Come here and let me write something for you

tortoise

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So. Here's the deal. I've got a bit of writer's block, and you ne'erdowells are going to help me. Come here to me, and I'll write something for you. It could be a story snippet, a poem, a song, or a stream of consciousness bit of nonsense that will probably only serve to bewilder and enrage you. There will undoubtably be a fair quantity of smut, because my mind revels in such filth. I'll try to curtail that a bit, though, as I'm looking to stretch myself here, and writing smut is second nature to me.

Don't be looking for some heartfelt summation of my feelings for you. That's not what this is about. I'm not dealing in epiphanies or declarations, here. I'm not allowing myself more than a few minutes for each "piece." This is a spur of the moment, off the cuff, fly by the seat of my pants writing extravaganza. Extemporaneous. Raw. Potentially bizarre. If that sounds like fun, come play. If not, don't. Call it my version of the milkshake poem from Before Sunrise. Only, you know, far less cool, because we're not in Vienna, and Julie Delpy is nowhere in sight. That, and the stuff I write will probably be crap.

Alright already, that's more than enough fucking ado. Step right up.
 
LittleJade said:
*Stepping up*


*kissing the palm of your hand*

a jade green stone
in my pocket
fingers trace every curve
calming tactile trance
do my fingers shape the stone
or does the stone shape my fingers?
where do fingers end and stone begin?
 
tortoise said:
a jade green stone
in my pocket
fingers trace every curve
calming tactile trance
do my fingers shape the stone
or does the stone shape my fingers?
where do fingers end and stone begin?
*smile* Thank you, tortoise!!

How ... touching.
 
Darla_Darling said:
Do me!

Oops, I mean, do it!

little tramp in an ice cream parlor
bespectacled boys beware
solid work ethic belies her ardor
vanilla boys stop and stare
 
tortoise said:
little tramp in an ice cream parlor
bespectacled boys beware
solid work ethic belies her ardor
vanilla boys stop and stare

Hurrah! You're one of the three people that actually read my story!

Thanks, T.
 
tortoise said:
So. Here's the deal. I've got a bit of writer's block, and you ne'erdowells are going to help me. Come here to me, and I'll write something for you. It could be a story snippet, a poem, a song, or a stream of consciousness bit of nonsense that will probably only serve to bewilder and enrage you. There will undoubtably be a fair quantity of smut, because my mind revels in such filth. I'll try to curtail that a bit, though, as I'm looking to stretch myself here, and writing smut is second nature to me.

Don't be looking for some heartfelt summation of my feelings for you. That's not what this is about. I'm not dealing in epiphanies or declarations, here. I'm not allowing myself more than a few minutes for each "piece." This is a spur of the moment, off the cuff, fly by the seat of my pants writing extravaganza. Extemporaneous. Raw. Potentially bizarre. If that sounds like fun, come play. If not, don't. Call it my version of the milkshake poem from Before Sunrise. Only, you know, far less cool, because we're not in Vienna, and Julie Delpy is nowhere in sight. That, and the stuff I write will probably be crap.

Alright already, that's more than enough fucking ado. Step right up.

you came out
of hibernation
to
isolated gazpacho.

no writer's block
tween'st
either of us.


keep writing.
 
KinkyDaisy said:
Go for it .. i'm intrigued.

like a sailor lost on land
so she feels when she's not on a horse
moving about on only two legs
feels unnatural, perverse
like she's missing limbs
 
Looks like I picked a good night to pop on. It's been awhile. I humbly request some torty words.
 
restlessnights said:
I would like a nursery rhyme, please.

Knights came from far and near to save her
But fruitless proved their hassle
Til one mace-wielding knight won her favor
And he alone she chooses to wrassle
 
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