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The aging process has you firmly in its grasp if you never get the urge to throw a snowball.
~Doug Larson

This is a story I started working on while listening to Last of the Wilds by Nightwish. It is about faeries.

I would like feedback. Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes. I do not always catch them all.
( The Last True Protectors )

I've been doing a lot of reading recently and it's made me very anxious to try and start writing again. I really enjoy. and would be looking to write some thing mythology/fantasy based, but the more I research the more I feel like everything has been done. Or, at least that there's a definite pattern in what stories/characters get used. Vampires would be the best example.

I was wondering if anyone had suggestions or knew of any useful resources/places to look that might help me think and possibly widen my options? Grateful wouldn't even cover my response if so.

Title: Of Acid and Marshmallows
Author: seiferre
Genre: Fantasy, Children's, Humor
Rating: G
Critique: If you would like to. :3 Mostly I'm just posting to share, but I'd like to see some comments.
Summary: Marshmallows don't consider it suicide.
Author's Note: This was mostly written for fun; I didn't intend for it to go the way it did, but I was satisfied with it. I wrote it for my sister.

( ...He was a marshmallow – sweet and fattening and perfect for hot chocolate... )

This is my first post on any kind of community site. I hope this goes alright.

Title: A Wild Song
Word Count: 386
Rating: G
Summary: Play me. Play me a song rich and deep. The violin. The violin wanted her to play its song...

(Suddenly the stage with the light cast on her vanished, and her hands and her mind played a melody atop a broken tower...)

O CAPTAIN! my Captain, our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
The arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen Cold and Dead.

~Walt Whitman

I hear the bells
Down in the canyons
It’s snowing New York
Some blue December
I’m going to the moon
About you going
I’m calling you throughout the world
And I can hear the bells are ringing
Joyful and triumphant
And I can hear the bells are ringing
Joyful and triumphant, and…
I hear the bells
They are like emeralds and
Glints in the night
Commas and ampersands
Your moony face--so inaccessible,
Your inner mind--so inexpressible;
And I can hear the bells are ringing
And I can hear the bells are ringing
Joyful and triumphant, and…
~Mike Doughty

So, I have a story in my heart (don't we all). But as I sat down to start it out I felt like I was pacing the story too quickly, I've put what I've written so far in the cut but it isn't much about three paragraphs. I didn't want to continue until I got some feedback about the pace, the content, all that jazz. So please, check it out!


( Mirror )

I was wondering if anyone believes its good to incorporate things that are actually going in your life into your story/stories?
Is it good to give your character "your problems" and see how they would deal with them?
Would it help you through the tough times or just make everything more difficult to express?

It sits on my tiled floor,
the same replicated in the next room, the next, and the next.
Beige fiberglass monolith,
thrill me with your timeless ring.
Landline, come alive now
as the one who lines my mind and my heart
calls to share his own.

I've gone and lost my cellular,
thank god.
Talking heads all around me regain the color of real flesh
to communicate souls
full of longing and vision.

It's nice losing your phone.
Empty of plastic vibrations,
my pocket cradles my right hand.
Now. Now.
Now.
Now I am here. I am here now.
I am not wasting time.