Doug

Interesting word list Q. Nice twist with the four syllable word. That should be fun! All right ThinkWriters lets give Qsilv some great material to peruse.

giraffe

Wunderbar, alles!

Qsilv

Thanks to Doug for selecting my poem (quite an honor, considering the things you guys did with his word-list) -- hope you'll enjoy messing around inside your imaginations with mine too. I definitely look forward to reading it!

Please remember, tho' stories are powerful, we're open to essays, poems, doggerel... this is Think WRITE !

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Literature offers a nice lightweight insight that some of you might find intriguing.


Here's your list----

sensory
sublime
still

whimsical
wicked
will

neutralized
native
nil

AND one 4-syllable word of your own choosing!

Feel free to use any form of each word that works for you... my mind just spewed them out this way.

In honor of this being XXXIII, please make it 333 words long, not including title!

Contest ends next Monday, 18 Jan '10 (that'll be the next day already in Europe)

giraffe

THE READING

I think I've always had extra sensory perception. Some think of that as something wicked, but with me, it just came with the territory. People judge me all the time. I'm so glad that I wasn't living at the time of the witch trials. They would have fried me like a cheap steak.

Christian, my boyfriend, still thinks that I'm just a whimsical freak, but I haven't told him the whole story either. And I hope I never will. I think it's a woman's right to be mysterious. The less a man knows about me, the better for both of us. My perception causes problems.

Take Jonah. I knew that this whale (Candi) would swallow him whole and spit him out like bad bones. I saw it in advance and it eventually happened. I shouldn't have told him. If I hadn't, maybe we'd still be together.

Then there was Adam. What a piece of work. Dong for days, struttin' it, dumb as a rock. My dad told me not to share any of my shares in Apple with him, but I did it anyway. I actually saw that coming. By the way, being kicked out of the house and being disowned was probably the best thing that ever happened to me.

All I'm saying is that a woman has a right to her secrets. It feels somewhat sublime to wear my broad rimmed hats and project my air of mystery. Don't get too close. I might destroy you with my secret knowlege.

The part I didn't tell Christian is what's bothering me now. I used to be a male. I don't think he'd understand that all of my masculinity was neutralized 3 years ago. All of those urges are nil. I'm transexual. I'm native to womanhood now.

Will he ever understand me, Lady Zelda?

My cards say that he will never accept you. The answer is no.

But I have given my heart to him.

You will give your heart when it is ready to give.
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Where did that come from? My 4 syllable was transexual. What's the matter with me?

Doug

giraffe: Hey, I had to read that twice before I could really digest it. Full of backwards references of "historical" or maybe hysterical proportion. The first graph' was just a set up for knocking us out that you were planted through "supposed" Christian history with the backstory nuances that made me chuckle. Your not crazy! Wait till you read my "mess" coming up NEXT! Call Marg' up and she won't feel so bad about the "turtle". lol

Doug

Now for some real craziness....4 syllable word "inspiration", but I'm sure there were plenty more. I'm the crazy one, trust me....

Inner Piece

Inspiration is not native to my being.
My head is often neutralized
By unseen forces battling for control.
Visual chock blocks prevent movement,
Ideas and ideals run amok.

Wasn’t always this way.
Scrambled eggs for cranial tissue,
Sizzlin’ up in a smoky room
While my orbital muscles strain to near popping.

Will I even find that center hidden deep beneath?
Now bound by rope intertwined with barbed wire.

Trapped in space that doesn’t exist,
Yet it still remains tethered
To the will of the wicked.
Strapped and hasped together
Under a warlocks watchful eye.

Sensorial blemishes break through every pore
Doling out pain, joy and sorrow.
Maybe all three at the same time.
That is how it feels when I become still.

Firing on all cylinders,
But in different directions
Concentric circles or oblique arrows shot off randomly.

Pop a pill or a hundred
For the pain, nerves or whatever ills infiltrate your bones or brain.
Yet is that the answer?

Sublime subliminal advertisements will tell you...
What to take for any common ailment
But what about the thoughts of a broken man
Churned up in a froth of post traumatic stress real or unreal.

An electrician follows a simple schematic,
But what scheme did God have when inventing the brain?

Normal…Abnormal…Nil.

Only three choices? Or are there?
Shades of whimsical angelic creatures
And hard, strong willed demons
To destruct the brain stem and render me jello.

Butterfly flight with no real path or
Cow patty bingo where thoughts follow a wandering journey
and plop down to a single focus locale.

Simon sez’ its all just an amalgamous mathematical equation.
Mother Earth would tell you
That a half-wit ape banged his head off a cave wall a few times
And learned how not to self inflict pain.

I say the human brain is as fragile as an egg
With a superior hard shell on the outside and
A simple yolk on the inside that can be affected
By plenty, but ultimately becomes scrambled.

Qsilv

mmmm.... wow... now THIS is something to wake up to!

lol... both of you.... this is the sort of crazy that, harnessed, is the well of creativity...

so be brave, folks... keep sharing it!

giraffe, 336 words but no worries... a copy editor would just yank the first couple of "that" connectors and probably an "and" somewhere along the line.

;>

midnightpoet

This is technically 334 words. Each paragraph is 111, but the title is my 4-syllable word, and should be included in the count.

"Alliterate"

Here I sit in the still of this sleepy Sunday night, surrounded by sublime silence. It's not a suffocating silence, but peaceful and serene. Nothing in sight, the darkness sends new sensory sensations when I can't see my surroundings. Stillness stimulates thought and as I think in the silence, sweet singing serenades me. I search for the source of the song, soothed by the simple melody. I can't sleep, I must go out and seek the singer who serenades the silence. Somehow, I can hear his soul in his voice, and there seems to be a sonnet in his song. Somehow, this feels strikingly serendipitous...does my soul mate stand somewhere close?

I'm weary from recklessly wandering the world as I am wont to do during the week, and a wink of hesitation weakens my resolve. What if he's waiting there in the wings with wicked thoughts, wanting my heart to waver with loneliness in my weakness from being widowed. His words weave a whimsical tune, and my will doesn't have the wherewithal to resist much longer. Why would he whisper such a song if only for wicked reasons? Woe fills me with this want to wager everything instead of wasting time wavering. What if this is a dream? Will I waken soon, wailing with woe, searching for the whimsical, wicked word weaver?

Never in my nothing existence have I had to navigate nuances of need and neglect. The dichotomy is neutralized by the nagging voice in my noggin pushing me out of my native inaction. I need not negate this with needless uncertainty. Nine months ago, on a nearly starless night, Nathan, my new husband, neatly made his life nil. I found his naked body leaning against the nightstand, poisoned with narcotics. Now, nervousness nearly consumes me, with the knowledge that my life could be nothing like Nathan's, stolen by an unknown name this night. I know I need to find this singer, to end his notes and ask him what he knows.

midnightpoet

Doug...I love your brand of crazy! That was a wonderful read!

Giraffe...that took me a couple reads and I'm still unsure. Well written, without a doubt, but I'm not sure I 'get' it.

Doug

midnightpoet: And I loveeeeee your style. Perfect title for an "S","W","N" story that reads well and carries it to another level. I love alliteration. The way it rolls off the tongue and mind as you speak or read it. It adds a smooth feel to everything it touches. Great story!!!!

Qsilv

Midnightpoet-- I've stolen two minutes to nip in here.... YESSSS... everything Doug just said AND how neatly you've brought it round full circle!

giraffe

Doug, You really out-did yourself. It's strangely surreal and also plausable. That's what's scary. Kudos to you.

Midnight, I don't "get" my story either. It was totally stream of consciousness. Probably my way of blowing out the circuits.
And 'Alliterate' raises the bar again. Good work!

mouse

I am, simply put, captivated by all 3 stories. What wonderful talent.

ladyhwin

I'm going to work on a story of my own now! I love your word list, Qsilv, I just can't wait to get to work. I like to carry the lists around with me and glance at them when I go to basketball games and such and when I get home, I've got inspiration and I write late into the night! hehe.

Doug, Giraffe, Midnight, you all have great styles of writing! I love the way you put words together. But, although I don't want to be negative, your story lines kindof put me out. I don't like the drug/transexual themes and the way you made fun of the Biblical stories turned me off. However, like I said, your styles are awesome! I love TW!!!

giraffe

Lady, Glad you are inspired to continue writing. Some times it does get mired in low life and sometimes it's all fantasy unicorn stuff or warped history. That gives one the freedom to just write.

Qsilv

I'm so glad to see my whimsical word list is working for you guys! Y'know I carried Doug's list around with me, looking at those words whenever I had a minute even when it wasn't enough time to begin a single sentence. I'm convinced our subconscious(es) do some processing then.

Everyone -- Let's talk just a moment here about limits:
There's a basic responsibility in internet communication to work on getting along... and certainly not to harass nor try to exploit the young'uns... but there's also a huge responsibility on each of us as individuals to simply turn away from the parts that offend us IF WE CAN.

And that's where the 'net is so different from other social interactions.

It's astonishing how readily we still get our feelings hurt, by total strangers who could be of practically any background at all.... utterly wicked to sublimely sweet… displaying images or tossing out words that activate every sensory nerve ending in our conditioned set of responses…

....but here WE EACH CAN just flip to another page, go pay the bills... even (gasp) stand up and get a drink of water or go prune the roses!

Nothing in our culture, or really any native culture over the thousands of years, has prepared us for this type of interaction. So we're still rather like children here ourselves... learning etiquette, power, graciousness.

I want us to be gentle, respectful… and resilient!

Especially here in TD, I want to encourage people to explore our weird imaginings by using the pixel-palettes to "draw" collages, and by using words to paint whatever our minds are peeking at.

If a little knowledge is a dangerous thing, the way to de-fang or neutralize that danger isn't to dumb us (or our children) down toward a state of nil, but to offer a full banquet. That experience will let us each make responsible choices… share our world more successfully… live our rather brief lives more joyously.

Thank you for helping… stalwartly… honorably… generously!

;>

giraffe

YEAH. What you said.

Qsilv

...but I took exactly 333 words to say it!

; p

giraffe

and got all the words in. lol

mouse

Osilv- Agree.