The Other Side of the Dark.

[dark]

I have been writing things for many years, mostly fiction, and I wondered when I let people read my things - especially if it was during a class in-which we read each others papers and told people how we felt about the paper - that they were not being honest. I realize they may have motives to tell my my papers were good when in all likely hoods they were not, one simple reason, if they say they disliked my paper, they may "feel" that I would unconsciously dislike their paper and give them a bad report on what I read, thus lowering their confidence. People like to others simply to keep relations, I despise that.

So what am I posting in here?

Merely clips from certain writing, if anyone reads them you can post what you think about it or you may not, I don't care, but if you do, be honest, my feels will not get hurt, if people do not tell me where I fuck up, I will never be able to become better.

Also if by some mythological beings miracle I happen to be slightly good at writing, you may find this entertaining so I may as well show it, while if I don't show it I may as well be taking away things from people.

Read some quote somewhere that said, well badly memorized, "You are just as much responsible for the ideas you create and someone uses for bad intentions as you are for ideas you have never given to anyone and no one has benefited." I know that isn't exactly the same words but close enough.

Will be posting the first clip in the next post.

 

[dark]

This clip is from a almost-fictional short story, basically a fictional story of what I could only imagine the men went through back when they first sailed to the new lands from England to the now Americas. It was for a paper in my History class last semester so it is one of the most recent things I have written.

For reference I will give the clips the title of the stories themselves even if they may sound stupid. This one like many others are written on a whim in about 15 minutes or so. I type up my stories and never really go back to edit them because I simply don't know what should be done to make things better. I am hoping I will learn a little about doing such during my English classes.

Journey's Edge -
"Wasn’t long we realized yet again of our unfortunate tidings from abroad. I had never eaten so little; my stomach ached then each day, but gladly no more. At first we decided to keep the ships close to keep rations up, but after a couple storms we discovered to late that this was a bad idea. The night brought down the crews of two ships. Their souls haunt my dreams. We’ll never see their smiles; never hear their laughs in the calm nights. Things like this make me doubt our risks. Was freedom of country really worth all this, I must continue think it must, and this is the price that must be paid; only a selfish man would think that there would be no risks. On those very calm nights the fishermen would tell us stories of wicked storms, ones that they said make ours seem miniature. Their voices so fashioned in the story I can feel the pains, I feel the fear, the feeling of no escape. I pray to God that we survive each night, but many began to get sick. Scurvy has taken many of the crew, some were not so well nourished, but I must go on I kept thinking, I must survive. Sleep I could never find, the waves tossed and tumbled, each night became worse, and the food shortage ended, there was none. The fisherman attempted to catch a bounty, but there were no fish. At times I could not even get out of bed. The world collapsed around me and I felt as though I was falling off the edge. The sunken crews tortured me, taunted me, calling my name, calling for us all. They didn’t want us to die; they didn’t even know they were dead. What horrible things the sea does to a man’s soul. Tears found their place, the fallen men asked for help, they kept calling me to pull them up, but they weren’t real, I couldn’t find them. Their screams terrified me every waking minute. My body shook viciously, for king and country; yeah that is what we were told. That is what our hopes were held on, the freedom of man, the freedom for everyman. It seemed so simple. Yet so… far… away. God seemed so distant; it seemed as though he no longer watched over us. "

 

[EyeSeeCold]

I liked it.

 

[Philosophyking87]

Pretty good. You definitely have some talent.
Keep practicing!