[Most Recent Entries]
Below are the 14 most recent journal entries recorded in
Writers and Readers' LiveJournal:
|Sunday, September 30th, 2007|
...And Don't Forget To Breathe
I joined this about twenty seconds ago.
I'm definitely an amateurs writer.
Usually no inspiration. A little too fast paced and always lacking words,
but I don't care. I'm mostly here to read stuff.
And I want feedback on my stuff anyways.
It couldn't hurt... It will probably just help me a little.
Oh, by the way; I'm Casseh. I'm sixteen.
And I'm not a genius.
Here's the beginning of something I randomly thought of last night.
It sucks, but I was bored. Current Mood: blank
|Sunday, August 5th, 2007|
i'm brand, shiny new. i'd just like some criticism from someone other than the one friend who has been faithfully reading every chapter throughout the entire process. someone who hasn't been there through the tremendous editing. it's not incredible. i'd just like a little feedback. under the cut, i'll put chapters one and two of four, with five in-progress. hope you enjoy :)
|Thursday, August 17th, 2006|
That's Russian for, "Hi".
In a search i undertook to find a writing community for writers similar to myself, i found this community. I'm new here, but i hope my writing will fit well with others, and hope to be greeted kindly.
This is a piece (poem) i wrote a few weeks ago. I chose this one as my first, though just to set the record straight, this is not the only topic to which i write. Comments and Critiques are welcome
Art( Pain You've Never DreamedCollapse ) Current Mood: calm
|Sunday, August 6th, 2006|
Yo! I'm new to this community, and obviously I enjoy writing (doesn't mean I'm any good, need more practice really), so I hope you enjoy reading stories I post. so, umm...
|Tuesday, April 18th, 2006|
Wanting what I do best
Praying for my wishes to come true
Wanting him to love me
And hold me
Wanting him to banish the pain I feel
Wanting him to touch me
For him to pierce me
To create something
That thing full of life and innocence
Something that will love me through anytime
Love me regardless of my flaws and faults
For that is how he loves me
Knowing almost every thought
Every bitter memory
Every tear, every smile
He remembers those
And he still loves me
But not they way I want.
He tries and protects me
Battles all my demons
Banishes my past
saying it means nothing
Restoring my innocence
When what he saw was pain
And the innocence that is there
But needed to be dug out
I want it to stop
The pain I feel
Seeing him with her
Listening to him yearn for her.
And not for me
For if his angel breaks his wings
We’ll go back to before
Nothing more is wanted
I’m not what he wants
Being unwanted like that hurts
Wanting is what I do best
But what I want is a fantasy
A fantasy to come true
I want a happily ever after
Will my fantasy become a life?
|Saturday, April 15th, 2006|
My thoughts are falling
Into a hell of nothingness
They go on
All these thoughts
Breaking me inside
Trying to get out
Pushing pools of falling
From my hazel eyes
All these thoughts
Of the past
Of the future
The things I want
The things that hurt
And tare you up inside
But none of them are good thoughts
All these thoughts kill me
my eyes water
My heart ache
My everything hurt
All this thoughts
When will the bad ones leave
And the good ones stay
Only time can tell
For al I have
|Thursday, March 2nd, 2006|
The Queen of Hearts here posting her very first story here! so this is one of my most recent stories, and yes its a Vampire story hense the Lj name!!! hope u like it, and yes i'm a romantic so its a romance so dont laugh. The fun part is that u can predict who will go with who but you'll never guess who...well yeah u will just think hard. my intro's have aweful grammer I know, and sometimes so do my stories but I write anything i want cuz i enjoy writing. so here is my story hope u like it!( Till death do use partCollapse )
|Sunday, February 26th, 2006|
Hello the Queen of Hearts here, pen name, and I just joined this comunity so i could post all my stories here to see what people think of them. I'll post stories soon just wanted to say hi!
|Friday, January 27th, 2006|
|Wednesday, January 25th, 2006|
|Monday, January 23rd, 2006|
Okay so I decided to join your community if thats alright with you. I, one day want to be taken seriously as writer and for that to happen I need to get my work out into the world, to anyone who is willing to read it and most importantly crtique it. I really want to know if my ideas are any good and what I can do to improve and I am more than willing to do this for others if need be.
So yeah let me know if thats okay and then I'll start posting some of my stories and story ideas.
|Saturday, September 10th, 2005|
Hi I got bored the other day at school during a free period and so decided to write something. It is a bit scetchy, its not finished and please excuse any spelling but I would like to know what people think.
An anecdotal account of My Death
When you’re dead it’s very hard to think of a good reason to be cheerful, simply because you’re dead. Even if you are Death (like yours truly) and have neigh ultimate power over life and the universe, its still very hard to be cheerful because you are dead. Its not even as though you have any friends to turn to simply because you are dead. So all in all being dead is a very depressing experience, so unsurprisingly I am feeling a little depressed.
Perhaps I should start again. Errrrr…… Hello, My name is Death and I am infact dead. I’m sure you know me, Death, The Grim Reaper, and to a lesser extent el hombre de los muertos, (but thats bloody hard to say when you have no tongue). However you know me my job is still the same, I kill you and the rest of your species, collect your soul and give it to the ‘big guy upstairs’. I had to make two trips for Ray Charles, Aaaaa Haaa ha ha, Aaaa ha ha ahhhhhh. Ya get it, cos he had a lot of soul, heee he he he, [sigh] my humour is wasted, I don’t know why I bother sometimes.
Gone were the days when I was worshipped as a god and with my own temples, cults and followers. I no longer strike fear into the hearts of all, infact most people don’t even think I even exist anymore, but I love to see their face when I turn up.
Although I am not pleased with how the world has turned out, I do enjoy all the new health and safety rules the government have brought in. It has prevented me from killing people during a game of conkers, or from sharp edged desks in the work place (which was my personal favourite), but it does allow me to become a little more creative in the way I work. For example just last week I had someone impale themselves on a pogo stick. This did however raise the question regarding the safety of pogo sticks and consequently had them outlawed. They have since been classed as an offensive weapon so anyone caught on one in public will be shot on site, which resulted in a lot more work for me, (I should have thought that through … damn).
People often ask me when they die, “Is Elvis really dead?”. This has to be the most God damn annoying question ever. I mean please, get over it, if you were going to fake your own death you’d die in a really cool way like saving a city from certain doom for a critical nuclear meltdown, you wouldn’t want to be remembered with your trousers round your ankles, while seeing a man about a dog, I’ve heard of people shitting themselves before they die but come on (no, nothing. Why do I make these jokes, I just don’t know). Anyway, think about it, even if he were alive he obviously doesn’t want to see you, move on, you deranged, psychopathic, stalker. I do enjoy killing celebrities particularly when they think they are bigger than Jesus, (damn beetles, I showed them).
It is pretty cool being Death I suppose with all the powers I possess but I can never find time in the day to use them properly. I mean sure I kill people with a mere thought all the time, but I can do so much more. If I wanted to I could make the entire population of the Earth perform a compilation of the Village People’s greatest hits, but I don’t. I could play interstellar snooker using the Earth as the que ball, but I don’t. I could even replace everyone’s legs with their arms and their arms with their legs, but I don’t. Well I did once but I got a bit of a talking to by God about messing up the whole fabric of life or something or other, frankly I didn’t really listen, he’s so dull and boring yet he thinks he’s all that, well I got news for ya girlfriend, you aint, mmmm hmmm.
I don’t know what happened to God, he used to be cool, I think the power got to his head. I remember on Famine’s stag do, back in the old days when Conquest was single and War was thin, we all went out after having a few and planted a load of “fossilised evidence” for evolution. I can’t believe no-one figured it out, it was so obvious. They were good times, now I’m all alone, all the other three horsemen have gone off and had a family while I’m stuck here on my own. Nowadays we’re only in christmas card contact [sigh].
I suppose I’m just lonely, I need a friend, I can’t keep talking to my horse forever. I used to try to make friends through work but its pretty hard when I am forced to kill them. I also tried placing an ad in the lonely hearts column, it read;
3569 year old white male, thin, chisseled looks, enjoy moonlit strolls, large blades and Spaced. Looking for freindship, maybe more.
... To be continued.
|Sunday, July 10th, 2005|
Hrm. This happens quite a bit, I think. But hell, I like showing off my stuff to new peeps, and here is a new place for me to do so. So without further ado, let me inroduce myself and the work I'll be hiding behind a LJ cut.
The name's Greg, also known here and there as Blazey. My primary works have stemmed from fandom stuff, but I'm versed in the classics and I've come up with some original works every now and then.
First up is an original work I've been tinkering with for a while, and astute readers will be able to figure out a rough timeframe. For more info, I'll just make up a stat list:
TITLE: Odder Things Have Happened
RATING: PG-13 (innuendo, fighting)
FORM: Short Story
LENGTH: 10 pages
SUMMARY: Four twentysomethings on vacation get caught up in a plot to take over Myrtle Beach. Zombie dinosaurs, magic keychains, and Iraqi soldiers are but part of the journey into strangeness.( Odder Things Have HappenedCollapse )
Hope you enjoyed. More to come. ^_^
|Thursday, July 29th, 2004|
This is to be a community for people that enjoy writing. You can write about almost anything here, be it humorous, dark, scary, or action-adventure laden. My only request is that nothing here be sexist, vulgar, or racist. If you wanna make a career of offending people that's fine by me, but just don't do it here.
I also request that those of you that do long stories place them behind LJ-cuts to minimize the clutter on my and other people's "friend" pages.
Thank You and WRITE ON!
Okay that was a stupid catchphrase, but I'm STILL GONNA USE IT!