I know this may seem cheesy,
But at least hear what I say.
Our time at school has come and gone.
Today is our last day.
.
I know this may seem sappy,
But I really couldn’t care less.
Even through these ups and down,
We still got through this mess.
.
In refection, we won’t recall,
The stupid things we said.
All of it will pass us by,
Leaving the laughs instead.
My update is up. On time. As usual. So…
Enjoy!
How would you react if one of your friends moved away without telling you? Don’t worry, this didn’t actually happen to anyone I know, or to me.
My poetry has been getting gradually more depressing lately…
Frozen solid,
Freezing cold,
Flaming light
And fire mold
Chills splinter fast,
Encasing your spine,
Flames burn down
Thawing your mind.
Blue and white,
And shining glass
Red and orange
A blazing mass
Frozen Solid,
Secrets told.
Flaming light,
A soul to go
The dreary grey of those evening skies,
The shining green of my jealous eyes,
The obsidian black of my own demise.
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Today there is no rain.
.
The unworn necklace dangling from a cord,
The unopened book with secrets sworn,
The enduring leaves, wrinkled and worn.
.
This is a horrible day for rain.
.
The curled branches of winter trees,
The seashells of the shining seas,
The door that needs a thousand keys.
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This is a day for rain.
I found we needed a new conversation page because some of us have slow processors and slow internet and the other page, with 600+ comments, takes forever to load.
Ariadne’s Story now has a super awesome update. So, enjoy!
We support Homestead JCL (Junior Classical League) in Ft. Wayne!
Here’s one of my sister’s stories that she’s writing. I haven’t read it yet, although she wants me to post it.
Dark Woods of a Little Town
By Stephanie
Prologue
I was taking a midnight stroll with my American Short-hair Tabby, Kelsey. She had gone through her transperant cat door, so I went to make sure she wouldn’t jump over our new wooden fence. Although, as soon as she saw me, Kelsey jumped over the fence. I went through the gate in my bathrobe and hot pink snow boots. Luckily, she went to Mrs. Smith’s brick house, on the other side of the street. I walked quickly to Mrs. Smith’s house. I heard the loud meowing. Kelsey always meows at the ivory moon. I soon heard a howl. I knew it wasn’t any of the neighbors’ dogs. The terrifying howl was either a coyote or a wolf. A wolf and a coyote are not the same thing, okay! That you definitely learn that one the hard way.
-Chapter 1-
Kelsey, Kelsey, Kelsey
I got to Mrs. Smith’s white picket fence in no time at all. The great howling continued. I looked around the neighborhood with curious eyes. I thought that the howling might belong to a stray bloodhound that ran into East Shores, the neighborhood that I live in. The howling became even louder. I began to shiver in great paralyzing fear. I knew I had to find Kelsey quickly. Otherwise, Kelsey and I would be in enormous trouble if Mom or Dad found out about this. Not to mention, I was about to wet myself. I took a quick glance around Mrs. Smith’s backyard. I couldn’t see my cat at all!
“Kelsey, come here. Kelsey, where are you?” I whispered to the almost vacant backyard.
I heard a terrified hiss, then I saw this dreadful looking creature. It looked like an undead tiger. I knew I was probably wrong, but it was worth a shot. I soon felt some wire-like fur on my arm. I looked to my right with fearful eyes. I saw a drooling, ugly creature. The creature was elbow high. I could tell that this tall creature was not a dog or a wolf. A wolf’s fur coat is never wire-ike, nor is dog’s.
My mother’s words echoed in my head, “When a dog thinks you’re prey, stand still.” I stood as still as a tree. The creature set something on my foot. I couldn’t tell whether it was prey he’d just finished, or something he had in his mouth the entire time. The creature began to brush its wire like fur on my arm. I kept still the entire time. I looked at the creature’s neck for a collar. Unfortunately, there was no sign of one. The wind kept whistling in my ear.
I suddenly saw something out of the corner of my eye. I looked with slow eyes at my arm. The creature was staring at me with big black eyes.
“Do you have anything for me?” the creature said to me with his eyes. I could tell very well that the creature was hungry. I began to feel something light on my left boot. It was a strange feeling on my boot. It was kind of like a hairy feeling. I couldn’t tell what on Earth it was. I’m pretty sure that it might have been the creature’s prey.
“Go on! Come on, get out of here you little runt!” a familiar voice screamed at the creature. The creature made a mad dash for the next neighborhood.
“Are you okay?” the familiar voice asked as it came closer. I nodded looking at my boot. I finally saw a face that belonged to the voice. I was surprised to see that the voice belonged to Mrs. Smith. Mrs. Smith was an antisocial woman ever since Mr. Smith died from cancer. I was just shocked by how friendly Mrs. Smith had become all the sudden. My mouth was wide open.
“Close your mouth, honey. You don’t want to let bugs into your mouth,” Mrs. Smith said gently closing my mouth.
What was that thing, Mrs. Smith?” I asked.
“All that was, was a baby coyote, a pup. You’re lucky it didn’t eat you. You should really go home,” Mrs. Smith replied.
“Well, my cat, Kelsey, ran over here, and I came to get her before Mom or Dad notices that I’m out of bed. So, will you help me find her in your yard before Mom or Dad gets up?”
“I hate to break it to you, but your cat is on your boot. Not to mention, it’s dead.”
“Crap! I’m so screwed right now. Now, this will be hard to explain to Mom and Dad!”
“You’ll be fine. Now just go home before your folks wake up,” Mrs. Smith told me as she walked away. I shook my dead cat off my boot, and began to walk home.
-Chapter 2-
Home, Sweet Home
I quietly entered the dark house. You could probably here a pencil drop three miles away from my house.
I began to walk as quietly as a mouse upstairs. As I walked upstairs, I began to hear a door open. I made a mad dash to my sky blue room. I quickly shut the oak door.
Man that was a close one! I thought to myself. I rapidly untied my bathrobe and threw it on the ground. Then, I got my boots off and threw them in my closet. I could hear heavy footsteps coming towards my doors. I rapidly got under the sheets of my bed. The footsteps immediately stopped at my bedroom door.
*Oh, please don’t be Mom! Oh, please don’t be Mom!* I kept thing to myself.
“Honey, are you awake?” I heard this female voice say. I didn’t answer. I didn’t want whoever was on the other side of that door to know that I was awake. The door creaked as it opened. I tried my best to slow my breathing and heartbeat down. I heard more footsteps coming towards my bed. I felt a gentle touch of someone’s fingers going across my forehead.
“Alice, are you awake?” the woman asked. I slowly sat up.
It’s been exactly, one year, give or take a few hours, since I first started my story. I actually didn’t expect I would keep it up this long. I usually give up on things like this. Sure there have been some idiots who have told me this entire story writing was a huge waste of time. Thankfully, I really don’t care what anyone else thinks as long as I’m doing what I like and want to do. And this is it. One year. And I couldn’t have done it without you guys. It’s developed a lot recently, what with the new laptops and finding my old flashdrive. I’m going to do this. I’m going to get this published.
I’m going to dedicate it to you three.
I’m going to do this. I’m going to finish this.
