Istoryan Writers

[crystselene]

I simply love stories. I love coming up with stories, making up characters, developing plots and twists then working towards the endings. I have read stories, listened to stories and watched stories. I am a writer primarily because I love stories.

I love short stories too. I enjoy reading them especailly those made by pinoy writers like (I forgot the author) Blue ang Kobrekama ni Jay and Tulad ng Dati sa Underpass (I forgot the author too). It's different kasi, full of twists. I hope I can read some of your stories.

It was in my childhood and often at night when my mother would usher me and my brothers to bed. Instead of beguiling us with lullabies, she would often tell us bedtime stories. Not beautiful fairy tales of Damsels-in-Dresses and Princes a-Charming but of dark, real tales of strange things that go bump in the night. Of Ghosts and Goblin dogs, of Wakwaks and Kikiks~

mga kasambahay namin ang mahilig magkuwento sa amin...actually, kami yung pumipilit sa kanila...

Life is made of moments; we remember the best and the worst. Like favorite episodes. And these are basically in short story form.

our professor told us that writing is like living life all over again, being immortal...destroying death and time

And what a variety one can have with a short story! Genres to pick from like parts of the Vegetable/Fruits section. Horror, Adventure, Fantasy and more more. You can mix it up into chop suey or a fruit salad! Yum!

great metaphor :mrgreen:

I find that the easiest way to write a story is through a script. The descriptions is general. The characters are simple in their depiction. It's the Action and the Dialogue that solidifies the entire thing so the only thing you got to worry about.

It is really easy once you get the knack of it.

alam mo kung sino gumawa ng Last Order sa Penguin?

I will one day write the Novel, my novel~ It'll be like a child long wanted, the ritual completed but its no conclusion, no ending~ only the beginning.

Only the Beginning.

good...yan talaga ang pangarap ng mga writers, ang gumawa ng kanilang novel...God Bless [br]Posted on: April 02, 2007, 03:11:35 PM_________________________________________________[quote=diem ]

[b]This topic thread is for those iStoryans who write for a living or for leisure, who are avid readers now wanting to become ardent writers. Through this phase of your evolution, let this thread be your guide into the basic and advanced aspects of creative writing.

Please feel liberated to share your experiences, post articles of personal prose such as essays, biographies, and short stories for others to view and review.

This is also for iStoryans who just want to enjoy good original literature and literary efforts. Please feel free to share your comments on the works here, both past and present.

Please remember to critique politely, if not positively, as to foster and guide others' potential and passions.

News and events of the writing world both local and international, writing tips, guidelines, seminar schedules, contests, and grant announcements will be posted regularly in this thread.

salamat...epz mo diri ha...para ma-inform pud ko og katong uban na writers diri...
[br]Posted on: April 02, 2007, 03:21:01 PM_________________________________________________

ma o ba? ngano kahibaw man ka? pa girl2x ra ka no?

babaye ko noh!!!

[diem]

@crystselene, if you wish to view some samples of my work~ you can find them starting from page 6, 7 and so forth in this very same thread.

Please be careful however in making too many quotes in your reply posts. The allowed maximum is only three quotes per post. Please read the forum rules for your guidance.

Please keep on reading and writing!

[crystselene]

It's 2:45 am but I still can't sleep. I am restless. There are too many thoughts in my mind that i could not easily dismiss. Adding more mess to this already cluttered mind.
I was constantly tossing and tumbling in bed. Finding the right position to which would be more comfortable for me. Then, there was this pain. A very familiar pain. I sat at the edge of my bed, hesitant to stand up. But it was all too necessary. Finally, I braced myself and opened the door towards the hallway. There was this bone-chilling silence. It was just me and the night wind.
No time for any distractions now, I had to let it out.
Ahhh...comfort at last when i felt this hot raging madness gushed out of my system.
The pain subsided, I went back to bed with a sigh of relief. Not long after, I then found myself exploring the subconcious buried deep in layers of clutter.

please comment on this...i know it's mediocre...


@diem: naa pa ko uban works...naa sa akong blog...
pegeonhole.blogdrive.com
didto lang to ke raw ideas man to tanan...
salamat
[br]Posted on: April 02, 2007, 03:32:09 PM_________________________________________________e y sorry...freeverse man diay to halos tanan entry...

[thisbe.ara]

As long as there are iStoryans like thisbe.ara eager to keep on writing, this thread will always be active and alive!

@thisbe.ara and shaxyra, what thanks thanks? Naa baya ko finder's fee po! 5% of all winnings!

Toinks! Just kidding! All the best and good luck ladies! :mrgreen:

ahh ganun? 5% ra? easy! hehehee..

anyway, i am busy writing a script now diem for a project at our office. it's for a monologues script and i am having fun! i am on my 10th page! yey. how are you guys doing?

[diem]

@crystselene, thank you for sharing and showing your kind consideration, apparently you really read my post on poetry

It's 2:45 am but I still can't sleep. I am restless. There are too many thoughts in my mind that i could not easily dismiss. Adding more mess to this already cluttered mind.
I was constantly tossing and tumbling in bed. Finding the right position to which would be more comfortable for me. Then, there was this pain. A very familiar pain. I sat at the edge of my bed, hesitant to stand up. But it was all too necessary. Finally, I braced myself and opened the door towards the hallway. There was this bone-chilling silence. It was just me and the night wind.
No time for any distractions now, I had to let it out.
Ahhh...comfort at last when i felt this hot raging madness gushed out of my system.
The pain subsided, I went back to bed with a sigh of relief. Not long after, I then found myself exploring the subconcious buried deep in layers of clutter.

I cannot find too much fault with this short piece. The language was well-used. Nearly no mistakes in grammar(please be consistent with your tenses, if present tense then all verbs must be in present tense) and spelling, shows a careful consideration for one's readers. This is good, short, but good.

But about the form. Oftentimes we writers are so concerned with the content that we forget about the form. Take a look at this, the same piece with the same content unchanged, except the form which I took the liberty to edit:

It's 2:45 am but I still can't sleep. I am restless. There are too many thoughts in my mind that i could not easily dismiss. Adding more mess to this already cluttered mind. 

I was constantly tossing and tumbling in bed. Finding the right position to which would be more comfortable for me.
Then, there was this pain. A very familiar pain.

I sat at the edge of my bed, hesitant to stand up. But it was all too necessary. Finally, I braced myself and opened the door towards the hallway.

There was this bone-chilling silence. It was just me and the night wind.

No time for any distractions now, I had to let it out. Ahhh...comfort at last when i felt this hot raging madness gushed out of my system. The pain subsided, I went back to bed with a sigh of relief.

Not long after, I then found myself exploring the subconcious buried deep in layers of clutter.

It is more readable, don't you think?

@thisbe, well I am so looking forward to the long Holy Weekend for a serious marathon writing experience.

[galenostiel]

Yes, form matters a lot, I believe. It not only makes a piece more readable, it adds to the excitement as well. It separates a piece into parts that you can relish more slowly, allowing you to question, giving you the chance to excitedly hold your breath, pause, and then let it out explosively again at the end. Hehehe.

I am in the middle of a poem that I somehow wish I could finish.

[diem]

@galenostiel, maybe the middle is already the poem's end... Just an idea.

[IceDragon]

Chapter 1: FartWorst

So it begins the diabolical scheme of the big feces of the evil forces of the corporation to make the workers more exploited. For once in this fragile life the first encounter of the unknown as we call it commonly adventures of the everyday life. Teddy Rockfield was the name of the young individual applied as a young trainer to become a master builder and keeper of the peace. Ben Crocker approaches and saw him and asked, “Who’s this guy?” Peter Bakerman replied, “Oh! That’s the new guy I was talking about.” (the new guy to be a potential slave for all eternity ha! ha! ha!) Bakerman snickered while thinking to him self what would become of Teddy Rockfield.
“I assume that you already know why you’re here Sir Rockfield.” Crocker said to Rockfield as he walk towards the time machine that needed to be cleaned. “Yes Mister Crocker I’ll clean the time portal to another dimension, space and time.” Rockfield pick up the container of cleaning fluids as he proceeds to clean the so call time portal. That night Rockfield was almost finished cleaning the time travel device. While he was cleaning, Crocker fell asleep and snored, he was thinking that he could travel back through time to change the past of his. He still don’t have the ability to perform how to set the coordinates of a specific time of his desired destination. “For once in my life I have never encountered of such a beautiful creature I last saw eight years ago.” Rockfield must go back through time to change his past to correct it and to make it everything perfect just the way he like it. Provided from his personality of being a perfectionist.
“I must beg and ask Bakerman to help and teach me the arts and crafts of time traveling perhaps tomorrow will be a good day to ask him.”
Teddy Rockfield pack up his bag together with his cleaning equipments to go back home in a Village of Fox. “Good thing I still have hover motor 7654 to travel go back home but I no longer need this when the time comes for my time travel activity.”
The next day comes a new day for cleaning activity of course. Rockfield awaken suddenly from beautiful slumber was so exhausted because of dreaming again of a certain creature he saw eight years ago. “Could it be an omen…? Might as well be sure to ask Darkcloud.” Tired red eyes still no strength to get up but by the way of thinking about her gives him the courage or yet a spell to be more strong and get over it for another countless minutes of infinite work.
“Come on Peter could you teach me how to operate the time portal please…” Rockfield beg to Bakerman to teach him how to do it as he kneel on his knees and beg. Bakerman simply just said, “No! and for the last time no!” Rockfield replied, “Fine! Just hand me the book of rage to learn its basic secrets even it would take aeons to learn from it.” Bakerman laughs as he handed the big orange book full of dirt and dust to Rockfield. “Go ahead knock your self out even though it will kill you slowly bit by bit.” Said Bakerman with blazing and tired red eyes flaming towards Rockfield. Mister Crocker on the other hand awakened from his sweet and pretty slumber having dreams of unicorns and drakes as Rockfield assume to know as what Mister Crocker always use to tell.
Crocker always eats fried chicken and mashed potatoes every morning and keep gabbing about his misreable stomach saying and talking to himself that beer mess him up and so is he. Rockfield left from work this time to go to the forbidden forest to see Darkcloud the Brown Wizard for special advices. Leading to his knowledge that Darkcloud is a hermit wizard who doesn’t like to be disturbed but this time it’s an exception because Rockfield is his good and best friend and in fact he’s the only friend that Darkcloud ever had in his twilight years. His fortress and arsenal surrounded by mindless zombies are the ones who guarded the forbidden place to keep it safe from the common society. “Why if it isn’t my young friend Sir Teddy Rockfield it is so good to see you lad what brings you here?” Darkcloud asked as he approaches to the boy to hug but first he has to get his old and silverish brown staff. “Oh! Mighty Darkcloud I have come for a good reason… tell me my good friend have you travel through time before?” Darkcloud’s eyes open wide shut as he could never believe of what the young lad said. “So this is what the thought had troubled and haunted you?” asked Darkcloud. Teddy Rockfield replied: “No and yes… argh! I’m still confused oh! old brown one.” Then Darkcloud said, “My lad you are born confuse and so are the rest of the society.” Young and high spirited Rockfield still ankshused to wait for the answer from the wizard. Never have traveled successfully through time Darkcloud has, yet in his heart he wanted to teach and train the young lad to learn the time travel. “My young friend I never thought that it would come to this situation but I am honored to teach and give you some advices in time traveling.” The brown wizard has the wit to know this for he can read the lad’s face and so is his young mind. A mind full of perilous and countless adventures that awaits him. For his mind has potential development through many adventures fast approaching.
“So when will we begin the training for me then?” Rockfield asks as he jumps for joy. “We will need some one requirement and that is the book of rage.” Said the wizard with his old and frigid pointed finger pointing upwards to the old and gray ceiling. “Don’t worry old wizard I’ve got the book and I brought with me to make sure you know you might ask for it.” The young lad said with eagerness for basic training ahead of him. “Very well, tomorrow at sunrise will begin the training.”
The sound of the rooster’s crowl discontinued the sleep of young Rockfield as he jumps unto the floor and proceed to the hermit’s room where he still fallen into a deep slumber. “Sir hermit kindly wakeup… please.” Rockfield says with eagerness of enthusiasm running through his blood and veins. “Alright alright!” said the wizard. The wizard get up and walk towards the kitchen to eat his breakfast where he cook bacons and eggs. Griddle he played while he was waiting for the raw food to be cooked Rockfield is frightened when he saw Darkcloud playing with the amulet sort of called griddle, Rockfield can’t help notice it so he asked the wizard. “You’re jewish Master Darkcloud?” “Yes, I am. What do you expect? No body’s perfect you know.” The wizard enjoyed eating the food for breakfast together with the boy. Cakes for deserts and is called the fruit of the gods.
As Darkcloud stares unto the horizon and sings a song:
Where am I now?
What am I now?
What do you seek of me young one?
Shouldn’t you kill me right now?
Please please please… kill me now Teddy Rockfield.
Teddy didn’t hesitate to kill him so he grab an axe and cut off the brown wizard’s head. Blood spurted and scattered all over the place. “Well done my worthy friend…” said the mysterious man wearing a black hood similar to the grimm ripper when it turn to be his long lost friend. By the name of Drake, a one hundred thirteen years old vampire who can walk at sunlight and moonlight as well. Drake is an hybrid vampire, her mom is a pure vampire and her dad is a pure human. “Come Teddy Rockfield lets travel back in time.”

Chapter 2: Place Called Melancholy Avenue

Defenseless as they be travel back in time in the year of 1702, in the month of September the 15th at the time 8:44A.M. they found themselves naked they were lied in a strange bed and their blood was sucked by some strange device in order to clean its manifestations of such burden. Then suddenly they were mummified they felt excited thought they were going some place else or onward home. What they found out the yellow cap workers dig a valley of a hole where they were place in fiber glass coffin place top on top of one another. Good thing they break the fiber glasses just in time and they escaped from that dreadful place called Melancholy Avenue. Drake transform himself into a giant life like monstrous gargoyle with gigantic wings. “Good thing I have a power inherited from my mom.” Drake said as he begins to change from human to a monster with wings. “Hey!, no fare turn me one too!” Rockfield begged because of being so envious with Drake the vampire brat. Then Drake said: “Very well I shall turn you one.” Drake’s fingers flickering as he recites the proper and correct spell of encantations which said in this way:
Dratus Empalatus Shokolotuti
Dratus Forcus Shishibazhi
Empectus Proconius Bolorki
Zamzambi dodorzkishmzael toffz!!!
"::POOF::” Rockfield felt happy and satisfied as he noticed himself that he turns into a monster with gigantic wings. “Let’s go test it, wonder if it works perfectly.” Drake suggested as he flap his wings and fly in to midair. And so Rockfield said and snickered: “Well, two can play that kind of game, he! he! he!” they flew very far and away. As the two of them flew they suddenly saw a strange looking griffin fighting against the grasp of a giant violet octopus. They try to fight the octopus and save the griffin by the power of the might of the trident which Drake has come to mind and immediately appears from a distant nonexistent place. Drake smites against it to the giant purple octopus named Kabradurzum from the bottomless sea of Krajun near the island of Porfwagon where the mad scientist live named Professor Eisenbaum. But the octopus squirted at the teenage vampire of a big amount of black ink. Drake is lucky because he didn’t have shampoo his hair in months so he fired his dandruffs which it turn into a dozen dozen bunch of sharp scimitars. The octopus’s blood spoiled and boiled as it turns into a living lava. Drake thinking of no other way he summoned a giant bulk of ice and smash it to the violet octopus as it turned into a new virgin island. And Drake named the island after him of course, the Drake Island. The griffin thank the two of them as she introduce herself by the named of Portia the female griffin.
As Portia introduce her self she flew away in an instant to capture the flag of Anus, the great defender of the spine of the universe.
She flies above a cloud and stalks for food where she finds herself a great gazelle galloping in to the wilderness of the great fangorn forest.

[galenostiel]

@galenostiel, maybe the middle is already the poem's end... Just an idea.

i decided to leave it alone for a while. now when i opened it again, it seems like you were right. :P
i think i'll add in one last line, though.

[crystselene]

@diem, salamat sa pag comment...mao jud na akong problema bah --> verb tense inconsistencies