WCT - [COMPETITION OVERHAUL - NEED IDEAS] The Writing Competition Thread
Posted 06 December 2011 - 07:56 PM
Posted 07 December 2011 - 01:36 PM
I wrote a new verse for an old Frank Zappa song, but I don't know if it would qualify for submission (or whether I shouldn't try to assemble a band and get it recorded).
I'm on the YouTubes!
Posted 07 December 2011 - 01:43 PM
Here, I'll write a quick limerick.
There once was a writing contest,
All would choose which was best,
But nobody wrote,
Not even a note,
That was the start of a quest.
A man wandered all over the land,
Searching for writers at hand,
He found a few,
And formed a crew,
And the contest was saved by his band!
Posted 09 December 2011 - 04:38 AM
Posted 09 December 2011 - 03:57 PM
Posted 09 December 2011 - 05:16 PM
Twenty-eight years on the planet Earth,
One simple mind that never strayed since birth!
My fingers have channeled many ideas through tools of creation,
Sketches, pianos, computers revolved 'round my vocation.
The crowd used to be my motivation,
Novelty was my only book of innovation,
After facing its fiestiness, a PA's sytem shutdown after broadcast,
Failing schoolwork and a youth that wouldn't last,
To hell and back for me was handcuffs to salvation,
Calvinism was my root while Hobbes checked my plantation,
Prideful piety challenged the service under a name,
The score used to be fun until my best friend added his own rules to the game.
I turn to new hope dodging what Koopa shells bring,
After a favoured jewel accepted someone else's ring.
It won't be just another year with distractions lurking,
After tasting every dish, I now feast on cold turkey!
"You have no idea how high I can fly." - Micheal Scott, The Office
Posted 09 December 2011 - 05:29 PM
There’s a sort of magic in a book
From that slight crease in the spine
As gentle as folded linen or skip of velvet
To aspirations of Japanese art
Where each and every touch marks a sculpture
A vehement proclamation
An almost animalistic urge to mark
One’s territory, the boundaries of knowledge
As proof of claim to the secrets within
Masked in the ridges of living ink
A strip of gloss and paper that connects
Imagination to reality, a dialogue between one
A link that defies the stamps and clichés
Almost as if it were forged from magic
We lie entranced, spellbound.
Youtube | [Pretend there are other links here]
Posted 10 December 2011 - 01:35 AM
Would you be able to touch shadows
or fade into the sunlight?
Would you be able to sit back
and watch the color fade from your life?
Would you try to touch the world,
expecting your hand to melt,
and come out unscathed?
Would you touch the wall
and fall right through,
or would the wall keep you in place?
There is much to observe
in that time between evening and night
where all is grey, and color
becomes a thing of the past, not the future.
For in monotone chromes we see
the truth set before us
in the most vivid and gaudy arrangement
ever to be created before.
Color is a hinderance.
Color takes the forms of you
and turns it into something different.
Color makes the odd things matter
and throws the important things
to the grey space.
Color is the difference between us all.
Would you be able to live without pain?
Would you see lies as colors?
Would you be able to embrace the monochrome
or just fade into the facade of color?
Posted 14 December 2011 - 01:45 AM
I spend a lot of time thinking these days.
There isn't much else to occupy my time or mind.
What thinking I do is not my own.
There is plenty to stimulate reaction,
but rarely is that reaction more than a tired joke,
and that joke was often written or spoken by someone else.
I am a semi-sentient cross-reference of humour.
(Debate amongst yourselves the truth of this statement.)
What emerges from my mouth,
whether or not my brain has seen fit to deem it appropriate,
would, had it been typed,
be accompanied by the name of somebody who thought of it before me.
Sometimes I do not know the reference's origin,
though it is clear that it is not my own thought I express.
Once in a while I think of something that I want to believe is original,
and perhaps it is,
but I do not pretend that I really am that clever.
I find my eyes rolling deep into my skull in response to one of the myriad television ads obviously designed to enthrall the stupid,
which I refer to as "dummercials."
(This is an example of my attempt at original thought,
which I cling to because someone else already came up with "badvertisements.")
I realize quickly that any sarcastic comment I could cough up is just a poorly-modified quip from the likes of Dennis Miller or George Carlin.
Strangely, I'm rarely clever enough to keep my mouth shut.
I'm on the YouTubes!
Posted 17 December 2011 - 06:15 AM
Unnamed Limerick by Mirby
Unnamed Poem by A-RoN
Spellbound by evory
Monochrome by AlmightyArceus
(Lack of) Original Thought by Jax Mandrake
Get your votes in by the end of the 30th. I mean it. You submitted, so vote, dagnabbit!
Posted 08 January 2012 - 12:06 AM
Odd. Well, anyway, I'll repost what it was.
Basically, no one voted last month aside from me. Can't have a competition without votes, so I have no results to post. All you people submitting need to vote, or else there's little point in having the competition. I'm disappointed.
It's a new year, and that means FREEFORM submissions are open. Please, submit AND vote in this one. Dates for the submission and voting periods are in the first post.
Posted 13 February 2012 - 08:05 PM
Posted 14 February 2012 - 12:36 AM
Anyway, keep an eye on the thread for details. And if you have any suggestions for changes, feel free to voice them.
Posted 14 February 2012 - 05:06 AM
In regards to bringing excitement back to the competition? I'm not really sure. I wish there was more participation.
Posted 21 February 2012 - 05:57 AM
$20 Denny's gift cards
Bam, contest revived. You're welcome.
Posted 21 February 2012 - 07:57 AM
Also, I'm thinking through some fundamental format changes. More on that later.
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