everything i write is poetry

i think it is half decent lol

I tried to write something for you guys:

I would like to write something not so very serious. I’m fine in conversation, with a friend, or a pretty girl, or what have you; there’s just something very different in that, perhaps a sort of in-the-moment playfulness about it. But when it comes to sitting down to write, I’m stiff as a plank. And perhaps it’s these awful fonts thinking about it. Perhaps it’s unnatural to write like this, on a computer, each letter so very perfect. Perhaps it’s a corruption, and one not easily overcome. What of the dancing laughter of words? their sorrow? their heartbreak? Does a sentence spoken not have different meanings depending upon the arrangement of the lips speaking it? And perhaps that seeps into actually **written** word, too, as opposed to typed word. I’m sure it’s common enough that a pen-written piece might as well have been written in blood—that it’s obvious just in the pressure of the writing, all else aside. And so perhaps we’ll often read back over our own writing and find something missing. Something that was there in the making, but is now gone. Perhaps that’s it. Perhaps there’s something of lobotomy in writing. Nothing in it for the emotion to cling to, and so it all reads dead. In earnest, though, I disdain writing altogether. I just don’t know how to laugh with it. It feels as if a cage, and one I cannot break free of. But I wouldn’t have minded being on the set of The Wolf of Wall Street. That would’ve been funny.

I'm currently working on a webcomic. It takes me forever to update because of work and social life, but I'm committed. I'd appreciate it if someone could critique it.

https://tapastic.com/series/Rich-Fiction

I would like to write a story because I think I'm good at writing but thinking of a good story is difficult but I have some ideas already idk

we should have monthly writing contests

i'm so ready for nanowrimo

https://epicmafia.com/topic/79732

critique me on my poll

Sandbox has got the hots for platypops
He quipped his way right into our hearts
and even if he's a mod under the 'bop
to me he'll never be a giant shart

poetry is my passion

a poem by platypops

I am 28
I got my first girlfriend
I win the videogames
Then she breaks up with me

Once, the lobby owner Bebop
Would not let his hair get the chop
As his hair grew excessively
His body thinned incredibly
Til all that was left was a mop

Jamal took a step stool about 3 feet high and placed it in front of me. I had no idea what was going on until he hopped onto the step stool and moved his head towards my ear to let out a soft but long "ahoyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy." Before I could react he yelled at the top of his lungs "OBESE". I fainted due to shock. When I woke up I found myself nude with a $100 bill taped to my chest. It was at that moment I knew I was visited by an angel.

There once was a user, Jamal
Who couldn't fit in at all
He'd bully without cease
Calling everyone obese
To make his d*ck feel less small

writing dangan ronpa epicmafia story here. Who dies first

this is such a good idea

can people suggest writing prompts here too? if anybody feels like it, they can pick it up i guess??

Suppose that you were sitting down at a table. The napkins are in front of you, which napkin would you take? The one on your ‘left’? Or the one on your ‘right’? The one on your left side? Or the one on your right side? Usually you would take the one on your left side. That is ‘correct’ too. But in a larger sense on society, that is wrong. Perhaps I could even substitute ‘society’ with the ‘Universe’. The correct answer is that ‘It is determined by the one who takes his or her own napkin first.’ …Yes? If the first one takes the napkin to their right, then there’s no choice but for others to also take the ‘right’ napkin. The same goes for the left. Everyone else will take the napkin to their left, because they have no other option. This is ‘society’… Who are the ones that determine the price of land first? There must have been someone who determined the value of money, first. The size of the rails on a train track? The magnitude of electricity? Laws and Regulations? Who was the first to determine these things? Did we all do it, because this is a Republic? Or was it Arbitrary? NO! The one who took the napkin first determined all of these things! The rules of this world are determined by that same principle of ‘right or left?’! In a Society like this table, a state of equilibrium, once one makes the first move, everyone must follow! In every era, this World has been operating by this napkin principle. And the one who ‘takes the napkin first’ must be someone who is respected by all. It’s not that anyone can fulfill this role… Those that are despotic or unworthy will be scorned. And those are the ‘losers’. In the case of this table, the ‘eldest’ or the ‘Master of the party’ will take the napkin first… Because everyone ‘respects’ those individuals. I have taken the first napkin.

According to all known laws of aviation,
there is no way a bee should be able to fly.
Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground.
The bee, of course, flies anyway
because bees don't care what humans think is impossible.
Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
Ooh, black and yellow! Let's shake it up a little.
Barry! Breakfast is ready!
Ooming!
Hang on a second.
Hello?
Barry? Adam? Oan you believe this is happening? I can't. I'll pick you up. Looking sharp.
Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those.
Sorry. I'm excited.
Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son.
A perfect report card, all B's.
Very proud.
Ma! I got a thing going here.
You got lint on your fuzz. Ow! That's me! Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000. Bye! Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house!
Hey, Adam. Hey, Barry. Is that fuzz gel? A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I'd make it.
Three days grade school, three days high school.
Those were awkward.
Three days college. I'm glad I took a day and hitchhiked around the hive.
You did come back different.
Hi, Barry. Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good. Hear about Frankie? Yeah. You going to the funeral? No, I'm not going. Everybody knows, sting someone, you die.
Don't waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead.
I guess he could have just gotten out of the way.
I love this incorporating an amusement park into our day.
That's why we don't need vacations.
Boy, quite a bit of pomp... under the circumstances.
Well, Adam, today we are men. We are! Bee-men. Amen! Hallelujah!
Students, faculty, distinguished bees,
please welcome Dean Buzzwell.
Welcome, New Hive Oity graduating class of...
...9:15.
That concludes our ceremonies.
And begins your career at Honex Industries!
Will we pick ourjob today?
I heard it's just orientation.
Heads up! Here we go.
Keep your hands and antennas inside the tram at all times.

im writing a story w/ original characters atm and i have four different concepts for novel/novella-length stories, but atm i will just share some stuff i have done before

http://archiveofourown.org/users/loveknives/pseuds/loveknives
this should link to two fanfics atm, i have one hidden because it's nsfw. fanfics are for a webcomic i really enjoy, and i talk to the author of the webcomic on a fairly regular basis and shes a #fan so that's neat

http://philome.la/kxndrxd/static-and-space
i wrote this in about..an hour? or so for a creative writing in new media workshop i took my freshman year of college, so it's about a year old. pretty generic space horror, nothing too special imho.

i have some other stuff i've written i might try to drag up, don't really have anything newer than the fanfics to share atm.

all I know how to write about is gays and cats and gay cats someone save my poor soul

i'm writing a story about gays and i am excited