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Hi people

Okay here is to striaght to the point im starting a passage with writters. I need stories, Im making a news paper where im living and if you write a short passage i and email it to me, i will post it on the in the paper. How will this be advantage to you? if a person sees your story and they might publish your story and would like to make it a book.

I wont steal your story
I wont take credit from you.

i want short stories and either post it in the paper once a week or everyday depends on the story. The story just has to be interesting it. This for people who write stories and just watch it waste. Here is somthing to do with it. I will post your name in as the author.

Comics, or cross words are welcomed

for more information or interested email me at [email protected]
remember if you email me make the subject saying writters guild and way to get back at you .

thank you for your time!

no.

This seems lame for some reason hmm

so if I send him a story and someone wants to publish it, I am supposed to just trust him to not take credit? suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuure.

Good Point

I trust this guy about as far as i could throw him..... assuming i could even pick him up

Originally posted by zslick
Welcome to writters guild.

Hi people

Okay here is to striaght to the point im starting a passage with writters. I need stories, Im making a news paper where im living and if you write a short passage i and email it to me, i will post it on the in the paper. How will this be advantage to you? if a person sees your story and they might publish your story and would like to make it a book.

I wont steal your story
I wont take credit from you.

i want short stories and either post it in the paper once a week or everyday depends on the story. The story just has to be interesting it. This for people who write stories and just watch it waste. Here is somthing to do with it. I will post your name in as the author.

Comics, or cross words are welcomed

for more information or interested email me at [email protected]
remember if you email me make the subject saying writters guild and way to get back at you .

thank you for your time!

How do we know we can trust you eh?

FFS, just report the ****ing thread and leave it be.

What does FFS stand for?

Originally posted by Blight
What does FFS stand for?

For F***'s Sake

Originally posted by Bloigen
For F***'s Sake

Winrar.

okay yea! i understand that you couldnt trust me. If your story was to be publish you could keep record data that you would be sending it to me and if i turned around tried to keep credit you can turn around and sue. Im a writter my self. I belive everyone has title to there own story. Belive me or not. Your name would be at the end of the story. Also i was thinking you write an intro i write one for my story and if a whole certain amount of people do it. That would be at least good amount of intros.

let say i post yours on mon and wed and others on tues and thurs. it would work out. just short passages now and than. For awhile to the readers who are reading it, i would ask a feed back wat story you like best than i would post it back saying what story they like best and least.

also i only way 145 and report me im not doing nothin wrong and i know you have no way to trust me. So if you have just a random story you dont want go ahead i dont care its just i cant just throw my story around than it would be just someone asking for attention and that sounds a little lame!

Not really, it's just that there are many fraudsters in the world, and they have become more common, I can't understand what you are saying, but it is easy to edit peoples material, especially with online services.

BTW no one has reported you.....yet.

I was turned off when you spelled 'writers' incorrectly.

I got this story for you. Once upon a time this guy started begging people on the internet to write stories for him, well . . . he got his head bit off by polar bear. Zing! The End.

Now give me my f*cking paycheck!

haha yea i did that on purpose. I thought it would be funny because im looking for writers and writers are actually anal sometimes about that.

Neo i know where your coming from about fraud and i know its easy to edit this is why im asking just for a short passage at first than just one week see how it goes. If doesnt work i wont be accepting anymore if it does than great.

also i dont understand why would i be reported? what am i doing thats wrong?

I was just saying no one has is all.

great story perfect i love it ill put in the obituaries!

Seriously no one can report you, ridicule you yes but still...

I am slightly interested.

Here's one for you.

My father's family name being Pirrip, and my Christian name Philip,
my infant tongue could make of both names nothing longer or more
explicit than Pip. So, I called myself Pip, and came to be called
Pip.

I give Pirrip as my father's family name, on the authority of his
tombstone and my sister - Mrs. Joe Gargery, who married the
blacksmith. As I never saw my father or my mother, and never saw
any likeness of either of them (for their days were long before the
days of photographs), my first fancies regarding what they were
like, were unreasonably derived from their tombstones. The shape of
the letters on my father's, gave me an odd idea that he was a
square, stout, dark man, with curly black hair. From the character
and turn of the inscription, "Also Georgiana Wife of the Above," I
drew a childish conclusion that my mother was freckled and sickly.
To five little stone lozenges, each about a foot and a half long,
which were arranged in a neat row beside their grave, and were
sacred to the memory of five little brothers of mine - who gave up
trying to get a living, exceedingly early in that universal
struggle - I am indebted for a belief I religiously entertained
that they had all been born on their backs with their hands in
their trousers-pockets, and had never taken them out in this state
of existence.

Ours was the marsh country, down by the river, within, as the river
wound, twenty miles of the sea. My first most vivid and broad
impression of the identity of things, seems to me to have been
gained on a memorable raw afternoon towards evening. At such a time
I found out for certain, that this bleak place overgrown with
nettles was the churchyard; and that Philip Pirrip, late of this
parish, and also Georgiana wife of the above, were dead and buried;
and that Alexander, Bartholomew, Abraham, Tobias, and Roger, infant
children of the aforesaid, were also dead and buried; and that the
dark flat wilderness beyond the churchyard, intersected with dykes
and mounds and gates, with scattered cattle feeding on it, was the
marshes; and that the low leaden line beyond, was the river; and
that the distant savage lair from which the wind was rushing, was
the sea; and that the small bundle of shivers growing afraid of it
all and beginning to cry, was Pip.

"Hold your noise!" cried a terrible voice, as a man started up from
among the graves at the side of the church porch. "Keep still, you
little devil, or I'll cut your throat!"

A fearful man, all in coarse grey, with a great iron on his leg. A
man with no hat, and with broken shoes, and with an old rag tied
round his head. A man who had been soaked in water, and smothered
in mud, and lamed by stones, and cut by flints, and stung by
nettles, and torn by briars; who limped, and shivered, and glared
and growled; and whose teeth chattered in his head as he seized me
by the chin.

Wrote it all by myself.

i see what you mean and you dont want to be ripped off. I have many friends who say they write but they lost interest or they just dont know what to do it with it and i just thought hmm ill do this ill just pay for paper and the ink. Writers just have work on there stories and watch it progress. I see this working to everyones advantage but its just having people take the risk is the problem.


also i thought if i put in the paper whats stopping other writers for stealing than thats why i im going make sure it copywrite so you wont get ripped off.

haha...oh the irony...a writer's guild...and how many spelling and grammer mistakes were in in the original post?

Nice story. the main reason i would like it to be emailed is no one can steal the story from you. That your story is yours and yours only!

hey hey i was tired and didnt care what i wrote! haha and your right. I just read it over im sorry!

You can change the name, I think?

This is spam.

And I love the "I'm tired" excuse. It's almost as lame as the "it's just the internet!" excuse.

funny excuses.

hey hey your saying you wouldnt be tired at one or two in the morning. I get off work around twelve. so a little sympathy would be greatly appreciated!

Timezones.

Originally posted by Bloigen
Here's one for you.

My father's family name being Pirrip, and my Christian name Philip,
my infant tongue could make of both names nothing longer or more
explicit than Pip. So, I called myself Pip, and came to be called
Pip.

I give Pirrip as my father's family name, on the authority of his
tombstone and my sister - Mrs. Joe Gargery, who married the
blacksmith. As I never saw my father or my mother, and never saw
any likeness of either of them (for their days were long before the
days of photographs), my first fancies regarding what they were
like, were unreasonably derived from their tombstones. The shape of
the letters on my father's, gave me an odd idea that he was a
square, stout, dark man, with curly black hair. From the character
and turn of the inscription, "Also Georgiana Wife of the Above," I
drew a childish conclusion that my mother was freckled and sickly.
To five little stone lozenges, each about a foot and a half long,
which were arranged in a neat row beside their grave, and were
sacred to the memory of five little brothers of mine - who gave up
trying to get a living, exceedingly early in that universal
struggle - I am indebted for a belief I religiously entertained
that they had all been born on their backs with their hands in
their trousers-pockets, and had never taken them out in this state
of existence.

Ours was the marsh country, down by the river, within, as the river
wound, twenty miles of the sea. My first most vivid and broad
impression of the identity of things, seems to me to have been
gained on a memorable raw afternoon towards evening. At such a time
I found out for certain, that this bleak place overgrown with
nettles was the churchyard; and that Philip Pirrip, late of this
parish, and also Georgiana wife of the above, were dead and buried;
and that Alexander, Bartholomew, Abraham, Tobias, and Roger, infant
children of the aforesaid, were also dead and buried; and that the
dark flat wilderness beyond the churchyard, intersected with dykes
and mounds and gates, with scattered cattle feeding on it, was the
marshes; and that the low leaden line beyond, was the river; and
that the distant savage lair from which the wind was rushing, was
the sea; and that the small bundle of shivers growing afraid of it
all and beginning to cry, was Pip.

"Hold your noise!" cried a terrible voice, as a man started up from
among the graves at the side of the church porch. "Keep still, you
little devil, or I'll cut your throat!"

A fearful man, all in coarse grey, with a great iron on his leg. A
man with no hat, and with broken shoes, and with an old rag tied
round his head. A man who had been soaked in water, and smothered
in mud, and lamed by stones, and cut by flints, and stung by
nettles, and torn by briars; who limped, and shivered, and glared
and growled; and whose teeth chattered in his head as he seized me
by the chin.

Wrote it all by myself.

Wow! The first thing I thought was, Charles Dickens 'Bleak House', but then I googled it and it was actually Charles Dickens 'Great Expectations.' I almost felt smart there for a sec.

Yeah GE, from the name Pip it is quite obvious which novel it is, that is of course if you are familiar with Dickens novels.

I'm not. I only read Bleak House in college, well some of it, and it was the most boring book I ever read in the history of my entire life. Even the Cliff's Notes bored the f*ck out of me.

I had to read David Copperfield for my english coursework and write about it.

Did you almost die of boredom?

It is better then bleak house, but it was better then listening to our teacher, but still yeah....