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27 April 2012 @ 09:42 am

Hi! I'm looking for a person/people who might be willing to read my short story and give me some feedback, I'm a creative writing major and this story is to be sent out for publishing for my final in a week. I'm still fleshing it out and adding some transitional sentences but it's pretty much finished. Here's some info on it if you're interested.

Aiden's Heart
Word Count: 5000+
Aiden has just graduated high school, he's been accepted into the college of his choice, and he's getting a chance to get away from the boy he's in love with. Then Zac, the best friend he's ever had gets accepted too. Aiden's happy for him, expect Zac just so happens to be the boy he loves.
Warning: Scene of homophobia/gay bashing.

Current Mood: creativecreative
Current Music: Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na)--My Chemical Romance
07 April 2012 @ 10:22 pm
help with a short story? not sure if it's going anywhere... suggestions, comments, criticism would be very appreciated.

01. I first fell in love with a boy made of matches. The smoky sweetness entranced me, as did the risk. But one day, I got a little too close.

At first there was just a spark, but soon he erupted into flames, beautiful, radiant, terrible. Glowing like nothing I had ever seen. The shyness and the caution were replaced with passion and a pure, fiery joy.

But after a moment, it was all over. I was left with nothing but silence and a pile of ash.

02. I once loved a boy made of glass. That did not end well either.

03. I fell in love with a boy made of steel. He seemed to be everything I was looking for: sturdy, strong, shiny. But he was as cold as ice.
06 March 2012 @ 04:10 pm
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07 July 2011 @ 12:09 pm

Today, the pen is in command

And I am the slave.  

Move. It says, and I find myself

Filling in the canvas

With splattered ink

No thoughts attached.

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What is Critique_Circle?
Critique_Circle is a critique and resource sharing group for intermediate and advanced level fiction writers. Membership is by invitation or application only (although anyone can watch the public posts).

Why join?
Critique_Circle helps writers by sharing resources and offering critiques. In addition, giving critiques is a great way to learn to become a better writer.

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To apply, please PM Mutive with a short sample of your writing (~500-3,000 words) and a few sentences on why you want to join. I will post your application to the community, and should get back to you within a week as to the status of your application.

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25 March 2011 @ 12:39 am
 A beautiful soul alone in the rain,
drowning in puddles, struggling for sane.
A soft spoken voice floating lost in the trees,
its fragile hopes carried by the breeze.
A halfhearted smile sitting perched on a ledge,
To only be swallowed where the sea meets the edge.
A faded picture of a girl, once so strong.
Tattered with loss, hurt so young, hurt so wrong.
02 March 2011 @ 12:16 am

In a villa in Sydney
on a garden blanket
with massive boulders of goodness
pinning down the corners of your quilt,
you become a floral madman
hitch-hiking on a bluejay
dropped into a popped volcano.
You are defined
as mentally ill
accurately enough to lose weight,
accurately enough to be the former of yourself
and never recover.
Irregular function,
dented brass,
lifted torch
and tunnel. You man
are the bungy jumping feather weight
in a bad dream hotbed.

23 December 2010 @ 12:13 am
hear and exchange ideas, possibly build upon some of the ones I've been working on as well.

Thanks in advance.

Name's Billy.

x-posted, also.

If this inappropriate, don't worry about it, just do what you need to do.
09 December 2010 @ 04:09 pm
Hi, I'm applying to a creative writing course at university and my favourite uni has requested samples of my writing, so it's really important that I make this perfect. Constructive criticism is my best friend. Please rip it apart, be picky, let me know what you think. Thanks!

“Long Distance” - draft one

“Can’t you just stay?” I ask.
“I’ll be back again before you know it,” you say, looking down at me, forcing a smile.
Another month apart. The time spreads out before us. It is cold, so cold that it’s infiltrating this moment, its fingers brushing down our spines, filling us with sadness and despair.
I look at you, stare hard, trying to drink your image in, demanding more, more, more of my eyes. I just want to make these final seconds really count, to really appreciate you while I still have you...
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26 November 2010 @ 08:05 am
like all things

Time mocks me from the nightstand
red eyes glaring
while I cling to this warm body,
as a last breath
inhaling pretty ideals
that soon die
like roses on a kitchen table
with each drop of morning light.
The last breath
of a lover’s sigh
not yet broken
by dawn
by the ways of waking
to the absence of living.

This moment will vanish
enduring only as a memory
which, too, will dissolve
like all things stolen
by my constant rival
on the nightstand.

(This has been sitting on my hard drive for awhile.  Not sure what to do with it.  I put it down and come back to it every few weeks or so.  I've looked at it too many times and it needs fresh eyes.  Feedback appreciated.)