Written Arts

[Puppy]

Alright, I'm a girl and like most girls I love to read an write, but I hate having to set up accounts on websites that take days to accept and no one goes one. So I'm making a thread for any girls, who join, and guys who like to write to post their written arts. I'll go first.

This the the first chapter to a series I call the Seasons. Plain yes, but I like the way they turn out. The first chapter is called Winter Nights, and it's never been beta'd. Enjoy!


The wind is howling and the snow is falling, but I couldn't feel more comfortable. The fire is cracking in the hearth next to my chair, and with the blanket I sit under it seems to warm even my hair. I sit and drink hot chocolate while I slow knit my newest blanket, to send to those I love. And yet as I work I feel emptiness, because I know I'm still without you. I don't know who you are, but I see you when I close my eyes yet the picture is blurry, and hear you when I'm alone and yet the voice is muffled. Could it be that I do know you, but I don't yet realize who you are?
As I ponder I come to see that while my life is full of everything a person could want, I'm unhappy. I live alone, away from my family and friends; sure I have friends here, yet they aren't the close ones I held back home.
Home, where is home? Is home where one lives, or where one was born? Is it where family and friends reside, or where one lays their head at night? Is home really something that can be boxed into one area, or can it be all over the place? People always tell me that home is where the heart is, but how can that be when I don't even know what home is?
The heart, it's such a strange thing. Out of everything thing the human body possess it is the most greedy. It always wants something, love, money, happiness, it only thinks of its self. Sad really when one thinks about it, because when it really gets right down to it, it means that humans a greedy creatures, thinking only of themselves when they can.
I've closed my eyes. I didn't realize I had until I heard the tell-tale surge of power meaning the electricity had gone out. Slowly I unfold myself from the chair I had been comfortably sitting on, and unwrap my warm body from the fire warmed covers. I hadn't realized just how cold it really was away from the fire, or just how much scarier the house could be without the buzz of electricity to drowned out the howling wind, or the light from the hanging bulbs to chase off the darkness of the night. I walk slowly to my room so as not to trip on anything that may be in my way, and crawl under the cold blankets of my bed, so as to call it quits for the night. Now I wish I had never left the warm chair next to the fire, but it doesn't recline, so I would've been in pain in the morning had I slept there. And that was my last thought before a drifted off to a dream filled sleep.

[Puppy]

I'm gonna post my second chapter to this in a new post, for two reasons. One: The way it is written is different from the first, and two: the message that comes from it is different, at least to me. This one is called Spring Dreams, please R&R. Again this hasn't been beta'd.

Beauty lies all around, cradling me in its warm embrace. Thick dark chestnut trunks topped with rich hanging forest green leaves crowd around each other, shielding myself and the delicate plants, which lie at their feet, from the harsh wailing rains of spring. Gorgeous bushes of light and dark greens mingle with huge colorful flowers of all shades, forming a breath taking mosaic of reds, greens, purples, and yellows. A thick slightly trampled carpet of grass and clover lie underneath the mosaic walls; extending down into a glistening lake, changing it from its sparkling clear blue to a radiant blue-green.
I can’t help but reach out and feel one of the majestic trees that line the outskirts of the shore; its rough bark a testament to the ravages it’s endured. A thick gluey substance rubs off the bark onto my fingers; threads of the material try to keep me connected to the trunk as I pull my hand back, to no avail. The substance holds my attention for merely a moment, before a sway of the mosaic walls draws my attention to a flower I hadn’t seen in my first inquiry of the area. Its five large petals lay open as though in welcome, luring me in with its bewitching array of colors; the main body being red with a slight yellow-gold stripe dancing along the edges plays with the green behind, and containing the odd ribbons of reddish-purple shooting from the bottom.
A loud yelp from the shore deters my touching the enchanting flower; a small red fox standing at the bank yipping loudly is what greats my eyes, its long bushy tail puffing with every yip. More yips answer, first distant then closer as time moves until a small pack of the red creatures runs through my field of vision and under brush leading off into the wilderness, the first one gone as well. I approach the foxes vacated spot next to the water and kneel down to cleanse my hands of the substance that still resides there. In the distance I hear a wail, a herd of moose stand grazing opposite me; the bull calves butt their small newly grown horns together in playful banter, while the elders watch between mouthfuls of clovers and leaves.
A horrifying howl startles me from the lake and into an unstable tree that fell with me cursing when it hit the ground. Terrified, I jumped up to stare at the fallen tree only to be met by glowering brown eyes framed by dyed dark green tresses. They continue to stare at me for moments before turning, with a curse, to merge with the colorful sway of bodies moving to and fro, some yelling with full voices, others silent with tight lips. Behind the large flood of colors lay monstrous grey structures reaching for the sky with gaudy bright surfaces reflecting what harsh sunlight could break through the never ending sheet of grey covering the sky.
Behind me that howl sounds again, bringing my attention to the grotesque animals moving on a vile black lake; their large yellow eyes casting a ghastly glow into the air, illuminating their macabre bodies of varying shapes and sizes. Sleek ones making a low grumble nearly masked by the roar of larger bodies fly by in a sickening array of colors. The sights and sounds surround me; make my stomach turn and my head ache; my hands find their way to my ears trying to block the noise as my eyes squeeze shut to stop the nausea.
Warmth engulfs me then, this time from two solid arms around my waist holding me up and instantly stopping my aches and pains; allowing me to look at my surroundings once more. I stare transfixed at a true monster of a structure, reaching high into the sky with a black tubular body and spinning head it stood, waiting to reach down and impale those near it with the large spike on its head.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” a soothing voice utters in my ear. The voice of my only, my friend, and my lover
I say nothing, I can’t, the words won’t form, and even if they did my lips would refuse to speak them. So I don’t, I continue to stare at what lies in front of me, from the spiked structure to the blur of colorful shapes on the black lake. Finally I look at my feet, no green resides there, only a whitish slate slab of hard unforgiving crust.
The arms around me tighten, and a kiss reaches my cheek, drawing me from my musings to the one behind me. The words have come now, and I find myself ready to speak them. I turn to them, my mouth open ready to say what’s on my mind when their eyes catch mine, the mixed green hue alluring with its light and dark colors draws me in and shuts my mouth; a wind grabs their long red hair, blowing it to the side with stray strands going into their face playing in front of their eyes; the color catches me this time, the red with stripes of purple-red and golden-yellow streaks remind me of the flower from the world I saw not long ago.
I smile, lean forward for a kiss, grasping their hand in mine, as I pull back I stare once again at the green eyes and whisper “I suppose it is.”

[JayJay]

wow that is some talented writing (if that makes any sense) lol... i shall be asking you to to my english essays in future lol

[CHaMY]

when did you write them? lol, must have taken a long time

[Puppy]

Actually Winter Nights took me all of an hour, and most of Spring Dreams was written in an hour and a half. Mind you both were done a huge span apart from each other. Spring Dreams was written a couple of weeks ago, while Winter Nights was written about a year ago.

[Bj]

I don't it's a girly thing to write stories or such. I do poems....limericks, that is.

[Puppy]

I know it's not, but unfortunatly most men don't like to read or write, unless they're forced to. But I did say any girls, who join, and guys who like to write.

[Bj]

Well, I might just hold you to that

[Dylanesque]

bj said:

I don't it's a girly thing to write stories or such. I do poems....limericks, that is.

Raunchy limericks?

"There once was a man named Enis..."

That sort of stuff?

[Bj]

No, tasteful things:

There was a female dog with an itch...

[Dylanesque]

THE LIMERICK'S FORM IS NOT COMPLEX
ITS CONTENTS DEAL MAINLY WITH SEX
IT BURGEONS WITH VIRGINS
AND MASCULINE URGES
AND A WEALTH OF EROTIC EFFECTS

Not mine, that's why it's all capitals.

[anutsaka339]

I write... But I suck. -.-

[Bj]

A snake once did try
To write a reply
With succinct expostulations
And many abbreviations
All of Impulse exclaimed 'Bulls-eye!'

Not sure about the last line.

[jadewyvern]

Sitting in my chair
staring at the monitor...
sigh an shake my head.

[Puppy]

Haiku, nice. Haven't seen one of those in a while. lol, I know someone who actually made up a Haiku about hating Haikus.