Creative Rites

Wake Up People!!

christine47 — Tue, 26 Feb 2008 18:27:13 +0000

Ok so I just wanted to know where everyone was and why hasn’t there been any posts? Its sad

I think we have another meeting this coming monday (3/3). I think we need to have some ideas about the spoken word event and how to raise money for it. I hope to see you guys then!

Poésie d’amour

christine47 — Tue, 19 Feb 2008 02:49:49 +0000

(This poem caused a bit of ruckus with my now completely ex-boyfriend, because it happens to be about another guy…)

Resting in your arms…wishing the day would be a few hours longer…

How can I explain the way you make me feel without losing you?

I fear my heart will be too much for you…make you scared and run away…

How can I show you what you mean to me without losing myself?

We smile at each other…breathing each other’s breath…

How can I leave without knowing you longer?

Don’t let me go without looking at me one more time…piercing through me…

How can you make me feel so much for you so quickly?

Letting myself go…I fall into your arms one last time before I go…

How can I go on knowing that this night…this day…can never be repeated?

Take me away again…take me over and over and I will never pull away…

How can these words ever show you how you truly make me feel?

Inside-Up Plan 1

kaden216 — Tue, 05 Feb 2008 18:54:19 +0000

Inside-Up Plan 1

Plan 1: In Media Res

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If you are just starting “Inside-Up”, please DON’T start with this plan! Start with Plan 0, please. By the way, the friend that was originally writing this story before I took it over (Mi-san on the Cover Page) was the one who named this plan. I secretly dislike the name of this plan, but I haven’t changed it because she fought to keep it. Ah, well, whatcha gonna do, huh?

Creative Rites News

kaden216 — Mon, 04 Feb 2008 20:19:18 +0000

Since this is a lot like a message forum, I thought it would be appropriate to create a place for us to discuss current news within the club. Lucky, I hope this is okay with you; otherwise, you can feel free to delete it (or you can ask me to).

Inside-Up Notes

kaden216 — Mon, 04 Feb 2008 20:09:34 +0000

I forgot to mention a couple key things about the writing of “Inside-Up”. As I said in the meeting today, it’s written in more of a script format, so it reads pretty quickly. Stuff between the stars * * are actions, stuff between the parentheses ( ) are the thoughts of the character, and anything else is spoken. A letter (or letters) followed by a colon : at the beginning of a line signifies which character is speaking, acting, and/or thinking. (See the Cover Pages for details.) Also, I tend to use some computer-anime-symbol-type-things, so let me give you a quick rundown of what means what.

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Symbol = Meaning = Picture (if available)
^^ = happy marks (very happy) =
^^; = sweat drop (embarrassed, unsure, etc.) = (That’s actually a picture of Rini from Plan 9.)
>.> or >_> = glaring to the right (angry, annoyed, etc.)
<.< or <_< = glaring to the left (angry, annoyed, etc.)
O.o; = big eyes with sweat drop (surprised, scared, unsure, etc.)

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If you have any further questions, don’t hesitate to ask!

EDIT: I forgot to include the anger mark, which is supposed to look like a throbbing vain and indicates extreme anger. (It shows up in Plan 1 for sure, and possibly Plan 0.) I would post a picture of it, but I don’t have one with me right now… I will later, though.

Inside-Up Plan 0

kaden216 — Mon, 04 Feb 2008 19:48:39 +0000

Inside-Up Plan 0

Plan 0: Intro Thing!

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The first part of “Inside-Up”, and no, I’m not sure why it starts at zero rather than one. Keep in mind that I didn’t start out writing this story myself (I didn’t officially and completely take over until about Plan 4), and I was sure that it was going to fail. That being said, the first few plans are not the best, but please bear with me- they get better, I promise! Also, Plan 0 sort of stands separately from the rest of the story… later, Plan 50 does the same thing, so just go with it, okay?

Inside-Up Cover Page(s)

kaden216 — Mon, 04 Feb 2008 19:37:48 +0000

Inside-Up Cover Page(s)

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This is a list of all the characters in “Inside-Up” as of Plan 92 (my most current plan). It also includes names, abbreviations, and descriptions. Please feel free to refer to it as often as needed!

Sarah’s Sample

kaden216 — Mon, 04 Feb 2008 18:29:37 +0000

La, la, la, you’re all watching me…

Who Said It Would Be Easy?

christine47 — Fri, 07 Dec 2007 02:41:32 +0000

Take me away today, tonight, forever. Where your voice is soft and warm like a fire in the cold.

Soothe my heart and the pain it suffers from. Love me deeply, carefully, safely. Don’t hurt me, make me smile, make the world go away.

Remind me why I’m alive, if I’m alive, if I can feel. The depth you touch me is further than anyone.

Can you hear the way my soul breathes? Complimentary to yours, you go in and I go out, and we become a force.

Hold me close, as the storm passes through us, over us, in us. Make me forget it exists, before I lose myself in the torment.

Do you love me yet? Do my words show the true feelings I have for you? Can you forget the anger and strife and take ahold of my hand now?

(One of several poems I’ve written in the last few days)

Delilah

ceruleansoul — Mon, 26 Nov 2007 21:43:53 +0000

Her heels clip like a Clydesdale as she dashes across the road. She leaps over the curb and comes to a stop at a plastic bubble-topped bus stop. She’s out of breath and leans against an advertisement for a play that stopped running last week. It is not quite night yet though the sky is darkening quickly. Or at least she thinks so, it’s hard to tell while in the midst of another New York winter, when there are no colors just darkening shades of gray. She checks her phone, she’s not quite late. She drops a large canvas bag onto the wet pavement and crouches to scrounge for bus fare. A fur-lined hood falls over her head as she bends it down to scratch at the lint in the corner, hoping it will turn into a nickel. It doesn’t, so she stands and saunters toward the young man sitting on the bench. “Excuse me,” she pulls out her best sheepish smile, “I seem to be short five cents, can you spare me a nickel?” She pauses as he considers. “I’ve got to get home to feed my cat.” She sits and stretches one leg out as goosebumps spread across her bare thigh. He mutters something and puts his hand into his pocket. She crosses the other leg and leans back on the bench. He hands her a nickel and she beams at him, as the bus pulls up to a screeching halt a few feet from them. She jumps up quickly with a “Thank you Mister!” and climbs aboard. She sits on a cushioned seat and leans her head against the windowpane, feeling every bump and jolt of the bus along her temple. She closes her eyes, letting her mind wander erratically, like the needle of a broken compass. A baby begins to wail to the left of her. A woman sings in Spanish in a low crooning voice, and she lets the sound wash over her, her head filled instantly with quick violins and an acoustic guitar, and a warm breeze drifting through the open doorways and mud walls of the little house. There is a window with sand outside of it, and red rock giants hunching in front of an open blue sky, and a baby in the back of the bus, with a woman crooning softly in Spanish. The florescent lights on the bus flicker as she sits up on the pale blue seat and grabs her bag before it falls to the ground when the bus stops with tired wheeze of brakes. She hops off on to the cement curb, clutches her coat around her and tucks her head from the oppressive sky. Ducking through the crowd she runs up cold steps and out of the gray day into a washed out hallway. Her feet pound quietly on the faded carpet as she practically runs up the stairs and past the drab walls. Her key turns in the lock and her kitty meows a little welcome, weaving his soft furry body around her ankles. She sighs and leans against the door absorbing the warmth of her apartment. The walls are painted a dark red that she’ll have to paint over when she leaves, she tosses her coat and bag onto the peeling linoleum countertop and picks up the cat to cuddle as she wanders into her bedroom to begin the search for her favorite baggy sweater. She pulls her hair out of its restraint and lets it fall loose around her shoulders. Hot water pours into a mug releasing scents of cinnamon and clove as it hits the teabag. She reaches for the remote flipping on some background noise and plops down on the suede couch, arranging pillows of sapphire and emerald around her so that she is sitting on a cloud. Reaching over to the end table with a framed sketch she picks up the novel there and opens it to a page, and settles in to lose herself in a world brighter than this.