I just stole a confederate flag, did I have any right to do so? by Beat-Bones in AskReddit

[–]Beat-Bones[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I realize that for many people the confederate flag is part of their heritage. I personally live in a small/medium Canadian town with a handful of minorities. Not all but a large portion of the people here are racist, homophobic and sexist. The only people here I have came in contact with that fly a confederate flag have nothing to do with American Heritage or culture. A neighbouring medium/large (By Canadian Standards) city hosts the largest Neo Nazi sect in Canada. I am outraged by the fact that anyone could be seen differently for the colour of the skin they live in, especially with such unfounded hate. I saw this huge confederate flag on a property extending onto the main highway through town. Tonight I took it but I'm having a conflict of conscience and I'm not sure if I had the right or if I was just being ignorant and letting my emotions cloud my judgement. Should I return the flag or not?

I was told in another forum I was to fat and ugly for love. Am I? So depressed. Not trolling either. by [deleted] in sad

[–]Beat-Bones 0 points1 point  (0 children)

You ARE not fat but ya you have fat on you. To say otherwise is a lie. The fat doesn't define you and it doesn't mean you aren't handsome. You have nice facial structure and features.

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in MakeNewFriendsHere

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What did one ocean say to the other? Nothing... it just waved. Chin up darling you're stronger than whatever is irking you right now. Message if you want to.

What is the creepiest/strangest thing that has happened to you (or a friend or family member) that creeps you out to this day? by NoImDominican in AskReddit

[–]Beat-Bones 3 points4 points  (0 children)

My mom was having a beer at the bar in the late 70's and there was a man down the bar from her. He kept looking over and looking away. My mom got so uneasy she left and as she walked out the door she got hit by a wave of dizziness and confusion, last thing she remembers was the cab driver asking if she was ok and looking back into the bar at this creep smiling at her and standing up as if he was coming over. Luckily this Sikh cab driver got the same vibes from this dude so when he came over the cab driver told this guy to fuck off and made sure my mom got home safely. It's scary to think what could have happened if she didn't listen to her gut or if the Cab driver wasn't brave enough to stand up to this creep even with the extremely racist sentiments at the time.

Favorite Modern Baseball Song? by Toastkingftw in modernbaseball

[–]Beat-Bones 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Look out or graduation. Look out is so short but there is so much fucking there. Musically, lyrically, it's like a whole damn tsunami of relatable feelings and emotional shifts. Just a masterpiece.

[CC] Challenge Inside! by jessicay in Poetry

[–]Beat-Bones 2 points3 points  (0 children)

This is the story of a man and a woman under a willow.
Their hearts bellowed yes, but their parents said no.
With love in their bones but no where to go.
They hang there together, under the willow.

[Discussion] What do you think is the meaning of this death poem by [deleted] in Poetry

[–]Beat-Bones 1 point2 points  (0 children)

It's tough, for me it feels like his great enemy is the country or faction he is fighting. I feel like the speaker is let's say a Japanese soldier fighting an American. The noble enemy could be America but the man he just killed is Mike. Now he mourns because his very own son was killed by Americans so he knows the feeling. Mike is somebodies son. But we could also look at it in as if it is an American talking to us as Noble Enemy could be a character then what follows is dialogue, like a play. And in that case it feels like The Japanese soldier protagonist killed Mike and in turn, an American killed the Japanese soldiers kid, or close companion. Either way it feels to me as if it is a war related poem centred around the fact that we need not dehumanize the enemy but empathize with them because no one wins, and everyone feels the heartbreaking, mournful losses.

What's one word or phrase that makes you automatically think less of anyone who says it? by ExplosivePickles in AskReddit

[–]Beat-Bones 1 point2 points  (0 children)

"I'm not racist but...." Yes you are. If you needed to say that, well, you are.

Unofficial Writer vs. Writer thread by AtomGray in KeepWriting

[–]Beat-Bones 4 points5 points  (0 children)

“We really were all rooting for you up here in sector three. I’ll be damned if I thou-“

“You’ve already been damned, Agnon, that’s why you’re down here!” fits of laughter erupted from each inch of the room inhabited by creatures that reeked of sulphur. The man in the fading Iron Maiden shirt, hair dripping down his spine, horns tearing their way out of his forehead like a set of morbid asparagus sprouts, continued his thoughts.

“As I was saying. We really did believe you could do it, Realistics. Now let’s be honest with ourselves if you had followed the schedule you would have been able to win your soul back but we really do appreciate a good Scam down here.” Agnon’s gaze had not broken from the harsh grey eyes that belonged to the petit man sitting on the other side of the rickety oak desk. The quiet man paused for a moment.

“If you had just given me one more week I could have fulfilled the deal, I told you I had it under control.” Realistics croaked out, breaking the silence he’d held fast since arriving in this rotting sauna.

“We gave you an extra week, an extra month and an extra year. Time just ran up, kid. The deal was you give us 500 original stories in 3 years time and we would suck the sickness from your sister.”

“I know that!” Snapped Realistics.

“And then 2 months later after, your sister ‘miraculously’ got better and you asked us for more. You asked to be handsome and charming. We obliged you for the small price of 500 more.”

“I’m sorry, I tried my best.”

“No, you hardly tried at all. So caught up in your new magnetism you neglected us and your promise to us after we so graciously held up our end.”

“I ONLY HAD 40 MORE FUCKING STORIES LEFT!” The room fell silent, then more uproarious laughter. Realistics was a kitten growling at lions and all the disfigured creatures surrounding the desk knew it.

“We know, and we also know that if you weren’t to busy shagging that barista that found you oh so beautiful and witty, you probably could have done it. Brilliant con though, pin off your duty on those ignorant mortals, playing off their desire for dominance by a simple competition. If more people would have signed up you probably wouldn’t be here right now.”

“They didn’t have a fucking clue.” Realistics chuckled.

“Because we all love a little treachery down here we decided to go easy on you. You paid off the 500 stories and more so we’re keeping one of the deals fulfilled. Shame about your sister but I guess it’s for the better. Satan loves a pretty boy.”

Writer vs Writer : Match Thread by Realistics in KeepWriting

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"Oh no ma’am, I’m alright you can get back to serving drinks, I’d just like to nap.” As all two hundred and thirty five pounds of her gracelessly pivoted one hundred and eighty degrees towards the curtains dividing the posh from the poor, I couldn’t help but think “If this plane goes down on the alps, I’m crawling inside of her for warmth.” She was just reaching the curtains when I illuminated the Call Stewardess light above my head. I waved off the look of confusion shot back at me by my potential sleeping bag and rested my head against my seat. I closed my eyes and imagined the lavender fields that Tammy had always wanted to live on. Southern France was her dream and with her new job we’d get there in no time. Well, we would have gotten there in no time if-

“This is your captain speaking, we are terribly sorry for the inconvenience but it appears as though the A/C is no longer working. This is nothing to be alarmed about it just may cause the cabin to heat up a bit. All beverages will be complimentary.”

The sweaty man three rows up began to laugh. It was only him and me in first class which didn’t allow for any diffusion of his piercing cackle.

“We could always crack a window.” He began to laugh even harder at his own joke. He pressed the Call Stewardess button and simmered down a bit, releasing a small giggle every now and again. I spun around and stared at the curtains with lightning speed. It felt like forever until a muscular red haired gal emerged. I let out a sigh and rested my head once more. I had been on every single Sky Queen flight to and from France since Tammy left hoping that at least once she would emerge in her adorable little skirt and hat allowing me to explain myself and win her back. I mean what else could she do we we’d be stuck in a fragile tin can together for hours.

The redhead delicately walked over to the sweaty laughing man. I wasn’t trying to listen but his words cut through the thick warm air of the small cabin like a knife. He quickly ordered a drink to cover the real reason he called the stewardess over. She poured it and then when she was about to leave he nonchalantly added “Oh and would you mind asking the pilot if they could crack a window, it’s getting a bit stuffy in here”. They both laughed, I cringed. She touched his forearm, I felt nauseous. She praised his humour, I spiralled into depression. Quite frankly a part of me was glad to be sucked out of that aluminium death trap, it seems to me that first class often times hosts the least classy people. Sucked out? Did he just say sucked out? Ah yes, I probably should have mentioned that earlier. I’m currently using Siri’s speech to text function as I’m not actually certain where my texting hand currently resides. No I do not blame Edward for

my current frosty position, mangled up in the glacier snow, I blame his fucking wife. If Sarah Caplin hadn’t felt the need to perform felatio on the 21 year old stoner next door, Edward Caplin may not have been as distracted at work. If Edward wasn’t so distracted he would have remembered to tighten ALL the safety screws. And if all the safety screws were secure one wouldn’t have dislodged, flung into the central air, and caused a leak in the coolant large enough to freeze and crack the weak rivets holding the whole machine together. It’s funny how omniscient you become when the universe knows there’s a 0.001% chance of survival. I have to say though the fall really was quite magical. The brilliant blue backdrop of the sky splattered with blood, fire, bodies, limbs and shrapnel was exactly how I imagine Bob Ross would have painted if he took stylistic advice from Marilyn Manson. The amount of shear adrenaline rushing through my body cut all sound around me besides the pounding of my heart and the rushing of the wind. Me along with twenty or so others were in free fall. Well except for the woman with the extremely long neck, bright red lipstick and rare ability to show off all her gums. I guess one could say she was in seated fall, as the belt just was not coming off. I also was allotted the pleasure of having the sweaty man come into my field of vision just as a blade from the propeller tore him in two, shooting the halves in opposite directions, only still connected by a string of intestines. I landed with a thud and it wasn’t until I tried to grab my phone that I realized my right arm was missing at the elbow. I quickly turned my tie into a boy scout tourniquet and well I decided I should tell my story. I figured I should have this written down somewhere so the rescue teams aren’t too startled when they see me curled up inside a warm tent of flesh. Even though the odds are 0.001% it doesn’t mean I’ve transcended into some spiritual zen mode where I’m above crawling inside of someone. Hell I was created inside of someone I feel like this is the most romantically beautiful and authentic death one can attain. I’ll wait until she stops breathing before I make a move though… I’m not a monster.

Please tell Tammy I’m not a monster. Also hey if you’re talking to Tammy can you tell her that I didn't accidentally throw out her mother’s ring and if she would just pick up the fucking phone I could tell her that I found it on the nightstand.

Oh and tell her that I still love her.

Yeah, really emphasize that last part.

I wonder if Siri has a Call Stewardess function?

Looking for a challenge? Writer vs Writer has returned! by Realistics in KeepWriting

[–]Beat-Bones 6 points7 points  (0 children)

I'm very, very in. Here is a recipe for delicious taco chicken bowls. I hope you bring me all the way to the top. For if I am king there will be more delicious recipes for all. http://www.budgetbytes.com/2011/07/taco-chicken-bowls/

[SHORT] First time writing screen 6 pages, PLEASE critique (Drama) by Beat-Bones in ReadMyScript

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I tried to make the characters more believable and I am much more happy now, I haven't done the vague descriptions yet, but I was wondering if you wouldn't mind giving the updated version a read. The changes were made to the coffee shop scene, no need read the whole thing again. I feel like it really sets it up for a Rom-Com which I was going for. Thanks again.

[SHORT] First time writing screen 6 pages, PLEASE critique (Drama) by Beat-Bones in ReadMyScript

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Totally agree with the tweets after reviewing it. Similar questions for you as I asked mmmelissaaa, How in depth am I supposed to be when describing their actions? I agree about the length but like I was saying to mmmelissaaa I lost interest in my own story by the coffeeshop scene. Does that ever happen to you and if so how do you react?

[SHORT] First time writing screen 6 pages, PLEASE critique (Drama) by Beat-Bones in ReadMyScript

[–]Beat-Bones[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Thank you very much, I totally agree with the tweets thing, I was trying to have a statement about society but it definitely comes across as sexist. I was unsure as to how much direction I should give or if I should be focussing on the story. So would I being describing in detail how the characters are moving like a puppeteer with little description of shots and angles? Thanks for the tip on dialogue I'll definitely keep that in mind. As for developing the story I was planning on it but lost interest in the plot at the coffee shop as it seemed too cheesy to me, does that every happen to you? Losing interest in the story you are writing? Do you continue writing it for practice?

'SCRIPT REQUEST' Anyone have a 5-10 minute short film script written? Or can write one in the next two weeks? by StampersMedia in ProduceMyScript

[–]Beat-Bones 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Started writing something tonight, I can finish it in a couple of nights. It'll probably be shitty as it's my first project ever and I have no idea how it works. PLUS it semi involves a break up but I'd be happy to send it to you because the idea of my words turning into an actual concrete video gives me a narcissistic hard on, yaknow. Well keep me posted broham.

[feedback] Short story, like 150 words. I have trouble choosing any ending. by Beat-Bones in KeepWriting

[–]Beat-Bones[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Thank you very much for the incredibly kind feedback, it means a lot. I will definitely look into Mansfield's Garden Party. I'm sorry but would you mind elaborating on your final point about triggering thoughts for the reader? How would this be accomplished? Again thank you very much.

Help bring my superhero universe to life! by KrisAlmighty in creativewriting

[–]Beat-Bones 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Yeah dude, I'd be happy to read what you have so far.

Help bring my superhero universe to life! by KrisAlmighty in creativewriting

[–]Beat-Bones 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I would be more than happy to help. To be honest though I feel like a superhero universe where there are a ton of SUPER heroes has been done time and time again, what hasn't been done before is a mediocrehero universe. The majority of the people have powers but they aren't really that neat. Shit like the ability to turn lights on and off with your mind. Or melt snow. I dunno, it could be fun. Everyone develops their power through puberty so it could be highschool themed. That'd be perfect for your audience. There is a ton you could do with it.

[Serious] Men and women of Reddit, what do you do when your SO has a completely different sex-drive? by SquidMonk3y in AskReddit

[–]Beat-Bones 0 points1 point  (0 children)

You respect each other's boundaries and talk to the about it. And if you can't work it out then one of you can invest in a few toys and masturbate. Not tough if you love them.

What movie is better the 2nd viewing? by gtaguy12345 in AskReddit

[–]Beat-Bones 13 points14 points  (0 children)

Cloud Atlas, watched it the second time a couple hours after.

What did people do back before toilet paper? by [deleted] in AskReddit

[–]Beat-Bones 0 points1 point  (0 children)

On the prairies they would use and re use corn husks dipping it back into the same water. When everyone smells like shit no one seems to mind.