Gathering of the Figments

Figment · Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 5:42 pm Post subject:

Hmmmm, interesting... You could do it involving a lot of flash backs, or maybe it could be the time leading up to the murder... and all the things going through their mind, they are still trying to decide if they are going to go through with it, and the story end with your character hiding, waiting to kill the politician, still not sure if he is going to go through with it, and then the door opens, and the story ends...
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Hawkins · Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 5:46 pm Post subject:

Oh! I like Figgy's idea better.

I can't stop thinking about Flubber, not the movie, just the flubber itself. And the part where Robin Williams goes "move ya little flubbah booty"...it may have been only in the preview, I don't remember it in the movie...then again, I don't remember breakfast.
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Figment · Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 7:16 pm Post subject:

I always wished that i could have some real Flubber... it was so cool...

*Still wants some Flubber*
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Hawkins · Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 8:15 am Post subject:

I would love some flubber for myself, that part when he makes the golfballs and bowling balls bounce around...can you imagine the uses for bouncing bowling balls?!

Btw, it doesn't bother me, it didn't make much sense to me either. xD
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Rainfallen · Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 5:34 pm Post subject:

I dunno. I'm just kinda...

*bleh*

And I've decided social events suck.

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Figment · Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 5:52 pm Post subject:

LOL.... ok... so what are your feelings on the ideas that have been offered?

What social event is this that has made you feel that they all suck?
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Rainfallen · Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 6:27 pm Post subject:

Meh. Don't mind me. I'm just extremely tired and depressed from school. I haven't had any time to work on it and it's basically already Thursday...It's due Monday.

I like the flashback ideas...

Hmmm *rubs chin in thought*
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Hawkins · Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2007 11:25 am Post subject:

I know what you're talking about. I hate being around people. THEY ANNOY ME.

I can talk to people online, 'cause if they annoy me, I just go away. If you try that in real life...people jump on you and steal your wallet. Okay, so I'm being a bit extreme. But don't listen to me, I'm a hermit. I don't like people. At all. *crawls back into dark hole* xD
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Rainfallen · Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2007 4:14 pm Post subject:

I know exactly how you feel.
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Figment · Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2007 4:26 pm Post subject:

I'm a bit that way most of the time... If i have the option to stay home and relax, or go out and party, i would usually chose the stay home option...

Don't get me wrong... i am not quite a shut in... i just enjoy my quiet times... i also enjoy talking to people one on one... It's too... noisy and stressful otherwise...

Also, if possible, i will leave all the lights off, the blinds shut, etc... i go out in daylight and stuff, but i just feel... more at ease, in total darkness...
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Hawkins · Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2007 4:52 pm Post subject:

If it's a nice day, and the sun's shining, it drives me insane to be inside. Well, I can be inside, but I have to see sunlight. There has to be windows. I can't be in a basement where there's no light unless I KNOW for a fact that it's nighttime. I don't know, I just feel trapped. I'm what you call a granola. Or a freak. Take your pick. xD
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Rainfallen · Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2007 1:44 pm Post subject:

OK. I've found inspiration avoiding me entirely. I figure, I'll use the stuff I wrote when I was inspired.

You've probably already read this but well... here it is. In all it's glory(?)..
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Honors English admittance essay
2007

Drumbeats

The drummer is waiting, solemn and still. Waiting for the march. I am handed a torch so that I may see the captives more clearly. But I don’t want to see. There is nothing to gain from it except the inevitable feeling of loss that comes from seeing another’s blood pour from their lifeless body. There is a child behind me and she is weeping. There is a man beside me and he is weeping. A group in front of me; they are weeping. There is a feeling inside of me and it too is weeping. The drumbeats come with the snow and tears are replaced with shrill whispers as the captives are lined up and read their sentence. Their final words I hear. Their final thoughts, God only knows. But it won’t be their last sight of the true world they once fought so courageously to save. Not if I was still a part of it. Pushing, coaxing, struggling through the sea of faces, I find the open road and face my old comrades, my deepest friends. It stops. The whispering, the sentences, the drummer. Stops. And I dare to smile. Yes, YES! I smile! I look right up at the five, nod my head, and I smile with every pure memory I possess. Then I cannot move. There is a pause that I can’t break. My smile almost fails until I see my expression mirrored as their own. And as I’m dragged back to the sea of waiting faces, ever still-I know I’ve succeeded. And in that small accomplishment they have too.

This Passion

Did you once feel this passion too?
The feeling of running through flames and thick sheets of rain
As tigers of dust trail close behind
Run to be chased
Run to be moved
Run for the experience
Oh how light the music trickles down
Upon this blissful wake
Jump now
To feel the abrupt wind billow around you
Granting you flight with wings of willow
Adorned with star’s splendor
And the ashes from a thousand years spent wandering
Will accompany you
Until you’ve found an angel’s grace
And the rich divinity of stillness
Humbly laden with the scent of spices
Then the drowsy moon will whisper you off to sleep
As you dream in opposites
And run through flames and sheets of rain
Deluded and properly set
In this new found peace
This passion

Breathing Again

A bright flash is heard and I fall into ashes. I can't see the waves or the street. And I don't recall. I mesh my limbs together till the fog nears and I embrace it with a song I never learned. Coming closer still is the new and uncharted world I've been to before. Fall. Fallen. Falling. I fell upon the outskirts of a new emotion and beheld the radiance of a new kind of black nothingness. I tremble. I awake. I stand up and creep to the side of the embers. These flames give no comfort but merely add to the darkness surrounding. God's high pitch settled into a bleak green that engulfed the fountains now coming to my vision. I am deceived. It is only

air.

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It's all in double spaced format so doesn't looked quite so squashed.

And, unless you think I should change anything, that's it! I think it's alright and should do the trick...and if not then I'll get over it.

By the way...Thank you for taking the time to read all that!! I bet your eyeballs burn. Shocked

Rain

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butterflii · Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2007 8:26 pm Post subject:

Oooo well done I like the first one! Very Happy

I know this isn't a comments page for it, but my eyeballs were burning and I didn't know what to write Wink

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Figment · Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2007 9:06 pm Post subject:

Nice!

The only thing was though... Uhm, after it goes to the poem, everything becomes very cryptic and almost surreal...

Perhaps that is what you were going for, and if it was, then you did it very well!

But it is sort've hard to understand what is happening in the last bit...
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