Free Writing

I should probably explain this in case some of you don't know what this is.
Free writing is a style of writing... it's a bit like brainstorming. You pick up a pen(or keyboard) and you can either have frame to work with or none at all and then you just write for a set amount of time without stopping. You don't make any corrections or anything, you just write the first thing that comes to mind until you're done.

The outcome is usually a piece of unusable garbage but it's kinda fun to see what you can come up with

I do it sometimes when I'm bored and don't feel like writing something serious. It's really quite fun!

And since the forums' been a bit slow now so I thought maybe this would interest someone

Here's what I made, I corrected some misspellings and added a dot or two after I finished but beyond that it's how I thought it up so no harsh criticism please

Steps.
Sound echoing like rippled water. Grey, cold and hard.
The stage is set, let the music play.
The brass, the strings, the dance begins.

Lightning flashing across the sky, tearing it apart, freeing rain.
Falling.

A sun rises in the east colouring all red, dark red.
Quick feet, a pirouette, finding the shadow of an oak.
Lightning strikes again.

Another song, a voice, a choir.
Skipping, jumping, floating over ground.
The soft breeze bending all.
Thunder striking thrice.

Cold air, cold heart, shifting left.
A hunger so dark.
Reason and self control hiding from ghastly jaws.
A spectre.

Enter death.
A new dance, death leading.
Leading her.
The music reaches the crescendo.

Giving in.
Carried by spectral hands.
And hunger.
No hate.
No rage.
Just hunger, cold and deep.

Euphoria blending with void making colour.
Splashes of red.
The taste of copper.

And then the realization that it was over.
The beast subsiding.
Hibernating.
Awaiting the next time.

Colours fading into bleakness.
A look over the shoulder at the bodies past.
Frost in heart.
The floor coloured red.

And she was once more just Violet.
She sheathed her sword.
Her feet making wet splashes on the marble floor.


Starting out I had the idea of Violet, sword in hand, cutting her way through a room full of guards

The structure ended up a bit weird and someone (doc) pointed out it looked a bit like a poem but that's purely coincidental, I didn't try to write one


So if anyone want to try it out and maybe post the product up here I think it could be fun... Or if it's an insanely stupid idea just ignore me and pretend I never made this please

I've always wanted to give this a go! The result of the half-minute I spent writing seems very focused for free writing, and definitely reads a bit like a poem. It was pretty much a decision of mine to write about Kefalonia, since I was sorting photos from my holiday just before I embarked on this idea. I love descriptive writing, it may show. Apparently I also like alliteration.

Multitudes basking in the morning glow
Cradled in an alabaster embrace
While crystal waters paw at the earth
Shushing the noisy children
Who build ramparts amongst dozing giants.

Time snoozes under a canopy of woven grass
That promises respite from the harsh gaze of the sun
Lighthouses as white watchmen
Withstanding the breakers of aeons
Ward away a lone fishing boat
That lazily traverses the boundary between heaven and sea
The azure horizon threatening to swallow it whole.

Cicadas cry out in a chitinous cacophony
Their unending chorus giving voice to the palm trees
Standing sentry over the secluded sands.
The taste of salt and the smell of suncream on the ephemeral breeze
The heat of the sun upon my skin.
I am freedom, serenity, tranquillity, indolence.
But time marches onwards
And I already feel the pull of home.

Glad someone decided to try it It's kinda fun huh Yours was awesome!

Thanks, I'm glad you liked it. It's great fun, and interesting to see what my brain produces given free reign on a subject, and 30 seconds to produce something.

Yours is very good too, especially for a non-native english speaker. It describes Violet pretty well from what I've heard of her

Here you go gang

Those who wander in dark places
have often found enraptured faces
enduring long through time forgot,
going nowhere, remaining lost
and in the winter time they dance
men and women they skip and prance
enduring long through time forgot
see the first letters to learn what you lost

Hey this isn't to new but its a separate story i'm working on in conjunction to one of my characters. Tell me what you think, constructive criticism is always welcomed.




Little is known of Ellisias parents other then they had served the Empire at some point and were killed in the boarding action of a carrier class vessel in the Imperial navy. After sifting through the corpse of the carrier Ellisia was found along with her parents in a holding cell which no doubt ended up saving their lives from their captors as well as the assault on the ship. Unfortunately even though being in the presence of Repubilc soldiers both were killed soon after. This is a recording of the boarding action by a First Lieutenant Dean Ross and the carnage that transpired.

As they flew through space in the small drop pod designed to pierce the outer hull of ships to allow assault teams like theirs to board and neutralize enemy personnel and cripple the ship, he couldn’t help but wonder who had come up with this brilliant plan. Lieutenant Ross grinded his teeth as the pod shook while narrowly avoiding the lasers that threatened to turn them into a miniature sun. Straitening his neck and scanning the men and women who sat around him he brought up the squads comm channel.

“Alright fifteen seconds until we reach our target. Make sure you’re cocked, locked and ready to rock boys and girls because this is going to be ten kinds of hell bound in a box and it’s addressed to you and I don’t know about you but I was taught it was rude not to accept an invitation to a dance, now wouldn’t you agree.”

“Delta Team: Sir Yes Sir!”

“Damn fuckn right and were going to show them Sith SoB’s a new dance move or two now won’t we.”

“Delta Team: Sir Yes Sir!”

He smiled to himself within the confines of his helmet; it was the only place where he could show how proud he was of his team without showing them. They had come far in the years they had served together. Some of the faces may had change but this was still Delta squad his family and right now he was leading his family into another situation that would most likely end with all of them getting killed. But that was the job after all and they all knew what the cost was to serve as the elite of the elite of the Republic army as a commando and none of them regretted signing up.

Glancing up on his HUD he watched as the countdown approached zero and he shouted over the channel to his squad.

“BRACE FOR IMPACT!”

As the pod hit the hull of the carrier a terrible shriek pierced their helmets despite its sound proofing. As the pod came to a bone rattling halt the team released themselves from their harnesses. Slamming his fist against the hatch release button he dropped down into the depths of the ship while the rest of the team followed close behind.

Landing with a loud thud he raised his rifle up and sighted down his scope scanning the area for signs of opposition. A few bodies laid beneath rubble scattered across the hall as fires burned magnificently all around. As the rest of the team fanned out around him he proceeded to lead them towards the ships engine room in hopes of disabling it. As they prepared to turn a corner he slowed himself and pressed himself against the durasteel wall. Signaling for the rest of the team to stack up on his position he then leaned out behind the wall peering around the corner and just as he did a plethora of blaster bolts singed the air as he pulled himself back.

A small chuckle escaped his mouth as he smirked to himself. Damn Imperial stooges a little thing like a blaster turret isn’t going to stop us here he thought to himself.

“Dempton get your ass up here and get rid of that turret for us will yea it’s really dampening my spirits.”

At the mention of his name a rather large member of the team made his way to Ross shouldering a portable missile launcher no less. Kneeling beside Ross he leaned around the corner only exposing himself as little as possible before squeezing off two shots. The missiles flared for a split second before reaching the end of the hall and with a flash of light engulfed everything in its fiery blaze. Peeking around the corner once more the once unmarked and polished walls and floor were now scorched and blackened. Charred bodies lay across the floor around where the turret had once been. Leading with his rifle he turned the corner completely and proceeded down the hall where a pair of double sliding doors awaited. Upon reaching the doors it was evident the missiles had detonated upon making contact with the doors twisting them out of shape and bending them inwards. Shaking his head he signaled for a member of his squad to plant a thermal charge to clear the doors.

“Alice you sweet girl, think you could do me a quick favor?”

Alice: “It’s always quick with you Sir.”

He shook his head as members of the squad laughed silently into their helmets as Alice prepared the thermal charge. Stacking up around the door they waited for his signal to blow the charges.

“Alright you little fireball get to the back of the stack.”

Tapping the control pad on his wrist the thermal charge detonated blowing the doors outward into the next room. Glancing around the door frame he expected to be greeted with a warm welcome of blaster fire but was pleasantly surprised to see not but one but
two men garbed in black robes. Stepping out where the two men could see him he held his rifle at the ready and cocked his head to the side.

“Eh you two wouldn’t by any chance be thinking of letting me and my squad through now would yea?”

Igniting their lightsabers they made their answer clear.

“Alright so be it but don’t say that I didn’t give you boys a fair chance.”

Raising his rifle he reached under the barrel gripping the grenade launcher and pulled the trigger. As the shaped charge hurtled through the air towards the two both men jumped out of the way as the grenade round hit where they had stood just moments ago and as both began to regroup the rest of Ross’s squad entered and brought their rifles to bare. It was evident the two men were not high ranking sith most likely initiates at most as they were subsequently torn apart despite their best efforts to deflect the combined efforts of the teams blaster fire.

Turning towards the rest of the squad he signaled for them to fan out and secure the engine room. Just as he himself approached a set of control consoles he was thrown through the air and skidded to a halt upon hitting the floor. Two members of his squad were quickly dispatched by a man with a double sided lightsaber which he handled with the utmost skill. The layers of his robes swirling around him as he cut down another member of his squad before anyone even realized what was happening. Dempton and Alice rushed over to Ross’s side and while Alice helped him back on his feet Dempton fired off two missiles towards the Sith lord. Before even reaching their destination one of the missiles stopped mid air and imploded while the other flew on course and impacted feet away from the man. Dropping the missle launcher and raising his blaster pistol Dempton switched to his thermals and scanned the area through the smoke caused by the missiles explosions.
The rest of the team followed suit and spotted movement on the rafters and catwalks above the engine room but nothing more. Looking about he called for a head count as he made his way to the control console once more preparing to disable the ships main power drive. As he typed in a few choice commands and broke through the systems firewalls he called for a head count.

Alice: “003 checking in”

Dempton: “012 checking in”

Fredrich: “015 checking in”

Clare: “007 checking in”

Fredrich: “026 and 034 are KIA…028 is WIA but stable Sir.”

“Alright patch me through to Zeta, Omega and Gamma teams Fredrich.”

Fredrich: “Understood Sir.”

“This is First Leiutenant Ross we have a Sith Lord on board the carrier Captain advise you watch your backs.”

Cpt.Tarlleta: We’ve seized control of the bridge; Omega and Gamma have reported similar success on their objectives as well as securing the package. Don’t worry Lieutenant we can handle one Saber Jockey. If he shows himself but I’m getting reading that an escape pod launched just moments before we took hold of the bridge. I would suspect your Sith friend is on board”

“Understood how many casualties did we sustain ma’am.”

Cpt.Tarlleta: “In total seventeen, twelve killed and five wounded, two of which are in critical condition…It also appears we’ve picked up some extra baggage along with the initial package.”

‘Well you know how I love surprises Helen so let’s hear it.”

Cpt.Tarlleta: “The man’s family is with him apparently they took them hostage as to get him to reveal what intelligence he smuggled to us. Gammas has them in custody and are escorting them to the hangar bay we are to remain on standby until reinforcements arrive.”

“Understood ma’am over and out”

Turning back towards his team he walked over and examined the bodies of 026 and 034 shaking his head.

“I hope this was all worth it…”

Just as he turned away a blast of static came in threw Gamma squads channel along with the incoherent yells of men in battle accompanied by the sounds of blaster fire and the whir of a lightsaber.

Gamma Team Commando: “Fuck Fuck Fuck FUCK!!! Die you son of!!!...”
The line is cut off as another member of Gamma Team speaks on a open frequency.

Gamma Team Commando: Staff Seargent Kendell is down get the package out of here damn it! This is Trooper 022 we are under attack by an unknown assailant most likely the Sith Lord Delta team encountered. We are calling for immediate support we have diverted down a service hatch with package in tow. We are making our way to the hanger via these coordinates recommend intercept at these points.

Cpt.Tarlleta: This is Captain Tarlleta Delta team I want you to move in to support Gamma team they have suffered heavy casualties I am streaming the coordinates for intercept to your HUDs. I want you to execute this mission with the utmost certainty make sure that damned Sith doesn’t get a chance to set foot off this ship.

“Ma’am I thought the package was the priority?”

Cpt.Tarlleta: We have the package already or what we needed from the package
Lieutenant do not worry about the finer details and make your way to the intercept point.

“Yes Ma’am”

I haven't been on much in ages but I'm not sure how I missed Quaestor Totekem's post since that was ages ago Really nice one I think

Zerstoren I'm not sure if you perhaps misunderstood the thread,which is kinda easy I suppose 'cus of the title... I probably should have called it Speed Writing which is another name of it but I went with the name used in the wikipedia article I linked just for simplicity and forgot to type into the introductory part. I mean criticism on pure brainstorming is a bit pointless Still since you posted it I might as well comment (even it it's way late).

I liked it. I mean it's obviously well written and the pacing is great (I tend to get bogged down with descriptions and mushy details like that), dialogue is nice. Don't really have any criticism really nothing stood out as strange or out of place really except for the Sith Initiates but that's just my personal bias against killing of force sensitives



So I have a Speed/free writing piece I wrote a while ago and sent it to a friend and then I kinda forgot about it. I thought I might as well add it amongst the others here. Misspelled words have been editted (it's kinda hard to hit the keys in the right order when you're spamming out what.... 40 words a minute? ) Otherwise it's intact... Made up the story as I went which is why it has some strange pacing and plain randomness all over it

Little Blue Bird

Once upon a time in a land far far away there was a man, hailing from a city made of crystal glass. He was a hunter renown throughout the lands. Snow was falling steadily throughout the lands yet Hunter made no sound, as he stalked for his prey. With net and spear he caught critters and beasts alike, whatever he could find. For creatures in these lands where not like those familiar to you and I, they were clever, oh so clever. But none matched Hunter's wit and skill. He caught the quick rabbits, the vicious bears and the cunning foxes with an ease that bored him and was rewarded handsomely. For the city, made of crystal glass, was starving eternal winter nibbling away at their supplies. But this day Hunter, in the midst of his boredom heard a distant sound not unlike song but a hundred times purer breaking silence in the snow covered valley. The melodies were clear and painted the black and white landscape in wonderful colour as it rose in volumes. Hunter was still with shock and then the song faded into nothing from which it had appeared and left an emptiness in his heart. He started running, the heavy snow reached him to his knees but he kept running even as he fell just got back up and ran again. He made it into a clearing and that's where he first saw it, the creature as perfect as it's voice, soaring high above his head. It was small, hardly larger than a squirrel with the colour of the sky under which it sailed. Awestruck Hunter fell to his knees and marvelled as the creature circled once before landing softly a mere meter before him. He was afraid to move, afraid to scare the gentle creature that carried the voice of angels yet he couldn't help that quivering in his heart that slowly, impossibly slowly drained everything else away. It's name was Bird he realized and it was unlike anything he had seen before. Hunter held out his hand and the creature looked at him quizzically as he begged it “Sing for me, sing for me once more”. Bird didn't answer him and he begged it again “I'll give you anything!” and the bird hopped into his hand.

The gates of the city, made of crystal glass, slowly opened and as Hunter entered the city, made of crystal glass, he saw the crowd that had gathered. These last few weeks had been dire indeed and the people eagerly awaited his return and the fruit of his trappings. The very king himself was standing at a podium, made of crystal glass, to give his welcome among all the rest. But this time Hunter brought one Little Bird to the city, made of crystal glass.

The king asked him “Where's you catch good Hunter?” and smiled on his podium of crystal glass “The people are starving and we've eagerly awaited your return!”. But Hunter looked around the crowd and answered “Today I caught only Little Bird”. He held up the creature who fluttered it's wings and took to the air circling high above the stunned crowd and even higher above the walls of crystal glass. Amazed the king stared as Little Bird of Blue landed once more in Hunter's open palms. He looked at Hunter with awestruck eyes and told him “This is truly a wonderful creature you have caught Hunter” but soon his face fell into sad scepticism and he addressed the man once more “But does it not to you, look a little small to eat?”. Hunter took one, two steps back in horror and gave his scared response “Little Bird is not to eat!” as he covered Little Bird with his hand. The king now with a puzzled gave his question “If not to eat then what?” to which Hunter answered “To sing my king, oh Little Bird can sing” his eyes with stars and voice with quiver. The king was puzzled once again “Sing you say let's hear it!” on his face the disbelief was clear. Hunter swallowed looking down on Little Bird of Blue “Sing my dear” he whispered “Oh sing I beg you sing”. But Little Bird said not a tweet and silence fell anew in the city, made of crystal glass.

Hunter took more stumbling steps, tired yet again, he scaled the tower's stairs, made of crystal glass. He had tried to tell them all, he'd tried to tell the king, yet none of them believed 'til Little Bird would sing. They'd locked her in the tower scared that she'd take flight, feared she'd be a spirit that would bring them endless night. But night was long already and Hunter feared them not, he'd hear the song of Little Bird and his will faltered not. He carried himself and hand and feet up the last few steps and now atop the highest spire, he now saw his angel, in a cage of glass.
He had come to her every day and each night ever since that day and each day and every night be begged and begged again. Every night he begged it until daylight broke anew. Yet Little Bird was silent yet and didn't say a tweet no song sung and no melody played. He brought it food and brought it flower, picked from the highest mountain that outscaled even the spires, made of crystal glass yet nothing would appease, the Little Bird of Blue. Hunter worked harder and harder, every day he brought something new and wonderful yet nothing worked. Meanwhile the king was growing impatient Hunter's trapping brought less and less while the people starved. The song was never heard of yet Hunter was hunting less and less spending all his time atop the highest spire, made of crystal glass. The king shook his head. A spirit he did see, a daemon a wisp, a fey trapping Hunter feeble mind. It was evil, that he knew and poor, possessed Hunter was in dire need of saving, lest his soul be lost in vain.

As dawn broke the land in two and made the city blaze, reflecting in the crystal glass. The king made his decision and gathered all the men, that lived with the city, made of crystal glass. And in the royal hall, also made of glass the gathered men looked up to him he took the podium, made of crystal glass. His voice was strong and loud, echoing to all and he spoke the word he knew where true “Little Bird must die”. He eyed his men and saw no fear or hesitation so with a sigh, he stepped down and led the men out. “To the highest spire!” he ordered “Hunter must be saved!” he yelled “The Daemon has him taken” the crowd echoed.

Up in the highest spire, made of crystal spire, Little Bird was still, staring onto Hunter who was begging still “Sing” he whispered, his voice spent, he tried again but his words were lost. In silence his lips yet moved tears in his eyes for Little Bird was very cruel who set hunger in his heart. Up the stair there were sounds and something new stirred in his heart, this time it was terror. He knew the people hungered, he knew how it consumed and his heart stirred once more, this time it was sadness. Hunter crawled onto his feet and met the king as he reached the final step, on the stairs of glass. “Step aside!” the king ordered with a blade of crystal glass “the Little Bird must die!”. The King looked Hunter in the eye but what there was was hollow and not the Hunter man. With his blade he struck, lamenting his friend as crystal glass drew blood, atop the flight of stares. The King spared not a moment, taking quick strides to the cage yet as his sword had yet to strike a song filled the air. A sound most beautiful and pure that made skies cries and heavens bleed, that made earth quiver and water freeze. A song to paint a black and white world in most wonderful colour and made the hearts of men free of hunger and full of warmth. As the King lowered his sword and fell to knees the song yet rose to crescendo still wonderful and pure. Soon all the living people came running to the spire, rushing up the stair to the song of Little Bird. The song rose even higher to the tops of every mountain and now finally it shattered the spire, made of crystal glass. The spire and the city, made of crystal glass all shattered in a heart and it's sliver's pierce the ground. Exploding with fantastic force they tore the King asunder. The people fell and bled under Blue Bird's song yet she sang with heart's delight for many moments more, and when she the fell silent the city was no more .

Spring followed and the valley in which there had once been a great city, made of crystal glass there was no a seemingly endless plain a grass and beyond that forest and beyond that mountains and beyond them there was nothing. Nothing made of crystal glass.


A bit long I know but thanks for reading