Interested in Writing for New Weed Site?

Hey all you stoned writers. Got a knack for writing any type of material about marijuana or drugs with passion? Wanna have your own column, article series on a soon to come marijuana website? The site in question is THCFacts.com I am looking for anyone interested in contributing writings to the site for everyone to read and enjoy. Submissions can range from single time pieces to a whole series of your own. The style of the material can be anything you would like!

If you are interested, please email me at [email protected] . I am also looking for a team to help manage and contribute to any aspect of the site. Thanks for reading! :thumbsup:

i nominate beachguy

no but i wrote a story once, about weed, its about in the near future the governmant has done everything in its power to elimante every drug, herb in the world, then a bunch of people start a faction to overthrow the gov .eventualy getting nuclear weapons and such and starting a war ultimatley ending the human race and everyone dies, the point of the story is weed is only a plant its not that bad if people wanna smoke it . its the stupidest story ever but i was bored at school.

Stupid or not, you can always submit short stories/fiction to the creative writing area when the submission's system is up. :D

I might be interested. I am just starting to deal. I could write about that, like how to get started...

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Originally Posted by justinsane

i nominate beachguy

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double, he knows his shit.

I NOMINATE MYSELF AS WELL AS SLIPKNOT

To all that are interested, please get ahold of me some how so that we can discuss ideas for incorporating your creativity into THCFacts.com

Currently the back-end admin section is being perfected so that all 'staff' members can access it with a username and password given to you by myself. There will be a complete list of staff positions posted soon on the homepage of THCFacts. I plan to make THCFacts one of the biggest Marijuana site on the net, with the help of everyone, not just myself :D.

i would really like to write something about pot etiquette.

bonitagreen, excellent just email me and we can talk about it. :D

Currently there are about 5 writers on staff at THCFacts.com; ranging from a grow guide writer to just plain High Blogs. Dont be afraid to suggest something you really want to write about, I am very open to all ideas, the reason I created THCFacts.com was to give the marijuana culture a strong voice.

I dont know alot of technical shit..about pot...but id love to write when im stoned!! Id love to submitt stuff

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Originally Posted by Demon420

bonitagreen, excellent just email me and we can talk about it. :D

Currently there are about 5 writers on staff at THCFacts.com; ranging from a grow guide writer to just plain High Blogs. Dont be afraid to suggest something you really want to write about, I am very open to all ideas, the reason I created THCFacts.com was to give the marijuana culture a strong voice.

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demon, i tried emailing you but i didnt work.. im still interested, let me know :rasta:

i'd be happy to write about anything you'd like... i have a few theories on tolerance and the general psyche of the marijuana smoker's mind (all of which i've gotten under altered perceptions ;) )

some of them may be interesting... possibly a bit radical most of them but some may make sense to you :rasta:

ill be happy to write about how the beatles are fucking amazing...

especially on weeeeed

I invented a laser that cuts trough anything.

Here's something I wrote a while back about an acid trip I had. I've been smoking/shroomin/tripping for more than 20 years and have lots of stories like this. Let me know if you're interested

"January 18, 1987

Last Thursday night at work (Baskin Robbins) some guy I never met came up to the counter and offered me two hits of acid for an ice cream cone. I later learned that he was friends with a girl who also worked there and she had told him she worked with a deadhead from California so, in retrospect, the offer wasnâ??t all that unusual. At the time, however, it was quite bizarre but for some reason, I agreed. As I hand him the ice cream, he digs into his pocket and pulls out, along with a few pennies and a handful of lint, two small squares of paper with little gold stars printed on them. Now Iâ??m really convinced this is some kind of scam since every time I had bought acid in the past it was carefully wrapped but what the hell, it was only an ice cream cone and I wasnâ??t paying for it anyway.

The next day I told my friend Brian about my strange encounter and heâ??s as skeptical as I am about the two hits I had gotten. Although we doubt they are real we still make plans to go somewhere Saturday and take them . We decide upon Starved Rock, a state park about two hours west of Chicago were we know we can wander in nature for hours .

Saturday morning comes and we prepare by dressing in the warmest clothes we have and grabbing a bottle of water and a few pieces of fruit (vitamin c). Looking like a couple of Eskimos we hop in the car and start our journey west. When we are about 15 minutes from the park we each place one of the squares of paper on our tongue. We doubt anything will happen but both grin knowing what might.

Itâ??s about one in the afternoon when we pull into the empty parking lot. It seems nobody else wants to brave the cold so the park will be our own playground for the day. We step out of the car and immediately realize that the two little pieces of paper, which were still sitting on our tongues, were, in fact, quite genuine. And, judging by the fact that we were already feeling the effects quite strongly only 15 minutes after taking them, quite powerful. Again we grin, this time not from knowing what might happen but from what was happening. We do not stop grinning for a very long time.

Starved Rock consists of miles of trails that wind their way through the forest along the Illinois River. This area is quite hilly for the normally flat Illinois countryside and there are many sandstone rock formations which appear quite grotesque as they rise up from the snow covered landscape. There are also numerous deep, narrow canyons formed by small creeks that cut into the sandstone as they make their way towards the river. It is a wonderful place to come straight but acid made it an entirely different place altogether.

It is about half an hour since we have left the car and we are both peaking on what has turned out to be the best acid either of us has ever had. The trails are covered in snow but somehow we manage to follow trail markers placed on the trees. Soon our trail leads us up into one of the canyons and as we turn the corner we both immediately stop dead in out tracks. â??Itâ??s, itâ??sâ?¦oh my godâ?¦ itâ??sâ?¦. dreamcicles!â?� The waterfall at the end of the canyon has frozen solid, as has melt water dripping from the sides of the overhanging canyon, forming giant 80 foot tall icicles. It would be an incredible site to anyone but, with minds fully under the control of LSD, it is an unimaginable wonderland. We both lie down in the snow, staring up at the incredible site before us for what seems like hours. The walls of the canyon seem to pulse, giving life to the giant â??dreamciclesâ?� and, lying there in the snow, it is as if we have become one with some giant icy organism.

Eventually we decide to move on. We exit the canyon and continue up the trail soon reaching the top of another canyon. We walk out on a wooden platform and marvel at the scene below. Seeing the dreamcicles from above puts them into a totally new perspective and is no less marvelous than the previous sight. The canyon itself is no more than twenty to thirty feet wide and, as I look out across the top, it appears as if a layer of some ever-changing, multi-color, gel like substance stretches across to the other side. â??Almost as if you could walk across itâ?�â?¦Itâ??s amazing how common sense can still fight itâ??s way through the acid haze and we both look at each other and know â??Time to go!â?�.

We continue our trek through the woods. The scene is void of any color. Snow covers everything so 90% of what we see is white and the rest is the drab gray of leafless trees and the rocks around us. I reach into my pocket and pull out an orange. Amidst the colorless world we have grown accustomed to the orange is a sudden burst of color that is almost frightening. It is no longer a piece of fruit, it has become a glowing, pulsing, orange orb that we dare not eat. Brian pleads with me to put it back in my pocket. I hesitate. It is far too powerful. Brian will not touch it. We consider leaving it in the woods but can not bare to do so. Reluctantly I put it back in my pocket. It does not come out again.

It is now about 4:30 and, although we are still tripping very hard, common sense once again fights its way to the surface and we realize that we need to head back. But how? We begin to race back the way we had come but quickly realize that somehow, somewhere, we made a wrong turn and are now lost. To make matters works it is now getting dark. We are alone, tripping, lost in the woods and it is wintertime in Illinois. As serious as the situation is our trips do not turn bad. We press onward.

Soon we pop out of the woods and onto a road. We head down the road in the direction that we believe will lead us back to the park. We come to a café and decide to go in to ask directions. As we enter it seems as if every head in the café turns in unison to look at us. They are different. They are clearly not on the same wavelength as we are. We flee.

It is now completely dark. We continue down the road and, by some miracle, we soon come to our car. We are both still tripping but it is cold and dark and we have no choice, we start to drive home. We put the Beatles Abby Road on the stereo and soon come to the small town of Utica and face our first driving obstacle. There are several lights and stop signs and I can not determine exactly where to stop the car for them. Somehow we manage to make it through the town and continue on. Fortunately there is nothing more than country roads between us and home.

Like most roads in rural Illinois this one is nearly ruler straight. The road is empty except for us and we listen in awe to the incredible music that is Abbey Road. The way each song seems to flow into each other. The tempo changes. It is awesome. I have listened to this hundreds of times but never has it sounded this way.. â??I want youâ?¦I want you so baaaad babeâ?�â?¦. Suddenly we see headlights ahead of us. The straightness of the road, combined with the fact that we and the driver ahead of us are both at the tops of small hills with a depression between us, allows us to see each other even though we must be miles apart. â??I want you...I want you so baaad itâ??s drivin me mad..â?� They headlights are getting closer and closer. It feels like hours have past since we first saw them. â?? Sheâ??s soâ?¦HEAVYâ?¦â?� They are nearly upon us now. The anticipation is incredible. An 18 wheeler roars past, shaking my little VW Rabbit as it goes by. It is terrifying, wonderful, and relieving at the same time. Then it is gone. â??Here comes the sun, do da do do..â?� We see no more cars after that.

By the time we finally make it back to town it is after 8:00pm and we are back to reality as well. We smoke a joint and laugh about the dayâ??s events. Eventually we each go our own separate ways and try our best to find the sleep that we know will not come for a long, long time. It will be a day we will remember for even longer

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Originally Posted by justinsane

ill be happy to write about how the beatles are fucking amazing...

especially on weeeeed

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i couldnt agree more

Fengzi, Im totally interested in any material that you have to offer, just contact me so we can talk further.

[email protected]

fengzi, i really like reading your trip... i enjoy being in nature too when i take acid, its the best way! i just tripped saturday night and was outside in miami and it was beautiful!