Creative Writing Prompt

[scoopyfrog]

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[Resin]

ℓσνє.уσυ, it's lovely other than the ending. It just doesn't seem as smooth as the rest of it, y'know? Other than the last two lines, it flows very well and is both understandable and entertaining. Good job. (:

[Thing One]

...Why can't I write poetry like that? Seriously, occasionally I'll spew out a decent poem, but most of the time I'm like, "See Spot run. Spot has fun. Run, run, run. In the sun, sun, sun."

But WOW that was good yes, your use of the Thespian accent was beautiful, it actually seems like it was written in medieval times.

~I am a medieval nerd and I approve this message.~

Loll, I can only write poetry when I'm in the mood, any other time and I'm useless. /: I didn't think I'd used the language correctly, but I'm hoping to make it my main ... focus. To make my poem sound medieval-y. (:
Eee! It's exciting meeting another Medieval nerd! XD Loll.
Time to start the starting, ironically, so I may gone for a bit.

ℓσνє.уσυ, it's lovely other than the ending. It just doesn't seem as smooth as the rest of it, y'know? Other than the last two lines, it flows very well and is both understandable and entertaining. Good job. (:

Oh yes, the last two lines were a fill-in that I wrote up quickly just now, so that makes sense. owo
I thought I should just wrap it up quickly for you guys but, yes, I will be changing that bit. (: And thank-you.

[Resin]

(This is what I've got. I enjoy the idea of a prompt, but my brain refuses to cooperate with me at the moment. I can't wait for the next one. (: )

The sound of trumpets pierced the evening, startling many of the woodland animals. Change was in the wind. Each and every one could feel it. A tension crackled through the very air, setting their guard hairs on end.
From deep within the dense, gnarled wood, a low rumbling sounded. Beasts were forced to flee as the mist covered mountain cracked. As the rock and stone crumbled and fell away, a massive yellow eye, devoid of pupil, opened itself to the world for the first time in centuries.
Ever since beasts stood and started calling themselves humans, the earth had been plagued by them. Wars unending, deforestation, the obliteration of species… The Old Gods had turned a blind eye to their doings. Until now…
She could already hear the chop chop chop as they began to tear her forest to pieces. This was one of the last pure places on earth and she would be damned if a few metal covered apes were going to destroy it. And so, she rose, breaking through root and rock. She towered over the trees that had grown up around her.
Shaking her thick grey coat free of debris, she raised her muzzle to the air and let forth one long, spine tingling call. A call that let everyone, be they man or beast, know that the Gods had returned, and that they would wreak havoc on those that had wronged the earth.

[Thing Two]

@Resin: wow . . . thats awsome! i wouldnt of thought to do somthing like that, thats an awsome interpretation!

well, heres mine:

the sound of trumpets pierced the evening,
to spare a moment for the grieving,
The white bloders scattered the lawn,
Mother, wives and daughters, left all forlaun

Blood no longer oozes from the ground,
the woman weeping, the only sound,
Popies watch the larks take flight,
as one imagines that awful night.

The beach was cramped, a sardeen tin,
apon the barren lands,
The moon, a slice of white light,
slipping through their hands,
The sea, an endless pool of blood,
the cliffs rose to the fight

And the soldier came creeping -
creeping - creeping -
the soldier came creeping,
through the ash of night.

He'd a baret on his forehead,
A khaki collor at his neck,
A shirt of camo green and brown,
His drowned trousers were a wreck:
Brown with mud and sand;
His boots up to the knee!

His eys a bloodshot red,
His bayonet dipped in red,
His blood pumped fast and red, as he begged him self not to flee.

the style of the poem after the poppy line is from 'the highway man' i did it in class last year but i have tweaked a few parts to make them better.

[koolkatkoolkat123]

Spottedrain that was amazing i wish i could do poetry, cannot write poetry to save my life. Anyway this is mine something that sprung to mind a couple of minutes after the prompt so it really works, word of warning it might be a bit depressing

The sound of trumpets pierced the evening and then silence, they waited with bated breath to hear something, anything. Children latched onto mothers and held their hands so tightly they cut off circulation but their mothers held on to them even tighter. Suddenly a cry broke through and that's when everything changed. Someone wailed in response, one woman held a tiny baby and her teenage daughter snatched the precious bundle from her arms before she fell to her knees and buried her face into her hands but nothing could cover up her grief. Heads whipped round to stare, some were angry, few were sympathetic though they all turned out to be hypocrites for one by one they fell into the same despair. They fell silent once again as the clomp clomp clomp of heavy boots above them shook dust from the ceiling. There was a terrible groaning sound as their only hope was destroyed and sunlight blinded them. A shadow fell across the inhabitants and death descended upon the unfortunate.

If you are not sure whats happening then i'll explain
And i'm loving this prompt idea, it actually got my brain working

[Thing Two]

its cool discription but to be honest . . . i have completly no clue of what is going on, explain?

[koolkatkoolkat123]

I thought i'd have to explain
Ok these people are hiding from a ruler who wants to kill them for some reason. The people after them managed to catch up but the men in this group decided to meet them in battle and give their families a chance, this is why the woman and children are all huddled in a cave waiting to hear something from the outside. What happened was the men were ambushed and didn't stand a chance so they all fought but they all died. They had such small children at the time not ready to travel, they were advised to not make a single sound because the plan was fight so they think they have defeated us and forget about the woman and children but because they couldn't contain their grief the soldiers after them heard them and found them. The groaning sound was a rock being moved out of the way of the cave entrance and then the soldiers slaughtered them all

Yeah i can't write happy things maybe its something i should get checked out

[Weeping_Angel }Y{]

Its a great story. Sad stories are sometimes the best, too. I envy people's ability to write unhappy stories, though I sometimes have sad parts in my stories. You should check them out. Just follow the links in my sig to read two of my more recent ones.

[Pangolin]

The sound of trumpets pierced the evening,
the ravens circled above,
the reaper stood nearby,
And the casket lay closed.

I had tears in my eyes,
but so did everyone else.
I felt so alone,
in the group of people.

They didn't know him,
like I had
I loved him,
when he still,
walked the earth

I still loved him,
thought he now lie,
with the earth.

Red,
white,
and blue.
Five shots,
ring through the air.

He told me,
he'd come back.
He lied,
Now he's lying,
in the Earth.