Well! What was originally going to be my own little poetry challenge has turned into a major competition! Please read every word in this opening post very carefully as everything I say must be adhered to. I don't know if you know this, but I am very strict with my rules and regulations...
The general point of this competition
A few of us users have come up with a list of 50 themes which can be found below. The aim of this competition is to write a poem or a piece of short prose for each theme, just for fun! There are no deadlines (as of yet) for the submissions because I don't want the pieces to be hurriedly written, so don't let that put you off participating. Everyone is welcome to participate. There's no pressure to submit all 50 pieces, take your time, have fun!
Please remember to follow the basic rules of the AMW. All work must be your own. No flaming, trolling, spamming, etc. Only provide critique on a user's piece if they have asked for it specifically. Keep general discussion on this thread to a minimum so as to remain at least a little bit on topic.
Submissions
A list of rules that (hopefully) cover everything you need to know about submissions. Read carefully. If you have any questions, contact me on my profile.
*You do not need to submit the pieces in order. You may start with whichever theme you like.
* Once you have written and revised a piece, submit it!
*You may submit more than one piece at a time, although submitting too many at once will seem as though you've rushed them.
*I will keep track of how many submissions each participant has entered on my profile, so take a look once in a while.
*Only short prose pieces are accepted. Nothing too longwinded please. I am going to include a word limit of 1,500 words.
*There is a certain structure to submitting a piece in order to keep the thread nice and tidy: - Your piece must have the theme name and number as the title in bold. You may also include your own title in brackets next to it. - You must state which form you have written your piece in, for example, haiku, short prose, sonnet, standard verse, etc.
Here is an example post;
51. Insanity (Two Minds) - Haiku
Come here; don't be scared I am confined in both minds Stay away from me
List Of Themes 1. Innocence 2. Entombment 3. A Forgotten Name 4. Rising Tide 5. A Broken Picture 6. Leaves Falling In Autumn 7. Birth 8. Falling Into The Abyss 9. Near-death Experience 10. Beautiful Sunset 11. New School 12. Describing Colour To A Blind Person 13. Home Alone 14. Nightmare 15. Dreams 16. Inner strength 17. Self-Hatred 18. Martyrdom 19. Political Corruption 20. Self-Completion 21. Genius 22. Thanksgiving 23. Halloween 24. Christmas 25. Guilt 26. Daydreams 27. Orange Leaves In Autumn 28. A Shy Person In The Middle Of A Crowd 29. Unrequited love 30. Kraken 31. Memories 32. Revolution 33. The Shining Auroras 34. Poverty 35. A Hero Among Evil 36. An Entity Who Shows Itself 37. The 5th Dimension 38. Berserk Wildlife 39. A Light In The Black 40. Trial And Error 41. A Creation 42. Two-Faced 43. Disillusionment 44. Regular/Ordinary 45. The Mind Of A Villain 46. Someone Who Lives To Watch The World Burn. 47. Old Age 48. Something For The Girls 49. Something For The Boys 50. Go Crazy
And now for the fun part...
I am going to include a few features similar to Strop's 'erks and penalties' idea in the WoM. Some of them are preeeetty difficult, so good luck with that. Once you've completed one, I'll stick your name on my profile.
Here they are:
1) Theme-a-Rama!: Mention 15 separate themes in one piece.
2) Sonnet 130: Write a mock sonnet which relates to love and one other theme.
3) Total Overkill: Use the theme title 6 times in one piece.
4) Like a Freight Train: Be the first to complete the first 10 themes.
5) In The Dank And Dark Recesses Of The Mind...: Be the first to complete themes 8, 14, 17 and 46.
Must... add... more... When I am done at the blood bank tomorrow and can take some painkillers, perhaps.
Besides, have some images to do for da Strop, so might get some illustration done for this too. I have one for Birth, though it will be sidelined with the story written, not contain the story.
Also, perhaps a stupid request, but would some of you mind writing up the theme like Jess suggested in the OP? Then I don't have to go check > >;
I'm seeing how far I can actually get away with not doing this because she is supposedly "very strict with [...] rules and regulations"...
It's been bugging me no end, Cen & Gantic, but I've recently had a look at my old RPG threads and I've realised I was kinda rude to some users about the detail and whatnot in their char sheets, even though they were ignoring the OP.. :/
It's been bugging me no end, Cen & Gantic, but I've recently had a look at my old RPG threads and I've realised I was kinda rude to some users about the detail and whatnot in their char sheets, even though they were ignoring the OP.. :/
So...
what if you're intentionally ignoring the OP? Sticking a 'lease' at the beginning and a 'thank you' at the end always helps.
The Kracken rises from the deep blue ocean. It pokes it's head out to see the above world. The over world. Then, the Kracken submerges before anyone can see it staring at them. Below in the ocean, many species of fish bathe in the Kracken's wonder. Others tremble in fear of being eating. The Kracken is a vegetarian though, so it will only eat plants. Very delicious plants with the greenest of all green plants. The Kracken will only eat at its den. Its den is beneath the ocean floor with almost no light entering. The Kracken gathers it's algae and brings it to its den. It feasts in the dark, silence. The Kracken is misunderstood and it only seeks for friendship. One crisp morning, when the waves are low and no one is out, the Kracken pokes its head out once more to get a glimpse of the over world. The Kracken then sees someone staring at itself. The person smiles. The Kracken smiles back. The Kracken submerges again and thinks it made a new friend.
One theme for me? And Total overkill achievement? Maybe? Okay.
If you're intentionally ignoring the OP then you're not a very good guy, now are you! Could you please, Gantic, follow the rules, thankyou. Else I may have to get a moderator on you.
Nice submission, 1337, although the Kraken is maybe the one beast I'd never imagine being misunderstood. Definately a total overkill!
Nice submission, 1337, although the Kraken is maybe the one beast I'd never imagine being misunderstood.
Artemis Fowl-Kraken is ttly misunderstood.
Anyway, Jess is kinda threatening me, so...
#7 Birth - I'm-ill-so-I-impro-on-idea-story She woke when the cold breeze blew over her, suddenly shielding her from the heat of the stones. She shook her little body in an attempt to wake up fully, get the blood rushing faster again. Then she looked up from her funeral fire, from the ashes she had died and been reborn from, seeing that wonderful world again. Horrid world, scorched world, broken world. And she once again gained insight of the past, of what had saved her own life, yet killed thousands. The flames of the beast, a dragon awoken and taking its home anew. A tear rolled down her cheek, and she wished it could heal the earth as it had healed wounds and ashes, but nothing can heal the dead.
Hmmâ¦Alice is just a program we use to create 3D graphics in school.
Theme 12, Title â" No Sight
One without the blessed light, Hollow spaces and a weary smile, Thrice accursed, bereft of sight, To hide quietly in a world so dull.
Open his fettered mind with colour, Give him more than Blackâs cold kiss, To wipe clean the grime and squalor, Reveal the memories that once exist.
Red the colour of unbridled passion, Struggle to stem the flood, Of a pale crimson expression, When the last he saw was his blood.
Orange the colour of mellowed autumn, Open his mind to those romantic strolls, He lashes out as only a madman can fathom, His mind is the season of bitter cold.
Yellow the colour of joy and luck, Press him to think of bright sunflowers, He retreats as the light painfully struck, Runs from its warmth and cowers.
Green the colour of fresh jealousy, Leading him into a lustrous meadow, But he refuses, unwavering and angry, Sitting alone by the dirty window.
Blue the colour of a sunny sky, Try to paint an artistâs sketch, And yet fail to solicit a cry, For the thought of blue roses make him retch.
Violet the colour of light heartedness, Call out to the drop of fun in him, But he refuses with blunting curtness, Amethyst a memory that makes him scream.
A rainbow shines through the window sill, Tearing he reaches wildly for the it, Trying desperately to grab a hand of colour, Crying and laughing as he stumbles forward. Without a thought he leans purposefully, And sails with the rainbow.
I forgot about indigo, but then I never really think of indigo when I think about rainbows. It's shoddy, so I beg forgiveness as I have not written in ages. And no, Iâm not the blind old man, it's just a poem based on a story my senior wrote. I couldnât really bring it out fully, so I limited it in many ways. ( The old man lost his sight in a crash that killed his wife, his bitterness haunts him for life as his manor crumbles. In the end he jumps, and sails the rainbow.)
One without the blessed light, Hollow spaces and a weary smile, Thrice accursed, bereft of sight, To hide quietly in a world so dull.
Open his fettered mind with colour, Give him more than Black's cold kiss, To wipe clean the grime and squalor, Reveal the memories that once exist.
Red the colour of unbridled passion, Struggle to stem the flood, Of a pale crimson expression, When the last he saw was his blood.
Orange the colour of mellowed autumn, Open his mind to those romantic strolls, He lashes out as only a madman can fathom, His mind is the season of bitter cold.
Yellow the colour of joy and luck, Press him to think of bright sunflowers, He retreats as the light painfully struck, Runs from its warmth and cowers.
Green the colour of fresh jealousy, Leading him into a lustrous meadow, But he refuses, unwavering and angry, Sitting alone by the dirty window.
Blue the colour of a sunny sky, Try to paint an artist's sketch, And yet fail to solicit a cry, For the thought of blue roses make him retch.
Violet the colour of light heartedness, Call out to the drop of fun in him, But he refuses with blunting curtness, Amethyst a memory that makes him scream.
A rainbow shines through the window sill, Tearing he reaches wildly for the it, Trying desperately to grab a hand of colour, Crying and laughing as he stumbles forward. Without a thought he leans purposefully, And sails with the rainbow.
