so keep on dreaming[/QUOTE]
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(random piece that will go nowhere)I guess things just didn't work out as I planned them. I figure i'll just start this journal too keep my mind off it. All of my dreams and aspirations gone, just like that. How could I have know how he really felt. I don't think anyone could have seen that coming. Ironic, coming... He seemed like such a nice guy but It hard to still think that after I caught him masturbating to my underwear. I'll probably end up throwing it away, I still have enough money from mom to pick up a few new pairs. I've grown anyway so I guess I was planning on going soon anyway. Ah, who am I kidding, This whole journal is one big joke. I'm a joke, how could I be so stupid. With dad off in the war and mom working downtown all the time I all alone. I just want, well I just want to share my life with someone. But after all this how can I. This must be what the rant of a depressed teenage girl is like...How pathetic...how useless.(Not real, just a small journal narrative.)
I'll start with the weather. It was one of those days where the air was crisp, the breeze was gentle, and the sky was spotless. Everything about the atmosphere was just fresh, new, alive. After a winter wrought with the chill of death, that was a welcome respite. Spring was on its way, for sure, I could tell by the blossom tree outside my classroom; little pinkish bundles had appeared on its branches in a period of time that no one ever seems to notice has passed. I wasn't the only one who felt it coming, though. Folks were out in droves that day, 25A was backed up for the first time since I'd been living here. Everyone was just trying to get away from it all, trying to let the breeze take them wherever it went. They might have known what road they were on, sure, but it was anyones guess as the where the next turn would lead. I myself had bigger plans in mind. My boat had no sail, only an atlas and an oar; the breeze had no power over my destiny. For it was on this day, this lovely, fresh, spring day, this new, living, breathing day, when air was crisp and the breeze was gentle and the sky was spotless, yes; it was on this day that Rodger McElroy was going to die.
There once in the city of Madrid, lived a man named Don Coroba. He was matador, dashing and handsome. A man that everyone envied. Women wanted him and men wanted to be him. But standing in the shadows stood a noble baron, filled with rage and jealousy. He wanted an end to Don so he devised a cunning plan. One day he knocked on the carriage that Don rode to his games.
"Excuse me sir, but I have but a modest request" said the baron "that will make this bullfight a marvelous one indeed."
"Anything for you, my gold-clad friend" replied Don, with a shining smile on his face.
And then the baron leaned forward and whispered to Don his cunning plan. As he said more, his smug smile grew bigger for he had just plotted the end of Don Coroba.
The crowd cheered at the stadium where Don was to perform his most extravagant trick. Don walked to the middle of the stadium and bowed for he knew history was his. And then Don did something no one would have guessed. He pulled out a red silk hankerchief from his vest. And in one swift movement, the hankerchief was blindfolding his eyes. The group gasped and screamed for such a thing was completely unheard. Then the cage was opened and the bull ran forward. But Don stood still, completely unmoved. He pulled out his red cape for he had done this before.
What Don did not know was that the bull did not see the cape. For all he was concentrating on was the red blindfold. So the bull charged straight at Don with his smug smile. His horns pierced his chest. Then the bull shook violently to remove Don from his horns. The crowd watched in shock for what seemed like hours until the bull finally shook Don loose. The instant the horns were removed, the blood gushed out as if it was a hose. The remains of Don's body slammed into a wall, and slid down into a lump on the ground. Don looked up at the sky in extreme pain, and said one last word, "That was not one of my best ideas."
Another damned thermal-transfer plate malfunction.
Pete wondered how such a thing could happen, after all, the cooling fins were just pieces of metal with a pipe nanolathed into the surface. The large copper fins were located on the moon's surface, which meant that he HAD to don his jumpsuit, and then cycle through an airlock, to get to the troublesome machine.
The primary cooling fins acted like giant heatsinks, taking excess heat from the base's reactor, and dumping it into space. Pete had always wondered how the hell the vacuum of space could absorb heat, but when he thought about it, why the hell does water freeze upon entering that vacuum?
No matter how strange the concept of how the thermal-transfer plates worked was, nothing boggled him more than the fact that the plates once again had holes in them, which was leading to a drop in pressure on the main cooling manifold. And now the reactor was heating up again.
As Pete approached the massive copper fins, which were glowing cherry-red, his heart skipped a beat. They were only meant to faintly glow at most, barely visible against the blackness of space. But it was dayside, and he could see that the fins were actually illuminating the ground around them. Clouds of piping hot steam were billowing out from the fins as the coolant boiled away.
"HOW?!?" Pete exclaimed to no one. Such a thing was impossible, the cooling system was DESIGNED to work, yet it was simply cascading into meltdown all by itself!
The coolant was making holes in the tubing on the surface of the fins. This should not happen for the coolant is non-corrosive, and the copper plates are designed for use with this coolant. Mixing the coolant with copper would never cause any kind of corrosion, even at searing hot temperatures where the coolant was beyond boiling point, and temperatures approached the copper's melting point.
Boiling point... The clouds of superheated steam made the sinister red glow of the overheated plates even more scary.
Then, the worst happened. Pete felt a shock surge through him. In the vacuum of space there is no sound, only the sound of your own heart, your breath, and your thoughts. So nothing but the raw power of the massive explosion behind him alerted him to the over-pressured coolant reservoir tanks nearby.
The massive burst of steam from the explosion pushed Pete forward...
Forward and right into the demonic heat-transfer plates. There was no escape, he had no jetpack. He had only his nanolather, which was more than useless without time to build a wall in front of the fast approaching copper cooling fins of doom.
The very same fins which he had built in the first place, and maintained for so many years, were now about to kill him. And they were starting to melt.
The plate closest to him seemed to buckle and shift as Pete hurtled toward it. In Pete's last moment, the searing plate curled over, it's blistering point meeting his jumpsuit.
*PCKTHHHHSSSSSS!* He was impaled, burned, and sliced in half by the melting copper fin, his legs thumping silently onto the ground. His half-dead body banged into the next fin,and then slid down to become lodged between two 1,000°C thermal-transfer fins. As Pete died, he could smell himself cooking as he felt it. In his death, what was Pete merely boiled and burned, cooked then overcooked, until the dying reactor imploded, taking a good portion of the moon with it.
But not the thermal-transfer plates. As soon as the pressure and heat was lifted, they started to cool down... encasing Pete's cooked body in a shiny tomb of copper.
This world is crazy. I hate it. I love it. Some days are sunny and beautiful. Some days are cloudy and dark. It reminds me of me. Some days I'm happy and smiling. Other days I'm sad, lonely, and dark. Everything that I do doesn't make sense to me. Why do I do it? Why do I do it? This world is crazy. I guess. So am I.
It's all so dreamlike
I am a teen. It's about 8:30, it's pretty dark. Year is something like 1999-2000. I am outside a generic 90s style building. It's about 7 storeys tall. Old heavy steel and glass door, kind of a brownish-grey steel. I am alone, there is a party up there, I will probably meet my friends there. It's pretty cold outside too. I walk up to the door and I ring the bell. I think it was the 6th floor. Buzzer, open door, walk inside, close door.I can't hear noise from the street, it's pretty warm now. There are lights, the stairs are made out of marble. The elevator is located on the first floor. I call it. I can hear music from up above,yelling and a dog barking. Elevator's here. I walk in, it's pretty tight, I go to the 6th floor. The elevator has this smell of feminine cologne, and old burnt rubber. There is a mirror on the right, I check myself out. I am ok, could have been better.
Elevator reaches the floor the party is at. At the end of the hallway there is an open door, loud music coming out of that apartment. There are two teenagers looking at me while they leave, they seem pretty confident. They are grabbing the elevator. It was a boy and a girl. I walk inside the room. It's a little dark, loud but not deafening music and a blue light covering everything and everyone. There are a lot of people, I don't even know the hostess, a friend invited me. At first glimpse I don't recognize anyone. A lot of drinks. Another couple walks beside me and leaves the room. They are leaving their jackets behind, and that boy spilled a little of his drink at my shoe. Nobody noticed it though, and I don't really mind that much.
I walk forward and sit at the now empty couch they were sitting. I look around in order to find a friendly figure but nothing. A girl comes and sits next to me. The music is too loud, we won't have a conversation, I am not in the mood to yell. She screams at me "hey what's up?", I nod my head and give her a thumbs up. "do you need a drink?", "yeah" I yelled back at her. "OK!" and she gave me a smile as she was lifting herself from the couch. She's making 2 steps away but then turns back and grabs me by the arms. She lifts me up. "You won't get rid of me that easily" she yelled with a smile. I laugh. What a pretty girl she is. She holds my hand and we make our way to the drinks table. A lot of drinks, most are emptied glass bottles. She checks a couple and gives me the light one. "That will do nicely" I said and grabbed the drink. She gets one of the half emptied bottles. "Cheers", "cheers" I reply. We both start drinking. I take only a sip but she starts emptying the whole bottle. As she's drinking with her eyes closed, I take a chance to really notice that beautiful face of hers. She cheers me up just by watching her. I guess my looks are not that bad either. While she's still drinking that bottle and with our hands held together. She pushes my hand harder each time at her leg. It's so soft. She is wearing mini jeans. She has now finished the drink in once. I had only taken a sip and as she opened her eyes she could see me staring at hers. We both looked at each other for a second, then she gave me a really big smile.
"Hey, yo!" I look at the door, it's my friend along with another guy that I don't recall his name. I look back at her. "I am coming in a minute." She nodded, I could sense a little bit of disappointment in that one. I hated leaving her even though I just met her, I made my way towards my friend. I lift my hand up, "hey", but then she comes. Extends her arm to my friend, "nice to meet you". For no reason I feel this joy, her being so confident yet so cute and lovely, now I start to feel bad for not introducing her in the first place. My friend was almost speechless and stunned by her beauty, shakes her hand jaggedly and gives me the "awesome catch bro" look. The guy with him gives me a head nod to which i respond. "So bro, I am go-going to the.." I suddenly feel her arms around my stomach, I bring my arm all the way over to her hip. "to the to the.. over there..". "Ok bro see you" He threw a stare and both he and his friend walked to the balcony at the end of the room. Now it's just me and her.
[editline]29th April 2011[/editline]
should I continue y/n?
Once upon a time.
Uhm.
There was a guy.
He was called, uhhhhhmm.
Dave.
He was called Dave and uhm.
Uhhhm.
Uhhhhmmmm...
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[QUOTE=Stathis;29493485]It's all so dreamlike
I am a teen. It's about 8:30, it's pretty dark. Year is something like 1999-2000. I am outside a generic 90s style building. It's about 7 storeys tall. Old heavy steel and glass door, kind of a brownish-grey steel. I am alone, there is a party up there, I will probably meet my friends there. It's pretty cold outside too. I walk up to the door and I ring the bell. I think it was the 6th floor. Buzzer, open door, walk inside, close door.I can't hear noise from the street, it's pretty warm now. There are lights, the stairs are made out of marble. The elevator is located on the first floor. I call it. I can hear music from up above,yelling and a dog barking. Elevator's here. I walk in, it's pretty tight, I go to the 6th floor. The elevator has this smell of feminine cologne, and old burnt rubber. There is a mirror on the right, I check myself out. I am ok, could have been better.
Elevator reaches the floor the party is at. At the end of the hallway there is an open door, loud music coming out of that apartment. There are two teenagers looking at me while they leave, they seem pretty confident. They are grabbing the elevator. It was a boy and a girl. I walk inside the room. It's a little dark, loud but not deafening music and a blue light covering everything and everyone. There are a lot of people, I don't even know the hostess, a friend invited me. At first glimpse I don't recognize anyone. A lot of drinks. Another couple walks beside me and leaves the room. They are leaving their jackets behind, and that boy spilled a little of his drink at my shoe. Nobody noticed it though, and I don't really mind that much.
I walk forward and sit at the now empty couch they were sitting. I look around in order to find a friendly figure but nothing. A girl comes and sits next to me. The music is too loud, we won't have a conversation, I am not in the mood to yell. She screams at me "hey what's up?", I nod my head and give her a thumbs up. "do you need a drink?", "yeah" I yelled back at her. "OK!" and she gave me a smile as she was lifting herself from the couch. She's making 2 steps away but then turns back and grabs me by the arms. She lifts me up. "You won't get rid of me that easily" she yelled with a smile. I laugh. What a pretty girl she is. She holds my hand and we make our way to the drinks table. A lot of drinks, most are emptied glass bottles. She checks a couple and gives me the light one. "That will do nicely" I said and grabbed the drink. She gets one of the half emptied bottles. "Cheers", "cheers" I reply. We both start drinking. I take only a sip but she starts emptying the whole bottle. As she's drinking with her eyes closed, I take a chance to really notice that beautiful face of hers. She cheers me up just by watching her. I guess my looks are not that bad either. While she's still drinking that bottle and with our hands held together. She pushes my hand harder each time at her leg. It's so soft. She is wearing mini jeans. She has now finished the drink in once. I had only taken a sip and as she opened her eyes she could see me staring at hers. We both looked at each other for a second, then she gave me a really big smile.
"Hey, yo!" I look at the door, it's my friend along with another guy that I don't recall his name. I look back at her. "I am coming in a minute." She nodded, I could sense a little bit of disappointment in that one. I hated leaving her even though I just met her, I made my way towards my friend. I lift my hand up, "hey", but then she comes. Extends her arm to my friend, "nice to meet you". For no reason I feel this joy, her being so confident yet so cute and lovely, now I start to feel bad for not introducing her in the first place. My friend was almost speechless and stunned by her beauty, shakes her hand jaggedly and gives me the "awesome catch bro" look. The guy with him gives me a head nod to which i respond. "So bro, I am go-going to the.." I suddenly feel her arms around my stomach, I bring my arm all the way over to her hip. "to the to the.. over there..". "Ok bro see you" He threw a stare and both he and his friend walked to the balcony at the end of the room. Now it's just me and her.
[editline]29th April 2011[/editline]
should I continue y/n?[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=First Stranger Visit;39493485]y[/QUOTE]
She's still hugging me tightly, eyes closed. I hug her too. She's hugging me really tight now, somehow we are only steps away from the dance area. Completely forgot about the other people for a while. I hear the door opening in front of me, I open my eyes. It's the couple that left when I entered. They are laughing and they seem slightly drunk. They are sitting on our couch. I feel her looking at me now, a look so troubled so anxious and dependent. I back away for a moment, "let's go get some air", "ok" there it is again, that beautiful smile. I grab a drink from the nearest table, I put my hand around her and we walk out of the room and into the elevator together. Elevator door shuts. It's pretty tight, it's like it was made just for once person. She gives me a long hug, elevator arrives we get out and down the stairs. I open that big glass door and we are on the street now.
It's pretty cold. I can hear that sort of ambiance you always forget afterwards, cars in the distance, televisions, music and people discussing their lives with others. I can hear every sound that's coming out of these old buildings. "I left my coat at the party", "don't worry you can have mine" I take off my jacket which place on her shoulders. "We'll go get it later on." "Thanks, you are a real gentleman you know that?" she chuckles as she buttons up the jacket. I still have that bottle in my hand. Couldn't see what it was before, but it seems to be quite a strong drink. "Neat!" I start drinking, my ears pop, my eyes tear up, my nose opens wide, there is a fiery sensation in my mouth and a stupid grin on my face. "Damn that's good!", "Hand me that!" she takes the bottle out of my hands and almost empties it. My god she is beautiful, these big wide eyes, blinding blonde hair and this cute voice. I am in love. As she swallows down she almost passes out, and the bottle falls out of her hands and shatters into pieces. She almost fell but I grabbed her. "Are you ok?", "I am now". I give her a big smile, "you know you shouldn't drink like this, plus I now have vodka spilled on my other shoe too!", and like that we both burst into laughter, it seems we are not used to drinking, yet.
We have been walking for what seemed to be like minutes, we had been discussing all the way through and I have to say we have a lot in common. "You should have heard him in his glory days, almost every club around played his songs daily" she said, and although we don't seem to have the same taste in music she makes me want to hear and feel what she has heard and felt, I can't put it into words, it's just incredible. I look at my watch, time is 3:30 in the morning. "Wow, it has actually been hours we should go get your coat."
What most people don't know about politics is that politicians do make some decisions in order to upset the popullation. These decisions are made in order to instigate people to riot, strike and demonstrate their unhapyness.
This is just part of the "Shock Doctrine", an economical tool developed by a US economy professor called Milton Friedmen. His bellief is that the "Shock Doctrine" is necessary to make the economy of a country in crisis start moving again. But the reallity of this "Shock Doctrine" is that only a few people will fill their pockets. The poor will get more poor, and the richer will get richer.
Riots, and public demonstrations, are really the second best thing to war to bankers. And from these actions from the public, laws can be changed, police states created and money be earned.
Thats why every time I hear about a public demonstration of a population discontent I allways say to my self "poor fools".
Sorry for bad spelling, im not a native speaker. But I just wanted to get this out of my head.
I can't really understand the insanity these days. I've been sleeping here for the past few nights, laying awake in this bed for the past few days, never once venturing outside. I don't know if I could go outside if I tried. The door is very heavy, the locks are complicated, and I'm still very weak from the last time I went outside.
The radiation levels are still way too high for any more than a few seconds of exposure, anyway. I hope I don't die. I was outside for only fifteen minutes -- a Planck time to me here on the bed, but an eternity out in the wasteland.
It was all so dreary before. Dark and dreary? No, not that -- but, bright and dreary! 'Twas horrible. People were insane, insane in their membranes. That was before we dropped the bombs. Thousands upon thousands of the bombs, everywhere, carpeting every surface with their brilliant fireballs and powdering the word with dust.
It's beautiful outside, now. The bacteria are mostly gone -- a sad sight, as I once loved spending hours upon hours studying them out in the field, those beautiful, slime-mold-eating slimes of so many moles of them. At least the stupid humans are gone now, too. A few remain, of course -- we can't be perfectly destructive and still have a place to study -- but the teams will dispatch them quickly. I just wish that I could have gotten a chance to be in the first wave of the search. But it was just too enthralling, too beautifully gray and dead to stay inside, or to be outside for only a few moments.
I can just imagine descending upon the last survivors, terrifying them, and slitting their throats one by one. I'd make all the others watch. Perhaps I'd torture some of them, just to listen to their screams. Fun times, they'll have.
What feeling is this? It's not regret, but it's not satisfaction, either... It's somewhere in between. I want to slaughter off the last few humans, hunt them down and kill them for fun and for the new transhuman future, but I'm too weak -- thus, I regret staying outside for so long. On the other hand, I had to be there. I had to see it all; it was the only time I could in my entire life.
But it may very well be the end of it.
There will be other search team waves, sure, but the first one will definitely be the best. I can feel it.
And I'm missing out on it.
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My writing was interrupted by a knock at the door.
"Come in," I said. The hydraulic-pneumatics hissed as the door opened. It was Sophie, with my dose of potassium iodide. I laid the journal on my stomach so that its text could not be seen, a habit from before my transformation.
"Eighty milligrams, ready to go," she whispered in my ear, setting down the bottle of pills on the table with a quiet metallic clank.
"Always so seductive," I replied.
"Only for you."
"Really. I've heard otherwise..." I joked.
She smiled. "I think that you'll be alright."
"Alright enough for the first hunt?"
"Probably not, but you can try," she said, standing up and swaying side to side. "After all, you aren't a human anymore. No more pesky limitations."
"I know. It's tough to put through one's mind, the concept of all of this."
"Not if you read the manual," she nagged playfully.
Amongst Greek drama, Aristophanes' Frogs is unusual in that it makes use of two separate choruses: a primary chorus of Bacchant initiates and a subsidiary chorus of frogs, who sing with Dionysus during his katabasis in the first half. Both choruses serve very different roles as dramatic devices, and it is debatable which one is more important to the play. In Aeschylus' Oresteia, the chorus changes between instalments in the trilogy. These changes alter the role of the chorus, but overall it behaves far more consistently over the course of three tragedies than Aristophanes' does within the lines of one comedy. This highlights the fact that there is a key difference in the treatment of the chorus between Greek comedy and Greek tragedy.
We have very little evidence for how the music in classical theatre sounded; we can scrutinise the lines of a particular comedy or tragedy, but we can never know for sure how they would have been performed. The dialogue between Dionysus and the frog-chorus takes the form of a I hate writing essays so much
there was a man
called stan
and
erm..
something about a van
O seven apples on a witch's tree, With seven seeds to plant inside of me, In springtime I grew a magic song, Then skipping along I sang the song to everyone.
I looked at the world through apple eyes, And cut myself a slice of sunshine pie, I danced with the peanut butterflies, Till time went and told me to say hello but wave goodbye.
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