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Creative Writing, Poetry, Arts & Crafts, and Other Creations Thread

OK, so it may be a joke, but if not... is it really that easy to ban something? If so...

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If this actually works somehow, you're welcome.

where did you find that ,,,, mmm or was it something you put together .. I like the black rectangle on the virus image.. good copy effect.
 
DA's April Fools 'jokes' have gotten increasingly strained in recent years. They really need to give it a break.

Debating posting another little story here. Been working on a connected series of short stories for a few months now - currently on the thirteenth - and a few of them would work well enough alone, and are board-safe...
 
DA's April Fools 'jokes' have gotten increasingly strained in recent years. They really need to give it a break.

Debating posting another little story here. Been working on a connected series of short stories for a few months now - currently on the thirteenth - and a few of them would work well enough alone, and are board-safe...

Definitely worth it. When my new laptop arrives, I'll be sharing a few of my own.
 
where did you find that ,,,, mmm or was it something you put together .. I like the black rectangle on the virus image.. good copy effect.

Yes, it was something I put together, trying to copy the one you posted as closely as possible. When I read your post it just came to mind that there was something I would certainly like to see banned... :)
 
Friday.
Last leg, final fray,
Two days, back again.
Week through, the clock it wanes.
Einstein knee, relative rains.
The days they move like snails at dusk.
I must trust in my lust for a mightier deed,
A fantastic career, heavenly leer
And mostly an absence of fear,
Although right now I’m still here.

The day is in the foreground.
I work dreams in the background.
Menial tasks, don’t ask.
Times pass. Joy last.

Bask in a new sound.
 
this is all computer AI generated=

but what will you give me?
what will I have to give in order to gain
i say to you
you said to the other world
that you didn't think you'd come back
so i'll show you
just how afraid i am
I'm not blind, i just want to see my wife
the illness that is beginning to haunt me
seem to have a mind of its own
my mother, my beautiful one, she must have abandoned me
yes, it is true
i'm sure of it
what is this?
what are you doing?
what are you looking at?
you look at me like that
i don't look like you think i should
look at me like that
you feel you should leave

OK using this AI poetry like writing program.. I entered a few things.. then the AI would output these words in response. the first bit of words here in bold were from a previous output from the AI and then the new unbold words are what it reacted in output to the words.. anyway it is a neat thing of like== instant poetry or prose essay things and stuff.-- it is interesting.== the link below==

https://talktotransformer.com/
 
Friday.
Last leg, final fray,
Two days, back again.
Week through, the clock it wanes.
Einstein knee, relative rains.
The days they move like snails at dusk.
I must trust in my lust for a mightier deed,
A fantastic career, heavenly leer
And mostly an absence of fear,
Although right now I’m still here.

The day is in the foreground.
I work dreams in the background.
Menial tasks, don’t ask.
Times pass. Joy last.

Bask in a new sound.

Dang that auto-correct. Haha That’s meant to read: ...”Einstein knew”...
 
Is there a sun tomorrow?
Will it rise up to shine on the world?
Can it make it's way to this side of day?
What do we do when it's not going to be in the sky as usual?
We may only be able to pull all the stars of night together for light so many times.
Is that needed again a single sun to shine again?
With all our efforts to make the sun rise from the bottom of the sea can it be?
Just one more time to light the sky on fire.
Break the night at dawn on this day, if it may.
Still and simple for the light to separate from darkness.
Be the sun and know your sky is different from yesterday.
Because it is.
 
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I'd love to do a collaboration with someone, preferably in the form of a story, but perhaps artwork too.
What kind of collaboration?

I've collaborated on TNG parodies (fanfic) and filksongs.

Anyway, this session of Camp NaNoWriMo is nearly over for me. I have 1090 words left to go before reaching my word count goal. That means I could finish tonight or tomorrow, depending on how much I feel like writing tonight (the daily goal is 500 words).
 
What kind of collaboration?

I've collaborated on TNG parodies (fanfic) and filksongs.

Anyway, this session of Camp NaNoWriMo is nearly over for me. I have 1090 words left to go before reaching my word count goal. That means I could finish tonight or tomorrow, depending on how much I feel like writing tonight (the daily goal is 500 words).

You'll have to give us a sneak pic of your work!

Collaboration-wise, anything really - stories, art, that kind of thing. I'm not sure if I'd be any good at parody, but I'm opeb to trying new stuff.
 
Parody is how most of my Star Trek fanfic turns out. I may start with the intention of it being serious, but it takes the proverbial wrong turn at Albuquerque, and there it goes.
 
Ok, I've worked on this all I can. Might as well throw it out there.
This is my first... call it a multimedia tale? I think it works best if one listens to the song while reading the story.
Ok, not so much a story as a scene. A tiny bit of a larger whole that may, someday, come into focus and allow me to tell the rest of it. That would be nice for a change.

This is a world where superhumans exist.

ONE THING.
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You’re a fool. She will NEVER love you.


I know.

She has given herself to another. Freely and entirely. And YOU… you’ve gone down the Dark Road too far. Done too much. You are a monster. Figuratively. LITERALLY. You can never be worthy of her.

I know. But…

What?

She saved me.

Idiot. She’s an ANGEL. Saving people is what they DO. It’s the OPPOSITE of what YOU do, you might remember.

No, that’s just it. She saved ME. When was the last time I was PEOPLE?

Hh...

Grace is not just any Angel, she’s the living embodiment of forgiveness. And she saved ME.

I just said, that’s what they d-

Why would a creature entirely and only concerned with forgiveness, save the unforgiveable?

It took her all of five seconds. She could have done it as an afterthought!

You know the tales as well as I do. The Spirits came to Scrooge - as they came to all the others - because he had a chance to escape his fate. Not a chance he’d earned, but a chance given to him. The possibility of a different path still existed, but the only way to travel it was to understand that he didn’t deserve it. And change anyway.

What if I changed? What if I gave it all up? The War, the power, the fire and the killing, what if I just…stopped? I don’t serve a master. I don’t do this as a job, or a sworn duty, or bullshit like that. I did it because I wanted to. What if I didn’t want to anymore?

Don’t you?

Well… yes. I didn’t say it would be easy.

Ha! Impossible would be more honest. You? I’ve seen mountain ranges that change faster than you. You don’t have that much time. If you give it up, you think all your enemies will just go away?

No. Listen, I know it. It will hurt. I’ll probably fail. Hell, I admit it. I’m almost certainly fucked. There’s like fifty thousand ways this could all end horribly.

No shit.

But what if?

You gain NOTHING. I say it again, you will never be with her. She will never be yours. You will never be hers. You might, maybe, in the best of all possible words, not DIE if you go through with this. But THAT goal? Not possible in ANY universe.



Do you know this? In what passes for your heart?

Yes. Yes, but…

But what?

I just hate how it sounds.

Shit. You’re going to die for unrequited love, you know.

Maybe. But I don’t have a choice. I can no longer conceive of doing anything else.
 
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