Kreativni forumaši

[DANTES]

Morao, bila mu lektira, a ne bi on .

Btw, kad smo kod romanticara, bas sam nesto u Keats modu ovih dana .

Očito ali evo ima objašnjenje

@Kawhi ništa me ne iznenađuje Nečista krv je sjajno djelo. Onjegin pa nije loš ali ja sam više Aleko tip..

[Nail for Real]

A Dream

The streets are desolate completely, and the tall grey buildings surround me as I walk down the street, and the sky is gray, I can feel fierce wind against my cheeks, it is cold and I shiver a little but I walk down the street taking one step after another, and the sky has a sad grey colour, there is not a living soul around me and I can see the tall gray threatening buildings and I am afraid of their massive construction: the grotesque sculptures of naked men and women stare at me from the heights of the buildings as I walk down the street, the wind is furious and I shiver alone, I come to a bridge - the river looks dirty and brown and the sound of its roar beneath me and the sight of the gray sky where big black birds fly above me and the image of grotesque faces of the stony men and women around me terrify me as I stand alone in the world… wind blows fiercely against my cheeks but I have hope and I continue roaming the lonely streets and the scene becomes drearier and drearier, the bare branches of trees I can observe with my melancholy eyes that have lost their natural mirth and seek tender sweet joy that makes my eyes wrinkle beautifully and my lips create a beautiful smile which reveals my teeth, but my eyes are not wrinkled now and my face is dull and I don’t smile at all while I continue my path through the windy streets of the gray town beneath the sad grey sky which hides the sun, but I have hope and suddenly my whole body trembles as I see her standing alone and shivering, I see her pale cheeks and tender red lips and long beautiful red hair and gray sullen eyes and her face is mirthless as she stares blankly at the muddy river, her arms held together, I a trembling creature shyly approach her while my heart beats faster and I feel as if it will jump out of my chest and my lips turn into a polite smile and my eyes are full of tears that have not yet flown and now I stand behind her
- Hey, you came.
Smilingly she fills the universe with her sweet low voice and I feel her soul through her radiant eyes behind the spectacles and flushed cheeks and content smile and she stands beautifully in this dreary scene and she is shy and holds her frail pale hands together: a mountain daisy in a dreadful storm she is and I feel an inexplicable urge to protect her, to serve her, to indulge her but I know that mountain rocks can only crush delicate flowers and I tremble I tremble I take a deep breath
-Yes, of course I came. I couldn’t bear leaving you.
-I hurt you.
-I know, it doesn’t matter. Talk no more of that. Are you all right?
-I am now. Thank you.
She was whispering embarrassingly as the memory of the dark cavern where she had been alone and forgotten and hopeless came to her mind and she remembered how I offered a hand, one broken heart sought one broken heart, and she accepted it while my heart deceived itself of higher emotions, of a power that could revive me, me a broken man, and elevate me, rescue me from the squalor of my existence, the dreariness, the hopelessness, but alas! daisies are meant for daisies, and a rock’s affection is vainly bestowed on frail flowers, and she was healed by her kind, and sprung high into the air, feeling the warmth of the sun, while I sunk into the depths of despair…
-I am sorry.
-I know.
The moment froze itself as her cheeks grew red and her gaze was cast on the dirty ground and my heart bled for her guilt, for her misery, and my love, a pain unbearable, revived instantly and a sudden urge to protect her, to love her, to hold her with all my being, with all my strongest emotions, arose in me, and as I put my hand to her shoulder she started to cry – my better faculties failed me, and all I could utter was:
-Don’t. Don’t. It’s all right. Daisies are meant for daisies. It’s not your fault.
A falsely reassuring smile made her wipe her tears and look up, and I was less miserable as she healed.
-Let’s sit.
And we sat, with our hands placed on our knees, looking at the gray river howling under the bridge. We sat silently, each understanding the other’s thoughts, unable to amend, unable to change, unable to break free. Each in a cage, as the river ran on and on…
A young man tossed a blanket from his body and looked at the table next to him. The painful sun rays were pouring through the window – it had dawned a beautiful, sunny day. He got up lazily and walked to the window. His gaze fell on two young people, walking together, hand in hand, united.
-Daisies are meant for daisies, he thought.

[QUARESMA 18<<<]

u kako dobra tema, dobro što si je oživio


možda se ja ubacim sa nekim radovima iz adobe illustratora i photoshopa, da dodamo ovoj temi malo raznolikosti.

[miki_92]

A Dream

The streets are desolate completely, and the tall grey buildings surround me as I walk down the street, and the sky is gray, I can feel fierce wind against my cheeks, it is cold and I shiver a little but I walk down the street taking one step after another, and the sky has a sad grey colour, there is not a living soul around me and I can see the tall gray threatening buildings and I am afraid of their massive construction: the grotesque sculptures of naked men and women stare at me from the heights of the buildings as I walk down the street, the wind is furious and I shiver alone, I come to a bridge - the river looks dirty and brown and the sound of its roar beneath me and the sight of the gray sky where big black birds fly above me and the image of grotesque faces of the stony men and women around me terrify me as I stand alone in the world… wind blows fiercely against my cheeks but I have hope and I continue roaming the lonely streets and the scene becomes drearier and drearier, the bare branches of trees I can observe with my melancholy eyes that have lost their natural mirth and seek tender sweet joy that makes my eyes wrinkle beautifully and my lips create a beautiful smile which reveals my teeth, but my eyes are not wrinkled now and my face is dull and I don’t smile at all while I continue my path through the windy streets of the gray town beneath the sad grey sky which hides the sun, but I have hope and suddenly my whole body trembles as I see her standing alone and shivering, I see her pale cheeks and tender red lips and long beautiful red hair and gray sullen eyes and her face is mirthless as she stares blankly at the muddy river, her arms held together, I a trembling creature shyly approach her while my heart beats faster and I feel as if it will jump out of my chest and my lips turn into a polite smile and my eyes are full of tears that have not yet flown and now I stand behind her
- Hey, you came.
Smilingly she fills the universe with her sweet low voice and I feel her soul through her radiant eyes behind the spectacles and flushed cheeks and content smile and she stands beautifully in this dreary scene and she is shy and holds her frail pale hands together: a mountain daisy in a dreadful storm she is and I feel an inexplicable urge to protect her, to serve her, to indulge her but I know that mountain rocks can only crush delicate flowers and I tremble I tremble I take a deep breath
-Yes, of course I came. I couldn’t bear leaving you.
-I hurt you.
-I know, it doesn’t matter. Talk no more of that. Are you all right?
-I am now. Thank you.
She was whispering embarrassingly as the memory of the dark cavern where she had been alone and forgotten and hopeless came to her mind and she remembered how I offered a hand, one broken heart sought one broken heart, and she accepted it while my heart deceived itself of higher emotions, of a power that could revive me, me a broken man, and elevate me, rescue me from the squalor of my existence, the dreariness, the hopelessness, but alas! daisies are meant for daisies, and a rock’s affection is vainly bestowed on frail flowers, and she was healed by her kind, and sprung high into the air, feeling the warmth of the sun, while I sunk into the depths of despair…
-I am sorry.
-I know.
The moment froze itself as her cheeks grew red and her gaze was cast on the dirty ground and my heart bled for her guilt, for her misery, and my love, a pain unbearable, revived instantly and a sudden urge to protect her, to love her, to hold her with all my being, with all my strongest emotions, arose in me, and as I put my hand to her shoulder she started to cry – my better faculties failed me, and all I could utter was:
-Don’t. Don’t. It’s all right. Daisies are meant for daisies. It’s not your fault.
A falsely reassuring smile made her wipe her tears and look up, and I was less miserable as she healed.
-Let’s sit.
And we sat, with our hands placed on our knees, looking at the gray river howling under the bridge. We sat silently, each understanding the other’s thoughts, unable to amend, unable to change, unable to break free. Each in a cage, as the river ran on and on…
A young man tossed a blanket from his body and looked at the table next to him. The painful sun rays were pouring through the window – it had dawned a beautiful, sunny day. He got up lazily and walked to the window. His gaze fell on two young people, walking together, hand in hand, united.
-Daisies are meant for daisies, he thought.

Dobro ti je ovo, da nemas sta ovako za Great Gatsbya

[Nail for Real]

Dobro ti je ovo, da nemas sta ovako za Great Gatsbya

Haha, nemam, ovo sam poceo da pisem ima jedno 2 mjeseca i stao odjednom, jutros neke foruNe citao i doslo mi tako da zavrsim.

Pises li ti sta?

[miki_92]

Dobro ti je ovo, da nemas sta ovako za Great Gatsbya

Haha, nemam, ovo sam poceo da pisem ima jedno 2 mjeseca i stao odjednom, jutros neke foruNe citao i doslo mi tako da zavrsim.

Pises li ti sta?

ma jok, pisao na 1. godini malo, a to je bilo u stilu zapocnem i nikad ne zavrsim

napisao sam solidan esej o rastu popularnosti Counter-Strike-a prosle godine, pa kad nadjem mozda postavim

[Otelo]

Dobro ti je ovo, da nemas sta ovako za Great Gatsbya

Haha, nemam, ovo sam poceo da pisem ima jedno 2 mjeseca i stao odjednom, jutros neke foruNe citao i doslo mi tako da zavrsim.

Pises li ti sta?

ma jok, pisao na 1. godini malo, a to je bilo u stilu zapocnem i nikad ne zavrsim

napisao sam solidan esej o rastu popularnosti Counter-Strike-a prosle godine, pa kad nadjem mozda postavim

Mogao sam ja nešto o LoL-u

Imam i ja ovako nekih kratkih eseja, što na bosanskom, što na engleskom, ali nisu za širu forumsku javnosti

[DANTES]

u kako dobra tema, dobro što si je oživio


možda se ja ubacim sa nekim radovima iz adobe illustratora i photoshopa, da dodamo ovoj temi malo raznolikosti.

Samo naprijed.

@nail sjajno. Tačno se čovjek pronađe. Imaš taj momenat, oni gdje se vječnost i prostor spajaju.. A to je u biću jednog čovjeka. Pa makar i sanjao

[Nail for Real]

u kako dobra tema, dobro što si je oživio


možda se ja ubacim sa nekim radovima iz adobe illustratora i photoshopa, da dodamo ovoj temi malo raznolikosti.

Samo naprijed.

@nail sjajno. Tačno se čovjek pronađe. Imaš taj momenat, oni gdje se vječnost i prostor spajaju.. A to je u biću jednog čovjeka. Pa makar i sanjao

Hvala .

[Willer]

Erotska avantura u Dejtonu

Poglavlje 1

Sat je pokazivao 03.45 kada ga je probudila zvonjava telefona.

- Ko je u ova doba picka mu materina, promrljao je za sebe Floyd i desnom rukom dohvatio slusalicu crnog telefona koji je bio na ormaricu na kojem su, pored telefona, bile izlozene uramljene slike Carmen Elektre, Emanuelle i Vesne Zmijanac.

- Haa?, rece Floyd pospano.

- Gospodine Yankovich?, zenski glas ga na tren vrati medju zive.

- Ja, sta hos’?, upita Floyd.

- Gospodine Yankovich, jako se izvinjavam sto vam remetim san u ovo doba, medjutim sef me je zamolio da vas zovnem i kazem da vas treba hitno.

- Ko si ti zenska glavo,? ponova upita Floyd ovaj put iritiranim glasom. Njegovo strpljenje je vec bilo pri kraju.

- Oh, da izvinjavam se, ja sam Sussy Flamington, sekretarica gospodina Donalda Gabriela, sefa FBI ureda u Washingtonu. Zamolio me je kao sto sam rekla da vam kazem da mu je potrebna vasa pomoc i da vas mogu nazvati bilo kada, rece zenski glas i zastade.

Floyd pogleda sat jos jednom i tiho opsova u sebi. Znao je da je obecao Donaldu jedne pijane noci, dok su ispijali sljivovicu i mezili jaretinu na Floydovoj vikendici u sumama sjevernog Missurija, da ga moze nazvati u bilo koje doba noci ali nije ni slutio da ce matora pjandura upamiti ovo obecanje, pogotovo ne nakon sto su ispili tri i po flase domace sljive koje je Floydu poslao stari znanac iz djetinjstva iz stare domovine.

-Et me cim dodjem sebi, rece Floyd i spusti slusalicu. Tek sto je ustao sa kreveta, drugi put ove noci trze ga zvonjava. Ovaj put sa vrata.

-**** ti sunce, trze se Floyd i krenu prema vratima. Na umu je imao da opali samarcinu osobi ispred vrata. Kada je otvorio vrata iznenadila ga je pojava sto je stajala ispred.

Bila je to zena plave, kovrdjave kose, cvrstih grudi i strukom koje je odavalo mocnu figuru.

-Ja sam Sussy, pruzi mu ona ruku i nasmijesi se.

Jos obmamljen sokom Floyd ne rece nista nego je samo krajickom oka odmjeri.

-Sef me je zamolio da dodjem do vaseg stana ukoliko ne budete odgovarali na telefon, nastavi ona i odjednom shvati da je ispred nje covjek stajao potpuno go. Istog trenutka je ispuni i uznemirenost i strah, jer je ispred nje stajao grdosija kakvog jos nije vidjela do sada. Spozna da ju je obuzelo crvenilo u obrazima.

-Dederom udji mlada nemoj stojat na vratima, rece Floyd i uhvati je za ruku. Dok su ulazili u sobu, Floyd osjeti da mu se krenuo dizati i brzo uhvati jastuk i stavi ga ispred svoje muskosti.

-Izvin’der sto sam go al nisam znao da si tu, rece Floyd i ponudi je da sjedne.

-Izvinite vi sto ovako nenajavljena dodjoh, ali ipak nekako mi je drago da sam vas upoznala, rece Sussy i dalje malo crvena u obrazima sjedajuci ka sirok krevet koji je bio sav u rusvaju.

Nisi ti mene jos upoznala djevojko, promrlja Floyd u sebi dok je sjedao pored nje. U ocima mu se probudio seksualni nagon koji ga je uvaljao u nevolje bezbroj puta ali koji mu je i dao zadovoljstva isto toliko puta.

Floyd je osjetio da je ovo pravi trenutak. Njegov instikt balkanskog jahaca zena mu je govorio da je ovo trenutak da joj ponudi sve sto ima, da je uhvati nespremnu.

Floyd joj se priblizi sa strane i poljubi je na vrat. Sussy, ukocena, prvo se malo odmaknu ali Floyd osjeti da zastade na trenutak sekunde i zaklopi oci.

**** si jeza sad Suzana, pomisli i nastavi je ljubiti dok se Sussy predala njegovom grubom jeziku i rukama koji su je vec stezali oko grudi. Nije imala snage da se odupire i shvatila je da ga je zeljela cim ga je vidjela kako lebdi ispred nje na vratima. Nije joj smetao ni blagi znoj koji je dopirao iz njega i njegovih neopranih usta. Prepustila se covjeku kojeg je upoznala prije sest-sedam minuta.

Floyd je skinuo brzinom profesionalca i legao na nju svom tezinom. Usao je u nju i ritmickim potezima ubrazvao brzinu. Sussy je stenjala, na ocima su joj isle suze na koje nije bila sigurna jesu li tu zbog toga sto je radosna ili sto je malo bolilo od ogromne kolicine mesa sto je bio u njoj. No nije bilo ni vazno jer je uzivala. Floyd se okacio noktima od posteljinu za bolje uporiste i nastavio ubadati do iznemoglosti. Nakon pedesetak minuta divljeg seksa, znojavi, oboje su pali na krevet ispustajuci lagani krik olaksanja.

Sussy nije imala snage da kaze ista nego je odmah otisla do kuatila da se sapere. Floyd je uzeo peskir koji je bio pokraj kreveta i obrisao znojavo tijelo njime. Nije mu se dalo kupati jer je to vec obavio prije spavanja.

Nakon desetak minuta Sussy je bila odjevena i poravljajuci kosu koja je strsila na sve strane konacno progovorila.

-Ovo mi se jos nikada nije desilo, rece i pogleda u Floyda pomalo zastidjeno.

-Vidis mala, meni se ovo vajik dogadja. Nek ti ne bude zao, opajdarjo sam te posteno, odgovori joj Floyd te nastavi:

-Ak hos’, mozemo se jos pohrvati neki put al sad me vodi dje si naumila.

Sussy je tek tad shvatila zasto je zapravo dosla do malog stana u predgradju Bostona. Bila je tu da Floydu uruci dvije avionske karte za Dayton, Ohio koje je poslao Donald.

-Idemo u Dayton, gospodine Yankovich, rece Sussy i uze svoju torbu koja je lezala na podu.

-Tam' nema ni dobra sira kamoli sta drugo, sta cu tamo, rece Floyd i pogleda je mrko.

-Gospodine, tamo ima neki samit na kojem ce biti svi predstavnici iz vase stare domovine, nek Slobodan, Franjo i Alija te Predsjednik Clinton i tamo ste poslani na specijalni zadatak. To je sve sto mi je Donald rekao, rece Sussy i krenu prema:

-A sad pozurite da stignemo na vrijeme za avion. Polijece za sat vremena.

-**** ti i Donalda i njegove specijalne misije, promrlja Floyd te uze kljuceve iz dzepa i zakljuca vrata. Nije ni slutio sta ga je cekalo.

***

[DANTES]

Lijepo smo rekli erotika u spojler..

[Willer]

Valja li sta?

[DANTES]

Valja li sta?

Stavi u spojler pa ćemo pričati

[Willer]

Valja li sta?

Stavi u spojler pa ćemo pričati

Eto bem ti spoiler.

[DANTES]

Valja li sta?

Ovo je meni više zabavno nego erotski. Dopustio si mašti na volju. Što je dobro . Uvijek. Reci mi odakle ideja da ovo pišeš?

[Willer]

Valja li sta?

Ovo je meni više zabavno nego erotski. Dopustio si mašti na volju. Što je dobro . Uvijek. Reci mi odakle ideja da ovo pišeš?

Ma pijanska ideja prije 15-20 godina. Lik Floyda Yankovicha, balkanskog krkana snaznog stasa znojnog drvosjece, neodoljiv zenama posebno zapadnim damama koje jednostavno polude kad ga vide. Bezobrazan, prost i sklon rakiji, balkanski James Bond koji je prema sopstvenom priznanju spavao sa preko 8.000 zena, medju kojma su Hillary Clinton, pokojna Lady D i Vesna Zmijanac i kucni prijatelj sa familijom Bush, britanskom kraljevskom familijom te dobar jaran sa Jeltzinom dok je ovaj bio u jeku snage. Po danu ubica i agent, po noci ljubavnik diplomatskog zenskog korpusa. Ujutro voli poslusati klasicnu muziku a navece se oduzima uz Milu Kitica i Seki Bihorca.