forum Virtual Creative Writing Club, anyone?
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@ninja_violinist

I'm back and I loved both of those poems!! Thank you for sharing!
@CW_StarkSpangledBanner Yours had a really intense mood that took me a few readings to catch on to. Especially in the beginning, it was easy to miss some of the more ominous parts because of the more happy, fun phrases about dancing and beauty and stuff. But by the end it's really somber (kind of like seasons, I guess?)… So it's a really interesting piece that I think about a lot.
@thighighcrocs-aint-fourteen-anymore Yours is really whimsical and uplifting and it makes me want to go out and dance in puddles or something equally innocent! It kinda caught me off guard when you said "364 days in a year" because it makes me wonder what happened to the other one, but otherwise I really enjoyed this.

@croccin-champagne

That means a lot, thank you! I realized after posting it that the image showed 365, so it was mostly just me confusing myself and forgetting things.

@saor_illust school

(Just gonna slide in as smoothly as possible)

The four seasons, they hide behind a picture so smoothly. First comes winter, the coldest. Her snow falls down from the sky, coating her with ever more. She refuses to let us help, yet she knows she badly needs our help to shovel the snow off her back. Then there's fall, with his dull orange colours, trying so hard to blend in and hide himself. It's not working, fall. Why won't you talk to us? We just want to help, fall. "Go away, all of you" he replies. Spring has however managed to hide themselves, they are nowhere to be seen. Where did you go, spring? Your limbs grow and entangle themselves in all the different pockets of life, you can't hide forever. Summer comes out, boasting his bright green colours as if he won the Olympics. Bright, healthy, leafy foliage grows on the newly shed tree branches. He calls out to spring, calling her, beckoning her to show herself. "Come on out, spring. It's ok to be scared" he calls out. But no response. Spring, it seems wants to stay hidden. Hiding behind the picture, they all are scared. Traces of spring can be found as she runs away, "Spring!" they call, but to no avail. Having revealed themselves, they all shudder and tremble, shrinking and curling into a fetal position instinctively. "I'm not gonna hurt you," I call out. To no hope, they burst out of their hiding spot and run after Spring. I watch them leave, as my world spins and tumbles into darkness. I wake slowly, sitting up and bonking my head on a hard surface. "Ow," I mutter, rubbing my head. I feel all above me, to realize that I am sealed in. "Help!" I cry. "I'm in here," I yell out.Screaming out my whereabouts, I kick and punch at the box all around me until my knuckles are streaming fresh blood. I give up, just as the tiniest grain of dirt trickles in. The realization hits me then. I've been buried alive. Closing my eyelids, I go to sleep - for the last time.

@ninja_violinist

aaaaah okay wow
this started out as a beautiful metaphorical thinkpiece and then it turned into Stephen King and I'm here for it
I really love the personification of the seasons! It fits really well!

One thing I would suggest is a bit more paragraphing - it feels like there are a lot of different ideas that would benefit from being spread out a bit more. (If it helps, my general rule for paragraphs is TiP ToP - if there's a change in Time, Place, Topic, or Person, it probably deserves its own paragraph.)

Either way, thank you so much for sharing this!! I really enjoyed reading it!

@cue-nervous-humming

@CW_StarkSpangledBanner I love it, it's very vivid and as @ninja_violinist said, the transition into that dark twist was very powerful
@thighighcrocs-is-not-ready-for-school i also really liked yours, for the happy fuzz it instilled in my heart
@CW-izzyandgrace your personification of the seasons is really creative and then making it into a sort of story with a very unexpected ending was a really cool idea

@cue-nervous-humming

I wrote a sort of descriptive/reflective piece on the poem by Dylan Thomas. I put it behind spoiler tags because it might be tiggering if you are sensitive to vivid decriptions about death and suvivor's grief.

@saor_illust school

Wow. That was just wow. I've never seen any piece of writing that can trigger (not the ptsd kind of trigger for all you people out there about to reprimand me on the usage of that word. the regular kind of trigger) such emotions like that. i've known movies, tv shows, youtube videos that can do so, and more, but writing. to put such emotion behind writing is much, more difficult. good job!

@ninja_violinist

Hey y'all it's Tuesday. Prompt time!
(I tried to vary them a bit more today, because I feel like I've posted a lot of similar stuff so far. If you guys ever come across anything you'd like to see in here, you can either post it directly or send me a PM so I can put it in the ""official"" weekly prompts the next time.)

The image: [by andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) Ferez]

The song: [cover by Pentatonix]

The poem: [by TS Eliot; I highly recommend reading the full version here]

As always, feel free to share and critique each other's stuff in here! It doesn't necessarily have to be related to the prompts, you can always just post whatever you've written. Have fun!

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Hey, I'd like to join!
So, if I understand correctly, we use the image, song and poem for inspiration to write something?
Edit: Ohhh, we use one of them.

@ninja_violinist

Welcome!
You can use however many prompts as you want! They're just there in case people want to write but don't know what - it's also totally fine not to use them at all.

@croccin-champagne

It's not my best, but it's late and I found myself in the mind of a character of mine again, so

The question is
How many times have you woken up screaming or breathless
In the middle of the night
Your nightmares as vivid as the sight of your alarm clock
Reading 12:23 am

And how many times
Have you stayed up until four in the morning
Watching the shadows creep across your walls
Unable to return to sleep
For fear of your dreams returning
For fear of not waking up

The reassurance of ‘dreams are just dreams’
Never seems to do much
But that doesn’t mean they stop saying it
And neither do you
Hoping if you say it enough
It might become true

@ninja_violinist

@thighighcrocs-is-not-ready-for-school I really love this! I love how it feels like it's addressed to me, because it made me think of how much I relate (I do), but at the same time it also feels very personal and specific.

@ninja_violinist

I finally managed to write something that I'm remotely the neighbourhood of being happy with. (Very very loosely inspired by the poem.)
I'm not sure how much context is necessary, but let's just say that this happens right after my character assassinates a queen. So if you're sensitive to the mentions of death or blood, I wouldn't recommend reading this.
https://www.notebook.ai/documents/90360

@croccin-champagne

Holy shit dude. That's insane. I love your writing style, too, and the use of sort of descriptive comparison(if that's a thing in the way I'm thinking it). It's really good!

And thank you, it is kind of a personal thing, at least to the character who 'wrote' it. I'm glad you found something to relate to in it, because that's an important thing to me, even if I'm slightly worried now.

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Can't relate, I'm still stuck in what seems to be an endless cycle of writer's block

@StarkSpangledMayflower_Mad_Elder

-:-Hide-:-

We all have something to hide
Some skeletons in the closet
Straining to feel the light

Shattered hearts we keep
Hiding in the deep
Of sorrow and hurt
But we continue
Smiling through our pain

We come to hide
To release our pain
The shadows beckon
'Come near, my dear'
To hurt us is a game

Pushed to our limits
We finally snap
But our voice is never heard
We put on a mask
And hide our hurt
We start to fade to grey

Broken glass, tatters and rags
The only things left behind
We take off our mask
And lay beneath grass
As we feel the warmth of the light

We all have something to hide
Skeletons in the closet
Straining to feel the light
We smile once more
And break our chains

"Free At Last"