Challenge for U.P.

[Vailyn]

A white glove has been thrown down by your feet! Will you take it up?



Okay, being a newcomer of a sort to this part of Lit. I didn't get a chance to see a lot of U.P's unique style of phrase and commentary. SO! Now that I've had a taste of his writing in real speech and fictionary! (Yeah, I know, that's not a real word, you hardcore spellers will just HAFTA get over it! =P) heheh...

Anyways! Back on topic!

Now that I have sampled some of your work, I want to issue you a simple challenge.

Write something. A story. In whatever format you choose, but it has to have your distinctive voice. You scatter small works here and there. Like in Love Letters and that bit of funnery in Red's "Who is U.P.?" .... So, how about a real one? Are you up to it? Does anyone else want to see something from him? Hmmmmmmm?

I'll sweeten the deal.

You do this. I'll do something in return. But nothing outlandish, okay? I mean, it's not like I'm asking for the moon! LOL! Besides, for doing this, you should have more than the satisfaction of having done something well! So, name it!

Don't you guys want him to write something?

Tell him! Ask him and bug him to write something. To take my challenge!

-V

 

[Vailyn]

Im impatient, so sue me

Hey! It's actually been up for a few minutes and no posting.. BAH!

Come on UP! I know you want to make a comment!

Where's that style and flair I've recently read in the threads concernin the latest poetry olympics? In your dare for people to post in audio? Your plea for lovey dovey stuff in Love Letters? Da edward scissors man in da critic biz?! Tho you do patch them back together really well. You must love PUZZLES!

<Grins> Come on... I'm more sure of it after I saw the "Masked Poet's" post! You can do fiction! Two tastes in one thread.

I want more!

Please?

Please?

Pretty Please?

... sniffles ... no reactions ... no comments ...

<looks around>

Don't ya'll want him to write something?

-V

 

[REDWAVE]

Yeah, UP! I double dog dare ya!

UP's not going to submit anything to be voted on, Vailyn-- not under his own name, that is. You know that. After all the people he's skewered, there would be a mob of "one voters" going after him! Does the phrase "villagers with pitchforks" ring a bell? He posts those tantalizing little bits and pieces in threads because no one can vote on them!

But don't worry, ole Dick-tective REDWAVE is on the case. I always get my man! I'll crack this hard nut yet!

 

[Vailyn]

Hey, I didn't say he had to submit it... tho, I guess other people would ask him to do that.

I just want him to put it up here somewhere we, his friends and enemies, can read it.

Is that so much to ask? HUH? HUH?

I think not.



-V

 

[WickedEve]

I'm dying to see U.P.'s work. Write a poem. Do humor. You're a funny man... or is it woman... thing.... yeah! You're a funny thing U.P.

Vailyn, he's Masked Poet, too? U.P. do you have multiple personalities? lol

 

[Vailyn]

Unmasked Poet Vs Masked Poet

Actually, I have no idea if one person plays both those names or if someone else took up the "Masked Poet" as a joke.

I always think of UP as a guy. I mean. He writes like a guy.... don't you think? I hear a masculine voice in my head when I read his comments. I mean. Take that bit of fiction in Red's Who is UP thread... That's a guy meeting a female. Er.. Wait.. If UP is also MP--Doesn't that mean UP can be female? AHHHHHH!!! Head's gonna explode! LOL!

Whether it's really UP being MP or MP being played by someone else..... doesn't it make you want UP to write even more?

<grins>

See? I have two backups here! They want to see something too!

=P

-V

 

[Jazzy2]

Are you folks high

U.P. writes his ass off. What are his critiques and reviews? Want a poem or story hit the lists. LOL

Damn! Man cain't get no respect. He's legit and you all know it. Cain't be that stupid. Does MP remotely sound like U.P.

Want sumptim to chew on, go to Lit personals. Jazzy2 got busy.

Jazzy2

 

[WickedEve]

AH HA!

Jazzy2 is U.P.! lol

I don't know if MP sounds like UP or not. My head hurts!

 

[Vailyn]

<grins>

Hey, what do you call a guy who can talk to himself?

Or a old man who plays, cheats and wins chess against himself? (Only people who have children or love animation will get that comment!)

What do you call a guy who suddenly has two gender neutral buddies? LOL! I DUNNO! That's why I was askin...

Cuz crazy can't be the answer surely?

laughs...

Yes, UP writes his commenting butt off and a short fictional tidbit here and there... so what more would a fully formed story be on his workload? It's not like he HAS to write all that stuff! And I'm only askin for one story...

-V

 

[Unmasked Poet]

Not gonna happen

What would you have me do fair Vailyn? Pour my soul into prose and have it’s contents slip through your fingers and into your heart? Shall I tell you of a passion I hold for a woman so rare of kindness and beauty that her voice makes me weep? Would my longing scattered and abandoned in full view of all who would witness my pain be enough words? To write is a simple reflex; in the same way that I think to breathe I extend words. Of complete and total bullshit!

In my critiques alone there should be enough writing. If not, the above piece of sod will simply have to do.

U.P.

 

[mskittykatt]

C'mere U.P. I'll give ya something to write about, we'll see what else extends with the words you'd whisper in my ear!

 

[lovetoread]

Re: Are you folks high

Want sumptim to chew on, go to Lit personals. Jazzy2 got busy.

Jazzy2

I read that,what was it about?

 

[TheDR4KE]

Re: Not gonna happen

What would you have me do fair Vailyn? Pour my soul into prose and have it’s contents slip through your fingers and into your heart? Shall I tell you of a passion I hold for a woman so rare of kindness and beauty that her voice makes me weep? Would my longing scattered and abandoned in full view of all who would witness my pain be enough words? To write is a simple reflex; in the same way that I think to breathe I extend words.

Hmm ... on second thoughts. If it ain't for Valentine's, maybe leave it alone UP.



Drake

 

[Unmasked Poet]

Oh?

Not far enough over the top? Shall I tell you instead of the cold gray filtered light that shines dark against the windows of my soul?

U.P.

 

[TheDR4KE]

Re: Oh?

Not far enough over the top? Shall I tell you instead of the cold gray filtered light that shines dark against the windows of my soul?

U.P.

Aah, you've made me see with your eyes, UP. Looking out and up from your/my desk I see the dreary dusk of a thousand smog filled evenings weighing so heavily on this town, on this room, on this once-so-vibrant soul. What happened to my creative spark? Where did the fire go, that once shone so fervently through my childhood dreams and stories? Oh, I played so sweetly then. And so refreshingly new in my approaches to dolls, teddy bears and the dark recesses of a dungeon made from inked black lego. Aaah the dungeons. I remember them most fondly. Looking up I see that where I find myself is not a world pushed onto me by ungrateful poets, whose talent I try to stimulate -- wishing some kind hearted Master had done such to me -- but rather I live in what I have created myself. I am the reflection of my childhood's toys encased in the blocks of humanity, coloured dark with the pens of media and mass marketing, rubber bands of traffic noise holding me to the wall as I begged for release, begged until I was silent and mindless, begged until I no longer knew I was begging, but thought I had arrived at my lot.

So hear this cry of release. The poet sleeper in me has awoken. Unmasked Poet was Lady Fate giving you a taste of where I was going. I need not beg, even though I am aware of where I am again.

Free. Free to write with these fiendish poets.

No. Not fiendish. Friendish. Friends. They have called to me and I shall reply with mine own barbaric yawp. Yawp. YAWp. YAWPPPPP!!!!!!!YYYAAAWWWPPPP!!!!!!

Shaking my head, I return to my ducky self. Some power you have with words, UP. I felt really in tune with you then. Not sure what I just wrote back there, but I feel I should just hit send. There's some sort of release in this, although I know not what.

Drake






.

 

[Ded Poet]

drake

What the hell were you smokin', man? Gimme some!
ROTFLMAO

DP

 

[Unmasked Poet]

And all the wood nymphs sang

DP it was a smoke of liberation that the mighty Drake inhaled. Allergy free, he ran through wooded glades of hope. Cast aside his chains and tethers, yokes and feathers. Bonds not strong enough to enslave his dreams. His joy outshone only by the sun. Personified simply, humbly, from the lilting vocal chords of a fabulous duck. The Juliet, of ducks who skimmed across the pond of his essence more like a swan. Freed by each quack this man,… this poet,… this mallard, soared higher and higher held no longer by the bondage of mere words.

Oh the cries of joyous freedom Yawp. YAWp. YAWPPPPP!!!!!!! YYYAAAWWWPPP!!!!
I sing them with thee mighty Drake, most noble fowl, I applaud your shinning essence.

U.P.

 

[daughter]

er, DR4KE

Friend, did ms. duckie turn your feathers upside down??? Man, you got it bad. Guess Ms. Seducktress got it like that.

Can I get some of that quack! LOL

Peace,

daughter

 

[KatPurrs]

LMAO!

Ahhh what a way to get snowed in! I have all day to just peruse this silly Board. Lucky me!

pssssst! daughter! Don't bogart that quack. Pass it here gurl!

Kat~