FORUMUL SCRIITORILOR AMATORI :: Incepator :D

Trimis: 30/01/2009 15:30

Salutare ! :) sunt nou venit pe forum si in lumea scriitorilor amatori ... in post-ul urmator voi pune naratiunea...v-as fi extrem de recunoscator daca mi-ati putea da si niste sfaturi alaturi de opiniile voastre. BTW e in engleza :-P

Multumesc anticipat! :) aaa PS am ca sursa de inspiratie melodii...

Trimis: 30/01/2009 15:32

On the Wane

As the moon swept across the blackened sky rain started pouring down. Another cold September night began with the sky mourning for the absence of the great Sun.
On the dreaded midnight streets two beings parted their ways. He, the last bitter dreamer… she, the redeemer lost in an encouraging illusion. Fate often takes the upper hand and keeps her victims close.
He strolled lost in thought toward his house hesitating looking back. The heavy rain struck his long coat with icy needles, the chill numbing his pale skin. He quietly observed how the concrete giants around him stood up against the moon’s dismal stare. He continued on his path gazing at the self condemned queen of night. She was the one bringing the dreamful tides to the human soul every night, the soul which covered her in clouds to conceal the pain and scars. Through the sky’s veil of tears his eyes yearned for her blessing but now, it seemed meaningless. He had never voiced the mellow breezes on his shore and now he feared the coming monsoon…What could he say then? Who or what could ever mend his aching heart? Who would be the angel waiting at the gates of heaven, or the ferryman crossing him the river Styx? What light could pierce through the slithering shadows and light a glimmer of hope in his hollow eyes? He had felt love of the cruelest kind; they were made for each other but it was like destiny placed a curse between them. They were bound to suffer upon never knowing what might have been. As the circles of thought turned, the moonshine caressed her waning son highlighting the tall and solid yet slender silhouette through the void of night.
Finally he reached his humble house. As he opened the door he remembered his parents. Their faces flashed in his mind, his beautiful mother smiling calmly and his father worrying about his son…He closed the door and turned the lights on. Exhausted he hung his coat in the hallstand and lay silently for some time on the sofa. His restless mind kept drowning him with memories. He took a picture lost in the bookcase among many volumes of poetry, astrology, music and novels. His dispoziție got lost within the frozen moment captured into the photo. The faded figures of his friends reflected nostalgia back in his eyes. When the tenebrous clutches of the tree’s branches engulfed the house, the starry-eyed man brought to life a scene he remembered.
On a warm midsummer day, they went to the beach. Their hands chained together in a mending embrace. Lying on the beach they had watched the sun bathing them in light. Their love sang sweet words made only for silence, why waste your breath when it all felt so divine? On the sweetened horizon the clouds retreated with the west wind. A soothing rain began to fall on their embraced bodies. The frail drops caressed her smooth face; her eyes mirrored the sunlight; her soft lips smiling; she then crossed her fingers through his dark hair, they were both lost in the elation of love. A kiss so passionate sealed them in a euphoric state. They were a fire burning through the rain, a light abolishing the darkness… As life boiled within her veins she ran towards the sea daring him to follow, and so he did… He also sensed the call from afar; they rushed into the blissful water splashing against the waves. She took him by the hand and descended into the sparkling solar sea. He felt so alive and carefree, she felt free and joyful; they were feeling the godly taste of ambrosia? Or where they just feeling the simpler yet everlasting taste of love? When they ascended back to the surface they looked into each other’s eyes and vowed to cherish life until the reaper stole the last breath away from them. On the horizon, the sun began to drown into the depths.
The dream shattered, cracked open only to reveal the end. An old eerie timepiece struck midnight and uttered the cadence of his last moments. He sat in his chair simply staring his life away into the picture. The shadows were gaining on him…there was no escape. He felt the pressure of their clutches…where they going to fade away or finish him? The lights began to flicker and the last beat of the clock resonated in his ears. Through the darkness a scream tore the sky apart…it had ended. The rain washed away the shadows lurking at the murder scene…

Trimis: 05/02/2009 22:22

eu sunt omul care merge dupa vechiul adagiu al lui Anton Pan! " Canta frate romane dupa graiul si limba ta si lasa-i pe altii a si le canta!"

Trimis: 17/05/2010 15:08

daca ai traduce sa intelegem si noi ce vrei sa zici, dar daca astepti critici de ce nu postezi pe un forum de origine-a scrieri ce ai postat,THX

Trimis: 18/05/2010 17:47

Imi place. Suna îndeajuns de bine inceputul. Chiar ai talent. Succes in continuare ! smile

He had never voiced the mellow breezes on his shore and now he feared the coming monsoon…What could he say then? Who or what could ever mend his aching heart? Who would be the angel waiting at the gates of heaven, or the ferryman crossing him the river Styx? What light could pierce through the slithering shadows and light a glimmer of hope in his hollow eyes?

A kiss so passionate sealed them in a euphoric state. They were a fire burning through the rain, a light abolishing the darkness…

Trimis: 30/06/2010 00:42

Buna, sunt noua pe forum si asi dori sa va prezint o idee despre romanul pe care vreau sa-l scriu. Astept pareri sincere, critici, incurajari, sfaturi, absolut orice ce m-ar putea ajuta la inceput de drum.

http://lylcrinovel.blogspot.com/ Am postat micul fragment pe blog-ul meu.
Astept ideile voastre. Merci

Trimis: 30/06/2010 16:30

( Cred ca trebuia sa deschizi alt topic, just my opinion )

Am citit putin si suna bine, scrii bine. Daca vrei sa vb, iti dau id-ul meu de mess.

Trimis: 30/06/2010 17:04

Ms Aurelia pentru incurajari si chiar te rog sa-mi dai id de mes ca sa mai vb.

Trimis: 30/06/2010 17:07

Da, mi-am dat seama dupa aia ca trebuia sa deschid alt topic si l-am deschis doar ca dupa ce postasem. Imi cer scuze daca l-am deranjat pe initiatorul acestui topic. :innocent:

Trimis: 01/08/2010 06:57

Dupa cum ai putut vedea,sectiunea PROZA PERSONALA a fost impartita in mai multe topicuri,fiecare adresat unei specii variate ce apartine genului epic.

Aceste masuri au fost luate in speranta de a imbunatati organizarea pe forum,in consecinta,deoarece noua regula in acest sens ,pe care am postat-o acum cateva zile,nu a fost luata in serios,ma vad nevoita sa te informez in particular.

In cel mai simplu timp posibil as dori sa ma anunti in legatura cu topicul in care doresti sa iti fie mutat textul ,in functie de specia de care apartine.

ATENTIE!Decizia pe care o vei lua va influenta si notarea ta in cadrul concursurilor viitoare!

Toate cele bune!

B.B.