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I'm the type who will read to the end of anything. I hate starting a story, and not knowing how it ends.
I forced myself to finish up a through the third paragraph, and I just couldn't handle it anymore. I had to close the tab.
Please, tell me that this was written as an attempt at bad writing, to be entered into one of those bad writing contests? Please? If it wasn't, then the gods help us all.
That is the worst writing I've ever encountered. I think my 1st grade classmates did a better job. That stuff would make zombies eat their own brains, just to avoid seeing it anymore.
I'd forward this on to the CIA for use in their "sharpened interrogations", but I think that this would be too much. Personally, I'd prefer rubber hose beatings on the soles of my feet over having to read this.
I hear the Vogons are coming. They're trying to find out how their most celebrated author got stuck on this backwater planet.
Dear god, that is awful. It makes me want to hack the machine, just so I can delete it.
"Whats the age of the writer" he asked "I don't know it doesn't say" came the reply "it seems like grade school" he answered "it would be really really sad if it were someone older because it is truly poor form almost no puntuation and mentions nothing really about LOTR beyond some names and makes the Dark Lord seems like someone almost benovolent sending someone to the store for an errand it" he replied "Yes very true" he answered "it makes one want to gouge out their own eyes with a spoon" "ooh that's nasty but very very true."
Testing
"I saw a flock of moosen! There were many of 'em. Many much moosen. Out in the woods- in the woodes- in the woodsen. The meese want the food. The food is to eatenesen."
I hear the Vogons are coming. They're trying to find out how their most celebrated author got stuck on this backwater planet.
"Or I will rend thee in gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon, see if I don't!"
Even the poetry of Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings is an inordinate magnitude better than this writing!
"The dead swans lay in the stagnant pool.
They lay. They rotted. They turned
Around occassionally.
Bits of flesh dropped off them from
Time to time.
And sank into the pool's mire.
They also smelt a great deal."
Testing
"I saw a flock of moosen! There were many of 'em. Many much moosen. Out in the woods- in the woodes- in the woodsen. The meese want the food. The food is to eatenesen."
ouch... my brain just esplodeded. Must remove all knowledge that this "work of art" exists...
hea·then [hee-thuhn] noun
1. an unconverted individual that does not acknowledge the God of the Bible.
2. an irreligious, uncultured, or uncivilized person. 3. the children of NotSoInnocent.
"Maybe the problem just went away...maybe it was the magical sniper fairy that comes and gives silenced hollow point rounds to people who don't eat their vegetables."
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