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« on: December 26, 2017, 12:32:41 PM »

Just seemed like a thread we could use. If you've written anything of late, be it a song, a screenplay, a poem, a story, or an epic novel, post a link, post the writing here, or just tell of your writing ideas or compositional progress. Dispense with modesty, let loose and brag on yourself if you want!

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« Reply #1 on: December 26, 2017, 03:08:48 PM »

Ok, this might not quite count as recent but it is the last story I wrote. Did it one evening when I was at RAF Cosford and have only shown it to two other people in the sixteen years since. If you have some knowledge of the Cthulhu mythos it will help understanding it.

Under a gibbious moon something ancient and unspeakable stirred.
For uncounted aeons it had lain, dead but not dead. Waiting to
rise again. Mighty Cthulhu, disturbed from his rest arose, driving
himself up. Through the deep ocean he rose leaving R'yleh beneath
his noisome bulk. His unclean presence polluting the night air as
he surfaced and raised himself in the eldrich night.

Squamous and loathsome, he sped ever southward, to the place his
mind recalled only as the home of his immortal enemies, the Elder
race. Over ocean waves, and then frozen ice he flew on his mere
presence spreading madness and death on the few lonely ships and
outposts he flew over.

Over uncharted miles he passed uncaring and unheeding of the
nightmares and chaos he spread until he saw it. The last city of
the Elder Things.

He stopped at the mighty gates and roared a mighty challange.
One timid teenage Elder Thing pushed by his friends to the door,
cautiously opened it and stared at the prophet and high priest of
the Old Ones, maloderous slime dripping from his noisome body and
quiving in fear piped "What is it?"

In his ageless voice Cthulhu roared "I know your parents are away
for the weekend and you kids are having a party, but some of us have
to work the stars are right shift and need to get some sleep so turn
the damn stereo down so I can sleep!"

His message delivered grumpy Cthulhu rose once more into the air.
Loathsome and endless the creature older than mankind flew back
across the numberless leagues to R'yleh and his eternal rest.
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« Reply #2 on: December 27, 2017, 10:33:46 AM »

Seems my diary for 2017 will be the longest volume I've written since 2005.
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« Reply #3 on: December 27, 2017, 08:35:04 PM »

Well, let's see - all but the noobs in here know that I'm a writer, but -

I've completed five novels since 2012, of which four are in print and the last will be released on May 1, 2018.
I am currently working on number 6, however, I have had a very hard time finishing it.  It's going to wind up being the first book that took me over a year to complete.
I write a weekly (more or less) blog in which I publish short fiction, observations on life, faith, and family, and occasionally just funny stuff I come up with.
And I write posts here almost daily, because I am addicted to this place!
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« Reply #4 on: December 28, 2017, 08:57:09 AM »

One to three movie reviews a week at 366weirdmovies.com, a pace I plan to keep up through the next year.
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« Reply #5 on: December 30, 2017, 07:00:45 PM »

does rewriting/editing count? i'm doing that with my cookbook. it's something i wrote up years ago and got 25 printed as gifts for the autistic young adults who were in my free university  cooking class, the rest went to my nieces and young coworkers.
   my oldest niece found her copy, showed it to her boss,she wants to see it polished up,so maybe it'll get published, who know?
 i'm adding new stuff and trying( with very little success) to make it less detailed .... the original HAD to be super detailed, but in simple words ,,it's hard to explain.
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« Reply #6 on: December 31, 2017, 01:32:49 PM »

I write reviews of movies, music, and whatever else tickles my fancy on my HubPage blog:

https://hubpages.com/@fatfreddyscat
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« Reply #7 on: January 05, 2018, 11:00:53 PM »

In October, in one nine-hour burst of fevered energy, I abruptly wrote a first-person 100-page memoir from the perspective of someone I used to know who died a long time ago, and that experience reminded me of how I used to read about when Joyce Carol Oates wrote The Poisoned Kiss half a century ago, she did so feeling "taken over" by the presence of a strange Portuguese writer she named Fernandes, and when I read Oates so often in my teens I used to wonder what that might have felt like for her.

I wonder no more.

I am a diffidently clumsy writer who often makes corrections and changes, but honestly writing that came out like it was a final draft, barely an alteration to be made. Strange.

The experience of writing from someone else's perspective was extremely odd for several reasons, though this week the one person I've so far let read it said it was the best thing I ever wrote.

Just....gosh.

Now I'm psyching myself up to let two and maybe even three people read it, though one might then print it out just to try to beat me to death with it.

I'm proud of this, tell you the truth.
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« Reply #8 on: January 06, 2018, 06:33:32 PM »

I got a chapter and a half written on my new book over the weekend!
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« Reply #9 on: January 08, 2018, 03:45:19 PM »

Tried writing something for the Lost Media Wiki a few weeks ago. They said it was too short and deleted it.

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{{InfoboxLost
|title=<center>Crash Bandicoot Adventure</center>
|status=<span style="color:orange;">'''Partially Found'''</span>
}}
'''Crash Bandicoot Adventure (A.K.A. Crash Bandicoot: Bandicoot Pursuit)''' was an online point-and-click adventure used to promote Naughty Dog's 1996 PlayStation platformer. It was on Sony's official PlayStation website, and it required Shockwave to run. In it players navigated three islands collecting items. The object was "to collect all seven gems and put them into the Great Mantle." U.S. players who completed the game could enter a drawing for a number of prizes, including a trip to Universal Studios. Parts of the game are preserved in the Internet Archive's Wayback Machine. Source: [https://web.archive.org/web/19961222223310/http://www.sepc.sony.com:80/SCEA/arena/crash/pursuit/]

==Contest==
The game was used as part of a contest. Players who successfully completed the game could enter a

[[Category:Lost video games]]
[[Category:Partially found media]]


Not really sure if there's much else anyone could add. I could've outlined the contest rules and prizes a bit better, and I was planning to do so, but other than that everything's lost. That's kinda the point...  Question Bluesad
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« Reply #10 on: January 08, 2018, 08:50:11 PM »

I am really not in the mood to do anything, it feels like I lost some motivation to do content writing.
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« Reply #11 on: January 08, 2018, 10:33:42 PM »

My book THEOPHILUS: A TALE OF ANCIENT ROME got a new five star review on Amazon today!
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« Reply #12 on: January 11, 2018, 10:52:21 AM »

A few days ago I gave that hundred-page first-person "memoir" I mentioned to the sister of the person about whom I wrote it, held my breath in trepidation as to what she might say, and yesterday afternoon she ended up asking if I'd meet her because she wanted to talk about it. We ended up talking seven hours.

It might say something that the title I gave this project was Tu Fui Ego Eris, a Latin saying that roughly means: "What you are, I was. What I am you shall be." And it's about someone who is now dead, speaking as it were post-mortem.

She seemed oddly taken aback and while she said nice things, many, in fact, and laughed at reading about herself in there (more on that in a second), she also admitted to being weirded out that, as she said, I not only got so much exactly right (which was one of the reasons I wanted her to read it, to tell me if I made any major mistakes) she said it was eerie how I got the tone of her late brother not only right, but "precisely" right.

I thanked her and told her that came from knowing him so well, heck, we almost got married, and she said yes, but HOW did you do it?

Maybe it was the fact we were talking in a cemetery on a gloomy day but she was actually creeped out, and got more creeped out when I admitted to her that while I absolutely am not going to try to say anyone but me wrote it, I did have an experience in writing it that had never come up in my life, out of all I had written. It was like the words were pushed right through my brain, like dictation, virtually no changes were ever made, and she asked me point blank if I believed people could channel the dead, and I said I had no idea but if I had to guess, then no.

I said, "I wrote this, Clare."

She said, "I know, but....it sounds just like him. He could have written it, that's how much like him it was."

She recovered a bit when we went and had dinner, got out of the old cemetery where we had been talking, a place I like to go to and read on my lunch breaks (and no, it's not where her brother is buried, I've never been to his grave, and considering I spent three grief-stricken years trying to live through him dying, I don't think it'd be a good place for me to go) and she talked less about how eerie she found what I'd done and more about how it was like hearing from her brother after all these years, how it read just exactly like how he talked, how I put down incidents she hadn't thought of in years, and no, I didn't make any glaring mistakes, it was all like her brother wrote a life story and she read it.

I'm not bragging in repeating this, only sharing it because it left me feeling moved more than I can probably express, like whatever powerful spiritual drive made me sit and without having thought about it a few minutes before, write someone's life story down in one nine-hour marathon session, and get it so right even someone there for a lot of it told me it was a worthy accomplishment. (I'd been scared I bungled it or she'd be mad.)

Now she wants me to let her father read it, maybe her mother, and I am terrified all over again, especially since there are parts in there that perhaps revisit chapters those people would like to let lie in the past. I'd probably find it easier to let a stranger read it than his mother, ha.

I asked what part she liked best, and she said this one (again, written from someone else's perspective, not mine):


TWENTY-FOUR
One night around this time, I think we’d be talking about September of ’94, I happened to go out with some guys, and in the course of things I did something I rarely ever would and found myself too inebriated to sensibly try to drive home. I was saved from the investment of cab fare by the intervention of my friend’s sister, who happened to work at the establishment where the aforementioned drinking had transpired, and who was also (what’re the odds of this) named Evelyn. She kindly offered me a lift home, which I gladly accepted.

The ride is a blur but she dropped me off well past midnight, I staggered upstairs and fell into bed, then woke up in the morning face-down diagonally across the mattress, still wearing my clothes and having to pee so badly I almost tripped stumbling into the bathroom. There I realized while I was peeing for probably forty-five seconds, that firstly I had no car, it having been left outside the place the night before, and secondly, I had two morning classes, both in my major, and both vital to my GPA.

So, sick at my stomach, head banging like a drum, the room spinning a little, I did what no sane man on the planet would ever want to do and…. I gritted my teeth and called my sister before her school started, and asked her how hard it’d be to take me to my car before she went in.

She caught on instantly and summed my predicament up with cruel accuracy.

“You were drinking last night, right, Brian?”

“Yes, Clare.”

“And you need me to take you all the way downtown, Brian?”

“Yes, Clare.”

“Before school starts, Brian?”

“Yes, Clare.”

“And are you even in a condition to drive when we get there, Brian?”

“Yes, Clare.”

“And this is one of those ‘don’t tell Mom’ things, right Brian?”

“Yes, Clare.”

“After this you’re going to admit I’m the greatest sister ever, right Brian?”

“Yes, Clare.”

“And you’re going to owe me big, aren’t you, Brian?”

“Yes, Clare.”

 “All right, I’ll drive you, Brian.”

“Thank you, Clare.”

“Yeah, you better be thanking me, Brian.”

“I do, Clare.”

She did take me, and even met me with the Godsend of a huge thermos of strong black coffee, but then lectured me mercilessly in a voice like a toy terrier’s, saying how lucky I was it not one of her two mornings where she did gymnastics before school. She said I was stupid and behaving risky, and didn’t deserve to have a car, except at least I didn’t try to drive drunk, points there, but she said I shouldn’t be hanging out with people who set me off drinking like a moron in the first place, especially since I was only twenty and using a fake ID that was not, in her reckoning, even that convincing to start with.

Except for the disparagement of my ID, which I thought wasn’t bad, I agreed with her.

She said, “I don’t know how you get away with stuff like this and I hope you feel half as stupid as you actually look sitting there white-faced, and by the way, Brian, if you’re going to hurl, that’s what God put windows in cars for.”

Do you know how hard it is to sit there with a hangover while your little sister lectures you, and you suck it up because you owe her big for taking you to your car and saving your GPA from your own ruinous stupidity?

I told Clare, “I have no plans to do that again, guys out downing pitchers of Coors with other guys from school is a bad combination because you sort of try to outdrink each other without looking like you are, and I was putting the beer away pretty good. It’s like the alcohol-based version of whose is bigger.”

She goes, “And whose was bigger, Brian?”

So I said, “Well, not to brag...”

I know I’ve said I made it my mission to look out for Clare, but, yup, that time my sister definitely saved my ass.






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« Reply #13 on: January 24, 2018, 03:15:01 PM »

With some encouragement from someone I've been doing a bit of story writing. I won't mention their name in case no one likes it, but if they do send extra karma ER's way. It's a story that has been floating around my head for around 17 years now. I've been putting it down into paper (well, Microsoft Word). The names of some of the characters have been altered a bit, so some people from around here get various cameos and indeed starring roles. Or at least their names do. I've not based the characters themselves on anyone, just stolen their names.

Anyway, here is the introduction and I hope you like it, or at least don't hate it.

Knowledge Burns.
By Alex Corbett.

Prologue: The End.

   I can see my breath on the cold night air. It comes in ragged gasps now. The hole in my side hurts abominably, and I know it won’t be much longer now. I grab a nearby headstone to support me as I fall to my knees on the wet grass. I no longer have the strength to stand and can only lie here hidden for a while in the moonlight shadows. I can’t seem to run or even walk anymore, my body just doesn’t have the strength to obey me. Slumped down, I can hear their voices getting closer and closer. When they find me, they’ll finish what they started and it will all be over.

Everything.

   The right hand side of my chest is somehow both burning hot and freezing cold. A sticky wetness runs down it, staining the tattered remnants of my suit and the grass beneath me. Icy tendrils of mist float on the moonlight. I try to stand, to go back and get Evie, but my legs won’t move. I have to somehow kill them all, get back to the temple… back to Evie. I would need her now, more than I ever had.

   I look down at the body that until recently was a living breathing human being, although I am barely able to comprehend him as such now. It is some small comfort to know that the man who tricked me and led me to this lies dead before me, and to know the pain he endured as he died.

   I think again of Evie. Somehow I must get to her. My head swims with pain as a new wave of nausea envelopes me. There seems to be some cosmic irony in this happening in a graveyard. A cold, moonlit cemetery with none to witness my fate, but the ones who bring it.

   It was Lewis… it all began with Lewis. That night at The Society.

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« Reply #14 on: January 24, 2018, 06:12:53 PM »

I like it . . . a lot!!
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