I agree with Ama, I had to remind myself it wasn't actually a song. ~:| It was really good Helena, those sorts of things really catch my attention, and yours is really, really good. You should try writing songs more often! ;P
[act]feels all warm and fuzzy[/act] aw, thanks everyone |:( i didn't think it was all that good... i mean it was the first time i'd written a song in... well... ever really :P
i got my marks back for my english creative responce... who'd like to read it? well too bad, i'm putting it up :P (warning, its about 1000 words and a Twlight parody :P )
More Metal Than flesh.
I beheld an alien landscape.
In my immediate vision stood a large school. Three stories of brick and surrounded by luscious emerald vegetation. I did not feel as though I belonged as a delicate film of drizzling rain slowly soaked the surrounding area, though I did not seem to be damp, and to be honest, I did not care either, as I did not like the wet.
A loud buzzing noise emitted from within the school and, abruptly, I found that the place was filled with movement and life… although, upon close inspection of the life forms, I noticed that they were generally coloured, not in the normal creamy or chocolate hues usually associated with humans, but bronze and the occasional silver glint. More metal than flesh.
“Forkward! Wait for me!” I turn to the source of the commotion and beheld a spoon, upright and running, heading towards a glistening fork with a badly disguised orange-brown toupee that had halted when the other mutated piece of dinner service had called its name. The duo faced each other in front of the swarming parking lot, the students milling about reminding me of a shambolic dishwasher.
“Spooner? What’s the matter?” The utensil, who appeared to be aptly named ‘Forkward’, asked with concern, unaware that he had bolognaise sauce staining his prongs. As ‘Spooner’ was about to reply, Forkward whipped his said prongs in the opposite direction, his attention now focussed upon a small group of other forks. The other pieces of cutlery could be seen somehow glaring at the silver entity, tapping their attached legs with obvious impatience and annoyance.
“I’m sorry, I have to go… maybe another time?” He smiled at the stunned spoon as he glittered alluringly before striding towards the car and his obvious relatives.
Unexpectedly, the voice of Spooner surrounded me and dramatic, somewhat gloomy, music began playing as a background to her monotonous, mechanical tone.
“Sporks. Population: three thousand and thirty nine. Constantly raining and a base camp for over fifteen thousand rabid fangirls. And now, officially, my home for the past month.”
The music reached it’s climax and Spooner’s voice was rendered silent for a few moments, allowing me a rest from the need of wanting to rip the ears from the sides of my head.
“For nearly a month I have been watched and followed by Forkward, a strange boy from my Biology class. I knew that I should have been worried about him stalking me and watching me in my sleep, but, honestly, who was I to say ‘no’ to a totally hot piece of metal?”
I attempted to find the origin of this horrid voice, but it seemed that she had disappeared yet her voice stayed with me.
“So, here I was, stalked by this flamin’ hunk of cutlery, best friends with the school’s gossip queen and every guy in the school lusting after me… but I was still awkward, clumsy and hated by every single female in the school, unable to make many friends due to my awesome ‘angst-ness’ and my constant ‘spastic blinking fits‘.”
A loud, thunderous growl of a grizzly bear ripped through the air of the silent meadow, making my nerves twitch violently from the noise.
The huge cherry-red Chevy pickup from the school’s parking lot lumbered, much like the animal that it was imitating, up the driveway, shambling ever closer to an old colonial-style house. The house stood in the clearing, glaring in all its pompous self-assured ease, as if it had been there for a thousand or more years and was at one with the landscape.
“Are you sure that they’ll like me?” came an all too familiar, droning voice, only this time with a hint of worry flavouring an otherwise bland palate.
Forkward smiled lovingly at her, although I had no idea how I knew that, as he had no mouth or facial features. He leaned towards Spooner to give her a quick peck on what appeared to be the equivalent of her cheek.
“Don’t worry, they’ll love you.” he attempted to reassure her, but, just as he went to grasp her hand in his, a horde of rabid steak knives charged from the bushes behind them.
“Oh-em-gee! It’s the Forkward!” they all chorused, converging upon the unfortunate pair with feverish looks, screams and much fainting.
“Fangirls… I should have known…” muttered Forkward. I noticed him clutching Spooner closer to him, appearing to be preparing to run for their lives.
Six blurred, almost invisible, bodies came hurtling out of the large house, coming to stand next to and in front of the odd duo, appearing to protect them from the raving and frothing steak knives.
“Forkward- take Spooner and get her out of here. We’ll take care of this.” an older looking pronged cutlery piece with a mop of angelic blonde hair ordered Forkward. He was obviously the head of this little family of forks
“Forlilse, no! I can’t-” but before Spooner could finish heartily protesting that she was being forcibly removed from the most excitement that she’d ever experienced, her forkfriend threw her over his shoulder and took off into the forest.
I was gliding along beside of them, unable to stop myself, no matter how many branches I grasped at in ineffectual hope, I plunged forward, deeper into the forest with the pair.
“They’re just fangirls.” he reassured his spoonfriend as they came to a graceful stop. “They just want to protect you.”
“But why? What am I to them that they want to risk their lives? I’m just a spoon after all.” the desperate member of a dinner service performed a worried jig for her emotions benefit.
“No, you’re more than just a spoon- you’re my spoon.” he growled this possessively as he embraced the frantic Spooner.
so, what do y'all think? i got an ok-ish mark back (12/15)... so it was alright i suppose...
comments and feedback muchly apreciated! :D
Really entertaining, Hel. The forks and spoons made me laugh. ;D A few typos here and there, but everyone makes them so its no biggie. Hehehe. Forkward. ::)
But, overall, a very detailed piece. Good job! ;D
How do you come up with this stuff Hel?
Haha, Hel. That was hilarious- a little hard for me personally to picture- but hilarious. XD
XD I love it, Hel! Especially the invisible voice of Bella: it's so true!
eepers! 8-| i forgot that this was here!! X:-/
and thank you everyone! :D
@Tonks- i have absolutely no idea to be honest :P if i knew the answer to that i think i'd know the answer to life itself ~:|
okies, i found my old USB! :D it went missing for 6months and then turned up in the english staffroom where one of my friends found it and gave it back to me. on it was 2 stories that i'd written ages ago for an english extention1 assessment...
it was for something along the lines of 'themes'.. and for the assessment you had to write 2 very short stories with conflicting themes- eg; 'love' and 'hate' :P
so, here they are- i completely forgot i wrote them and they're horridly under-done in my opinion...
I sit here, consumed by the words on this simple page, the way that they play with each other, and the way that they influence my imagination.
The library is quiet, the soft sounds of settling dust are the only noises that can be heard besides the steady rhythm of my lungs and heart and the frequent crinkle-thump of pages turning as the book consumes my consciousness.
No. wait, there is another sound now, not normal and comforting- footsteps.
There is someone coming, sneaking along the book shelves, seeking something unknown to them.
I ignore them and continue to read, though I can’t loose myself like before in case they see me, then they’ll know my weakness.
The footsteps stop, I sigh in relief, they have gone and left me in peace.
I fail to notice the shadow that has fallen onto my page like a leaf in autumn, and I fail to notice the other’s breathing and their heart beating steadily.
I am reading, nothing disturbs me while I read here, my mind is my refuge, and my books my iron fort.
“Olivia?” a soft, deep voice calls.
I freeze, I though I was alone, I’d gone back to reading.
“Y-yes? I-is there something I can help you w-with?” I try to keep the stammer from my voice, but I fail.
“Uh, I was just wondering… what would you recommend for me to read? I need one for a related text for my English assignment.”
I look up at the stranger, and I do not recognise him, but that’s not surprising… I don’t really notice anything besides the latest fantasy novel two inches from my nose most of the time.
“Oh, um what are you doing your assignment on? What theme are you focusing on?”
“Pride and Prejudice, and my theme is ‘love’” he laughs nervously, as if embarrassed to be caught reading something so girly.
“Hmmm… let me see... why don’t you try ‘Tithe’ by Holy Black? That’s a good one to focus on for you.”
“Thanks. Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?”
I consider him; he doesn’t seem to be mocking me.
“Thanks. Why is it that you sit in here and read?”
I eye him suspiciously, can I trust him?
“I don’t have any friends; they all left me because I’m a little strange.”
“Me too, they don’t really like me anymore… that’s why I came over here for once… I always see you here by yourself and I thought ‘well, if we’re both going to be alone, why not be alone together?” he sits down and opens ‘Tithe’.
I stare at him for a moment, but then shrug and start reading again.
Somehow I don’t think that I’m going to need my iron fort for this boy.
and the second one with conflicting themes:
The air rushes through my hair, lifting my long, blonde pigtails into the breeze created by my passing, I’m late for practice again, but the coach wont mind.
“Ash! Wait up!” someone calls from behind me, voice echoing up the empty corridor.
I don’t stop to look at them, I just peer behind me, its Lauren, she must be late too.
“Oh, hey Lozza! Don’t worry, the coach wont really care if we’re late.” I smile at her, trying to be friendly. Lauren’s new on the team, so she doesn’t quite know how to act and what she can get away with now.
“Really? Won’t we get, like, a detention or something? I though that’s how things worked around here...” Lauren’s also new to the school in general, she’s got the normal rules down, but she doesn’t know the awesome rules that we have.
I giggle politely at her question.
“No, silly! We’re allowed to be late! We make late fashionable.” I wink at her while still giggling, trying to gain her trust.
“Oh! Um, alright then… if you say so…” uncertainty. Yeh, she wasn’t going to fit in very well around here with that attitude.
Eventually, after I’d forced her to chit-chatted half of the lesson away, we arrived at the gym. I could hear the coach screaming at some freshman who’d come in while practice was still on.
“Ah, the delicate tones of Coach Marx. It never gets old, trust me” I laugh cruelly at the freshman as she gets dragged off like a broken doll towards the principal’s office for a detention. “Gotta love this life, eh Lozza?”
Lauren looks a little shocked, so I giggle at her again.
“Come on, come and meet the girls… if they’re here, that is” I grin at her, trying to entice her over, like a scared little rabbit.
“Do you think that they’ll like me?” she asked me nervously.
“’Course they will, sweetie! As long as you do the right thing by them, that is.” I link my arm through hers and drag her over to meet my friends.
I giggle again, this time a little threateningly. I was going to have so much fun with the new girl.
like i said, they're a lot worse than i'd normally write (don't know how i managed it, but i did), but i don't mind them... so i thought i'd share :)
please feel free to criticise :D
Why should we criticise them Helena? :) I love how you have mentioned Pride and Predjuice in the first short story. That was the icing on the cake!
thanks VC :) like i said, it was for an assessment task ages ago, so it's not my best writing, that's why there may have been criticism :P
anyways, anyone reading this, this is just a warning: in about December or January i'll probably be putting up my English extension 2 major work and such. that's the general reason why i haven't been putting anything up lately- i've been too busy writing for that :P it should only be about 3500 words all together :) (it's a compilation of poems)
so, you have been warned ;P
You write a lot of words Hel. It must take a lot of time to write all those words. I'll be looking forward to reading some of it.
Hell, what you've written is absolutely amazing! I love it! :)
thanks everyone =) i normally don't write scifi stuff, and it's nice to know that someone likes it when i do :P
and thanks bunches Kaede! when i get the chance i'll edit out all the errors! it's good to know that someone's picking up my mistakes ~:| i have another piece that i'm working on at the moment ( (L) not having the HSC to worry about any more!!)... i might put it up in a few days :)
again, thanks everyone! :D
okies, i promised my HSC English Extension 2 Major Work poems, yosh? wells, now that HSC is finally over and the marks are in, i can put them up for anyone who wants to read them :)
i'll put them up progressively, there's a lot of them :P
Tantalising ignorance. But
Oh how we love
Soaring over boundless plains,
The gushing wind beneath
The space between
heaven and earth
becomes our domain
Knowing only the
Saturated within our own exultations
The tight coil
Innocently wound deep
A forever ago
What if time stoped right…
Capturing the moment
sitting before me;
butterfly dipping a long tongue
into a bottlebrush flower,
a mist of tiny water droplets frozen,
like its winter counterpart,
a millisecond before they break
the turbulent surface
of the pond below
Time keeps moving,
growing older by the second;
just like every other moment of
that I had hoped would
goes back to that one frame,
the most perfect and innocent in all of history
for right now,
I savour this tiny fragment
While I am here nobody can touch me,
they wouldn’t know where to look
for a start.
Deep inside the bush’s belly,
almost no one knows that this place exists…
This is my home.
of the droplets from the waterfall
chuckle at the thought of this place
being like a home; with four walls and a roof…
this is a home for the soul,
not the flesh.
I picture my spirit
in front of a fire
like a fat old cat,
like you see people in the movies
in the dead of winter near a
fire and hearth…
The waterfall is my fire and
the pond surrounding
is my hearth and grate,
keeping the water droplet-embers
from escaping and setting my world on
While I’m here,
within my world,
from the waterfall fire,
I am at peace
with the world.
I am home.
Best foot forward and
Away we go!
No twists and turns:
There’s always a straight way
To the point we seek.
Life will find us;
Curled up by the fire,
Book and tea at hand, and
A warm, welcoming smile.
Blind leading the blind,
Life rings at the ready,
hope and purpose ,
Existence and strength.
and the rest i'll put up tomorrow or something :)
Those are very nice Hell. It is a wonderful style of poetry, which I personally think takes a more skill than the normal, rhyming, kind.
I love them all Hell! You did a good job making the words impactive. I love it how it can flow so well without the words rhyming, and i agree with Thalia when she says it takes more talent. I have never gotten the hang of it properly, i can't get the rght flow. oh well, i can just read yours! :D
thanks lovelies :) i honestly find it harder to do rhyming poetry... there aren't enough words in the English language that rhyme! ).( lol
anways, i'll put some more up now... i think i've got almost a dozen poems in total... i'll get them all up... eventually :P
Like a wave we tumble
Collapsing into ourselves from fear, oppression and social demand.
With the pain of the passing years
With the last breaths of our souls we contain ourselves and
We ‘suck it up’
Like a parched desert would rain
This is what we have become.
We are what we are.
This is what the world has made us.
Innocents and naivety no longer an option.
We fly ever onwards, towards an illusionary horizon.
Speak no evil. Hear no evil. See no evil.
We are blind, we are deaf, we are mute to the plights of our own race.
Our insides become knotted
Thoughts tangled in our own needs, wants and conflicting morals.
Doing anything to escape
This life, these thoughts… our
Disconcerting, deceiving emotions.
Giving voice to our inner fears
Darkest shadows flitting through our minds,
Our own ethereal demons.
The world is racing by.
We don’t want to die.
Burnt wings cannot fly.
With infinite imagination
Anything is possible.
The improbable is rational,
Only in the innocent light will
The deceiving darkness break.
For what is unattainable.
Searching through the muddied waters
With blind faith:
Bleaching the world of meaning,
The society of the damned
At the ever fading innocent hope.
Deficient in this final faith
Searching through the muddied waters
With blind faith:
Fire burning deep within,
Water surging through,
Wind scouring at the soul and
It will come
Borne upon a tide of action.
Searching through the muddied waters
With blind faith:
The movement of the thunder clouds;
Tumbling. The worlds strike each other;
Smashing. The words spill from their mouths;
Trembling. The tempests collide,
The true identities are…
Fast they all fall, ever spiralling,
With seeming innocents,
At their thoughts,
And incinerate all but
The angels of heaven
In an attempt to
Quench the fires of hell
As they take a step further,
From the rain.
Why were we designed to feel this way?
The sorrow of so many yesterdays;
The daunting indistinct future.
The gentle, innocent drops
Caress the tiny cars below,
Streaking the gorging, gaping pit
Of red and white
As they drive past.
The rain unites all
As it does
The heaven and
Both never to meet,
For something more.
They take the last steps,
Air passing above their head,
Racing to fill
The space left
As they fall
The crocodile tears
Of the angels
With the genuine tears
Of a broken heart.
And they think to themselves:
Look beautiful tonight…
i think i'll put the rest up in the next post... but it's 3am at the moment and i can't be bothered :P
I totally agree with Fate. It is actually quite confronting the way you put it. Now when i think about it all i can think is, what about here! or here! or even maybe . . . here! 8-| creepy.
Even if you find it harder to do a rhyming poem i still think you have heaps of talent! :-}
thanks again, lovelies :)
okies, here's the rest of them:
The dawn is breaking,
Can you feel it?
It’s oozing over the horizon,
Leaching the brilliant midnight blue,
Stealing dreams from the sleeping.
Slowly filling the skull of the world
With chemically incandescent light.
The dawn is breaking,
Can you hear it?
The soft, soothing, innocent chirp of cicadas
Replaced by the rasping of the restless birds,
Intent upon their prey.
The dawn is breaking,
Can you see it?
The bleeding sun falls backwards
Across the blood-soaked sky,
Changing it from crimson to frosty blue,
Before dieing once more,
Taking the souls of the dearly departed
Into the underworld.
The dawn is breaking,
…Can you bear it?
Memories, white doves on the horizon,
Flying home to roost.
Never to come back,
Never to find you again.
Emotions, dark shades flitting in your outermost vision,
Sneaking up on you when you least expect it,
Sometimes scaring you half to death.
Thoughts, a tigress stalking, waiting, watching,
Silent- padding through your mind,
Heart, helpless, innocent damsel, crying out in desperate appeal-
Hard and cold as marble,
Soft and warm as an embrace.
Mind- knight in shining armour,
Rescuing those in need, controlling the rampaging steed,
With calm force and logic.
Soul, shape shifter, forever a mystery, forever known,
and the last one is kinda a rap thing :P it goes to a beat... i hope that you get the beat with the words...
Backside of humanity.
Without our morals
We’d cede our brains.
Unable to function
Fit only for consumption
Numbers and figures
We lose our names.
Breaking our backs
With the enculturation
Driven forth by a nation
Of blood-bathed beasts
Lusting for the kill.
We have no…
We have no drive,
Forced to divide,
While unravelling the mystery,
Of what’s already happened,
And what eventually will.
Hatred and rage
That we’ve been forced to cage
Bleeding and breeding
Without them conceiving
The depression and angst
That we have shackled to our hearts
Bring it back…
Bring it back to our thoughts,
Our morals distort.
Bent by the pain,
Feeling the flame
Of the thousands of eyes upon
Every inch we take.
How’d we end up like this?
Innocents turned to ignorance.
Love turned to hate:
Hate turned to pain.
okies, that's it for my Major Work... there were a few other poems and such, but i'd already put them up previously for feedback before i took them back down again. i'll slowly start putting them back up again when i get the time :)
Well done Hel. What mark did you get for them?