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Ok, I'm going to copy Grix here. I'm going to sit here and write out a little story type thing. I've done sod all with my brain for the last 98 months, so I haven't been ablt to write anything (hence my fea and crap contributions to the stories).
However, I've got back into reading a bit recently, and my brain feels less..... fuzzy is probably the best way to describe it. This could turn out to be utter rubbish, but I shall post it anyway.
BTW, it's 9:33pm as I write this line, let's see how long it takes...
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The boy walked along the country road, whistling to himself. The low evening sun was at an annoying angle, just poking underneath the trees and getting into his eyes from time to time.
The sun was off on his left as he made his ay along, so it looked as though he were walking through along green tunnel as the leaves turned the suns strong summer light into a green hue that covered everything.
The boy was in a good mood, it had been a good day. But he was not so lost in his happiness to ignore where he stepped. Puddles from the previous nights rain still littered the ground, and he didn't fancy walking the rest of the way home with wet feet.
He still had a way to go, but it shouldn't take him long, not at the speed he was going. Already the lower part of the sun was dipping below the horizon, the sky slowly starting to deepen, colours softly muting through orange to red, as the ball of fire made it's way lower and lower through the sky.
Suddenly, the boy realised that it was almost completely dark. Where had the evening gone? Why was he not home alrady? Had he taken a wrong turn?
Impossible, he had walked this way a hundred times before, he could walk this route blindfold.
So why was he not home by now?
The boy started to worry, but then caught himself. He knew the way, it would be ok. He would just keep walking and get home. Not a problem.
He strode purposefully off down the path again, heart beating slightly faster as his panic rose, unbidden, him trying to control it.
After a few minutes of walking, he realised that he was well and truly lost. Panic welled up, his throat tightening as he realised the consequnces of what may happen. Heart pounding, eyes wide, he whirled around, trying to see where he was.
Nothing.
No lights, no obvious landmarks. Nothing. Hands starting to shake, he weighed his options. Being obviously lost, should he keep going down this path, or turn and go back they way he came? He felt a bead of sweat drip down his back.
After a minute, he decided to go on, sure that he had not taken a wrong turning. He jogged off down the road, worry full in his mind.
Sweating, heart pounding, he stopped. What was that noise? He turned quickly, too quickly, slipping in the mud and reaching out trying to stop from falling, to no avail. With horror he realised his glasses had fallen off!
He groped around on the ground for them, and sliping through the mud in front of him. He stopped. A moment passed. What was that noise? He had definately heard something this time. Something close, something heading his way.
Frantic now, heart pounding like it would burst through his chest, he resumed the search for the glasses. Hands scrabbling over anything he could see in the dark, stones, rocks, feet.
Feet? He froze. Too terrified to be able to move.
"Hello my boy." Said a voice.
The boy looked up. Relief washing through him, he recognised that voice, he was safe. "Uncle Dave!"
However, I've got back into reading a bit recently, and my brain feels less..... fuzzy is probably the best way to describe it. This could turn out to be utter rubbish, but I shall post it anyway.
BTW, it's 9:33pm as I write this line, let's see how long it takes...
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The boy walked along the country road, whistling to himself. The low evening sun was at an annoying angle, just poking underneath the trees and getting into his eyes from time to time.
The sun was off on his left as he made his ay along, so it looked as though he were walking through along green tunnel as the leaves turned the suns strong summer light into a green hue that covered everything.
The boy was in a good mood, it had been a good day. But he was not so lost in his happiness to ignore where he stepped. Puddles from the previous nights rain still littered the ground, and he didn't fancy walking the rest of the way home with wet feet.
He still had a way to go, but it shouldn't take him long, not at the speed he was going. Already the lower part of the sun was dipping below the horizon, the sky slowly starting to deepen, colours softly muting through orange to red, as the ball of fire made it's way lower and lower through the sky.
Suddenly, the boy realised that it was almost completely dark. Where had the evening gone? Why was he not home alrady? Had he taken a wrong turn?
Impossible, he had walked this way a hundred times before, he could walk this route blindfold.
So why was he not home by now?
The boy started to worry, but then caught himself. He knew the way, it would be ok. He would just keep walking and get home. Not a problem.
He strode purposefully off down the path again, heart beating slightly faster as his panic rose, unbidden, him trying to control it.
After a few minutes of walking, he realised that he was well and truly lost. Panic welled up, his throat tightening as he realised the consequnces of what may happen. Heart pounding, eyes wide, he whirled around, trying to see where he was.
Nothing.
No lights, no obvious landmarks. Nothing. Hands starting to shake, he weighed his options. Being obviously lost, should he keep going down this path, or turn and go back they way he came? He felt a bead of sweat drip down his back.
After a minute, he decided to go on, sure that he had not taken a wrong turning. He jogged off down the road, worry full in his mind.
Sweating, heart pounding, he stopped. What was that noise? He turned quickly, too quickly, slipping in the mud and reaching out trying to stop from falling, to no avail. With horror he realised his glasses had fallen off!
He groped around on the ground for them, and sliping through the mud in front of him. He stopped. A moment passed. What was that noise? He had definately heard something this time. Something close, something heading his way.
Frantic now, heart pounding like it would burst through his chest, he resumed the search for the glasses. Hands scrabbling over anything he could see in the dark, stones, rocks, feet.
Feet? He froze. Too terrified to be able to move.
"Hello my boy." Said a voice.
The boy looked up. Relief washing through him, he recognised that voice, he was safe. "Uncle Dave!"
Definitely. Practise really does make you better, so don't be afraid to post crap, because you'll become better for it.
I, however, have no need to.
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I, however, have no need to.
;0)
I ahve to say, that story you put up the other day was fantastic.
Mine was utter rubbish.
I swear it's because I haven't used my brain for ages. Seriously. Before last may, when I was still at uni and working hard, I could write better. I never had any droughts and could always think of something to add to the stories.
Since I've been working, I've used my brain so much less. I guess the brain is like any other muscle, you don't use it for a while and it gets crap.
This may sound weird, buy my head felt all fuzzy and I could never think of anything to add to the stories, when I could the words didn't seem to come out right.
I started reading a fantastic book the other day, and since I've been reading it, my head has become a lot clearer, and I've started getting more ideas and stuff, so I thought I'd give writing another go.
I'm still not up to speed, but a damn site better than I was.
Mine was utter rubbish.
I swear it's because I haven't used my brain for ages. Seriously. Before last may, when I was still at uni and working hard, I could write better. I never had any droughts and could always think of something to add to the stories.
Since I've been working, I've used my brain so much less. I guess the brain is like any other muscle, you don't use it for a while and it gets crap.
This may sound weird, buy my head felt all fuzzy and I could never think of anything to add to the stories, when I could the words didn't seem to come out right.
I started reading a fantastic book the other day, and since I've been reading it, my head has become a lot clearer, and I've started getting more ideas and stuff, so I thought I'd give writing another go.
I'm still not up to speed, but a damn site better than I was.
"You were good kid, real good. But as long as I'm around you'll always be second best, you see?"
B0)
B0)
I think it's a bit poo, to be honest.
But then I had no real idea what to write or where to end up until I was about halfway through...
But then I had no real idea what to write or where to end up until I was about halfway through...
Lol, sorry, 9 months obviously.
13 hours eh? :D
I'm not sure how to reply to this, but it is 'creative' considering your brain has not been in any real use for the last 8 years.
Alwite skip?
I'm not sure how to reply to this, but it is 'creative' considering your brain has not been in any real use for the last 8 years.
Alwite skip?
Ok, I'm going to copy Grix here. I'm going to sit here and write out a little story type thing. I've done sod all with my brain for the last 98 months, so I haven't been ablt to write anything (hence my fea and crap contributions to the stories).
However, I've got back into reading a bit recently, and my brain feels less..... fuzzy is probably the best way to describe it. This could turn out to be utter rubbish, but I shall post it anyway.
BTW, it's 9:33pm as I write this line, let's see how long it takes...
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The boy walked along the country road, whistling to himself. The low evening sun was at an annoying angle, just poking underneath the trees and getting into his eyes from time to time.
The sun was off on his left as he made his ay along, so it looked as though he were walking through along green tunnel as the leaves turned the suns strong summer light into a green hue that covered everything.
The boy was in a good mood, it had been a good day. But he was not so lost in his happiness to ignore where he stepped. Puddles from the previous nights rain still littered the ground, and he didn't fancy walking the rest of the way home with wet feet.
He still had a way to go, but it shouldn't take him long, not at the speed he was going. Already the lower part of the sun was dipping below the horizon, the sky slowly starting to deepen, colours softly muting through orange to red, as the ball of fire made it's way lower and lower through the sky.
Suddenly, the boy realised that it was almost completely dark. Where had the evening gone? Why was he not home alrady? Had he taken a wrong turn?
Impossible, he had walked this way a hundred times before, he could walk this route blindfold.
So why was he not home by now?
The boy started to worry, but then caught himself. He knew the way, it would be ok. He would just keep walking and get home. Not a problem.
He strode purposefully off down the path again, heart beating slightly faster as his panic rose, unbidden, him trying to control it.
After a few minutes of walking, he realised that he was well and truly lost. Panic welled up, his throat tightening as he realised the consequnces of what may happen. Heart pounding, eyes wide, he whirled around, trying to see where he was.
Nothing.
No lights, no obvious landmarks. Nothing. Hands starting to shake, he weighed his options. Being obviously lost, should he keep going down this path, or turn and go back they way he came? He felt a bead of sweat drip down his back.
After a minute, he decided to go on, sure that he had not taken a wrong turning. He jogged off down the road, worry full in his mind.
Sweating, heart pounding, he stopped. What was that noise? He turned quickly, too quickly, slipping in the mud and reaching out trying to stop from falling, to no avail. With horror he realised his glasses had fallen off!
He groped around on the ground for them, and sliping through the mud in front of him. He stopped. A moment passed. What was that noise? He had definately heard something this time. Something close, something heading his way.
Frantic now, heart pounding like it would burst through his chest, he resumed the search for the glasses. Hands scrabbling over anything he could see in the dark, stones, rocks, feet.
Feet? He froze. Too terrified to be able to move.
"Hello my boy." Said a voice.
The boy looked up. Relief washing through him, he recognised that voice, he was safe. "Uncle Dave!"
However, I've got back into reading a bit recently, and my brain feels less..... fuzzy is probably the best way to describe it. This could turn out to be utter rubbish, but I shall post it anyway.
BTW, it's 9:33pm as I write this line, let's see how long it takes...
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The boy walked along the country road, whistling to himself. The low evening sun was at an annoying angle, just poking underneath the trees and getting into his eyes from time to time.
The sun was off on his left as he made his ay along, so it looked as though he were walking through along green tunnel as the leaves turned the suns strong summer light into a green hue that covered everything.
The boy was in a good mood, it had been a good day. But he was not so lost in his happiness to ignore where he stepped. Puddles from the previous nights rain still littered the ground, and he didn't fancy walking the rest of the way home with wet feet.
He still had a way to go, but it shouldn't take him long, not at the speed he was going. Already the lower part of the sun was dipping below the horizon, the sky slowly starting to deepen, colours softly muting through orange to red, as the ball of fire made it's way lower and lower through the sky.
Suddenly, the boy realised that it was almost completely dark. Where had the evening gone? Why was he not home alrady? Had he taken a wrong turn?
Impossible, he had walked this way a hundred times before, he could walk this route blindfold.
So why was he not home by now?
The boy started to worry, but then caught himself. He knew the way, it would be ok. He would just keep walking and get home. Not a problem.
He strode purposefully off down the path again, heart beating slightly faster as his panic rose, unbidden, him trying to control it.
After a few minutes of walking, he realised that he was well and truly lost. Panic welled up, his throat tightening as he realised the consequnces of what may happen. Heart pounding, eyes wide, he whirled around, trying to see where he was.
Nothing.
No lights, no obvious landmarks. Nothing. Hands starting to shake, he weighed his options. Being obviously lost, should he keep going down this path, or turn and go back they way he came? He felt a bead of sweat drip down his back.
After a minute, he decided to go on, sure that he had not taken a wrong turning. He jogged off down the road, worry full in his mind.
Sweating, heart pounding, he stopped. What was that noise? He turned quickly, too quickly, slipping in the mud and reaching out trying to stop from falling, to no avail. With horror he realised his glasses had fallen off!
He groped around on the ground for them, and sliping through the mud in front of him. He stopped. A moment passed. What was that noise? He had definately heard something this time. Something close, something heading his way.
Frantic now, heart pounding like it would burst through his chest, he resumed the search for the glasses. Hands scrabbling over anything he could see in the dark, stones, rocks, feet.
Feet? He froze. Too terrified to be able to move.
"Hello my boy." Said a voice.
The boy looked up. Relief washing through him, he recognised that voice, he was safe. "Uncle Dave!"