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uneven potato - original poetry [Sep. 2nd, 2007|02:23 am]
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j_excalibur
[mood |blahblah]
[music |the white stripes by modus operandi]

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The God of Gloom [Jun. 16th, 2006|01:25 am]
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sporks_of_doom
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[Current Location |the motherland]
[mood |blankblank]
[music |used to be lucky by the wallflowers]

Missy never realized that she had it. The soft ears flowing down her tiny arms felt unusually cool to the touch - even when held for an entire day. The glossy obsidian eye was apathetic, while its twin had been removed by wear obviously years ago. But the way the fabric arms so subtly clung to her and how heavy the round body felt in her hands, she knew something was different about her toy. Something that tasted like salt...something that tickled some strange melancholy in the core of her stomach...Her toy bunny felt very wrong somehow.
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(no subject) [Jun. 12th, 2006|07:29 am]
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marymagdalene
It was hotter than Hades outside. You could surely fry an egg.
I was walking along, singing a song, when I noticed, to my horror, that there was a person laying in the street.
He had eyes big as saucers! He was in pain.
I couldn't believe it.
I must do something!
The sun was beginning to set. It looked like a romantic evening was starting. Just me and the stranger. Alone at last.
"Why are you in pain?" I asked, caressing his face.
"Your mom just farted and I suffered a stroke."
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(no subject) [Jun. 12th, 2006|07:15 am]
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marymagdalene
[Current Location |in my head]
[mood |bouncybouncy]
[music |frank zappa - america drinks then goes home]

Frenetic Hands
by E. Nieves

The day started out like any other...


hahahahaha.
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(no subject) [Jun. 12th, 2006|03:15 am]
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marymagdalene
Once upon a time, there was a thin, attractive princess with very little body hair. It was a dark and rainy night outside the castle. The princess met a handsome prince. He was like a dream come true. She never felt like this before. It was like nothing she'd ever felt.
They married on a Sunday. It was a lively affair.
The prince had genital herpes he'd caught from a horse. This pre-empted their desire for children.
The prince apologized and it was deeply heartfelt.
The princess understood and did not mind the genital warts.
They lived happily ever after when a doctor supplied them with the right cream.

Then End.
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