Fap Free Writers

The concept of your book is great and I loved reading the introduction you've just posted. Would love to hear more.

 

That's a really unique concept! It's tough to come up with something truly unique, these days. That sounds fascinating.

I recently wrote a novel that I'm planning to self-publish in a few months. It is a romantic drama with a bit of a dark twist. Here's the back blurb:

"Young, strong, confident, and a bit too naive for the big city, criminal psychologist Dr. Sarah Parker is hired by the NYPD to help track down a notorious murderer. In one unexpected moment of being in the right place at the right time, she finds herself alone, face to face with the object of the hunt, heroically offering her companionship to the lonely man in exchange for the safety of his next victim. Sarah quickly begins to learn that there is more to Jacob than meets the eye. As their connection builds and she learns about his dark past, Sarah struggles with the conflict of remembering the danger of her situation in the midst of embracing her increasing feelings of compassion, possibly even love, for the man she is supposed to fear."

 

Hi! I am new here.The conecpt of your book is indeed brilliant and I hope that it brings you the best.
I do poetry mostly, and here's one I wrote a while back

The Infallible's Fall.
Last night,I stood as the strongest tree,
Unwavering,immovable,no chance of defeat.

Nothing could have me worn,nothing indeed
Yet I fell so bad,the move on repeat.

Infallible I stood in the haunting night,
My voice a crisp note in the crimson moonlight.

My branches a beauty with an air of might,
Spirit indomitable,will resolute,face bright.

Then came Fall and my leaves began to fall,
One by one in their crisp hideous shawl.

Horrified I stood at the sight of heaps so tall,
They seemed to obey some order,perhaps at Night's Call?

Each tugging away a shred of my pride,
Each driving me closer to faltering and fall.

How magnanimous I once stood,grand and tall,
How frail I'd become now,a mass of nothingness baring all.

And now that I was worn and small I realized,
I did not deserve the glory, a gift from Above.

My beauty was illusionary,strength a mere facade,
I was frail, empty and distraught.Just like every other tree,I thought.

 

I'm not that good with poems and stories, but I did write a haiku today.

A squirrel hops, a
Bird sings and bees buzz, but man
Is glued to his phone.

Hope you like it. I've been posting my reboot story and a little of my thoughts on my blog too so the haiku is up there as well.

 

Hey Fapstronaut, your excerpt reminds me a little of Carlyle's 'Sartor Resartus', one of my favourite books!

Here's my contribution for the present moment:

If I could write music like Mendelssohn,
Filling the lines with light melodies,
From cellos, violas and violins,
I'd win voluptuous harmonies.
Or piquantly paint like old Rembrant
I'd capture every shade of feeling,
From joyous children to saddened aunts,
In picturesque art most revealing.
Or sculpt a bust like Michelangelo,
I'd flaunt before time indestructible
The beauteous form that before me here flows
For all to gaze upon until their fill.
.....But all I can do is write a few lines
.....With stumbling rhythms and meagre rhymes.

 

Exquisite! Really very beautiful

 

Mystery of Romance

The pavement's carpeted with plush autumn leaves,
A warm wind blows through fan-faring trees,
The road's now draped in blue and white cloud,
Gone is the chaos of last night's crowd.

For on this morning I'll rendezvous
With visions of loveliness I call you,
And melt in the sound of your soft said voice,
Like honeyed dew drops, naught's more choice.

Like a desert well, I'll sit and drink deep,
Your lullabies will then lull me to sleep
From the day dullard I call my self,
Where in mysteries of romance I may delve.

 

Well geez, speaking of melting!

Beautiful! Your a very talented poet, sir.

 

And another. Warning, it may trigger! lol

Becoming

Voluptuous rose rising on a stem
With honeyed centre and white-petaled hem,
Drenched by the sun in a day-long kiss,
Beckoning bees to a delirious dish.
Most becoming you are this hour,
Knowing naught of illusory power,
Which to dark earth would vainly cling,
Rather, of fragrant essences you sing,
Before you bow your head to the dew,
When to the day you say your adieu.

 

Frost

Dawn breaks on frost
Caking window panes,
A day where nothing stirs,
Deserted in the main

Of substance to relieve
A dull and frozen land.
In blankets clothed I sit
Expecting nothing grand.

Strong the winter is,
Long the night has been,
In my mind there dims
The memory of green.

Then there is a glint
In my cornered eye;
A shimmering of sun
Has split the concrete sky.

Kaleidoscopes of light
Finds a flock of birds,
Which take to air amid
A jubilee of chirps.

 

Good one xD

 

Simple and succinct.Bravo!

 

This is powerful.

I love the line, "I chose my own private hell." It's a poem that's publish-worthy where ever it is that people publish poems, but reading that particular line on this website added so much depth. Without the narrator ever stating the particulars of what happened I can still feel his heartache. I appreciate that. Great post.