Creative Writing

Depth

feeds@yuku.com (getoffmybeach) — Mon, 29 Jun 2009 13:36:47 GMT

"Don't go in too deep!" I remember my mother warning. "The undertow will take you away and you won't be able to get away." As children we were all in awe of the ominous undertow, although we had no understanding of what it was. We played in our ocean, jumping over the cold waves, building castles on her shore, making our first attempts at swimming. She was our playmate, rather like an older sister who entertained us for hours. Even then, at four years old, standing...

Ice Inside

feeds@yuku.com (SeeLissaRun) — Sat, 22 Nov 2008 17:18:27 GMT

I forgot what I wanted to say. It seemed so easy to begin, so seemless to enter into the conversation. He turned his head to indicate he had noticed my lapse and I knew then all he would understand was the color on my face. I used to be so bold. Where had all my courage gone? I hastily excused myself and then turned to run. All I could think about was getting to my car and driving home. Never had I practiced this in my daydreams of him. I was never inarticulate or stupid. As I pushed the door...

The Bandage

feeds@yuku.com (getoffmybeach) — Tue, 14 Oct 2008 05:31:44 GMT

She knew it was still there, the old pain that would never completely go away. Over the years she'd found ways to stop dwelling on it on a daily basis but the odd reminder brought it back. Once in a while a song or a place would bring it all back and she'd relive it, briefly, but she saw this as part of healing. Every little reminder, every time she cried, every bout of anger and resentment made her stronger in the end. It strengthened her resolve to never trust, to never let herself...

Realization

feeds@yuku.com (getoffmybeach) — Thu, 25 Sep 2008 23:01:15 GMT

What was it he'd asked?

"I don't understand what you mean," Lily whispered, although she was afraid she did understand all too well. Her mind was whirling.

"Haven't you always felt different?" Kevin asked, then leaned back against the pillow and continued, "It's a feeling that you're not like other people. You can't feel the things they feel but other things are felt more intensely."

She opened her mouth to...

The Tree

feeds@yuku.com (Lanie) — Fri, 05 Sep 2008 16:39:23 GMT

Tree

Tossed upon a moonlit tempest,

Rushing through a starless sky.

Rolling thunder ablaze in wonder,

through the swirling billows fly.

Raining down...

Ocean & Beach

feeds@yuku.com (RootingAround) — Wed, 27 Aug 2008 09:40:24 GMT

In the gentle breeze, the waves are small yet substantial. They follow a rhythm, one that sets the time to her heartbeat ... the ocean is the voice of her soul. The waves, pulling and pushing the tide of emotions.

Out here by the waves is like being within her mind, hearing those thoughts of peacefulness and of relaxation. It is interesting to hear those thoughts now, sitting beside her ... for those things she says are neither relaxed nor peaceful. Her voice is in conflict...

Rise and Fall

feeds@yuku.com (Tessie518) — Mon, 25 Aug 2008 19:27:37 GMT

He caught and held her with kisses, with desire, with attention. At last, she thought, and surrendered, reveled in being someone worth loving. It was natural to say yes, to give him everything she had, become the lining of his cloud, the spine of his novel, the minutes of his hour.

Indeed, she was so swept up in him, she never saw it coming. What she was once to him, she was no longer. Now, she was the discard of his poker hand, tossed face down, the bent spoke in his perfect...

A Faerie Story (as per request)

feeds@yuku.com (RootingAround) — Mon, 07 Jul 2008 11:37:20 GMT

Outside, it's cold. The fall has gone down its path long since, leaving only white behind. White in drifts spread across the landscape, white in the icicles hanging from the eaves-trough. Color even fades within my home, and I hold my plants close to me, thankful for their precious green, their promise if life and growth.
Then I see a butterfly fluttering through invisible currents, in my living room. Wings of silken amber woven fine, it glows like early sunset in the house, and...

LIGHT

feeds@yuku.com (RootingAround) — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 15:47:18 GMT

As the coals slowly turned from red to grey, giving away their precious heat with no sense of its value, I looked above and watched the stars start to appear. The sky was not yet black - a deep lavender turned dark blue as I watched, and I felt the poet stir in my breast. What a night to be without pen and paper. Watching as the beauty came and passed, I had no choice but to witness it all, having no means to record its journey. I do no longer count this as a check in the negative column, for...

Excerpts

feeds@yuku.com (Tessie518) — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 05:30:42 GMT

These are a couple of quick excerpts from a novel I started a couple of years ago, before a little thing like needing a plot got in the way...LOL:

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I wish someone had taken me aside before I had conceived my son and explained how it would feel to hear his laughter on the wind and his breath upon my face. I wish they could have told me what it would feel like to cradle him in my arms, a creation born of love and passion, and then have him die. I don't know which...

I Believe

feeds@yuku.com (Lyndl) — Sat, 05 Jul 2008 01:12:55 GMT

Every day when I woke , I knew I wasn't dead. I sometimes wondered if that was a good thing. Faded colours and muted sounds. Wading through the mire of my existence. Not sadness really, but not happiness either. Was it really worth it? I don't believe it was.

Until, one day when I wasn't looking, there was you. Was the sky always so blue? Did the sun always...

MIKE's POEMS and LYRICS

feeds@yuku.com (MIKE) — Sat, 28 Apr 2007 02:08:34 GMT

I tried severeal times to up load a story but it did not work. almost was able to do one I did not want to. not as good dont know if i even finishe it.

HERE ARE A FEW POEMS OR POSIABLE SONGS.
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Written about 1961 in highschool. I letter got it publishe in a book and could get it at a discount. it was totally on my own not for class.
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CONSTRUCTION ENGINEER

WHERE THERE IS WORK TO BE DONE AND PROGRESS TO BE...

The Dream

feeds@yuku.com (EastofGarbos) — Thu, 08 Mar 2007 01:35:07 GMT

OK...I am so NOT a talented writer...but I have lots of good stories from my own experience to tell. I have always preferred to do it verbally but for the first time I attempted to tell my favorite experience/story completely in writing with my limited writing skills so I thought I would put it all together from the Dream Thread and share it here for whatever it's worth

Wampum's Poetry Thread

feeds@yuku.com (wampum) — Mon, 26 Feb 2007 07:30:28 GMT

Warning: the following poems/writings are very dark in they're nature, if you're easily offended please don't read. Please also forgive any grammar/spelling errors. Any comments/criticisms are appreciated.

My Infautation

the man with the most delicious green eyes
holds my heart in his dirty hands
he's not so fragile or kind
yet his souls beckons my attention
he does not love me in the way i...

Creative Writing Forum - Guidlines

feeds@yuku.com (Icefairie) — Wed, 25 Oct 2006 09:39:58 GMT

Creative Writing Forum Guidelines

We want this forum to be enjoyable to everyone who visits here. Anyone is free to start their own thread for whatever creative writing they wish to do.

Please do NOT post on anyone else's thread unless it is clearly one which encourages comments or discussion or additions to a story. Some members post in chapters where it would be disruptive to have comments in the middle of a story.

Wedding Vows

feeds@yuku.com (cpalma) — Fri, 22 Sep 2006 06:42:28 GMT

I've been told I may need to think about wording for renewing my wedding vows!! ...

Let's start a Faerie Story!!!

feeds@yuku.com (Icefairie) — Wed, 13 Sep 2006 20:18:01 GMT

We need to catch up with the Breeshire folksys and Sylvendale....

Thor oh Thor where art thou?

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!