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Post by tenbsmith on Oct 23, 2016 15:00:55 GMT -5
Mountain bike riders
Fall gives the sliders
Surfing the leaves and duff
The stops and the turns
Are different they learn
With trails covered in fluff
This popped into my head while riding today. I'm open to editorial suggestions.
Bonus points if you can identify the nursery rhyme whose meter(?) it matches.
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Post by tenbsmith on Oct 23, 2016 15:06:18 GMT -5
En1gma, how do i find your book on amazon, i'm finaly near the end of Blue Mars. I still haven't finished that proposal i mentioned previously. kept getting distracted by other important tasks, but there was a bit of procrastination in there too. Got called on the carpet for being too slow with it on Friday, which felt bad. I take some responsibility for being slow, did so during my appearance on the carpet. On the other hand, writing that has been particularly difficult because of the large group of collaborators with varying views on what it should contain. I'm a bit frustrated at the moment. My plan is to get the majority of collaborators to agree on an approach early next week. If I can that to happen and the produce a well written and reasoned proposal by the end of the week, I should still look good.
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Post by resistor on Oct 23, 2016 19:45:45 GMT -5
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Post by En1gma on Oct 23, 2016 20:02:25 GMT -5
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Post by Joseph on Oct 24, 2016 13:59:02 GMT -5
En1gma, have you ever heard about the Mistborn series? Look it up and write your opinion here.
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Post by Officer Genious on Oct 30, 2016 22:38:58 GMT -5
En1gma, have you ever heard about the Mistborn series? Look it up and write your opinion here. I read the series. I really liked it, one of my faves. |
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Post by Officer Genious on Nov 8, 2016 21:24:22 GMT -5
Just reminding everyone to take it one paragraph at a time!
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Post by wascalwywabbit on Nov 9, 2016 2:38:14 GMT -5
Just reminding everyone to take it one paragraph at a time! Sound life advice.  |
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Post by resistor on Nov 16, 2016 23:54:12 GMT -5
Writing Challenge!! I was on Seventh Sanctum yet again, looking through their Writing Prompt generator, and I liked this one in particular. Not to use for myself, mind you, but it was interesting nonetheless. Come up with an explanation or backstory for the following:
The mountain is the bane of my existence.
What happened on the mountain? Tragedy? A failure of some sort? How did it come to be the bane of someones entire existence?... Here's my attempt for the challenge. Feel free to criticize 
The mountain, the bane of my existence, is stained red with the sins of my folly. A narrow path was the only entrance to the high walls of the Enemy's mountain fortress, we camped in front of it for months. I intended to starve them out, but they were somehow able to replenish their food supplies. When I realized starving them out wasn't possible, I gave the order to attack. We outnumbered the enemy two-to-one, and we had superior armor, weapons, and training. In my delirious thirst for victory, I had thought that would be enough, but we didn't even reach the inner walls. I can still see them in my mind, my friends and comrades, being run through by arrows and spears. I don't deserve to be among the few who have made it out alive, and so I have determined the crimson mountain will know one more stain. |
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Post by tenbsmith on Nov 22, 2016 12:57:42 GMT -5
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Post by Zer0Winds on Nov 28, 2016 17:19:32 GMT -5
The mountain is the bane of my existence. When I look at it now, I still see the smoke. The dead. The faces of those who looked to me, and those who starved. I still remember those who gave up, those who turned on each other. If our engineer wasn't a traitor, if he hadn't of sabotaged the engines, and caused the airship to crash... they would still live. I wouldn't be haunted by it. I still remember the days... with an unusual clarity.
I remember the alarm, the panic, and the crash. Those who died on impact, those who were crushed by debris, those caught in the explosion... we who survived, were faced with harsh terrain... our training had prepared us for land exploration, and survival... but there was nothing. Nothing alive. It was uninhabitable. No civilization in sight. We starved, our rations destroyed... Some turned to cannibalism. It was a nightmare. We were a hundred. After the crash we were thirty. Those who survived and got to civilization... Were five. Suicide, death, murder, it was a nightmare that plaques me even now. When I sleep, I remember those days, I can't ever escape the endless nightmares.
That mountain...
It's the bane of my existence. And the souls of those who died.
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Post by En1gma on Nov 28, 2016 19:49:56 GMT -5
En1gma , have you ever heard about the Mistborn series? Look it up and write your opinion here. Looks interesting! I haven't read much of his work, but he looks like he'd be up my alley for sure. |
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Post by grävling on Nov 28, 2016 21:21:05 GMT -5
How about the Chaos Theorist? Someone who is able to see every consequence of any particular decision. Granted this would be a maddening condition, so perhaps they lock themselves away in solitude, refusing to speak to anyone. It would take a fortune to get him to speak, even more to ask his advice, and once spurned into action could turn the tide of war, prevent a disaster, save the entire world. Or if wronged, bring it to its knees. Sounds like The Cthaeh from Patrick Rothfuss' The Name of the Wind |
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Post by En1gma on Nov 28, 2016 21:49:19 GMT -5
I haven't read it, but nothing's new under the sun I suppose... Cool idea at any rate |
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Post by grävling on Nov 29, 2016 7:30:42 GMT -5
I haven't read it, but nothing's new under the sun I suppose... Cool idea at any rate Oh, you want to read Rothfuss. Just for the fun. And then you will get the ironic twist to my comment ... |
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