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(no subject) [Feb. 10th, 2005|01:19 pm]
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yaknob
[feeling |tired4am.............never again!]
[hearing |AC/DC Dirty Deeds]

Dragged myself out of bed at 4am, was bored so I did some work. Added some more detail but I continued it in my own fashion, i think it will be interesting when its done.Collapse )
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what can i do to make it better [Jan. 27th, 2005|01:13 am]
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ninjanamedzero
Bad Choices and Worse ResultsCollapse )
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Want to help with my short story? [Jan. 16th, 2005|01:11 pm]
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heatmusic
[feeling |frustratedfrustrated]
[hearing |the gears in my brain]

I'm writing a short story with a deadline, but I'm stuck. Very stuck. Want to help just a little? (If the story sounds ridiculous, I did it on purpose. Seriously.)

'he pulls the keyboard from underneath his volumes and slowly lowers his short fingers to them...'Collapse )
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Terrible, terrible delays.. [Dec. 16th, 2004|06:16 pm]
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push_pin_harrow
So, it seems, I have managed to fall greatly behind in upkeeping and responding to people in this community. I shall try my hardest to rectify that in the new year, but at the moment I have a lot on my plate. Also, if I haven't made it clear before, everyone is welcome to comment on each others works or post their own prompt ideas.

In the meantime, I hope everyone has a pleasant and enjoyable holiday season..
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(no subject) [Dec. 10th, 2004|05:05 pm]
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twilightfucker
[feeling |lethargiclethargic]
[hearing |the copy machine- my mothers work place]

An introduction to the community:
Write about yourself on a lazy afternoon in summer. What are you doing - feeling - thinking - listening to - playing with - pointing at?

It’s kind of messy and probably has some spelling mistakes. Hi I’m new. Age 15 sex: sometimes ;) I’m female and write as a hobby though I would like to get better at it. I kind of dont know anything about proper writing so if my grammar sucks and all just tell me how to fix it and I’ll be grateful. I really just write for the enjoyment of it and don’t know much about the rules. Anyway hope this isn’t too shitty. And I was wondering are we aloud to post stuff outside of the prompt or is it strictly prompt writing and that’s it. All right go read now and tell me what ya think! Bye!

summer rain Collapse )
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Prompt #1 [Nov. 28th, 2004|03:13 pm]
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heatmusic
Time - 10 mins.
Type - Character.
An introduction to the community:
Write about yourself on a lazy afternoon in summer. What are you doing - feeling - thinking - listening to - playing with - pointing at?

I admit that I lost track of time and gave myself an extra five minutes, and also that this probably doesn't fit under the 'Character' type of writing. Sorry about that.

Early BirdCollapse )
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Prompt 2 [Nov. 15th, 2004|04:02 pm]
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ninjanamedzero
i feel i forced myself to use all the words and i like to use diologue more in my stories and sorry for mispelling im a terrible speller

here it goesCollapse )


this story kind of goes all over the place, any help in centeralizing the theme would be nice, please criticize as much as you feel is needed, good or bad
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Prompt One [Nov. 15th, 2004|08:06 am]
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autumnwritings
I lean my head against the willow tree behind me. The slow and gentle wind whispers and cools me for a moment. T walks up to me and begins licking my face to get my attention. I look at her and smile. She tilts her head and then lays on the cool grass in the shade next to me. I scratch behind her ear as I look out onto the street. The sun's rays are baking the hot pavement, scolding it to the touch. I look around seeing younger children riding their bicycles and parents walking with their babies in the stroller. I push the hair off of my neck and move my legs. Pieces of grass cling to the sweat on my body. I pick up T and stand. I stretch slowly and begin running up the road. The soles of my bare feet burn with every step, but I don't care. The wind will be cooler there. It will be much more peaceful. T continues panting and slobbering all over my arm. I reach my end at the street and begin walking up the steep, pebbled hill. I know it is restricted there, but what they don't know won't hurt them. My feet are throbbing from the burns I just recieved and now the sharp rocks piercing my skin. T looks around at the trees, hearing the birds chirp. She seems to like them. We reach the top of the hill. I smile. Nothing has changed since last night. It is still the same beautiful meadow. No one touched the apple trees or the tall grass or the logs. Not even the abandonned barn. I walk into the grass. It reaches my thighs. I keep going until I reach a patch of short grass right on the edge. I sit there and hold T. I look at the view. The beautiful river. All the sail boats were out today. I lay on my back and T rests in my arms. We both close our eyes. I wonder if it will always be like this. If I will always have this beautiful retreat. I wonder if T really likes the music the birds are chirping or if she would like to snack on one of them. I giggle to myself. T's ears perk and then relax. She licks my arm. If only every day could be like this.
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My attempt at prompt 2... [Nov. 14th, 2004|06:52 pm]
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push_pin_harrow
[feeling |calmcalm]
[hearing |peter gabriel - troubled]

It's gotten awfully quiet around here, so I thought someone best post something.
Criticisms welcome. It took 35 mins in the end, and I've only done the most cursory of edits.


The letter, folded neatly into a small envelope, sat on Josh’s knee.
Unopened, twitching slightly with the movement of the bus, it balanced precariously. Quite happily it could slip off at any moment and flutter to the ground, to be eventually trodden on by other passengers, possibly dragged into the street by the sole of someone’s shoe, lost in storm-water drains, forever keeping its secret. It was so precarious balancing there, and yet it was so important...Collapse )
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A little late this week... [Nov. 6th, 2004|11:15 am]
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push_pin_harrow
Only now just recovering from illness. blarg.

Prompt Four

Time: 10 mins.
Type: Environmental.

Your home. Describe your house, with all its quirks and flaws. What makes it special?
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