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  1. In all honesty, I can't remember the last time I read a fanfic. However, I did keep up with Nat's poems when she was posting them, and I thoroughly enjoyed them. There was one about white gum trees that I thought was particularly good. All of the poetry of hers that I remember has to do with the land, and all used very intense, if brief, images. So I suppose her nature-themed poetry is my favorite work here, despite not being a "fanfic."
  2. Thanks a lot, guys! I really appreciate the kind words. Unfortunately I haven't written very much more for this yet, but I'll try to get something up this weekend. @gimpy The story will be a bit up-and-down, so be prepared to go from light-hearted to depressing and back frequently. It's just kind of how things went down...
  3. All right, here's the next little scene! May not be as amusing as the first portion (honestly it's kind of depressing and -well, you'll see), but it is critical to the plot. Hopefully you'll enjoy it for what it is! And as an aside, 60 views but only two comments? Come on whoever else is reading this! ((Warning: more adult language)) ----------------------------- My home at that time was a meager apartment filled to the brim with miscellanea acquired throughout the years and across the world. At 22 I'd seen more countries than many do in a lifetime, and, not only had I seen those countries, I'd experienced them in full. Scarlette had experienced one of those countries with me firsthand. Our trip to Peru was engrained on my memory: that month and a half may well have been the greatest time of my life. From the lofty highs of stoic Machu Picchu, to the fleeting lows of la playa de china, and everywhere in between, we discovered each other that summer in a way we otherwise never could have. We'd only just met two months before the excursion (and even then just by chance), but even before we booked our tickets I knew I loved her. That she was willing to travel around the world with me, a man she'd just met, seemed to indicate that she was interested in me as well. At least, that was my take on it. The planning process itself was intensely exciting: we devised grandiose schemes to see as many sites as possible during our week in Cuzco, with side trips to the Sacred Valley (on a rented motorcycle) and even Tiwanaku in Bolivia. Everything was to run like clockwork and somehow go off without a hitch. Of course, once we got to Cuzco, everything deteriorated. I was sick the first day, when we planned to explore the city. The next day we went to Machu Picchu, just as planned (that was the only plan of ours that stuck). The third day we stayed in the city again: the trip to Tiwanaku went out the window. The fourth day we explored some sites on foot. The fifth day we took a bus tour of the Sacred Valley (Scarlette, after seeing the natives drive, was reluctant to rent a motorcycle). The sixth day we saw some museums in the city. And, first thing in the morning on the seventh day, we were off to Lima to meet up with some other individuals (Cuzco had merely been a side trip itself: we were going to Peru anyway and figured it was as good a time as any to go there). Although our time in Cuzco didn't go nearly as planned, it was still amazing. Not only for the unique experiences in the city and countryside, but also for the inevitable experiences in our hotel room! Once we met up with the others those experiences proved impossible. As a man, that is, of course, what I remember most from the trip. Over the course of the next month we saw more amazing sites and experienced rural Peru like we couldn't have in Cuzco, but it wasn't the same as the time we had spent alone. And I'm not just talking about the sex here: I was comfortable with her like I am with no one else (I generally hate everyone). I enjoyed spending time with her, even when we didn't say or do anything. I loved just being with her. That was impossible once we left Cuzco. But none of that was relevant anymore anyway. It was merely the glorious past, seemingly never to be replicated. As long as that damn Francis was in the picture, Scarlette and I could never be what we once were. I was her holiday in Goa (only in Peru) but that was all. I'm not sure she ever had real feelings for me. So I took comfort in long-necked friends. Half a bottle of bourbon would tide me over on a bad night. The night after I'd seen her at the gym, I was planning on an entire bottle. I was about a quarter of the way there when I heard a knock on my door. I put down my half-empty glass and turned down the Sinatra I had playing. The knock had startled me: no one ever came to my apartment. I walked up to the door and took a glance out the peephole. And lo, who should greet my eyes but a fidgeting Scarlette. I pulled back a little and sighed, but proceeded to open the door before she reconsidered her visit. As the door crept open I saw a smile come to her face. ”œBen,”
  4. Here's two more. I know Ami will definitely appreciate the first one : "Confess Me" Confess me. I know you never would, But you don't have to, I'm already yours. So please confess me, my darling, So you'll know my love is true. Across time and this vast place, With you at my side, I couldn't ask for a better guide. So confess me, or don't, It doesn't really matter, Because I'm already yours. Somehow we'll find a way, To break through this barrier, With our love so true. Dangers here and there, But I still catch your stare, And the only real danger is losing you. So confess me, won't you? I'm already under your spell, Intoxicated by your love, Held by feelings I can't ignore. But still we're held apart, By an invisible danger, An unreal threat, That we must somehow rise above. Nearing our final destination, My pain only magnifies, As I think of being without you. So confess me, please? I'll get on my knees, And beg you to do the deed, So you'll know how much I love you. I can't live without you, And I almost hope we don't succeed, So my pain may never be realized. Our task completed, I thought I'd never want to live, But I found a way. So confess me, like you did, Now that you know it doesn't matter. I told you I love you, And when a love's this true, Nothing can affect it, Even the touch of confession. So confess me, if you feel you need to, Although you know I already love you. --------------------- "Love is a Lie" Long-distance lovers, Does she really think it's something more? Anyone could see he's using her, Just looking for an easy score. If you ask me, she deserves more, But she won't admit it, Or maybe she just can't see it. Love is a lie, At least his is, And it makes her feel mine could never be real. I'm so close to her, She knows how much I care, But still she flocks to him, She'll go to see him whenever he calls. But why does she have to go to him, Why won't he come to her? Love is a lie, At least his is, And she deserves so much better. From across the country he calls to her, And she goes eagerly, She's at his beck and call. What happened to her independence? She wants to be her own woman, Not in a relationship, But she lets him control her. Love is a lie, At least his is, And she deserves so much better. He doesn't care about her, Well, he does, But just about one thing. If it was something more -Something real- He'd surprise her, Come to see her out of the blue, Instead of demanding she come to him. He's using her, Anyone could see it, I just wish she could. Love is a lie, At least his is, And she deserves so much better.
  5. Thanks guys! Here's a couple more if you're interested: "Pieces" Pieces of you, I never knew the whole, And I'm left with a hole, Without you. Pieces of you, All I ever knew, But could never put together, Too incomplete. Now I'll never know the answer, Never finish the puzzle, Without you. So many missing pieces, In the story you told me, Nothing lines up like it should. Jagged half-truths, Surrounding the pieces of my broken heart, But you were so indifferent, And left me without you, Without reason. Ordinary analysis didn't cut it, I needed the truth from you, But you gave me only pieces. Was I so meaningless to you? I loved you (For so long) But I never really knew you, Only the pieces, What I wanted, Not what you truly are. Pieces of you, Left me in pieces, I may never know my whole. How did you hate me so, When I only ever loved you? Pieces of you, All I ever knew, I never saw the whole, I'm only left with a hole, Without you. -------------------------------------- "Words Written About Katie" Liberal girl, I'm too conservative for her, But must that define us? For her, apparently, it must. It's my fault, I'd change if I could, But I'm just me. Uncontrollable girl, I'm not trying to control her, Whether or not she believes me. She knows I care for her, As I try to care for her, But she won't have it. Why is it so bad? Why can't a man take care of a woman? It's my fault, I'm out of place in our generation, But I'm just me. Beautiful girl, Too beautiful for me, How could I ever have her? The world is hers, The men, her choice. And why would I be that choice? It's my fault, I can't compare to her, But I'm just me. Wonderful girl, It's a wonder how I met her, Though not why I've fallen like this. She has what she wants, And it's not me. She is so happy, And not because of me. But it's not my fault, Nothing to be done, I'm just me.
  6. I tend to come up with a title before anything else, even before I have an idea for a story. I write down a title, and then decide what the story will be. For instance, just the other night I came up with the title The One Who Came Before, but I didn't start writing it until the next day. I have a whole list of titles, some with brief descriptions, that have not been ascribed a specific story as of yet. Of course this isn't always the case. Sometimes the title is the last thing I come up with. I wrote a short WWI story a while back called Fighting, Dying, which is taken from a quote within. Usually titles come easily to me, though occasionally it's difficult; case in point my untitled (and as of yet unfinished) Kyle Katarn fan fic. I've been considering what the title should be and trying to begin writing the ending to that story, but with my underwhelming last attempt at reviving it I'm a bit more content with letting it remain unfinished.
  7. I've been thinking about this story lately and would like to finish it, if anyone's interested. I'll be honest, I had no idea where I was going with it when I started writing, and that's why it kind of stalled. But a few days ago I figured out exactly how I want it to go down. So if anyone wants to see where this story ends up, I'll begin writing it again.
  8. Okay, I figured it would be cool if we had a thread where people could post essays written for high school or college classes and then others could read it and give some advice on how to improve it. We'll get to read some good papers and help people get better grades, too. So why not? So, obviously, I'll start it off. This paper is due on Monday so I hope some people respond to this over the weekend. I don't really write drafts or revise my work much, usually I just write what comes out and read through it fixing grammar and stuff then turn it in. I always do good, but there's always room for improvement. So, let me know what you think. This paper is a profile on an occupation that most people probably don't know much about, the reality of it anyway, and is supposed to shed some light on it. So here it is: ----------------------------------- The Mile High Club Have you ever dreamed of traveling the world and meeting lots of interesting people, all the while getting paid to do it? Well, that's what goes through the minds of many people who decide to be flight attendants, until they come to discover the reality of the occupation. Most of the general public harbors misconceptions about the job, and some people treat flight attendants harshly, not realizing how difficult their career can be at times and that it is nowhere near as glamorous as it is sometimes portrayed as. I discussed the issue with my sister, Theresa, who has been a stewardess for almost three years now with Northwest Airlines, and she offered a fresh, insider's point of view to show just what flight attendants go through every day. She emphasized the way passengers act, through her eyes many of them being stupid, demanding, and some frightened or apprehensive. As is the case with most people who become flight attendants, my sister went in thinking it would be a great job, that she could travel all around the country and meet all kinds of people. While she does enjoy her job, it is certainly different than she expected. First of all, the traveling is not what one would think. While flight attendants do travel all around the country (and world, depending on the airline), they often are only in a given place for a few hours, or, at longest, overnight with an early flight home the next day. There is little time to explore the city outside of its airport in most cases. Theresa states that the most interesting place she has been is Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, where she went to the United States Mint, saw the Liberty Bell and had a ”œreal”
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