RevLeft Creative Writing Contest

[RedAnarchist]

Seeing as hardly anyone seems to post any creative writing anymore, I've decided to give this a go.

The rules are as follows -

1. No more can enter more than 1 piece of writing.
2. It doesn't have to be political.
3. You have to keep it under 1000 lines for prose, and 50 lines for poetry.


Post your entries on this thread. The entry time is the next 3 weeks. After that, the entries will be put into polls, the winners of each will go into a final poll. There will be a winner, a runner up and a third place.

[Mujer Libre]

Good idea. :) I keep meaning to write, but my brain is fried. I will see what I can do.

In the interest of keeping pieces a decent length- i.e. not sagas and such!, how about a different limit for poetry and prose? Maybe 1000 words for prose and 50 lines of poetry?

[RedAnarchist]

Originally posted by Mujer [email protected] 16, 2007 05:39 am
In the interest of keeping pieces a decent length- i.e. not sagas and such!, how about a different limit for poetry and prose? Maybe 1000 words for prose and 50 lines of poetry?
That would be a better, yeah.

[RedAnarchist]

Noone interested?

[Mujer Libre]

Pantoum Gets Pissed

Five friends under the night sky
For the first time in five years.
“Fuck, this is surreal!” I cry
Over a round of beers.

For the first time in five years
Under drizzly summer rain-
Over a round of beers
Our stories are too long.

We settle for the familiar,

the small…



Alcohol fills the gaps;
After juggling glass, lemon and salt
our words flow.
So-and-so is engaged.
Why’d they want to get married anyway? It’s a he… heteropatriarchal institution. I slur my approval. ‘Sif love is anything but free, by the way what are we doing for New Years? Beach party? Somewhere not too straight, cheap, no underage kids, no top 40... And definitely, definitely NO Auld Lang Syne.

Oh please fuck no- anything but that.

So we’re staying home then, yeah? (Laughter)

(laughter dies down as a waiter hovers)
A round of flaming Lamborghini’s.
Glass after glass after glass clinks down,
Rows of multicoloured death.
Who’s paying for this?
Certainly not me, mumbles He-Who-Ordered-The-Drinks.

[apathy maybe]

Originally posted by One more lost day
I morn this lost day, once more nothing accomplished. This mere text the only result of one more twenty four hours. I slept, I ate, I slept and ate, I looked into space, I read some random junk on random websites, I failed to achieve. Yet why would I want to achieve? What is an achievement anyway? Well, I guess I want to achieve so that I do not feel as if I have done nothing with my day. Perhaps if I wrote an award winning novel, but that takes more then a day, to write and to win the award. Maybe if I wrote a short article and had it published, the one I keep meaning to write about the election... That would give me a sense of achievement. Or if I cooked my dinner, or wrote a poem, these would make me feel slightly better. If I called a friend, or built a box, or finished painting that picture that has been sitting there for the last few years. I could fix my computer, book a plane ticket, write a program, insult the prime minister. I could wash my clothes, mow the lawn, stack some firewood. If I applied for more jobs, discovered a new planet, invented a more efficient phone, these would enable me to sleep having done something. Yet, in the end, I sit here, writing this mere text. Another day wasted, nothing accomplished.
And I did write a poem, but I'm not entering it. It isn't very good... :)

Sun
The sun was burning, burning.

Watch the grass dry, brown.

Watch the sheep go hungry, lambs dieing, flies gorging.

Rain
The rain comes down in torrents.

Watch the grass grow, green.

Watch the sheep eat, hungry, the lambs fattening, the flies have disappeared.

And I assume this rule, "1. No more can enter more than 1 piece of writing." is meant to be "1. No one can enter more than 1 piece of writing." Or maybe, "1. No more can one enter more than 1 piece of writing."?

[Red_Hooligan]

Love

I asked her where it hurt, and she pointed with one finger to her temple, and watched me. It was an obvious cue taken from Raiders of the Lost Ark. The next logical event in the sequence would be for me to kiss her wherever she pointed, eventually getting to her lips. I know that she knows this. I also know that she told me that there was no way she would cheat on her boyfriend, and that this would be a step in the wrong direction. I didn't want to upset her.
"I'd kiss you, but I don't want Steve to come after me," I said with a smile. She smiled back at me. I had passed her test of willpower, to see if I would disregard what she had said.
"There's no way I'm going to cheat on Steve," she told me the night before, on the phone. "As difficult as it might be, for both of us, I'm only coming over for cheesecake."
So as we sat under the blanket on the futon, watching the movie, she yawned and leaned warmly against my shoulder. I didn't know what to do at that point (would putting my arm around her be too much? Would she get defensive? Was she ready to cheat on that loser Steve after all?). I just let her keep leaning for a few minutes, but she didn't stop, and my shoulder was getting tired of supporting her head. So I casually put my arm around her, and she cuddled in close to me under the blanket. It wasn't extremely sexual, but it was very cozy. After a while she wiggled even further down and ended up resting her head in my lap, her long, slender legs stretched out. Such a beautiful girl was there, practically begging to be pillaged, but I never went too far. I didn't want her to feel uncomfortable with me. Two years ago, we were laying together in her bed. On her back, looking up at her ceiling, she said,
"Do you know what's different about you from all the other guys I've dated, Aaron?"
I could think of a few things, but I was curious.
"No, what's so different about me?"
"You make me feel safe," she said.
That image from two years ago played back in my mind that night. I wanted her to still feel safe with me. I wasn't out to take advantage of her, I had too much respect for her to do that. I watched as her soft face and blond curls turned to watch the movie. And the images on the screen danced on her nose, her cheeks, and in her eyes. I could feel myself falling in love with her, and I smiled.

[Bad Grrrl Agro]

Obsidian in the Flames

I sleep in the flames
Stretched out with my rage
In control of nothing around me
Just controling my reaction what it'll be
I'm a fighter, immune to pain
Like my heroes I won't die in vain
As I spark up a cigarette
I see something I'll never forget
Arising from the smoke
The face of Cuauhtemoc
He told me never to give in
That would be an evil sin
A sin to me, to my family, to him
He was in my place tied limb to limb
Now I am here where he was
Holding my convictions with a knife of obsidian

[Red_Hooligan]

Bump. Come on guys, this won't be fun if there's only 4 or 5 entries. Write!!!

[bugsy]

A NOVEL IN AROUND 100 WORDS.

Charlie smiled to himself at his perfect plan. His salary in the South American Department at the University was hardly enough to keep his lovely second wife, Carol, in the manner to which she was accustomed and also pay alimony to his first wife, Sue. But the rare poison he had injected into a bottle of wine for Sue would rid him of his financial problems. The poison was practically undetectable and would ensure her demise from heart failure in a few months. The phone rang.
“Hello, Charlie,” his wife Carol chirped. “I’m with Sue at the moment. We’ve just finished that lovely bottle of wine you gave her. I’ll be home in about an hour.”

MsG

[Sir Aunty Christ]

THE CORRIDOR

He dreams every night that he is running down a dimly-lit corridor. There is enough light for him to see his feet and for a few metres in front but little else. Every night he runs down (or up?) the same never ending corridor.
Tonight is different though. It’s brighter; he can see the top of the wall; he now thinks he’s in what appears to be a labyrinth. Something compels him to run faster. Now he feels a sea breeze. He looks around; he’s on a beach. Genevieve, the dead girl he lost his virginity to, walks towards him. He smiles, she smiles. She whispers in his ear, “You aren’t to blame”. Genevieve walks away. He looks around, realises that the sea is all he hears despite the beach being crowded. He sits on the sand and begins to weep. He feels a hand on his shoulder, it’s his father but his father has been dead for nearly a decade. He stands up and hugs his father. Then his father roars. He sees that his father’s face has melted. It has morphed into that of an alien creature. He turns and starts running. Soon he finds himself back in the corridor, still running.

[RedAnarchist]

I'll start the poll, and PM ML to ask if she can lock this thread.

[Ander]

Originally posted by [email protected] 21, 2007 02:50 am
Love

I asked her where it hurt, and she pointed with one finger to her temple, and watched me. It was an obvious cue taken from Raiders of the Lost Ark. The next logical event in the sequence would be for me to kiss her wherever she pointed, eventually getting to her lips. I know that she knows this. I also know that she told me that there was no way she would cheat on her boyfriend, and that this would be a step in the wrong direction. I didn't want to upset her.
"I'd kiss you, but I don't want Steve to come after me," I said with a smile. She smiled back at me. I had passed her test of willpower, to see if I would disregard what she had said.
"There's no way I'm going to cheat on Steve," she told me the night before, on the phone. "As difficult as it might be, for both of us, I'm only coming over for cheesecake."
So as we sat under the blanket on the futon, watching the movie, she yawned and leaned warmly against my shoulder. I didn't know what to do at that point (would putting my arm around her be too much? Would she get defensive? Was she ready to cheat on that loser Steve after all?). I just let her keep leaning for a few minutes, but she didn't stop, and my shoulder was getting tired of supporting her head. So I casually put my arm around her, and she cuddled in close to me under the blanket. It wasn't extremely sexual, but it was very cozy. After a while she wiggled even further down and ended up resting her head in my lap, her long, slender legs stretched out. Such a beautiful girl was there, practically begging to be pillaged, but I never went too far. I didn't want her to feel uncomfortable with me. Two years ago, we were laying together in her bed. On her back, looking up at her ceiling, she said,
"Do you know what's different about you from all the other guys I've dated, Aaron?"
I could think of a few things, but I was curious.
"No, what's so different about me?"
"You make me feel safe," she said.
That image from two years ago played back in my mind that night. I wanted her to still feel safe with me. I wasn't out to take advantage of her, I had too much respect for her to do that. I watched as her soft face and blond curls turned to watch the movie. And the images on the screen danced on her nose, her cheeks, and in her eyes. I could feel myself falling in love with her, and I smiled.
I don't have anything to contribute but I just couldn't help but point out how beautiful this particular piece is. I enjoyed the others as well, but this one touched me on a very personal level.

Ah...I miss my ex :(

[RedAnarchist]

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[Cult of Reason]

I am very embarrassed by this (and so I should be!), but I am currently in the process of writing a Naruto fanfiction, which will, eventually, feature the main character exhibiting Socialist/Anarchist ideas as an integral part of the stroy, but that part is still a long way off. It is here:

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3666984/1/

Yes, I know my writing is crap.

This is part of my idea of using the internet to get Anarchism into popular culture.

[Herman]

but I am currently in the process of writing a Naruto fanfiction

Kill yourself right now.

[Cult of Reason]

I am already zombified, so why not?


Regardless, whatever you think of the plot (which is mediocre), the series has a good setting.