Character names are what you make of them i one had a charrie named appple and look what happens? Gwenyth Paltrow names her kid apple! *JK*

SOrry! that was really really random.

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*sigh* Yes, when we decide that... I'll hopefully be seeing my friend a lot this summer, though, and we'll be able to finish it to film it by Christmas, when her brother (Ninja1) comes back from uni over Christmas break.

Ah, and welcome, Lady Alatariel!

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Well, my friends, I've returned from my cruise with the very flavor of the sea in my bones! I've started writing a new poem and figured I'd post up a little of it here for some feedback!

<center>The midnight hour grew long and dark,
Setting this hour far apart.
And as the seas churned deep and black,
The waves broke against the hull with a deafening crack.

Madison Locksley and his loyal crew,
Worked and toiled the whole night through.
They had one desire and it was all the same,
To keep Lady Victory floating on seas untamed.

O, what made him sail?
On an ocean so violent?
When he had departed from port,
Poseidon had been silent!

Unknown to Locksley his crew hated such toil,
Being under his command made their very blood boil!
As the hours grew longer by the nautical mile,
The crew looked about with mutinous smiles.</center>

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<center>“Envy consists in seeing things never in themselves, but only in their relations. If you desire glory, you may envy Napoleon, but Napoleon envied Caesar, Caesar envied Alexander, and Alexander, I daresay, envied Hercules, who never existed.”
at one point, I was alejandrah.

That's fun, Port. I love the last verse.

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^_^ that's my favorite, too. It's been great fun to write so far.

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<center>“Envy consists in seeing things never in themselves, but only in their relations. If you desire glory, you may envy Napoleon, but Napoleon envied Caesar, Caesar envied Alexander, and Alexander, I daresay, envied Hercules, who never existed.”
at one point, I was alejandrah.

You're going to keep writing it, I'm assuming?

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Port: That's so cool. I love it. 'Course, that may have to do with me loving to sail... but it's good anyways.

Alright, I was writing this in my head in the middle of a fencing match last night. I know, so smart of me, isn't it?

The smell of sweat fills your nostrils as you pull the helmet over your head.
“Pre. Alle.” The referee says, and the match has begun. Your opponent lunges at you, and you move back and parry, but he disengages and lunges again, attacking your sword arm. The touch is his. Back to the starting line. Another few words from the referee, and you’re off again. Eyes focused on your opponent’s sword and arm, you bite your tongue in concentration. A balestra. Lunge. Parade. Degagement Alonge. Marche. Battement. Touch. The score is 1-1. Only four more to go, you think, moving back to prepare yourself for the next point, whether his or yours. Beads of sweat are beginning to form on your forehead, and you close your eyes briefly to wish for a way to wipe them off your face. Time after time, touch after touch, the match continues. The score is 3-4, with you in the lead. You remind yourself not to let your guard down, even though a win is in sight. Marche. Alonge. Lock their sword. Down to the toe. Touch! You have won the match. Tearing off your helmet, you salute and shake your opponent’s hand. After unhooking yourself from the wires, you pull your glove off of your hand and partially unzip your jacket. Smiling as you step off the piste, you then take a swig of water and seat yourself on a wooden bench. You lean your head back against the wall, knowing that you will be sore tomorrow. But you don’t mind, it’s something you’ve been used to for a long time now. As you take another sip of water, you remind yourself once more of something you never need to be told.
You are a fencer.

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Very nice, Port. I liked the rythym.

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BOO-YAH! I wrote more today!

<center>After the storm had blown itself out,
"Captain! Captain!" did the crew shout.
"Locksley you know we adhere to the code,"
"But we fear that The Lady has too much a load."

They shifted their eyes,
Hoping Locksley wouldn't be wise.
With a juke and a twist they tied him up to the mast,
Praying to God that their knots all held fast.

Madison sighed and threw his head back,
He writhed and tugged but his binds gave no slack.
Breathing heavily he showed not his woe,
Even though he was tied down to his boots' toe.

He cut glances and glares at his snickering crew,
He seemed to know just what they were about to do.
“Do as you please,” Madison said to the lot,
“I hope you all drown and sink down to rot!”

“Well, let’s see, since you put it that way,”
“I see no reason why you should see the light of day!”
These cruel words were spoken by Blaesus Broe,
Right before he bellowed “Take him below!”
So they cut Locksley loose,
Shoving him below deck with threatening abuse.
He was barred in his rooms,
To think of his impending doom.
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<center>“Envy consists in seeing things never in themselves, but only in their relations. If you desire glory, you may envy Napoleon, but Napoleon envied Caesar, Caesar envied Alexander, and Alexander, I daresay, envied Hercules, who never existed.”
at one point, I was alejandrah.

Ooh, I love that poem Port. I definitely want to hear more.


And Nightingale, I really like the second person writing style you use.

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Port: I want to hear moooooooooore....

Tar-Mendez - thank you! I figured it would be better than using third person or first person, because it would give a better experience and stuff for the reader.

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^I agree. It's quite a different style to write though, and I couldn't manage it.

The things we do for these readers. It's insane!

I'm actually trying really hard to get the reader to feel like their just a part of the crew watching in my poem, and I'm really hoping it's working out like I'd planned.

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<center>“Envy consists in seeing things never in themselves, but only in their relations. If you desire glory, you may envy Napoleon, but Napoleon envied Caesar, Caesar envied Alexander, and Alexander, I daresay, envied Hercules, who never existed.”
at one point, I was alejandrah.

Has anyone here written a short story (or full length story) in another language? I've always wanted to do that.

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I had to write a short story in Spanish one time. Let me tell you, not as fun as it may seem. I started out well, but by the end of it I wanted to throw it into a lake or something.

I love the poem, Port.

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Haha, I can write children's books in Spanish...


"El Pinguino y El Gato..."

Paco el pinguino tiene una problema. Graciela el gato tiene una problema tambien. Paco y Graciela tienen sed, pero no tienen un refresco. Que hacen?


Haha. I hate it.

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Es un cuento tristísimo. *se abraza Paco y Graciela*

El cuento corto de PotR:

Había una vez, hubo un pirata cuyo nombre fue Jack. Uno día, Elisa Cisne mató a Jack. El fin.