I guess I'm going to start putting up my writing here. The reason I'm going to put my writing compositions on Armorgames is simple. The Armorgames writing community is supportive so I might as well put stuff here to get incentive to write more (if it is accepted). I don't do a lot of writing outside of school so I'm going to start out with school assignments I've done in the past that are equivalent to my current writing level (versus including 2nd grade poems about slugs). So... I'll just put stuff up when I can find it, I guess. Wish me luck!
Here's one I wrote earlier in September/October as my short story (disappointingly, the only creative composition we're doing this year in LA). I'm thinking you'll want to use the PDF since it's a smaller download but I put up both PDF and a Word Document just in case. If there is a different form of uploading you might want me to use please tell me. Thanks.
Word Document: http://www.mediafire.com/file/pwnljql633p1o8x/The%20Terrarium.docx
My Analysis: Over the short story I wrote last year this is about 4x better. I think the theme and problem/ conflict of the story were a little cloudy and are definitely things I need to work on making clear. I was procrastinating during the process of writing and the level of detail (surroundings and interactions of characters) had some variations because the parts were being written at different times (the ending also was a little bit smooshed together because I literally finished writing it during the class period it was due). Give input on how it could have been better! Thanks.
And to you non-science-fictiony people out there who might read this, I'll go into a little bit of detail on some of the things in the story. Sol's Iris: The setting to the story. It is a giga-norma-lishous (really, really big) ring that revolves around the sun, built for the population of the future human race to live on. It's powered by solar energy, produces food for its inhabitants with hybrid plants growing in hydroponic facilities.
Artificial Personality: Sort of a made up terminology for a computer program meant to simulate a realistic human personality, just like AI (Artificial Intelligence) but with a different purpose in my story than just a computer program. I'm thinking that creating an Artificial Personality would be a process of analyzing a personality from a selected person and then making it compatible with computer code. Blah blah blah... blah blah. Yah.
I think that's good enough. If there are any questions about other things like, "What is space?" Google it. :P
Poetry I turned in earlier this year. The Desolate Road's Lament The Desolate Road laments For the travelers of old, The greedy, foolish settlers Out for riches and gold.
All the empty ghost towns Once full of hope, And all the foolish bandits Hung by the rope.
For all the desperadoes And innocent spilled blood, All the fresh fields Torn up by the flood.
The famine-struck livestock Never to be buried, The struggling couples Unhappily married.
But really, The Desolate Road's true wish, Is not for the birds, The men, or the fish.
For the men surely die, The coin surely fails, The bird always flies, Out to sea each fish sails, Every house crumbles, Fire sets to each bale, The cliff face will tumble To the rain and the hail. Silence is sent to cover The winds every wail, Rust tries to smother And break every nail.
All the Road wants Is to be remembered with pride, Before it is washed Away by the tide.
All It ever wanted was To have some purpose, someone's need, Before every last chance, Would be swept out to sea.
The poem was great, until the last stanza. The last stanza didn't flow that well, maybe the second line caused it, I'm not sure. But overall a great poem, it's almost perfect.
All the Road longs for Is to be remembered with pride, Before it is washed away, By the ever-turning tide. (then remove last stanza)
Also, here's another poem I wrote this year that was going to be a song but ended up just being a sort of dud-poem.
The Maze In the depths of my mind Lies the great hall of mirrors. Though a single traveler, I try to mask my fears. Though no others may enter Or ever attempt to find, I keep my hidden secrets, In the depths of my mind.
Long lost to wander Through bright white abyss, The inevitable ending Of sin's powerful kiss, Strong, cold death That every man has pondered, I avoid the exit Long lost to wander.
Upon finding my way out, All secrets shall be revealed, And any gateway into the maze Will have its high gates sealed. Though I despise the maze, And its endless route, I hate and despise the idea Of finding my way out.
