Name: dragonsmemory
District: Fantasy
Based on: Poem #2
((AN: Well, it's back to the competition. Just thought I'd prolong the suspense with this note. Also, there's a lot of background to this particular tale. So, while your facepalming, allow me to explain.
The Shadows (see title) are the evil thoughts of men and the nightmares of dragons. They have always been a part of Earth, but they have grown stronger. The Shadows are on the verge of taking over the world. There is little hope left.
And now, without further ado, Team Dragonwriting proudly presents…"Lighting the Shadows."))
I looked out at the world. It was dark now, it always was. Where the brook once laughed and murmured to itself, there is now a bed of black stone. Where the great pines once stood tall and proud, there is now only a gray, charred scar. Happy, prospering villages, now burned to nothing, their citizens forced to work in the mines.
I had a task. I had been marked for this task the moment I was born. No one else could do it. There was only one thing that could fend off a Shadow: Hope. My task was to spread Hope as far as possible.
Hope was the light at the end of the tunnel, the soft bed at the end of the day, the roaring brand and hot foodof an inn. It was smiles, laughter, and good cheer. It was everything god in the world.
Carefully, I jumped down from the rock I was standing on. It was a long walk to my destination. As I walked, I thought about one of the old stories, the legend of Pandora's Box.
As thes story went, a great flood covered the earth and killed almost every living creature. The few that survived repopulated the earth.
Pandora had been gegeven a gift from the gods: a box containing all that was needed to rebuild the world. The box was not to be opened until the world was ready. In her curiosity, Pandora opened the box, releasing the Shadows into the world.
Once the Shadows had cleared out, Pandora noticed that there was one thing left in the box. That thing was Hope. Ever since, Pandora's Daughters carried it far and wide, rectifying the mistake made so many centuries ago.
Now it was my turn.
I set the ancient stone box in what used to be a plowed field. My mother had passed the box to me, and so I would when the time came for my daughter to take up the task.
Gently, I prised open thed lid. There was a soft golden glow at the bottom. I tipped Pandora's box on its side, restoring Hope to the area.
((I Hope u liked it. Yes, I worked in the Pandora story. I didn't originally plan it, but it worked. So, what did u think?))
District: Fantasy
Based on: Poem #2
((AN: Well, it's back to the competition. Just thought I'd prolong the suspense with this note. Also, there's a lot of background to this particular tale. So, while your facepalming, allow me to explain.
The Shadows (see title) are the evil thoughts of men and the nightmares of dragons. They have always been a part of Earth, but they have grown stronger. The Shadows are on the verge of taking over the world. There is little hope left.
And now, without further ado, Team Dragonwriting proudly presents…"Lighting the Shadows."))
I looked out at the world. It was dark now, it always was. Where the brook once laughed and murmured to itself, there is now a bed of black stone. Where the great pines once stood tall and proud, there is now only a gray, charred scar. Happy, prospering villages, now burned to nothing, their citizens forced to work in the mines.
I had a task. I had been marked for this task the moment I was born. No one else could do it. There was only one thing that could fend off a Shadow: Hope. My task was to spread Hope as far as possible.
Hope was the light at the end of the tunnel, the soft bed at the end of the day, the roaring brand and hot foodof an inn. It was smiles, laughter, and good cheer. It was everything god in the world.
Carefully, I jumped down from the rock I was standing on. It was a long walk to my destination. As I walked, I thought about one of the old stories, the legend of Pandora's Box.
As thes story went, a great flood covered the earth and killed almost every living creature. The few that survived repopulated the earth.
Pandora had been gegeven a gift from the gods: a box containing all that was needed to rebuild the world. The box was not to be opened until the world was ready. In her curiosity, Pandora opened the box, releasing the Shadows into the world.
Once the Shadows had cleared out, Pandora noticed that there was one thing left in the box. That thing was Hope. Ever since, Pandora's Daughters carried it far and wide, rectifying the mistake made so many centuries ago.
Now it was my turn.
I set the ancient stone box in what used to be a plowed field. My mother had passed the box to me, and so I would when the time came for my daughter to take up the task.
Gently, I prised open thed lid. There was a soft golden glow at the bottom. I tipped Pandora's box on its side, restoring Hope to the area.
((I Hope u liked it. Yes, I worked in the Pandora story. I didn't originally plan it, but it worked. So, what did u think?))
Why wont the crying stop?
My body shivers as it listens
Waiting for u to come back
Im hopeless
Searching
Waiting for the one who loves me
Wheres the moment gone
We used to be there for one another
These scars are the wounds
That keep us together
Nothing can change that
Not time of space
No amount of crying will bring u back
So please help stop it
Im waiting
And waiting
But youre not coming back
I feel that its my fault
Will u give me a clue
of do I have to keeep
On
Waiting
For this
Never-ending
Story
My body shivers as it listens
Waiting for u to come back
Im hopeless
Searching
Waiting for the one who loves me
Wheres the moment gone
We used to be there for one another
These scars are the wounds
That keep us together
Nothing can change that
Not time of space
No amount of crying will bring u back
So please help stop it
Im waiting
And waiting
But youre not coming back
I feel that its my fault
Will u give me a clue
of do I have to keeep
On
Waiting
For this
Never-ending
Story
animegurl23
number 12
i must be strong
Our Baby cries
Why?
u are dying
Why?
We both cry... I must carry on
NO time to be weak
I must stand up on my feet
I have to be strong.......I have to be strong
Even though u are gone
I have to be strong
This will be tough but even so
i must carry on
I have to be strong
**
I think this song is about a woman who has a baby, but her husband is very sick and he died. she gets depressed at first but realizes she has to be strong for her baby otherwise it would be all for nothing
A.N: heheheh this song reminded me soo much of clannad! ( anime ) *spoilers!* when nagisa ( wife) died while giving birth and tomoya (husband) was in a depression , and he had to take care of their baby;and realized he had to raise their daughter in a good way, so Nagisa's death wasnt for nothing... so in a way i sorta made this into my own thing......is that okay? :3
number 12
i must be strong
Our Baby cries
Why?
u are dying
Why?
We both cry... I must carry on
NO time to be weak
I must stand up on my feet
I have to be strong.......I have to be strong
Even though u are gone
I have to be strong
This will be tough but even so
i must carry on
I have to be strong
**
I think this song is about a woman who has a baby, but her husband is very sick and he died. she gets depressed at first but realizes she has to be strong for her baby otherwise it would be all for nothing
A.N: heheheh this song reminded me soo much of clannad! ( anime ) *spoilers!* when nagisa ( wife) died while giving birth and tomoya (husband) was in a depression , and he had to take care of their baby;and realized he had to raise their daughter in a good way, so Nagisa's death wasnt for nothing... so in a way i sorta made this into my own thing......is that okay? :3
Suns rise,
Moons set.
Change comes.
Wind blows,
Rain falls.
Change leaves.
In the coming of the day,
In the middle of the night,
Change comes to us all.
Hearts are healed
And hearts are broken.
Change is what
Makes us
Unique.
With Change comes
Birthdays,
Growth,
Love,
And Friendship.
Stories end,
Plots twist.
But
Change
Is always
Different.
Just a few notes. This poem could be examined from two different perspectives. The first is that of the Potterheads, of which generation I ama lifelong member. The seconde perspective is one I've kept fairly secret. Ionce had my hart-, hart broken.
Change happens to us all. It makes us unique among life-forms and among each other. Not one of us can avoid it. It really is incredible.
Moons set.
Change comes.
Wind blows,
Rain falls.
Change leaves.
In the coming of the day,
In the middle of the night,
Change comes to us all.
Hearts are healed
And hearts are broken.
Change is what
Makes us
Unique.
With Change comes
Birthdays,
Growth,
Love,
And Friendship.
Stories end,
Plots twist.
But
Change
Is always
Different.
Just a few notes. This poem could be examined from two different perspectives. The first is that of the Potterheads, of which generation I ama lifelong member. The seconde perspective is one I've kept fairly secret. Ionce had my hart-, hart broken.
Change happens to us all. It makes us unique among life-forms and among each other. Not one of us can avoid it. It really is incredible.
The color
The color of the sky?
Thats sometimes blue...
The color of the trees?
Thats usually brown...
The colors of a bush?
Thats usually green....
The color of a strawberry?
Thats mostly red..... But....
Why?
The taste is sweet and wonderful....
But the color seems deadly
The color seems to kill thousands everyday...
Thousands....
thousands of us....
We die from war....bullies......and more.....
Stop the noise....
The noise doesn't really have a color....
Exept maybe....red...
The noise is the screams.....
The screams is not a cry for help,not a wail of Pain.......
The scream is that I'm done with the pain....
The tears,the bulling....The hurt....
I'm done.....
Your color of sound is red......
Aren't u ready to stop the pain?
Do u want to help?
kom bij us in this fight and see the sound!
The color of the sky?
Thats sometimes blue...
The color of the trees?
Thats usually brown...
The colors of a bush?
Thats usually green....
The color of a strawberry?
Thats mostly red..... But....
Why?
The taste is sweet and wonderful....
But the color seems deadly
The color seems to kill thousands everyday...
Thousands....
thousands of us....
We die from war....bullies......and more.....
Stop the noise....
The noise doesn't really have a color....
Exept maybe....red...
The noise is the screams.....
The screams is not a cry for help,not a wail of Pain.......
The scream is that I'm done with the pain....
The tears,the bulling....The hurt....
I'm done.....
Your color of sound is red......
Aren't u ready to stop the pain?
Do u want to help?
kom bij us in this fight and see the sound!
When I became her best friend, I thought we'd have a normal friendship. Making bracelets, sleepovers, doing stuff together. We never did. At first I thought "Why did I even go near her?" but her mystique intrigued me. She was quiet, but tough. Likable, but rough. At least, to me. Everybody else thought she was weird just because she sang to herself with no earbuds on. One day, at recess, she was sitting door herself, humming a tune and writing in a beat-up spiral notebook. The eraser end of her pencil was chewed, and most of the pencil was practically gone. I was bored, just looking at kids run around like I did every day. Then I just walked over to her, hoping she would like some company. She looked pretty poor, wearing the same clothes every dag and walking around with an old backpack. Little did I know that muziek was all she had.
Fantasy district
Adventure district
Ghost district
Fairy Tale district
fan Fiction district
Short Story district
The 12 that remain names will be put into a hat they will be pit at random. One girl will be in the Fantasy district then one boy same for the rest. If there's uneven number girls then boys of the other way around then there will be a district of two boys of two girls. But there's a twisted...
Lest say the theme of the week is that u have to write about a car crash. u can't just write about a car crash u have to also use your district's meaning like if your in the ghost district u have to do something about a car crash but have something to do with ghost in it.
Like the twist? :)
Fierce & Love
Malmcd of Mallory McDonald
Number One
My blonde hair was soaked with blood. My blood. My hart-, hart was pounding in my chest. Will this ever end?Why couldn't He get it over with . I was dying anyway. This was torture. Pure torture, but I could'nt move. My feet were stuck. I was paralysed. Paralysed with fear.My mother warned me about Him. Never become too attached. You'll only get hurt. She used to say. Mothers are right way too much of the time.I hate them.
I lay there on the ground thinking about what my mother was doing right now. Would she be looking down from Heaven of alone in a casket. Why was I here?What did I do? Did i deserve this? I hope not
I lay there on the ground thinking about what my mother was doing right now. Would she be looking down from Heaven of alone in a casket. Why was I here?What did I do? Did i deserve this? I hope not
The rules of the Writers games are that the first 24 people to kom bij the club will be in the games. The first thing you'll have to do when u kom bij is post a piece of writing that u have written. Once all 24 pieces are in me and lucky seven people will judge the writings and decide who lives and who dies! and u must use your own writing!
Week one-
In week one u must send in an article. It can be anything! Be creative! After the judges look at them and decide who stays and who leaves that person is out of the game.
Week two-
We will have a themed writing piece that u will have to send in. The theme is Fantasy.
Week three-
We will have a writing battle two writers against one another the person that loses is out!
This all I have for now so let the games began!
And all so if your one of the first 24 to kom bij write your net name and what number fan u were on the uithangbord thank you!
Fierce & Love
Malmcd of Mallory McDonald
Week one-
In week one u must send in an article. It can be anything! Be creative! After the judges look at them and decide who stays and who leaves that person is out of the game.
Week two-
We will have a themed writing piece that u will have to send in. The theme is Fantasy.
Week three-
We will have a writing battle two writers against one another the person that loses is out!
This all I have for now so let the games began!
And all so if your one of the first 24 to kom bij write your net name and what number fan u were on the uithangbord thank you!
Fierce & Love
Malmcd of Mallory McDonald