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Ygramul · 2005-10-21 17:03:42

I need help explaining (writing the beginning) the "legend" (for the characters anyway) of how the story world is the way it is when we meet Fiala and Isaac... i can't remember if I've introduced Isaac yet... anyway here it is in layman's terms and I would appreciate all and every ideas.

First off: Airis is the name of a castle and an ancient queen. The first name of the castle was Avith, who was the first ruler who lived there. The castle is steeped in ancient magic which has been forgotten in the present time. I'm more interested in how people are dealing with their world without complicating it by throwing in magic. Anyways, Queen Airis realized that through human faults it wasn't the best idea to have just one ruler. You could get a weak ruler or you get a strong ruler. You could get a cruel ruler or a fair ruler. etc. Airis had six children. She noticed that all of them had their own strengths when it came to the government administration. They all had their weaknesses as well. She decided to leave the kingdom to all six of them.

However, still human weakness could enter in. To ensure that the six thrones would not just be handed down through the eldest child, Airis placed a powerful spell so that the best qualified individual in the land would become the next ruler. (Everyone in the land at this time was connected somehow through blood, but I can get to the founding of the land some other time.) The best ruler was found because they would have constant dreams that would compel them to seek out the castle.

Forward many, many years. Now on to why the kingdom split and this is easy: one of the rulers killed another ruler. The ruler that murdered refused to be brought to justice (because not even, epecially not even, a ruler can be above the law). The five remaining rulers split the kingdom into five kingdoms. The only part of the land left alone was the mountains surrounding the castle Airis. These are the mountains that Fiala comes from.

Okay, sorry this is so long. Any suggestions?

Monisawa · 2005-10-21 20:57:11

Ygramul wrote:

I need help explaining (writing the beginning) the "legend" (for the characters anyway) of how the story world is the way it is when we meet Fiala and Isaac... i can't remember if I've introduced Isaac yet... anyway here it is in layman's terms and I would appreciate all and every ideas.

1st of all, you have not introduced Isaac...at least to the forumn.

2nd, what kind of help do you suggest? Are you seeing if we have any ideas for a possible plot line to link the characters together? Personally, your "Legend," as you call it, can easily speak for itself....meaning that it is built REALLY NICE!!!! The concepts are pure, awsome and original...eventhough they are just in Layman's terms...

personally you could quote off the legend, as what you have written below at the beginning of the story...it leads us to wonder who and what is going to happen....though if you left the legend till the end or later on, it would not give away the fact that one of the main characters is the new King. It would be super cool when all the facts that you would hint at in the story finally pull together and make sense. Though as you said, it is a bother trying to regulate the info so that you don't give away too much, or not enouph. Even then, you have SO much possiblities because you have not written very far into the story. YOu could take the characters and story in any direction and have them do anything...course don't let it get to your head.

Ygramul wrote:

First off: Airis is the name of a castle and an ancient queen. The first name of the castle was Avith, who was the first ruler who lived there. The castle is steeped in ancient magic which has been forgotten in the present time. I'm more interested in how people are dealing with their world without complicating it by throwing in magic. Anyways, Queen Airis realized that through human faults it wasn't the best idea to have just one ruler. You could get a weak ruler or you get a strong ruler. You could get a cruel ruler or a fair ruler. etc. Airis had six children. She noticed that all of them had their own strengths when it came to the government administration. They all had their weaknesses as well. She decided to leave the kingdom to all six of them.
However, still human weakness could enter in. To ensure that the six thrones would not just be handed down through the eldest child, Airis placed a powerful spell so that the best qualified individual in the land would become the next ruler. (Everyone in the land at this time was connected somehow through blood, but I can get to the founding of the land some other time.) The best ruler was found because they would have constant dreams that would compel them to seek out the castle.
Forward many, many years. Now on to why the kingdom split and this is easy: one of the rulers killed another ruler. The ruler that murdered refused to be brought to justice (because not even, epecially not even, a ruler can be above the law). The five remaining rulers split the kingdom into five kingdoms. The only part of the land left alone was the mountains surrounding the castle Airis. These are the mountains that Fiala comes from.

Nice, Nice nice, nice, nice. That is all I can say. You hit SEVERAL vibes in my creativity pool that excited several new and old interests of mine. Dreams, kingdoms and hidden castles....forgotten legends, six rulers, destiny.....I could connect so many dots to my likes.

Ygramul wrote:

Okay, sorry this is so long. Any suggestions?

I hope my suggestions were helpful...though I rambled more than anything. -_- Sigh.....

Monisawa · 2005-10-21 21:19:35

Ygramul wrote:

I usually write that.... it's just the present story seems to have outlined itself for me. And I usually hate outlines. I just can't predict what the characters will say in a given situation. Fiala has become more complicated as have the other characters. I find myselfnow more writing the story to find out what she will say next than what will happen next.

I see.....someone is character driven.

Personally as I look at Fiala I cannot see the complicated issues that you speak of.... But if the characters are becoming too complicated then you are... trying to create a character that is too depthful.

An example is: When I write and create a character, I imagine what they are wearing, what they are carrying (What they would have with them), what kind of hair( and if they will have something in it...or how long it is and if it is an issue that would bother the character.) All of these elements, at least for my stories, are thought about so that I can create a depth in my story....but if I add too many things on her and about her, I will forget about many of them, and as people will read the story, they will catch my mistakes and see that things are missing...so what I am saying is to be relative and control how complicated the characters personalities are....in layman's terms, 'Don't spread the butter too thin.' That is if this is a problem for you...(I just realized that I wasn't sure if you wante suggestions for it or not....-_-)

I am not perfect on character development. I will admit that I am plot driven x_X sigh....I wish I had a happy medium because I know that charactres are important, but what they do inspires me a lot more than who they are. But I do know and my favorite thing to do is to make things too complicated....much so much that I can no longer concieve the thoughts in my head to control everything. IF this is a problem for you than I suggest that you simplify it. Your story is not published, therefore it is not set in stone. I have even seen authors RE-release books after they publish them. Make everything pleasantly detailed, but simple enouph that you can handle it.
I hope this helps a little....(I'm trying to give suggestions and not try to write your story for you....*_* I did that with my brother, as I had gotten too involved in the story....) This is YOUR ideas and your story, I hope I have not discourage you or overstepped my boundaries....because I am no better than you at writing.

SO anyway.

Monisawa · 2005-10-21 22:22:15

Here goes a whole nother free-write(hopefull it will connect with the last part of the story that I had written...)

PART 4: Last part of the Panda story:
Written: 10/21/05

Panda was silent and shuddered in the serene landscape. Why had the woman refused his help? Feeling the distaste of the refusal, he uncomfortable rolled over onto the dirt, and ignored the many twigs that stuck to his fur.
Though it was a dream that he had had, everything felt so real and it made him feel uncomfortable.
Even though Panda had everything he needed, seeing the smile on the old woman?s face...melted his heart. He had his mountain, of which no one but him was allowed on. He had his pond, which he gazed in every day, and he had his sleeping and eating spots. Turning his head in each direction to look at the trees and bamboo, listening to the brush of the wind and the gentle caress of its sweet whispers, it did not bring Panda happiness anymore.
Turning and staring in the water, Panda looked at his reflection, and then looked once again at the fish that were barely beneath the surface. Glittering brightly, the fish darted its fins back and forth, which reflected the low light which escaped from the clouds. Never in his life had panda felt so alone....
Stepping up, Panda stepped out of the thicket of bamboo that surrounded the pond. Wandering up the steep and rocky mountain, the panda effortlessly pulled itself higher and higher. Grabbing rocks, roots, and trees and hoisting himself up the mountain, which inclined to a jagged peak. Sitting at the foremost peak, Panda sat down and sighed a deep and utterly long sigh. Laying down on a part of the top which was bare from the large rocks, Panda breathed deeply and sent the dried leaves and bits of scraggly dried branches in a flurry.
Fall, the season, was falling quickly onto the top of the mountain. "...why was it?" Panda wondered to himself. As far back as he could remember the mountain had always been peaceful and perfectly quite. Everything was exactly as he like it...exactly as he wanted it....the weather had never changed and it was perfectly suited for him.
As he thought about it, he realized that he had never felt loneliness before. What was this feeling that tore holes into his heart and left him empty? He had everything that he could ever ask, but the woman's face was burned deep into his mind.
A sudden chill escaped from the clouds lips and brushed down onto the Panda as he silently, but restlessly fell asleep.
Blinking his eyes, Panda tried to adjust his eyes so that they would not be blurry. Turning his hulking body completely around, he noticed that he was on the stone path again. Looking forward, he once again saw the looming mountain in the distance.
"It couldn't be," thought the panda in surprise. But sure enough he was back in the same dream. Turning to look at the path behind him, hoping to the see the washerwoman, his hopes faded as there was no one there.
"How's it goin' gent',"
Jumping in surprise Panda whirled back around to see a duck. Having on a straw hat and a wadded, rolled up blanket on its back, the duck was pleasantly smiling.
"Where you goin' to?" asked the duck quizzically.
Panda frowned for a second, because he was real sure that no one had been in front of him a minute ago, but he shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know where I am going....but I was told we should go to the mountain up ahead."
"What mountain," asked the duck as it scanned in the direction that Panda pointed to.
"Why the mountain that is at the end of this stone path, which is in the distance."
The duck shook his head. "I see no mountain, and I sure don't see any path that you are talking about."
Panda was awestricken. "but you are standing on the path."
Glancing down at its webbed feet, the duck shook his head again, "nope, sure don't see a stone path; nothin' but dirt."
"Wait," exclaimed a voice!
Grasping onto the panda from behind, a weary fox grabbed onto him for support. Squinting her eyes, the fox looked wearily up, "can you see?"
Panda jumped in surprise at the new person showing up. Turning his focus onto her, he noticed that the clothes that it wore were torn and muddy.
"For years I have searched for the mountain of Paradise....but never have I found it," said the fox.
"Such nonsense," exclaimed the duck. "The mountain does not exist. there IS NO mountain."
Another voice chimed from the left of the Panda. "Did someone say the Mountain?" Peering to look at the new creature that had arrived, Panda became confused. Why had these creatures not been here before when he had talked with the washer woman and WHY couldn't they see the path and the mountain?
"This here bear, says he can see a path and the mountain," exclaimed the duck, to the deer, which had bounded up. With a shawl around its neck, its eyes were wide with fear of every shadow in the fog. Constantly the deer would dart its head back and forth.
Before Panda knew what was happening, the ducks exclamations echoed into the fog all around him and many voices called out, as hundreds of figures emerged from the fog.
Clamoring around him, the crowd all demanded the mountain and its whereabouts.
Surely there must be someone else, besides himself, which could see the path, which led clearly to the mountain Panda marveled. Stepping back as the crowd circled around him and began to call out in their animalish bellowing and screeches, Panda gritted his teeth and called out in frustration, "SILENCE!!!!!"
As the last of the word came through his teeth, Panda curled his lip back down and rubbed his wet nose thoughtfully. Staring out over the pleading mass of creatures, as they stared as to wait for someone to show them the way, Panda tred carefully forward. 'If the washer woman said everyone was going to the mountain, then he was going to take those who could not see it to the mountain,' he figured.
Calling to the animals, he exclaimed, "I shall follow the stone path. If you follow behind me, I will lead you to the mountain."
"But what of the sick and the weak," called one of the creatures?
"Bring a wooden cart and I will carry them to the mountain in it."
Quickly assembling the mass, they quietly followed behind Panda....though many were excited and were very happy.
Making their way forward, for many miles through the dense fog, panda finally stood at the bottom of the mountain and stared over the gate that surrounded it.
Gasping he exclaimed in surprise as he carefully set the cart down. "The mountain, " he mumbled, " is MINE." Stepping father forward, he brushed his hands across the gate and down to the hatch. Lifting the rusted and crusty metal link to the side, he yanked on the door as it groaned painfully open. Staring into the peaceful bliss, Panda began to understand what was happening.
Stepping into the gate, he smiled, as the sun, for the first time, broke through the clouds triumphantly. The clouds whipped to the side and disappeared as the clear blue sky shone through.
As the animals flooded around him onto the mountain, Panda smiled.
Seeing a faint shadow also smile by the gate, Panda quickly looked at it, but saw that the person was gone. He knew who it had been; he had seen the washer woman.
As I end this story I will say that the panda never woke from that dream, as it had truly not been a dream. The mountain, once a dull, grey and quite place, is now a place for many to be happy. Never could Panda imagine that there was more to life than him and what he wanted.

--there are many things to think about in this....story...which are deeper than just a story. If you look, there are MANY levels of symbolic meanings....of which I did not notice until after I wrote each part. I hope that you will get them as I did. (Which is strange considering that I wrote it....or did I???) I know that the grammar is not perfect, but the concepts are...and the symbols.

Ygramul · 2005-10-22 12:32:30

Monisawa wrote:

Personally as I look at Fiala I cannot see the complicated issues that you speak of.... But if the characters are becoming too complicated then you are... trying to create a character that is too depthful.
An example is: When I write and create a character, I imagine what they are wearing, what they are carrying (What they would have with them), what kind of hair( and if they will have something in it...or how long it is and if it is an issue that would bother the character.) All of these elements, at least for my stories, are thought about so that I can create a depth in my story....but if I add too many things on her and about her, I will forget about many of them, and as people will read the story, they will catch my mistakes and see that things are missing...so what I am saying is to be relative and control how complicated the characters personalities are....in layman's terms, 'Don't spread the butter too thin.' That is if this is a problem for you...(I just realized that I wasn't sure if you wante suggestions for it or not....-_-)

I can to a point in the story (especially since I jump around in my writing) where Fiala did something that was not characteristic of her, but then I realized that by this point in the story she would have changed a little bit. But then I was writing an earlier piece where she wouldn't have changed yet, and well, she again had done something uncharacteristic. Maybe I pass it off as female intuition? I guess I want my characters to be real to people. And Fiala is based off of me a little bit.

Ygramul · 2005-10-22 12:40:32

Monisawa wrote:

2nd, what kind of help do you suggest? Are you seeing if we have any ideas for a possible plot line to link the characters together? Personally, your "Legend," as you call it, can easily speak for itself....meaning that it is built REALLY NICE!!!! The concepts are pure, awsome and original...eventhough they are just in Layman's terms...
personally you could quote off the legend, as what you have written below at the beginning of the story...it leads us to wonder who and what is going to happen....though if you left the legend till the end or later on, it would not give away the fact that one of the main characters is the new King. It would be super cool when all the facts that you would hint at in the story finally pull together and make sense. Though as you said, it is a bother trying to regulate the info so that you don't give away too much, or not enouph. Even then, you have SO much possiblities because you have not written very far into the story. YOu could take the characters and story in any direction and have them do anything...course don't let it get to your head.

I need help writing a nice opening. I can't find an attractive way to state everything. I would prefer to insert the legend further into the story.... but other readers have requested it at the beginning.... and my characters have all grown up knowing the legend.

Ygramul · 2005-10-23 13:31:14

Monisawa wrote:

PART 4: Last part of the Panda story:
Written: 10/21/05

Everything I have read today is just so.... deep.

Ygramul · 2005-10-23 14:10:33

I was digging around in my files and I found this. Let me know what you think.

?Auryn!? She shouted as she shook me into awareness. Her white blonde hair was caked with mud. Reddish black streaks ran through the mud. She must have been in the heaviest of the battle. She would have managed it some how. She wasn?t happy when they placed us at the back edge of the company. I knew what she didn?t. The battle would reach us in time. She must have gone forth seeking the battle. I did not remember it coming to us. But here she was. Arian?s bright blue eyes showing worry. I was having a hard time understanding what she was saying, but I saw her mouth, ?Are you all right??
?Of course,? I managed to say. My voice sounded cracked and dry. My hair kept falling into my face. Her shaking me had caused it to come loose. I reached up a hand to move it. I stopped when I saw the blood on it. The battle must have reached us, but then why were we still alive.
She must have read the look in my eyes because she said, ?They?ve stopped.?

Seraphim Moonshadow · 2005-10-24 11:18:07

"Counting Down"

In the age where man stops whilst he holds a sword
Poised above his enemy and wonders why he does fight
You can hear the honest call of a drowning soul
Gagging in the darkness, searching for the light...

In the age where man steps to his highest dreams
But forgets from whence he came, we can only wonder
What pride and enmity towards God will do to him-
Twisting him into a terrible shape, then ripping assunder....

In the day where woman try to become men
With haughty eyes and mincing and tinkling of feet
Brawn voices calling, replacing viture and love
With hardness not from up Above....

In the hour where woman, for the sake of a man,
Give up what she treasures most, sacrifing her soul
Because she is in so much pain and
Knows not where to go....

In the minute before the clock strikes twelve,
Do we understand the consequence of the hour?
Where daylight fades to night and rest
Are we at peace, or are we dour?

Is this the moment we realize that we are upon the twilight hour
That in just a few years that those who have no stood will surely fall?
Have we done all we can to ease ourselves from sin or have we just
Bumbled along, thinking God will take care of it all?

Are we, too, inticed by sickeness and the swelling of the tide
The pornography and filth that can in our home reside
Have we carefully chosen the words we choose to use?
Have we realized in the gamble, we have our souls to loose?
Was last Friday's date what the Lord would have you do
When you took the sacrament and said, "I'll be like You?"

Are we the ones who our supporting the family that is being taken apart?
Or are we letting marriage replace divorce, where marriage could stand?
Have we let our God down by not sharing the light we have?
Have we help founded the gospel of Christ in a distant land?

Are we filld with the charity of Christ so that we may forgive?
Have we sought to help another, or better yet, help that soul live?
Can we forgive the man who would take our life?
Or the woman who's brought us so much strife?
Can we forget the carnal ways and turn unto God and read of his ways?
If so....

you can find truth

you can find hope

you can find forgiveness

but you have to start on the road yourself...

Seraphim Moonshadow · 2005-10-24 11:19:10

"Dragon's Creed"

Begone, ye seeds of evil, subtle woes to bind us
Hold forth ye captains of truth and raise the Sword against the foe
Drive ye to the heart of those whom are corrupt
Unite and bring harmony to this holy war
The darkness is binding, so deep, so thick
Those who are ensnared seek to drive us down
Look around that your heart may sorrow yet take courage
To defend honor and the brightness of truth
Let ye stand in holy places that ye might obtain that which is good
And tread not on broken roads that are not the straight and narrow
Seek not for vengeance but pray for deliverance
Walk upon the shores of light that ye might be a beacon
And guide others to their rightful place

Seraphim Moonshadow · 2005-10-24 11:30:15

Just because you make friendship rainbows, you must
Understand that there?s no one who can make them quite like you
So listen up, you?re completely fabulous in God?s eyes
Trust that there are legions that love you on your left and on your right
Illuminate the world with your wholesome gaze for you are a faithful friend
Never to be forgotten.

"Companion"

In the story of our days, we know the woman is not without the man
But sometimes how hard is it to live and understand
That we are not on our own and should not go against the Plan

Is the person you are with the person you perceive?
Have you come to know you want them for Eternity?
Would you come across one you love then loose them and greive?

A companion is one's truest friend, the one she knows can trust
Her greatest ambitions and deepest desires to do what's right
--He is the second saviour of her life

A helpmeet is the man who chooses a woman to be his wife
He nutures and cares for her because he knows she's a treasured soul
--She is mortally and spiritually what he needs to succeed

If there is someone you can trust, do not let it slip away
Do not be in a hurry, so take it day by day
You cannot remain in the pain of a broken past
Nor fully love someone if you have regret
That seals up your heart and will not let it go
For when you take the other in the temple, you are reaching for the same goal.

Through love and laughter, sunny days and snow,
Love is the greatest rule all of you can know
Teach the gospel with your lives and let your children see
The greatest thing on earth is the power to be
To be what you are--God's child
To live and learn with another--your spouse
To be a brother or sister to strangers--because you can teach the gospel light
To remember who you are reminds you of the choices you must make
This world is not free, but it can be beautiful if shaped with God's hands

Monisawa · 2005-10-24 17:42:45

Ygramul wrote:

I was digging around in my files and I found this. Let me know what you think.
?Auryn!? She shouted as she shook me into awareness. Her white blonde hair was caked with mud. Reddish black streaks ran through the mud. She must have been in the heaviest of the battle. She would have managed it some how. She wasn?t happy when they placed us at the back edge of the company. I knew what she didn?t. The battle would reach us in time. She must have gone forth seeking the battle. I did not remember it coming to us. But here she was. Arian?s bright blue eyes showing worry. I was having a hard time understanding what she was saying, but I saw her mouth, ?Are you all right??
?Of course,? I managed to say. My voice sounded cracked and dry. My hair kept falling into my face. Her shaking me had caused it to come loose. I reached up a hand to move it. I stopped when I saw the blood on it. The battle must have reached us, but then why were we still alive.
She must have read the look in my eyes because she said, ?They?ve stopped.?

These is neat. It is very suspensful and I enjoyed it. The build up is very clear.

Monisawa · 2005-10-24 17:43:46

And to Saraphim, I will have to read yours tomarrow. Yours are a little long, so I will read them tomarrow; I have to go somewhere.
thanks
mike

blewjewl · 2005-10-24 19:40:54

Yrgramul, I'm assuming you don't want me to answer this plethora of questions, it's just for making me think. But here are a couple:
Dern, wouldn't you be upset of your fox was poisoned??
There are other reasons, but most are vague clues at this point in the story, hints, foreshadowing and general things to make the reader wonder what will happen next or what is going on kinda thing.
Where could I insert "but one"?

The other one with the girl and the Prince is from a child's story, therefore it is written a little more... obvious? in some ways. Plainly saying it's "foreboding" might strengthen a young readers vocab and make it more clear where it's repetitive to adults, but it can be played with. I like "dawn's light" better though and most of the other as you guessed is already answered earlier in the story as this is the very last chapter. Thanks for reading.

blewjewl · 2005-10-24 19:45:15

ya'll are crazy

Monisawa · 2005-10-25 14:01:59

Seraphim Moonshadow wrote:

"Counting Down"
"Dragon's Creed"
"Companion"

Oh, So So true. So many torn verses of poems and songs do I write and wish to write concerning these subjects. For this cause I will post one that I have written recently.

When you read it, use words in their awsome purity that I spoke of earlier...(The expance and infinite depths of Eternity is contained in the word Eternity....):

"GRACE"
By Mike Blake 10/7/2005
(c)2005Mike Blake. Do not copy or use without permission.

Evenings flutter with just a casual sigh.

Sunsets slip,
behind the giant still mountains.

Stars shine brightly,
but eventually streak out of the sky.

Days without number fold into one.

Leafs fall, snow falls, rain falls,
constantly wearing society down.

Pieces of ashes float all around,
gathering into the stores, in homes, at schools...

Pick up the ashes, watch the ashes, play with the ashes, learn through the ashes,
and the light you never will see.

Deadened and smothered and covered with dust,
the light calls, but you're buried and blinded.

Dying crying, your soul longs to feed,
your physical body strangling its need.

"Free me," the soul pleads, "Let me talk to and see my God.
Let me feel the warmth from heaven,
the light from above which gives me wings,
the light which would make me me fly free,
free like a dove."

Curse the body; the natural man.
Its lusts and wastes all mans' time.

Souls hunger, they yearn for the inspiration of God,
but are caked with darkness and glimpses can they only see.

...My soul sorrows for the messages unheard.

This poem follows a simular subject that I wrote about over a year ago:

"ASHES TO ASHES"
By Mike Blake 8/16/2004
(c)2005 Mike Blake. Do not copy or use without permission.

What grasp ye?
Know ye not that ashes and dust lie in your hands!

When oft the sun rises, one day it will set and darkness will cover your eyes, no longer to feel or know or exist. The things you clasp to and rely upon, sift as sand through your fingers, lost in the darkness...

when morning comes, you will be as you came to earth, with nothing, no house, no fancy clothes, no car, tv, movies, computers, books... you shall only have your thoughts and your memories you built up during life, also, you shall have the same desires wants, and lusts... but you will be left unto yourself; mourning, there shall be no quenching the flames you have built up for yourself. They shall be shadows only longed for... but never acquired.

Do you think at that day when all is ended you shall be perfect; with no effort given during your life?
You must repent, forsake and follow Christ, the holy son of God!

Who can say I will be made perfect?
It is none, for they shall get their reward, only that which they sowed and harvested... dust and ashes.

How can one stare into the sky at night and not fathom how little one is!
A nothing, not even a speck on the world, and in comparison to the universe, you don't even exist...

God the Father knows all and controls the very heavens, as they breath, as they sigh, and even when they cry... what possibly can be acquired to a child of God, who you are, and in an existence where your life is wasted on something less than you... the very dirt you walk upon is better than those things you treasure.

Things of man are temporal, things of God are eternal... as expansive as the stars and the heavens and the sands of the sea.

It was posted here. I am the guest who wrote that....paragraph:
http://jerbl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?id=16

Monisawa · 2005-10-25 15:09:23

blewjewl wrote:

plethora of questions,

.....OW!!!!!!!!! My head hurts!!! that is a big word. I have heard of it, but....wow.

and yes, we are crazy....I guess. At least I think so. *Stops to ask himself the question, "Am I crazy?" *Self answers, "I don't think we are. Do you self number 3?" *Self Number 3 "No, NO were not crazy at all, we are just unique."

Seraphim Moonshadow · 2005-10-26 12:02:36

Monisawa, those were beautiful! You have a gift. Very, very, very, good. I like your sense of depth. It's wonderful!

Ygramul · 2005-10-27 16:21:48

I like the poetry, it is just beyond me personally.

Monisawa · 2005-10-27 16:23:46

beyond???? As in you just don't write poetry???

Seraphim Moonshadow · 2005-10-28 02:00:53

Or..it..doesn't make sense?

Monisawa · 2005-10-28 17:50:05

Seraphim Moonshadow wrote:

Or..it..doesn't make sense?

Ha Ha, most likely this. That would make the most sense!!! To me Sometimes things just don't make sense.

Monisawa · 2005-10-29 21:19:56

Man it is sure quiete in here. People tend to post in waves...and then just DISAPEAR for days or weeks.

BTW, to ALL you PEOPLE on this forumn!!!!!!!! *Trumpets blare in the background.

I am LEAVING on my mission in about 18 days...November 19, that means I have 3 sundays left , 3 monday night activities....sigh....and 2 more wednesday night classes for Karate. -_- TIME IS GOING TOO QUICK!!!

So in otherwords, I have 18 days left on this forumn. You all can continue in your posts, it would make me happy to see that it is used....but EXACTLY on Novemeber 19, 2005, I will not post on here for 2 years. --even if I get to go in a members' house or use the internet. That way I won't be distracted.--

thanks
mike

Ygramul · 2005-10-30 21:45:30

Monisawa wrote:

beyond???? As in you just don't write poetry???

No, I've written poetry before. I had to for a creative writing class. I just don't get it.

Ygramul · 2005-10-30 21:48:22

Monisawa wrote:

Man it is sure quiete in here. People tend to post in waves...and then just DISAPEAR for days or weeks.
BTW, to ALL you PEOPLE on this forumn!!!!!!!! *Trumpets blare in the background.
I am LEAVING on my mission in about 18 days...November 19, that means I have 3 sundays left , 3 monday night activities....sigh....and 2 more wednesday night classes for Karate. -_- TIME IS GOING TOO QUICK!!!
So in otherwords, I have 18 days left on this forumn. You all can continue in your posts, it would make me happy to see that it is used....but EXACTLY on Novemeber 19, 2005, I will not post on here for 2 years. --even if I get to go in a members' house or use the internet. That way I won't be distracted.--
thanks
mike

If you give us your mission address we can write you to say hello once in a while.... and it will probably be once in a long while...

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