short stories and poetry.... i love writing it, and i take it very seriously.
ITT, ill post my work, or at least the stuff i feel like sharing.
BTW, id like any kind of feedback on anything
Poetry
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this is my latest poem, written last Valentines Day...
I've yet to feel...
I've yet to feel what makes this day so great,
But there's probably a simple reason;
I have not yet found someone to create
The warmth to get by such a cold season.
I've yet to feel this joyous sensation,
But I'm sure that it is the best worldwide.
And since I've not had a love relation,
There's not much more id like to feel inside.
But as my fifteenth Valentines Day past
I ask myself, "When do I get to see?
Will I ever get a love that will last?
Will I find that wonderful girl for me?"
I've yet to feel what love can really do,
But when I find it, I will make it true.
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Short Stories
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This was a story i wrote for my english class last year... we were reading some kind of redneck-ish book, and had to use our vocab in a story, so yeah..... as a disclaimer, the whole story is in Redneck Talk, spelling, pronunciation, ect., w/e.... but its fun to read :P
The Newspaper Writer
Whod'a thunk it? Im here, after all these years, under this here sassyfrass tree... the tree i dun got my first kiss from my Sue Ann, cept now im here bereavin 'n leavin my condolences, in that lil ol note i wrote for my late wife, by her grave... She always loved my writin... nesst ta her grave i left the newspaper i writed with their abichiaries in it.... they both loved muh writin... the note n newspapers meanin will levitate on up to them in heaven.... least thats what im a-hopin........ but when Im 'round the tree, i caint help but member that horrid day and feel contrite... lemme splain it to yall...
I dun forgetted zactly how long ago the vury first day we met was, but i member it like it was yesterdee... it started out like enny utha day... i wakeded up, went out to the privy, cooked me up sum aigs, ate em, n sat out on the veranda to watch the sun to come up....sounds borin, but they wasnt nuthin ever happnin in my town.... least nuthin intristin nuff fer me... which made it tuff on my job... i's a news paper writer... meanin i hadta write bout intristin stuff goin on in the town, tho nuthin eva was intristin... i had me a covey a youngsters look round the town a-searchin for stuff worthy of the paper..... anythin they founded that was the least bit intristin, i could make sound a whole lot intristiner in my writin.... intristiner than it really was.... but then, i was a dern good writer....
Anywayz, afta i eated my aigs n watched the sun, i headed on over to my writer job for the paper... on my walk to work, i dun seen a lady who i haint neva seen afore... she was rul purdy so i a-sided to go'n say hi..
"howdy lady, aint seen ya hurr afore... yous new here?" i says...
"well hey there... yeah, im new here..."
"well, we here in Buckinshuffle a-welcome yas"
"will, thank ya sir!"
She flashed me a smile purdy nuff ta knock ya over....
"whuts yore name lil lady?" I ast.
"Im Sue Ann. N how bout you sir?"
"my names Jimbo.... pleasent meetin ya Sue Ann..."
"Iss nice meetin you too Jimbo.... say, u mind showin me round town? that is, if ya aint too bizzy...
I thinkded... i knew i hayd to git ta werk, but i rully wanted ta get ta know Miss Sue Ann....
"Welp,' i says ' I could walk with yas, cept Imma hafta let ya go once we git ta my workin place..."
"where ya work?" she ast...
"I write the newspapers here in Buckinshuffle...."
"Really now?"
"Yeeup. i must be a dern good writer to make the borin stuff round here sound intristin..."
She chuckled some.... she had the keyootest lil laugh...
We toured the town at a nice amble pace... I's kinda pracrastinatin so thit I could spend moe time with Sue Ann 'stead a workin... I managed ta waste bout halfa hour walkin by the south side a the trestle... when we reached the newspapers, we left each other with a friendly haynd shake....
When she was gone... i went inside and shure nuff, my covey a newsfinders was a waitin for me, ready ta throw at me their stories.... I narrowed it down ta 2 stories and sided with Pompadours story bout the train wreck by the sassyfrass tree grove over Bills story of the trubblemakin kids caught a-steak-a-lean down the streets.... Now, i only call Pompadour Pompadour cuz hes got hisself a pompadour... his real name is Stewart, but even he prefers Pompadour.....
Anywayz, i wroted bout the trainwreck.... as it terns out, the wreck wuz caused by a penny on the trestle... i suggested it wuz placed there by the streak-a-lean whippersnappers.... an' aftawords, i wroted a big "welcome" article for Sue Ann..... Shore nuff, when the papers went out, she read it n came a lookin fer me..... i finded her by the trestle one day....
"Heya Jimbo.... That was a kind gesture u put in the paper..." she told me...
"Weeyill, iss the least i could do fer a purdy newcomin woman in the town...."
"aww... thank you Jimbo..."
she gave the smile that smile that practiclee melted me agin...
"Yous lookin purdy spiffy today Jimbo.... much more ellygan than them other lintheads n sharecroppers back in town... whats the accasion?" she asked a-gigglin...
As a mattera fact, there wuz sumthin i had a planned..... i dug into muh pocket n grabbed my sheet a paper... i handed it to Sue Ann....
"whats this Jimbo?" she ast...
"read it Sue Ann...."
The note reeded:
Dear Sue Ann
You is a very sweet womin
When I see yore smile...
I melt agin n agin...
If youd pleasure me to a date
Id like to get ta know ya
And i promise ta stay reverent
Shore nuff, she was swept offa her feets and assepted my date. on our date... i takeded her to a store in the town that was famous for their great ear trumpets, their extra large puncheons, and their deelightful sweetmilk.... we getted a puncheonful o their sweetmilk and walked by the trestle......... when we finished the meeyilk, we flounced and rollicked through the feilds along the trestle... once we got tired, we headed to a sassyfrass tree to sit in the shade....
"im havin a great time, Sue Ann" i says
"iyem too Jimbo"
I brusheded the hair out of her brown eyes and planted a big ol smooch on Miss Sue Ann....
Things got better throughout that year... we dun eloped n sanctified our marriage....we hayd one baby boy..... and a few weeks after his 10th burffday... everything got worst....
After our son, Reebus, turneded 10, he was complainin for a whole week bout a big ol headache he hayd... me n Sue Ann didnt like the sound so, Sue Ann volunteered to go up to a town called Rippinsnort over yonder by the heeyills past the feilds....Rippinsnort was the clossest town with a hopital, and theyda hafta go by train... the train talk jogged my memry n i membered a train wreck 10 years ago, but i dint say nuthin... i let my wife n kid go to Rippinsnort.....
When i had gotten to work that day, Pompadour provided me with another story... another trainwreck... this one returnin from Rippinsnort... a crash by the sassyfrass trees.... once i reeded it, i rand ta the tree grove as fayist as i could.... when i got there, it dun looked like a cyclone hitted the place.... and there was a faint smell a creosote in the air that sickened me.... i had talked with the coroners at the wreck n they said aint nobody survived the wreck.... i had only one hope.... i went ta Rippinsnort hospital.... i founded Reebus there.... i ast him where mama was n he said she took the train back to come n get me....... i felt so bad.... i knew somethin bad wouldda happened n i dint say nuthin.... i lost my wife as a result... in tears, i went to the doctor who had even worser news... he told me muh boy had head groiters......in a coniption, i ran outside the hospital and screamed at the heavans..... i lost muh wife..... and my son a few days later to the groiters.....
Now... im here... at their grave... reminessin the horrible past o mine.... i left them my note to Sue Ann... and the newspaper i wrote with their obituaries in it..... as it turns out, the most intristin thing that dun happened in Buckinshuffle turned out to be the thing i never hoped id see.....
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ITT, ill post my work, or at least the stuff i feel like sharing.
BTW, id like any kind of feedback on anything
Poetry
__________________________________
this is my latest poem, written last Valentines Day...
I've yet to feel...
I've yet to feel what makes this day so great,
But there's probably a simple reason;
I have not yet found someone to create
The warmth to get by such a cold season.
I've yet to feel this joyous sensation,
But I'm sure that it is the best worldwide.
And since I've not had a love relation,
There's not much more id like to feel inside.
But as my fifteenth Valentines Day past
I ask myself, "When do I get to see?
Will I ever get a love that will last?
Will I find that wonderful girl for me?"
I've yet to feel what love can really do,
But when I find it, I will make it true.
____________________________________
Short Stories
___________________
This was a story i wrote for my english class last year... we were reading some kind of redneck-ish book, and had to use our vocab in a story, so yeah..... as a disclaimer, the whole story is in Redneck Talk, spelling, pronunciation, ect., w/e.... but its fun to read :P
The Newspaper Writer
Whod'a thunk it? Im here, after all these years, under this here sassyfrass tree... the tree i dun got my first kiss from my Sue Ann, cept now im here bereavin 'n leavin my condolences, in that lil ol note i wrote for my late wife, by her grave... She always loved my writin... nesst ta her grave i left the newspaper i writed with their abichiaries in it.... they both loved muh writin... the note n newspapers meanin will levitate on up to them in heaven.... least thats what im a-hopin........ but when Im 'round the tree, i caint help but member that horrid day and feel contrite... lemme splain it to yall...
I dun forgetted zactly how long ago the vury first day we met was, but i member it like it was yesterdee... it started out like enny utha day... i wakeded up, went out to the privy, cooked me up sum aigs, ate em, n sat out on the veranda to watch the sun to come up....sounds borin, but they wasnt nuthin ever happnin in my town.... least nuthin intristin nuff fer me... which made it tuff on my job... i's a news paper writer... meanin i hadta write bout intristin stuff goin on in the town, tho nuthin eva was intristin... i had me a covey a youngsters look round the town a-searchin for stuff worthy of the paper..... anythin they founded that was the least bit intristin, i could make sound a whole lot intristiner in my writin.... intristiner than it really was.... but then, i was a dern good writer....
Anywayz, afta i eated my aigs n watched the sun, i headed on over to my writer job for the paper... on my walk to work, i dun seen a lady who i haint neva seen afore... she was rul purdy so i a-sided to go'n say hi..
"howdy lady, aint seen ya hurr afore... yous new here?" i says...
"well hey there... yeah, im new here..."
"well, we here in Buckinshuffle a-welcome yas"
"will, thank ya sir!"
She flashed me a smile purdy nuff ta knock ya over....
"whuts yore name lil lady?" I ast.
"Im Sue Ann. N how bout you sir?"
"my names Jimbo.... pleasent meetin ya Sue Ann..."
"Iss nice meetin you too Jimbo.... say, u mind showin me round town? that is, if ya aint too bizzy...
I thinkded... i knew i hayd to git ta werk, but i rully wanted ta get ta know Miss Sue Ann....
"Welp,' i says ' I could walk with yas, cept Imma hafta let ya go once we git ta my workin place..."
"where ya work?" she ast...
"I write the newspapers here in Buckinshuffle...."
"Really now?"
"Yeeup. i must be a dern good writer to make the borin stuff round here sound intristin..."
She chuckled some.... she had the keyootest lil laugh...
We toured the town at a nice amble pace... I's kinda pracrastinatin so thit I could spend moe time with Sue Ann 'stead a workin... I managed ta waste bout halfa hour walkin by the south side a the trestle... when we reached the newspapers, we left each other with a friendly haynd shake....
When she was gone... i went inside and shure nuff, my covey a newsfinders was a waitin for me, ready ta throw at me their stories.... I narrowed it down ta 2 stories and sided with Pompadours story bout the train wreck by the sassyfrass tree grove over Bills story of the trubblemakin kids caught a-steak-a-lean down the streets.... Now, i only call Pompadour Pompadour cuz hes got hisself a pompadour... his real name is Stewart, but even he prefers Pompadour.....
Anywayz, i wroted bout the trainwreck.... as it terns out, the wreck wuz caused by a penny on the trestle... i suggested it wuz placed there by the streak-a-lean whippersnappers.... an' aftawords, i wroted a big "welcome" article for Sue Ann..... Shore nuff, when the papers went out, she read it n came a lookin fer me..... i finded her by the trestle one day....
"Heya Jimbo.... That was a kind gesture u put in the paper..." she told me...
"Weeyill, iss the least i could do fer a purdy newcomin woman in the town...."
"aww... thank you Jimbo..."
she gave the smile that smile that practiclee melted me agin...
"Yous lookin purdy spiffy today Jimbo.... much more ellygan than them other lintheads n sharecroppers back in town... whats the accasion?" she asked a-gigglin...
As a mattera fact, there wuz sumthin i had a planned..... i dug into muh pocket n grabbed my sheet a paper... i handed it to Sue Ann....
"whats this Jimbo?" she ast...
"read it Sue Ann...."
The note reeded:
Dear Sue Ann
You is a very sweet womin
When I see yore smile...
I melt agin n agin...
If youd pleasure me to a date
Id like to get ta know ya
And i promise ta stay reverent
Shore nuff, she was swept offa her feets and assepted my date. on our date... i takeded her to a store in the town that was famous for their great ear trumpets, their extra large puncheons, and their deelightful sweetmilk.... we getted a puncheonful o their sweetmilk and walked by the trestle......... when we finished the meeyilk, we flounced and rollicked through the feilds along the trestle... once we got tired, we headed to a sassyfrass tree to sit in the shade....
"im havin a great time, Sue Ann" i says
"iyem too Jimbo"
I brusheded the hair out of her brown eyes and planted a big ol smooch on Miss Sue Ann....
Things got better throughout that year... we dun eloped n sanctified our marriage....we hayd one baby boy..... and a few weeks after his 10th burffday... everything got worst....
After our son, Reebus, turneded 10, he was complainin for a whole week bout a big ol headache he hayd... me n Sue Ann didnt like the sound so, Sue Ann volunteered to go up to a town called Rippinsnort over yonder by the heeyills past the feilds....Rippinsnort was the clossest town with a hopital, and theyda hafta go by train... the train talk jogged my memry n i membered a train wreck 10 years ago, but i dint say nuthin... i let my wife n kid go to Rippinsnort.....
When i had gotten to work that day, Pompadour provided me with another story... another trainwreck... this one returnin from Rippinsnort... a crash by the sassyfrass trees.... once i reeded it, i rand ta the tree grove as fayist as i could.... when i got there, it dun looked like a cyclone hitted the place.... and there was a faint smell a creosote in the air that sickened me.... i had talked with the coroners at the wreck n they said aint nobody survived the wreck.... i had only one hope.... i went ta Rippinsnort hospital.... i founded Reebus there.... i ast him where mama was n he said she took the train back to come n get me....... i felt so bad.... i knew somethin bad wouldda happened n i dint say nuthin.... i lost my wife as a result... in tears, i went to the doctor who had even worser news... he told me muh boy had head groiters......in a coniption, i ran outside the hospital and screamed at the heavans..... i lost muh wife..... and my son a few days later to the groiters.....
Now... im here... at their grave... reminessin the horrible past o mine.... i left them my note to Sue Ann... and the newspaper i wrote with their obituaries in it..... as it turns out, the most intristin thing that dun happened in Buckinshuffle turned out to be the thing i never hoped id see.....
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