I wasn't sure where to put this but I thought I'd set it up on this section as it seemed like the best fit.
I thought we could share some of our written works. This one I'm posting is a short story I collaborated with akv1984. This was written only on my free time and in my opinion, isn't up to anything professional-wise so keep the expectations on check.
I wrote this late last year for my senior scrap book project. I probably posted it on here before, but whatever. I really like it:
When he was eight years old, he went one day,
With his mother and father to a play.
But they had to leave, because he was scared
And as they left a madman prepared
A gun to his parents' face and demanded
That they give him the jewelry and shouted
Not to say a word. But his father was frantic
And the thief shot them both in panic.
Rich and handsome, he was successfully witty,
But inside he was angry, and his friend took pity.
Young adult was he when he ran away,
He crossed the ocean and with Ras Al Ghul, he stay.
But soon he returned, with an ingenious plan…
Are you stupid? Are you retarded? He’s the goddamn Batman.
It was supposed to be a sonnet about my family, but I didn't want to write about my boring family.
chee wrote:I wrote this late last year for my senior scrap book project. I probably posted it on here before, but whatever. I really like it:
When he was eight years old, he went one day,
With his mother and father to a play.
But they had to leave, because he was scared
And as they left a madman prepared
A gun to his parents' face and demanded
That they give him the jewelry and shouted
Not to say a word. But his father was frantic
And the thief shot them both in panic.
Rich and handsome, he was successfully witty,
But inside he was angry, and his friend took pity.
Young adult was he when he ran away,
He crossed the ocean and with Ras Al Ghul, he stay.
But soon he returned, with an ingenious plan…
Are you stupid? Are you retarded? He’s the goddamn Batman.
It was supposed to be a sonnet about my family, but I didn't want to write about my boring family.
chee wrote:I wrote this late last year for my senior scrap book project. I probably posted it on here before, but whatever. I really like it:
When he was eight years old, he went one day,
With his mother and father to a play.
But they had to leave, because he was scared
And as they left a madman prepared
A gun to his parents' face and demanded
That they give him the jewelry and shouted
Not to say a word. But his father was frantic
And the thief shot them both in panic.
Rich and handsome, he was successfully witty,
But inside he was angry, and his friend took pity.
Young adult was he when he ran away,
He crossed the ocean and with Ras Al Ghul, he stay.
But soon he returned, with an ingenious plan…
Are you stupid? Are you retarded? He’s the goddamn Batman.
It was supposed to be a sonnet about my family, but I didn't want to write about my boring family.
thats the most beautiful, genius thing i have ever read