Writing School

[Fanci Feathers Marans]

 

[Amer]

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Thank you.
And that is our prompt!

 

[Amer]

Spoiler: The Sound of Silence

I'm going to do third person objective for point of view this time. It seems... fitting.

Tall, cruel men forced the people out of their homes into the street. The men had collars reaching their chins, monochrome coats to their ankles, imposing grey figures with dispassionate faces. The humans wordlessly obeyed, leaving behind their distractions, phones, television, anything that glowed and took the place of regular conversation.
The men's eyes were red and cruel, daring anyone to object. Fear turned the faces of the people white, contrasting against the tape the men slapped over the people's mouths and ears. Mechanically the cruel men did this, because they were not men at all, they were robots.
The people could no longer speak or hear. Dark clouds blotted out the sun, flickering street lamps the only light sources, casting a yellow light over their faces.
Total silence. Even the footsteps across the old brick road could not be heard.
Soon the human would see just what the population of their city looked like, as they all were lined up on the road.
They all knelt, sadness evident on their faces, nothing to say, nothing to hear. But they saw it all.
All the people, kneeling silently, sadly. All the people, so many they disappeared into the distance.
The robots gestured slowly to a pile of papers in front of each person. Each had the musical staff. They dropped a quill into each persons hand, strangely primal in this stark reality. And the robots showed them what to do.
And the people began to write. The scratch of their pens impossible to hear. And they didn't think about what the notes were for, with no one to sing the music, or hear it, though they were arranged like enormous choir. All the people, separated normally by their judgement for others. Thinking the same things.
As they finished writing the first page, they took no pride in their handiwork, only glum with the realization they may have to this forever.
But one young man looked up.
He pulled the tape off his ears, hearing nothing but the scratch of thousands of pens.
He pulled off the tape from his mouth, knowing no one could hear him. The robots looked to him and tried to bring him down, but he spoke, despite the consequences. And at the sound of his voice, a robot threw off blue sparks. His voice strangely destroyed circuits, and melted metal. As one robot lay dead before him, others looked up.
People began to peel off the tape. They sang together, bringing down their oppressors, until they could sing together in celebration.
They sang as one and united each other. They knew each other as friends for their shared experiences. They knew each other for the sake of humanity. And no matter how quiet or weak the voice, it would never go unheard again.

 

[Fanci Feathers Marans]

Spoiler: The Sound of Silence

I'm going to do third person objective for point of view this time. It seems... fitting.

Tall, cruel men forced the people out of their homes into the street. The men had collars reaching their chins, monochrome coats to their ankles, imposing grey figures with dispassionate faces. The humans wordlessly obeyed, leaving behind their distractions, phones, television, anything that glowed and took the place of regular conversation.
The men's eyes were red and cruel, daring anyone to object. Fear turned the faces of the people white, contrasting against the tape the men slapped over the people's mouths and ears. Mechanically the cruel men did this, because they were not men at all, they were robots.
The people could no longer speak or hear. Dark clouds blotted out the sun, flickering street lamps the only light sources, casting a yellow light over their faces.
Total silence. Even the footsteps across the old brick road could not be heard.
Soon the humans came would see just what the population of their city looked like, as they all were lined up on the road.
They all knelt, sadness evident on their faces, nothing to say, nothing to hear. But they saw it all.
All the people, kneeling silently, sadly. All the people, so many they disappeared into the distance.
The robots gestured slowly to a pile of papers in front of each person. Each had the musical staff. They dropped a quill into each persons hand, strangely primal in this stark reality. And the robots showed them what to do.
And the people began to write. The scratch of their pens impossible to hear. And they didn't think about what the notes were for, with no one to sing the music, or hear it, though they were arranged like enormous choir. All the people, separated normally by their judgement for others. Thinking the same things.
As they finished writing the first page, they took no pride in their handiwork, only glum with the realization they may have to this forever.
But one young man looked up.
He pulled the tape off his ears, hearing nothing but the scratch of thousands of pens.
He pulled off the tape from his mouth, knowing no one could hear him. The robots looked to him and tried to bring him down, but he spoke, despite the consequences. And at the sound of his voice, a robot threw off blue sparks. His voice strangely destroyed circuits, and melted metal. As one robot lay dead before him, others looked up.
People began to peel off the tape. They sang together, bringing down their oppressors, until they could sing together in celebration.
They sang as one and united each other. They knew each other as friends for their shared experiences. They knew each other for the sake of humanity. And no matter how quiet or weak the voice, it would never go unheard again.

I like this. You did well.

 

[cathloveydovey]

Spoiler: The Sound of Silence

I'm going to do third person objective for point of view this time. It seems... fitting.

Tall, cruel men forced the people out of their homes into the street. The men had collars reaching their chins, monochrome coats to their ankles, imposing grey figures with dispassionate faces. The humans wordlessly obeyed, leaving behind their distractions, phones, television, anything that glowed and took the place of regular conversation.
The men's eyes were red and cruel, daring anyone to object. Fear turned the faces of the people white, contrasting against the tape the men slapped over the people's mouths and ears. Mechanically the cruel men did this, because they were not men at all, they were robots.
The people could no longer speak or hear. Dark clouds blotted out the sun, flickering street lamps the only light sources, casting a yellow light over their faces.
Total silence. Even the footsteps across the old brick road could not be heard.
Soon the human would see just what the population of their city looked like, as they all were lined up on the road.
They all knelt, sadness evident on their faces, nothing to say, nothing to hear. But they saw it all.
All the people, kneeling silently, sadly. All the people, so many they disappeared into the distance.
The robots gestured slowly to a pile of papers in front of each person. Each had the musical staff. They dropped a quill into each persons hand, strangely primal in this stark reality. And the robots showed them what to do.
And the people began to write. The scratch of their pens impossible to hear. And they didn't think about what the notes were for, with no one to sing the music, or hear it, though they were arranged like enormous choir. All the people, separated normally by their judgement for others. Thinking the same things.
As they finished writing the first page, they took no pride in their handiwork, only glum with the realization they may have to this forever.
But one young man looked up.
He pulled the tape off his ears, hearing nothing but the scratch of thousands of pens.
He pulled off the tape from his mouth, knowing no one could hear him. The robots looked to him and tried to bring him down, but he spoke, despite the consequences. And at the sound of his voice, a robot threw off blue sparks. His voice strangely destroyed circuits, and melted metal. As one robot lay dead before him, others looked up.
People began to peel off the tape. They sang together, bringing down their oppressors, until they could sing together in celebration.
They sang as one and united each other. They knew each other as friends for their shared experiences. They knew each other for the sake of humanity. And no matter how quiet or weak the voice, it would never go unheard again.

*claps*

I like this. You did well.

agree

Ima do mine later today after I get home

 

[Amer]

"The Sound of Silence" keeps playing in my head

 

[Fanci Feathers Marans]

"The Sound of Silence" keeps playing in my head

I've forgotten how it goes.

 

[Rose Quartz]

I might just do one but im just leaving for home now so itll be a while before im settled enough to write anything. I dont want to read A4Rs until i have at the very least my own idea.

 

[Amer]

I've forgotten how it goes.

Duh duh da da da da mi mi mah.
Jk
This is my favorite version.

I might just do one but im just leaving for home now so itll be a while before im settled enough to write anything. I dont want to read A4Rs until i have at the very least my own idea.

Don't read mine until you write yours.
You do you girl! (I wanted to say something cheesy like that.)

 

[Fanci Feathers Marans]

Silience is also a band