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GLP Writer's Group?

 
C.C. Corry
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08/18/2011 06:21 PM
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GLP Writer's Group?
There HAS to be a few hundred writers lurking these darkened hallways...

What about a group to share work, critique and network with all like minded and KOOKY people.

If you're into it IM me and we'll go from there...

I'll start off...

What is the first thing that comes to your mind after you read into this visual?

Enjoy,
C.C.


Into the crisp morning air, great plumes of smoke shot from snarled and drooling mouths, like a pack of wolves boring down on their prey.

“Stay alert, stay alive!” This warrior’s mantra echoed in the darkness and shuddered through every shivering soul, as the wolves paced the muddied field.

“Push up!” They barked as the rain fell steadily in the darkness.

“Down!” The wet earth never tasted so good.

“Up, Down!” “Stay alert, stay alive!” “Stay alert, stay alive!” I still feel the hard drops of rain in my eyes; so cold, they felt like tiny little punches on your face and head.

“Stay alert, stay alive!” “Stay alert, stay alive!” The soldiers’ bellows of delight echo through the valley, singing a song of triumph over pain and misfortune.

“More Drill Sergeants, more!” They cry in glee.

“Up, Down!” “Up, Down!” The rain turns into biting hail and the pain becomes extraordinary, but the troops are delighted by the sudden change in weather. The message has been pounded home. “More, more!” The song continues.

“Up, down, up, down, up, down, up, down!” “Stay alert, stay alive!” “Stay alert, stay alive!” I hear it in my dreams. I’m still alive.
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08/18/2011 06:56 PM
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A fresh recruit with shiny sword in hand,
eagerly awaits to honorably defend his land.
Loyal to the King and he is so faithfully blind,
oblivious to the double-edged battle within his mind.
Three months in he is chipper as could be,
new ventures, fresh recruit, his sword so shiny.

Golden coins and idols from exotic places,
fresh foods, distinct women with beautiful faces.
Medals and awards; tokens of his courageous assistance,
he sports them; a badge of his avid persistence.
Six months in he is proud and full of reason,
Yet ignorant, he stands with a blade, perfected seasoned.

The soldiers' duty -- is to mind his eyes away,
like the King's dolls -- he is a toy for child's play.
Do his bidding's, there is no virtue nor vile,
but surely does he place his mind on trial.
At nine months he fears the burden upon his soul,
slowly awakening, The soldiers' sword lacks control.

A hero's treasures: broken families and torn scriptures,
Shattered sacred sculptures, tattered holy pictures.
Murdered men, their ladies convicted to slavery,
In the King's sins, the army relishes in Evil bravery.
One year, renounced faith and broken trust,
in heavy spirits, our hero carries his sword all wrought with rust.

Loyalty battles emotions from my heart,
ripping my mind and world apart.
War is always a double-edged sword,
I say this as it is all my lost soul can afford.










I don't really write on war...not my thing :p
C.C. Corry (OP)

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08/18/2011 07:10 PM
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A fresh recruit with shiny sword in hand,
eagerly awaits to honorably defend his land.
Loyal to the King and he is so faithfully blind,
oblivious to the double-edged battle within his mind.
Three months in he is chipper as could be,
new ventures, fresh recruit, his sword so shiny.

Golden coins and idols from exotic places,
fresh foods, distinct women with beautiful faces.
Medals and awards; tokens of his courageous assistance,
he sports them; a badge of his avid persistence.
Six months in he is proud and full of reason,
Yet ignorant, he stands with a blade, perfected seasoned.

The soldiers' duty -- is to mind his eyes away,
like the King's dolls -- he is a toy for child's play.
Do his bidding's, there is no virtue nor vile,
but surely does he place his mind on trial.
At nine months he fears the burden upon his soul,
slowly awakening, The soldiers' sword lacks control.

A hero's treasures: broken families and torn scriptures,
Shattered sacred sculptures, tattered holy pictures.
Murdered men, their ladies convicted to slavery,
In the King's sins, the army relishes in Evil bravery.
One year, renounced faith and broken trust,
in heavy spirits, our hero carries his sword all wrought with rust.

Loyalty battles emotions from my heart,
ripping my mind and world apart.
War is always a double-edged sword,
I say this as it is all my lost soul can afford.










I don't really write on war...not my thing :p
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Very visual piece... Thanks!
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08/18/2011 07:12 PM
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Re: GLP Writer's Group?
You should send this stuff to the National Enquirer.

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