What are you Writing now?
 

ANY writers out there? I'd like to start a thread for sharing creative fiction/nonfiction. OR PHILOsophy if you like. I'm working on a short story now basically picking up where FAHRENheit 451 left off. WHEN It is ready I'll post it for constructive criticism. IN THE MEAntime I'd like to read any **** any of you ****s have **** out.

Interesting idea.

I'd take part in this thread myself, but I don't really like sharing my work online, unless it's with family, close friends and such. I dunno really. I'll just stay on the fence for now with this one anyway.

It'd be cool to see what anyone else has though.

I''ve been working on a story I came up with, which was initially inspired by a dream I had.

It dosen't really fit any kind of genre description, but it takes influences from film noir, westerns and exploitation. There are also fantasy elements (hard to explain) as well. And there's a lot of black humor.

It's about a high school girl who can best be described as nerdy and angry at the world, and often indulges herself in fantasies.

Which I dunno, makes her a little similar to.... somebody you know.

Anyway, she gets caught up in a bizarre sex/murder scandal involving a friend and a teacher, which leads to both a tragic loss and her being wanted for murder.

This abrupt chaos that comes into her once mundane life drives her insane, but at the same time excites her, while running from the law she assumes a new indentity, drastically altering her appearance through plastic surgery (funded by robbing banks with a few accomplices) becoming an ulter violent vigilante, and she basically becomes a parody of hypersexualized comic book and exploitation film heroines.

Well that's a short summary of it. There's a lot more plot elements to it though, I'm not making everything up as I go either, I already know what the climax will be and everything, though I expect to get more ideas as I go along.

I haven't thought of a good title yet.

I started working on a novella based in White Wolf's World of Darkness universe... so in other words a fan fic.

I write constantly, but nothing linear or cohessive.

I think most writters are going to be concerned about plagerism and such. I think it might be a fun idea (to avoid that concern) to review other works. We tried doing that before with books, but it was a train wreck because people have things going on.

I think we could do it with short stories (like Flash Fiction and whatnot) or poetry. Let me know if you'd be interested in something like that.

Just a thought, but how about uploading our doc files to mediafire and exchanging them that way? It can be like the music trade thing we've got going on.

I think it's a great idea, however there is the whole fear of plagiarism. There's only a select few people who I will actually sent my word documents to, the rest either get them as .pdf files or in the form of links. I'm all for a Writing Thread, perhaps done the same way as the Art Thread in the lounge.

Yeah, I posted the first two chapters (which is really all I've done so far) of my story on DDD but I've reworked them since then, you know how you write something, come back to it in a few months and realise it's crap so you redo it?

Anyway, I do agree that you shouldn't be careless about putting your stuff out on the internet just so anyone can see it, because if someone plagiarizes your sh*t, what can you do about it? Absolutely nothing, you don't have a copyright on it, sh*t is free for the taking on the interwebs.

I'm not boasting that my work is really worth stealing or anything, but you never know. :laughing:

When I find time to write I usually end up planning a masterpiece but then never following up on the idea.

In my breaks in the coffee shop I've sketched up an idea of a young troubadour walking so far that he ends up in a magical part of the world that no one has yet discovered. I haven't laid out the plans for characters etc, but I know that it will involve a character based upon a blind man who I served yesterday that, even though he was blind, still managed to somehow stare at me as I cleaned up tables around me. He was fascinating to look at with his trilby hat and tatty blazer.

I've written maybe 5 short movie scenarios since I entered Filmmaking University. I'm working on one now, and this time in English, so I guess I'll be able to upload it here if it turns out to be somehow watchable.

I'm currently focusing my writing on essays for my English 101 course. I'll share an excerpt from one paper i wrote as a response to competitiveness in people as a response to the short story "Arm Wrestling with My Father"

"The competitive spirit has in many ways been the driving force behind many of society’s greatest achievements. This sheer determination to win, whether for survival, respect, or simply the feeling of accomplishment that often accompanies it, has led to many breakthroughs in our world. Some of these accomplishments have been great milestones in the history of man such as the Wright brothers enjoying the first powered flight or NASA putting a man on the moon. Others have been terrifying and dark spots on our proud history such as the creation of the atomic bomb. In a more personally significant way, the competitive spirit also leads us to build up respect for those we cannot hope to overcome, often creating invincible heroes in our heads, as is the case in the story. However, in almost all cases and forms of competitiveness, the changing of superiority leads to either a refueled desire to be the best, or a newfound respect and recognition for the party that passes us. "

Have any of you guys ever tried writing a screenplay or something? I'm trying my hand at it at the moment with a friend of mine who's written a few.

Yeah, I've written a few before. Not my favourite method of writing. That said though, I'm in the middle of working on a TV drama script, which is good for a laugh I guess.

A nice opening passage, a lot of truth in there. I wouldn't mind having a read of the final product in the near future.

I really enjoy writing so I'm hoping to start a personal project myself soon, I just need to brainstorm a few ideas and decide what direction I'd like to go. I've just graduated in biology, so I've been stuck writing scientifically, but I always tried to convey things with a flair for language which was often met with polar responses. Some academics found it too flowery, but some appreciated a welcome change from the standard student writing; blunt and to the point. Hey hum.

So yeah, we'll see.

I've written few, the method usually gets my brain flowing with ideas. It seems easier than story writing. But I prefer drawing immediately the story board, it makes me visualize the movie that I'm trying to write and usually direct.

I would do that if I knew how to draw. :(

Basically all I write are short word sketches of scenes, and I've already put my 2 best ones on this site (in "Veggielovers Journey into Lyrics and Poetry.") I could post them again in here if everyone wants, but it would be a bit redundant.

Other than that, i have a few short essays that I'm pretty proud of, but most of them aren't much good for leisure reading.

I'm interested in becoming a writer, but at this point, im looking more for help and critisism than i am worried about plagarism. That said, if you guys would be willing to read some of my more personal essays, I'd much appreciate any tips or critisisms.

So far. Give 0 **** about what has been posted. This was not the intention of the thread I haven't read your comments I'm sure they were wonderful. Here is something I've been working on, its full of holes, it helps if you've read Fahrenheit 451:

Mildred is placing one slice of bread over another topped with roast beef, onions, tomatoes, lettuce, and provolone, on a plate on the tile kitchen counter, when sheer energy tears her to shreds, and what remains of the house is a small pile of smoking, crumbling carbon in a smoldering, gray wasteland. The monotone scene blends to a sickly yellow hue. “Oh Jesus!”...
“Montag you alright?”
“Who? … Granger... yeah... yeah... just a nightmare.” The sun was just a splinter above and glistening off the puddle by the decrepit highway. Montag gets up from his mat on the grass and pisses on some bushes.
“We're cooking some oatmeal, do you want any?” Yells Granger.
“No thanks,” says Montag, and walks further to the stream. Montag imagines food wrappers and aluminum cans vaporizing in the nuclear blast, transmuting into this green, semi-viscous liquid. Below the opaque mask and scattered plastic, agitation free, lies a layer of ash. He presses his face close to the murkiness. A gleaming object transcends the grain. Montag dips his hand in the water and reaches into the ash and grain, as if an ice cream scooper, and lifts a golden locket and chain. Flipping it open, Montag scratches away a grimy photograph, and thinks of replacing it with leaves.
Montag gets back to the camp, where Yogurt wearing an enthused expression, giving a sermon in front of a seated crowd.
“I read a lot in a warehouse with sketchy kids hiding from firefighters. I find that getting in the zone where I can transmit books throws me back in that warehouse. I remember the glossy purple, designed, drum set they had, whose bass drum some piece of **** kicked and sat in. I can touch some old fart's face, feel the wrinkles like a split open tree.”
This sermon is bull****, Montag thinks, and decides to not feed Yogurt's fire by listening to his dribble.
“Hey Montag, come here a sec, I wanna introduce you to someone,” yells Granger, over by the picnic table left of the highway just shy of the woods.
“Montag, meet Hesus. He used to be a librarian, before the firefighters got him,” Granger says.
“M-M-Montag pleased to...” a blank expression of day dreaminess, drooping mouth, and saliva gathering at the lower lip, displaces Hesus's sentence.
“You too,” says Montag, and he reaches out to shake Hesus's hand. “Are you feeling okay?” Montag asks.
“Umm, Hesus was lobotomized by firefighters for librariating a grand book trade; he can recite books from his black market days, which is why we're gathered here today,” says Granger.

The recounting takes a turn for the worst. Gary's closed, placid expression explodes into widened eyes that stare with Dionysian fury at Montag's face; lips recoil, a deranged yell escapes his teeth.
“Oh ****,” yells Granger, “Hesus is freaking out, maybe he's re-experiencing his capture by the firefighters, watch your neck.”
“Leave me alone you stupid ****ing piiigs! You can burn books but spirit burns in me, ****eeers!” Hesus dashes into the woods and within meters is lost from sight. A high pitched scream drowns into a hiss.
“Ah, ****. I feared this might happen,” says Granger, “I think Hesus might still be experiencing the effects of a drug I administered to ease the recital. He'll most likely mellow out, though, when it wears off, if I had a dart gun I'd attempt to sedate him, but I don't, so I won't.” The others look around bummed.
Montag goes to sit under the highway, breathes in the wasted city on the horizon, reminds himself of his progress, looks up at the starry sky, wonders what, if any, was Mildred's concluding thought, and remembers the sandwich from the dream. He feels tired, lies on his mat, slipping easily into sleep.
The next morning Montag gets up and eats oatmeal with Grangers and the others. “Hey Montag, Hesus is going to tell us about his escape from the firefighters in a minute, he's in the woods now getting prepared,” Granger says.
“Word,” says Montag, hastening his munching to walk into the woods to a grassy clearing where Hesus is on a wooden chain in front of a small, seated group, housed by foliage.

This should be over yonder in the artist's corner.

Starting on a novel, a sword in sorcery yarn that satires high-fantasy epics and has more gothic and grizzled leanings. Escapist heroic fantasy with subjects a little too touchy for Salvatore and Tolkien. That and a drug-induced, surreal 70's exploitative romp thrown in for fun.

Dude... I don't care about your description. You can hype your writing with colorful adjectives all you want but that was NOT MY INTENTION of starting this thread.

Well you had ****ty intentions then. Writers, and all artists, really, are funny about sharing their work with others, especially works in progress and ESPECIALLY over the internet where it's so easy to copy and paste and steal other people's ideas. Get over it or I'll slash your face.

The thing about art....well once you put it out into the world it loses its integrity as your creation, perhaps even your original purpose. Thats one reason we aren't just filling these pages with little snippets of what may or may not be genius. The same goes for the thread itself. Once you gave up your control over it by starting it (and since ur not a mod) it became ours to do what we will with it. I think it just needs a little more time to start up.

As for your work....It isn't clear whats going on. It might clear up when you add more to it, but in and of itself it just isn't done, much less ready for critique. Also, whenever you take it upon yourself to continue the work of a fellow artist (and in this case, also a fellow activist) you owe it to that person to uphold the integrity of their art. Im fairly sure Bradbury wouldn't have used swear words quite so liberally as you have. Also, since you are using some of the same characters with the same names, its important to keep at least similar voice and style to the original so that it makes sense in conjunction with Farenheit 451. By all means keep sharing, but this just didn't do it for me.

Hahahahah suck it flamer suck it looooong and hard.

SORry I SORT Of snapped at you. IT sounds juicy but I will believe it when I SEE it namean/

yeah. i'm trying to explore my style, at this stage, and this was for an excercise where we had to think of how a character from a book came upon an unusual object. I PICKED MONTAg and him getting the book a brave new world but that part where hesus recounts the book was bad so i cut it.

Dude, you need to post more.

I found it funny actually, I hope to exceed expectations.

@Sodacake: MOAR

What are you, like 5 years old?

YUP. 5 years old as a mother****er. Btw tell your mom we should really get back together sometime.

To quote The Hangover, "You are literally too stupid to insult."

Look, he's just defending the rights of writers to discuss their work without actually posting it here in fear of plagiarism, that's a legitimate concern.

He's Irish, actually.

Is it ironic that a member who can barely use the English language properly started this thread? It certainly is hilarious.

stab in the dark
bark
indicate
my hate

conflagration
burnin' allll
through the nation

Jeezy
thc
breezy

knees
please
crave her
flavored
disease

Epic Fail!

snail mail

You should take Soda's advice and not post your work on a public forum.

Not because someone might steal it, it just really sucks.

ok i won't. that wasn't work though. that was just something i **** out to myself while in the shower.

judging
judging
judging
don't you love
their trudging

Either way it's pretty terrible.

you're keen