Writing Club and Progress.

I returned from the writing club about seven hours ago. I was the only teenager... one person was probably in his mid-to-late 20s, but everybody else was over 30 years old... That sort of things embarrassed me, but writing knows no boundaries, right? I didn't bring anything to share, because this was my first time so I didn't know what to do, but seven others shared their own excerpt from their own story/memoir, or from something else... Lets see if I can remember them...

1. Was a 1000-words-or-less story, about the future with something about the ice caps, but their were animatrons.
2. Excerpt from midway into one of someone's story, based on the experiences of his friend in either the Vietnam War, or World War II. The main character's a pilot, and his aircraft landed on a silent island.
3. Someone's father's memoirs of World War II or the Vietnam War condensed into a ten-minute play, where the setting was at a campfire.
4. Someone's stretched memoir of their past, when social phobia wasn't considered a mental illness and wasn't known by even the professors, but the girl had it and went through a lot to get it fixed with no avail.
5. Something in the middle of a fairy tale. Too far in to tell what happened, but everyone was there already in previous meetings, so they knew what happened... That, or I was too busy nagging myself since I got a text message yet I was being polite not to look at it until later, but that ended up making me worry... I worry for small things...
6. Beginning of a short story where a mother just got news there was an office shooting where her husband works. Caught his son his friend wrestling, told them everything's okay, and she went off to the office, where she found out the perpetrators where people whom had a meeting with her husband this day.
7. Prologue of a story where a professor thinks back to his college years where he and his friends could link dreams to each other and actually be in them (spending their time sleeping in class rather than studying). But one time his friend was too into his dream so he couldn't get out, and coma time for his life.

That's about it. Other than my mother calling me in the midst of the meeting, nothing else that embarrassed me happened.

And onto my progress of the collection of short stories. I got a listing and sorted them out onto a bit like a table of contents in my notepad. But the stories with title changes are:

 Truth of Darkness -> Black Light of Peace

Lies of Light -> White Darkness

Questions from a Madman -> Child Rage Grows Thickly Kind

Creature of My Childhood -> Creatures of my Childhood

"I Don't Talk to Myself" -> An Abrupt End to Peace

Memory of Flame -> KOBOLDS

Norway Beast -> Beast of Norway

I've also added three new pieces into the list:

Secret Sword of Keldonypt

Psychekrixi

Duo Mundi

And now I shall organize them...:

Short Stories: An Abrupt End to Peace

Beast of Norway
Duo Mundi
Expressed Kidnapping
KOBOLDS
Secret Sword of Keldonypt
Poems: Black Light of Peace
Psychekrixi
White Darkness
Memoirs: Child Rage Grows Thickly Kind
Creatures of My Childhood

I planned to have at least 15 stories, but that's just eleven. I'll write at least a sentence-summary of each.

• An Abrupt End to Peace- A teenager's darkest moment in life where he encounters deception.
• Beast of Norway- A boy's life in Norway with a strange calling to pets.
• Expressed Kidnapping- (Isn't obvious?) A kid's experience through a form of kidnappings done to his family.
• KOBOLDS- A very young boy's new life on the country side of Germany to escape from Hitler Youth.
• Secret Sword of Keldonypt- A gamer's party decided to take on a quest they received in a personal email, yet find there journey to be unexpected from previous missions.
• Black Light of Peace- A poem about darkness itself.
• Psychekrixi- A poem about headaches...
• White Darkness- A poem about light itself.
• Child Rage Grows Thickly Kind- A strange man appeared in a boy's dream and follows him to the real world.
• Creatures of My Childhood- A listing and description of encounters of monsters that revealed themselves to a boy in both out and in of the dream world.

Chances

There's a gathering at the mall
Funny how I want to go
Yet end up not showing up
But this time it was different

A hell it is to be brave
When you're scared inside
Never taking chances
That's the guy I am

Why is it so hard to stand up?
Chances of mine are blown away
Why don't I ever go when I'm free?
I'm afraid of everything

No one can ever see how I feel
If I don't give up this shield
Telling myself not to go
When I deeply want to be there

Why is there a rock in my chest
Replacing my heart as it stabs
Life's no fun in a box
Why don't I get out?

Blaming these stupid principles
Everyone is waiting
Jealousy won't get me anywhere
Leaving me with only regrets

There's people around
I shouldn't force a smile
Why am I so stupid here
Lets just see how this goes

Let's get back together next week

Maybe.

You're not into this, aren't you?

Sorry, just really nervous...

I need to get out of this shell

Rolling Boy

In a little terrain
Where the big dirt hills came

I felt a disturbance in the rain

As I asked a question that is the same

Where the hell did you go?
It feels as if I'll soon know
What killed the doe?
Mocking me is a crimson pink crow

I grew my grain on this land
And your strange machine helped,
But now they all perish
Why do you sound so different?

Ride away rolling boy
Holding onto my mind
When the darkness turned to a toy
When were they ever kind

To the trees you rode
Why do I feel empty?
I transcribed all your codes
You don't need a cognoscente

I was always there for you
While knowing our paths would have to split soon
Yet why am I crying this black hue?
I wonder why I never was mad at the moon

Why do I feel like slipping apart?
I gave my all, but you couldn't see
So this gift you gave me years ago,
Will be cherished 'till it turns to dust

Ride away rolling boy
With your black ball of pool
When light became a foolish decoy
They thought you were always a fool

Our only desires were to be taken away
Where there's no one else to disturb
But now the wheels are in decay
By society, we were left by the curb

Just as Cinderella lied, dropping her shoe
Just as you dropped onto this bed
In this world of mixed emotions, nothing's true
Our drives were all fed

The existence of what had became
Is just enough for me to still hope
This body of mine gorws fragile
I'll crawl up the hills if I have to

Ride away rolling boy
Forgetting about me
You chased the lost hope that seeked to destroy
They all binded us to the ground, laughing as they see

All I want is you to smile deep in this dark
The warmth of our bodies together
In the sinking moon of the park
Eraser of the violet bat roams forever

Your sweet taste, dirt-like scent, and tight embrace
Shotgun of yours has blown bullets around
Flying everywhere in a disdainful grace
Yet there was no sound

I know it hurts but you don't want to stop
Though you can't go on here without aid
Something to guide your brown-haired face
Was there something I have done

Ride away rolling Boy
Knowing we'll never meet again
When have you begun to act so coy?
I believe the memories will keep me sane

Ride away rolling boy
Holding onto my mind
With your black ball of pool
Forgetting about me
Knowing we'll never meet again

Ride away rolling boy
When darkness turned to a toy
When light became a foolish decoy
You chased the lost hope that seeked to destroy
When have you begun to act so coy?

Ride away rolling boy
When were they ever kind
They thought you were always a fool
They all binded us to the ground, laughing as they see
I believe the memories will keep me sane

Ride away, rolling boy
So long, rolling boy