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Title: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Sadie-la on August 02, 2010, 10:26:40 AM
Ok, so just post any original peaces here. songs, poems, books, essays, anything you want. links are good to.  ;D
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Post by: tridecagirl on August 02, 2010, 12:02:00 PM
I posted something somewhere else. *shrugs* Too lazy to repost it. Go on a treasure hunt!
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Post by: Sadie-la on August 02, 2010, 10:57:40 PM
lol.
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Post by: Abbi4Raie-la on August 03, 2010, 12:28:38 AM
well, to get this thing started, i will post my poem.

I stare right past the vast blue sky
Breathing on me from way up high
I do not see those swimming white clouds
Saying "Look at me. Want to play another round?"
The sun is just a tiny, dim light
Wanting me to see it shine bright
I'm not seeing anything in front of my eyes
But I am seeing deep into my mind
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Sadie-la on August 05, 2010, 12:54:52 AM
wow. you are a good poet. i have writen lots of poems, but none have been that good.
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Post by: Abbi4Raie-la on August 05, 2010, 01:44:43 AM
THANKS!!!!
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Post by: hoverponies forever on August 05, 2010, 10:33:44 AM
DRY TEARS
mechanical robots
dancing in the firelight
perform the sacred ritual
of the native tribes
my metal eyes weep tearlessly
the dry, empty sobs
wracking my body
my metal heart loves not
empty emotions blossoming
from my lips
in the form of lies

PANDA
I look around at the surrounding forest
I see the saws and I tearlessly, soundlessly cry
The bamboo,my life force
is slipping through my mind, my body, my soul
I see the men, faces grim, set out to do evil
on minimum wage
The machines hum, and the life is sucked out of me
My forever home,obliterated by the evil of mankind
I scream and shout, tortured by the images forced upon my eyes
The sounds jammed in my ears
They turn a blind eye
To them, I am just a toy, a toy that is being tossed out of the toy-chest
To make room for technology

These are two of my favorite poems I've written
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: hoverponies forever on August 05, 2010, 10:44:18 AM
oh, wow, gee thanks. I can post more if you like.
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Post by: Sadie-la on August 06, 2010, 05:10:59 AM
lol u guys are way better than me.
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Post by: Nikki-La on August 06, 2010, 06:48:30 AM
I only decided 2 put the 1st & 2nd verse & chorus of my song ''Where Do We Go''


It doesn't work
And it hurts
Trying to believe that everything's ok
That it'll all turn out the way that it should
And it will all be  well and good

When I know deep down
That you'll end up with a frown on your face
And you don't believe me now
That she can only make your life full of pain

So where do we go from here
And what do we do now
The tables are turning in no one's favor
And we'll figure out later or now
''This can't wait''
I pleaded
But I pushed too far
And now we're worlds apart.
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Nikki-La on August 06, 2010, 06:50:53 AM
HP!!!!! ur poems AMAZ!NG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by: hoverponies forever on August 07, 2010, 05:22:45 AM
Do you mean HPF?
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Post by: Nikki-La on August 07, 2010, 05:33:07 AM
lol yeah. sorry. think i brushd ovr the f
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Post by: hoverponies forever on August 07, 2010, 05:38:25 AM
well, thanks! I have tons, but most of it is trash.
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Nikki-La on August 07, 2010, 06:14:40 AM
mine just kinda suck, but i just nvr stop writn em
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Post by: hoverponies forever on August 07, 2010, 06:19:54 AM
yeah, pretty much the same for me. I have scored with about 4 poems, and the rest just stink.
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Post by: Nikki-La on August 07, 2010, 06:23:06 AM
lolol wats usually ur inspirations???
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Post by: hoverponies forever on August 07, 2010, 06:24:50 AM
nothing. That's the problem. Usually I'm just writing out of thin air. When I get a good inspiration, I get a good poem.
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Nikki-La on August 07, 2010, 06:31:06 AM
the 1 i postd was about my best friend d8n this chick tht...... well its in ther.  so tht rly inspird me
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: vampirekitty on August 08, 2010, 11:53:25 AM
Ooh, those are really good :)

Here's 2 of my poems I've posted on Inkpop and on another forum:

Panic forming in my mind
Losing sense of space and time
Choking on my words
The room begins to shake and swirl
Mouth going dry
Feels like I'm gonna die
My throat burns and I can't speak
I know I just need to breathe

Steps
Dancing from your heart
Dancing will always be apart
of your soul
without it, you're not whole
Dance your own way,
though not neat
A slight sway
feel the beat
Rapid steps,
Tapping to the Rythm
Slipping up
Not giving a f***
Can't get enough
Never tire you out
You've gotten a little rough
and you're starting to doubt
but it keeps calling you back
So what if skill is what you lack
Your heart won't let it go
And so dance one step at a time
Cause you still need it
and feel it in your soul

My inkpop: http://inkpop.com/profile/4ddc4a46-81f2-4225-bde6-9cc935a03fe0/lollirotlight/
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: hoverponies forever on August 09, 2010, 05:25:29 AM
Here is another one of my poems. Not as good as the others, but...

Picture Perfect

I glance, absently curious
at the pretty falsehoods
that make up my inconsequential life.

And I see through the frail perfection
of the world around me
that will someday collapse.

Everything is concealed
behind excuses
to keep us ignorant
and uninformed

If we move the curtain
and peer through the window
what we will see is disaster

That window is a bridge.
 It’s broken and crumbling.
to open the window
and repair that bridge,
the world must change
and set loose it’s fears.
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Shay-la-wa on August 10, 2010, 01:25:09 AM
 :o That's awesome!
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Post by: River Kali on August 11, 2010, 02:30:48 PM
I actually have a website with my writing on it.  http://www.riverkali.net (http://www.riverkali.net) is the address.  I'd be most appreciative if everyone would check it out.
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Post by: tridecagirl on August 15, 2010, 08:29:54 AM
She got an account just to post that?
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Post by: Beth-la on August 15, 2010, 08:36:52 AM
I suppose.
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Sadie-la on August 18, 2010, 10:27:19 PM


Panic forming in my mind
Losing sense of space and time
Choking on my words
The room begins to shake and swirl
Mouth going dry
Feels like I'm gonna die
My throat burns and I can't speak
I know I just need to breathe



dude, that would make a really good song.
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Shay-la-wa on August 19, 2010, 12:58:02 AM
That sounds like me with a crush LOL.
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Post by: Mara-la on August 19, 2010, 01:03:31 AM
smile
i once saw a girl, weeping in a corner
i was younger, and she was much older.
i asked "what's wrong?"
she said "life is too long".
i asked what that meant,
and she said "kent"
i asked who that was and where he went.
and she responded with "away"
i said: "don't be sad. put on a smile."
she said "you don't know what it's like to be alone for a while"
a boy came over and said with a smile
"you're not alone"
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Mara-la on August 19, 2010, 01:03:49 AM
sorry, i'm not much of a poet
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Post by: Shay-la-wa on August 19, 2010, 01:05:12 AM
Actually, you don't know what that one means to me.  :)
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Post by: Sadie-la on August 22, 2010, 03:38:13 AM
yeah,  its pretty good. maybe not as good as like, alphred lord tennyson or whatever, but its very... real.
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: vampirekitty on August 22, 2010, 09:55:30 AM
I really liked it Mara-la :)



Panic forming in my mind
Losing sense of space and time
Choking on my words
The room begins to shake and swirl
Mouth going dry
Feels like I'm gonna die
My throat burns and I can't speak
I know I just need to breathe



dude, that would make a really good song.
lol, thanks, I do write lyrics sometimes :D
And I actually wrote it after choking on a speech in my speech class :-[
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Sadie-la on August 22, 2010, 11:43:23 AM
awesome possum. my band has been trying to write some stuff, but so far only to good original songs have formed. all the others suck... or make like no sense. actually not many of our songs do. like here is the lyrics to one of our main ones, which i wrote:

How Do You Know

How do you know when the cat is to fat
How do you know when the pancake isn’t flat
How do you know to say goodbye to floor mat
How do you know when she’s got a funky hat
CHORUS
Na na na king tut, king tut, king tuh-uh-ut

How do you know when there isn’t any doors
How do you know when there is a small floor
How do you know to take away any more
How do you know to find the mythic folklore

CHORUS

How do you know when the dog is in the fog
How do you know about the big fat log
How do you know when to go and jog
How do you know when the kite was on the hog

CHORUS

yeah, we need some serios help. and not just in the songwriting department. do you have any advice on composing? we play rock if that helps.
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Post by: hoverponies forever on August 23, 2010, 03:40:33 AM
That is one of the randomest songs I have ever seen
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: tridecagirl on August 23, 2010, 06:22:18 AM
Listen to the Beatle's "I Am the Walrus" That's king of random songs. Methinks they were on LSD.
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: vampirekitty on August 23, 2010, 08:13:04 AM
awesome possum. my band has been trying to write some stuff, but so far only to good original songs have formed. all the others suck... or make like no sense. actually not many of our songs do. like here is the lyrics to one of our main ones, which i wrote:

How Do You Know

How do you know when the cat is to fat
How do you know when the pancake isn’t flat
How do you know to say goodbye to floor mat
How do you know when she’s got a funky hat
CHORUS
Na na na king tut, king tut, king tuh-uh-ut

How do you know when there isn’t any doors
How do you know when there is a small floor
How do you know to take away any more
How do you know to find the mythic folklore

CHORUS

How do you know when the dog is in the fog
How do you know about the big fat log
How do you know when to go and jog
How do you know when the kite was on the hog

CHORUS

yeah, we need some serios help. and not just in the songwriting department. do you have any advice on composing? we play rock if that helps.

lmao, that's really random :D
Usually I come up with a beat or melody in my head then find words that fit. I write what I'm thinking or feeling, sometimes it just comes to me.
Though I've written some random stuff that didn't make as much sense when I was awake late at night or when I'm really bored
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Abbi4Raie-la on August 23, 2010, 08:18:50 AM
here is something SO random:

I’m a dog. Woof, woof!
I’m a dog. Woof, woof!
But it’s only for a day.
Woof, woof, woof!

Scratch my back. Woof, woof!
Scratch my back. Woof, woof!
Ooh, that’s a good spot.
Woof, woof, woof!

Chase my tail. Woof, woof!
Case my tail. Woof, woof!
Wow, it goes as fast as me.
Woof, woof, woof!

Go to sleep. Woof, woof!
Go to sleep. Woof, woof!
Wow, that was a hard day.
Woof, woof, woof!
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Post by: hoverponies forever on August 30, 2010, 12:06:58 AM
Random poem i  wrote at about midnight on christmas eve:
note: i may have already posted this one. sorry.

COW PLOP
when the fire-cobs crackle
you must scatter your wits
one to each end of the wind
you feel the boiling
and bubbling below you
and you know it is a cow plop
once your marbles are lost
find those wits you scattered
and call them home to you once more
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Mara-la on September 26, 2010, 12:40:02 AM
I'm sick and tired of those lies.
They make me wanna die.
Stop acting cool
Because you look like a fool
You think that you are everything
But that's not true
You think that everything is up to you

*chorus*
The world dosent need you
Anymore than I do.
You put everyone around in pain
But what gain?

That's all I've got so far.
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Post by: ArtfullyInsane on January 29, 2011, 01:56:56 AM
That was awesome!

so i kinda an amateur poet. But here goes.

INSaNITY

I don’t suffer from INSaNITY
I enjoy every minute of it
My mi/nd is bro/ken like shattered glass
But I don’t care
I make my own sparkly reality


Dark and light
The eternal pattern
Why bother with fact?
I love my world
No noise,
No light,
Just me and my dreams

All I have left are dreams
And they are not disturbed
My dreams last centuries
But the nightmares last millennia



The Witches Broom

This storm is a witch
Her thunderous cackle
Echoes flatly on the broiling sea

This wind is her broom
It whistles and whines
And no one flies faster than she

“Can we out run her Captain?”
The question is answered
By the fearful silence of the crew

And the mournful sobbing
Echoes flatly
On the broiling sea

 
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Post by: hoverponies forever on January 29, 2011, 07:31:24 AM
Picture Perfect

The world, so they say,
Is in perfect harmony
Each object, each person,
Precisely equal.
“It’s picture perfect!”
They all say,
Those charming tourists,
Who aren’t actually there.
But is it?
How do I know
That it’s really so beautiful,
And not just shallow, reconstituted lies
Painted over true nature?
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Post by: myst47 on February 13, 2011, 05:33:14 PM
Well, I know this isn't ORIGINAL, but it hasn't gotten a lot of attention... SO... Here is my small story based on Leviathan.

~

"Aleksander?"

 

Alek's head flew from the pillow. A lizard had crawled onto his shoulder and screamed the message into his ear.

 

"Meet me in the Egg Observatory. We need to talk. Lilit."

 

Alek wondered why she would want to talk to him and not Dylan. He knew more on the eggs than Alek did and Lilit liked Dylan. A lot.

 

"Fine. End message." He said, shooing away the small animal. It ran up the wall and climbed into a hole, disappearing from Alek's sight. Alek shook his head and sat up. Dylan was sleeping in a bed across the room, his blond hair messy from tossing and turning all night. Alek felt pain in his chest and forced himself to ignore it. He wondered why that happened every time he saw him. Did Alek feel sorry for his friend? If he did, than why? He forced the thought away as he got dressed. Dylan muttered something and Alek spun around. His friend was still asleep. He'd heard outbursts from Dylan before and every time he caught a word, he'd wonder what it meant. The word Alek hadn't been able to place was "love". He'd wondered if Dylan had a girl he liked back home. He'd imagined him with a girl who's eyes shined whenever he spoke and giggled whenever he said something funny. He'd dreamed of Dylan kissing Lilit and speaking sweetly to her. He shuddered on the idea of that particular dream. He'd had many more dreams of Dylan, but that one seemed to bother him the most... And he didn't know why.   He looked away from Dylan and finished getting dressed. When Dylan had grabbed his sword and reached the door of their room, he looked at Dylan one last time. He stood there for a second, wondering what his friend was thinking in that jumbled-up mind of his.

 

~

 

Alek walked up to the door of the Egg observatory. He knocked on the door and waited. Nobody answered. He knocked again and waited. As Alek was about to knock a third time, he was pulled back. A hand covered his mouth from screaming. The person dragging him back opened the door to a closet and threw him inside. The person shut the door behind them and faced him. Lilit had her hands on her hips, her face wearing an upset expression.

 

"You're five minutes late."

 

Alek rolled my eyes and shrugged. He wasn’t going to listen to her if this was another lecture about the eggs.

 

"What do you want to talk to me about, Lilit?"

 

Her angry look faded, a worried one replacing it.

 

“I want to talk to you about Dylan.”

 

Alek looked up, suddenly interested. He didn’t think Dylan was a stupid subject. He told her to keep talking.

 

“There’s something you don’t know.’ Lilit said.

 

“Well, get on with it.” Alek said. “What?”

 

“I was eavesdropping on the others. They knew something that I wasn’t ready to hear...”

 

“Get on with it!” Alek said louder than he meant to.

 

“Dylan... Dylan isn’t a boy.” She said, whispering the last part too softly for  Alek to hear.

 

“What? I didn’t catch the last...”

 

“Dylan is a girl!” Lilit screamed, covering her mouth after she said it. She put her ear up to the door and made sure no one had heard her. She sighed and repeated it, but Alek hadn’t heard it. Dylan... was a girl? How was that possible? He felt like his heart had stopped. His mind raced trying to match the pieces of the puzzle together.

 

“But... you kissed Dylan!” he said, trying to disprove her comment.

 

“I didn’t know that Dylan was a girl then.” Lilit sat next to him and leaned back on the shelves holding food and such.

 

“If you want to know,” She said, “I found out what Dylan’s real name is. Deryn Sharp. She didn’t want to be a proper young lady back home, so she convinced her brother to help her get into the army. She came aboard the Leviathan by accident. If the ship hadn’t come in time, she would have fallen from the beasty she was riding and died. It wasn’t her fault. The beasty had gotten scared and tried to get rid of her.” She paused and then asked if he was listening.

 

“I’m listening... it’s just...” He stopped. His heart was tearing in two. “I have to see her.”

 

He ran out of the closet and back to their room. It seemed like the world was moving in slow motion and he couldn’t move fast enough. He thought that it couldn’t possibly have been true. His best friend was not a girl. He opened the door and sneaked inside. Dylan was still sleeping. He walked over to him and turned him upwards. He studied Dylan’s face. He noticed the long eyelashes, the perfectly curved nose, and the full mouth... He jumped back, as if struck by lightning. It was true. Dylan was a girl. He remembered her real name, Deryn. He stared at her, wondering how she’d ever gotten away with the scheme. Deryn turned back onto her side and continued to sleep as memories raced through his head. He should have realized it sooner. A sharp pain clenched his heart and he tried to ignore it, but no matter what he did, he couldn’t get it to stop. What was this feeling that kept coming back? Alek pulled a pocket watch out of his coat and looked at the picture of his mother. What would she say if she were here? He studied the picture, but it didn’t seem the same. He looked at a corner of it and scratched it. The picture fell out, and with it a letter. He opened it and immediately noticed his mother’s handwriting.

 

“Dear Aleksander,

 

I know these past few months have been difficult for you. Both your parents are gone from the earth and hope seems to have vanished. But it hasn’t. Do you remember all of the stories I told you when you were younger? Princes winning the heart of the princesses and living happily ever after? Well, as you grow older, you find that finding the princess is a lot harder. It takes a lot more than calling for the princess to throw down her hair. You have to climb up the stairs and catch her heart before another prince has the chance to. You both have to adventure down them again to be able to get that happily ever after. Aleksander, what I’m saying is that you’ll have to take an adventure together to be able to reach safety in life, like your father and I. Even though I’m gone, remember to always protect the people you love and never sit and watch them suffer. Help them and love them. I hope you live a long and amazing life. I love you, Alek. Never forget that.

 

Your mother.”



Alek’s tears had smothered some of the writing, but he understood it all. He looked at Deryn and his heart felt the biggest charge of pain he'd ever experienced. Instead of pushing the feeling away though, he grabbed onto them and finally understood it. He knew what his feelings were, he’d just never known them too well to express them. Deryn started to say something and Alek ran to her side. She muttered only one word, but it was enough to confirm Alek’s feelings.

 

“Alek”

 

“I’m here.” He told her. Her eyes shot open and she sat up. Her eyes widened as she saw him.

 

“Did you hear anything, lad?” She asked. She started to push the sheets away.

 

“Deryn.” Alek said.

 

“What is..” She froze. Her eyes started tearing and she covered her mouth in shock.

 

“Who... Who told you?” She asked, a tear falling onto her cheek.

 

“Lilit.” He said blankly. His heart was pounding. How would she react?

 

Another tear fell from her eyes.

 

“I meant to tell you. I did. I just, didn’t know what you’d say... and I...” She stopped and started to breathe faster. She put a hand up to heart and kept crying.

 

“My heart’s pounding, lad.” She said. She wouldn’t look at Alek. “I know you’re upset at me.” She said, her tears falling onto her shirt.

 

“I was at first.” Alek admitted. “But I was too confused to even notice the anger. After a while, I realized that maybe you had reasons to not tell me... and I realized what they were.”

 

Deryn looked up at this.

 

“Then what were my reasons?” She asked.

 

Alek reached over and took her hand. His heart raced faster, her touch electrifying him.

“You didn’t want to ruin our friendship and kept quiet about your feelings so I would never get hurt.”

 

She nodded and wiped away her last tear.

 

“I’m sorry.” She said.

 

“I’m sorry.” Alek said. He leaned in closer. “I never told you how I felt.”

 

Deryn froze again.

 

“And what are those?” She asked.


Alek leaned in closer. He kept coming towards her until their lips met. Deryn seemed to melt after a few seconds. She put her arms around his neck and Alek put his hands on her waist. Deryn closed her eyes and breathed out. Alek did the same and felt his heart melt with hers. She pulled away and broke into a smile. Alek stared into her eyes and remembered his mother's words. The prince always found a princess, but it did indeed took a while to find and win her heart.
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Vadmaus on February 14, 2011, 12:00:53 AM
Chapter 2, Exodus Book 1

“I’ve been waiting for you three for too long. I was about to leave without.”
“What’s the rush, Khan?” John asked.
“I’m on a schedule,” Khan replied.
“Why, worried you won’t make employee of the month again?” joked Nathaniel. Everyone busted out laughing at his comment.
“Yeah, very funny,” Khan said, “Laugh at the man that writes your paychecks.” Everyone stopped immediately, which caused Khan to laugh himself.
“How’s it been Khan?” Tamara asked, “Are the children causing problems?”
“No, they’re doing well in the Empire.”
Khan is the Engineer Master of The Slipkarium Mine, as well as the squad leader of Nathaniel’s engineering squad. Like Nathaniel, he has a high education in the military, and in engineering, but his education far exceed Nathaniel’s. Khan is 8 feet and 3 inches tall, giant for a human, but average for the Scorpius species he’s a part of. His eyes are a soft gray, dulled to where they appear white. He has raven black “hair” slicked back in a single, perfect direction. He isn’t very muscular, but can still stand toe to toe with an enemy twice his size. He has known Nathaniel and his friends since they signed up for a job, and still isn’t fond of their actions, even if they are important.
“So, what’s been slowing you down?” asked Khan.
“Oh, you know, getting in fights, stopping traffic, the usual,” Tamara, answered.
“Obviously.”
“So did any of you hear?” asked Khan, “Yesterday was Alexander Alaniz’s birthday. He turned 74.”
“Yes we know yesterday was his birthday,” replied Nathaniel, “He is my father.”
Actually it hadn’t crossed Nathaniel’s mind, for he had forgotten all about it. “Did any of you receive Jacob’s message, it was quite funny.”
“Yeah it was,” Tamara lied. She can easily get afraid, so she didn’t even open the message, John did. “Did you know that the G.T.C. is creating a defense budget?” she asked Khan.
“No they’re not,” he said, “I’ve seen the budgets and defense isn’t one of them.”
“Then where is all the money going to?” asked Nathaniel.
“Biological research,” he answered, “The G.T.C. wants to replace the standard machinery and replace it with bio-tech.”
“Who’s commissioning it?”
“GloboCorps.”
“That’s not possible.”
Khan became annoyed at Nathaniel’s response, “How?”
“It’s because HERC-Bio is the only company with allowed bio technology.”
“Enough with the ‘HERC is so great’ routine,” Khan said with steel in his voice, “It’s one thing to pick a fight with John here, it a whole other matter picking a fight with me.”
“Are you threatening me Khan,” Nathaniel replied, his RIG light glowed with his increased heartbeat.
“You, and your father behind you.”
“Are you sure that’s a good idea, Khan Altaeros?”
Nathaniel and his friends turned around to see him: Alexander Alaniz, the father of the modern world.
Alexander Alaniz was an old man at 74. His eyes are a deep hazel and his hair is graying and thin. His skin is wrinkly and covered with the scars of Time and war. His intelligent and creativity, earned him the title “Alexander the Great”.
Though out his teen years and into his early 40’s, Alexander had a huge contribution with the military. It is his decoration and rank from the Third World War and the Nexus Wars on Old Earth, mostly from the latter, that has given him utmost respect and honor in the Earth Committee. It was this respect and honor that made him the 56th president of the United State Conglomeration of Nations.
“So what are you talking about Khan,” he asked.
“Just the greatness of GloboCorps, and the fraud that HERC has committed,” he answered.
“You’re talking about the fact that my inventions are inspired by video games like Halo and Dead Space?”
“Basically,” Khan shrugged, “Do you still void copyrights?”
“No, like the names of these inventions, I own the copyrights.”
“You obviously don’t know business. I never voided copyright, nor cheated out of a lawsuit. I was inspired by them, and used their titles in my name. There is no copyright violation there.” Alexander smiled, “And besides, I married the founder of GloboCorps, so HERC and GloboCorps is the same in knowledge and formality.
Khan reeled back his argument. He lost an argument, with the most famous person in the world, something he wasn’t comfortable with. “Very well,” Khan said, holding back his anger, “Either way, GloboCorps is better.”
“I cannot, and will not, change your opinion. But the argument, was a simple game of chess, and you have been checkmated.” This statement caused Nathaniel to smile.
“Casting, aside the argument,” Tamara said with a worrisome tone, “We need to get to work. The more time we spend here fighting, the less time we get to receive pay.” Nathaniel nodded and Alexander gestured to the Grand Central Station, where everyone went to go off world to spaceships, stations, and the mines. “Why are you coming with us?” Tamara asked Alexander.
“Roxanne told me, no, yelled at me to inspect the mine. She is worried for the workers lives and wants to see if they are being treated properly.” Khan laughed. “What’s so funny?”
“Hell hath no fury like a woman’s wrath,” he said. Alexander stared at him, and then began to laugh with him. “Alexander, don’t you know, curiosity killed the cat?”
“Yes, but satisfaction brought it back.” Alexander still pondered at the thought, he wondered what worried her to make him do it.
Nathaniel picked up a newspaper on the way and he read the title to the group, “People gone missing on Slipkarium Mines.” A horrified expression grew on Tamara’s face, “Missing?”
“Yes, missing,” Alexander said, “Over the past few months, several people have either disappeared, or been found dead, on several Slipkarium Mines within the New Earth sector.”
Tamara grew more concerned, “Dead?” Everyone went silent after what she said.
Khan broke the silence and cleared his throat, “Well, this has been a good story but I need to go to work.”
Alexander grew annoyed, “Ignorance isn’t a foolish man’s bliss. You just can’t ignore these signs.”
Khan raised a hand to hit him, but Alexander countered by grabbing his wrist. “You think you’re so special, don’t you?”
“All apart of who I am.” Alexander then twisted his arm to behind Khan’s shoulder blade. “Don’t test me Khan, I will easily dislocate your arm.”
“Fine,” he grunted in pain, “but you let me go first.” Alexander complied.
Nathaniel pushed Khan away. “Don’t mess with him,” he said, “He doesn’t play around.”
“If we may,” Alexander stressed, looking at his pocket watch, “We are on a schedule.” Everyone followed him to the teleporter. They passed up many people from all over the city. They eventually stopped, in front of them was a round, sky blue dome with little black circles around it. People came to and fro on those circle as some dissipated or materialized on them.
“Where would you be heading?” the teleport Master AI asked.
“Sagittarius Slipkarium Mine.”
“Very well, would you please step on?” Everyone in the group did as told and stood perfectly still on their circles. A blue spiral of energy then surrounded them, as they dissipated into Slipspace Particles.
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: hoverponies forever on February 14, 2011, 06:47:36 AM
I just wrote a new song! well, part of a new song. But i have a tune and everything!
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: ArtfullyInsane on February 14, 2011, 07:30:19 AM
post it post it post it!
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: hoverponies forever on February 14, 2011, 07:49:29 AM
I can't find my notebook. Here is what I have from memory:

Ebony skin
Paper thin
Barely containing
what little's remaining
of angels whose
blood flows like tears

Withering rose
Nobody knows
Just how long it will last
but then, nobody asked
the angels whose
blood flows like tears

Inky  black hair
maiden so fair
A curtain to hide
From all their prying eyes
for the angels whose
Blood flows like tears

I think this is right...
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Nikki-La on February 23, 2011, 04:21:44 AM
The Crushing Saga
By Nyk Morris


1.3.11
You leave me more confused than before I saw you.
Am I alone in feeling this?
Is it the same for you?
Do you feel sparks?
Chemistry?...
Heat?...
Me…?...

®1.4.11®
Is it you?®
®You?
No. It can’t be.®
®I thought it impossible…
Yet, here I stand.®
®With you.
Unbelievable…®
®Yet within full grasp.
An Unreal and true®
®Lie…?...





1.4.11.2?
What if?
What if the world were a different place?
What if we’re to be?
What if I fit into the nook of your arm,
The mold of your chest?
What if I’m dreaming?

1                  5                  11
Seeing this again
Everything feels so thin.
Looking through a closed door
To a world you can’t go in.
My heart cries,
As do my eyes,
The world spawning lies.

11.7.1
.gnilims llits tub detartsurF
.uoy ta dam eb t’nac I
.yad ym sekam uoy gnieeS
,emityreve ni em llup uoY
.uoy fo hguone teg t’naC
.enihsnus thgirb ekil s’tI

17112            17112            17112
You fill me with such joy that I write poetry
Once more.
It won’t have to rhyme.
It doesn’t matter.
All I know is that
All we know is falling…
Together.

-.-0.--
Strange to slip into an easy rhythm
We fall into a gentle stream.
-.-0.--
An easy beat to dance to
Things feel real when I’m with you
-.-0.--
I want you more.
You more.
More
-.-0.--

1.11.11
Waiting on what I hope will come
Wanting what may be
Wishing for time with you
Time spent letting
Things bring us together
Thinking about you
Moments Praying

1.11.11.2
You play girls like a game
Will I be the one to tame
This wild side so I can see
The gentle layer that I seek
The you no one else knows
The care for me it shows

1.13.11
I suppose it may be time for me to pull
Away from what could happen with me and
You must know what I am thinking
Seeing this other
Meaning I really hope you
Stay

1.13.11.2
Consuming?
Riveting?
I wonder what
Kissing you would be
Like?
Would it make me swoon?
Would there be heat?
Fully Chaste, of course.
But wonderful?
Real…?

1.14.11
I need your warmth
Longing draws me to you
You hold me to Earth
You make me swoon
So give me your fingers
Entwined in mine
Your touch lingers
Forever in my mind
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: hoverponies forever on February 23, 2011, 09:41:10 AM
Whats with the numbers and copyright symbols and stuff?
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Nikki-La on March 10, 2011, 04:14:47 AM
i didn't mean for those to be in there. but some of the other symbols are supposed to be....i dunno, i just wanted it like that.

are they good???
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Treya-Chan on March 10, 2011, 07:10:34 AM
Why Is the world out to get me? Do they know what I am? Why is it no one gets me? Is there anyone in this world that I can trust or do they just want me for lust? I thought he would have come for me by now but his still not here. Did I do something wrong? Where is my love he told he he'd save me and yet he isn't here to wipe my tears away today. Is there something wrong with me? I mean besides being  what I am. How I miss him so my dear sweet Derek





thats only part of it i have 8teen pages plus a prologue
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: hoverponies forever on March 10, 2011, 10:30:57 AM
A new song-ish thing I wrote that has a great possibility of sucking beyond belief. Sometimes it does that.

Leave It All Behind


CHORUS:

So let me run
Past the moon, past the stars
Let me play hide and seek
Shy away from the sun

VERSES:

I will wither
I will fade
Leave behind
What lives in vain

I will crumble
I will fall
Leave behind
Existence small

CHORUS

I may smile
And I may laugh
But really
I can't face the past

I may skip
And I may sing
But that's just a mask
That memories bring

CHORUS

I can leave
And I can go
A nobody
That you don't know

I can flee
And I can scram
Since you don't see
Just who I am

CHORUS

You don't see
Just who I am
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Treya-Chan on March 10, 2011, 03:43:29 PM
thats good!
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: hoverponies forever on March 10, 2011, 03:44:21 PM
thanks. A lot of time I don't know whether things are good or not because I show all my work to TTB, and as far as I can tell, she is crazy biased.
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Treya-Chan on March 10, 2011, 03:48:05 PM
awe i see (no i really do)
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: hoverponies forever on March 10, 2011, 03:49:37 PM
And if I show most of my work to anyone else, they will freak and think I'm suicidal, so yeah, all I get is biased-ness most of the time
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Treya-Chan on March 10, 2011, 04:45:25 PM
LOL you to? All my stuff is really dark . i only show the not so dark stuff on here LOL!
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: holywalrus2 on March 10, 2011, 11:01:30 PM
I have a part of my book, but I haven't finished the chapter, and I'm feeling lazy right now. >.<
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: hoverponies forever on March 11, 2011, 12:16:54 PM
LOL you to? All my stuff is really dark . i only show the not so dark stuff on here LOL!
Yeah, I only post the light stuff on here... it's kind of shame cuz I think my darkest poetry is the best, but, you know... it's REALLY dark.
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Nikki-La on March 19, 2011, 03:30:31 AM
My poems and songs are really dark. i don't know how people will respond to it
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: hoverponies forever on March 19, 2011, 08:00:40 AM
It seems like we all write crazily depressing stuff, so I don't think anyone will be too freaked out.
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Nikki-La on March 22, 2011, 03:52:39 AM
Well that's good. At least no one will freak out and anyones writings
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: hoverponies forever on March 22, 2011, 08:49:28 AM
I don't post my absolute darkest stuff, but almost all of my poetry is depressing, so you know... whatever.
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Treya-Chan on March 22, 2011, 02:48:59 PM
Here gos this is a short story i wrote hope you like it
~~~~~~

I was running for my life or so i thought. I turned back to see if i had lost him but to my surprise he was still there so i run around the corner and keep running tell I got to the lake. Then I did the only thing I could i jumped in to the lake i hit the freezing water then i realized that I forgotten how to swim. Then the boy or man (I don't know how old he is okay?) jump in the water after me he swam at inhuman speed toward me as i sank in to the beautiful water then he pulled me out i started to kick him and just then i realized that he was not trying to hurt me he was trying to help me. But why? "Let me answer that I'm trying do help you and you're not making it easy so please stop kicking me?" I stopped kicking him. "There is someone after you and it is not me. They are more dangerous then I am and they want you dead." Then everything went black

When I woke up and I was laying on a bed a big really old looking bed. I herd someone playing the piano. I got up and followed the sound "This house is huge," I walked threw a big doorway in to what looked like a living room it had really old looking stuff in it but it was all in black to windows was boarded up. that's odd why are they boarded up? Then i walked in to what looked like a hallway but bigger then one I came to a door i opened it to see the man playing to piano. He turned to look at me and we locked eyes,
    "Hi I'm glad to see you up and moving around Kayla. How are you feeling?"
   "How do you know my name? And who are you?" He looked at me like i should know but why? I stuck my head in the room and looked a round but the more i look the more old stuff I saw like the piano was one of toughs really old ones. but that's not what bothered me it was that i have that really weird feeling like I've been here before. and that piano i want nothing more then to go over and play it but i didn't even no how to play the piano so why that feeling? Man i hate not knowing it drives me crazy and why am I so clam about all of this I should be freaking out right now but I'm not why? giving up i looked but at the guy still playing the piano. And ah why was he still play that? He patted the free spot next to him,
    "come sit down Kayla you still look tired." I just stood there. This guy is really starting to tick me off. "Oh come on Kayla I know you are still tired and don't worry about not knowing the answers will come to you latter. Now come sit down and talk with me." I did as he said and come over and sat down but not cause he told me to but because I was still tired but how did he know that? "so how have you been? Long time no see Kayla." I did not answer and I didn't plan to and I'm pretty sure he got that. "Okay so don't answer that." it was not a quieten but I answered,
    "Okay I wont." he looked at me like I was a little kid doing something naughty and to tell you the truth it really hurt me, "What? jeez don't look at me like that. and what in the name of never mind is your name?" He just look at me like he was disappointed,
   "Okay I'll tell you my name is Adrian don't you remember that?" I was so confused now. "Um why should i know it?"
   "Because I told you it last night. you truly didn't remember it?"
   "No but I'm sorry i didn't- wait what am I saying I don't even know you." he didn't say anything after that but he grabbed my hand and put it on the piano and helped me play it and that's when it happened
 School had just gotten out and i was walking home when I felt some one following me. But did not pay attention to it my mind does weird things so there was probably no one there so turning down the ally like normal. It was darker then normal but oh well I still feel at home in it but the feeling of being followed didn't go away like normal I'm saying normal a lot why? I don't know cause I'm so not normal there I said it again. why? my life is so not normal. So I keep walking and walking singing to bass the time. "Story of my life Searching for the right But it keeps avoiding me Sorrow in my soul Cause it seems that wrong Really loves my company He's more than a man And this is more than love The reason that the sky is blue the clouds are rolling in because I'm gone again and to him I just can't be true." Okay so what I like Rihanna? i continued singing it (So take that.) then I hear foot steps I stop and spun around no one. okay so I am being followed okay don't panic, Don't panic just keep walking that's it, there you go good girl. more foot steps. Oh my god what am I going to do? how am I going to get out of this? NO don't panic, I most not panic. what am I talking about I am ready panicking. Trying to calm myself down I walked a little faster. “Hey you can you slow down do you know how herd it is to keep up with you? No you don't that was a dumb question for me to ask.” A guys voice said from behind me it was sweet but scary at the same time then I started running. I ran around a corners, jumped over rocks, Curbs man I am good at the running away part of this.  Why is this guy following me? Why me? Is he going to kill me? Well I'm not going to wait around to see I ran faster then I ever ran before my brain telling my muscles  work herder, You've got to move faster you can't let him catch you keep moving. But I was getting tired fast and knew  if I didn't get home in time that guy was going to catch me and I'd be to weak and tired to do anything. So I keep running hoping that if I was getting tired so was he. But he just keep running looking back at him I saw he was about a block behind me. So I pushed myself to run faster he was to close for comfort wow never thought I'd use that line who'd of thought it?  Why Dad have to move to the country? Oh sure “lets move to the country Kayla. You'd get to ride your four wheeler more.” yeah and when some ones chasing me home what am I going to do the?. I hate you dad thanks a lot. I turned down another ally run in the shadows so he couldn't see me oh I hope he can't see me. I turned back to see if i had lost him but to my surprise he was still there so I ran around the corner and keep running tell I got to the lake. Then I did the only thing I could I jumped in to the lake I hit the freezing water then I realized that I forgotten how to swim. Then the boy or man (I don't know how old he is okay?) jump in the water after me he swam at inhuman speed toward me as I sank in to the beautiful water then he pulled me out I started to kick him and just then I realized that he was not trying to hurt me he was trying to help me. But why? "Let me answer that I'm trying do help you and you're not making it easy so please stop kicking me?" I stopped kicking him. "There is someone after you and it is not me. They are more dangerous then I am and they want you dead." then everything went black. When I woke up I was in the boy's arms, “Shh your safe now don't worry Kayla.”
   “h-h-how do you know my n-name? H-hey whats your n-name?” I was really, really tired my legs hurt from all that running I did and to tell you the truth it felt good to not be n my feet for once. I was so tired I probably would just fall down if I tried to walk.
   “I'm Adrian. And this is Tasha  she was so worried about you. And she's the reason I'm here right now.” I just smiled at the little girl and fell back to sleep. I woke up when we were walking in to a house that look really really old Tasha at his side they put me on a really big bed and tucked me in. he put Tasha on the bed at kissed me on the forehead and walked out.
   “How are you feeling Kayla?” I looked at the little girl she was probably 6 or 7 really beautiful with her white blonde hair with I say white blonde I mean it, her brown eyes look deep into my almost white ones, her skin was tanner then I thought.
   “I'm just tired Tasha I'll be okay. Don't worry your pretty little head about it okay?” she smiled
   “You think I'm pretty?” I looked at her and could not help but smile back at her
   “No dear I think you are beautiful.” her smile if it could got even bigger,
   “no one ever calls me beautiful. Thank you Kayla.” she jumped off the bed and started to walk out of the room but then turned back to me, “Oh and Kayla you are pretty to.” with that said she walked out he door and I fell back to sleep with a smile on my face I really liked that girl and I don't know why.

Then I was back at the piano with Adrian my hands working with his we were playing the most beautiful music I ever herd.
   “Hey Adrian I'm sorry I guess you did tell me your name last night. Sorry I forgot it.” he just smiled. And I finely got a good look at him, he has black shaggy,wavy hair that keep falling in his  deep violet eyes staring at me with worry and love at the same time,  he was tanner then me but Tasha was tanner then him, he was about six feet tall and had a goatee. so how old is he? Well he tell me if I ask? Okay he is kinda cute I'll give him that. “Hey where is Tasha? Did you know that no one ever told her she was beautiful?” he smiled again his smiled said a lot,
“She's at school. And that's not true I tell her that every day she just doesn't listen. So how are you feeling? Are you light headed at all? Do you feel like you are going to throw up? are you still tired?” It was my turn to smile then I actually laughed I don't remember the last time I laughed,
“I'm feel fine. No I don't feel light headed at all. And no I don't think I'll throw up. And no I'm not still tired. What are you know my mom? Or are you my dad?” he started laughing at that one then he grabbed my hand a kissed it then started play the piano again then I realized that we had stopped play it. “Wait you said school. I'm sorry I have to go now I'm going to be late for school if I don't go now.” he just looked at me then the piano then back at me. “What do you do? I can't miss my dad will kill me.” and he looked at the piano then back up at me,
“Um we called you in sick for the last three days now and today is Saturday  so you don't have school. See how that works?” Oh. My. God my dad is going to kill me, okay just breath that's it in out.
“Okay how long have I been asleep now? And when are you going to let me go home? If I don't go home and the school told my dad I was sick and I'm not home do you know what is going o happen? No you don't so don't answer that. I'm going to die.” I slammed my head down on the piano okay well I was going to but Adriana's hand got in the way. “Move your hand.” I grabbed his wrist and tried to move it but it wouldn't move not even a little bit,
“No! Okay one no one and I mean no one hits my piano. Two you have be knocked out for three days. Three  when Tasha says you can go home then and only then do you go home Kayla. And ah never hit my piano.”  I got up and walked over to the door,
“Okay I want hit your piano Adrian.” Then I hit my head on the door jam has hard as I could. Then pulled back and did it again. The I punched it as hard as I could Crack the door jam cracked from the impact of my fist.
“Kayla why did you do that?” Tasha voice made me jump
“Oh my god don't do that Tasha. And I did it cause I couldn't hit my head on the piano so I hit it on the door jam.”  She looked up at Adrian then said,
“You and me need to have a talk we can't let her go around hitting things she will brake her hand—Wrist—whatever you'd like to call it.”  Turning back to me she said, “may I talk to Adrian alone please?” I turn and walked away saying,
“Don't need to ask me twice. I don't like him, his weird and not the good weird either. Bye talk to you later Tasha.”  So I walk around the home looking for a exit I didn't have any luck so I started looking for the kitchen. I found a  room it was all dusty and dirty so I went in it and I found a old book  I blow on it to see what it was but then it vanished. I walked over the what looked like a bed and sat down I started looking around I saw book case upon book case fulled with books.  wow who ever had this room loved book more then I do and that's saying something. I got up and walked over to one of the book cases and picked up a book, I opened it and started reading it,

day one with out my child,
he said I should not see her any more because of what I am I said I should but in the end he won. How I  hated letting her go but in my heart I know it was the right thing to do. I could not let her see me like this even if I wanted to I know I would not go back I love her to mush to put her though that. And I know one day we well meat again but until then I well weep for the loss of my child.
E.A.W


I closed the book crying my eyes out. Who could do such a thing? That's just wrong on all levels taking a child away for its mom that's just wrong.
“What are you doing in here?” I jump and spin around putting the book behind me I'm taking this book with me no matter what good it just Adrian.
“Oh. My. God don't do that Adrian ever again. That's freaky and I don't like it.” he look scared, and worried at the same time.
“Get out of there did you know she will kill you if she finds you?” I just walked out of the bedroom and hit him in the arm.
“Okay so where is the kitchen?” he grabbed his arm and pulled me around corners and down stairs and though a door.
“here it is. What do you want to eat we have everything and I mean everything so what do you want?”I just sat on the counter.
“Um... Can I just have like chicken nuggets and mac and cheese?”  Tasha came in the kitchen and sat down—okay Adrian picked her up and sat her down next to me.  Adrian went off on started cooking,
“hey Kayla did you ever meat your mom?” Tasha asked I just shook my head then I wanted to cry again. “Oh sorry if I upset you Kayla I just was asking. If it makes you feel better I never meant my mom. But E--” Adrian shot Tasha a death glare, “Never mind but I am sorry.” I rapped her up in a hug cause she looked like she was about to cry to. “Adrian I miss her a lot why did she have—.” Adrian run over and took Tasha out of my arms and sat on to floor and hugged her while rocking her back and forth. I go up and walked around till I got to the room that I started in. I walked in and shut the door and sat on the bed and read more of that book—dairy that I found,

Day two without her.
I miss her so bad, but I keep telling myself that I will get to see her again some day and that's why I keep living because with out her life is nothing. But knowing I will see her again  keeps me living. So I write in this so maybe one day she can read it and see how much I love her. Oh he called today he said she was fine. But if only I could see her I'd do anything to see her. Listen to me its only been two days and I miss her so much I hoping that I start to feel full again one day cause leaving her left a big hole in my heart I hope that one day that can be full again. I miss her so much one day, one day I will see her again I just have to keep telling myself that. But it doesn't make it hurt less. I must go they are coming
E.A.W

I herd a knock at the door, “Can I come in Kayla? Or are you going to come out?”  I put the dairy down,
“Coming” I got out to find Adrian holding mac and cheese and chicken nuggets yay. “Thank you!” I turned to go back  to go in the bedroom
“Wait there Missy. You can come eat with us in the kitchen.” he grabbed my food then my arm a lead me in to the kitchen again. I sat down next to a window even though I could not see out it, it mad me feel more at home I always eat next to the window so I could watch the birds fly about my dad always said “your mom liked watching the bird just as much as you do if not more.” then he'd pat me on the head and walk away. If only I got to see my mother once just once. I could hear Tasha and Adrian  talking I didn't really pay attention to what they were saying in till I herd them say something about me them I listened harder “She acts just like her.” Tasha
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Treya-Chan on March 22, 2011, 02:49:09 PM
was saying
“That's kinda freaky you know? She looks a lot like her to.” Adrian said
“Well I really miss her. Hey Adrian can Kayla stay with us I mean I'd feel like she was still here. Please? Oh please? I know it hurts you to see Kayla and remember but I like Kayla like the way I liked her can she please stay?” Who are they talking about? Who am I like? I'm so lost why couldn't I have been listen the hole time?
“Shhhhhh Tasha she's listening.”
“Fine but I think she has the right to know!”
“Well lets not make her hurt if we don't have to okay?” Adrian sounded mad now
“Oh give it up you've had a crush  on her ever silents she brought you here Adrian” okay I couldn't take it anymore so I pouched the window my hole hand went throw but oh well I turned around to look at Adrian and Tasha.
“Really don't talk about me like I'm not here that can wait tell I jump out this window-” I pointed to the window I just hit, “And who in the world am I like? And you better tell me or I'll kill you Adrian so are you going to tell me or not? An—”
“There she is! Don't just stand there get her.” It was a guys voice a really freaky guys voice it was deep and scary. Then all I saw was a black thing fly throw the window that I had just pouched it tackled me to the floor. Adrian jumped in to action Tasha did to.
“What the heck is this bet up K-”
“Don't say your name!” Adrian yelled at me cutting me off. Then I saw Adrian and a guy go flying  the window and go into a lake-pound thing and Tasha and a guy went flying out the window and then I couldn't see them I was left with the guy on top of me. I manged to get me feet on his chest and I kicked harder them I ever kicked in my life. He went flying I got up and run over to him straddled him and started bet the crap out of his face. Blood was every where on me on him we rolled then he was on top of me again he hit me in the mouth then the nose. I kicked him off again a run over a grabbed a knife a come back over and with all me weight and muscles I stabbed him throw the heart. Then I got up and run outside to help Tasha and Adrian. I run over to that pound and jumped in I found the guy but not Adrian.  I got him  it the heart and started looking for Adrian but gave up and looked for Tasha. Oh if anything happened to Tasha I'd kill myself I found her standing over the a guy that was unconscious. “Move now!” I yelled at Tasha and she did I throw myself at the guy knife landing in his heart. “There that's all of them. Now where is Adrian.” I run back over to the pound and jumped in only this time I hit something “Ow” Adrian popped up and took a breath I throw my arms around him “Oh  my god your okay.” He smiled
“Yeah but next time try not to land on me okay?” he swam off then back over to me that's  when I saw the tale. No he cant be a mermaid they are just fake right? Oh god what if there not?
“Hate to miss this up but theirs more.” Tasha said as she pointed to the house so knife in hand I ran up to the first guy  and started fighting Adrian and Tasha on my tale I killed that guy then helped Tasha. Then I felt something hit my back and my vision blared in and out then it cut right throw me
“Ow what the heck?” I turned just in time to see anther guy with a knife trying to stab me I kicked him then got up to go stab him but then I got tackled again.  I kicked the guy off me but I cut his arm and I caroled okay I tried to carol but it didn't work I knocked in to a guy and he had a knife what are they going to kill me?  He got me in the arm and a got him in the caff still on my back I put me arm that didn't have to knife over my chest so they couldn't get me in the heart. My arm throbbed but I tried to forget it then I saw a guy holding a knife to Tasha throat. “Don't touch her! Put her down NOW! If you touch one hair on her head I will kill you slowing and painfully you got that big guy?” I shook the knife as I said it and like haft the guy backed away or took five steps back I locked eyes with him and I know I looked mad and freaky cause I could feel myself starting to smile a very evil smile. Then he let go of Tasha and Tasha run over to me and got on her knees looking at the cut on my arm. “Tasha no run! Just run! Please for me run?” she looked up at everyone and  I could tell she was getting mad then she sprang at a guy throwing him in to a wall then she pulled him back and did it again I just shook my head. Then I got cut again  “Ow can you quit that like now!” I hit a guy in the nuts with my fist then I stood up and backed in to a corner so I could see the hole room and then a guy came running toured me and I got him in the chest and he fell dead at my feet. I looked around then raised my eyebrow and cocked my head then said “Anyone else?” like I think  six guys run toured me I got the first one then the next got me in the gut. God that hurts. No forget the pain you need to help Tasha and Adrian. I just looked up at him and he fell limb at my feet I kicked him nothing. Is he dead no, no time to think just keep going. I looked up just in time to move so I didn't get stabbed then I saw Adrian get hit in the mouth then the guy grabbed Adrian and put a knife against his neck and some one did that same to Tasha next thing I knew some one kicked the knife out of my hand and then I was surrounded. “No put then down.” I tried to reach to Tasha but they hit my hand down I hit my head against the wall then pulled it back and did it again I could feel the wall starting to give. Then the guy holding Tasha said,
“Don't let her do that she will brake the wall. Stop her.” I just keep going then a guy reached out and grabbed my head and then I herd some thing snap and the guy puled his hand away holding  his wrist and my head hit the wall,
“Um I think she broke my wrist. How could she do that?” then I saw a woman walk in to the room with out make in a sound she went over to the guy with Adrian and knocked him in the back of the head he fell to the ground then she did the something to the guy holding Tasha. Then walked over to the guys around me,
“Because she is special. Don't you get it? Oh and let her go now” she hit one guy in the back of the head and I grabbed his knife and got anther one. And before I know it they where all dead and laying at my feet I bent down to check the guy that cut my gut to check to make sure he was dead and he was weird but oh well. Never looking at me she said “My darlings come here.” she held out her arms and Tasha and Adrian run over and jumped into her arms I just sat against the wall holding my knees against my chest  rocking back and forth and my hair fell down around me. Because I know that she was or they think of her like their mom. And I didn't have that I got up and ran into my room and slammed the door and locked it then I sled down the door and rapped my arms around my knees again and started crying. I ran over and grabbed the diary thing and ran out of my room and into the one I got it from. And I shut the book and to my surprise there was a lock so I locked the door. And was getting ready to read it but then I herd a knock at the door and the handle started moving like some one was trying to get in. I ran over to the bed and slid under and watched the door. The door came open and I saw that woman from down stairs walk in holding a key and what looked like (I stopped here) suitcase. She looked around then sat her bags on the bed and went over to the bookcase I got the diary from. She started looking around throwing  book everywhere “Where is it? It has to be here where else could it have goon? I need that where is it? Adrian, Tasha come here please?” then I saw them both run in then stopped at looked at her
“Whats wrong Emma?” they both said that the same time wait Emma starts with a E and so did the girls name in the diary oh god shes looking for the diary. And I have it right here in my arms oh man I'm so dead.
“My book. where is my book? The one I right in all the time where is it?” she was saying
“Um I don't know Emma.” Adrian said and he almost  sounded like he was going to cry. Then Tasha spoke she sounded like she was has happy has could be when she said,
“Well Adrian said Kayla was in here this morning Emma maybe she took it?”
“Tasha I told you not to say that. Ah.” then I herd Emma
“Kayla? Kayla is here? Where is she? Is she okay? Was she the girl in the kitchen? God was she hurt? Adrian, Tasha where is she?”  Adrian didn't answer but he didn't have to Tasha did,
“I think her ran off to her room. She likes it here. Okay so I think her just like being alone but hey.”
I saw Emma grabbed Tasha and Adrian and head out the door. I couldn't hear them so I got out and walked over to the bookcase and put the diary back and walked out. I went down to the room with the piano in it and sat down. “Huh why am I so important? Oh well.” I started looking around again the feeling of being home came back as I walked around. Then I sat back down and started singing Jordin Sparks no air. Then my fingers started playing it in the piano what is this? But I keep singing I herd foot steps but I keep singing tell they where close then I stopped.
“No please keep singing?” Adrian crap. But when I didn't start singing again then he  came over and sat down next to me. “Here I'll play you sing.” I took my hands off because I realized that I was still playing the piano. I got up and walked around then I herd Adrian started playing but not just any song it was it was Jordin Sparks next to you before I know it I was singing. I walked back over to the piano and sat down next to him and just sang. When it was done I herd clapping I could feel my face turn pink. But I could see Adrian just staring off into nothing. Then he shook his head “Man what was that? Hey why did you stop?” then he must have herd it to cause he cheeks started turning pink. “Oh Emma hi. Um what are you doing here?” Emma? Oh yeah. I need to tell her what I did but I just couldn't get the words out. And why does this feel like this has happened before does Adrian feel it to? Why does this feel like home?
“Well one you guys were really good. Two I found my book,” she looked at me “Nevaeh” she said it in a whisper but I still kinda herd it. But I must have herd it wrong because no one calls me Nevaeh they all call me Kayla. How could she know my real name? “Nevaeh is that you?” I just stared  that her not knowing what to say.
“Kayla I think she's talking to you.” Adrian said as I hit into him. But I just got up looking around not wanting to believe that Emma could be my mom.
“I-I-I got to go I'm sorry I have to go home.” I put my head in my hands and took off to my room and slammed my door. Then ran over to my bed and berried my head in my pillow wishing that I had never wanted to walk home that day.
“Nevaeh are you in here?” I didn't move I wish I would have locked the door. The last thing I wanted is Emma in here, “Nevaeh? Hun? I'm sorry if I upset you can we just talk?” I could feel her put a hand on my back I rolled out from under neath it. And glared at her tears running down my face I backed up in to the corner and locked eyes with her. “Oh my. So that's what you can do. How that's something else  Nevaeh” I snapped,
“stop calling me Neveah my name is Kayla not Nevaeh my dad change it after my mom died. And I don't know who you think you are but I don't need anyone to try to full her shoes I have never had one and I don't need one. I'm just fine the way I am who do you think killed haft toughs guy down stairs? Yeah that was me so just back off okay?” I know I sounded really, really mean but I couldn't stand it anymore. Okay weird I can smell water, blood, and something else I can't put my finger on. I haven't smelt something like this before okay I just need to calm down this happens all time time when I'm get mad.
“Well I'm sorry for your loss but as you read I have loss something I held very dear to my heart. Do you want to know what that is?” Emma looked sad now like she was reliving something that happened to her. And when I didn't answer she said, “You Nevaeh, I lost you.” All I could to was stare  at her trying to find the resemblance. Her black hair I had that, her nose that's mine too, then her fear that's mine too, and her body billed. But that's as far as it gos I have my dads check bones, his smile. But nether of them have my eyes in fact  no one I have meant has eyes like mine. Those eyes that are so blue they are white, that can see every lie you've have told, and ever thing you've done. In fact I kinda hate them they scare me even now that I am sixteen and had them sixteen years they still scare me. Like the time they where glowing white on my way home from school then the next thing I know I'm in my bed room doing home work. My dad said he was so scare the moment I walked though the door. He said that he had never in his life seen something like that. How is that suppose to make me feel?  “Nevaeh you are the best thing that ever happened to me. Do you think it was easy letting you go?” I just shook my head thinking how this has to be a dream because my mom died a year after giving birth to me. Then I heard a knock at the door.
“Hey are y—Oh sorry Emma I'll leave.” Adrian said as his started to walk in.
“I'm fine I think but thanks for caring  Adrian. Hey hows Tasha?” Adrian and Emma—Oh mom wired I'm still going to call her Emma just shook their heads but Adrian was the only one to speak,
“Is Tasha the only think you can think of?”
“No! Why would you ask that? I just want to know how she is.” I got up and walked out of the room trying to fine Tasha but almost hit in to Adrian  even though I know he was there I kinda forgot. It hurt really back it shot pain up my torso into my head.
“Hey watch out Kayla or should I call you Nevaeh?” I hit him in the arm for that one trying to forgot the pain and continued my search. But when I saw the blood and my floor and bed I stopped dead in my traces. Then I remembered I got cut in the stomach down in the kitchen and god did it hurt.
“Emma can you help me?” I asked tears in my eyes as I held out my bloody hands to her. Looking from them to her knowing that if I didn't get it took care of I could possibly die from  blood loss. She shook her head saying,
“I am very sorry Nevaeh but I can not. I-I have to go.” she out her hands over her mouth and nose as she run out of the room. I look at  Adrian more tears fall then the next thing I know I'm in the lake Adrian swimming mad fast saying,
“Its okay. I'm right here I'm going to take care of it just you wait and see.”  Then everything went black.


When I woke up I was in a ER room with my stomach rapped up. “Good glad to see you up Kayla.”
“Adrian? Why am I here?” He came over and put his hand on mine,
“Kayla you got cut in the stomach so I brought you here. So the doctor cold help you cause you were going to die.”  He was staying calm but I could see the fear in his eyes. He really thought I was going to die. That's kinda funny don't ask why just some thing about dying is funny. Then I started laughing and he gave my a worried look and I said,
“I was going to die that is so hilarious man. Know whats funnier is the fact that you thought I was to.” he looked at me like I was nuts,
“Um I think you need to go back to sleep Kayla. You are acting weird please tell me you are not going crazy.” I just looked at he and stopped laughing. “Please tell me this is from the blood loss.” Then he looked down at my stomach then to the door then back to me,
“What are you looking for Adrian?” I asked. I was not laughing I was getting really really mad. He turned at looked at the door when he said,
“Okay you can come in. She's up just a little moody I hope you can talk her out of whatever is going though  her head right now. She looks like she is thinking of a way to kill me.” with that said Emma (my mom) walked in and smiled at me then turned to Adrian,
“Thank you for everything but I think I need to talk to her alone right now. Can you please step out of the room?” Adrian turned and left the room and Emma, the woman who told me she was my mom then did nothing to help when I was going to die said, “Neveah I am truly sorry for what I did. But can you just talk to me please?” I just looked at her, “Oh come on you are acting like your Father.” I snapped again,
“Well maybe I want to go back and live with dad huh? Maybe I want to be out of this room? Maybe I'm just nuts but at least a better person. I mean come on 'I lost you' then when I needed you, you ran out on me with you hands over you mouth. And just maybe that scared to crap out of me you where just going to let me die from blood loss. Thankfully Adrian did what you should have how does that make you feel? I mean really I truest Adrian with my life and not you? You ran out on me and dad how do you think I felt all this years? I thought I killed you. But no you where alive and never came to see me. I think your better off-”
“Neveah that's about enough out of you.”Emma looked hurt but I didn't really care. Then Adrian walked in,
“You don't know do you?” I shot him a glance,
“know what?” he walked over and put his hand on Emma's shoulder, “Its okay Emma she doesn't mean any of it. She's just hurt I'll talk to her I think you need to go sit down.” Then I realized Emma was crying. Then he turned and looked at me, “And you do you know why Emma 'run out' on you? Do you?” I was scared he looked like he was going to hurt me if I answered wrong so I keep my mouth shout, “That's what I thought now listen here little witch-”
“Hey who are you calling a witch?” he looked at me like I was dumb.
“You duh.”
“But I'm not a witch.” Now he was really scaring me.
“Maybe not then but you are now listen. You have a power no one I have ever meant in my life time has had, you have the ability to change into any type of magical thing you want. Like know you are a witch like your dad. And when you where losing to much blood you changed into a vampire just like when you get mad. Like now you are turning into a goddess.” Okay now I was confused. “And Emma didn't help you because she is a Vampire and your blood was to sweet for her to stand. She knew that if she tried to help you she would end up killing you. Now you see why she didn't?”
“But they aren't real are they?”
 
    “Yes very real.”

                                                             To Be Continued
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: holywalrus2 on March 26, 2011, 04:57:00 AM
Love it Treya!

My Poem~~

Liars

We have no fears and we have no regrets
But we should have fears and always fret
About staying sane in a world of insane people
Or else the blood of the innocent will fall like rain
And we all die in a fit of maniacal laughter
No one left gets a happy ever after
Weather it be a withering rose or the everyman
Neither's dreams come true, and those who try are just petty stuntmen
Trying, Failing, over and over; Again and again
Starting to think hopes and dreams are knowledge arcane
made only for those in the greatest peril; their mind
But only the curious ones have something to find
Realizing that what they've been told was always a lie
And when they find the truth they utter a sigh
Fighting, struggling, Grasping at the seams
Not knowing that what they know is not as it seems
Still Fighting, Still struggling, Still grasping at the seams
Not knowing, not caring, that it's not as it seems
They see what they see and they know what they know
They've turned into liars just as they are, and I'm asking: Friend or Foe?
The answer is obvious to me and everyone else
Obviously foe; They care only for themselves
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Treya-Chan on March 26, 2011, 05:54:11 AM
Thats AWESOME!!!!!! And thank you lol!
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: holywalrus2 on March 27, 2011, 12:50:56 AM
Thankies!  :D
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Treya-Chan on March 27, 2011, 03:59:56 AM
your welcome
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: tridecagirl on April 08, 2011, 06:31:34 AM
Removed Because I'm Trying to Submit It
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Echo :) on April 08, 2011, 07:11:32 AM
The first bit of a story I'm writing... haven't written for a while... anyway there is more just not typed up...this is pretty much just an intro to a few charries lol

   As Kyira sat in her room she waited for something to happen. Her life hadn’t always been like this, lonely and boring. Kyira and her family had just moved from her old home to her new home in some little town no one else had ever heard of. Her beagle, Zap, barked at her. She looked down to see Zap holding her bright yellow leash between her jaws. Kyira sighed, she didn’t really want to go on a walk, “Fine Zap, I guess we can go for a walk…”, she replied to Zap who was scratching on her bedroom door. Maybe it would be good to get out of her empty room for a while. She took the leash from Zap and clipped it onto her neon orange collar. Zap wagged her tail happily. Kyira opened the bedroom door and called down the hallway, “I’m taking Zap for a walk, I’ll be home later.” , she yelled as she walked out the door. She closed the door behind her and started walking, being pulled along by Zap. “Zap would you slow down a little bit?”, she laughed then stopped suddenly. Zap had slowed down. Kyira shrugged her shoulders, just a coincidence right? Suddenly Zap took off running. Kyira held the leash tight and started to run after her. Zap stopped in front of a medium sized tan house that had a fenced in back yard. There was a germen shepherd puppy sitting at the gate yipping at Zap and Kyira. “Really Zap? You drug me all the way here so you could bark at a puppy?”, Kyira said while laughing. “Would you be quiet and keep walking Zap?”, she said anxiously. Zap sat refusing to move from that spot. Kyira heard a door open, and then she saw the puppy run to the middle of the yard where Kyira couldn’t see it.
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Mara-la on May 08, 2011, 02:17:58 PM
Survivor

Man, when things first started
I thought there was some chance
That this wouldn't end up
Like last week's trash
You took me in
Gave me a home
And then it all went bad

Out on the streets
I try to survive
All odds against me
And I'm still alive
Nothing can bring me down
Not you or this whole town
Because I am
A survivor
Survivor

Things started to get hard
After you began to take charge
Of me. (of me)
I wanted my time and space
But you always got up in my face
You drove me crazy

Out on the streets 
I try to survive
All odds against me
And I'm still alive
Nothing can bring me down
Not you or this whole town
Because I am
A survivor
Survivor

And it doesn't matter what you say
'Cause we're so different by the end of the day
We never stood a chance
And now must advance
If we're ever gonna be happy again. 

Out on the streets 
I try to survive
(Try to survive)
All odds against me
And I'm still alive
(Still alive)
Nothing can bring me down
Not you or this whole town
Because I am
A survivor
Survivor
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: kristina-la on May 08, 2011, 03:54:16 PM
This is based on our leviathan rp (the second one)

Lillian held her baby in her arms on her bed. Beth was sleeping peacefully. Lillian smiled at her affectionately. Will sat down on the chair-looking at Lillian concerned. He always had that look on his face these days. It broke her heart to see him like that.
“Can I get you anything?” he asked. He sounded tired-looked tired too.
“I have all that I need,” Lillian said. He looked at her sadly with his tired eyes. She could see the dark rings under them.
“Here, let me take her,” Will said, “You should get some rest,” he said gently. Lillian nodded and he took Beth away. He got up and lay the baby in the crib the hospital nurses had been so nice to get them. Will sat back down in the chair and took her hand gently.
She knew her time was limited; she could feel it. The pain inside never went away and she was very weak. Will knew this too. She could see it in his eyes.
“I…I don’t want you to go,” he said quietly.
“I know,” Lillian said weakly. She stroked his palm with her thumb. “Stay strong though,” she whispered, “For Beth,” she said-looking him in the eyes. She knew he had thoughts of killing himself after. Now that they had Beth though….she hoped that was enough for him to not do it. Will nodded-tears were welling up in his eyes.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Will’s heart was breaking. He hated seeing Lillian so weak. He hated the hospital room, he hated the tubes and machine hooked up to her pale-frail body, and he hated that in a matter of days he would lose her.
She stroked his palm with her thumb. It was comforting. He smiled with tears in his eyes.
“When was the last time you slept?” Lillian asked him softly.
“Two days ago.”
“You need sleep love,” she said. He shook his head, “I’m not leaving your side,” he said. What if she died when he was asleep?
Lillian was looking awfully weak and pale. Her face had the tell-tale sign of pain.
“You’re in pain,” he said, “Should I get the doctor?” he asked. She shook her head.
“Stay,” she said quietly. Will didn’t like the sound of that.

The pain was getting worse. She didn’t have much longer. She looked into Will’s eyes.
“I….I love you,” she said, tear building up in her eyes. This was it. She was going to die now.
“No! no no!” Will said frantically, “I’ll get a doctor!” he said standing up.
“No!” Lillian said, she coughed softly and wiped her mouth of the blood that came out like usual, “Sit down Will. Please,” she said weakly. The tears were now rolling down her face. “I love you,” she said again.
“I….I love you more,” Will responded as tears rolled down his face. Lillian smiled.
“W..wanna bet?” she said gently. Will smiled through sobs getting caught in his throat.
  “Sure,” he said back sadly, he leaned in and kissed her softly then pulled back again-looking her in the eyes. The pain intensified. She couldn’t breathe. She looked at him fearfully.
“Goodbye,” she said softly.

Lillian’s hand went limp in his. Will’s heart ached in loss. She was gone. A tear rolled down his cheek.
“Lillian,” he said-his voice cracking. The machines around her were making a long beep noise. He sat by her side sobbing for hours before Rosy and Daniel and come to take him home.
   
   


Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Treya-Chan on May 13, 2011, 10:06:51 AM
(I'm writing this with my niece and hopeful doing a rp on it. I wrote this part)
Annabelle Marri Taylor was sixteen when it happened. Someone had killed her dad a year before then a year to the day some one gunned down her mom. She has lived on the street ever sense. Stealing everything that she needs to live. That's how she found her cat Jasper. His a odd little cat he seemed to want to keep her alive. So he would bring Annabelle food and she brings him food when she gets it. They keep each other warm at night. He was a orange tabby tom cat and he was that size of a small dog (like pug only not as fat). It got to the point that she didn't go anyway with out her cat. And her cat didn't go anywhere with out her. He was the only family she had. Then one day the cat jumped out of her arms and hissed and ran into her ally. She followed after it and now wishes she hadn't there was some weird guy kneeling in front of her box. She hid behind a trashcan and watched as her cat jumped and changed into a panther in mid air and jumped on the guy. The sounds oh god the sounds of ripping flesh still hunt her dreams at night. All the blood so much blood and she couldn't till if it was from Jasper or the man. She prayed it wasn't from Jasper  that it was from the man. She saw as Jasper ripped pieces of the man off and throw them over his shoulder. The man kept trying to fight but had no chance of winning. By the time the man was ripped to pieces Jasper's mouth was covered in blood. Then Jasper jumped away and ran out of the ally looking for her. But she wasn't out there she was right here watching all go down. Then she turned to see the man standing but up but she could have swore that he had been ripped to pieces. He put his nose in the air and sniffed (like a dog) then his eyes fell on her. She held in a scream when she saw his fangs. She didn't believe in mystical things but right there she started to question her whole world. The man jumped going for her throat she moved and he hit into the wall. She ran away from the man forgetting that her ally was a dead end. She was trapped. The man jumped again and sank his teeth into her neck. She could feel the life living her. It hurt at first then it started to feel good and she never wanted the man to stop. But he did then ran off with his hand over his mouth. That's when the pain took hold of her body. She well never forget the pain she felt that night. It felt like someone purring lead and gasoline into her blood stream then light it on fire. She screamed but nothing came out her hands went to her throat and came away red with blood. She held back tear and looked up to see Jasper standing there looking at her. He walked over and put his nose against her leg and meowed when she blinked the tom cat was gone and the panther Jasper was sitting next to her. He put his paw out and she grabbed it. He didn't' scar her she still would trust him with her life. She let out a silent scream and held on to Jasper's for dear life hopping if she held on tight enough that the pain would leave her body. She doesn't remember much after that. Just bits and pieces but she remembered a teen  boy of the age of seventeen sitting holding her hand. His fingers turning purple because of how tight she was holding his hand. She had no idea who it was or how he got there but she felt safe with him. Which was odd because ever sense her mother was gunned down she hasn't felt safe with anyone.
She remembered falling asleep and when she woke up everything was different. The colors had even more colors to them. Everything had a different smell and she smelled something next to her and she could hear the sound of a beating heart. Before she know it she was sinking her teeth into the boys neck. The taste of the boys blood filled her mouth. It tasted of sweet chocolate. He let her then pulled her away and out her on her back and took off at a speed that was imposable for any human. She held on trying not to bite the mans neck again the  man again everything in her wanted more the the boys blood. Then it hit her, she was now something she thought wasn't real. When they stopped they where at a school called “The School For The Gifted Teens” .
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: jessinator11 on May 14, 2011, 07:19:28 AM
Just a random character sketch...

Michael was unknown enough that his name was less of an idendity than his actions.  Every warlock of any importance knew of the young boy who had performed his first hex at the prodigious age of six and summoned his first Shadow merely a half year leater, but his name was never mentioned, never known, and the gifted young warlock was able to blend in with the shadows of the average and mundane.  When it was time for him to have a tutor, he managed to be a good enough student to pass his studies, and just bad enough not to draw attention to himself.  His teacher remained unimpressed for most of Micheal's younger years, and it wasn't until he was older that his tutor realized his potential.  But no amount of encouraging or prodding could convine Michael to try harder.  Even when he would do something remarkable by complete accident, his tutor only bragged by saying "my student," and no one she talked to cared or was intelligent enough to figure out who her student might be.  So, Michael stayed relatively unknown, despite his obvious talents that surpassed even the best trained warlocks.  He didn't mind, though; it was as though he enjoyed remaining in the shadows, never noticed and always passed by.  He could enjoy a quiet moment without wondering if the whispers of those around him concerned him or his business, and he pratically relished his ability to walk into rooms without others watching his every move or whispering about him behind their hands.  Yes, average suited Michael, so much so that it was such a shame that Michael didn't suit average.
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Treya-Chan on May 19, 2011, 02:51:09 AM
Random poem like thing LOL!
All the tears you never saw.
All the tears you never think i cry.
They fall down my face tonight.
As i remember the times i had with him.
Why did he leave?
Who is going to teach me how to fixs things now?
Now that his gone?
Why could she take him from me?
He was so healthy there was no reason.
You can think what you want.
But i know she took him from me.
So do you still believe i am strong?
Do you believe i can handle this?
I sit and wounder why couldn't i go with him?
But i know that i couldn't have gone with him if i wanted to.
But that doesn't stop me from wanting to.
I miss him so much right now.
Why can't he be here?
So these tears come down my face but i whip them away.
So no one can see that i can be hurt.
No one can know I'm not as strong as they think I am.
I need to be strong for my family and friends if they see me cry well they still come to me if they are hurt?
I'm not taking a chance that they wont.
So i stand up and whip my tears and try once again to forget you.
But in the end Ill just end up remembering you again.
So i guess this is good bye once again.
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Mara-la on May 23, 2011, 02:42:59 PM
Nobody

Nobody knows how many tears I cry;
How much time I pass, 
Watching life fly by
Nobody cares why I want to die
Because nobody understands why...

...Because they don't take a try
At trying to figure out why. 
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Echo :) on June 28, 2011, 04:00:44 AM
A story I'm working on... This is basically just the starting of the intro ...

Ziera sat outside the school office. This was the third time she had been here this week and it was only Thursday. She pushed her bangs back so that they only covered her left eye. Her long, wavy, blonde hair had a few sky blue streaks in it throughout. Currently a section of it was covering her mismatching green eye. Her left eye was a bright green while her right eye was a bright blue color and people always asked her about it.
   She sighed quietly as she scanned the waiting room to the counselor’s office. She grinned to herself seeing the other three kids who were here waiting. One girl was anxiously shifting in her chair uncomfortably, she was obviously here for a schedule change and not used to chatting with Mrs. Tucke. One of the two boys was slouching nervously in his chair, he was definitely here for a fight though he probably didn’t make it in here too often. She laughed silently seeing the last boy who was here. He was totally calm, sitting up straight in his chair, his face showing nothing about what he was thinking or why he was here. That was classic Max.
   Ziera had known Max for almost two years now. He had dark brown hair that came down just past the tops of his ears. His eyes were just like Ziera’s though different colors. His Left eye was bright blue and his right eye was dark brown that nearly appeared black sometimes. Max was quiet and hardly spoke around most people. Despite his apparent shyness he had a certain confidence about him, the way he sat up straight and walked. Max of course didn’t acknowledge Ziera, though they were sitting right across from each other. If they talked now Mrs. Tucke would suspect that they knew something about the fire that had happened last week.
   Of course, the two of them did know something about it. They actually knew exactly what had happened. Both Max and Ziera had been at the abandoned barn with the other three, it was where the five of them practiced. They had all tried to cover up what had happened, it wasn’t too hard when the source of the fire wasn’t anything the police would ever expect, but they had tried hard not to talk to each other at school to keep the hierarchy system normal or else other kids would suspect something was up.
   So here the two of them were about to be pelted with questions by the school counselor about something that they couldn’t tell anyone about. This was going to be another long day. Ziera wondered what she should say to avoid spilling the truth. She’d figure it out as she went. She flinched slightly as Max was called into Mrs. Tucke’s office. Just don’t let her catch on Max. She thought, though she figured he’d be way better at keeping their secret than she would.
  ~ 
   Max grinned inwardly as he heard Ziera’s thought. He sure wouldn’t be the one to spill the secret. He knew Ziera too well to think she’d have an easy time keeping it in. Though she might be able to mess with Tucke enough to get away without telling the pushy counselor directly. Max was annoyed at having to miss part of lunch to come talk to this lady who would just pester him until he said something to get her to shut up. Max stood up from the chair in the waiting area and walked silently towards the office.
   Max waited to sit until Mrs. Tucke gave him the okay. This sure wasn’t his first time in here, he knew the way she liked to run things. The husky lady was sitting in her chair looking down at her pile of paperwork, filling out some sort of form. After what seemed like a minute she finally looked up at Max and motioned toward the chair across from her own which was separated by the desk between them. He sat down in the chair. Max always found it humorous in the way that she thought she could make him nervous and ruin his confidence by making him wait. Of course, since he could read her mind her plan tended to back fire.
   Mrs. Tuck always thought she was so smart trying to freak him out and make him nervous. He always just stood up straighter and showed more confidence than normal when she tried this. He rather enjoyed seeing her mind trying to find new ways to mess with his confidence just to find that nothing seemed to work. In fact Max was curious as to why she even tried with him anymore. Every time he came in here, for the past two years, he had never uttered a word other than the occasional times he said goodbye before leaving unexpectedly.
   Max noticed her thoughts immediately and realized that her plan for today’s meeting was to have direct eye contact with him and see if he would look away. He wondered when she would ever realize that her plans never worked with him. Max looked up at her and returned her eye contact.
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: hoverponies forever on June 28, 2011, 04:08:25 AM
ANGELINE by HPF

Angeline doodles
In her carefully battered notebook
Pretending she has something
To write about
Besides the stick figures
Angeline doodles

Angeline skips
Down the hospital hallways
Quoting profound words
From thick books
She claims she's read
But Angeline skips

Angeline cries
Charcoal tears on her cheeks
Sobbing for the sake of
The pitied looks
She collects
When Angeline cries

Angeline wanders
Up and down stairwells
Pretending she don't care
Where she's going
Or why
Angeline wanders

Angeline craves
The worried glances
That accompany pretend psychosis
She basks in,
The sunlight
That Angeline craves
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Shadow on June 28, 2011, 06:30:52 AM
THE WHOLE WORLD LIVES A LIE- Skye
The whole world lives
A pretty lie, without a trace of truth
The world wants a happy ending
And it’s too late

The world wants to play pretend
A game of charades that will never end
You know all the answers
But they don’t want to hear

The world wants light
But we’re lost in the darkness
‘Cause it’s the only way we know
Could you find a way to me, even if you tried?

The world leaves me shattered,
Because they do not want to know,
They cut me deep,
And you and me, we bleed the same,

The world doesn’t want to believe the truth,
Lock me up,
Throw away the key,
See if they can silence me.

The world doesn’t wanna believe
In you and me
We weren’t ever here
‘Cause the whole world lives a lie.


Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Echo :) on June 28, 2011, 08:02:57 AM
Here I go
Down to the pit.
No one knows
Or seems to even care a bit.
I spiral, spiral
Quick and fast
No rescue attempts until the time is long past.
A dream was taken
Lost on the spot.
Did anyone hear my pleas?
Can anyone speak up for my burning thoughts?
A fire burns me
Deep within,
Scorching, frying and wearing me down thin,
So how can I manage my outward grin?
The pain it hurts
It cuts me deep
Like a knife to my heart,
Or months with no sleep.
So tell me now
Help me understand.
What made you bring my dream to an abrupt end?
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Vadmaus on July 09, 2011, 06:45:06 PM
In Literature Class we had an assignment to write your own Divine Comedy as a group, here's my part as Dante and Vigil desend into the last part of Treachery:

Excerpt from Inferno Maximus:

   As we reached the center of the ring, I saw, in its center, a massive stone statue, its hand outreached towards the heavens above. Its name was Lucifer, and his face bore that of anger and anguish, his wings stretched out as if about to take flight against God yet again, yet trapped by the very Earth he sought to rule. From his outstretched hand, hang five damned souls. Souls sold to the very Lucifer who hangs them so.
   At the thumb and the end finger, hanging from strings and knives piercing their bodies, is Cassius and Brutus. Their treachery against God began when they sold their souls to kill the mighty Julius Caesar, who stood in the way of their own personal gain. Now they hang from Lucifer by the very knives they used to kill.
   From the Ring finger, bound by paper and ink hangs Clark Aldusi, Shadow Architect of the Shadow Enforcers. Hiding behind the laws he sought so hard to uphold, he killed thousands of the innocent in a plan to gain ultimate power. Piercing his body and pouring out black blood are pages of his dear laws, the very laws he used to betray its protected.
   At the Index finger, hanging from a cross, sits Karl Abinszur, the Heretic Shaman. By his hands, he murdered millions for his own cause of personal gain, including the Emperor’s son, Caligula Vadamus VI, who he brutally dismembered and shot in the head and chest. From his actions, he now lays without limbs, nailed to his cross by his head and chest, crying out and cursing against God.
   Now at the Middle finger, hanging from a rope of fire, is Judas Iscariot, betrayer of Christ. The eternal flame of death surrounds his neck, his ever-constant struggles making it tighter and tighter around him. His wounds spit blood of fire, burning into his flesh the mark of Lucifer, making him curse against God for damning him so.
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: hoverponies forever on July 09, 2011, 09:54:04 PM
A probably caffeine induced poem:

SUPERGLUE

As I near to where I'm going
I look back to where
I once was coming from
In all of its slippery glory
That it can never seem to get a hold of
Even with the superglue
Mother gave me
When I was twelve
So I could fix my shoes
Because they were looking
A little scuffed up around
The edges
Like the crumbling, tumbling buildings
That lie in my wake
My past, future, and present tense
Though the conjugations are rusty
And I forget the pluperfect
At least most of the time.
That superglue didn't do much of a good job
I guess
Couldn't even glue my feet to the ground
While I was running
Away from my world
Instead it let me
Near to where I'm going.
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: tridecagirl on July 10, 2011, 12:04:31 AM
That was awesome, HPF. I'm not a hundred percent sure what it means, but I like the way it sounds.
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: hoverponies forever on July 10, 2011, 03:35:50 AM
I dunno what it means either, honestly. This is one of those "wake up at 3AM, drink waaaay too much tea and then write half a poem before falling asleep, then do the same thing the next night and squash them together" things.
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Vadmaus on July 10, 2011, 11:03:04 AM
the same thing happens to me, thats how I got Inferno Maximus
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Treya-Chan on July 13, 2011, 04:29:16 AM
(A song i wrote please no stealing i know you guys wouldn't but I'm talk to stockers)
(Verse 1)
You say, you say, I'm unbreakable
You say, you say,
But I'm not unbreakable
 
I stand in shame
As I cry these hidden tears
(Hidden tears)
I was the rock that held you down
the hand the whipped your tears
the shoulder that you cried on
The song inside your soul
 
(Chorus)
But you say, you say I'm unbreakable
But you dont see these hidden tears,
The hidden pain inside my soul
But you say, you say that I'm unbreakable
You say, you say,
but I'm not unbreakable
 
(Verse 2)
I chased your fears away
But hid my own
held you tight through all the storms
but the lack of arms around me
hunt me in my dreams
the pain is getting hard to hide
(Getting hard to hide)
 
(Chorus)
 
(Verse 3)
You said, you said I'm unbreakable
you said, you said
but I'm not unbreakable
(Unbreakable
 
But I'm breakin' now
Oh I'm breakin' now
(breakin now)
 
But you said I was unbreakable.
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Abinszur on July 15, 2011, 06:14:44 AM
In Literature Class we had an assignment to write your own Divine Comedy as a group, here's my part as Dante and Vigil desend into the last part of Treachery:

Excerpt from Inferno Maximus:

   As we reached the center of the ring, I saw, in its center, a massive stone statue, its hand outreached towards the heavens above. Its name was Lucifer, and his face bore that of anger and anguish, his wings stretched out as if about to take flight against God yet again, yet trapped by the very Earth he sought to rule. From his outstretched hand, hang five damned souls. Souls sold to the very Lucifer who hangs them so.
   At the thumb and the end finger, hanging from strings and knives piercing their bodies, is Cassius and Brutus. Their treachery against God began when they sold their souls to kill the mighty Julius Caesar, who stood in the way of their own personal gain. Now they hang from Lucifer by the very knives they used to kill.
   From the Ring finger, bound by paper and ink hangs Clark Aldusi, Shadow Architect of the Shadow Enforcers. Hiding behind the laws he sought so hard to uphold, he killed thousands of the innocent in a plan to gain ultimate power. Piercing his body and pouring out black blood are pages of his dear laws, the very laws he used to betray its protected.
   At the Index finger, hanging from a cross, sits Karl Abinszur, the Heretic Shaman. By his hands, he murdered millions for his own cause of personal gain, including the Emperor’s son, Caligula Vadamus VI, who he brutally dismembered and shot in the head and chest. From his actions, he now lays without limbs, nailed to his cross by his head and chest, crying out and cursing against God.
   Now at the Middle finger, hanging from a rope of fire, is Judas Iscariot, betrayer of Christ. The eternal flame of death surrounds his neck, his ever-constant struggles making it tighter and tighter around him. His wounds spit blood of fire, burning into his flesh the mark of Lucifer, making him curse against God for damning him so.

you actually wrote more to it.
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Sing_in_the_Rain on July 16, 2011, 12:29:00 AM
Why Do I Try?
Why do I try
to make people hear
the cries of their children,
the sound of their tears.

They try to ignore
their nagging guilt
not bothering to take down
the walls that they built.

But the child,
it is raising itself,
without any guidance,
not a book on the shelf.

The young ones cry out
through their empty possessions,
their parents' so-called
love expressions.

They make the other kids jealous
with talk of their toys
but in reality, the others
are richer in joy.

Because their parents
make them  feel loved,
not neglected, but noticed,
not away they are shoved.

I wish for all children
to know
what it's like to be cherished,
not just loaded with dough.

And that's exactly
why I try
to make people listen,
to hear the tears they cry.
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: oOBubblyOo on July 20, 2011, 02:54:51 PM
This is a poem I wrote after reading Specials. Its been stashed away for some time now so this is the first and only copy so don't make fun please!!! :-[

CUTTERS

My icy thoughts slice my brain in two
Just like my skin when the knife glides through
The feeling of trickling blood down my arm
Makes the world seem clearer, I no longer feel harm
Senses as sharp as my traditional blade
I can smell the old smoke from miles away
My falls from above that would injure a special
Don't hurt me at all, 'coz I'm a special special
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Echo :) on August 18, 2011, 04:01:01 AM
Past the point of no return
I’m falling, falling while I burn
The flame engulfs me
My screams are unheard
As I’m silently in this pit
Its too deep, too wide
Will I ever get out of it?
No one hears
Till its far to late.
I hit the bottom
My heart it breaks
My mind has sunk
My thoughts grow dark
My world consumed
I’m lost, you aren’t
No one can help me.
No one is near.
The light is long gone
And I’m being consumed by my greatest fear.
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Echo :) on August 18, 2011, 04:07:17 AM
Isn’t it funny,
How money defines,
The people we are,
And who lives and who dies?

Isn’t it odd,
How things that we do,
Can say who we are,
And who makes it through?

Isn’t it strange,
How what we all say,
Can start to determine,
When things are going our way?

Isn’t it cruel,
How just what we like,
Can tell other so much,
About who and what we really are.
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Echo :) on August 18, 2011, 04:13:28 AM
The hurt is real
The pain is deep
My life is a mess
If you really look close at me.

Satan tugs
And satan pulls
He gets a thrill and he sure knows
 how to put me on me knees.

The pleasure that comes
The pain fills a gap
An empty place
But I know that God belongs in that space.

He seems so faint
So far away
Why is it that he only seems real
For part of my days?
Why do I feel so empty today?
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: ~Steampunk~Bovril~ on August 28, 2011, 08:54:26 AM
My Heart is Like a Hummingbird

My heart is like a hummingbird,
Beating fast and barely heard.
When it flies, its wings beat quick,
Sipping nectar, sweet and thick.

Where do all its feelings go?
Are they buried deep beneath the snow?
Does it even share its thoughts at all?
In the Summer and the Fall?

I never know where the hummingbirds go,
Hidden in the Winter snow.




Not Shakespeare, but hey, it's progress. Free form poem written and created by me.
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Treya-Chan on September 14, 2011, 01:33:34 PM
Unknown Lies!
By Mahalia Raven 2011
 
 
~♥~Prologue~♥~
Why is the world out to get me? So that know that I am? Why is it no one gets me? Is there anyone in the world I can trust or do they just want me for lust? I thought he would have come by now but his still not here. Did I do something wrong? Where is my love? He told me he'd save me and yet his not here to wipe my tears away to day. Is there something wrong with me? I mean besides what I am. How I miss my dear sweet Derek. I've been in Iowa for three months now and his still not here. I'm starting to think they found him. And that's not a good thing got him or me. They could use him against me or kill him or worse they could beat him to the point he wishes he was dead. Oh Derek what have we done? We may have made the worse mistake ever. We never should have split up in new york if we wouldn't have we would still be together today. We could have out ran them, we could have made it here. Oh Derek where are you? I feel so alone why aren't you here? I've sat here in this little town hoping, praying that you would find me. But you haven't I'm starting to lose hope. Please Derek come find me I'm so scared. They are catching on I know it, they follow me, they never let me out of their sight. I know they are starting to know what and who I am. Its starting to freak me out on top of fearing for your life I now fear for my own. I can't so this much longer all I want to do is run and I can't. I haven't ate in days I can't, not with them following me. I'm starting to go crazy with hunger, I can't stand it anymore. I'm weak if they come for me I wont be able to stop them. I need food or I might die of huger. I'm starting to see things that aren't really there. I'm hiding in a cave to afraid to move they should be afraid of me not me afraid of them. Just one wrong move will make then come after me I haven't slept in a month. I don't know what to do anymore, Should I run for my life or should I stay here and wait for you? Why cant this be easy? Why can't you come and find me? I jumped when I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I hugged me knees against my chest and hoped they wouldn't find me. “Victoria?” Someone said and I knew the knew the voice but I couldn't place it till he walked into the light. His black hair hung into his eyes shinning blue in the bright sun light, his eyes inhumanly white with a ring of gold around the pupil that was gray instead of black, his shirt hung loosely off his shoulders, he looked taller then he was before we split up in new york, maybe about six-five now, his eye's hid all emotion as he walked closer to me. His bare foot making slapping sounds as they hit the cave floor.
“Derek you found me!” I said in a weak voice then saw the bow in his hands. I looked from it to him eyes wide he smiled and pulled the arrow back aiming for my heart. I just stared at him with wide eyes trying not to cry. He let the arrow fly and it hit it target.
“you always believe the lies.” He said with a laugh as everything went black that last thing I heard was someone yelling no before that life ended.
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Echo :) on September 15, 2011, 08:37:07 AM
Beyond the smile
There lies a great pain,
I do try to hide it
But what does that gain?

Can anyone see?
Is there someone who knows?
How long can I hide it
Before it explodeds?

Here in the darkness
I reach and I crawl
But who can come help?
It seems no one at all.

I see in the black
I see through the dark,
There is my hope
A fire, a spark.
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Treya-Chan on September 17, 2011, 01:34:29 AM
Thats really cool!
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Echo :) on September 17, 2011, 07:33:23 AM
Thanks :)
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Treya-Chan on September 17, 2011, 09:04:22 AM
Your welcome!
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Shadow on September 24, 2011, 06:51:31 AM
This is a battle scene from a book I'm working on, a short summary may be in order:
 Xander Harrow (the Emperor), is my twisted antogonist. He was raised for royalty from birth and when his father died it was thrust upon him when he wasn't ready. In addition, the woman he loved, the only person who he felt true emotion for, rejected him. She has spent her whole life running from him.  This caused him to grow compeletly sadist, denying the existance of emotion and especially love and punishing those who exihibit it. The women he loves arrived during a gigantic resistance battle, long story, and she's with them. She gets wounded, lethally and.....
   And suddenly, all the sound of the battle, of the world, twisted and melted and faded. The combat had simply stopped, after so many years of perperation and sacrifice, all for the cries of the first person to be wounded. The Emperor could not take his eyes off of her, his last tie to humanity, lying broken on the floor.
   She would not give up so easily though. He had always known that. Despite the scarlet rose blooming all over her torn tunic, she struggled to her feet. The guards drew back as if she was a contagious disease that they might catch. She stood at the center of her stage, queen of some morbid spotlight. She was staring right at him.
    "So this is what it comes to, Xander." she whispered, and her words rang. The effort shone in her gray eyes, her limp hands. Her anger was more prominent. "Your great quest for knowledge." she spat. She took a step towards him. Without thinking, without meaning to, he reached out a hand, which she ignored, instead collapsing on the floor.
   "You think you're so clever. You think you've figured it out. But you don't know the first thing." she pulled herself off the floor. "You think you know pain? This is pain."
   And she was lifted from the floor, without apparent effort, lifted above all their feet and twirled in mid-air like a groteseque puppet. Her shift flew off, and he was left staring at a pure pale back. But a disfigured one. A single scar ran from her right shoulder to beneath her torn skirt. He rememebered that day so well....
  The first bruise to appear looked little more then a charcoal mark scribbled there by mistake. But on her back grew brothers and sisters, till there was nothing but bruise upon bruise, intermingling with scars. She faced him then, mouth twisted in a soundless howl. "THIS IS PAIN!" she shouted, and it was gone.
  "You think you know sorrow." she announced from her perch. "This is sorrow!"
And the weeping of millions filled the air, a crescendo of depression. The cries of the lost souls, the souls he'd ordered lost. A pang struck in his heart. Her presence would not allow him to dismiss it. "You think you know pain, and sorrow, and joy" and now she was dancing, and he saw, twirling around her, all his own happy memories, before he'd been appointed. "and fear, and hate" and now powerful surges of emotion were consuming him. Her words were lost in the downpour.
But then she fell, and this time it was right into his arms. But there was only one emotion he had not felt, and he knew what it was.
   "You think you know love, Xander." she said, turned away from him, her voice caressing the many wounds she'd just opened. But then she rolled over in his arms, and her eyes were staring right into them. They were his only, his great weakness. They inspired him to forget, and to feel. But suddenly, he did not want them gone. He knew only this, and this he felt more then all. "This, Xander, is love." she said, and her eyes, those open windows through which he had climbed to so many worlds, a thousand years ago, gave one last promise and were silent. And she faded to ashes in his arms, and for the first time, Xander Harrow was alone.
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Hope-la on September 24, 2011, 06:56:12 AM
The hurt is real
The pain is deep
My life is a mess
If you really look close at me.

Satan tugs
And satan pulls
He gets a thrill and he sure knows
 how to put me on me knees.

The pleasure that comes
The pain fills a gap
An empty place
But I know that God belongs in that space.

He seems so faint
So far away
Why is it that he only seems real
For part of my days?
Why do I feel so empty today?
Oh my goodness... That's amazing. Do you have a window inside my head?
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: Echo :) on September 24, 2011, 07:01:48 AM
Thanks... And no... no window inside your head, just the thoughts and inspirations from around me...
Title: Re: A Place To Post Your Original Writing
Post by: BagpipeHeadache on October 01, 2011, 08:45:38 AM
Alright....this one may take a few posts....  XD

Now, this is an essay that I actually just completed yesterday, and turned in today....don't worry, it was due today.   ;D

the minimum requirement was 3-5 pages. That just wasn't going to do....

Mine ended up being twelve pages.

It's a narration/ description essay, so it does tell a story, so it's not entirely full of drudgery and facts.

In fact, this hasn't even been graded yet. This is entirely how I write essays. I think they're fun.  ;)

(And not all of this is entirely......factual......but it can be slightly fictitious.  ;D  If you have trouble deciding which is which, just PM me or something...   :P  )

So here it is:

Dedication, Control, Patience
     I made a futile attempt at stifling a laugh. I ultimately failed, and what came out of me was a mix of nervous giggle and hysterical wheezing. It wasn’t nearly as bad as the thoughts running through my nearly panicking head, which mostly consisted of jittery ramblings and hopeless attempts at thinking and focusing at the task at hand. Which, at the time especially, seemed like a very momentous task indeed.
     I was in Pleasanton, California. If that is an unfamiliar name, it’s not too far from San Francisco, just a little farther inland. My father and I had driven all the way up the length of the state just to attend the particular event being held there (And as a consequence, apparently missing everything vital and important at school while I took one day off the end of the week to make room for the drive). Specifically, the “there” that I am referring to is the Pleasanton Fairgrounds and Horse Racing track, which is located in the middle of the city somewhere, tucked away enough to make it aggravatingly difficultly to find, even with today’s mounds of satellite navigational technology.
     So I approached. It was somewhere around eighty degrees, and I wore black dress shoes that were made of nice leather and had laces nearly two and a half feet long, gray-blue socks that stretched the full length of my shins and ended halfway up my kneecap, a knife (called a Sgian Dubh; don’t try to pronounce it) stuffed into the right sock, it’s
handle just visible below the bottom of my wool kilt, woven in the pattern designated as “Hunting Stewart”, a white, long sleeve, button-up collard shirt with a waistcoat over the top. Oh, and don’t forget the wool hat that is required to adorn one’s head and make life as miserable as possible through providing as much heat as a hat that size physically can, no matter the weather.
     Such is the uniform requirements for solo competition.
     I also failed to mention the near ten pound instrument being held against my shoulder by my left arm, through which the sleeve was already bled through with sweat from endless amounts of time spent tuning and fiddling with small details. You see, the Great Highland Bagpipe isn’t an instrument that one can pick up and make noise with immediately like, say, a violin or piano. Sure, a four year old can smack the keys of a piano well enough to get their ecstatic parents to hire a tutor, or a complete stranger can literally pick up a violin, slide the bow across a string, and produce a sound. Even if these particular sounds aren’t the products of a Johann Sebastian Bach, or a Ludwig von Beethoven, they are sounds. With the pipes, the average person is usually only able to get maybe a split-second squeak or chirp to emit from the chanter, (trust me, I’ve let people try) no matter how red they turn or however many veins burst out of their face. Once one surpasses the “making good noise” part, there’s the whole bit about refinement of tuning, timing, finger work, posture, blowing strength and steadiness, reed manipulation, and musical prowess and control. And the years of practice it takes to become accomplished in any sort of respectable way.
     On that note, allow me to present the man that I have been chosen to stand before and
play what -- compared to the prowess and monstrous skill, dexterity, and musicianship that this figure possesses -- might as well be a rendition of “Mary Had a little Lamb”.
     He isn’t the most intimidating person one will ever run across. This man is reclining as comfortably as one can in the metal folding chairs provided, a clipboard and pile of peculiarly marked papers on a small, plastic, round table with a pitiful umbrella stuck through the middle of it. In his mid-fifties, he’s lucky in a certain respect to still have a full head of hair, made more astonishing by the fact that it is entirely the same hue of light grey. He’s Canadian in origin, so he has a lighter complexion than most of the Californians running around, and he’s quite a bit healthier too, as he seems to lead a well-managed life style. He has somewhat noble features, and always seems to have a calm disposition about him. Standing, judging by the point at which the top of his head would be as compared to my upper arm, I would estimate him to be somewhere around average height.
     When this man plays his pipes, and aura of calm control surrounds him, and, if the pipes were mute and his fingers invisible, he seems as though he’s just playing an exceedingly simple tune, no harder than, say, walking and holding a conversation. But his fingers are in a blur, the pipe’s drones never wavering, producing a solid wall of beautifully harmonious humming to perfectly coincide with the tuning of the chanter. His timing seems never to deviate, nor his expression that is neatly played to the beat, and his grace notes are impeccably woven into the music. He has such a strong focus when playing that it looks like he’s just lazily staring off into space. Nothing, it seems, can distract him from playing.
     Just like the pipes were intended to be played when in the middle of warfare. The Great Highland Bagpipe is an instrument of war, after all. It replaced the harp, of all things, as the Scottish’s main instrument used to inspire and emotionally charge soldiers and warriors before the impending battle, and was often used during the battle. When playing the bagpipes, the pipers didn’t have access to any formidable defensive weapons, much like the poor soul elected to carry a nation’s flag into battle. When playing in an environment such as that, it took more bravery, willingness to sacrifice one’s self, dedication, and love of one’s country than hardly anybody has ever experienced. That carried over into the Great War, and even World War Two, and is actually still used in some instances today. It gives me great pride and gives me an immense sense of honour to be able to play such a unique yet vitally important instrument at the level that I do, and to even know people of the calibre of the gentleman waiting to hear me play.
     I hear people sometimes say that they would love it if they could meet their rock stars. The names often thrown around are names like Avengesevenfold players, ACDC, Metallica, etcetera . But in the piping world, your rock stars are just normal people until you give them a bagpipe. They will even help you out with a tuning issue before you go up to compete. They will be your private tutor, band instructor, friend. You can even, if your old enough, grab a drink with them at the nearest pub or tavern. I have some of their phone numbers and e-mail addresses, and a plethora of them are on Skype, willing to give lessons. In the piping world, your rock stars and gods are ones you can shake hands with.
     Those facts don’t do much to help the nerves that crop up as one enters the presence of a piping god, though. A competitor can’t help but reflect upon the monstrously large
culmination of skill and prowess that hangs over the judge like a levitating mountain. This person has more than likely practiced for more hours than the competitor has been alive, and their musical knowledge is, in and of itself, a vast ocean of accumulated comprehension of the inner musical workings of the instrument, timing, musical expression, notes, time signatures and bars.
     And this is where my mind begins to unsettle me, for it seems that he becomes farther away with every step I take, and time slows. I can hear the other pipers, who more than likely just as nervous as I, playing and warming up a fair distance away, and their playing seems to blur and become muddled as they suddenly slow in tempo. Every footfall sounds like a clap of thunder, sending the shock throughout my entire body, even though I am on the grass.
     I look up once again at the face of the man that I am destined to play for, and the thought hits me like a truck.
     That man is Jack Lee.
     The common person won’t necessarily understand the impact behind the name. It is, after all, just a name. But his name is instantly recognized by any educated piper. This is a master, a world-class musician, a god. He has won, just to name a few, the Gold medal at Inverness and Oban in Scotland, the Gold Clasp twice, also in Inverness, the Glenfiddich Overall Championship, the Bratach Gorm of London, the Glenfiddich Piobaireachd Contest three times, and the Silver Star three times. Again, the common person wouldn’t necessarily understand the significance of all these, but only the best players in the world are able to compete in these events, and the amount of “best players in the world” isn’t all
that large.
     To the average person, competing in this manner would be the equivalent having Babe Ruth evaluate your pitches in front of other amazing and legendary baseball players, or having the feeling you get right before Ladainian Tomlinson uses you as an example on how to tackle someone. It’s very much a mental game, but the nerves are still there.
      As he looks around, he does finally notice me as I make my way over to him, feeling unexplainably sheepish. He greets me with a smile and a “Good morning.”
     I reply, trying not to make a complete fool out of myself, “Good morning, sir, how’s your day been?” This has been rehearsed many times, obviously, but the repetition doesn’t make it any easier to recite.
     I already know the answer: “Oh, very well, thank you. What do you have to play for me?” Which translates to: “I’ve been sitting here all day listening to pipers high on nerves and flailing about in their tuning and playing, making hopeless amounts of obvious mistakes, while I sit in the sun, sweltering in this heavy and somewhat unnecessary uniform, how do you think I’m doing? What musical torture do you have for me?” But at least he smiled. Even if it too was rehearsed.
     I recited my tunes for him dutifully. “Either the Highland Wedding or Colin Thomson, Susan MacLeod, and MacAllister’s Dirk.”
     He picked The highland Wedding for my march, and the other two tunes were to be played in a set immediately afterwards, non-stop. I would be playing what’s called and MSR set, or March, Strathspey, and Reel. And of course, he had to pick my six parted 2/4 march to go along with my six parted reel. Maybe I would gain favour by playing
exceptionally longer and more complex tunes than the rest of the competitors, who usually played tunes of four parts.
     And all this is completely memorised, mind you.
     He fills out the empty spaces on the peculiarly marked piece of paper. Grade 2 MSR, competitor number, tune names.
     “Take all the time you need. Whenever you’re ready.” he said in a calm voice.
     This meant that he was ready for whatever I was to dish out for him, whether it reflect all the long years and hours of practice I have endured and sometimes suffered through. I filled my bag with air for the umpteenth time, feeling it’s familiar tautness against my arm and side, the drones laying splayed at even spaced across my left shoulder. As I gently strike the bag with my free right hand, the drones fire without a hitch, and they become the only sound audible to me as I adjust the now solid feeling bag under my arm. The rest of the world seems to stop for a moment, and I increase the air pressure just a touch, and the bright, crisp sound of my competition solo chanter springs into my consciousness. I hold it at a high A, the recommended note for tuning drones, until I bring my right hand to the lower note holes on the chanter. I begin my own unique warm up phrases.
     These “warm up phrases” have become quite an amusing concept to realise. They are almost like the howl of a wolf; it identifies the animal to the rest of its pack, and the pack immediately knows the wolf’s position in the hierarchy, and identity. Same with pipers. One can usually detect a particular piper’s skill level through the phrases and notes he or she plays to loosen and warm up their fingers. Most of the gods can, too, be identified by
their unique style of warm up.
     I turn away and begin to play a random march to re-warm the four reds that inhabit my pipes. As I play, I listen with all my power to the tone and tuning of the drones, asking myself and repeatedly evaluating if they were matched to the notes on the chanter. At the end of the march, I begin making fine adjustments to the drones, sliding the base up slightly, along with the middle drone. They reach a perfect, rich, flat wall of sound as I once again play some notes to warm up.
     All the while, Jack Lee has been listening and observing, making sure I can tune and that I know my way around the instrument competently enough. I can feel his eyes burning in my back, but I try to ignore it.
     My tuning only lasts about a minute and a half, but it felt like an eternity. I finally turn to face the shimmering example of piping musicianship, one of the best ever to live.
     I march.
     It went rather well until the challenging fourth part, during which I turned and laid eyes on my judge. Like I wasn’t supposed to, I began thinking about something other than the tune. The thoughts mostly consisted of things like “My god…that’s Jack Lee…” and other pointless ramblings.
     I made a mistake! How could I let my mind wander like that?! That’s not a good idea-
     Another blunder.
     Focus!
      The rest of the march only had maybe one or two small hitches in the playing, but I held on as I came to a graceful halt in front of him and started into my strathspey, which
was a dance tune. I missed a doubling as soon as I started, but no matter. I held the tone of my drones as steady as I physically could, the specially made reeds never wavering and producing a satisfactory wall of sound. Now into the reel. I started well, and gradually sped up the tempo within the first line or so, but I lost concentration for a split second, and the tune began to get away from me. I was stuck at the slightly speedy tempo, but that didn’t concern me as much as seeing Jack Lee bending to write on the paper he had filled out earlier.
     Whether it be good or bad comments, the judges are required to give a good evaluation of a player’s performance and suggest any ways to help the player do better in the future. Of course, even though the player can’t see what’s being written on the sheet, we all assume it’s errors or negative material. And that doesn’t do anything to ease our already scared witless minds.
     I come to the end of the tune, trying to play it as musically and well as I can. When I cut off the drones, or stop the sound in one crisp movement, I quickly meet his gaze, snap into a British salute and click my heels. He nods and thanks me, and I thank him for listening.
     That part’s also endlessly mentally rehearsed.
     I start to walk away, and it takes me three or four strides to realise that a sizeable crowd had gathered around, and was lightly applauding. As I scanned, I picked up a few members of world-class pipe bands, a couple other judges who had finished with their assigned list. They all smiled as I passed, and I smiled back, replying politely to the “Great job” and “Excellent playing” complements that pursued me as I made my way to
the next judge to start the whole process over again.

     Such is the Competition life of a piper. Some days it goes as planned, others not. It all depends on how you play on the day. This particular experience of mine was one of the better ones. All my years of dedication and practice do end up paying off. The good values, morals, traditions, and respectable nature that I have learned through the culture and history of my music has resulted in me leading a better and more enjoyable life.
     But not everyone sees it the same way. Some pipers are there merely for the look, or for the bragging rights. Some, like one of  my piping counterparts and friends, are in it to win. The third type are the group that I decided to join, which are the ones that play for enjoyment, and to their own standards instead of the requirements for medals.
     At the end of that day, I had accumulated a medal in every event I played, and came away with the aggregate trophy. And the one that Jack Lee judged me for?
     That was a gold.
     Now, I was exceedingly pleased with the results, even if I didn’t play as well as I would’ve liked to at the time.
     But there are the select few that aren’t happy at all with anything, no matter how well they do. One of those is a man by the name of Richard. He is a bit of a strange character when one first sees him. His most prominent feature is his incredible facial hair. He has grown a beard everywhere but his neck, and around his mouth, creating a sort of reverse-goatee. It fades uniformly with the reddish-brown hair upon his head, cut nearly as short as the trimmed beard. He is an extremely talented and well-practiced player, and belongs
to one of the few grade 1 bands in the United States: the Los Angeles Scots, whose pipe major was my tutor for a time.
     Now, Richard is probably in his mid-thirties, the prime time for grade 1 pipers. He’s fit, has a well-tailored uniform, and takes students.
     But he’s one of those people that seems angry with everything. If someone compliments him on his playing, he will immediately retaliated with absolutely everything he did wrong. And he’s not the type for clean language either, it seems. It’s a marvel if one can hear him speak a sentence without it being full of profane language.
     It was this gentleman exactly that I heard at one point that day unleash a half howl, half profanity into the air. He had found out how he had placed among the other competitors at his level, which was only one level above mine. It Didn’t sound as though he did too well. I turned, and found that I could see him a little ways off, standing with his sheets held as though they were on fire, or some dangerous animal. He looked at the for a while, then began to pace in a circle, blaspheming and stamping and kicking at the surrounding dirt. He was quite aggravated.
     Richard is the perfect example to demonstrate that one shouldn’t rely too much one goal in life, because if one fails to reach that goal, then they are left hopeless and without a way out. It is wise to choose a path that is full of options. He also serves as a specimen to show that some it is possible to take some things much too seriously, thereby hindering one’s success, pride, and enthusiasm to continue.
     I’ve lost plenty of times, but I didn’t let it become something that my mind obsessed over as it only bothered me for about half an hour. What’s done is done, the past is past.
Others played better than me on the day, and that’s a fact that I’m always open and willing to accept.

After all, we’re all human.


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Post by: BagpipeHeadache on October 01, 2011, 08:47:30 AM
Oh, I forgot to add that comments are welcome!   :D
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Post by: Clankinist on October 02, 2011, 03:27:48 AM
That was great!!! I thoroughly enjoyed that! :D

I noticed a few typos/forgotten letters. Nothin too big though. ^^;

And.... 'the drones laying splayed at even spaced across my left shoulder.' Ha-elp!! D:
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Post by: BagpipeHeadache on October 13, 2011, 09:15:20 AM
Hmmm....

*spaces....  XD
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Post by: Clankinist on October 13, 2011, 09:22:34 AM
XD That's what I thought.
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Post by: Treya-Chan on October 19, 2011, 04:53:01 AM
This is the Prologue to a new short story I'm working on... Okay so its not that short LOL!
Prologue
In the beginning there was seven Fallen. But as time went on they split up. Together they where unstoppable but apart they where broken. Anyone bowed down to them they rolled the human world. They where sent to earth to save the human kind from demons. The demons where planing on killing off the whole human race. The angels took mercy on human and sent then guardians.  There where four males and three females. You would think that the males where the strongest but your wrong the females bet the males in size and strength. But the guardians started to get cocky and fail at their jobs. The angels warned them twice that they needed to pay attention to the demons. But the guardians ignored them. When the demons attacked full force the guardians pleaded with the angels to help them but the angels did nothing. They had warned the guardians of what was to become of them.  When the battle was over the angels came down to see if any of the guardians survived the attack. They found all but two alive and almost beattin' to death. They ripped their wings out and banished them from heaven. They never found the last two guardians. They spent years searching for them. But the last two where never saw again. Some say that they died and their bodies carried away by demons. Some say they changed to look like humans and still live with us. Some claim that the angels found them and banished them to the underworld. Some say that the angels changed them to infants and took away their memories and made them restart their lives on earth. But nothing is confirmed. The guardians that where found got called Fallen. Because they fell from grace. Some say that they bred with humans and created a haft breed. Others say that they killed themselves because they thought it would get them into heaven.  Again nothing was confirmed. 
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Post by: tridecagirl on October 20, 2011, 09:12:25 AM
@ Piper - that was brilliant. I'm not as intense about my music, but I know the feeling of that one error... teetering on the edge and seeing the whole downhill slide from there, error after error, and trying as hard as you can to keep on going. Good job. YOu'd better gen an A.
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Post by: tridecagirl on October 26, 2011, 08:31:27 AM
I wanted to do something creepy. What does everyone think?

REMOVED FOR CONTEST SUBMISSION
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Post by: Clankinist on October 27, 2011, 10:01:50 AM
Ooooh! I just got them chills!! :D
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Post by: tridecagirl on October 27, 2011, 11:10:21 AM
Yay! I freaked my brother out, but he's pretty easy to freak.
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Post by: BagpipeHeadache on October 30, 2011, 04:31:28 PM
@ Piper - that was brilliant. I'm not as intense about my music, but I know the feeling of that one error... teetering on the edge and seeing the whole downhill slide from there, error after error, and trying as hard as you can to keep on going. Good job. YOu'd better gen an A.

Why thank you very much!  ^-^

And I did actually....a 100/100 to be exact....  XDD

And about three paragraphs of stellar review by my English instructor..  XD
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Post by: Reenie-La on December 23, 2011, 11:35:07 PM
Do I swallow my pride,
And let my true thoughts hide?
Or do I hang onto being right,
but being alone day and night?

Just a little something  wrote...
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Post by: Echo :) on December 25, 2011, 04:22:57 AM
Memories I've long forgot
Thinking about hopes and plots.
Plan your life, 
To be told no
Then you'll have to let it go.
Loss and pain
Suffering and lack of gain.
The days are filled with sorrow,
The nights then full of shame.
Will they say yes 
Will they agree?
Do they even remember me?
How long until I'll be set free?
I'm frantic in this cage.
Lost and confused and surely dazed.
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Post by: Reenie-La on December 26, 2011, 12:28:00 AM
Echo, that is awesome and 100% relatible!
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Post by: Clankinist on December 28, 2011, 06:40:39 PM
I've got an essay! :D XD

....I actually think I got lazy and it makes no sense, but the teacher thinks I should enter it in a national competition thingy.

The Courage to Act

        Courage: the attitude of facing and dealing with anything recognized as dangerous, difficult, or painful, instead of withdrawing from it.  Act: a thing done.  A deed.  Unfortunately, Webster’s New World Dictionary doesn’t have a definition for ‘The Courage to Act’, but if it did, it would probably read ‘Standing out in the face of adversity and tribulation and acting against it.  See also; Harriet Tubman, Martin Luther, Martin Luther King Jr., Rachel Joy Scott.  There would most likely be many other names in the list, but for now, those listed will suffice.  More importantly, the name Rachel Joy Scott, a young girl who aspired to be an actress but was shot to death April 20th, 1999 as she sat on the grass at Columbine High School.
   The victim of religious prejudice, Rachel was shot a total of four times; Once in the chest, arm, and leg before a bullet finally went into her head, making her one of the first victims.  Her murderers, two troubled boys who chose Hitler’s birthdate to march up the steps of Columbine High School and open fire.  Rachel, an active Christian, was eating lunch in the school field when the boys came up to her.  Her brother’s friend was also killed, just because of the color of his skin.  Eleven other people lost their lives before the boys turned the guns on themselves.
   It is always darkest before the dawn, and the storm must always come before the peace.  Seasons change and life goes on.  The impact of that day in 1999 has stuck in the minds of Americans, and memorable as the more recent September 11th.  However, one person shows up in Columbine that played a role in the darkest even in human history: Hitler.
   Born to a religious zealot of a mother who exaggerated cleanliness, a little known fact is that Hitler developed a sort of fetish for waste.  Namely feces.  Disgusted by this, he completed the circle by wanting to eliminate all unclean things.  He chose the Jews.  In 1941, (The same year the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor) his reign of terror came to it’s height.  This event is known as the Holocaust, and was the genocide, or the mass murder, of Jews. 
   Shot, starved, and burned, these people were treated worse than animals in concentration camps.  A few, those ‘lucky’ to have blonde hair and blue eyes, were kept aside for Hitler’s goal to create a perfected people.  Twins were experimented on.  The Jews were trampled like the dirt.  Some people saw the injustice of their treatment and did what they could to help them; soldier’s turned a blind eye so mothers could escape, farmer’s left extra food in places the prisoners could get it.  A nurse helped patients escape.  They had the courage to act.
   Rachel, like the Jews, found her religion mocked and her lives in the hands of an angry person.  Like many of the Jews, stared into the barrel of a gun.  Unlike the Jews, Rachel Joy Scott, age seventeen, had no hope of liberation.
   Events in history help shape the world around us.  What happens today will become the history of tomorrow.  It hurts, and nations cry out when bad things happen, but we have to live with the outcome and hope for a brighter future.  Mistakes we make-as a people or as individuals-can help us to learn.  The choice of action is in our hands.  The courage to act is a choice we make.  Either we stand by and let things happen without asserting ourselves, or we risk our necks to help an individual.
   We cannot have light without darkness, or darkness without the light, and yet we fear the dark.  And what we fear, we hate, which leads to conflict, and therefore battles, wars, and destruction.  If this is true, in the same way that we cannot have a future without the past, then what are the lives of millions of European Jews or the life of one American high school girl?
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Post by: Hope-la on January 01, 2012, 08:31:05 AM
That. Is. Amazing. XD
You should enter it! You'd definitely have a shot.
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Post by: tridecagirl on January 03, 2012, 11:08:29 AM
That's a good essay except for one thing -

Rachel wasn't killed because of her religion. The Columbine shooters Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold, contrary to popular belief, didn't have a reason. Dylan did whatever Eric said, and Eric was a psychopath. His goal was to kill as many people as possible - he planted bombs that would have killed 600 people, if they'd worked. He wasn't actually targeting any specific group.
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Post by: JLIGHTNING on January 04, 2012, 06:02:48 AM
O.O

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Post by: Clankinist on January 07, 2012, 06:03:50 AM
Not really because of her religion, but they did target her for other reasons. I fixed that before I submitted it.
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Post by: Nikki-La on January 14, 2012, 01:27:54 AM
You make my heart race and slow/ My pulse beats out of my skin/ You haunt my days/ Consume my nights// I crave you near/ Tweak for a touch/ Long for a taste/ Dream of a way// You never see/ You never notice/ You never guess/ How completely you steal me away// You fill me/ Full of tragedy/ But I still want more/ Because it comes from you// In the end/ We remain friends/ I stay alone/ And you have no clue// A fire burns/ I die inside/ With an innocent smile/ From the object of my desire// -7 by Nyk Morris
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Post by: Nikki-La on January 14, 2012, 01:29:09 AM
We are toxic/ My feelings for you/ They run violent// Such strong emotions/ A warm heart/ A cold shoulder// We fight/ There's a soft blow/ A firm hand// You manage to pull me/ You bring me back/ Ever so gentle// A hug here/ A touch there/ Words on our lips// You drive me crazy/ You make me sane/ Blurring all the lines// So here we are/ All riled up/ Ready to do damage// A promise of a fallout/ Will it end or begin/ With me in your arms//   -Push and Pull by Nyk Morris
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Post by: Clankinist on January 20, 2012, 06:01:59 PM
Oh! Those are beautiful! :D