Salinye

*hangs ring of garlic around her neck and adds holy water and crosses to her bag of freshly cut stakes. Makes the sign of the cross at Psimon* "Back Demon!" Again, you captured a rare subject quite eloquently. ~Salinye

OH I really like this a lot! Your rhyme and rhythm are impeccable in this one. I also LOVE the message. GREAT message! Thanks a million for sharing!! ~Salinye

You know, this one really sucks Psimon! Why don't you start pumping out some QUALITY writing, eh? PPPP OFCOURSE, wonderful as always. How do you do the quantity WITH quality thing? I'm boggled! ~Salinye

Well, Yui. Being a newbie to poetry Format I can only tell you my thoughts behind this particular poem. I wanted it to be abstract. Luring your mind into thinking one thing and then twisting the image at the very end. Therefor I wrote it in a way that I hoped would keep readers guessing. :0) The only line that I very specifically formed was Right there I was trying to visually paint the ankle. That line is meant to mislead the most and yet it is a bit of a clue that perhaps the poem is indeed about new boots! lol I wrote this as a first attempt at abstract imagery and specifically broke the sentences up in unorthodox ways in hopes that the imagery would speak for itself without rhyme or specific rhythm. I find when I read it I have a very specific rhythm, but perhaps it's different for another reader? It's my hope that the words would flow down from your lips like the zipper flows down the boot! I suppose my main goal was to isolate the imagery as much as possible. The only thing I have thought I might like to change (I'll probably move it down to the workshop to do so) is that I thought of forming the poem so it actually is roughly the shape of a calf going down the the ankle then top of the foot. It's very close to that anyway, and I think it would be a creative and relatively easy change. :0) What do you think? Anyway, thank you for the comments and questions. I'm sorry I don't have a more educated and professional answer, Yui. I'm still writing from my heart and creative thoughts and still learning the fine art of form and technique. :0) ~Salinye

ROFL *puts on her tin foil hat* Great, as always! ~Salinye

LOL Go Alaeha!!! ~Salinye

Well, as the hopeless romantic that I forever am I can tell you I LOVE this peice. LOVE this piece. (I'll warn you in advance, it's late and there are bound to be a gazillion typos and spelling errors, but I"m too tired and lazy to correct them lol) This is truly beautiful. I echo Justin's thoughts of you taking something that could be cliche and making it new and beautiful as if the concept of mourning a love lost was something new. Thank you so much for gracing us with this lovely writing. ~Salinye

Salinye blinked the last of the sleep from her eyes at the ghostly man before her speaking unexpected words. "For services rendered to our beloved Pen and to our beloved craft, you are hereby promoted to the rank of Page." He said leaning forward a bit to touch their shoulders. "May your inkwells never run dry." The wizardess simply stood blinking again trying to absorb what was taking place. Slowly a goofy grin began to grow upon her delicate elven features. It was Wrenwind who saved her from further embarrassment by taking her arm and pulling her up to stand next to the Lord of the Pen. (Which is not entirely different from Lord of the Dance, but that's another story entirely.) Standing with the other initiates turned page she regained some of her senses as Tamaranis was called forth to be named a quillbearer then he too settled in place beside her. "Smooth Sali, smooth." He whispered poking fun at her frazzled response. "Shut it, Tamned." She whispered back in good humor. All joking stopped as Yui-Chan was called to stand before them and ordained an Elder. Salinye could not think of a more deserving person to recieve such an honor. It was all she could do to contain her excitement at having the honor to stand among such talent. Her goofy grin returned. OOC: Wow...this is...unexpected. I am quite honored to be called up with such amazing talents as Wrenwind, Alysha, Damon, Tam and Yui. What a privilege. *quickly rubs shoulders with them all hoping their talent will rub off on her.* "No no, don't run, I'm just trying to absorb your talent....I swear!"

Welcome Matteo! Always nice to see old new faces. I'm no one of authority, but it's my guess that once a quill bearer always a quill bearer, BUT I could be drastically wrong. *smiles* I hope to see some of your works soon!! ~Salinye

Bah, pick anything you like, Kas. :0) Roll a die, we trust you! We'd love to see what you'de create! ~Salinye

Happy birthday oh brilliant one! ~Salinye

*laughs long and hard* Thanks Finnius, dear. I can't wait to hear it next time. :0) BTW, I can be bribed for pics from the radio station web cam. /snicker ~Salinye

LOL Zool you got it too easy! YOurs almost makes the story all on itsown!! PPP ~Salinye

All you naughty minded people!! It was just a poem about a boot!! Oh, and Peredhil, I prefer Tricksy Vixen to tricksy Whench thx. *snickers and runs away* Thanks for all the nice comments!! ~Salinye

This is for your completed works from the story exercise listed in this forum. :0) Can't wait to read them all!!! ~Salinye

The time has come!!! Now there are very few rules for this exercise. You must use the three sentences in your work, no particular order is necesary. :0) Have fun and I can't wait to read what you create!! I tried to leave everything remotely ambiguous so that you could write within whichever time period/genre that you wished to. If there is an underline I left blank it is because I didn't want to name a character for you. :0) I'll start a new thread for your completed works. :0) Here they are (Written in advance of the post): 1. Sighing relieved, she thinks, "That must NEVER happen again." 2. The sweet sounds of nature hummed all around the forest as though harmonizing with his thoughts. 3. The two blades attacked and parried rhythmically while not one drop of blood had yet dropped to the pristine marble floor. 4. ______ shuddered hearing the eerie distant howl of a wolf and pulled her blanket tightly around her. 5. Grumbling he dislodged his axe from the back of the now limp form of the creature. 6. "Here, cookies can get you anything." 7. Twirling round and round each graceful movement it's own work of art, she danced until the pain washed away leaving each fluid movement as the only thoughts of her mind. 8. ________ looked up from his crouched position with an insane look in his eye, coolly replying, "You will not win." 9. ________ ducked with a grin watching the shoe barely miss his head while thinking, "a feisty woman with good aim...Could be worse." 10. ...and thus a new proclamation was posted in the Cabaret the next day stating in bold black letters: ALL Pen initiates, members and especially Elders, MUST remember that failure to remain fully clothed when outside your personal quarters CAN be detrimental to your health.

(Yes, I did not know what Acrostic meant until Alaeha wrote Despair, but that's beside the point entirely!! PP) Mother dear, you amazing Spirit, Only you could have raised me to be The person I am. It is with merit How you’ve been an example to me. Every observer can see your love is pure, Real, unconditional as solid as cement. So few things in life are this sure. Let me take this moment to lament. Of all the times I didn’t make you see, Vow to you how much you’ve meant. Entwined in my soul you’ll forever be.

Very nice. :0) I like the format. ABCB DEFE HIJI Etc. :0) I'll have to try that some time. :0) Thanks for sharing!! Can't wait to read more of your writing!! ~Salinye

*is now scared of Psimon. How could he capture that so well unless HE WAS TRULY A VAMPIRE????* *starts gathering a bag of stakes and holy water.* ~Salinye

YAY! Happy Happy Birthday, all four of you!!! ~Salinye

Yay! YOu posted your wonderful idea!! *walks off considering who she knows well enough to write about* ~Salinye

Well, Alaeha if your poetry is any indication of the person you are, then I'd say you're quite beautiful! Now as for the sanity part....I'll clue you in. *looks around leaning in to whisper* I'm not really sure ANYONE here at The Pen can claim Sanity, so you're in good company! ~Salinye

Dedicated to the many talents at The Pen... Writers Block In dismay and silent shock, my mind does tease and taunt. For me to simply unlock the words that it does flaunt. Within the prison of my head unleashed and free they want. Plots and poems stop dead within their creative tracks. This heavy burdon I wish to shed, lest the muse slips through the cracks. If I could get my quill to talk and pick up some of the slack. Free the thoughts that torment and mock this slave of creative writ. Well, that would simply ROCK! **edit** just noticed a rogue line was here at the bottom lol! Hmmmm wonder how I missed that before! (Not sure how that turned out, but I gave it a shot. :0))

Security is like Uncle Dan's ranch dressing (Aka the White ketchup, it goes on everything) Everything just tastes a bit better with Uncle Dan's. Veggies, pizza, chicken (Finances=financial security) (Emotions=Emotional Security) (Physically=Physical Security) ~Salinye

Okay, here is how this exercise will work. I have created ten sentences. Numbered 1 through 10. You have until This Sunday (May 11th) to post your choice of three of those numbers. Then sometime Sunday evening I will post the list of the ten unassociated sentences. The writing exercise is then to write a short story/essay incorporating those three sentences into it as if it is naturally part of the flow of the story. As if you would have used them in your story whether you had to or not. :0) Now, I'd like to do this writing exercise too, but want to be fair, so I'll ask the all mighty Gyrfalcon if he would kindly choose three numbers for me. :0) Thanks, this should be fun, I can't wait to see what stories spring up! ~Salinye The timer starts........NOW! *grins* (It's not like you can't join in later, but would be more fun spontaneously getting three sentences instead of picking three sentences from the list. Forces more creative writing. :0))