WCWC Thursday 4/15/04 dodads

lumberjim · 04-14-2004, 04:06 PM

Go to xoxoxoBruce's dodads thread . Pick a dodad. Write a story that centers around your chosen dodad.

lumberjim · 04-20-2004, 02:34 PM

well, this went over like a fart in church. what? too many choices?

Sun_Sparkz · 04-20-2004, 08:35 PM

yes i think too many choices, i spent a while scrolling through all the pages and it was hard to pick something that jumped out at me with a story.. sorry LJ.

Please dont stop our thursday writing classes though!!!

Sun_Sparkz · 04-20-2004, 09:00 PM

the light through the window
it breaks upon my soul
it burns up in my heart
like wood that's turned to coal

I'll spread throughout my world
the light in which it gives me
ill paint a rainbow on your wall
and set my colours free

blown with such precision
a cylindrical delight
I'll shower you with reflection
but die again tonight

leave me hanging in the dark
Ill be back for you at sunrise
ill be here, a ball of beauty
pouring the light into your eyes.

xoxoxoBruce · 04-20-2004, 09:39 PM

They who gaze upon the DoDads, are struck dumb.:p

wolf · 04-20-2004, 09:40 PM

They each have their own stories. Their history is writ within their essence, and it need not be spun of the yarn of fancy, as the truth resonates in all who behold.

lumberjim · 04-20-2004, 11:46 PM

Being 14 in the 60's was pretty rough for Geoffrey. Especially when your older sister is the "popular" girl clique leader. As if being covered in acne, with absolutely no shot at losing his virginity any time soon was not bad enough, he was tormented daily by visions of his sister's hippie friends. Trooping up and down the steps after school, smoking pot in Vicki's room before his mom came home, they were pretending to flirt with him to make each other laugh. He wasn't stupid. Geoff knew when people were laughing at him. It happened a lot.

Geoff liked comics. He wore glasses with big chunky black frames. His brown jeans didn't match his light blue polyester button down short sleeve shirt with the big collar and metal snaps, and his hair was greasy and long. He had one friend, Joey. Joey was a nerd too.

After the girls had finished make him blush and perspire, he wandered down the driveway to get the mail. It had come. The package had arrived. He didn't recognize it at first, as he had ordered them almost 2 months ago, but his pulse quickened as he realized what he held.

Walking back into the house, he noticed the silence, but his focus was on the small brown cardboard box. Rummaging for a knife from the kitchen drawer, he listened for the missing noise of his sister and her friends giggling. But, after he had the box open, he forgot all about them for the moment. Xray Gogs. Oh, man. How cool is this? And they looked almost exactly like his own glasses. He would be able to wear them anytime and not get busted with them.

These thoughts whistled through his mind as he raised the glasses to his head. he kept his eyes closed until they were seated firmly in place. Wanted to see it all at once. Eyes open, and......

Crestfallen, he realized that he couldn't focus without his own glasses, and he couldn't very well wear two pairs. Why hadn't he thought of that? He sat down at the table with his chin propped on the heel of his hand. on a whim, he popped the lenses out of his regular glasses, and fastened them inside the xray lenses with some electrical tape that was left on the table from his last minute adjustments to the science project he had taken in to school that morning.

Gingerly, he put the gogs on. It was like looking into a well. The edges of his vision were obscured by constantly shifting rainbow swirls and black patches that moved as he looked in different areas. It gave him a queasy sensation almost immediatley, but if he held his eyes still and moved his head, he found that the effect was minimal. He looked down at the table, and realized he was seeing the metal legs of the formica table arcing above his own leg bones. In color.

"Holy Shit, they work!" he cried. Taking them off, he ran to the phone to call Joey. No answer. Christ. He never expected them to actually work....it was fun to imagine peeping on vicki's friends when they slept over, or seeing Mrs. Stevens in her underwear teaching class, but the actual fulfillment of these fantasies seemed unreal.

A little experimentation taught him that they had a range of about 2 1/2 feet. only metal or bone would register inside that distance, and if there were 2 "layers" of metal, he would just see the one in front. So, they couldn't see through metal. big deal. and he wouldnt see mrs Stevens' underwear unless he peeked through a wood door in the ladeis room. he didnt want to risk seeing her pee, though, so he put that out of his mind. He could still peek through vicki's door, though. Up the stairs on cat feet, he went.

Putting the glasses back on ( walking with them had quickly turned his stomach sour) he peered into the tunnel the glasses created. Vicki was lying on the bed with her two friends and they were kissing! He almost swallowed his tongue. Choking, he stifled himself as the girls heads turned towards the door.
"It's locked, right?" he heard Wanda whisper.
"I checked it myself," said Vicki, "C'mon, it's my turn today. Get down there!"

It was gonna be a good year.

Sun_Sparkz · 04-20-2004, 11:53 PM

Seriously LJ, i have wonder about you sometimes...

lumberjim · 04-21-2004, 12:41 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by Sun_Sparkz
Seriously LJ, i have wonder about you sometimes...

all women have wonder about me

Sun_Sparkz · 05-13-2004, 11:34 PM

Flightless on the vine,
Not soaring as he should.
His wings weighed with trail of time,
The feathers carved in wood.

The hands mark an hour of ten past ten
How many eyes have watched in vain?
The value of the second hand
A life? A child? The sun? The rain?

Do not let time defiantly be a captor
But be captured in what it lets linger
The cuckoo's wings beat not through the air
But YOUR feathers are not timber

04-14-2004, 04:06 PM	#1
lumberjim I can hear my ears Join Date: Oct 2003 Posts: 25,571	WCWC Thursday 4/15/04 Go to xoxoxoBruce's dodads thread . Pick a dodad. Write a story that centers around your chosen dodad. __________________ This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality Embrace this moment, remember We are eternal, all this pain is an illusion ~MJKeenan

04-20-2004, 02:34 PM	#2
lumberjim I can hear my ears Join Date: Oct 2003 Posts: 25,571	well, this went over like a fart in church. what? too many choices? __________________ This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality Embrace this moment, remember We are eternal, all this pain is an illusion ~MJKeenan

04-20-2004, 08:35 PM	#3
Sun_Sparkz Has Body Temperature Join Date: Oct 2003 Location: I come from a land downunder Posts: 1,105	yes i think too many choices, i spent a while scrolling through all the pages and it was hard to pick something that jumped out at me with a story.. sorry LJ. Please dont stop our thursday writing classes though!!! __________________ We'll never be as young as we are right now

04-20-2004, 09:00 PM	#4
Sun_Sparkz Has Body Temperature Join Date: Oct 2003 Location: I come from a land downunder Posts: 1,105	the light through the window it breaks upon my soul it burns up in my heart like wood that's turned to coal I'll spread throughout my world the light in which it gives me ill paint a rainbow on your wall and set my colours free blown with such precision a cylindrical delight I'll shower you with reflection but die again tonight leave me hanging in the dark Ill be back for you at sunrise ill be here, a ball of beauty pouring the light into your eyes. Attached Images __________________ We'll never be as young as we are right now

04-20-2004, 09:39 PM	#5
xoxoxoBruce The future is unwritten Join Date: Oct 2002 Posts: 71,105	They who gaze upon the DoDads, are struck dumb.:p __________________ The descent of man ~ Nixon, Friedman, Reagan, Trump.

04-20-2004, 09:40 PM	#6
wolf lobber of scimitars Join Date: Jul 2001 Location: Phila Burbs Posts: 20,774	They each have their own stories. Their history is writ within their essence, and it need not be spun of the yarn of fancy, as the truth resonates in all who behold. __________________ wolf eht htiw og "Conspiracies are the norm, not the exception." --G. Edward Griffin The Creature from Jekyll Island High Priestess of the Church of the Whale Penis

04-20-2004, 11:46 PM	#7
lumberjim I can hear my ears Join Date: Oct 2003 Posts: 25,571	Being 14 in the 60's was pretty rough for Geoffrey. Especially when your older sister is the "popular" girl clique leader. As if being covered in acne, with absolutely no shot at losing his virginity any time soon was not bad enough, he was tormented daily by visions of his sister's hippie friends. Trooping up and down the steps after school, smoking pot in Vicki's room before his mom came home, they were pretending to flirt with him to make each other laugh. He wasn't stupid. Geoff knew when people were laughing at him. It happened a lot. Geoff liked comics. He wore glasses with big chunky black frames. His brown jeans didn't match his light blue polyester button down short sleeve shirt with the big collar and metal snaps, and his hair was greasy and long. He had one friend, Joey. Joey was a nerd too. After the girls had finished make him blush and perspire, he wandered down the driveway to get the mail. It had come. The package had arrived. He didn't recognize it at first, as he had ordered them almost 2 months ago, but his pulse quickened as he realized what he held. Walking back into the house, he noticed the silence, but his focus was on the small brown cardboard box. Rummaging for a knife from the kitchen drawer, he listened for the missing noise of his sister and her friends giggling. But, after he had the box open, he forgot all about them for the moment. Xray Gogs. Oh, man. How cool is this? And they looked almost exactly like his own glasses. He would be able to wear them anytime and not get busted with them. These thoughts whistled through his mind as he raised the glasses to his head. he kept his eyes closed until they were seated firmly in place. Wanted to see it all at once. Eyes open, and...... Crestfallen, he realized that he couldn't focus without his own glasses, and he couldn't very well wear two pairs. Why hadn't he thought of that? He sat down at the table with his chin propped on the heel of his hand. on a whim, he popped the lenses out of his regular glasses, and fastened them inside the xray lenses with some electrical tape that was left on the table from his last minute adjustments to the science project he had taken in to school that morning. Gingerly, he put the gogs on. It was like looking into a well. The edges of his vision were obscured by constantly shifting rainbow swirls and black patches that moved as he looked in different areas. It gave him a queasy sensation almost immediatley, but if he held his eyes still and moved his head, he found that the effect was minimal. He looked down at the table, and realized he was seeing the metal legs of the formica table arcing above his own leg bones. In color. "Holy Shit, they work!" he cried. Taking them off, he ran to the phone to call Joey. No answer. Christ. He never expected them to actually work....it was fun to imagine peeping on vicki's friends when they slept over, or seeing Mrs. Stevens in her underwear teaching class, but the actual fulfillment of these fantasies seemed unreal. A little experimentation taught him that they had a range of about 2 1/2 feet. only metal or bone would register inside that distance, and if there were 2 "layers" of metal, he would just see the one in front. So, they couldn't see through metal. big deal. and he wouldnt see mrs Stevens' underwear unless he peeked through a wood door in the ladeis room. he didnt want to risk seeing her pee, though, so he put that out of his mind. He could still peek through vicki's door, though. Up the stairs on cat feet, he went. Putting the glasses back on ( walking with them had quickly turned his stomach sour) he peered into the tunnel the glasses created. Vicki was lying on the bed with her two friends and they were kissing! He almost swallowed his tongue. Choking, he stifled himself as the girls heads turned towards the door. "It's locked, right?" he heard Wanda whisper. "I checked it myself," said Vicki, "C'mon, it's my turn today. Get down there!" It was gonna be a good year. Attached Images __________________ This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality Embrace this moment, remember We are eternal, all this pain is an illusion ~MJKeenan Last edited by lumberjim; 04-20-2004 at 11:49 PM.

04-20-2004, 11:53 PM	#8
Sun_Sparkz Has Body Temperature Join Date: Oct 2003 Location: I come from a land downunder Posts: 1,105	Seriously LJ, i have wonder about you sometimes... __________________ We'll never be as young as we are right now

05-13-2004, 11:34 PM	#10
Sun_Sparkz Has Body Temperature Join Date: Oct 2003 Location: I come from a land downunder Posts: 1,105	Flightless on the vine, Not soaring as he should. His wings weighed with trail of time, The feathers carved in wood. The hands mark an hour of ten past ten How many eyes have watched in vain? The value of the second hand A life? A child? The sun? The rain? Do not let time defiantly be a captor But be captured in what it lets linger The cuckoo's wings beat not through the air But YOUR feathers are not timber Attached Images __________________ We'll never be as young as we are right now

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