Writing Challenge #14 - Tilted Forum Project Discussion Community

amonkie · 04-17-2005, 08:54 PM

Great Stories last week people!

*makes a note to do more short stories in the future*

Thanks to the fabulous photography skills of our very own ngdawg ( you can say you knew her back before she was famous) comes this picture for your inspiration :

Write using whatever form your muse decides to grant you this week.... Good Luck!

hokiesandwich · 04-17-2005, 09:02 PM

THis looks a bit like my old high school. And a student set a fire there two years ago, but it wasn't this out-of-control.

Amnesia620 · 04-18-2005, 04:38 AM

Some may think I'm smart enough
I would never cause this type of trouble
though, I knew I'd forgotten something
as I now stared at the charred rubble.

Some may think a student of high marks,
is one who always pays attention in class,
even though I made a huge and horrid mistake,
at least I didn't burn the lovely green grass.

I know I should've paid attention during lecture,
and turned off the burners before I left at three,
who knew Nitroglycerin was really explosive,
it'd have been nice if someone would've told me!

Mbwuto · 04-18-2005, 01:58 PM

Earl woke up that morning feeling a little tense. This was understandable seeing as how he had been on the run all night from a bunch of high school teenagers. Being homeless was not particularly easy or fun, but matters were much harder when bored kids with too much free time got a hold of you.

It had started off a little easier. Punch a wall, get a five spot. That accounted for the soreness of his arm. Guzzle a bottle of old spice, score a twenty. Yep the old gut was a little angry about that one. Earl leaned off his rag pile and tossed up. Much better.After that it got a little hazy. He vaguely remembered spray painting, "I eat dick" on the side of a grocery store. Also he...wait a second?

Where the fuck was he? Earl sat up and looked right out a second story window. This was not the railroad tracks. He had never even been here. He stood up on shaky legs and tried to get his bearings. Something pulled hard on his matted hair. Reaching behind his head Earl found an envelope thoughtfully duct taped to his head. He pulled the envelope, and a clump of oily hair, off his head. Inside was a letter.

"Hope you didn't forget the game. You're[sic] piece is by the stairs."

What game? What was a piece? Hell, what stairs? Where was he?"

Earl looked in his pockets, still fifty bones there. Time to go get some breakfast. Fuck those little shits. The note was probably just a part of some game anyway. There was only one door out of the classroom.

*And I have to keep writing later. Time to leave work*

Hain · 04-18-2005, 08:38 PM

Still working on it but you can find it here:

Day of a Modern Teenage God: Hector Regales

Quote:

Hector stood over his timing rig with the cigarette loosely hanging from his lips. He squinted in the twilight of the new building, so new he could smell the power tools still in the air over his cigarette smoke. He turns the tackle box detonator over and apart attaching each of the leads to his explosives, then reconnecting them to his power source. He always mused that he would go out in a bang.

I have not worked this yet to be something of mine--I have only worked the skeleton of the story line, with the details and the thought provoking stuff hopefully to come later.

mrsandman · 04-18-2005, 10:35 PM

The fire was pretty much confined to the main building entrance. As I drove by the scene the next day, it was surreal to see the lifeless building standing there. The funerals wouldn’t be held here, but it seemed as if they should.

It was difficult to visualize the events of the night before, when chaos reigned and the building was totally engulfed in flames. The heat was a barrier you couldn’t get past without protective gear and precious water to start the attack. Radios crackling, men yelling orders, running.

Gone now, were the fire engines and ladder trucks, and gone were the media as well.
The Salvation Army’s catering vehicle, which always showed up with coffee and doughnuts, had departed around dawn. The tired and hungry firemen were always grateful for their arrival

It somehow seemed fitting that it was a Sunday morning when I first saw the aftermath. A back draft was the hidden killer on this devastating inferno that took three firemen’s lives. Two of the three deadly elements were already present: Heat and fuel. The wooden paneling and furniture and carpet just smoldered, forcing the temperature to steadily rise, waiting for the third and final element…oxygen!

The rookie fireman was on a ladder just trying to ventilate. He was attempting to let the heat and smoke out by breaking a window. This seemingly practical act, started the chain reaction that led to the powerful explosion that snuffed out three firefighters lives. He was one of the three that perished. When he broke that window, he introduced the third element, oxygen, which rushed in and was the catalyst for the resulting explosion.

This was one of the one's that would be talked about for years in firehouses throuoghout the city.

Firemen, not necessarily fearless, race into harms way, when people, rats, roaches, and any other living thing, are dashing headlong in the opposite direction.

Most people don’t give a second thought to a fireman or a cop, for that matter, unless they see their vehicles racing to some real or unknown disaster. When their services are desperately needed, then people are like a man overboard, begging for dear life for anybody to throw him a rope.

Flags will be flown at half-mast, until further notice.

tecoyah · 04-19-2005, 07:09 AM

This loss, of all the words I know
As the wind spreads these ashes of an authors mind
there is no stench as bad...as a burning book
knowing pages no longer wait for me to look
As if a friend decided to go
leaving nothing of themselves for me to find
these accumulated soulprints of writters dead
I have only small snippets of what they said

Why couldnt they burn the Post Office instead

amonkie · 04-20-2005, 11:31 AM

From the ashes rises the phoenix
Sometimes hidden in grief and sorrow
A catalyst for change in foundations gone
Burned memories of failure hold steady steps
Caution slowly nourishes rebirth of dreams
In all it's glory, the phoenix spreads wings
and soars away across the endless sky

J.R.V.A. · 04-20-2005, 01:04 PM

Gawd I kneew they should'nt
Have served beans right
before science class

ngdawg · 04-24-2005, 07:19 AM

As I happened upon the scene
And wondered what transpired
The artist in me took over
My imagination fired
I walked as close as I could
Camera in my hand
The yellow tape stopped my steps
I surveyed this abandoned land
A sign out out front said f*ck and damn
I could see how they were pissed
All their dreams, their hopes for life
In an instant, missed
Back to my car, I made my way
Around to the other side
No life, no joy, no one there
In this fire, it all died
A resort? A hotel? It seemed to be
A place of fun and rest
Now it's ruined
Dead to the world
It failed the owner's quest
I feel sorry for places such as this
I see the dreams that die
A simple flame gone out of control
I bid the wreck goodbye.....

amonkie · 04-24-2005, 07:37 AM

Wow..... AWESOME job ngdawg

sepia · 04-25-2005, 03:58 PM

I watched as the flames consumed.
Inside, there was a clerk hanging on to the telephone, panick stricken and in shock. The wire from the headpiece had begun to burn.

I wondered what he saw those minutes before the Burn. Was it life playing fastforward or was it a dimensional trip to unknown deserts of life unlocking their vaults for him so he could die without the shame of ignorance?

The clerk was steady or would have been if it hadn't been a fire happening. Like if someone had whispered in his ear:

Everything's gonna be allright.

Everything's gonna be allright.

Your world is turning black, ashes rise yet you won't be the phoenix. You will die on this day along with everything else you've worked for. You will be mourned for a brief time before they think about the insurance they could cash in. Your brothers, mothers, sisters and fathers know that money is thicker than blood and that mourning is a waste of time.

Was it the devil?

I wonder. Was it he who must not be named that repeated the mantra for you time over and time again whilst you stood there watching the flames?

Or was it yourself?

Everything's gonna be allright. You'll make it through, everything's gonna.

K-Wise · 04-25-2005, 08:04 PM

All things must come to end I’ve always heard
Just words without meaning not believing them at first
This is our place. A place where I found all of you
You asked and I followed you into our very own
Our very own little spot of solitude
No one around only the sound of your breath
Warming my shoulders and the beating of your breast
As I kissed you. Making love with our eyes
I didn’t realize nor could I explain it then
But these chared remains flow fire in my veins
Reminding that all must come to an end.
As I look at you and you at me I have believed it not
But now I’ve gone and done something wrong
Now I’m greived I have to find another spot
With someone whos not you. I don’t want to
Though all must come to an end I’d hoped it’s not you.

Thank you.

04-17-2005, 08:54 PM	#1 (permalink)
amonkie Drifting Administrator Location: Windy City	Writing Challenge #14 Great Stories last week people! makes a note to do more short stories in the future Thanks to the fabulous photography skills of our very own ngdawg ( you can say you knew her back before she was famous) comes this picture for your inspiration : Write using whatever form your muse decides to grant you this week.... Good Luck! __________________ Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

04-18-2005, 04:38 AM	#3 (permalink)
Amnesia620 Forget me not... Location: See that dot on the map? I don't live there.	Some may think I'm smart enough I would never cause this type of trouble though, I knew I'd forgotten something as I now stared at the charred rubble. Some may think a student of high marks, is one who always pays attention in class, even though I made a huge and horrid mistake, at least I didn't burn the lovely green grass. I know I should've paid attention during lecture, and turned off the burners before I left at three, who knew Nitroglycerin was really explosive, it'd have been nice if someone would've told me! __________________ For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620 Last edited by Amnesia620; 04-18-2005 at 04:39 AM.. Reason: Coulda, woulda, shoulda....

04-18-2005, 01:58 PM	#4 (permalink)
Mbwuto Crazy	Earl woke up that morning feeling a little tense. This was understandable seeing as how he had been on the run all night from a bunch of high school teenagers. Being homeless was not particularly easy or fun, but matters were much harder when bored kids with too much free time got a hold of you. It had started off a little easier. Punch a wall, get a five spot. That accounted for the soreness of his arm. Guzzle a bottle of old spice, score a twenty. Yep the old gut was a little angry about that one. Earl leaned off his rag pile and tossed up. Much better.After that it got a little hazy. He vaguely remembered spray painting, "I eat dick" on the side of a grocery store. Also he...wait a second? Where the fuck was he? Earl sat up and looked right out a second story window. This was not the railroad tracks. He had never even been here. He stood up on shaky legs and tried to get his bearings. Something pulled hard on his matted hair. Reaching behind his head Earl found an envelope thoughtfully duct taped to his head. He pulled the envelope, and a clump of oily hair, off his head. Inside was a letter. "Hope you didn't forget the game. You're[sic] piece is by the stairs." What game? What was a piece? Hell, what stairs? Where was he?" Earl looked in his pockets, still fifty bones there. Time to go get some breakfast. Fuck those little shits. The note was probably just a part of some game anyway. There was only one door out of the classroom. And I have to keep writing later. Time to leave work __________________ - people who have fallen into solitary, half-mad grooves of life and given up trying to be normal or decent. George Orwell

04-18-2005, 10:35 PM	#6 (permalink)
mrsandman Addict Location: 3rd coast area	The fire was pretty much confined to the main building entrance. As I drove by the scene the next day, it was surreal to see the lifeless building standing there. The funerals wouldn’t be held here, but it seemed as if they should. It was difficult to visualize the events of the night before, when chaos reigned and the building was totally engulfed in flames. The heat was a barrier you couldn’t get past without protective gear and precious water to start the attack. Radios crackling, men yelling orders, running. Gone now, were the fire engines and ladder trucks, and gone were the media as well. The Salvation Army’s catering vehicle, which always showed up with coffee and doughnuts, had departed around dawn. The tired and hungry firemen were always grateful for their arrival It somehow seemed fitting that it was a Sunday morning when I first saw the aftermath. A back draft was the hidden killer on this devastating inferno that took three firemen’s lives. Two of the three deadly elements were already present: Heat and fuel. The wooden paneling and furniture and carpet just smoldered, forcing the temperature to steadily rise, waiting for the third and final element…oxygen! The rookie fireman was on a ladder just trying to ventilate. He was attempting to let the heat and smoke out by breaking a window. This seemingly practical act, started the chain reaction that led to the powerful explosion that snuffed out three firefighters lives. He was one of the three that perished. When he broke that window, he introduced the third element, oxygen, which rushed in and was the catalyst for the resulting explosion. This was one of the one's that would be talked about for years in firehouses throuoghout the city. Firemen, not necessarily fearless, race into harms way, when people, rats, roaches, and any other living thing, are dashing headlong in the opposite direction. Most people don’t give a second thought to a fireman or a cop, for that matter, unless they see their vehicles racing to some real or unknown disaster. When their services are desperately needed, then people are like a man overboard, begging for dear life for anybody to throw him a rope. Flags will be flown at half-mast, until further notice. __________________ Hail to ALL the troops and shadow warriors.

04-19-2005, 07:09 AM	#7 (permalink)
tecoyah Illusionary	This loss, of all the words I know As the wind spreads these ashes of an authors mind there is no stench as bad...as a burning book knowing pages no longer wait for me to look As if a friend decided to go leaving nothing of themselves for me to find these accumulated soulprints of writters dead I have only small snippets of what they said Why couldnt they burn the Post Office instead __________________ Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha

04-17-2005, 09:02 PM	#2 (permalink)
hokiesandwich Upright Location: Virginia, USA	THis looks a bit like my old high school. And a student set a fire there two years ago, but it wasn't this out-of-control.

04-20-2005, 11:31 AM	#8 (permalink)
amonkie Drifting Administrator Location: Windy City	From the ashes rises the phoenix Sometimes hidden in grief and sorrow A catalyst for change in foundations gone Burned memories of failure hold steady steps Caution slowly nourishes rebirth of dreams In all it's glory, the phoenix spreads wings and soars away across the endless sky __________________ Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

04-20-2005, 01:04 PM	#9 (permalink)
J.R.V.A. Junkie Location: Utah	Gawd I kneew they should'nt Have served beans right before science class __________________ And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart

04-24-2005, 07:19 AM	#10 (permalink)
ngdawg peekaboo Location: on the back, bitch	As I happened upon the scene And wondered what transpired The artist in me took over My imagination fired I walked as close as I could Camera in my hand The yellow tape stopped my steps I surveyed this abandoned land A sign out out front said f*ck and damn I could see how they were pissed All their dreams, their hopes for life In an instant, missed Back to my car, I made my way Around to the other side No life, no joy, no one there In this fire, it all died A resort? A hotel? It seemed to be A place of fun and rest Now it's ruined Dead to the world It failed the owner's quest I feel sorry for places such as this I see the dreams that die A simple flame gone out of control I bid the wreck goodbye.....

04-24-2005, 07:37 AM	#11 (permalink)
amonkie Drifting Administrator Location: Windy City	Wow..... AWESOME job ngdawg __________________ Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

04-25-2005, 03:58 PM	#12 (permalink)
sepia Upright Location: .no	I watched as the flames consumed. Inside, there was a clerk hanging on to the telephone, panick stricken and in shock. The wire from the headpiece had begun to burn. I wondered what he saw those minutes before the Burn. Was it life playing fastforward or was it a dimensional trip to unknown deserts of life unlocking their vaults for him so he could die without the shame of ignorance? The clerk was steady or would have been if it hadn't been a fire happening. Like if someone had whispered in his ear: Everything's gonna be allright. Everything's gonna be allright. Your world is turning black, ashes rise yet you won't be the phoenix. You will die on this day along with everything else you've worked for. You will be mourned for a brief time before they think about the insurance they could cash in. Your brothers, mothers, sisters and fathers know that money is thicker than blood and that mourning is a waste of time. Was it the devil? I wonder. Was it he who must not be named that repeated the mantra for you time over and time again whilst you stood there watching the flames? Or was it yourself? Everything's gonna be allright. You'll make it through, everything's gonna. __________________ This must be hell for there are no windows.

04-25-2005, 08:04 PM	#13 (permalink)
K-Wise It's All About The Ass!! Location: In a pool of mayonnaise!!	All things must come to end I’ve always heard Just words without meaning not believing them at first This is our place. A place where I found all of you You asked and I followed you into our very own Our very own little spot of solitude No one around only the sound of your breath Warming my shoulders and the beating of your breast As I kissed you. Making love with our eyes I didn’t realize nor could I explain it then But these chared remains flow fire in my veins Reminding that all must come to an end. As I look at you and you at me I have believed it not But now I’ve gone and done something wrong Now I’m greived I have to find another spot With someone whos not you. I don’t want to Though all must come to an end I’d hoped it’s not you. Thank you. __________________ "I love music and it's my parents fault (closing statement)." - Me..quoting myself...from when I said that...On TFP..thats here...Tilted Forum Project *It ain't goodbye, it's see ya later! I'll miss you guys!* - Asta!!