Yes...the book club that is...share your book ideas and writing techniques here.

Forgot to mention, just input your names here, i wanna put a book group together to collab on stories, and any other nifty lil things.

i stickied this for you...

good luck with the club hun!

thanks a lot,i really appreciate it, now i just need ppl to join

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I only just saw this, i should write my Triangle thing in here...

yea, for the proper critique, bring it in here. Analyse the story and give you ideas to add to it.Cuz lets say im gonna buy this book, there's things that i want in it...bring it in.

Okay, i'm back now...


Here's what i wrote so far:


RapWorlds.com presents...





A Chosen Publication...







...The Triangle...

























DEATH.
When life for Adrian Taylor was fading and his inner eyes, the eyes that focused from his soul, were already dazzled by the shining way ahead (was the brilliance approaching him, or was he approaching it? he wondered in a detached way,) when his scant twenty-seven years were drawing to a close, something occurred that halted the untimely rush. Something, in fact, that not only saved him from death but altered the entire course of his future life...














PART ONE

In which a chosen party
defy laws of human biology
and learn of things they
never thought possible

































CHAPTER: first



The dim flickering light accompanied by the monotonous drone of the emergency power nagged at the senses of Adrian Taylor's respective sensors. He decided that it was an altogether irritating experiance. He closed his eyes to shield the disturbance. The electrical resonance persisted.
It became suddenly apparant that Adrian knew nothing of where he was or how he got there. He had spent what felt like an age drifting from semi-conciousness to an other-worldly vegetable state, consisting of the cosmic abyss. His arm was sandwiched between the nape of his neck and what felt like a singed coat of fur.
With his eyes still closed Adrian attempted to shift his forearm, immediately rousing a searing pain throughout his entire body. It felt like every 'sense' within his body was being stimulated with an intense scolding. He relaxed his muscles. The pain ceased, like boiling water left to cool, the bubbles, like butterflies, dancing within his bloodstream.
"Ouch"
Adrian remained static, waiting for the burning to come to a complete stop. He drowsily opened both eyes. In front of him was the back of a transport chair. Was he on a train? An Aeroplane? Adrian wanted... needed... to look around, discover the content of his current situation, but he daren't move, the concentrated agonizing concequence of what happened before prevented him from doing anything.
I must have been involved in an accident
Adrian peered from the corner of his eyes, to the left of him was a rounded 'portal' style window. The shutter was down. To the right was what Adrian made out to be a human, perhaps a human carcass. He braved his insticts and decided to open the shutter to the window, this time using his free arm. As his hand uncurled, he dropped something to the ground, something small. Adrian dismissed it as unimportant and leant across to the window, the shutter stubborn but eventually gave in and opened to reveal a sheet of nigh-time darkness. This didn't help him at all.
A noise behind him, somebody else? He decided he would attempt to stand, his drowsy mind protesting at the thought. Adrian tried to pull himself up from his seat, his legs tensing but without consequence, he barely moved. It was as if something was holding him back, resisting his attempts of activating himself.
Am I.… paralysed?
Adrian felt his heart make a solid thudding beat followed by a hesitation, and then continue at a greater tempo. What had happened here? And where was he? He rapidly grew more apprehensive towards his current situation, not knowing what to do. Adrian, with his left hand, gripped the end of the arm rest to lever himself to his feet, but his lower body would not comply. He looked down at himself and saw the solution; he was harnessed to his seat by a safety belt.
“Ha”
A wave of relief drenched his apprehension; a large portion of his worries had been deleted, and he briefly forgot about what was happening.
The dim red lights continued to flicker and hum, illuminating floating particles of dust and dead cells, forming a visible cloud at the ceiling of the transport vessel. Several insects had taken a liking to the solitary light and had formed a gathering, discussing nothing of interest.
The belt released, without resistance, and Adrian immediately, but warily, rose from his nest. His quadriceps stiff from the lack of motion endured. It felt slightly painful but at the same time reliving, his muscles beginning to loosen. The pain caused by the movement in his right arm had dissipated altogether now, and he was free to move it without struggle.
As Adrian had stood he became sensitive to the surrounding temperature. It was humid, stuffy and an incredibly musky scent filled the vessel. He glanced over the head-rest of the chair in front of him. It was inhabited, scarcely, with about ten human bodies, unconscious or maybe asleep, including the body next to him.

:sick:

LoL I should write some of my Custom DBZ stories....anyone who likes DBZ will love em...

Don't know what they ar..ahhh dragonball z right?

Yea...Can I start posting some?

sure, il try and review if i can

cool thread made me think

this the tri state area its scarier than elm street the undergrounds of new york go hells deep where planes are misplaced to towers from the sky unknown mcs cant be underground cuz they so high gang members shoot up playgrounds as they roll by innocent bystanders, they gone die, they gone lie six feet deep in the earth u wont be livin if you try to make an honest livin if u stay put with the cards ur givin ull end up dead or in prison even though it dont make a diff cuz ur already imprisoned in the echonomical stressor so u end up dealin just to get muney for a subtance that ll give u the fillin of happiness even though u aint i wish i could live like a saint but politician's holow missions is to take all my money so i guess i aint thats why i ride till i die with my nyne and my colt 45 by my side like r kell and jay the best of both worlds colide on 1 hand i try to be good but on the other hand my burns as a gangbember lie i gotta do wuts right i gotta be leftless gotta watch out for the dealers who move blocks like tetris the drug atticts are restlis cuz their coke is so laced they culd be sniffin asbestice hit me up on caddycracka003 tell me how i am

Okay, i'm back now...


Here's what i wrote so far:


RapWorlds.com presents...





A Chosen Publication...







...The Triangle...

























DEATH.
When life for Adrian Taylor was fading and his inner eyes, the eyes that focused from his soul, were already dazzled by the shining way ahead (was the brilliance approaching him, or was he approaching it? he wondered in a detached way,) when his scant twenty-seven years were drawing to a close, something occurred that halted the untimely rush. Something, in fact, that not only saved him from death but altered the entire course of his future life...














PART ONE

In which a chosen party
defy laws of human biology
and learn of things they
never thought possible

































CHAPTER: first



The dim flickering light accompanied by the monotonous drone of the emergency power nagged at the senses of Adrian Taylor's respective sensors. He decided that it was an altogether irritating experiance. He closed his eyes to shield the disturbance. The electrical resonance persisted.
It became suddenly apparant that Adrian knew nothing of where he was or how he got there. He had spent what felt like an age drifting from semi-conciousness to an other-worldly vegetable state, consisting of the cosmic abyss. His arm was sandwiched between the nape of his neck and what felt like a singed coat of fur.
With his eyes still closed Adrian attempted to shift his forearm, immediately rousing a searing pain throughout his entire body. It felt like every 'sense' within his body was being stimulated with an intense scolding. He relaxed his muscles. The pain ceased, like boiling water left to cool, the bubbles, like butterflies, dancing within his bloodstream.
"Ouch"
Adrian remained static, waiting for the burning to come to a complete stop. He drowsily opened both eyes. In front of him was the back of a transport chair. Was he on a train? An Aeroplane? Adrian wanted... needed... to look around, discover the content of his current situation, but he daren't move, the concentrated agonizing concequence of what happened before prevented him from doing anything.
I must have been involved in an accident
Adrian peered from the corner of his eyes, to the left of him was a rounded 'portal' style window. The shutter was down. To the right was what Adrian made out to be a human, perhaps a human carcass. He braved his insticts and decided to open the shutter to the window, this time using his free arm. As his hand uncurled, he dropped something to the ground, something small. Adrian dismissed it as unimportant and leant across to the window, the shutter stubborn but eventually gave in and opened to reveal a sheet of nigh-time darkness. This didn't help him at all.
A noise behind him, somebody else? He decided he would attempt to stand, his drowsy mind protesting at the thought. Adrian tried to pull himself up from his seat, his legs tensing but without consequence, he barely moved. It was as if something was holding him back, resisting his attempts of activating himself.
Am I.… paralysed?
Adrian felt his heart make a solid thudding beat followed by a hesitation, and then continue at a greater tempo. What had happened here? And where was he? He rapidly grew more apprehensive towards his current situation, not knowing what to do. Adrian, with his left hand, gripped the end of the arm rest to lever himself to his feet, but his lower body would not comply. He looked down at himself and saw the solution; he was harnessed to his seat by a safety belt.
“Ha”
A wave of relief drenched his apprehension; a large portion of his worries had been deleted, and he briefly forgot about what was happening.
The dim red lights continued to flicker and hum, illuminating floating particles of dust and dead cells, forming a visible cloud at the ceiling of the transport vessel. Several insects had taken a liking to the solitary light and had formed a gathering, discussing nothing of interest.
The belt released, without resistance, and Adrian immediately, but warily, rose from his nest. His quadriceps stiff from the lack of motion endured. It felt slightly painful but at the same time reliving, his muscles beginning to loosen. The pain caused by the movement in his right arm had dissipated altogether now, and he was free to move it without struggle.
As Adrian had stood he became sensitive to the surrounding temperature. It was humid, stuffy and an incredibly musky scent filled the vessel. He glanced over the head-rest of the chair in front of him. It was inhabited, scarcely, with about ten human bodies, unconscious or maybe asleep, including the body next to him.


Sorry but that story was pretentious as hell. A lotta big words, nothing else. Was boring as hell. You suck as an author. All your sentences are too long, it's just painful and unnatural reading that. Write Normal!

I remember when I wrote this back when i wanted to write, couple years back. Yeah it was pretty shitty. Spooky thing is the plotline i was going for is way too close to that 'Lost' program, and i thought this up wayyyy before that came out. Only difference my story had something to do with the Bermuda triangle.

I'd be downto do this...I don't have anything that i've written that is handy (I ain't typing the shit either fuck that), but trust me I can write a story

g' luCc homie :)

wow this is still going..i need it to become active.

..........

Write something like Catcher in the Rye

at the moment im writing a rough movie script..pretty intense psychological thriller.

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i have quite a few movie/book ideas, i get started on one and then get another great idea and so i don't forget that one start on another one. i guess that's the problem with being bi-polar. would luv to find someone to work with that luvs to write and i could give some of my ideas to and have them help me out. trust me i have a ton, and for just about every genre. let me know if anyone wants to hear some of em.

aight noxxx im in, jus get at me if u wanna collab on a story

I actually
Go to this writers club thing
Where I work
At borders
We do it once a week

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