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By *aked Angel OP   Man
over a year ago

Hampshire / Surrey

Is anyone of you who likes writing?

Poems, tales or novels?

Let's share...

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Take me use me

My doors are open

Rip my heart away

Squeeze it

And it will tear light

One only it's the key

Please find it

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By *rumpyMcFuckNuggetMan
over a year ago

Den of Iniquity

I may know someone on here who is rather adept at the old writing lark ??

She may pop her head in and regail us with her wordistry

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

There's a few of us on here Not sure I'm brave enough to share though, I'll have a think.

Nice words OP

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By *otSoPoshWoman
over a year ago

In a ball gown because that's how we roll in N. Devon


"I may know someone on here who is rather adept at the old writing lark ??

She may pop her head in and regail us with her wordistry "

She had better not. She's too good at it and I can't take it today.

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By *ocusMan
over a year ago

Cambridge

I’m currently working on scripts for a 5 season sci-fi podcast drama.

Now I’m writing again I’m going to dust off some of my erotica, tighten it up a bit and get it on the stories section.

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By *rumpyMcFuckNuggetMan
over a year ago

Den of Iniquity


"I may know someone on here who is rather adept at the old writing lark ??

She may pop her head in and regail us with her wordistry

She had better not. She's too good at it and I can't take it today. "

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By *aked Angel OP   Man
over a year ago

Hampshire / Surrey


"There's a few of us on here Not sure I'm brave enough to share though, I'll have a think.

Nice words OP "

Thanks i would have replied you but I am 2 months above your age range!

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Words

Don't come easy to me

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By *otSoPoshWoman
over a year ago

In a ball gown because that's how we roll in N. Devon


"I may know someone on here who is rather adept at the old writing lark ??

She may pop her head in and regail us with her wordistry

She had better not. She's too good at it and I can't take it today.

"

So hoping she doesn't see this.

She's the only writer on here that's had me in that state....

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Okay, I got brave (I may regret this) Here's a recent one of mine.

Monsters hiding in plain sight, they paint on a smile and offer a warm hug while underneath they are plotting your downfall.

The best way to squash you until there is nothing left to fight, chipping away at bits all the time. Little pieces so small they aren't even noticeable at first but eventually the hole gets too big and bigger pieces start to break. By then it's too late, they've achieved their goal and damaged a good person for their own gratification.

I'm scared of the monsters under my bed….

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By *otSoPoshWoman
over a year ago

In a ball gown because that's how we roll in N. Devon


"Okay, I got brave (I may regret this) Here's a recent one of mine.

Monsters hiding in plain sight, they paint on a smile and offer a warm hug while underneath they are plotting your downfall.

The best way to squash you until there is nothing left to fight, chipping away at bits all the time. Little pieces so small they aren't even noticeable at first but eventually the hole gets too big and bigger pieces start to break. By then it's too late, they've achieved their goal and damaged a good person for their own gratification.

I'm scared of the monsters under my bed….

"

Nothing to regret wifey. And so proud of you for being brave!

That's a stunning bit of writing

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"Okay, I got brave (I may regret this) Here's a recent one of mine.

Monsters hiding in plain sight, they paint on a smile and offer a warm hug while underneath they are plotting your downfall.

The best way to squash you until there is nothing left to fight, chipping away at bits all the time. Little pieces so small they aren't even noticeable at first but eventually the hole gets too big and bigger pieces start to break. By then it's too late, they've achieved their goal and damaged a good person for their own gratification.

I'm scared of the monsters under my bed….

Nothing to regret wifey. And so proud of you for being brave!

That's a stunning bit of writing "

Love you

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By *dwalu2Couple
over a year ago

Bristol

The story of our first FFM through Fab is in the Stories and Fantasies section here, there’s a link to it at the foot of our profile. Any and all criticism welcomed!

We put it on Literotica too and it’s been well received there, it was on an average rating of 4.5 out of 5 last time we looked.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Thinking of you ...

Slipping down the glass

A raindrop

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

When I'm in the mood I'll post a poem on this place,

But unless it's something rude it disappears without a trace.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Been known to write poems now and again, and some short stories.

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By *aked Angel OP   Man
over a year ago

Hampshire / Surrey


"Okay, I got brave (I may regret this) Here's a recent one of mine.

Monsters hiding in plain sight, they paint on a smile and offer a warm hug while underneath they are plotting your downfall.

The best way to squash you until there is nothing left to fight, chipping away at bits all the time. Little pieces so small they aren't even noticeable at first but eventually the hole gets too big and bigger pieces start to break. By then it's too late, they've achieved their goal and damaged a good person for their own gratification.

I'm scared of the monsters under my bed….

"

Wonderful lines

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By *ildbillkidMan
over a year ago

where the road goes on forever

I've got the title for a short story or a huge multi volume ," lust in the time of the plague"

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By *naswingdressWoman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)


"I may know someone on here who is rather adept at the old writing lark ??

She may pop her head in and regail us with her wordistry

She had better not. She's too good at it and I can't take it today.

So hoping she doesn't see this.

She's the only writer on here that's had me in that state.... "

I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

The roads are empty now your gone, the roads we rode when we had fun.

Like bullets firing from a gun, Dad in front and then you son, two sports bikes screamed in harmony... I miss you boy do you miss me?

Next to the nurse I held you first and who could tell that you'd feel so cursed, in 27 years 2 months 5 days you'd take your life and leave always your Dad to ride our roads so lonely at every bend wishing if only I'd see you in those mirrors of mine, looking so good and you feeling fine...

On sunny days I look for you in sky's like your eyes oh so blue, I dream you on your heavenly bike and if thats true ride son fast as you like. Dad taught you how to ride so fast the angels will always be last, have fun now yes Dad loves you too, next time we ride I'll follow you...

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I'm really not a poet,

Because my words just come out wrong.

I'm no good as a lyricist,

Because I cannot write the song,

That tells you how you make me feel,

Every morning when I awake,

And when I'm far away without your tender touch,

How it makes my body ache.

To be lying naked next to you,

To caress your lips with mine,

Stroking your body with a teasing touch,

It would simply be divine.

And as you gasp to catch your breath,

I'll hold you tightly in my grasp,

And whisper how much I want you,

Then fuck you up the arse.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Dont be daft dont be silly wear a condom on your willy - Gatsby

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I have contributed in the appropriate forum but too few read them. I have recently begun a six month sabbatical to finish a (non naughty) novel I've been working on.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"The roads are empty now your gone, the roads we rode when we had fun.

Like bullets firing from a gun, Dad in front and then you son, two sports bikes screamed in harmony... I miss you boy do you miss me?

Next to the nurse I held you first and who could tell that you'd feel so cursed, in 27 years 2 months 5 days you'd take your life and leave always your Dad to ride our roads so lonely at every bend wishing if only I'd see you in those mirrors of mine, looking so good and you feeling fine...

On sunny days I look for you in sky's like your eyes oh so blue, I dream you on your heavenly bike and if thats true ride son fast as you like. Dad taught you how to ride so fast the angels will always be last, have fun now yes Dad loves you too, next time we ride I'll follow you...

"

Yeah. Definitely got something in my eye

Jx

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Nice work op

I started a story recently in the 'Fantasies and Stories' that I mean to finish, other than that I do like a good rhyme

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By *edeWoman
over a year ago

the abyss


"The roads are empty now your gone, the roads we rode when we had fun.

Like bullets firing from a gun, Dad in front and then you son, two sports bikes screamed in harmony... I miss you boy do you miss me?

Next to the nurse I held you first and who could tell that you'd feel so cursed, in 27 years 2 months 5 days you'd take your life and leave always your Dad to ride our roads so lonely at every bend wishing if only I'd see you in those mirrors of mine, looking so good and you feeling fine...

On sunny days I look for you in sky's like your eyes oh so blue, I dream you on your heavenly bike and if thats true ride son fast as you like. Dad taught you how to ride so fast the angels will always be last, have fun now yes Dad loves you too, next time we ride I'll follow you...

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By *dwalu2Couple
over a year ago

Bristol


"The roads are empty now your gone, the roads we rode when we had fun.

Like bullets firing from a gun, Dad in front and then you son, two sports bikes screamed in harmony... I miss you boy do you miss me?

Next to the nurse I held you first and who could tell that you'd feel so cursed, in 27 years 2 months 5 days you'd take your life and leave always your Dad to ride our roads so lonely at every bend wishing if only I'd see you in those mirrors of mine, looking so good and you feeling fine...

On sunny days I look for you in sky's like your eyes oh so blue, I dream you on your heavenly bike and if thats true ride son fast as you like. Dad taught you how to ride so fast the angels will always be last, have fun now yes Dad loves you too, next time we ride I'll follow you...

"

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By *ocusMan
over a year ago

Cambridge


"The roads are empty now your gone, the roads we rode when we had fun.

Like bullets firing from a gun, Dad in front and then you son, two sports bikes screamed in harmony... I miss you boy do you miss me?

Next to the nurse I held you first and who could tell that you'd feel so cursed, in 27 years 2 months 5 days you'd take your life and leave always your Dad to ride our roads so lonely at every bend wishing if only I'd see you in those mirrors of mine, looking so good and you feeling fine...

On sunny days I look for you in sky's like your eyes oh so blue, I dream you on your heavenly bike and if thats true ride son fast as you like. Dad taught you how to ride so fast the angels will always be last, have fun now yes Dad loves you too, next time we ride I'll follow you...

"

Powerful and moving.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

A crimson Autumn sunset sinks slowly,

Casting shadows down the Appenine vales.

My mind wanders to thoughts of you only,

As I remember one of our tales,

Of passion and love, now embers,

Of what they used to be.

Those moments, my mind still remembers,

Sweet couplings for you and me.

Our bodies entwined in sated exhaustion,

From hours of sensual delight,

Now distant tinges of frustration,

Why couldn’t I make it right.

Your beauty still frequently haunts me,

Though our love like the day faded to night,

The darkness of being so lonely,

I long for one hour in your light.

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By *oxychicWoman
over a year ago

Nottinghamshire


"The roads are empty now your gone, the roads we rode when we had fun.

Like bullets firing from a gun, Dad in front and then you son, two sports bikes screamed in harmony... I miss you boy do you miss me?

Next to the nurse I held you first and who could tell that you'd feel so cursed, in 27 years 2 months 5 days you'd take your life and leave always your Dad to ride our roads so lonely at every bend wishing if only I'd see you in those mirrors of mine, looking so good and you feeling fine...

On sunny days I look for you in sky's like your eyes oh so blue, I dream you on your heavenly bike and if thats true ride son fast as you like. Dad taught you how to ride so fast the angels will always be last, have fun now yes Dad loves you too, next time we ride I'll follow you...

"
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I gave you my heart to keep with you so you would alway feel my love.

I held you tight and kept you safe like you were the fingers to my glove.

We laughed and kissed and you never missed a chance to make me smile.

Over your tender kiss I reminiss, I still feel your lips on mine.

Just the way you talked so sweetly, you had my heart and mind completely.

But then you had to go and cheat me, when you went behind my back discreetly.

You said that you would never lie and that you'd had enough of cheaters.

That we were a team above it all, we didn't have to be world beaters.

Then one night I come back home to find you playing with another.

To my surprise and disappointment I could see it was your brother.

That was the last I saw of you and dam I miss your booty.

But more importantly I've still to find a new partner for Call Of Duty

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By *otSoPoshWoman
over a year ago

In a ball gown because that's how we roll in N. Devon


"The roads are empty now your gone, the roads we rode when we had fun.

Like bullets firing from a gun, Dad in front and then you son, two sports bikes screamed in harmony... I miss you boy do you miss me?

Next to the nurse I held you first and who could tell that you'd feel so cursed, in 27 years 2 months 5 days you'd take your life and leave always your Dad to ride our roads so lonely at every bend wishing if only I'd see you in those mirrors of mine, looking so good and you feeling fine...

On sunny days I look for you in sky's like your eyes oh so blue, I dream you on your heavenly bike and if thats true ride son fast as you like. Dad taught you how to ride so fast the angels will always be last, have fun now yes Dad loves you too, next time we ride I'll follow you...

"

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By *otSoPoshWoman
over a year ago

In a ball gown because that's how we roll in N. Devon


"A crimson Autumn sunset sinks slowly,

Casting shadows down the Appenine vales.

My mind wanders to thoughts of you only,

As I remember one of our tales,

Of passion and love, now embers,

Of what they used to be.

Those moments, my mind still remembers,

Sweet couplings for you and me.

Our bodies entwined in sated exhaustion,

From hours of sensual delight,

Now distant tinges of frustration,

Why couldn’t I make it right.

Your beauty still frequently haunts me,

Though our love like the day faded to night,

The darkness of being so lonely,

I long for one hour in your light."

Lovely Doc

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By *otSoPoshWoman
over a year ago

In a ball gown because that's how we roll in N. Devon


"I'm really not a poet,

Because my words just come out wrong.

I'm no good as a lyricist,

Because I cannot write the song,

That tells you how you make me feel,

Every morning when I awake,

And when I'm far away without your tender touch,

How it makes my body ache.

To be lying naked next to you,

To caress your lips with mine,

Stroking your body with a teasing touch,

It would simply be divine.

And as you gasp to catch your breath,

I'll hold you tightly in my grasp,

And whisper how much I want you,

Then fuck you up the arse."

Weirdly a turn on...

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By *otSoPoshWoman
over a year ago

In a ball gown because that's how we roll in N. Devon


"I gave you my heart to keep with you so you would alway feel my love.

I held you tight and kept you safe like you were the fingers to my glove.

We laughed and kissed and you never missed a chance to make me smile.

Over your tender kiss I reminiss, I still feel your lips on mine.

Just the way you talked so sweetly, you had my heart and mind completely.

But then you had to go and cheat me, when you went behind my back discreetly.

You said that you would never lie and that you'd had enough of cheaters.

That we were a team above it all, we didn't have to be world beaters.

Then one night I come back home to find you playing with another.

To my surprise and disappointment I could see it was your brother.

That was the last I saw of you and dam I miss your booty.

But more importantly I've still to find a new partner for Call Of Duty "

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"A crimson Autumn sunset sinks slowly,

Casting shadows down the Appenine vales.

My mind wanders to thoughts of you only,

As I remember one of our tales,

Of passion and love, now embers,

Of what they used to be.

Those moments, my mind still remembers,

Sweet couplings for you and me.

Our bodies entwined in sated exhaustion,

From hours of sensual delight,

Now distant tinges of frustration,

Why couldn’t I make it right.

Your beauty still frequently haunts me,

Though our love like the day faded to night,

The darkness of being so lonely,

I long for one hour in your light.

Lovely Doc"
Thanks NSP

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"The roads are empty now your gone, the roads we rode when we had fun.

Like bullets firing from a gun, Dad in front and then you son, two sports bikes screamed in harmony... I miss you boy do you miss me?

Next to the nurse I held you first and who could tell that you'd feel so cursed, in 27 years 2 months 5 days you'd take your life and leave always your Dad to ride our roads so lonely at every bend wishing if only I'd see you in those mirrors of mine, looking so good and you feeling fine...

On sunny days I look for you in sky's like your eyes oh so blue, I dream you on your heavenly bike and if thats true ride son fast as you like. Dad taught you how to ride so fast the angels will always be last, have fun now yes Dad loves you too, next time we ride I'll follow you...

"

Beautiful

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By *hav02Man
over a year ago

Glasgow/London

I've posted my lyrical talents over the years to my 'book of faces'.

While they're quite personal and based on my past experiences & relationships, most people just see the shock. Maybe I'll post a snippet here if there's genuine interest..........

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Wary what we write

Always Honest and concise

Welcome to Fab life

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Nothing spreads as fast

But will rarely ever last

Laughter love and Joy.

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By *naswingdressWoman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)

I don't do it for adulation, but for my own inner processes, but I've got a few stories here, some I need to return to. Just a hobby, but good for the soul.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I always write,poems,short stories,kids stuff,love it,but apart from reading to kids,there friends where they where little,and grandkids I just write for me

It keeps me level. Headed and sane, especially in today's way of living

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By *naswingdressWoman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)


"I always write,poems,short stories,kids stuff,love it,but apart from reading to kids,there friends where they where little,and grandkids I just write for me

It keeps me level. Headed and sane, especially in today's way of living"

It's such a wonderful thing to do for yourself

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"I always write,poems,short stories,kids stuff,love it,but apart from reading to kids,there friends where they where little,and grandkids I just write for me

It keeps me level. Headed and sane, especially in today's way of living

It's such a wonderful thing to do for yourself"

Well I think so to,it keeps the mind active to

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By *naswingdressWoman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)


"I always write,poems,short stories,kids stuff,love it,but apart from reading to kids,there friends where they where little,and grandkids I just write for me

It keeps me level. Headed and sane, especially in today's way of living

It's such a wonderful thing to do for yourself

Well I think so to,it keeps the mind active to "

Yes. It's challenging in many ways. An underrated skill.

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By *aked Angel OP   Man
over a year ago

Hampshire / Surrey

Salty slaps

Wolf scratches

I suck your nipples

Only to be a baby again

Say something which

Does not mean anything

I just wanted to dive in you

Swim inside there

The machine is oiled

Come on pull the handle

And everything will collapse on our heads

A scream for help does not count

Nobody would hear it

Rather than

Two hearts in one chest

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By *naswingdressWoman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)

Let's see... (off the cuff, not connected to anything else I'm writing - not ideal)

Her grazed hands stung as she pushed herself off the floor. Her burning face evaporating her tears, fury and shame coursing through her like poison.

She spat the mud from her mouth. Dusting herself off a bit too hard. Everything ached.

She narrowed her eyes, the pale blue more fire than ice.

It was, of course, as it had always been. Just another day.

She was not made for this - she would rather be anything else - but she had been melted down and forged through circumstances.

She took a second to acknowledge her pain, to feel a little self pity. Then threw herself straight back into the fray.

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By *rumpyMcFuckNuggetMan
over a year ago

Den of Iniquity


"Let's see... (off the cuff, not connected to anything else I'm writing - not ideal)

Her grazed hands stung as she pushed herself off the floor. Her burning face evaporating her tears, fury and shame coursing through her like poison.

She spat the mud from her mouth. Dusting herself off a bit too hard. Everything ached.

She narrowed her eyes, the pale blue more fire than ice.

It was, of course, as it had always been. Just another day.

She was not made for this - she would rather be anything else - but she had been melted down and forged through circumstances.

She took a second to acknowledge her pain, to feel a little self pity. Then threw herself straight back into the fray."

Once more into the Fray x

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By *naswingdressWoman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)


"Let's see... (off the cuff, not connected to anything else I'm writing - not ideal)

Her grazed hands stung as she pushed herself off the floor. Her burning face evaporating her tears, fury and shame coursing through her like poison.

She spat the mud from her mouth. Dusting herself off a bit too hard. Everything ached.

She narrowed her eyes, the pale blue more fire than ice.

It was, of course, as it had always been. Just another day.

She was not made for this - she would rather be anything else - but she had been melted down and forged through circumstances.

She took a second to acknowledge her pain, to feel a little self pity. Then threw herself straight back into the fray.

Once more into the Fray x"

Fortunately my vivid imagination

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I froze an icicle with your tears

And stabbed it in my cock forever...

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"Okay, I got brave (I may regret this) Here's a recent one of mine.

Monsters hiding in plain sight, they paint on a smile and offer a warm hug while underneath they are plotting your downfall.

The best way to squash you until there is nothing left to fight, chipping away at bits all the time. Little pieces so small they aren't even noticeable at first but eventually the hole gets too big and bigger pieces start to break. By then it's too late, they've achieved their goal and damaged a good person for their own gratification.

I'm scared of the monsters under my bed….

"

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By *stbury DavenportMan
over a year ago

Nottingham

Writing is my principal hobby, but I don't like to share. It's purely something I do for my own amusement. Audience not required.

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By *naswingdressWoman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)


"Writing is my principal hobby, but I don't like to share. It's purely something I do for my own amusement. Audience not required.

"

I write for myself too, but there's something magical about forming concepts in your brain and seeing how they land in the minds of others. The reader-writer dyad I suppose.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"there's something magical about forming concepts in your brain and seeing how they land in the minds of others. The reader-writer dyad I suppose."

Thanks you've introduced me to a new word!

Dyad. Like a triad but with two

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By *naswingdressWoman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)


"there's something magical about forming concepts in your brain and seeing how they land in the minds of others. The reader-writer dyad I suppose.

Thanks you've introduced me to a new word!

Dyad. Like a triad but with two "

You're welcome. It's not always a dyad, of course, but that's obviously the classical notion. How can I prod something in you to create a reaction?

Looking at it in terms of semiotics, the classical Saussurean signifier/ signified, is much more interesting and complicated.

It's rarely that deep for me, I just try to conjure images at an appropriate depth with a light enough touch. But I'm very much aware of the shifting dynamic in various iterations of imagining and creating.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"

Looking at it in terms of semiotics, the classical Saussurean signifier/ signified, is much more interesting and complicated."

Wow now you've got me really needing a dictionary - or maybe an education

I like the idea of a shifting dynamic in various iterations of imagining and creating. It's something I do a lot in my job and I like to reflect on this process.

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By *naswingdressWoman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)


"

Looking at it in terms of semiotics, the classical Saussurean signifier/ signified, is much more interesting and complicated.

Wow now you've got me really needing a dictionary - or maybe an education

I like the idea of a shifting dynamic in various iterations of imagining and creating. It's something I do a lot in my job and I like to reflect on this process. "

Look up signifier/signified, Saussure, the Platonic ideal.

Basically there's (ish) an "ideal" object. Say a cat. The perfect cat from which all other examples of cats derive their "cat"ness. Then there's the cat I imagine in my mind, which isn't the ideal cat. How does it relate to the ideal cat?

And how do I conjure an image of a cat, and how does my work translate into your head?

How are these cats related and why?

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"Basically there's (ish) an "ideal" object. Say a cat. The perfect cat from which all other examples of cats derive their "cat"ness. Then there's the cat I imagine in my mind, which isn't the ideal cat. How does it relate to the ideal cat?

And how do I conjure an image of a cat, and how does my work translate into your head?

How are these cats related and why?"

Ah so it's the age old problem of the relation between universals and particulars! I guess Saussure addresses it in the context of language.

I follow phenomenologists such as Heidegger and Merleau-Ponty, who argue against a representationalist view of reality (such as Descartes') which posits a radical distinction between the mind and the world.

Reality does not consist of things "out there" and thoughts "in here", and the problem of how they interact is a psuedo-problem resting on the mistaken assumption that mind and world are ultimately different kinds of things.

Rather than separate them, I like the idea that mind and world are one and the same thing. One simply begets the other!

To put it this way, the "catness" of the cat as represented by us humans is something that belongs to the cat as much as it belongs to our thoughts about it. In fact, the cat is only a cat insofar as it belongs to our representational world. That's not to say that cats don't exist outside of our heads, but it is to say that our heads do not exist outside of cats!

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over a year ago


"I froze an icicle with your tears

And stabbed it in my cock forever..."

Wow! There's an image!

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By *naswingdressWoman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)


"Basically there's (ish) an "ideal" object. Say a cat. The perfect cat from which all other examples of cats derive their "cat"ness. Then there's the cat I imagine in my mind, which isn't the ideal cat. How does it relate to the ideal cat?

And how do I conjure an image of a cat, and how does my work translate into your head?

How are these cats related and why?

Ah so it's the age old problem of the relation between universals and particulars! I guess Saussure addresses it in the context of language.

I follow phenomenologists such as Heidegger and Merleau-Ponty, who argue against a representationalist view of reality (such as Descartes') which posits a radical distinction between the mind and the world.

Reality does not consist of things "out there" and thoughts "in here", and the problem of how they interact is a psuedo-problem resting on the mistaken assumption that mind and world are ultimately different kinds of things.

Rather than separate them, I like the idea that mind and world are one and the same thing. One simply begets the other!

To put it this way, the "catness" of the cat as represented by us humans is something that belongs to the cat as much as it belongs to our thoughts about it. In fact, the cat is only a cat insofar as it belongs to our representational world. That's not to say that cats don't exist outside of our heads, but it is to say that our heads do not exist outside of cats! "

This sort of thing, yes. And what's catness, what's my cat, and is the cat I describe conveyed to you as my cat, your cat, or something else. Where's reality? (does reality exist? lol)

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over a year ago


"Basically there's (ish) an "ideal" object. Say a cat. The perfect cat from which all other examples of cats derive their "cat"ness. Then there's the cat I imagine in my mind, which isn't the ideal cat. How does it relate to the ideal cat?

And how do I conjure an image of a cat, and how does my work translate into your head?

How are these cats related and why?

Ah so it's the age old problem of the relation between universals and particulars! I guess Saussure addresses it in the context of language.

I follow phenomenologists such as Heidegger and Merleau-Ponty, who argue against a representationalist view of reality (such as Descartes') which posits a radical distinction between the mind and the world.

Reality does not consist of things "out there" and thoughts "in here", and the problem of how they interact is a psuedo-problem resting on the mistaken assumption that mind and world are ultimately different kinds of things.

Rather than separate them, I like the idea that mind and world are one and the same thing. One simply begets the other!

To put it this way, the "catness" of the cat as represented by us humans is something that belongs to the cat as much as it belongs to our thoughts about it. In fact, the cat is only a cat insofar as it belongs to our representational world. That's not to say that cats don't exist outside of our heads, but it is to say that our heads do not exist outside of cats! "

Blimey Laure. That is deep!

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over a year ago


"Basically there's (ish) an "ideal" object. Say a cat. The perfect cat from which all other examples of cats derive their "cat"ness. Then there's the cat I imagine in my mind, which isn't the ideal cat. How does it relate to the ideal cat?

And how do I conjure an image of a cat, and how does my work translate into your head?

How are these cats related and why?

Ah so it's the age old problem of the relation between universals and particulars! I guess Saussure addresses it in the context of language.

I follow phenomenologists such as Heidegger and Merleau-Ponty, who argue against a representationalist view of reality (such as Descartes') which posits a radical distinction between the mind and the world.

Reality does not consist of things "out there" and thoughts "in here", and the problem of how they interact is a psuedo-problem resting on the mistaken assumption that mind and world are ultimately different kinds of things.

Rather than separate them, I like the idea that mind and world are one and the same thing. One simply begets the other!

To put it this way, the "catness" of the cat as represented by us humans is something that belongs to the cat as much as it belongs to our thoughts about it. In fact, the cat is only a cat insofar as it belongs to our representational world. That's not to say that cats don't exist outside of our heads, but it is to say that our heads do not exist outside of cats!

This sort of thing, yes. And what's catness, what's my cat, and is the cat I describe conveyed to you as my cat, your cat, or something else. Where's reality? (does reality exist? lol)"

This thread has become very deep.

Hmmm. What IS reality?

Pinches myself. Yup. I am real as I feel pain.

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By *naswingdressWoman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)

My brain goes weird places

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"My brain goes weird places "

And where it goes we all follow

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By *naswingdressWoman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)


"My brain goes weird places

And where it goes we all follow "

Oh lord don't do that

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By *ocusMan
over a year ago

Cambridge

Ive just added something to the Stories forum called "The Start of Something...".

Which is both the title and state of it so far

Hopefully it's something people will want to carry on but it's perhaps not as slam bang into the action as people might be used to.

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By *stbury DavenportMan
over a year ago

Nottingham


"Hmmm. What IS reality?

Pinches myself. Yup. I am real as I feel pain."

"I know not, nor do I care. Let me live deep while I live; let me know the rich juices of red meat and stinging wine on my palate, the hot embrace of white arms, the mad exultation of battle when the blue blades flame and crimson, and I am content. Let teachers and priests and philosophers brood over questions of reality and illusion. I know this: if life is illusion, then I am no less an illusion, and being thus, the illusion is real to me. I live, I burn with life, I love, I slay, and am content."

- Robert E Howard, 'Queen of the Black Coast', Weird Tales 23 5, May 1934

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over a year ago

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"My brain goes weird places

And where it goes we all follow

Oh lord don't do that "

Why not? That's what happens when you make art

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By *heslimoneMan
over a year ago

Deeside

Just put up my first little story "damaged upon delivery" please feel free to have a read and drop in some feedback

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over a year ago

I have posted a few stories on here over various profiles. If anyone wants to read I can give titles

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By *naswingdressWoman
over a year ago

Manchester (she/her)


"My brain goes weird places

And where it goes we all follow

Oh lord don't do that

Why not? That's what happens when you make art "

True

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