Voting Thread: The Cardinal Sins of Carnal Writing

[English Lady]

But we're working on you. We'll have you in harness one day yet.

woo hoo, chase me and tie me down!

 

[RogueLurker]

Congratulations to you all .... it was an absolutely horrible contest and you should all be remanded to remedial English class.

It was very interesting to see everyone's take on the various sins and how they tackled them ... some of them made me laugh, most of them made me cringe and all of them impressed me.

I was curious as to how difficult it was for you to write a story with your chosen sin. Was it difficult to force yourself to do something that you "know" is wrong, or was it liberating to say the hell with conventions and let it all out?

 

[Colleen Thomas]

Congratulations to you all .... it was an absolutely horrible contest and you should all be remanded to remedial English class.

It was very interesting to see everyone's take on the various sins and how they tackled them ... some of them made me laugh, most of them made me cringe and all of them impressed me.

I was curious as to how difficult it was for you to write a story with your chosen sin. Was it difficult to force yourself to do something that you "know" is wrong, or was it liberating to say the hell with conventions and let it all out?

I'm a habitual sinner anyway. Most, if not all of the sins mentioned appear in at least one of my works. But I believe firmly that there are no real sins. given skill and apropriate setup, even the 'sins" can be valid techniques. The dreaded mirror scene, for instance. i wwrote a story where the protag is a femoral amputee. You simply cannot understand what she's going through, without her staring at her self in a mirror and cringing when her eyes reach her stump.

For me, it was fun. But I often use proscribed techniques in my works. So i guess I'm a sinner unrepeantant

 

[oggbashan]

I enjoy trying something different.

My entry, Breathless Stargazing, was a repeat performance.

My previous effort was:

"How NOT to do it...
The roseate Sun, Phoebus’ orb, was glinting in the puddles and dappling the fallen leaves of the ancient forest as Joan made her way along the footpath leading from her rustic rose-entwined cottage, so beloved of tourists and her infrequent visitors from the city who left as soon as they reasonably could because the cottage lacked the basic amenities than any twenty-first century city dweller expected as of right such as satellite television and even running hot and cold water, both of which were unavailable, towards the steeple crowned hill on which the Parish Church sat as it had done for more than a thousand years surveying the expanding and contracting village in the valley beneath and perhaps regretting the earlier centuries when it had been filled to capacity by local residents each in their proper place and order according to the standards of the time, but Joan diverted from the direct route to the Church at a junction and was now heading in the direction of the Evening Star, the planet Venus known as Aphrodite to the Greeks but whether Greek or Roman was the personification of sexual desire, which sexual desire Joan was expecting to assuage once she reached her destination but in the meantime she was diverted by the interplay of light and shade from the evening sun as it sank lower on the horizon turning the landscape to a darkening ruddy hue which darkened further as she walked wondering whether she would reach her destination and assignation before Phoebus’ chariot had passed beyond her view but even if she did not her path was clear because she was accustomed to walking in the direction of the Evening Star every evening that she had free from her avocation of breeder of large and hairy dogs that bore a faint resemblance to The Hound of The Baskervilles and at times she would take one of the so-called breed with her on her perambulation which would certainly deter any evil minded loiterers upon her way but unfortunately also frequently prevented the consummation of her assignation by refusing to leave her side and repulsing her intended with ferocious barking and frenzied attacks barely held in check by the strong leash essential for such savage dogs but this time she was without a canine companion and therefore she hoped that the consummation would be forthcoming without let or hindrance as she continued to walk alongside the nearly dark woodlands before emerging on a slight eminence whence she could see her goal of another rose-entwined cottage from the chimney of which a wisp of smoke was arising promising warmth in both the physical, mental and sexual encounter which Joan would shortly enjoy.

"He's lit my fire" she said to herself.

PS. Ignoring the last short sentence which I couldn't resist:

Words 450
Sentences 1
Reading Ease 0
Grade Level 12.0
"

Og, unrepentant sinner.

 

[Bedtime Storyteller]

It was hard to give myself permission to sin so egregiously at first, but once I got going, I enjoyed the blatant sinning. But then again, I sinning is something I'm quite good at, in more ways than one!

However, there is no way I could have selected misspellings and grammar mistakes as my sin of choice because I just abhor those problems in a story. There really isn't any rehabilitation for those sins - just the need for a good editor who's a stickler for details.

 

[Guest]

Congratulations to you all .... it was an absolutely horrible contest and you should all be remanded to remedial English class.

It was very interesting to see everyone's take on the various sins and how they tackled them ... some of them made me laugh, most of them made me cringe and all of them impressed me.

I was curious as to how difficult it was for you to write a story with your chosen sin. Was it difficult to force yourself to do something that you "know" is wrong, or was it liberating to say the hell with conventions and let it all out?

It was bleedin' PAINFUL. At first, I only had a paragraph or two, which is ok, since I was only talking about how a group of people saw one person. When I had to introduce a second person, and have two people interact -- it was irritating.

So I had the car springs squeek. SOMEONE had to make some noise!

 

[RogueLurker]

It was bleedin' PAINFUL. At first, I only had a paragraph or two, which is ok, since I was only talking about how a group of people saw one person. When I had to introduce a second person, and have two people interact -- it was irritating.

So I had the car springs squeek. SOMEONE had to make some noise!

I absolutely loved your piece. Every line I read, I thought that you couldn't top it ... but you did. I giggled my ass off reading it.

Very well done ...

 

[Guest]

I absolutely loved your piece. Every line I read, I thought that you couldn't top it ... but you did. I giggled my ass off reading it.

Very well done ...

Thank you so much you could hear those poor metaphors begging for mercy, and you really LIKED it, you harsh, harsh individual

 

[RogueLurker]

Thank you so much you could hear those poor metaphors begging for mercy, and you really LIKED it, you harsh, harsh individual

I have a pretty warped sense of humour ... this contest was an overall guilty pleasure (after I knocked my inner editor unconcious)

 

[Guest]

I have a pretty warped sense of humour ... this contest was an overall guilty pleasure (after I knocked my inner editor unconcious)

You've got one of those, too? I actually wrote an essay/letter to mine once, because he got far too involved in my writing.

I think he was on his lunch break when I wrote that. A three martini deal, I suspect.

 

[Guest]

 

[Selena_Kitt]

I had no problem sinnin' <grin> In fact, I sinned so much, my editor said I was going to burn in hell for all eternity if I didn't tone it down... so I did. She was right... you should have seen it before she got to it... lol

 

[Guest]

Unfortunately, mine was neither particularly sinful nor particularly funny. I need to finish it and have someone read it to see if the complete story winds up being humorous or not.

With those sock stories in your closet, I have no doubts the humor will come out.

I thought the SET UP was humorous -- the cliches being built in and then poked in the eye -- but unfortunately, being only an except, there wasn't enough space to get to the payoff. Flash fiction is a whole nuther beast and I've been trying to work on doing it right for...oh, hell now...8 years?

 

[RogueLurker]

I had no problem sinnin' <grin> In fact, I sinned so much, my editor said I was going to burn in hell for all eternity if I didn't tone it down... so I did. She was right... you should have seen it before she got to it... lol

Nothing to say .... just wanted to tag this so I could find it again when I need it.

 

[Guest]

 

[Guest]

You've just selected yourself as my pre-posting guinea pig when I finish this story.

LOL! Ok, I accept the assignment -- as long as you accept that I am RUTHLESS...completely RUTHLESS...there isn't a ruth ANYWHERE around my house!

 

[Selena_Kitt]

LOL! Ok, I accept the assignment -- as long as you accept that I am RUTHLESS...completely RUTHLESS...there isn't a ruth ANYWHERE around my house!

*giggle*

 

[Guest]

 

[Stella_Omega]

Bump and grind!

 

[Stella_Omega]

Grind and bump. Yet again.

 

[oggbashan]

I actually sold Breathless Stargazing for 100 dollars Australian.

That has been my only payment for writing fiction.

Og