(I know a big, long post cn be a little intimidatng, but pelase READ ON)
Okay,
I am an aspiring writer, author, penman, or what-have-you, so it is fairly important for me to get opinions about my writing... Unfortunately my current surroundings aren't of the best quality for someone wanting a life in literature: I live in SW missouri and around her football is the most imporant thing, it's like "read" is a four letter word, well the bad kind of four letter word anyway.
I do have a creative writing club at the highschool but most of the criticism isnt constructive, its always "I like the flow", "I like the Idea", or "That's original" which is, as some of you may know, not helpful.
So I am hoping to present my ideas, and maybe snips of my writing, in this thread, and get some opinions. And I've been here long enough to know that the opinions I get will, for the most part, be helpful and to my advantage to have.
Okay! Here we go:
First off, I've been working on this story for maybe two weeks, mostly writing it during school; lunch free class periods, etc. It's called "Demon Eyes" or "Her Black Wings"(I haven't decided yet) Anyway, It takes the first person perspective of a man(respectively named "I"), during an unspecified date and leads the reader through his pilgrimage of becoming something unknown to himself. He gives his accounts of his slave life under his mistress, who is a demon(or a succubus) and the evil deeds she has him commit. Little does he know with each bit of skin he tears he sells tiny bits of his soul to Lucifer.
I'll include a little bit below, let me set it up first: I really like to write a poem in pre-reflection of the story to be read, giving the reader a clever rhyme as a sort of synopsis.
Demon Eyes
Her yellow eyes are evil and eerie
The demoness comes out to me
Am I a monster or just some sort of freak
I'm really nothing but a slave unto her magic
Operation steal your every dream
I cannot believe anything I see
I'm changing, I can feel it every moment
Is it for better or for worse?
It starts like a kiss and ends like a curse
The runes on my flesh begin to glow
Am I Demon? I need to know.
Secondly I have "Nike A Go Go", this story is based loosely on the Misfits song of the same title. This story again takes the perspective of a male character named Benjamin, or "Me" rather.(he uses me instad of I since he is less refined.)
Nike A Go Go takes place in a post apocalyptic world where the earth has been more-or-less dried up(Earth on Menopause as Nike likes ot call it). It the first hand accounts of Benjamin living with Nike, who happens to be a highly advanced type of cyborg, and their partners in a small base in the middle of Chicago, which is a desert. The short stories I've been working on at first kind of center around Nike and her sex life, and the fact that she is a dominant nymphomaniac.
In this story I didn't bother to write a poem, because Glenn Danzig did it so well I never felt the need to rewrite it:
Nike A Go Go
It's a missile girl
In a missile world
Human tongue feels aluminum-plate
Check systems now
Death machine and man in love
Tracking system checks out pulse, all systems go
Rocket-blast fury with a manual sex-drive
It's a missile girl
With a long white face
A missile girl, well
Nike is her name
You remember it
Deadlier than any girl on any world
Nike be good
Nike be everything woman's not
Nike take my life along with yours
It's a missile girl
With a long white face
It's a missile girl, well
Nike is the name remember it
Go go
Nike take my life along with yours
Go go
Third I have "A Man Named Anger" which is a story loosely based on me: a young man growing up in a world with a lot of hate and anger in his heart. Unfortunately for him he doesnt see the error of his ways before it's too late. The story is told in the third person perspective and follows Edward Anger. Edward is the lead singer of a band, a dropout, and a drug addict(which is a far cry from myself, the dropout and drugaddict part that is.)
A Man Named Anger
Let his day begin
Let his fury fly
Let his fist curl up
Light the fire in his mind
He is Anger
He's an angry man
He starts a fight
Whenever he can
He's got a low self opinion
He likes to lash out
When it nags at his mind
He stands up and shouts
He punishes himself
He does what he doesnt want
But when he lashes out
He lets his anger taunt
He takes it out
He puts it on the streets
He's looking for a weakling
One he could eat
When someone breathes
His anger flies
When you look at him wrong
A piece of him dies
What do you get?
For such reckless hate
A metal little box
One you can never escape.
Okay, that's all I have for now!
Please give me comments, give my criticism, I cn take it! I need it!
Thanks in advanced,
Josh Dodson
Okay,
I am an aspiring writer, author, penman, or what-have-you, so it is fairly important for me to get opinions about my writing... Unfortunately my current surroundings aren't of the best quality for someone wanting a life in literature: I live in SW missouri and around her football is the most imporant thing, it's like "read" is a four letter word, well the bad kind of four letter word anyway.
I do have a creative writing club at the highschool but most of the criticism isnt constructive, its always "I like the flow", "I like the Idea", or "That's original" which is, as some of you may know, not helpful.
So I am hoping to present my ideas, and maybe snips of my writing, in this thread, and get some opinions. And I've been here long enough to know that the opinions I get will, for the most part, be helpful and to my advantage to have.
Okay! Here we go:
First off, I've been working on this story for maybe two weeks, mostly writing it during school; lunch free class periods, etc. It's called "Demon Eyes" or "Her Black Wings"(I haven't decided yet) Anyway, It takes the first person perspective of a man(respectively named "I"), during an unspecified date and leads the reader through his pilgrimage of becoming something unknown to himself. He gives his accounts of his slave life under his mistress, who is a demon(or a succubus) and the evil deeds she has him commit. Little does he know with each bit of skin he tears he sells tiny bits of his soul to Lucifer.
I'll include a little bit below, let me set it up first: I really like to write a poem in pre-reflection of the story to be read, giving the reader a clever rhyme as a sort of synopsis.
Demon Eyes
Her yellow eyes are evil and eerie
The demoness comes out to me
Am I a monster or just some sort of freak
I'm really nothing but a slave unto her magic
Operation steal your every dream
I cannot believe anything I see
I'm changing, I can feel it every moment
Is it for better or for worse?
It starts like a kiss and ends like a curse
The runes on my flesh begin to glow
Am I Demon? I need to know.
Secondly I have "Nike A Go Go", this story is based loosely on the Misfits song of the same title. This story again takes the perspective of a male character named Benjamin, or "Me" rather.(he uses me instad of I since he is less refined.)
Nike A Go Go takes place in a post apocalyptic world where the earth has been more-or-less dried up(Earth on Menopause as Nike likes ot call it). It the first hand accounts of Benjamin living with Nike, who happens to be a highly advanced type of cyborg, and their partners in a small base in the middle of Chicago, which is a desert. The short stories I've been working on at first kind of center around Nike and her sex life, and the fact that she is a dominant nymphomaniac.
In this story I didn't bother to write a poem, because Glenn Danzig did it so well I never felt the need to rewrite it:
Nike A Go Go
It's a missile girl
In a missile world
Human tongue feels aluminum-plate
Check systems now
Death machine and man in love
Tracking system checks out pulse, all systems go
Rocket-blast fury with a manual sex-drive
It's a missile girl
With a long white face
A missile girl, well
Nike is her name
You remember it
Deadlier than any girl on any world
Nike be good
Nike be everything woman's not
Nike take my life along with yours
It's a missile girl
With a long white face
It's a missile girl, well
Nike is the name remember it
Go go
Nike take my life along with yours
Go go
Third I have "A Man Named Anger" which is a story loosely based on me: a young man growing up in a world with a lot of hate and anger in his heart. Unfortunately for him he doesnt see the error of his ways before it's too late. The story is told in the third person perspective and follows Edward Anger. Edward is the lead singer of a band, a dropout, and a drug addict(which is a far cry from myself, the dropout and drugaddict part that is.)
A Man Named Anger
Let his day begin
Let his fury fly
Let his fist curl up
Light the fire in his mind
He is Anger
He's an angry man
He starts a fight
Whenever he can
He's got a low self opinion
He likes to lash out
When it nags at his mind
He stands up and shouts
He punishes himself
He does what he doesnt want
But when he lashes out
He lets his anger taunt
He takes it out
He puts it on the streets
He's looking for a weakling
One he could eat
When someone breathes
His anger flies
When you look at him wrong
A piece of him dies
What do you get?
For such reckless hate
A metal little box
One you can never escape.
Okay, that's all I have for now!
Please give me comments, give my criticism, I cn take it! I need it!
Thanks in advanced,
Josh Dodson