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   <title>Running</title>
   <link>http://swingthesickle.com/forum/m-1203011460/</link>
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   <description><![CDATA[I uploaded my first video on <a href="http://www.youtube.com" title="www.youtube.com" onclick="target='_new';">Youtube</a>.&nbsp;&nbsp;It's called <a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=2a0ZAuZJJK8" title="youtube.com/watch?v=2a0ZAuZJJK8" onclick="target='_new';">Running</a>.&nbsp;&nbsp;I wrote this about 4 years ago and I've always loved playing it.&nbsp;&nbsp;It heavily reminds me of something you would here during a <a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=X-EqdSf6TCk" title="youtube.com/watch?v=X-EqdSf6TCk" onclick="target='_new';">Final Fantasy VII boss battle</a>.&nbsp;&nbsp;The performance isn't perfect but I just wanted to get it out there.]]></description>
   <pubDate>Thu, 14 Feb 2008 09:51:00</pubDate>
   <dc:creator>Joab</dc:creator>
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   <title>Poem: The Lone Tree</title>
   <link>http://swingthesickle.com/forum/m-1196903085/</link>
   <comments>http://swingthesickle.com/forum/m-1196903085/#num1</comments>
   <description><![CDATA[Here's a poem I wrote previously and posted on the old forum. I was never quite satisfied with the ending. I didn't feel like I quite expressed the tree's death in the right way. I don't know why, but I was thinking about the poem today when inspiration struck. I revised the ending and like the overall tone a lot better now.<br /><br />Stanzas 7 and 9 are completely new, and I rewrote the last line of stanza 6.<br /><br /><blockquote>
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 <div class="win quotebody">Two mammoth oaks danced to the breeze--<br />Branches rubbing gingerly in beat.<br />A gust. A not-quite-ripe acorn.<br />Falling... It was falling towards<br />Ground. The wind blew, and blew, and blew.<br />By a pond, it grew, and grew, and grew.<br /><br />Went from seed to a spruce sapling,<br />This tree had just about everything<br />A tree could ever want, except--<br />Another tree to share it all with.<br />All day he talked with his reflection<br />Thinking he was making conversation.<br /><br />Over the years, his bark coarsened,<br />And he naturally began to lean<br />Over the pond that quenched his thirst.<br />What? What was coming up the glade?<br />A boy--no two--giggling, playing.<br />On one of his limbs, they placed a swing.<br /><br />The boys returned day after day,<br />Year after year the boys grew and changed,<br />But so did Tree: Grew big and wide.<br />Every evening the moonlight shined<br />Upon tree's constant companion,<br />The pond; once upon a star-struck boy--<br /><br />With a beautiful girl in hand.<br />The tree tried to cover his branches,<br />But the Fall left him with few leaves.<br />The boys' visits became less frequent,<br />And Tree was left his reflection<br />Thinking he was making conversation.<br /><br />The tree's branches had grown heavy,<br />But now his boys had returned ready<br />To swing boys of their own from him.<br />Something was different: A sad hint.<br />The swing was removed quietly<br />Leaving their boyhood haunt with a &quot;bye.&quot;<br /><br />Vroom! It was a ghastly noise.<br />Metal and bark violently join.<br />Rotted, the old tree's trunk crumbles,<br />And out from the hollow, crawl spiders<br />Living in his empty insides.<br />The day the boys left, the day he died.<br /><br />The boys' parents had sold the plot;<br />The boys gone had no use for the pond.<br />A mall to be built in its place<br />Where large crowds would hustle and race<br />Just to glimpse at their reflection<br />Thinking they were making conversation.<br /><br />At least the tree knew what it was like<br />To have felt love, to have been alive.<br />Many bustling above his grave<br />Would never experience the same<br />For they were already hollow<br />Still searching for what the tree had found.</div>
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   <pubDate>Wed, 5 Dec 2007 17:04:45</pubDate>
   <dc:creator>Matthew</dc:creator>
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   <title>(Nothing Inside)</title>
   <link>http://swingthesickle.com/forum/m-1196746315/</link>
   <comments>http://swingthesickle.com/forum/m-1196746315/#num1</comments>
   <description><![CDATA[This is a pretty terrible recording of my song but I think that it gets the point across.]]></description>
   <pubDate>Mon, 3 Dec 2007 21:31:55</pubDate>
   <dc:creator>Joab</dc:creator>
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   <title>Audio Drama: Twenty-fourth</title>
   <link>http://swingthesickle.com/forum/m-1194054027/</link>
   <comments>http://swingthesickle.com/forum/m-1194054027/#num1</comments>
   <description><![CDATA[A short audio drama script I wrote the other day. I used <a href="http://www.celtx.com" title="www.celtx.com" onclick="target='_new';">Celtx</a> for the formatting.]]></description>
   <pubDate>Fri, 2 Nov 2007 18:40:27</pubDate>
   <dc:creator>Matthew</dc:creator>
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   <title>Short Story: The Glassy Planet (Please Critique)</title>
   <link>http://swingthesickle.com/forum/m-1193874521/</link>
   <comments>http://swingthesickle.com/forum/m-1193874521/#num1</comments>
   <description><![CDATA[I've started working on the third installment of <span style="font-style: italic;">Map Makers</span>. Once I finish this story, which completes the Stellar Graveyard story arc, I plan on publishing all three together on stellargraveyard.com. Here's the first 300 or so words. It kind of serves as a prologue to the story. Tell me what you think, and I'll post more soon.<br /><br /><blockquote>
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 <div class="win quotebody">Our story begins with a mirror. The said mirror was found hundreds of years before the map makers Rusty, Tonya, and Bear were even born. It was found by Trenton Pennywonk. Yes, you would be correct in assuming Trenton is related to Temple Pennywonk who hid his treasure in the Stellar Graveyard, the very treasure Captain Margay entered the Stellar Graveyard to find. Trenton was Temple's great<sup>17</sup> grandfather, and he was a pirate who sailed the High Seas. Little did Margay know the treasure she sought was not the kind of treasure you want to find.<br /><br />Trenton soon discovered that the mirror he found possessed a strange and most undesired power. When Trenton looked into the eyes of his reflection, the reflection came to life and stepped out of the mirror. Except for being a pirate, Trenton was a pretty nice guy. His reflection was not. Being a reflection, he was not a perfect copy of Trenton but rather a reflection of one aspect of him. In this case, it happened to be his avarice. And being a mischievous reflection, he looked into the mirror until there were several Trentons.<br /><br />When you are used to being just you, it can be quite jarring to become a one of you. Trenton resolved that the mirror could not stay on earth, but in the 1700s, he had no way of carrying through with his resolution. The mirror was passed down through the family with precise instructions to never look into it and that the first family member capable of it would hide the mirror among the stars. Thus, Temple hid it on a planet in the Stellar Graveyard covered with glassy mountains where he was sure it could never be found. The planet was like the universe's largest fun house. He hid it on…<br /><br />&quot;The Glassy Planet&quot;<br /></div>
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   <pubDate>Wed, 31 Oct 2007 16:48:41</pubDate>
   <dc:creator>Matthew</dc:creator>
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