hi, shoftart here. i am a sophomore student of english literature. pleased to know this place :seeya:
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hi, shoftart here. i am a sophomore student of english literature. pleased to know this place :seeya:
Welcome everybody! :)
For some reason you remind me so much of my ownself a couple of years back if I haven't still managed to remain exactly the same! (yes obstinate people have difficulty growing up :p) :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Farheen
hello, i'm new and is really interested in Romanticism.. :)
Hey everyone,
I'm Victoria from Malaysia . I would say I am new to poetry though I have been writing it for quite sometime to vent some of my feelings .Hope to learn more about poetry here :).
Hai Everybody!
Its my pleasure to become a member of the Literature Network Forums. Though I joined a year back, I haven't done anything rather I don't know what this forum is all about and all for. I am working as Assistant Professor in a private University at Coimbatore, Tamilnadu, S.India. I hope to contribute to this forum in the days to come. And I expect it would help each other to share the views on literature and of literature. Have a nice time.
Regards
David
Hello peoples this is my first time here so might as well say hello.
I have been interested in writing but not sure if i can...so i will introduce myself with this short story if that is ok...then maybe i might attempt to write more....lol
But if the response is negative..maybe i will go and try the X-factor where i am garaunteed a negative response...:)
HUNTED
The Rain was thick like dripping honey poured onto the trees,my heart is racing as i brush more of the thick juice onto my coat.I try desperately to see through the dark dense forest.Moving slowly only to milk the moisture off the leaves as i brush past them. I think to myself why,why am i to be chosen.
Frightened tired,beyond pure exhaustion i know i must move forward,Keep moving i just tell myself.
Stay ahead of the game, looking in all directions,watching for this evil that hunts me.Wanting to be the hunter instead of being the hunted,hoping, so hoping the sun will go down and lead into darkness,knowing if i could just hang on that little bit more.
Soaking from head to toe i press forward through the scratching scraping brush of the deepening forest,the trees and brush posing as the enemy,just as much as being my saviour.Wanting to drown in the drenching moisture that seems to slow the very progress towards freedom. MY blood pulsing through me like a freight train gone wild.
thinking of my family,thinking of this wonderful life i have lived,thinking how could i have wandered onto this path of danger.I ask myself why did i not listen to my heart,knowing i should have just kept moving instead of taking time for a drink.
I srceam from deep within..i fear now for my mere existence.Just as i hear a branch snap against my side as i brush past,the snapping making a defening echo through the dark damp forest. The very weight of the streaming water running from my coat slowing my course, just like trying to escape the monster in a nightmare everything in slow motion.
the fallen trees becoming obstacles of an unsurmountable task.I need rest ...I need to stop...i NEED to hide from my pursurers.
BANG.. i hear a shot echo throughout the forest...i panic and i run...i run as fast as my legs will carry me...the fear suppressing all feelings of pain. I run further and faster than i ever had before...plowing my way through the wall of trees and bush.
scraping and scratching my aching body as i try to esacape the sound. i feel moisture oozing down my sides as i slow down,this is deifferent from the rain.It feels warm and thick like molasses.My legs getting weaker as i seem to be able to move no further.
I crash to the ground, as i stumble over the log strewn forest floor.I see in the dimming light the color red being pasted across my stomach.the color mixing with my soaking coat,translucent as it spreads, knowing that it is spewing from deep within my aching body. My milk of life flowing from me, knowing i am not going to be of this earth for much longer.
I hear the voices of my pursuers getting closer, I hear the laughter and glee in their voices.I am wondering why they could be so horrible in that way as my very life ebbs away from me.
I hear them making sounds of victory of being conquerers of the mighty. The darkness of death chasing me as they approach. I hear them say "This will fill the freezer for a year"
I pass away into the blackness.
ok let me know if i should just quit while i am ahead....lol
Greetings all,
Pleasurable it is to encounter so many fellow avid readers of such refined taste! Although my primary interests lie within the non-fictional subjects of history, science and philosophy, I always enjoy a great classic such as War and Peace and David Copperfield which in many cases, will feature all of the above. I look forward to many enlightened discussions and many more discoveries of a writer's world.
I am Angela, and I simply love Literature! There is so much to learn and the quotes are invaluable. I love reading and writing. I am a published poet. Playing the guitar and singing is so much fun. I have a twin that is a blessing.I am single and no children. Life is great! I am in college as an older student that has been a challenge, but worth it all! I love Debbie MComber books, History and plays.Quote:
Originally Posted by Pensive
I need an explanation of a Ben Franklin quote: "The best thing to give your enemy is forgiveness; to an opponent tolerance; to a friend, your heart; to a child, a good example; to a father, deference; to your mother, conduct that will make her proud of you; respect to yourself; to all men , charity".
Hi,
I joined this forum today and am already feeling good about it. I teach English A1 in the IB diploma programme in India. I am sure that I will be picking up tons of good ideas from all the members of the forum.
Cheers!
Chiranjeet
Hello!
I am new to this forum. I am planning a language arts lesson for 12 to 14 year kids on the topic of corporate malfeasance. Actually it's on the topic of the Bhopal Chemical disaster in 1986.
I am searching for a dramatization of that event in either an historical fiction format with characters or in the form of a play with characters. Ideally the literature would be available online.
Any ideas?
Thanks in advance for any help you send my way.
C Lindsay
:bigear:
Hello,
I'm William Propter and I am not entirely sure why I am here.
I am Cat Square, hear me roar:
meow.
I'm Terri Elders, retired psychiatric social worker and former high school English teacher, lifelong writer, editor and literary scholar. I am interested in William Dean Howells, Charles Dickens, D.H. Lawrence, Henry Miller, Emily Dickinson, Edna St. Vincent Millay, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Ian McEwan, Katherine Mansfield, and I could go on...I'm delighted to join this forum. I've worked all over the world with the US Peace Corps and am interested in the literature of developing countries, as well.
I am new here and I am looking forward to sharing ideas and knowledge and opinions.
I mostly read literature and have an aversion to fiction.
This is aquick little message as I have just becoe a member but I must dash off. I shall write more soon.
Regards to all fellow memebrs out there.
Panthesilia
Glad 2 have found this poetry forum, with so many of them shutting down.
I am an author and a poet living in, Atlanta.
I have several books published and I am now dabbling into ebooks.
I look forward 2 reading & writin on this board, thanks! :party: