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vandy
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vandy | 18-06-2010 13:33
Have you ever thought of writing a book? If so, what would it be about? What would the title be?

I doubt I will ever finish it, but I'm thinking about writing a book. Something along the lines of "Jesus Christ and the Politics of Poverty." It would be all about how the "religious right" has it wrong. I would do a thorough study of Jesus's teachings in the gospels, and use them to draw conclusions about his philosophy of how others should be treated. I just strongly feel that Jesus would not have been scared of the idea of socialism, and that other than a few key issues, he would have been considered pretty liberal. At the very least, I could p*ss a few people off, at least some conservative Christians, maybe even a few atheist liberals
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Joeyy
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Joeyy | 18-06-2010 18:36
That sounds interesting. I'd read it .

I was always trying to write stories when I was younger. Fighting, betrayal, murder...that kind of thing. If I attempted to write a book these days, I'm guessing it'd be the same.
Baby_Bloo
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Baby_Bloo | 18-06-2010 18:50
Probably a set of short stories about typical life situations, but it would metaphorically speak about some important aspects of life: love, friendship, tolerance, religion, politics etc.
i_love_paramore
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i_love_paramore | 21-06-2010 18:38
i am in the process of writing a few stories. none of them are all that good, but im still working on them.
one is about how a girl moves to a new house and meets a ghost there who died recently. she falls in love with him and wants to cross over with him w/o killing dying
another is about a messed up world where the main character has a boyfriend and a guy she has a crush on. she likes both guys but in different ways. then, the crush guy's ex-gf is a witch and she casts a spell on crush-guy so he forgets the main girl and goes back to her.... its very complicated
theres another about a girl who has a second self inside her who takes over and says the wrong things at the wrong times on purpose. the girl has to fight to get this second self under control and out of her body.
i am also thinking about writing one about vampires...but that will be hard...since ive already read the twilight series and i will have to try really hard not to steal Stephenie's ideas... lol
mizzunderstood
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mizzunderstood | 21-06-2010 19:04
I wrote a short story for one of language arts class. it was called Shipwrecked.its about a girl(Jordan) who is put on a different cruise ship then the rest of her family.and the irst night there is a hurricane and the shipwrecks. but thankfully Jordan is saved by a boy(Seth ) and he takes care of her. and he tells her that he will help her find her family and they end up falling in love.im think about rewritting it and make it longer.with more details.
Schatzi
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Schatzi | 14-07-2010 06:09
When I was in middle school I would write cheesy romance stories. If I were to write a story now it would be more along the lines of David Sedaris. I could never be as funny as he is though. And for those of you who don't know who he is he writes short stories about his life. They're pretty much the funniest thing you'll ever read.
synsilliusarian
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synsilliusarian | 23-01-2011 20:14
vandy, I think that would be an interesting book to read. you should write it. start now. go. I want it.

as for me, I kind of like to keep it simple and fun, so I opted for some fantasy themed stuff, perhaps like Farseers or Mistborn.
the second option would be something psychological.
and maybe even combine those two.
hmmm.. fantasy psychological thriller. hahah.
aaaaanyway, go write that jesus thingy, it'd be good.
in theory, socialism/communism isn't bad. people just don't like it because they can't get rich that way.. :-\
DayOfGray
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DayOfGray | 01-02-2011 16:43
Some years ago I had been working on something I called Crimson, when I last worked on it it was somewhere between short story and small novel, I should get back to it one day.

Here is an excerpt:

As he came upon Scouting Road, in Max's head he heard "Stop the car Max". It was a voice Max hadn't heard since he was a young man, it startled him for a brief moment. The last words he'd heard this voice speak were "promise me Max, promise me you'll never tell anyone, eeevver!" it was his brother Johnny's voice. Johnny's voice rang in his head again "you'll be walking the rest of the way from here Max". Max pulled over at the mouth of the dirt road, the car died as he did. Max hesitated for a moment then got out. As he stepped from the car the first breezes of the building storm hit him. He stood at the beginning of the road staring straight down the middle, his dirty unkempt hair flicking with the wind. Lightning flashed in the distance when he took his first step. As he walked down the road the storm began to grow, eyes fix ahead and walking like a zombie, he seemed fixed on some unseen point. FLASH boom, with the first flash the lighting lit up the road revealing to Max's left, Johnny, then followed by Mitzi as the light flickered and strobed, both appearing as they were on that day, looking young and unchanged. They were expressionless and looking straight a head like Max. They walked together down Scouting Road to the scene of those tragic events that Max only wished to have forgotten. If Max saw them there beside him he gave no indication. On they proceeded as a mindless trio. FLASH, boom, flicker, beside Max now, two grotesque corpses sunken empty eye sockets, blackened decaying flesh, cloths tattered and sullen with dirt and bits of root, Max did not react. Onward in silence went this ungodly trio, a man half mad, with two corpses walking in step beside him. It began to rain as they approached the end of the road where it opened to the scouting camp parking lot, just a few drops, Max stopped at the very end of the road, then came Johnny's voice mono toned and hollow "you have to keep going Max". FLASH, boom, flicker, the rain burst upon them. Johnny and Mitzi stood there again as the were on that day, except now they were drenched in crimson,each rain drop spraying a red mist as it struck them, it was as if the sky was pouring blood instead of rain. Max's only reaction was to carry on as he had been, he went forward.
freakyfran
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freakyfran | 02-02-2011 19:57
hmm i'd write a childrens story... with plenty of illustrations.. and one basic underlying moral behind it... something like Roald Dahls BFG...
JDolla
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JDolla | 03-02-2011 02:16
a care bears f*ck fiction
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