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Bibliomancy (Frankenstein) Poetry

Personally don't like calling it a "bibliomancy" poem so I call it a Frankenstein poem (which is more fitting anyway). Basically what we did was pick out random books of our liking from the library and turn them into poems by doing like randomizers to tell the line and paragraph and page and stuff. I made a couple because they're really really fun to make. Here they are!:

1 (Vampire Smell)

In spite of the thick snow now covering every landmark,

The vampire holds the stake in the air.

“What about people?”

“What's that smell?”

That stupid guidance counselor isn’t gonna shut up about it,

I’m enough like her to understand.

(books used: FLCL, Go For It Nakamura, Howl’s Moving Castle, Toilet Bound Hanako-kun 4, Wayward Son, The Ickabog)

2 (Conversation)

“I’d be halfway to Porthaven in two strides!” she said as she emptied the pan of eggs.

“I don’t know, better ask Neil”

The dog-man sat down on Michael’s feet, staring tragically.

“Since he's an evil demon” one of the boys said, “he’ll lose his life”

Her eyes were on that white light,

The blackened name when we first set up the castle.

(Book used: Howl’s Moving Castle)

3 (Experiments)

“Good for you!

N.O. utilizes the right and left brain thought processes”

Like it’ll do him any good.

He quietly left the museum.

(Toilet Bound Hanako-kun 4 and FLCL)

#silly #original writing #fun #experimental #conversation #vampire #vampire writing #original poety #poetry #words words words #napomo

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Why is tumblr's algorithm kinda stupid

#shitpost #random thoughts

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Trains - Object Assignment

An object assignment where we had to make a story related to an object. I'm not really proud of mine, its kinda cringe, but whatever.

Trains

The first train station was created in 1807, it was called The Mount on the Oystermouth Railway. 

It is located in Swansea, Wales.

Even if they have been ignored for the past 30 years- ever since cars were available more widely and just generally used more often- trains have still been the most environmentally reasonable way to transport goods and people.

Did you know that recently, drones have been used to direct trains from place to place?

Trains have cruise control.

Rocket boosters help make trains faster

Thomas the Train is one of the highest grossing kids shows to ever exist.

Karnataka, India has the longest platform and Grand Central Terminal in New York has the most platforms, making it the largest train station in the world.

Train Station…

Everything is dark. I can’t see anything. The only senses that still work are hearing and smell. It smells like rotten water. Whatever that smells like anyway. I can hear the subway rolling past, but I can’t see it. I can't see anything. Everything is dark. It goes silent once again. Whenever I hear the subway I yell for help but nothing responds except for my scream and the rubbing of the subway beginning to die down. Whenever I hear this yell I return to it with a “Hello is anyone there?” and they respond “hello is anyone there?” I wish they would stop repeating my words. Everything is dark and it's silent again. I can’t see anything. Everything smells rotten. All I can hear is my breathing and the occasional train shooting past. I can’t see anything though. Everything is dark again. Everything is silent. I yell for help but nothing responds except for my own voice, “Help! Please, anyone!” Everything is dark. I can’t see anything.

#trains #story #writing #short story #original writing #my writing

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Corpse Writing Excersize

A paper would be passed around and we would each write a sentence or two, then the original writer would edit the writing to make it make sense. Here was mine!

Oliver loved the color red. This was because he was normal. As normal as can be. Sure, he loved a lot of things: grapes, playing catch, picking berries, hugging trees, but what he loved more than anything else was the color red. At the moment, he was peeking out at the magnificent sculptures from his hiding place behind the clock tower. He admired how the giant iron bodies reached out toward the sky or danced in among the grass. He thought how amazing it was that they had been built thousands of years ago and amazing how people were thinking and feeling the same things as he was as he glanced at the sculptures.

Something he often wondered behind the clocktower, was if people thought the same way about the sculptures. Did they see them for their true beauty? Or did they just see them as a symbol of wealth in a capitalist society? He knew both were true to some degree, and it both saddened him and excited him. He often wondered if one day he wouldn’t feel so alone, but somewhere in the back of his head he knew that would never happen.

“Why would you ever think that you would be viewed as anything more than a poor boy with a useless dream?” He would tell himself. He often looks up at the sky and thinks to himself “what does the color purple taste like?” to “am I going insane?” 

Then, at the end of the day, he would go back home, the woman working that day would scold him for being out too long, and he would rush to bed. Instead of going to sleep though, he would think and dream about the sculpture of the woman with the bow, always about to tip over, or the boy reading a book, “what book was he reading?” Oliver would think out loud accidentally. But all in all, he was happy with the clock tower and gazing at the sculptures from afar.

#writing #original writing #young writer #creative writing #creative thinking