26 November 2014

Types of Lines

In poetry, a set of lines are a stanza, but there are more names for lines. These are some names of lines in poetry:

2 - Couplet
3 - Tercet
4 - Quatrain
5 - Cinquain
6 - Sestet
7 - Septet
8 - Octave

18 November 2014

My Circus by T. Theroux

A calm aglow spoils the unpredictable.
Nothing. Gone.
Every day is a fiction of new design of that instant thrill-ride.
Imagine an electric art: my circus—
A helix paradox, in an enormous crowd in cashmere.
This circus is my design.
My architectural fire bone of the dead.
My circus—my innovation of innovations.
I see no wonder of this grand dream!
Sassy! Chic! Daring! Mind-blowing! Smooth!
Returning to save a magic soul of ice for my collection in the circus—my loot.
My soldier banshee army festival and I am their fierce master to keep.
This delicious allure I married—my mad circus.
Here’s a slice more to share, to eat, and to digest—
A divine griffin upon its hollow beauty will watch from my palm to search the future.
My circus is a challenger—elite and a masterpiece of history with designs in golden letters!
A touch of a kiss from a light star.
Fashion is not a game in my mad circus.
My market, my imagination from inspiration given from wisdom that swings, wisdom that kicks.
This circus is justified into your battle. Whatever that may be.
If you will…want to join…
We meet, this circus, after sunset as an exquisite moonlight comes.

Eliminate control when I welcome you into my circus. Just enjoy the show!

POETRY---Tanka & Haiku

To review what a Haiku is, click [here].

A Tanka is another form of Japanese poetry, except with a different style, but it is very close to a Haiku.

In each line, there are certain syllables placed per line. In a Haiku, the format goes like this:

Line 1 - 5 syllables
Line 2 - 7 syllables
Line 3 - 5 syllables

Heart beats, dry throats, sweat
Cold hands rub together—pain
Nightmares are real

For a Tanka, not to be confused with Tonka which is a toy company for trucks, it is longer than a Haiku and a Tanka goes like this:

Line 1 - 5 syllables
Line 2 - 7 syllables
Line 3 - 5 syllables
Line 4 - 7 syllables
Line 5 - 7 syllables

What you find, not fine
Gold glittering isn’t time
Gnawing into fire
Fire refines, my life lives on
Living, not dying, falling

For a challenge, go write five Tanka and five Haiku.

05 November 2014

Challenge--Twelfth Night (Or What You Will)

Have you ever read a Shakespeare play or any play like The Crucible? For this challenge, go read a play just for fun!

My favorite types of plays from Shakespeare includes 12th Night (or what you will), Hamlet, and The Crucible. Other plays I have read include A Streetcar Named Desire and King Lear; however, I have read Romeo and Juliet and I honestly hated it. Shakespeare is a great writer and despite some flaws (cough, Romeo and Juliet), his writings are great if understood.

On a side note, observe movies as well on a screenwriting aspect. Have a good day!

29 October 2014

ADVICE---7 Parts of Poetry

          1. Auditory---sense of hearing
          2. Olfactory---sense of smell
          3. Visual---sense of sight
          4. Tactile---sense of touch
          5. Synesthesia---mix of two or more sense
          6. Kinesthesia---use of movement
          7. Gustatory---sense of taste

22 October 2014

QUOTE--J.K. Rowling

"The most important thing is to read as much as you can, like I did. It will give you an understanding of what makes good writing and it will enlarge your vocabulary." -J.K. Rowling
Read more at brainy quotes!

Halloween---Cannon Drive: Promotion

Georgie, a pale-blonde young girl of fourteen and light brown eyes sat in the attic of the Nevada apartments near Las Vegas. Her long hair tied into a pony-tail as she finished dusting an old merry-go-round of a music box; sitting on a crate and idly sitting tuning the music box, watching the horses hop up and down around as Grim Grinning Ghost played on its tingling chords. A step creaked and a cloth ruffled around that attic, but Georgie had learned to ignore it because of the attic's rustic manner.

She did not see the figure approach her silently. Preoccupied with the eerie music box in that dusty room, the stranger leaned towards her and suddenly placed a hand on her shoulder; Georgie jumped! Falling almost backwards in that leap of fate, Georgie was caught by Inspector T44.

The Inspector caught her friend, laughing all the way, as she plopped Georgie down on the mildew floor. Georgie furiously got up and brushed herself off, saying to the Inspector, "Oh you are such a bas-"

"Tarts?" Inspector T44 asked, pulling out a crumbling apple-cherry tart from her trench coat pocket.

Georgie replied, indignantly, "Ha, no."

"We have a new case: Hollywood."

Despite all anger (which vanished rather rapidly as soon as that name came up), Georgie blankly stared at her friend. Inspector T44 came from a rather odd planet called Chambris and claimed how it would rain diamonds, sapphires, and topaz from the sky or rather the moon as they claim, 'shooting out tears of joy or sadness.'

Inspector T44 had orange hair in a shaggy cut at chin-length and her hair tipped off into a blue-violet or purple-like color. She also had hears--cat ears with a tail she can whip out to trip people. Once she even dressed up as a scorpion for Halloween! Cat-like eyes and somewhat furry and obviously cat-like (redundant, but true).

"What's the case?" Georgie asked.

"Our client called claiming he has been seeing the ghost of his dead wife for the past twenty years since her death."

"But what's the weird part?"

"I don't think he quite knows that he may be dead, too! The phone kept going out and I could barely hear him muttering. Plus, there may be a magic wand involved, Houdini's magic box, and an abandoned mansion which is full of ghosts. I know ghosts, trust me."

Inspector T44 turned to leave the attic, expecting Georgie to follow, but as she did, she joked to herself, "Yeah, says the cat."

20 October 2014

HOLIDAY---Halloween: Dead End

Twas the night before Halloween
And all was dark
Not a creature was stirring
Not even a small bark...

So for this Halloween, write about a spooky story that is speculative (any stories that can involve science fiction, unicorns, ghosts, elves, urban legends, etc.). Here is an example story I wrote, an Urban Legend

14 October 2014

POETRY--Richard Armitage

In love again with a star
So out of reach, but within sight
Giving him my heart before he asked
Falling for a soldier, a king, a man

When his blue eyes stormed the night
A star came from the heavens
He is one so out of my reach
Yet every breath, given to an angel

Remember the first time we saw him on the silver screen?
Charming talent without an uttered word
Then the first word he gives and the world stood still
Facing Richard

Every bridge so gallantly crossed
Strong, brave, and kind
I am searching for a place to be
And I found it with him

"I just love walking into space and feeling that
Looming danger in the air..."
"We got you out and here you are.
You survived."

06 October 2014

Short Story--Fireflies and Scallywags

The empty spaces and holes in Sabirah's heart pierced her more painfully that the reality of life: her older brother, the only family left in her life is dead. She sat in the pirate ship at the mercy of those wretched pirates; the ship docked at the jungle as the captain, a sun-baked man with a face scarred with wrinkles, glared with a laugh on his eyes and mouth showing his rotting teeth covered in black mold. A pistol in hand still held the smoke from its recent fire.
Sabirah knelt silently, with one hand over her mouth to conceal her incoherent sobs and the other hand on her chest to stabilize her shudders from crying. She never saw Jeffrey's golden hair and laughter to cheer her up for those days ahead (her poor brother). In the wind, Sabirah's dark, blood-black hair frankly played with the wind as she continued to quiver; despite the welcoming lights of the lanterns at that port with a jungle backdrop, Lt. Weston stood rather shocked at his fiancee, however, he could not decide to run to comfort her or not.
"Dearest?" Lt. Weston asked. "May you pardon me for leaving..."
He could not carry on that conversation for he dearly wanted to leave that forsaken ship bound for the Trouven Cove. Wreck with fury, Sabirah half-shrieked, "If that is what you wish--go, but I will have nothing else to keep my soul in joy. Go! But it will all hurt again to close your door. Go. If it pains you more to stay...only if you dare to walk away."
With the pirates kidnapping the 20-year-old when her older brother, Jeffrey, killed their ringleader, Lt. Weston ran after to save her, but maybe the rewards were not worth the effort. The handsome soldier abandoned the ship as he sought help from the Spanish port where all the civilians hid from sight. Within several minutes, the ship prepared sail to repay the debt Sabirah's brother started. For her, she had no longer that strength to carry on at that point. In that moonlight with the sea refreshing and calming the young lady, her sea-green eyes looked back at the port where Lt. Weston lay worlds away. Suddenly, in her mind she realized, 'No, I will not wait any longer for the sins of my brother, I will get out of here and return, no matter how it takes, just as long as my morals keep in tack, I will get back!'

Five months later...

30 September 2014

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