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Anybody here have a skill in writing?


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I was wondering if anybody here at the forums actually writes or is a recognized writer. There are many different kinds of writing. There's poetry, short stories, essays, blogs, etc. I write poetry and I believe it's decent, but I was wondering if there are any other good writers out here.

Post your blog sites, short stories, etc. here.

Here's my poetry website: My Poetry Website

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Yeah I can call my self a good poet. I had made about 32 poems last year for a huge advanced english grade. my fav.- (metaphor)

"War is a rat trapped inside of an oven"

I'll see if I can dig up those poems, I have a couple good ones.

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Yeah I can call my self a good poet. I had made about 32 poems last year for a huge advanced english grade. my fav.- (metaphor)

"War is a rat trapped inside of an oven"

I'll see if I can dig up those poems, I have a couple good ones.

That metaphor is really great. And that would be great if you could find those poems. :)

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Here's a bit of creative non-fiction about my hometown, Gastonia -- the first few pages of an essay I never had the balls to send off -- the names bleeped out to protect the innocent and the not-so-innocent:

WARNING: This piece contains the word dildo.

[bLEEP], city editor during my tenure at The Gaston Gazette, used to pull a small manila folder of clippings from his desk and ask new faces in the newsroom if they wanted to read the Greatest Story Ever Told. Then, being a man who went to church on Sunday, he’d quickly clarify: the Second Greatest Story Ever Told, a close runner up to the Jesus story. He’d covered the story for the newspaper in 1997, and it went something like this:

A 14-year-old girl was dating a 17-year-old boy, who professed to be a high school dropout. He’d met her parents, she his, and they’d been going steady for ten months when the boy injured himself while on the job at a local mill. The girl visited her boyfriend in the hospital, but almost as soon as she arrived she ran to find a nurse. Something was wrong with the chart. The wrong name, a woman’s name, appeared at the top. No, the nurse said, that’s the right chart. That’s her name.

As was later described in court testimony from the statutory rape trial, Angela Hoyle, 23, had been deceiving the girl with ace bandages supposedly from a previous injury hiding her breasts, blindfold kinkiness during sex, and a dildo. There was a big to-do about whether use of a non-body part for penetration could really be considered statutory rape and the words “Strap-on device†appeared on the front page of The Gazette intermittently for three months.

Said the victim, "I [hadn't ever] had sex or did anything with another person, so I thought [this way] was normal."

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When I was a kid, my fourth- or fifth-cousin [bLEEP] once made the 10 o’clock news in a high-speed police chase down I-85 from Gastonia to Charlotte. [bLEEP] had been drinking and for some reason thought he could get away from the police, and Chopper Nine was flying overhead getting footage of him weaving in and out of traffic dangerously.

[bLEEP] grew up next door to my grandparents. His youngest brother [bLEEP] was a Scut Farcus type who, almost every time you saw him and twice as often if you didn’t, would hold you down on the ground with your arm pinned behind your back until you screamed “Uncle†for the 14th time. At age 20, [bLEEP] joined the Marines to avoid jail time for having sex with a 15-year-old girl, without the benefit of a strap-on device.

[bLEEP]’s second youngest brother [bLEEP] was an all-around nice person. When he was 15, he shot a deer on his first deer hunting trip with his father, who in 20 years of hunting had only come close to drunkenly shooting other members of his hunting party.

The day after the police chase, I kept it to myself at the elementary school lunch table that I was related, albeit distantly, to the guy who was riding down the interstate drunk on a horse.

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A majority of the nation’s Christmas ornaments are manufactured in Gastonia. Sometime in the late 1950s, a Jewish man named [bLEEP] wrapped crochet thread from his textile business around a plastic foam ball and invented the satin Christmas ornament. He turned that chance trinket into multi-million dollar [bLEEP] Industries, which also produces glass ornaments, fake snow, and Halloween and Easter products.

A local famed Republican supporter and Dickens aficionado [bLEEP] puts on a yearly Christmas display at the local Salvation Army Boys and Girls Club of Christmas Village towns and people and model railroads, using a massive amount of what is presumably [bLEEP]-brand fake snow. While I was on assignment writing about his displays for the newspaper, [bLEEP] told me he’d once heard [bLEEP] say that while all the good Christians are opening their presents on Christmas morning, the Jews are running to their cash registers, playing them like church organs and singing, “Oh what a friend we have in Jesus!â€

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For a month and a half of my senior year of high school, I feigned an interest in the Jewish religion in an attempt to convince [bLEEP]’s granddaughter to accompany me to prom.

It didn’t work.

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I write quite a lot of poetry when I can get some time and get in the mood for it, but it's so disorganised that even attempting to sort it would result in chaos.

It's really good for getting things off your chest, though - I highly recommend it.

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