The Advanced Writer's Club

[crescent + cheep]

Just a matter of taking part in a former competition but I think it was just that my entry was lost among PMs, so never mind ^^
as said, next time. (:

[rinslet walker;]

Sadly the competition completely slipped my mind and I forgot about it. Next time, as thepost above me said. However, I'm not sure if this has been brought up, but you all might want to look at Oswin's "Write Me A Letter" thread. I'm doing it; basically, just write her a story or a letter about anything for her to read on her plane rides. I can't link to it at the moment, but if you look her up, there is a link in her signature. I'm not sure if she's a member of this club...?

[Make_a__Scene]

Here's a writing contest that just started. You all should check it out.

[winter.]

Ooh, that contest looks really cool!
I love the photo prompts.

Too bad I don't have any free time.
I'm barely even spending any time on my story.

[breath.]

Listen

Listen to the,
Howl of the wind,
Through the trees.
The smell of smoke,
On the breeze.
The crash of waves,
Upon the the shore.
The cries of those,
Who head to war.
The song of a maiden,
Fair and kind.
The sobs of mourners,
Whose loved ones died

[crescent + cheep]

Listen

Listen to the,
Howl of the wind,
Through the trees.
The smell of smoke,
On the breeze.
The crash of waves,
Upon the the shore.
The cries of those,
Who head to war.
The song of a maiden,
Fair and kind.
The sobs of mourners,
Whose loved ones died

I love it! <3
It's amazing.

signed - mercy

[Make_a__Scene]

I just posted a short story I've been working on for about a month.
[X]
I'd appreciate some critiques.

[indebted]

O lovely crimson petals upon the world’s favorite flow’r,
Your youthful fate is set
The final knot is cut
For the winter cold
Has sunk your ship
And down you shall go with it

The beast that roams in the woods
The tiger of fable
A whisker, a paw,
A dash here and there,
He is here! fear him, fear the tiger
His claws like hooked scythes shall pierce
Your deepest fears and memories
His eyes like a basilisk’s shall seek
The pearls of life you hold so dear
His tail like grass
Whispering on the night
Fear him, fear the tiger.

Like a raven on silent wings
He approaches with a rustle
Frightening eyes of malicious blue
Lumbering claws, like knives on skin
A flap of his wings and he is gone
Soaring into the night
A scream is heard.

When you want to erase something
And start all over again
But oh no, no,
You have to keep on going
Because life and nature tells you that you can
And you tough it out for them
Oh, oh, eet, eet, eet,
Regret it and start again.
Delete that day and redo it again

Tonight the river’s midnight whispers are answered
For the ocean surges forth
And swallows up troubles
Hath you laid them down?
For no boat which is tethered can set sail
No matter how twisted, dwindling the rope may be,
Hath you laid your troubles upon the floor
And let the winds wrap you in their embrace
While the fierce waves lap at your troubles?
Thou art a fool
Thou art an idiot
But thou shall not find yourself with troubles.

My wings shall flap among the stars
And the wind will swath me in her hugs.
Tonight in my dreams, they promise, they whisper,
Wind shall take me
Clouds shall love me
And I shall flap among the stars.


Listen carefully to the weeps of the girls and boys
Whose fathers went to war
Listen to their mothers' sobs when a death note falls to the floor
Is all of it worth it?
The cannons, the pain
The agony in the midst of war
That no other can explain
What bloodlust must fuel this
This endless revenge
Listen carefully and tell me,
Is all of it worth it?
Even the young boys,
Whose only care is their marbles
They have been taken away
Abducted, kidnapped
For a useless cause
What war is worth all of this?
what war can have such bloodshed?
The sisters are all alone
As they sob into their mother's shoulder

I wrote some really feeble attempts at poetry! C:
critique, anyone?
I can't write poetry for my life, but I need reaaallly pretty poetry for my story. So! Honestly, just rant away at what I did wrong.

[Make_a__Scene]

Just thought I should share this with you all.

[yuki,]

Username: astray;
Nickname: stray
Writing Preferences (Poet, Novelist, roleplayer...): novelist/roleplayer
Example (Can be anything; must be a good length):

The call had come in at some absurd hour in the morning, as was the usual; and the rough male voice on the other end didn’t sound too happy about it either. Nevertheless, they were used to it by now; getting called out in the middle of the night, or before dawn.
That didn’t mean it got any easier.


Alexandra Lewis had spent the previous day sitting at her desk in the precinct, sorting through unfinished files and forms; filling them in so that they could be moved from the pile she had reserved for paperwork that needed filing and to that which housed completed files. It was a tedious task, but it had to be done with each case that came in and out the door. Her colleagues; Justin Archer and Ryan Williams had been doing much the same – although they had somehow found time for a game of pass with the baseball that one of them kept in their desks. Unfortunately, Alex had no such luck in finding a distraction. However, she had taken a break to leave the precinct and get some from a nearby cafe. The crap that came out of the machine in the break room was vile, so the trip to the small shop was worth it.
She had gone home that night with Chinese takeaway; spring rolls and chicken fried rice. It wasn’t her usual order, but she wasn’t exactly in the mood for food. It was becoming more of a requirement, rather than something she actually wanted to do. So, after eating her so called meal on the couch, she headed to bed.
Then, after what only felt like five minutes of sleep, she got the call from Archer.


This is what had her trudging down the sidewalk towards a cordoned off alley in lower Manhattan at four in the morning, her usual cup of coffee in hand. Her hair was tied up into a messy bun, keep the honey brown waves out of her face; although no matter how hard she tried, strands of hair always managed to fall loose and into her face. It was annoying to say the least. As for her dress sense; she didn’t exactly dress up to go to work. In the dim light of her apartment she had managed to find a white button down, black dress pants and a blazer to match. Not to mention the three inch heels that she somehow managed to run in if required. It was a casual, but professional look.
There was yellow crime scene tape along the mouth of the alleyway and a uniformed officer standing watch. Thankfully there were no spectators around; save for the homeless man who seemed annoyed that he couldn’t get in to what she could only assume was his ‘territory’.
Alex showed her badge to the uniform, thanking him as he raised the tape so that she could duck underneath. The stench of whatever waste the dumpsters contained was enough to make anyone gag, but the smell of a rotten corpse was a lot worse hence why Alex was unaffected – almost. She avoided the piles of garbage and headed towards the small crowd gathered towards the rear of the alleyway, where it broke off into a ‘T’, allowing people to go either left of right. The crowd that Detective Lewis had in sight was situated in the middle of the intersection, and she could already see that the coroner had her gurney and body bag prepared.
Hayley Foster was currently crouched down next to what Alex assumed was the victim, although she didn’t have a visual yet. The medical examiner had her clipboard out and was currently scribbling down notes on it, her fiery red hair tied back into a high ponytail.

“Morning detective,” The young woman called out, not even needing to look up to know who was approaching. “Nice morning, wouldn’t you say?” The light hearted question seemed a little out of place for the current place and time, but it was the norm for most gathered. They were faced with this almost every day of their lives so they had to find some way of coping with what they saw day in, day out. Making small talk, and even some jokes, was how most did it - or at least, how the NYPD’s 10th Precinct Homicide Division chose to.

Alex knelt down next to her friend and surveyed the sight before her.
“Victim is a white female in her late 20s, early 30s; at a guess. No ID on her person.” Hayley stated, glancing through her notes to see if she had missed any of the basics. She didn’t like to say anything at the crime scene unless she was absolutely certain it was true; and unless she was looking for an age of a victim, she didn’t like to guess either. “Time of death looks to be around 11.34pm last night; her watch broke as she fell.” The M.E added, motioning with her pen towards the victim’s left arm where there was a broken watch secured to her wrist.
“Cause of death looks to be blood loss, but I’ll know for certain when I get her back to the morgue.” She finished, a grim expression on her face as she stood up and turned away to fetch the gurney.
Lewis lingered a few moments longer, studying the victim. By looks alone, she could guess that the woman had money; the designer clothes were kind of a giveaway. Her long, blonde hair didn’t look like it had been tied up, the ends loose around her shoulders and stained red with her own blood.
Unfortunately, although there was a bag lying beside the deceased, upon closer inspection there was nothing in it but make up and an empty purse. There wasn’t much else to be seen, except for the damage to the pale expanse of her neck. The killer had slit her throat; one clean stroke that left her both unable to breath and losing blood at breakneck speed. Whoever this was either got lucky, or knew what they were doing. It was possible that it was a robbery gone wrong, but Alex had a feeling that it was only a red herring. Thugs usually attacked their victims violently, leaving behind multiple wounds - not with the precision of a slit throat.

“Hey, Alex!” The woman looked up as she heard someone call her name, greeting the detective with a brief nod of her head. Justin Archer was a broad, Hispanic man with buzz cut black hair, and usually dressed a little more casually than most detectives did; leather jacket, t-shirt and jeans. He also had his badge hanging around his neck on a chain, whereas Alex kept her shield clipped on her belt along with her holster.
“What have you got, Arch?” She inquired, straightening up and turning to face her colleague. Archer’s partner, Ryan Williams was currently questioning a civilian by the medical examiner’s van; a civilian that she assumed had either found the body or knew something pertaining to the case.
“We don’t have much yet; no ID on the victim, no obvious signs of sexual assault or robbery. Not much sign of a struggle either.” Archer explained, flipping his notepad open to look at some notes that he had scribbled down. The news he brought wasn’t good; but she hoped that fingerprints might come up with an ID. Hayley would have the results once she had time to look over the body back at the OCME: the Office of Chief Medical Examiner.
“OK, I’m gonna head back to the precinct.” Alex stated, a soft sigh slipping from her lips as she walked out of the alley.
No matter how many times she saw the crippled or bloody bodies of victims, it wouldn’t make it any easier.

Links to stories / roleplays: I'm doing mostly onexones at the moment, and everything I'm currently working on or have done aren't online; they're saved on my computer.
Other: nada