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Doc Jon

Rain Partier

Postby Doc Jon » Thu Jul 03, 2008 12:22 pm

We are doing writing exercises over on the Bludnet and thought I would extend the offer over here for anyone who would be interested.

It's just quick exercises to get the creative juices flowing.

This week's topic is to write about how your favorite superhero would celebrate Independence Day or Canada Day.

Check it out!
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superfictious

Humuhumunukunukuapuaa

Postby superfictious » Thu Jul 03, 2008 12:23 pm

Sounds good.
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Doc Jon

Rain Partier

Postby Doc Jon » Thu Jul 03, 2008 12:25 pm

Oh. Here's the link:

http://www.bludblood.com/board/index.php?topic=972.0
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Doc Jon

Rain Partier

Postby Doc Jon » Thu Jul 03, 2008 12:26 pm

Yeah, it's just meant to be a paragraph or so.
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Lord Simian

The Lord of the Monkeys

Postby Lord Simian » Thu Jul 03, 2008 9:54 pm

That's kinda cool, actually.

Lemme take a few minutes to think, and I'll PM you something.

Do you want fiction stuff like a story, or more like an essay of "I think Character X would do this, this, and this"?
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Doc Jon

Rain Partier

Postby Doc Jon » Thu Jul 03, 2008 10:46 pm

Lord Simian wrote:That's kinda cool, actually.

Lemme take a few minutes to think, and I'll PM you something.

Do you want fiction stuff like a story, or more like an essay of "I think Character X would do this, this, and this"?


Fiction stuff.

I'll post what I wrote in a minute to give an example.
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Doc Jon

Rain Partier

Postby Doc Jon » Thu Jul 03, 2008 10:50 pm

A boat lands on a dock. A ramp extends from the side as men, women and children file out. The children are excited, clutching their parents's hands and pointing at the imposing figure ahead of them.

"She's so beautiful!" one of the children exclaim.

"She's over 120 years old, honey." Her mother tells her.

"Wow. That's older than you, mom!"

Mixed with the parents and children, no one even notices the dark haired man moving among them. No one notices that he avoids eye contact with everyone. No one notices that he never looks up, and one would have to look pretty close to see the blond roots at the base of that brown hair.

"It was stupid of me to come here", he thinks. "They may anticipate this move."

The crowd moves to the base of the statue and file in as the dark-haired man separates himself and moves towards the trees at the statue's edge. Under the cover of the trees, the man finally looks up at the copper statue.

"You knew I had to come." The man whispers.

"Yes you did." States a voice from the trees.

The dark-haired man never turns. He never flinches or betrays a moment of surprise.

"It's been a long time, Colonel." Says the dark-haired man.

"Yes it has, Captain." the Colonel replies.

"I'm no longer a Captain. You know that."

"And I'm no longer a Colonel, but old labels die hard."

The Captain sits at the base of the tree, taking a sandwich out of his pack and offering it to the Colonel. The Colonel merely holds up his hand to refuse.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" the Captain says, biting into his sandwich.

The Colonel doesn't reply. He merely stares up at the statue as the Captain continues to eat his lunch. After he finishes the sandwich, he stands and dusts himself off.

"So when do we start, Colonel?"

The Colonel reaches into his pocket and pulls out a metallic object. He hands it to the Captain, turns and begins to walk away.

"Tomorrow, Captain. Today is her day, but tomorrow... the war starts again."

The Captain looks down at his hand to see the metallic 'A' sitting in his palm.

"I'll see you soon, Colonel."
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Lord Simian

The Lord of the Monkeys

Postby Lord Simian » Thu Jul 03, 2008 10:51 pm

Well, shit.

I WAS working on something with those two, actually, but since you just did it MUCH better than I ever could.... :?


Back to the drawing board, I guess.
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Doc Jon

Rain Partier

Postby Doc Jon » Thu Jul 03, 2008 10:54 pm

Lord Simian wrote:Well, shit.

I WAS working on something with those two, actually, but since you just did it MUCH better than I ever could.... :?


Back to the drawing board, I guess.


Hey, I never said who they are.:)
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Lord Simian

The Lord of the Monkeys

Postby Lord Simian » Thu Jul 03, 2008 10:55 pm

jsalwen wrote:Hey, I never said who they are.:)


No, no you didn't. :)

But I think it was fairly obvious that they Colonel Sherman Potter, formerly of the 4077th MASH unit, and Captain Amazing, hero of Champion City!
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Doc Jon

Rain Partier

Postby Doc Jon » Thu Jul 03, 2008 11:37 pm

Lord Simian wrote:No, no you didn't. :)

But I think it was fairly obvious that they Colonel Sherman Potter, formerly of the 4077th MASH unit, and Captain Amazing, hero of Champion City!


Damnit... I didn't think anyone could guess.
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Lord Simian

The Lord of the Monkeys

Postby Lord Simian » Thu Jul 03, 2008 11:39 pm

jsalwen wrote:Damnit... I didn't think anyone could guess.


Well, you have to know these things when you're the Lord of the Monkeys.
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Zero

Zombie Guard

Postby Zero » Fri Jul 04, 2008 12:09 am

Gimme a day or two?
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Doc Jon

Rain Partier

Postby Doc Jon » Fri Jul 04, 2008 12:14 am

Zero wrote:Gimme a day or two?


Nice. The more the merrier.
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superfictious

Humuhumunukunukuapuaa

Postby superfictious » Sun Jul 06, 2008 10:29 pm

It might be overnight before my registration over there is approved, so I figured I'd just post this here first. It was just a quick write-up that's probably too long. Critiques welcome.

...


The lunar horizon burst into streaks of silver, blue, and red as Earth’s atmosphere was bombarded by chunks of angry Moon. The Man of Steel floated in the ionosphere, watchful of each chuck, swooping in to change the trajectory of any dangerous strays. For the most part, the pyrotechnics were going exactly as planned. The entirety of the American sky was lit in celebratory fireworks.

Superman tapped the comm in his ear. “That’s good for now, Col. Sparks. Let’s take a break.”

“Roger that,” said the lone man on the moon. “Gives me a chance to enjoy the view again.” Col. Sparks let out a wet cough. “It’s as beautiful as it was in ’73.”

“The world’s a beautiful place, sir. You must’ve missed it.” Superman used his telescopic vision to watch the man hunch over in his space suit. The pain of the tumors must’ve been excruciating, and using his powers to expel parts of the moon was only expediting it. “We can stop if you want, Colonel.”

“No! Absolutely not!” The colonel straightened himself in defiance. “I owe my son this. I owe my country this. I did a lot of bad things.”

“You’ve served your time.”

“I’ve wasted my life.” Another cough. Superman could hear the sputter of blood in his words. “I was an Ultra-Marine and I stained the uniform. I was just so damn mad. Just so…” He fought his body again

“Your crimes don’t take away from your service, sir. We’ve all done our share of the shameful. Believe me, I know. I’ve seen much worse.”

“Ha! You were raised here, right? Your father a vet?”

Superman grinned and squinted down at the last remnants of the Smallville Fourth of July parade. “How did you guess?”

“Just something about the way you carry yourself. You remind me of my son. Always giving people another chance to prove themselves. He was a good soldier too.” A soft sigh. “He didn’t deserve to die that way. He sure as hell didn’t deserve the way I acted afterwards.” Sparks paused and waited for a shiver to past. He checked his oxygen and sifted some sand through his fingers. “I still remember the first time I was here. I remember the cosmic storm. It was like the fireworks my son and I would use in the backyard the Fourth.”

“That’s when you got your powers, right?”

“I thought I was dying, and all I could think about was him. Me, this brave astronaut on the edge of tomorrow, shivering and babbling about his little boy. The world was exploding around me…”

“Colonel?”

“Exploding. All those colors. Fireworks. Just like at night now with the knots in my head. Random sparks. I think about my son a lot.”

“Colonel!” Superman could hear the Colonel’s heartbeat, like steel drumming on wood. He could see a streak of blood dripping from his nose. “I’m coming right up.”

“No, no, I’m alright. I can hold it together,” Sparks said as he slowed his heartbeat and eased his breathing. “I want to continue the fireworks, just like my boy used to like.”

“I don’t know how much more you can take…”

“I’m not going to see another Fourth, and you know it. This is how I want to go out. This is what we agreed on, Superman, even if we never outright said it.”

“You don’t owe anyone anything else, Colonel.”

“Oh, I think I do. And I think you father taught you so, too. Now, if you don’t mind,” Sparks said, straightening his body and tuning into the lunar surroundings, “let’s get on with the show. ”

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