I'm not a poet either, Critic, tho God knows I've made efforts (futile) in that direction on odd occasions. So I can appreciate your anguish when you're told to produce, whether or not your muse is sitting on your shoulder, guiding your writing hand. Blank verse is a lot easier, I reckon. Without bothering to get them to rhyme, all you have to worry about is that the lines span OK. Good effort, though.
Good writing, River City; and so true about the motivation for really excellent stories, too. The only way I've found to get a satisfying result from my writing is to write from my own experiences, and write about things that have affected me deeply. I started writing when I was a kid, back in the late 50's. Now I'm in my fifties, and I've been writing seriously for about six years. Since then, I've been trying to find ways to get peer review from other writers. That's why writing.com is such a godsend. I LOVE this site. Most of my writing is sci-fi, but the situations in the stories are merely extensions of Human behaviour into stranger-than-usual locales. Human ways never change, no matter what the century.
One of the advantages of cutting your own hair is that these days, things are so relaxed that whatever you do to your thatch, someone will see it as a fashion statement and want to copy you. It's sort of like wearing different-coloured socks and finding out that you've accidently started a trend, when everyone at the office comes in next morning with the same idea.
Great writing, keep going.
Good story, EVsDaddy; it helps set the scene. It's good to have a central theme and a main character from which you can hang the action scenes.
Good writing, it kept me interested.
Best wishes,
Hangdooly
P.S. I've got the same idea in my sci-fi stories. Most of them concentrate on a single main character, Princess Roxalann Trehanac of the Interstellar Diplomatic Corps. In her case the first story is Between the Tides. I've also got a main theme, the long-term history of the Human Galaxy.)
Interesting and disturbing story, with a nice element of mystery. Who are the gray beings, why have they captured the man, where are they holding him, and for what purpose? Is this part of a larger story?
Very good story, Kotaro; I've learnt a lot I didn't know about the Samurai life. Nice touch at the end, and so true. When you give up hope in the future completely, as Taka did, you achieve a type of strength that comes only to those who have accepted the flow of things, and swim with the current. If you want serenity, that's the road to it.
Very useful poll, and instructive; the 82% 'yes I like it a lot' response shows clearly that you guys are very much on the right track. Keep up the good work!
Excellent service, you're making a lot of people very happy. This is what the internet is really supposed to be about.
Very good story, kingveltheer; I suffered from a spell of schitzophenia myself about 20 years ago, and I know how easy it is to get immersed in that deep sea of confusion. For about 2-3 years, I quite honestly didn't know what was going on around me. Great writing, keep it up.
Not the greatest opening sentence, I'll agree, hwayzata; however, you expanded well on it, and gave a good story from an unpromising start. Is this part of a series, or a one-off? I'd like to know what happens to them. Keep going.
Well said, Jo Jo; pictures can only grasp the appearance of a person, a place or an object with managing to get a handle on the soul. Just as nobody can know the entire truth about another person, or the complete history of an object or a place, just so, a picture can only give an impression. Unfortunately, when a person passes on, we are left with only memories. When those who knew them die also, they become a memory of a memory, and fade from view. There's an old saying that every time a person dies, a library burns, because we've lost all that knowledge and experience.
Darn good poem, Adagio, and so true too. How ironic it is that America should rage against the imposition of power by the Soviet empire, and then when they become the world's only remaining superpower they begin to throw their own weight about in exactly the same manner.
Nice poem, Michele. I know that touch as well, though not in that way. All too rarely we are touched by the mysterious side of Nature, and we realise briefly the connectedness of all things, the oneness of all experience. Keep up the good work.
Interesting story, well done. I used to live in a council house that was surrounded on three sides by an extensive graveyard, and I used to often see people doing exactly as you describe here--giving their future to the past.
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