Writing, do you enjoy it?
 

I like to write here and there when I am bored. How about you guys do you; enjoy it, totally dislike it, don't think much of it, etc? I am interested to know.

Wrote this in 10 minutes. I am writing a short story and I would like to ask you all if this is a good start to things. Also feel free to post your writing here too, I would gladly read read it and give you some feedback.

*WARNING* Intro to the story is pretty depressing.

The glistening flames waver as I walk through them. The fire repels out of my way. I look across the desolate dark field looking for any source of life. Nothing moves... The regret sinks into this post apocalyptic world as I fall to my knees. Not a trace of my family is left, nothing to bury, nothing to hold – gone... Looking out at the rising sun, raging, resentful, and riled, I curse under my breath. My heart fills with revenge. My eyes start to water. I just want to yell, but I know it won't bring back the departed. I slowly get up, fist clenched, insanity sinking in. I start running in a random direction, hoping to get away from here. Stumbling over my own legs and tears I run – till I can't run anymore. I finally fall, my mind starts going blank. My parched throat seems to be filled with sand. It hurts to swallow. My eyes fading, I see the shadow of a figure standing over me with a frown of disapproval. I black out...

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Bravo! I'm a writer myself, not so much as I used to be though. Not after I quit The Holders Series, which I used to write for. I started searching for another place to write for but after a while I just sort of gave up. But it's good to see other writers out there! :) Here's one of a dream I had that I submitted to the video makers of 'Shadow'. A surreal recreation of someone's nightmare. Nonetheless, here is my submission that I hope is accepted in their next video:



Edit: Also, welcome to the community!

**** yes, I like writing. I'm not the best at it, but I suppose FiMFiction says I was okay. Got some pretty decent ratings on fanfictions I posted there. Here's a little something I wrote a month or so ago, and have abandoned. I'm trying to pick it back up again, but as of now, my writing skill is nonexistent.






Transcend


The sword flourishes, as though painting with blood.

“Master Lito!” An archer stumbled forward towards the fallen swordsman, vulnerable in the midst of the Noxian invasion. His own blood stained the ground, leaking from the impalement of a stray arrow. Embedded firmly in his neck, the archer knew his death was sealed. The arrow’s tip and length had been painted a dark red, appearing almost black despite the sun’s ember glow, laced with smoke of the fires.

“Medic!” he cried frantically, in hope for the most fleeting consolation. Few swordsmen in the rear line turned and abandoned their position to witness the catastrophe. From the distance, an Ionian donning silver and red armor sprinted through the bloodied battlefield, tripping over the bodies that littered the ground.

Ionia shall not fall.

The voices were drowned, his vision darker than black. He promptly felt the fading sensation of a medic’s arcane energy course through him, in an attempt to surge life through his inanimate body… Was it? Perhaps it was a simple spell, maybe even Noxian execution magic. It felt nice. Serene.

His body shivered, longing for a quick release.

Lito wistfully smiled, the corners of darkness creeping in on his vision. The weak magic sensations were distant, ceased, leaving him at peace. With one final concentration of magic, he brought his unique, four-bladed weapon to him and faintly soared it inches above his bloodied chest. Drawing in his final breath, he choked out one last word to the soldiers around him, barely audible in the roar of battle.

“Irelia.”

Justice guides us, and I will not falter. Ionia shall not fall. True will cannot be defeated.

I am Irelia, the Will of the Blades.


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Chapter 1
Inheritance

She gathered her innate magic, forging two spirit blades on either side of her dark hair, glistening in the immersion of sunlight. With a seemingly effortless command, the two blades surged forward with sharp precision, stabbing into the tree with such force it cleared through the thick oak. With a grin of self-satisfaction, she summoned four blades and repeated the exercise, this time ensuring not to penetrate the tree completely. With a yawn, she slumped into the makeshift chair of a tree trunk and let her head fall back, eyes leveled at the clear sky with a sigh.

Today was a rather pleasant day for those of Ionia, in contrast to the Noxian invasions which have been occurring rather frequently. She, as well as every other young Ionian had wished them over, as they knew their time was to come sooner or later. The time in which every Ionian is required to serve in the military for a minimum of three years, notwithstanding their usual fervency of retaining the natural, organic world and ridding it of the human poison which no antidotes exist for: war and conflict. She had her own reasons to bring the war to a standstill. Her own personal reasons to end the war. The war that had taken her father’s life.

Picking herself up out of anger and fear, she abruptly shaped two spirit blades and cast them in reverse directions to transect at the base of the oak tree. Dissolving them once more, she walked away from the tree, towards the hut. Shortly after she stormed through the door, the tree collapsed and crashed to the ground, emitting an ear-splitting roar.

Not long after she sat down, her brother entered through the front door, two paper bags in his arms. She looked up to face him, and then looked back at the ground, fleeting memories of her father’s inhumane death not four days ago passing through her mind. She was never the same, and she never would be.

//And that's where I stopped a month back. Going to try to finish this again, maybe make a new thread for it if I like it.
//Also, your writing you've shown us is pretty good. It's a promising start to flourish into a short story if you decide to do so.

Thank you for the gracious welcoming! I enjoyed your story quite a bit, the elaborations on top of elaborations made it very detailed and very imaginable.

Talon, I enjoyed your writing. I also had a bit of a laugh because I knew the whole scheme of things. You always were good at fan fiction. League of Legends is the best!

Oh that's right, I had you read some of my pony fanfiction LOL

I was good back then.

Haha I remember that I felt awkward reading it because I don't enjoy MLP as a show, but your writing was good.

I started writing this, but I gradually let off in continuing it. It isn't my best, but I believe it is worth sharing.

P.S It is supposed to be a manga/anime style of writing.


Chapter 1: The Beginning

"Do your best", I repeated over and over to myself as I walked down the stairs toward the sound of sizzling sausages and a mother who's eyes were just as excited as mine. My father on the other hand as dull as ever eating his toast and bacon with the slightest grin. I finish my breakfast that consisted of eggs, bacon, and toast and head for the door. I breathe in the fresh air of this suburban area and start walking toward my new school. The walk seemed over in minutes, it was probably because I was looking around taking in everything I saw. The yellow marigolds were in full bloom, the bushes were bustling, and the day seemed perfect. As I arrive at the school the wind picks up blowing my long brunette hair into the wavering wind. The school itself seemed new and refreshing, and brought on a cool safe feeling. As I make my way toward the main hallways I am greeted by smiling faces and a banner that reads, "Welcome Freshman to Suzuya Academy!".

Chapter 2: School

I walk into the hall and it immediately resembles Grand Central Station, people scurry to their classes or locker, however some are just pacing back and forth hoping to rid themselves of the anxiety of there first day. I walk through the hall looking into each student filled room wondering which ones are mine. I open my backpack to find the slip where I had all my classes written. At that moment I am bumped and my things fall to the newly waxed floor.
"Sorry", said a joking voice from behind, "Let me help you pick it up." I turn to see who it is, but he is already gone and replaced with a pile of my stuff stacked on the floor. I look around wondering who he was wanting to thank him, but he is no where to be seen. At that moment the bell rings and I have to rush to class. I have an upperclassmen point me in the right direction and went off toward my first class of the day, science.

Hey hey! More writers :D. Where have all of y'all been all my life?

Well I just joined today, but I am sure there have always been writers here.


Christina, I wrote something like that a weeks ago. Your story has that bit of realism that is just refreshing. Thank you for your post.

I write every now and then, dinosaurs and Bel-Air are fun.

I was good at writing, but I never enjoyed it.

I only really enjoy writing if I get to write my own stories an be creative about it, but I dont really consider myself good at writing. I've always hated school essays though.

I have a deep hatred for writing, but I did enjoy writing for my school's newspaper, ermm not that I only did that for the free Miranda and Pepsi drinks we got.

Zzzzzz...

I love writing. I'm decent, I guess, but I don't really like to share it all that much.

A few of our talented writers should have a creepypasta write off.

totally B A

Now, this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I liked to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air

In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys
Who were up to no good
Startin making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air'

I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suite case and send me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.
I put my walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'.

First class, yo this is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.
Is this what the people of Bel-Air Living like?
Hmmmmm this might be alright.

But wait I hear there're prissy, wine all that
Is Bel-Air the type of place they send this cool cat?
I don't think sow
I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air

Well, the plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
I ain't trying to get arrested
I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightening, disappeared

I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I can say this cab is rare
But I thought 'Now forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air'

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later'
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air

I must say I do like the intro to "The Fresh Prince". It is super catchy!

Only I'm allowed to do that, Godot.

You know, I do still have that 'Soon' Creepypasta saved somewhere... I never finalized it because I wanted pictures to go along with that and I never got all the shots I wanted.

Sounds interesting... I would gladly enter the competition. We need more people though.

I do enjoy writing. I enjoy many art styles. Sadly I dont have enough patience to write something astonishing. Most of my stories are just me making up random fantasy storylines and not finishing any.
half are forgotten, half dont even deserve a second chance.
/shrug

Finished the introduction to the story, if you'd like to read it here:

The glistening flames waver as I walk through them. The fire repels out of my way. I look across the desolate dark field looking for any source of life. Nothing moves... The regret sinks into this post apocalyptic world as I fall to my knees. Not a trace of my family is left, nothing to bury, nothing to hold – gone... Looking out at the rising sun, raging, resentful, and riled, I curse under my breath. My heart fills with revenge. My eyes start to water. I just want to yell, but I know it won't bring back the departed. I slowly get up, fist clenched, insanity sinking in. I start running in a random direction, hoping to get away from here. Stumbling over my own legs and tears I run – till I can't run anymore. I finally fall, my mind starts going blank. My parched throat seems to be filled with sand. It hurts to swallow. My eyes fading, I see the shadow of a figure standing over me with a frown of disapproval. I black out...

I wake up to the sound of running water and the sweet warm touch of a women's hands. However, I do not wonder where I am or who she is – I am too busy lost in my own memories. Still stricken by loss I can't help but regret everything. I hear her humming a happy tune, yet it doesn't change the mood of a solemn man. As I slowly and painfully lay up the humming stops. My still parched throat allows the smallest groan. She turns to face me with a smile so rare for these times I thought it was a dream. All that was interrupted by an older looking woman with a constant frown. I sat there quietly waiting for a chance to speak. I looked to the left and on a small oak table a cup of water stood paired with a bowl of soup and bread. Quickly taking up the water I drank it, making sure not a drop touched the ground. Again, the humming resumed as I ate the warm chunky soup and took small bites of my toasted bread. I finally let out a word of thanks, the older woman gave a simple nod while the young lady gave a full curtsy. Strolling outside, I took a deep breath. The area was grey and mundane, but there was a small exception. A bushel of white flowers lay directly in front of the house. I looked at them with curiosity for it was the second time I had seen these white flowers. Walking back into the house I felt calm. No more anguish resonated in my eyes or came to mind. I felt free of my grievances. I decided to tell the young girl my story... the story of how I was saved by a smile and a flower.

Wrote Something New:

Title:

The coup d'état had ended in failure – there was no back up plan, no instructions, no way to have been prepared for its catastrophic failure. Everyone was in panic. No one could believe the plan of three years yielded no results. The German government still stood proudly while the French laid in there own pitiful ashes... as they had been for the last four years. No help would come from from Russia nor the United States, we were alone – alone in our failures, alone in our victories, and alone in death. "Sieg für die Heimat!" (Victory for Germany!) I heard the crowds chant over and over again. The newsman also letting out a small joking roar in support. I couldn't stand the cheering for our loss, it made my face to turn red, my teeth grind, and my hatred for the country grow. Immediately I reached for the remote to shut off the TV. Leaning back I lit a cigarette. Feeling hopeless and lost I got up and paced back and forth. An answer was not coming to mind. I was one of the few Germans who still disowned this second world war. My associates and I still paced hoping for someone who thought about a back up plan. The Gestapo would be here any minute to take away our lives. All hope was given up on.

Yeah, usually i enjoy writing stories, all i think that depends it the topic im thinking of, if i don't like the topic it wont be a good story.

I love writing about things that interest me. My journal assignments for my writing class are almost always Zelda related.

I used to do that all the time! My school work would be related to things I liked every time I had the chance. Games like Zelda, Final Fantasy, Kingdom Hearts (Amazing Game), etc.

I got bored and started to write a Walking Dead fanfiction thing during English once (I'm a good boy and finished my assessment two weeks or so early, as well as the extension work I was given). I don't know where it went though, I think I threw out last year's school books.

I was tempted to share a short story I did write for school where we were given a scenario (landed on an alien planet), but I can't find my books so I can't, sadly. I won a short story competition with it (but that doesn't really say much, as I'm in my first year of High School [Australian schooling system]).

I get straight C's for writing

Don't worry we all have those days... Or years...?

I'm a staff writer for one of the more popular tech websites and also one of the Alexa Top 1000 sites on the web, so I do.

Nice, would you care to share?

A poem I wrote got published in a book when I was around 9. I've been told I'm fairly good at writing, it's just that I'm too lazy to do anything other than what is required for school, etc.