Gonna try a hello to all writer's forum folks, a second time, cuz I accidently wiped out an hour's worth of work with one fatal little click. In case ya haven't caught any hippiestead posts, there's three of us who share the screenname; my family; JuJu, Vkid & me. If there's something marked hippiestead in the writer's forum, assume that it is me, Cinnamom. I'm published, but I don't want to get into that again (lost in the accident) but I'd love some comments on this exerpt from one of my novels. Please excuse my spelling, as I am useless without spell-check and if the posting box has one, I haven't found it; also very new to computers. The setting is a community building at a hippie farm, taking place in 1998. It the introductory scene for a 'drug-free acid test'. Ra-chet started to close the folding door which separated the rec area from the kitchen & dining area. Music floated down from the upper floor and curious eyes pulled their owners toward the stairwell; anticipation twittering in the room. Gizmo descended through a fog which puffed wispy strands above our heads, pausing on the last step. "It is time, the time is near; if you're ready for adventure, step right over here," he boomed. A manic gleam beamed from his eyes, our resident Prankster, or so people said; but Gizmo would never admit to it; he just talked circles around anyone who asked; but then again, Gizmo would've denyed his roadie days if not for the bundles of VIP passes he recieved for Grateful Dead shows. Clearing his throat, he began. "Gather 'round children, for I've a tale to tell 'about a bunch of Pranksters and some Musicians as well. They traveled near & they traveled far, to tell of dreams, of the moon , of a star. They went through tests & they went through trials and still the managed, to keep their smiles. They taught us lessons, you know it's true, and this is the lesson they leave for you... Turn on to the power of your mind Tune in to the world around you Drop out of your television reality Freak freely children And BE HERE NOW!" The music built up as Gizmo spoke, ending with a thunderous crash and an invation of little lazer people who danced on the walls and on everyone in the room. "Enter a world that is only limited by the perception of your mind." And with that, Gizmo stepped away from the stairs and pointed up. copywrite2003c.meeker So, whatcha think?
My spirit is in need of lifting so I will pass over it again later, your message was surprising and interesting I will write back, but if I don't today I will not be able until late next week... But I like the above, I get it all you know... thats it! ha ha Did we really thread beads together?
Very very good....love the message behind the meaning of the writtn words. Lost in thout am i in this peralis edge of reality. Punk, Goth, Prep, Didsy...there all just a way for us all to cut our love and pursuit of life liberty and happyness...Its out choice to follow or lead...so yes everyone Freak Out. Cast aside the steriotyps of the world for they are not who you are... Anyways...very very good... check out my page at www.freewebs.com/lostinmyowndreams
