forum Virtual Creative Writing Club, anyone?

Started July 06, 2019 by @ninja_violinist

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Hi! I was wondering if you were still 'accepting' members to this? I could really use the organization and reminder to keep productive.

Yeah!!

Broooo I need this oh heck.

~:~365~:~

I saw as her as the night
Beautiful and mysterious
Hidden inside the moon
As she smiled at the sun

I saw her as the rain
Graceful and playful
Laughing with the clouds
As she danced away

I saw her as the water
Light and bright
Crystal clear about her
As she froze my heart

I saw her as the fall
Colorful and unique
Dancing with the wind
As she changed again

I saw her as the winter
Cold and cruel
Relentless in her pursuit
As she smiled at me

I saw her as many things
But the one thing I could not see
Was how her changing heart
Would certainly affect me
With the changing seasons
And the deadly smile
I saw her as one last thing
Before I turned to dust

Pale white face I saw everyday
For the years had passed with her
By my side, hand in hand
We sailed off in the night
She took my hand and cursed my heart
And I could not believe
That the one I trust
Had turned me into dust

I saw her as Death
Before I closed my eyes
I saw her smiling eyes
As they haunted me to sleep

You'll see snow in winter and gold in fall
You'll eat too much candy, and sing and deck the hall
There's so much warmth in summer, and flowers in spring
Beach trips to April showers, these are just a few things the seasons bring

The sun doesn't shine every single day
But the world will never be just shades of gray
Sometimes you see nothing but rain
But the sun is always behind the clouds, waiting to shine again

A rainbow of colors, a rainbow of skies
Wouldn't it be nice to see every surprise?
A million different shades to see
As the leaves return to green

You'll fall in love with pretty lights and the snow that coats the trees
And watch as each new flower blooming makes another job for the bees
You can walk among the leaves as their colors change
The clear and sunny days giving way to the next phase

There are four different seasons, and 364 days in a year
There are seasons for family and holiday cheer
With so many colors and changes to watch
Wouldn't it be nice, to see them all?

Damn!!!! This p8em gave me warm and fuzzy feelings!!

I'm back and I loved both of those poems!! Thank you for sharing!
@CW_StarkSpangledBanner Yours had a really intense mood that took me a few readings to catch on to. Especially in the beginning, it was easy to miss some of the more ominous parts because of the more happy, fun phrases about dancing and beauty and stuff. But by the end it's really somber (kind of like seasons, I guess?)… So it's a really interesting piece that I think about a lot.
@thighighcrocs-aint-fourteen-anymore Yours is really whimsical and uplifting and it makes me want to go out and dance in puddles or something equally innocent! It kinda caught me off guard when you said "364 days in a year" because it makes me wonder what happened to the other one, but otherwise I really enjoyed this.

That means a lot, thank you! I realized after posting it that the image showed 365, so it was mostly just me confusing myself and forgetting things.

(Just gonna slide in as smoothly as possible)

The four seasons, they hide behind a picture so smoothly. First comes winter, the coldest. Her snow falls down from the sky, coating her with ever more. She refuses to let us help, yet she knows she badly needs our help to shovel the snow off her back. Then there's fall, with his dull orange colours, trying so hard to blend in and hide himself. It's not working, fall. Why won't you talk to us? We just want to help, fall. "Go away, all of you" he replies. Spring has however managed to hide themselves, they are nowhere to be seen. Where did you go, spring? Your limbs grow and entangle themselves in all the different pockets of life, you can't hide forever. Summer comes out, boasting his bright green colours as if he won the Olympics. Bright, healthy, leafy foliage grows on the newly shed tree branches. He calls out to spring, calling her, beckoning her to show herself. "Come on out, spring. It's ok to be scared" he calls out. But no response. Spring, it seems wants to stay hidden. Hiding behind the picture, they all are scared. Traces of spring can be found as she runs away, "Spring!" they call, but to no avail. Having revealed themselves, they all shudder and tremble, shrinking and curling into a fetal position instinctively. "I'm not gonna hurt you," I call out. To no hope, they burst out of their hiding spot and run after Spring. I watch them leave, as my world spins and tumbles into darkness. I wake slowly, sitting up and bonking my head on a hard surface. "Ow," I mutter, rubbing my head. I feel all above me, to realize that I am sealed in. "Help!" I cry. "I'm in here," I yell out.Screaming out my whereabouts, I kick and punch at the box all around me until my knuckles are streaming fresh blood. I give up, just as the tiniest grain of dirt trickles in. The realization hits me then. I've been buried alive. Closing my eyelids, I go to sleep - for the last time.

aaaaah okay wow
this started out as a beautiful metaphorical thinkpiece and then it turned into Stephen King and I'm here for it
I really love the personification of the seasons! It fits really well!

One thing I would suggest is a bit more paragraphing - it feels like there are a lot of different ideas that would benefit from being spread out a bit more. (If it helps, my general rule for paragraphs is TiP ToP - if there's a change in Time, Place, Topic, or Person, it probably deserves its own paragraph.)

Either way, thank you so much for sharing this!! I really enjoyed reading it!

Yup ty for the critique and np!

@CW_StarkSpangledBanner I love it, it's very vivid and as @ninja_violinist said, the transition into that dark twist was very powerful
@thighighcrocs-is-not-ready-for-school i also really liked yours, for the happy fuzz it instilled in my heart
@CW-izzyandgrace your personification of the seasons is really creative and then making it into a sort of story with a very unexpected ending was a really cool idea

I wrote a sort of descriptive/reflective piece on the poem by Dylan Thomas. I put it behind spoiler tags because it might be tiggering if you are sensitive to vivid decriptions about death and suvivor's grief.

Wow. That was just wow. I've never seen any piece of writing that can trigger (not the ptsd kind of trigger for all you people out there about to reprimand me on the usage of that word. the regular kind of trigger) such emotions like that. i've known movies, tv shows, youtube videos that can do so, and more, but writing. to put such emotion behind writing is much, more difficult. good job!

Thank you!!

Np!

Hey y'all it's Tuesday. Prompt time!
(I tried to vary them a bit more today, because I feel like I've posted a lot of similar stuff so far. If you guys ever come across anything you'd like to see in here, you can either post it directly or send me a PM so I can put it in the ""official"" weekly prompts the next time.)

The image: [by andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) Ferez]

The song: [cover by Pentatonix]

The poem: [by TS Eliot; I highly recommend reading the full version here]

As always, feel free to share and critique each other's stuff in here! It doesn't necessarily have to be related to the prompts, you can always just post whatever you've written. Have fun!

Hey, I'd like to join!
So, if I understand correctly, we use the image, song and poem for inspiration to write something?
Edit: Ohhh, we use one of them.

Welcome!
You can use however many prompts as you want! They're just there in case people want to write but don't know what - it's also totally fine not to use them at all.

Thank you!
It's very helpful!

I'll post something soon, I prefer using the picture because each person has their own interpretation

It's not my best, but it's late and I found myself in the mind of a character of mine again, so

The question is
How many times have you woken up screaming or breathless
In the middle of the night
Your nightmares as vivid as the sight of your alarm clock
Reading 12:23 am

And how many times
Have you stayed up until four in the morning
Watching the shadows creep across your walls
Unable to return to sleep
For fear of your dreams returning
For fear of not waking up

The reassurance of ‘dreams are just dreams’
Never seems to do much
But that doesn’t mean they stop saying it
And neither do you
Hoping if you say it enough
It might become true

Wow that was… deep. That is the only word I can think of to describe that tbh

@thighighcrocs-is-not-ready-for-school I really love this! I love how it feels like it's addressed to me, because it made me think of how much I relate (I do), but at the same time it also feels very personal and specific.

I finally managed to write something that I'm remotely the neighbourhood of being happy with. (Very very loosely inspired by the poem.)
I'm not sure how much context is necessary, but let's just say that this happens right after my character assassinates a queen. So if you're sensitive to the mentions of death or blood, I wouldn't recommend reading this.