This is a peice of work i did while i was free flowing. Those unfamiliar with the term, free flow is when you write whatever comes to mind, non-stop, for a set amount of time. I have not edited this, nor do i intend to, and i'm not really sure if i'll finish it.

So, here it is, tell me what you think ^_^:


Running. I know not from what. Whatever this evening brings maybe. If only I knew, if only it had come later. The Introduction of the night had no meaning until now, no philosophy to base upon its meaningless culture. The Prologue was of cotton candy and 3 star restaurants along the west side of the beach. The conclusion was the drunken, bitter sweet taste of Deaths Kiss. And it happened in this night. The fathoms of the legions of the death are fearful of his return, and are anxious to stop him.
Walking. I know not where to. My destination is as aimless as a blind man, and hunkering down into the sewage drean, too feel what its like to have a home. In the bitter persuit for that place of warmth, a building rises out of the mists like the rubber bathtoy of a giant in a hot tub. On its mystic, arch cloven veins is a sign with many neon signals.
"Absters" it says, and what a queer name. None for the meaning of the name, do I know and wondering into its abstract sized doors. A bizzare set of signs follows, ones not written in the flashing neon of the abstract buiolding. A barkers den, of which has been run down and used for the pleasures of the sexually aware beheld my almost useless eyes. Smells of bourbon, scotch, and beer scented the air and more neon signs lit the cracked, water-stained walls. Liquor bottles were scattered on the tables, floor and stage. A sad place, a Lonely place, a once thriving place used for the excitements of men dreaming of better days.
A poster nearby: "Tonight, devils in the stardom" writ upon it. Strange poster, even stranger picture: An old, stereo-typical devil with an unstereo-typical hell- like background. The words entertwined to make flames, and in turn, the flames spelled out letters.
"The gods have chosen us, this chosen faithful. In the name of Samael all will be cleansed for the reurn of paradise." The letters formed by the flames made a questioning turn from its owners subject: "innocent." It proclaimed at its highest.
Walking, running, sprinting, this isn't the place I was looking for. Back into the shroud, hidden and safe. None the wiser was I to turn and run.

That’s not bad. It seems like your mind is very organized and prolific to pop something like that out in a free flow. It seems like you write the way you talk and you keep a pretty good handle on things.

Why don’t you write us a piece of your best writing, so we can get a true feel of what your writing is like. Then we can try our best to help your improve you skills.

Alright :D I'll probably try later, its kinda late here... ^_^

Very good! If that's your free-flowing thoughts, you're true writing must be brilliant.

actually, i have precious little writen, as i get too frustrated if i think that the story is turning out crappy. Which happens a lot :unsure: When i write, i try to go for the more poetic side of writing. Something like poe maybe :unsure: I'm too much of a critic when it comes to my work ^_^

You can never be too critical of your own work - you'll still be more considerate than publishers!

And if you're having trouble developing a story, that's what we're here for!! Besides, the poetic style of Poe isn't very common nowadays - you might be able to make a name for yourself;)

That would be great! ^_^

I have decided to try (notice the italics) to write some more of it, maybe this time think it out more, though.

Its great, Hugh! :)

My writing is almost free flow. I have a basic plot line though, but most of the stuff just comes to me :)
I like writing like that ^_^
It rawks!

Yes, it really shows how creative you are ^_^

Each time I look over your free flow it makes me want to see what you can really do more and more. I can’t wait to see what you come up with.