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SparklingEmbers

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Born an Ember
Growing a Flame
Now a Fire
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Dream to Aspire

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#Home Contest

It's summer and a lot of us are visiting family and maybe going away from your home for the summer on vacation. 
So I thought of this prompt while driving up to my summer cottage and thought: It sounds fun, why not? So ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, here is your next contest!!!!

Word ammount: Endless
Genre: Perferably narrative/poem
Title: ___(your title) #Home
Due By: August 10th (short date)
IMPORTANT: You can upload more than one entree for this contest, if you have different homes then go ahead!!


Song Inspiration: North - Sleeping at Last . . . https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=byHSQoemFvI  


Some things to consider: 

Where is your home? (figuratively, literally, both) 

What stories at your home are special to you? 

What are traditions you have at your home? 

How have you grown as a person through your home? 

If you've ever moved what was it like? (Figuratively, literally, both)

How do relationships vary in your family?

How can you change...

#Home Contest

It's summer and a lot of us are visiting family and maybe going away from your home for the summer on vacation. 
So I thought of this prompt while driving up to my summer cottage and thought: It sounds fun, why not? So ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, here is your next contest!!!!

Word ammount: Endless
Genre: Perferably narrative/poem
Title: ___(your title) #Home
Due By: August 10th (short date)
IMPORTANT: You can upload more than one entree for this contest, if you have different homes then go ahead!!


Song Inspiration: North - Sleeping at Last . . . https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=byHSQoemFvI  


Some things to consider: 

Where is your home? (figuratively, literally, both) 

What stories at your home are special to you? 

What are traditions you have at your home? 

How have you grown as a person through your home? 

If you've ever moved what was it like? (Figuratively, literally, both)

How do relationships vary in your family?

How can you change...

Simulation Argument

At least one of the following propositions is true: (1) the human species is very likely to go extinct before reaching a “posthuman” stage; (2) any posthuman civilization is extremely unlikely to run a significant number of simulations of their evolutionary history (or variations thereof); (3) we are almost certainly living in a computer simulation. It follows that the belief that there is a significant chance that we will one day become posthumans who run ancestor‐simulations is false, unless we are currently living in a simulation. A number of other consequences of this result are also discussed.

What you just read was an Introduction of a paper by Nick Bostrom. (I DO NOT OWN IT) 
The real question is. . . are we in a simulation? What do you think? 

"Are You Living in a Computer Simulation?" 

https://www.simulation-argument.com/simulation.pdf   <The other link didn't work

Comment what you think

Simulation Argument

At least one of the following propositions is true: (1) the human species is very likely to go extinct before reaching a “posthuman” stage; (2) any posthuman civilization is extremely unlikely to run a significant number of simulations of their evolutionary history (or variations thereof); (3) we are almost certainly living in a computer simulation. It follows that the belief that there is a significant chance that we will one day become posthumans who run ancestor‐simulations is false, unless we are currently living in a simulation. A number of other consequences of this result are also discussed.

What you just read was an Introduction of a paper by Nick Bostrom. (I DO NOT OWN IT) 
The real question is. . . are we in a simulation? What do you think? 

"Are You Living in a Computer Simulation?" 

file:///C:/Users/kvpol/Desktop/simulation.pdf

Comment what you think

Simulation Argument

At least one of the following propositions is true: (1) the human species is very likely to go extinct before reaching a “posthuman” stage; (2) any posthuman civilization is extremely unlikely to run a significant number of simulations of their evolutionary history (or variations thereof); (3) we are almost certainly living in a computer simulation. It follows that the belief that there is a significant chance that we will one day become posthumans who run ancestor‐simulations is false, unless we are currently living in a simulation. A number of other consequences of this result are also discussed.

What you just read was an Introduction of a paper by Nick Bostrom. (I DO NOT OWN IT) 
The real question is. . . are we in a simulation? What do you think? 

"Are You Living in a Computer Simulation?" 

file:///C:/Users/kvpol/Desktop/simulation.pdf

This is the Jungle

My heart pounds. My pupils are dilated. I swivel around myself but in the dark I can see nothing but the absence of light- of hope. I can almost feel death creep up around me, sprouting from shrubs, attacking me from the skies. There is no way out of this world. I feel my skin shake and a rattle of my hallucination reverberate in my brain. I cannot hide from the enemies. 

This is the jungle. 

Returning

The Lake

The sand greets me by giving my feet a big hug. I hear the familiar sound of the water waving hello. The sun streamed over the ocean, bouncing off it like a prism and blinding me. I see so many colors, it seems almost impossible for them all to be compacted into one lake. Hues of greens and blues, silky white. As I sit on the sand with my feet in the water, the brushing of soft waves, the fluff of the sand, I remember I am home.
 

Existential - Please Review

Is it crazy to believe
Another realm, we could achieve.
Another sunrise, another day,
Another planet, another way.

Is it crazy to believe
We could run from fear.
We could start a dynasty,
A new society.

Is it crazy to believe
There are many more
There is no outbreak of war.
There is a free world-
A door.

A door that holds color
Shapes and sizes
Many prizes.
A sun that streams golden
Never hidden by clouds of doubt
A world full of embolden-
Ment.

Seas, lakes and rivers
A world consisting of givers
Grass so green
You never have seen.

Flowers of bright
Pink yellow purple
Blue red, orange
Petals never melting
Never losing light.
Never fading black or white.

Creatures so majestic
Fragile and domestic
All shapes and hues
Eyes can’t refuse

Listing every aspect
Would take far to much time
Just picture with your imagination
A world with no crime

Is it crazy to believe
Another realm...

Existential - Please Review

Is it crazy to believe
Another realm, we could achieve.
Another sunrise, another day,
Another planet, another way.

Is it crazy to believe
We could run from fear.
We could start a dynasty,
A new society.

Is it crazy to believe
There are many more
There is no outbreak of war.
There is a free world-
A door.

A door that holds color
Shapes and sizes
Many prizes.
A sun that streams golden
Never hidden by clouds of doubt
A world full of embolden-
Ment.

Seas, lakes and rivers
A world consisting of givers
Grass so green
You never have seen.

Flowers of bright
Pink yellow purple
Blue red, orange
Petals never melting
Never losing light.
Never fading black or white.

Creatures so majestic
Fragile and domestic
All shapes and hues
Eyes can’t refuse

Listing every aspect
Would take far to much time
Just picture with your imagination
A world with no crime

Is it crazy to believe
Another world...

#SciFi CONTEST RESULTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

First of all I wanted to start this out by saying everyone did great!!!! 
I was so impressed and entertained by everyone's writing! 

Without further ado, lets get to the places!!!

1st Place: Orfag - Ryder
https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/110439/version/210253
I loved this piece and the immense detail you put into this planet!! 
Favorite Sentence or two: 
The red moon rose slowly over the horizon, shedding crimson light on the solid rock ground. I wondered if there was water anywhere on this planet.  
I feel like as the first sentence, you did a great job explaining the planet! 
1st- Follow, three reviews of your choice & a shoutout- 30 likes  

2nd Place: Leyilo -A Breath into Silence 
https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/110727/version/211395
I loved how you described everything, from languages to different tribes!!
Favorite Sentence or two: 
The young girl who was sitting with the stranger when he woke was called Ndelaèilìlomon [stars-in-the-endless-void], but everybody called her Níela [star]. She was of the Yila tribe, carrying their distinctively blue...

#SciFi CONTEST RESULTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

First of all I wanted to start this out by saying everyone did great!!!! 
I was so impressed and entertained by everyone's writing! 

Without further ado, lets get to the places!!!

1st Place: Orfag 
https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/110439/version/210253
I loved this piece and the immense detail you put into this planet!! 
Favorite Sentence or two: 
The red moon rose slowly over the horizon, shedding crimson light on the solid rock ground. I wondered if there was water anywhere on this planet.  
I feel like as the first sentence, you did a great job explaining the planet! 
1st- Follow, three reviews of your choice & a shoutout- 20 likes  

2nd Place: Leyilo 
https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/110727/version/211395
I loved how you described everything, from languages to different tribes!!
Favorite Sentence or two: 
The young girl who was sitting with the stranger when he woke was called Ndelaèilìlomon [stars-in-the-endless-void], but everybody called her Níela [star]. She was of the Yila tribe, carrying their distinctively blue skin and wide endless eyes. 
I...

FREE COOKIES !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Contest) (DUE THE 29TH!)

CONTEST EXTENDED TO APRIL 29!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(I'm sorry for extending it so much if you already entered but I am aware that Easter is tomorrow and some people might be busy so... :))
 #SciFi    
Write a short scifi story/poem about a different planet.
Think about what earth has, is your planet as well developed as that? Here are some things to think about: 

Planet's name
Species, physical traits, name
what does the planet look like? 
Religion? 
language?
Who were the planets' first explorers? 
Are there different cultures? 
Geography? 
Transportation?
And any more important aspects of the planet. 

CANNOT BE EARTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Title: 
Name of planet- #SciFi
Must be under 1000 words for a short story, 
20 stanzas or less for a poem 

1st- Follow, three reviews of your choice & a shoutout- 20 likes 
2nd- Follow, one review of your choice, one of my choice, shoutout - 10 likes
3rd- Follow, one review of my choice shoutout - 5 likes
Honorable...

FREE COOKIES !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Contest) (DUE THE 29TH!)

CONTEST EXTENDED TO APRIL 20!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(I was lazy and only got three entries, I feel like people wanted to do it but didn't have enough time so... :))
 #SciFi    
Write a short scifi story/poem about a different planet.
Think about what earth has, is your planet as well developed as that? Here are some things to think about: 

Planet's name
Species, physical traits, name
what does the planet look like? 
Religion? 
language?
Who were the planets' first explorers? 
Are there different cultures? 
Geography? 
Transportation?
And any more important aspects of the planet. 

CANNOT BE EARTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Title: 
Name of planet- #SciFi
Must be under 1000 words for a short story, 
20 stanzas or less for a poem 

1st- Follow, three reviews of your choice & a shoutout- 20 likes 
2nd- Follow, one review of your choice, one of my choice, shoutout - 10 likes
3rd- Follow, one review of my choice shoutout - 5 likes
Honorable Mention- follow, shoutout. -...

Notre Dame

“Everything is burning, nothing will remain from the frame”        
We have no one yet to blame,                                                    
A six million dollar renovation                                                      
Caused an uproar throughout the nation.                                   
The reactions were quick                                                            
As the cathedral tore down brick by brick                                    
One of the most...

FREE COOKIES !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Contest) (DUE THE 29TH!)

Jk Jk,     but CONTEST!!!!  
 #SciFi    
Write a short scifi story/poem about a different planet.
Think about what earth has, is your planet as well developed as that? Here are some things to think about: 

Planet's name
Species, physical traits, name
what does the planet look like? 
Religion? 
language?
Who were the planets' first explorers? 
Are there different cultures? 
Geography? 
Transportation?
And any more important aspects of the planet. 

CANNOT BE EARTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Title: 
Name of planet- #SciFi
Must be under 1000 words for a short story, 
20 stanzas or less for a poem 

1st- Follow, three reviews of your choice & a shoutout- 20 likes 
2nd- Follow, one review of your choice, one of my choice, shoutout - 10 likes
3rd- Follow, one review of my choice shoutout - 5 likes
Honorable Mention- follow, shoutout. - 5 likes 

Honorable Mention: Well developed world - dimensions, real seeming


DUE BY: 4/12/19 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Run And Escape - An Apocalypse Story

Run and escape. 
    The bright sun sifted through green leaves and left sweat and heat on my forehead. My black hair swished across my shoulder blades as I ran. Harsh breaths escaped my mouth in pants, I'm almost there, almost there. I was nowhere. Lost in my head, lost in this world. There was nowhere safe that I could hide.
    I pushed branches back viciously behind me, not looking at the bones crunching under my feet. They destroyed everything. I felt feverish and shaky as I ran, wondering what would happen, thoughts coursed wildly through my mind like a crashing river, and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't push them away.
    You'll never escape. Everyone will die. You're friends are dead. You're family is gone. There will be nothing left. 
    What if I'm the only survivor? 

    I scowled at that last voice in my head and darted faster through...

Masquerade

Prologue
    Smoke curled off a small candle, the only source of light. The wind flicked the candle left and right, leaving shadow puppets on the wall. “Give me what I want Reyahs, and I will leave with no harm appointing your orphanage.”
    A young lean man with black hair and a strong build was looming over an elderly woman, the only brown in her hair was thin streaks, her wrinkles were over-pronounced and her eyes were wary with the wane of life. The old woman seemed to shake, quivering as if a cold air had blown in through the window. “I-I-I have no idea what you are talking about. Henya is our only girl at the orphanage, Mister Commander, sir.”
    The man swallowed harshly and leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest in impatience. His silver badge shown in the candlelight, shimmering with each flicker. This man was an army commander, any suspicious behavior he...

Dragon Feathers

I felt the hard ground against my back and pain ran through my spine, I opened my eyes to a handful of leaves on my face,
“Tamari!” I yelled clearing away the leaves. I sat up on my elbows as a soft purring noise arose from the tree branches above me.
I looked up, the bright yellow sun shining through the leaves, two lavender eyes appearing above a strong, low hanging, branch. Slowly, light blue scales began to materialize around the eyes forming the head of a dragon. As a small wave flowed down the dragons body, scales began to form its tail and legs.
It was laying on the low branch and its tail hung right over where I had been sleeping on a fallen log. I motioned with my finger for Tamari to come down and, with a droop of her eyes, she lowered herself off the branch and onto the ground, causing the tree to shake,
“What...

FREE COOKIES !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Contest) (DUE THE 29TH!)

Jk Jk,     but CONTEST!!!!  
 #SciFi   
Write a short scifi story/poem about a different planet.
Think about what earth has, is your planet as well developed as that? Here are some things to think about: 

Planet's name
Species, physical traits, name
what does the planet look like? 
Religion? 
language?
Who were the planets' first explorers? 
Are there different cultures? 
Geography? 
And any more important aspects of the planet. 

CANNOT BE EARTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Title: 
Name of planet- #SciFi
Must be under 1000 words for a short story, 
20 stanzas or less for a poem 

1st- Follow, three reviews of your choice & a shoutout
2nd- Follow, one review of your choice, one of my choice, shoutout
3rd- Follow, one review of my choice shoutout
Honorable Mention- follow, shoutout. 


DUE BY: 4/12/19 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FREE COOKIES !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Contest) (DUE THE 29TH!)

Jk Jk, but CONTEST!!!! 
 #SciFi 
Write a short scifi story/poem about a different planet.
Think about what earth has, is your planet as well developed as that? Here are some things to think about: 

Planet's name
Species, physical traits, name
what does the planet look like? 
Religion? 
language?
Who were the planets' first explorers? 
Are there different cultures? 
Geography? 
And any more important aspects of the planet. 

CANNOT BE EARTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Title: 
Name of planet- #SciFi
Must be under 1000 words for a short story, 
20 stanzas or less for a poem 

1st- Follow, three reviews of your choice & a shoutout
2nd- Follow, one review of your choice, one of my choice, shoutout
3rd- Follow, one review of my choice shoutout
Honorable Mention- follow, shoutout. 

FREE COOKIES !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Contest) (DUE THE 29TH!)

Jk Jk,     but CONTEST!!!!  
 #SciFi  
Write a short scifi story/poem about a different planet.
Think about what earth has, is your planet as well developed as that? Here are some things to think about: 

Planet's name
Species, physical traits, name
what does the planet look like? 
Religion? 
language?
Who were the planets' first explorers? 
Are there different cultures? 
Geography? 
And any more important aspects of the planet. 

CANNOT BE EARTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Title: 
Name of planet- #SciFi
Must be under 1000 words for a short story, 
20 stanzas or less for a poem 

1st- Follow, three reviews of your choice & a shoutout
2nd- Follow, one review of your choice, one of my choice, shoutout
3rd- Follow, one review of my choice shoutout
Honorable Mention- follow, shoutout. 


DUE BY: 4/12/19 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FREE COOKIES !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Contest) (DUE THE 29TH!)

Jk Jk,     but CONTEST!!!!  
 #SciFi 
Write a short scifi story/poem about a different planet.
Think about what earth has, is your planet as well developed as that? Here are some things to think about: 

Planet's name
Species, physical traits, name
what does the planet look like? 
Religion? 
language?
Who were the planets' first explorers? 
Are there different cultures? 
Geography? 
And any more important aspects of the planet. 

CANNOT BE EARTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Title: 
Name of planet- #SciFi
Must be under 1000 words for a short story, 
20 stanzas or less for a poem 

1st- Follow, three reviews of your choice & a shoutout
2nd- Follow, one review of your choice, one of my choice, shoutout
3rd- Follow, one review of my choice shoutout
Honorable Mention- follow, shoutout. 


DUE BY: 4/12/19 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FREE COOKIES !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Contest) (DUE THE 29TH!)

Jk Jk,     but CONTEST!!!! 
 #SciFi 
Write a short scifi story/poem about a different planet.
Think about what earth has, is your planet as well developed as that? Here are some things to think about: 

Planet's name
Species, physical traits, name
what does the planet look like? 
Religion? 
language?
Who were the planets' first explorers? 
Are there different cultures? 
Geography? 
And any more important aspects of the planet. 

CANNOT BE EARTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Title: 
Name of planet- #SciFi
Must be under 1000 words for a short story, 
20 stanzas or less for a poem 

1st- Follow, three reviews of your choice & a shoutout
2nd- Follow, one review of your choice, one of my choice, shoutout
3rd- Follow, one review of my choice shoutout
Honorable Mention- follow, shoutout. 


DUE BY: 4/12/19 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FREE COOKIES !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Contest) (DUE THE 29TH!)

Jk Jk,     but CONTEST!!!! 
 #SciFi 
Write a short scifi story/poem about a different planet.
Think about what earth has, is your planet as well developed as that? Here are some things to think about: 

Planet's name
Species, physical traits, name
what does the planet look like? 
Religion? 
language?
Who were the planets' first explorers? 
Are there different cultures? 
Geography? 
And any more important aspects of the planet. 

CANNOT BE EARTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Title: 
Name of planet- #SciFi
Must be under 1000 words for a short story, 
20 stanzas or less for a poem 

1st- Follow, three reviews of your choice & a shoutout
2nd- Follow, one review of your choice, one of my choice, shoutout
3rd- Follow, one review of my choice shoutout
Honorable Mention- follow, shoutout. 

Do You Like Llamas? (Throwback Tuesday)

Do you like llamas,?
sitting on the sunset
Do you like llamas?
sitting on the sunset, eating
Do you like llamas?
sitting on the sunset, eating cake with a spoon
Do you like llamas? 
sitting on the sunset, eating cake with a pink spoon
Do you like llamas?
Sitting on the sunset eating cake with a pink spoon with his friend
And his mom. 

-This is my friends song not mine, I do not own this amazing beauty.

 

Colors

“So, what is it like?” Iliza asked when they were  down in the prison. “Being monochromatic? Being...unable to see-”
    “Don’t you dare say anything else.” The sharp voice of Nieko said in front of her. His long black hair covered his eyes but Iliza knew they were silver. “Because you don’t know what you’re talking about.”
    “Well-” Iliza tried to talk back, knowing she was of greater power than this boy, but he cut her off again.
    “Describe the color green.” Nieko commanded. His covered eyes piercing Iliza, to her his gaze and question felt like a million daggers seeping into her hands, her chest, her back, her body. She shuddered. “Go on,” He said when Iliza didn’t reply.
    “Um, it’s dark-well that’s not true, sometimes it can be light but-”
    “What is dark, what is light?” He said, almost as if he had scripted this.
    “Well...wait, you see shades right?”
    Nieko just...

FREE COOKIES !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Contest) (DUE THE 29TH!)

Jk Jk,    but CONTEST!!!! 
 #SciFi 
Write a short scifi story/poem about a different planet.
Think about what earth has, is your planet as well developed as that? Here are some things to think about: 

Planet's name
Species, physical traits, name
what does the planet look like? 
Religion? 
language?
Who were the planets' first explorers? 
Are there different cultures? 
Geography? 
And any more important aspects of the planet. 

CANNOT BE EARTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Title: 
Name of planet- #SciFi
Must be under 1000 words for a short story, 
20 stanzas or less for a poem 

1st- Follow, three reviews of your choice & a shoutout
2nd- Follow, one review of your choice, one of my choice, shoutout
3rd- Follow, one review of my choice shoutout
Honorable Mention- follow, shoutout. 

FREE COOKIES !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Contest) (DUE THE 29TH!)

Jk Jk,   but CONTEST!!!! 
 #SciFi 
Write a short scifi story/poem about a different planet.
Think about what earth has, is your planet as well developed as that? Here are some things to think about: 

Planet's name
Species, physical traits, name
what does the planet look like? 
Religion? 
language?
Who were the planets' first explorers? 
Are there different cultures? 
Geography? 
And any more important aspects of the planet. 

CANNOT BE EARTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Title: 
Name of planet- #SciFi
Must be under 1000 words for a short story, 
20 stanzas or less for a poem 

1st- Follow, three reviews of your choice & a shoutout
2nd- Follow, one review of your choice, one of my choice, shoutout
3rd- Follow, one review of my choice shoutout
Honorable Mention- follow, shoutout. 

FREE COOKIES !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Contest) (DUE THE 29TH!)

Jk Jk,  but CONTEST!!!! 
 #SciFi 
Write a short scifi story/poem about a different planet.
Think about what earth has, is your planet as well developed as that? Here are some things to think about: 

Planet's name
Species, physical traits, name
what does the planet look like? 
Religion? 
language?
Who were the planets' first explorers? 
Are there different cultures? 
Geography? 
And any more important aspects of the planet. 

CANNOT BE EARTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Title: 
Name of planet- #SciFi
Must be under 1000 words for a short story, 
20 stanzas or less for a poem 

1st- Follow, three reviews of your choice & a shoutout
2nd- Follow, one review of your choice, one of my choice, shoutout
3rd- Follow, one review of my choice shoutout
Honorable Mention- follow, shoutout. 

Wear Red Instead on 4/2!

April 2nd is National Autism Day, and we have come together to spread awareness for this difference. 

Copy this title when you see it and help us spread the word for autism! Wear Red on 4/2!!! 
 

Wear Red Instead on 4/2!

April 2nd is National Autism Day, and we have come together to spread awareness for this difference. 

Copy this title when you see it and help us spread the word for autism! Wear Red on 4/2!!! 
 

Wear Red Instead on 4/2!

April 2nd is National Autism Day, and we have come together to spread awareness for this difference. 

Copy this title when you see it and help us spread the word for autism! Wear Red on 4/2!!! 
 

Wear Red Instead on 4/2!

April 2nd is National Autism Day, and we have come together to spread awareness for this difference. 

Copy this title when you see it and help us spread the word for autism! Wear Blue On 4/2!!! And Look for The Blue Sillhouette by Me!!!!

Edit: Wear red? 

Wear Red Instead on 4/2!

Autism is a real disorder, and many across the world suffer. April 2nd is National Autism Day, and we have come together to spread awareness for this difference. 

Copy this title when you see it and help us spread the word for autism! Wear Blue On 4/2!!! And Look for The Blue Sillhouette by Me!!!!

The Blue Sillohuette (STORY COMING IN APRIL - NATIONAL AUTISM AWARENESS MONTH)

I fiddle with it. The marble-sized blue puzzle piece my sister gave me years ago. It's attached itself onto the zipper of my backpack. A keychain is what they call it. There are times I think I'm just a keychain, just along for the ride, just watching life surround me in a blur. The blur is my tears if you haven't guessed. 
"Time for school Brayden!" I hear my mom say. I'm in fourth grade, not enough strength to knock someone over but just enough to fling my backpack over my back and watch my younger sister with annoyance. She's dancing around the kitchen counter imagining she's in a flower field, stripping daisies of their roots. There are times I wished I was in a lion pack, they wouldn't see me as an outcast as humans do. 
The way other people treat me hasn't really affected me, I like to do my own thing, away with only my Angel Lion's company, I...

Poppies on a Summer Day Preview

Run and escape. Those words flashed through my mind every second I sat in this stone box. It was tiring, sitting and waiting for some creature in white to open some door and poke me. My neck itched from where they attached a collar.
I scanned the interior of the room again. It was empty other than a bed and steel bars that separated me from the other half of the cell and a iron door . The walls were entirely mirrored, leaving me staring dully at my own reflection. How long had I been here? A week? I sighed.  



Poppies on a Summer Day is coming soon to Wattpad!!!!! The romance-sci fi story will be on the wattpad account: DemonWolfEyes

Publish Date: Undecided

Poppies on a Summer Day Preview

Run and escape. Those words flashed through my mind every second I sat in this stone box. It was tiring, sitting and waiting for some creature in white to open some door and poke me. My neck itched from where they attached a collar.
I scanned the interior of the room again. It was empty other than a bed and steel bars that separated me from the other half of the cell and a iron door . The walls were entirely mirrored, leaving me staring dully at my own reflection. How long had I been here? A week? I sighed.  



Poppies on a Summer Day is coming soon to Wattpad!!!!! The romance-sci fi story will be on the wattpad account: DemonWolfEyes

Publish Date: Undecided

Poppies on a Summer Day Preview

Run and escape. Those words flashed through my mind every second I sat in this stone box. It was tiring, sitting and waiting for some creature in white to open some door and poke me. My neck itched from where they attached a collar.
I scanned the interior of the room again. It was empty other than a bed and steel bars that separated me from the other half of the cell and a iron door . The walls were entirely mirrored, leaving me staring dully at my own reflection. How long had I been here? A week? I sighed.



Poppies on a Summer Day is coming soon to Wattpad!!!!! The romance-sci fi story will be on the wattpad account: DemonWolfEyes

Publish Date: Undecided

The Blue Sillohuette (STORY COMING IN APRIL - NATIONAL AUTISM AWARENESS MONTH)

I fiddle with it. The marble-sized blue puzzle piece my sister gave me years ago. It's attached itself onto the zipper of my backpack. A keychain is what they call it. There are times I think I'm just a keychain, just along for the ride, just watching life surround me in a blur. The blur is my tears if you haven't guessed. 
"Time for school Brayden!" I hear my mom say. I'm in fourth grade, not enough strength to knock someone over but just enough to fling my backpack over my back and watch my younger sister with annoyance. She's dancing around the kitchen counter imagining she's in a flower field, stripping daisies of their roots. There are times I wished I was in a lion pack, they wouldn't see me as an outcast as humans do. 
The way other people treat me hasn't really affected me, I like to do my own thing, away with only my Angel Lion's company, I...

The Blue Sillohuette (STORY COMING IN APRIL - NATIONAL AUTISM AWARENESS MONTH)

I fiddle with it. The marble-sized blue puzzle piece my sister gave me years ago. It's attached itself onto the zipper of my backpack. A keychain is what they call it. There are times I think I'm just a keychain, just along for the ride, just watching life surround me in a blur. The blur is my tears if you haven't guessed. 
"Time for school Brayden!" I hear my mom say. I'm in fourth grade, not enough strength to knock someone over but just enough to fling my backpack over my back and watch my younger sister with annoyance. She's dancing around the kitchen counter imagining she's in a flower field, stripping daisies of their roots. There are times I wished I was in a lion pack, they wouldn't see me as an outcast as humans do. 
The way other people treat me hasn't really affected me, I like to do my own thing, away with only my Angel Lion's company, I...

The Blue Sillohuette (STORY COMING IN APRIL - NATIONAL AUTISM AWARENESS MONTH)

I fiddle with it. The marble-sized blue puzzle piece my sister gave me years ago. It's attached itself onto the zipper of my backpack. A keychain is what they call it. There are times I think I'm just a keychain, just along for the ride, just watching life surround me in a blur. The blur is my tears if you haven't guessed. 
"Time for school Brayden!" I hear my mom say. I'm in fourth grade, not enough strength to knock someone over but just enough to fling my backpack over my back and watch my younger sister with annoyance. She's dancing around the kitchen counter imagining she's in a flower field, stripping daisies of their roots. There are times I wished I was in a lion pack, they wouldn't see me as an outcast as humans do. 
The way other people treat me hasn't really affected me, I like to do my own thing, away with only my Angel Lion's company, I...

When Dusk Ate Dawn

Flurries of snow sink down to the white crystalized blanket under my horse's hoofprints. The sludge is melting away from under us as we walk on. Our heads are dipped low and our vows are veiled. My eyes look up to meet him. The Prince. Blood colored hair resting upon a face chiseled from stone, his eyes burning coals, the Prince. 
In my ruby cloak, I shiver, trying to stay warm. The blinding sun seared my pupil and I squinted as the hours passed and it rode from east to west. Night settled over the horizon and we made camp. Refugees of war weren't able to stop much, but the rhythm of the horse's clip-clop amongst the everlasting grey drum of exile was excruciating, and we had to move on. 
Arriving upon our camp, the Prince got a message. Ripped parchment from the talons of a hawk read our fate. 
We were almost free, on the border between antagonizing pain and stunning happiness, when...

Slow

Slow. 
The small steps of the dancers on the beat of the rhythm are slow. The aerial view the king had was a silhouetted bouquet of waltzing gowns. The small whispers of the crowd was whisked out by the haunting music.
Slow.
Witnesses are hidden behind black masks that curl around their face and suffocate their longing. The masks drown their lust and replace it with wicked darkness.
Slow.
The Murder would be here any minute, and when they came, the King would be sure to treat the foreigners with utmost respect, for he feared what would happen if he didn’t show respect.
Slow.
Minutes bled into hours and the sense of tension was foggy in the atmosphere. Fear was thick, sludgy, and icy cold- snow. The bell chimed twelve-late. Midnight.
Slow.
And the door opened with such certainty, such a loud booming sound, as cloaked men consumed the crowd.
Slow.
The dancers stopped in horror to stare, and the...

Slow

Slow.
The small steps of the dancers on the beat of the rhythm are slow. The aerial view the king had was a silhouetted bouquet of waltzing gowns. The small whispers of the crowd was whisked out by the haunting music.
Slow.
Witnesses are hidden behind black masks that curl around their face and suffocate their longing. The masks drown their lust and replace it with wicked darkness.
Slow.
The Murder would be here any minute, and when they came, the King would be sure to treat the foreigners with utmost respect, for he feared what would happen if he didn’t show respect.
Slow.
Minutes bled into hours and the sense of tension was foggy in the atmosphere. Fear was thick, sludgy, and icy cold- snow. The bell chimed twelve-late. Midnight.
Slow.
And the door opened with such certainty, such a loud booming sound, as cloaked men consumed the crowd.
Slow.
The dancers stopped in horror to stare, and the...

A Rosy Room

A smell elapses my nose, quick, threatening, calming.
It is the smell of summer roses in the evening, budding pink and glossy
It is the smell of a blooming flower
A sight elapses my eyes, quick, threatening, calming.
It is the sight of summer roses in the evening, the sun dripping down over them
It is the smell of a blooming flower
A taste elapses my mouth, quick, threatening, calming
It is the taste of oily, liquid metal, as pinky red as the summer roses
It is the taste of a blooming flower
A touch elapses my hands, quick, threatening, calming.
It is the touch of summer roses in the evening, silver smooth and silky
It is the touch of a blooming flower.
It is the senses
Of the rosy room
And the senses
Of the blade in her skin

When Dusk Ate Dawn

Flurries of snow sink down to the white crystalized blanket under my horse's hoofprints. The sludge is melting away from under us as we walk on. Our heads are dipped low and our vows are veiled. My eyes look up to meet him. The Prince. Blood colored hair resting upon a face chiseled from stone, his eyes burning coals, the Prince. 
In my ruby cloak, I shiver, trying to stay warm. The blinding sun seared my pupil and I squinted as the hours passed and it rode from east to west. Night settled over the horizon and we made camp. Refugees of war weren't able to stop much, but the rhythm of the horse's clip-clop amongst the everlasting grey drum of exile was excruciating, and we had to move on. 
Arriving upon our camp, the Prince got a message. Ripped parchment from the talons of a hawk read our fate. 
We were almost free, on the border between antagonizing pain and stunning happiness, when...

When Dusk Ate Dawn

Flurries of snow sink down to the white crystalized blanket under my horse's hoofprints. The sludge is melting away from under us as we walk on. Our heads are dipped low and our vows are veiled. My eyes look up to meet him. The prince. Blood colored hair resting upon a face chiseled from stone, his eyes burning coals, the Prince. 
In my ruby cloak, I shiver, trying to stay warm. The blinding sun seared my pupil and I squinted as the hours passed and it rode from east to west. Night settled over the horizon and we made camp. Refugees of war weren't able to stop much, but the rhythm of the horse's clip-clop amongst the everlasting grey drum of exile was excruciating, and we had to move on. 
Arriving upon our camp, the Prince got a message. Ripped parchment from the talons of a hawk read our fate. 
We were almost free, on the border between antagonizing pain and stunning happiness, when...

When Dusk Ate Dawn

Flurries of snow sink down to the white crystalized blanket under my horse's hoofprints. The sludge is melting away from under us as we walk on. Our heads are dipped low and our vows are veiled. My eyes look up to meet him. The prince. Blood colored hair resting upon a face chiseled from stone, his eyes burning coals, the Prince. 
In my ruby cloak, I shiver, trying to stay warm. The blinding sun seared my pupil and I squinted as the hours passed and it rode from east to west. Night settled over the horizon and we made camp. Refugees of war weren't able to stop much, but the rhythm of the horse's clip-clop amongst the everlasting grey drum of exile was excruciating, and we had to move on. 
Arriving upon our camp, the Prince got a message. Ripped parchment from the talons of a hawk read our fate. 
We were almost free, on the border between antagonizing pain and stunning happiness, when...

Fighting Fire

This is a scene from a story ;)

A candle flickered, shifting uncontrollably in the wind. Amara smiled at it, thanking it for it’s light. From the other room, she could hear her mother arguing with her father. Her voice seemed scratchy, in vain, desperate. It was a stranger compared to the loving vibe her harp like voice gave off. Echoes danced in Amara’s mind of their conversation. One sudden sentence anchored her heart to the depths where her saddest memories floated.
      “I will never find happiness here with your beast like ‘charms’” she spat.
       “Then tell me. What will you do with our daughter.” Amara shook once, then turned to cold stone in fear. Her father sounded like he had been crying. Long, painful sobs racked his throat and his voice dripped with tears. Amara imagined his grimy, oily face wet with tears. The hard granite in his eyes quickly melting into a mass of milky liquid. She imagined...

#Story CONTEST RESULTS


So first of all I want to say thank you for entering (if you did) It really means a lot that people might be intrested in doing my contests!! But enough of that. 
I have good news, all three entries placed!
Yes that's right I only had three entries so no one was iliminated!! 
Honestly everyone who entered did an amazing job but now lets move into the places!
(it was super hard to judge, because everyone did amazing! :))

First Place: 
Blood Tastes Like Iron       Xavier Neslon
I really liked the suspence in this narrative, it's an intresting story and great description, I especially liked the last line 'It tasted like iron' It was really powerful and this piece just added so much suspence into my eyes. 
Follow, review, multiple shoutouts


Second Place: 
The Wonder Woman #Story       valentina 
This was such an emotional piece, the descriptions and way you pieced everything together. I...

A Story -COMPETITION

A story is something you tell, not only through words- but through your heart.
I'm doing my first contest- so excited! Guidelines down below:       
          




Poem/Nonfiction Short story



Has to be true to you!

Has to be important to you!

Has to have changed you in some way!

As personal as you want it to be. 

Word minimum: 50 words - 10 stanzas    
Word maximum: The freaking sky. 

Deadline: January 12- CHANGE IN RESULTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RESULTS WILL BE POSTED THE 13TH!! DEADLINE IS STILL THE TWELTH!! ;) 

First place- Follow, review, multiple shoutouts
Second place- Follow, review, one shoutout
Third place- Follow, review
All entries: Follow

Title:
Your title - #Story

Hope you enjoy and will do this competition! I will post my entre as an EXAMPLE so it's not biased :) happy writing!

Good luck to all!!




 

A Story -COMPETITION

A story is something you tell, not only through words- but through your heart.
I'm doing my first contest- so excited! Guidelines down below:       
      




Poem/Nonfiction Short story



Has to be true to you!

Has to be important to you!

Has to have changed you in some way!

As personal as you want it to be. 

Word minimum: 50 words - 10 stanzas    
Word maximum: The freaking sky. 

Deadline: January 12- CHANGE IN RESULTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RESULTS WILL BE POSTED THE 13TH!! DEADLINE IS STILL THE TWELTH!! ;) 

First place- Follow, review, multiple shoutouts
Second place- Follow, review, one shoutout
Third place- Follow, review
All entries: Follow

Title:
Your title - #Story

Hope you enjoy and will do this competition! I will post my entre as an EXAMPLE so it's not biased :) happy writing!

Good luck to all!!




 

A Story -COMPETITION

A story is something you tell, not only through words- but through your heart.
I'm doing my first contest- so excited! Guidelines down below:       
   




Poem/Nonfiction Short story



Has to be true to you!

Has to be important to you!

Has to have changed you in some way!

As personal as you want it to be. 

Word minimum: 50 words - 10 stanzas    
Word maximum: The freaking sky. 

Deadline: January 12- CHANGE IN RESULTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RESULTS WILL BE POSTED THE 13TH!! DEADLINE IS STILL THE TWELTH!! ;) 

First place- Follow, review, multiple shoutouts
Second place- Follow, review, one shoutout
Third place- Follow, review
All entries: Follow

Title:
Your title - #Story

Hope you enjoy and will do this competition! I will post my entre as an EXAMPLE so it's not biased :) happy writing!

Good luck to all!!




 

A Story -COMPETITION

A story is something you tell, not only through words- but through your heart.
I'm doing my first contest- so excited! Guidelines down below:       





Poem/Nonfiction Short story



Has to be true to you!

Has to be important to you!

Has to have changed you in some way!

As personal as you want it to be. 

Word minimum: 50 words - 10 stanzas    
Word maximum: The freaking sky. 

Deadline: January 12- CHANGE IN RESULTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RESULTS WILL BE POSTED THE 13TH!! DEADLINE IS STILL THE TWELTH!! ;) 

First place- Follow, review, multiple shoutouts
Second place- Follow, review, one shoutout
Third place- Follow, review
All entries: Follow

Title:
Your title - #Story

Hope you enjoy and will do this competition! I will post my entre as an EXAMPLE so it's not biased :) happy writing!

Good luck to all!!




 

A Story -COMPETITION

A story is something you tell, not only through words- but through your heart.
I'm doing my first contest- so excited! Guidelines down below:       





Poem/Nonfiction Short story



Has to be true to you!

Has to be important to you!

Has to have changed you in some way!

As personal as you want it to be. 

Word minimum: 50 words - 10 stanzas 
Word maximum: The freaking sky. 

Deadline: January 12- CHANGE IN RESULTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RESULTS WILL BE POSTED THE 13TH!! DEADLINE IS STILL THE TWELTH!! ;) 

First place- Follow, review, multiple shoutouts
Second place- Follow, review, one shoutout
Third place- Follow, review
All entries: Follow

Title:
Your title - #Story

Hope you enjoy and will do this competition! I will post my entre as an EXAMPLE so it's not biased :) happy writing!

Good luck to all!!




 

A Story -COMPETITION

A story is something you tell, not only through words- but through your heart.
I'm doing my first contest- so excited! Guidelines down below:       





Poem/Nonfiction Short story



Has to be true to you!

Has to be important to you!

Has to have changed you in some way!

As personal as you want it to be. 

Word minimum: 50 words - 10 stanzas 
Word maximum: The freaking sky. 

Deadline: January 12- CHANGE IN RESULTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RESULTS WILL BE POSTED THE 13TH!! DEADLINE IS STILL THE TWELTH!! ;) 

First place- Follow, review, multiple shoutouts
Second place- Follow, review, one shoutout
Third place- Follow, review

Title:
Your title - #Story

Hope you enjoy and will do this competition! I will post my entre as an EXAMPLE so it's not biased :) happy writing!

Good luck to all!!




 

A Story -COMPETITION

A story is something you tell, not only through words- but through your heart.
I'm doing my first contest- so excited! Guidelines down below:       





Poem/Nonfiction Short story



Has to be true to you!

Has to be important to you!

Has to have changed you in some way!

As personal as you want it to be. 

Word minimum: 50 words - 10 stanzas 
Word maximum: The freaking sky. 

Deadline: January 12- 

First place- Follow, review, multiple shoutouts
Second place- Follow, review, one shoutout
Third place- Follow, review

Title:
Your title - #Story

Hope you enjoy and will do this competition! I will post my entre as an EXAMPLE so it's not biased :) happy writing!




 

A Story -COMPETITION

A story is something you tell, not only through words- but through your heart.
I'm doing my first contest- so excited! Guidelines down below:      





Poem/Nonfiction Short story



Has to be true to you!

Has to be important to you!

Has to have changed you in some way!

As personal as you want it to be. 

Word minimum: 50 words - 10 stanzas 
Word maximum: The freaking sky. 

Deadline: January 12- 

First place- Follow, review, multiple shoutouts
Second place- Follow, review, one shoutout
Third place- Follow, review

Title:
Your title - #Story

Hope you enjoy and will do this competition! I will post my entre as an EXAMPLE so it's not biased :) happy writing!




 

Then the Sun Disappeared (COMPETITION NOTE AT THE END)

Then The Sun Disappeared
It was a light, a blinding light and it sent all the soldiers blind, all the soldiers on our enemy’s side. They groped around for a way to see as the sun dripped light over their bodies and washed out their shadows. Then the sun disappeared.
Then the Flames Evaporated
They say hope is a fire to keep us warm, it licks and kisses and reaches out to grab us. I never pull away, I know that hope is harmless, but in a time of need like this, it’s hard to come by, for years my firing hope burned strong, then in the time of war, it flickered. Then the flames evaporated
Then the Rain Poured Harder
In each second of this storm, I would be grateful, for we have still our home and our food and our family. I would be grateful and by heaven I am, I’m forever grateful for the opportunity to live...

A Story -COMPETITION

A story is something you tell, not only through words- but through your heart.
I'm doing my first contest- so excited! Guidelines down below:    





Poem/Nonfiction Short story



Has to be true to you!

Has to be important to you!

Has to have changed you in some way!

As personal as you want it to be. 

Word minimum: 50 words - 10 stanzas 
Word maximum: The freaking sky. 

Deadline: January 12- 

First place- Follow, review, multiple shoutouts
Second place- Follow, review, one shoutout
Third place- Follow, review

Title:
Your title - #Story

Hope you enjoy and will do this competition! I will post my entre as an EXAMPLE so it's not biased :) happy writing!




 

A Story -COMPETITION

A story is something you tell, not only through words- but through your heart.
I'm doing my first contest- so excited! Guidelines down below:   





Poem/Nonfiction Short story



Has to be true to you!

Has to be important to you!

Has to have changed you in some way!

As personal as you want it to be. 

Word minimum: 50 words - 10 stanzas 
Word maximum: The freaking sky. 

Deadline: January 12- 

First place- Follow, review, multiple shoutouts
Second place- Follow, review, one shoutout
Third place- Follow, review

Title:
Your title - #Story

Hope you enjoy and will do this competition! I will post my entre as an EXAMPLE so it's not biased :) happy writing!




 

A Rosy Room

A smell elapses my nose, quick, threatening, calming.
It is the smell of summer roses in the evening, budding pink and glossy
It is the smell of a blooming flower
A sight elapses my eyes, quick, threatening, calming.
It is the sight of summer roses in the evening, the sun dripping down over them
It is the smell of a blooming flower
A taste elapses my mouth, quick, threatening, calming
It is the taste of oily, liquid metal, as pinky red as the summer roses
It is the taste of a blooming flower
A touch elapses my hands, quick, threatening, calming.
It is the touch of summer roses in the evening, silver smooth and silky
It is the touch of a blooming flower.
It is the senses
Of the rosy room
And the senses
Of the blade in her skin

I Love You

‘I Love You’
What is the meaning of the word ‘Love’?
What does ‘I Love You’ really mean?
Does it mean ‘I Love You’ Because you did this:____
Or ‘I Love You’ Because you will do this:____
Does ‘Love’ mean ‘I care for you’?
Or does it mean ‘I will do anything for you’?
Is an example of ‘Love’ what your parents give you?
What about your friends?
Even though I’m  told ‘I Love You’ everyday,
I still feel this emptiness inside me.
It’s growing deeper everyday.
And the simple words of ‘I Love You’ won’t fix it.
The hole grows deeper, until it practically rips at the bottom of my heart.
What does this ‘I Love You’ really mean?
We treat it as a casual thing to say, but ‘Love’ Is such a small word.
I was told it means so much but how can a word that people say so often mean so much?
How many times a...

A Story -COMPETITION

A story is something you tell, not only through words- but through your heart.
I'm doing my first contest- so excited! Guidelines down below: 





Poem/Nonfiction Short story



Has to be true to you!

Has to be important to you!

Has to have changed you in some way!

As personal as you want it to be. 

Word minimum: 50 words - 10 stanzas 
Word maximum: The freaking sky. 

Deadline: January 12- 

First place- Follow, review, multiple shoutouts
Second place- Follow, review, one shoutout
Third place- Follow, review

Title:
Your title - #Story

Hope you enjoy and will do this competition! I will post my entre as an EXAMPLE so it's not biased :) happy writing!




 

A Story -COMPETITION

A story is something you tell, not only through words- but through your heart.
I'm doing my first contest- so excited! Guidelines down below:





Poem/Nonfiction Short story



Has to be true to you!

Has to be important to you!

Has to have changed you in some way!

As personal as you want it to be. 

Word minimum: 50 words - 10 stanzas 
Word maximum: The freaking sky. 

Deadline: January 12- 

First place- Follow, review, multiple shoutouts
Second place- Follow, review, one shoutout
Third place- Follow, review

Title:
Your title - #Story

Hope you enjoy and will do this competition! I will post my entre as an EXAMPLE so it's not biased :) happy writing!




 

The Final Battle

It's come, a crack of night in a sea of sun. I am sent into safety, but I know the light will not reach us from the den. I hum a silent prayer to our protectors, our soldiers, and all those who will die. There is no hope in this world anymore, this is the final battle, the final stand. 

The Crows

A gunshot tore my eyelids open and I searched around frantically in the pitch black. "Who's there?" I called out into the thick darkness. 
"The Crows." A voice said. 
Along with the darkness it seemed to rip, it also formed a pit in my stomach. I stood up shakily and searched again through the sea of black for a light. 
"Don't bother." The strange voice seemed to get closer. "We already demolished your electricity system." It was the voice of a male. "Now, your death will be peaceful if you don't resist." 
"This is disgusting!" I spat, scowling. "You're not supposed to come into my house! I have respects!"
"Ah, but Redhorn, everyone must die..." 

And Here I Lay

"Ivaris?"
The boy looked at me. His eyes were bloodshot and tiredness stretched across his face like a scar. He wasn't frowning, but it looked like he was about to cry. 
The white walls around us flowered over him, nurturing him almost, like a mother. He was sitting up in the hospital bed, slouching over. His skin was wrinkly and his eyes kept closing. The room around me seemed icy as the stench reminded me of all those times I walked into a hospital.
"Um, I want to thank you..." 
His black hair spilled down his face, his gaze shifted every so often like he was always trying to unfocus and refocus in on something again. The solemn stare his eyes gave me elapsed quickly. Our conversation drained and all sense of hope I had to talk to him, to make him feel better, had evaporated. 
"Without...without you I wouldn't have lived, the bullet was too fast for me to...

The Color Surrounding Us Prologue

"Where is it?" The captain of the guard roared as he searched frantically. The night was cold, and he had left the door to the house. The warm air evaporated and we were all shivering. "I know you're holding it somewhere in here," He jutted his chin out to me and I dug my foot into the ground. 
"And where would that be, Sir Regulus?" He scowled at my act of innocence. "Where would I be holding it?" He hesitated, the scowl still drawn across his face like an ugly scar and his eyes narrowed suspiciously. "I'd be quite curious if I had it somewhere in my house." The old hag was deaf. 
"No one else has it, it's gotta be here." This time it was his eyes that scowled. I shifted my weight, trying to act suspicious. The more I could waste his time with him digging around in my house, the more time Elliah and Isaac would have to succeed. 
"But...

The Color Surrounding Us

My head pounds like there's an erupting volcano from it. My eyes flutter open and I remember immediately where I am.
I am on the battlefield. 
I push myself up to my elbows and look around, breathing in the smoke and hacking it up soon after. I'm ashamed to say that smoke was not the only thing I coughed up. Blood splattered under me, and I sighed, weakened. 
I didn't want to scream, I wanted to show bravery, but I couldn't even stand. My brown hair ruffles in the wind and my bright green eyes become focused on a young girl
She's on my team, but I don't know her. 
Shes only about eleven years old and sent into war like we all were in our first year, but this is our first war against the Reeders, our first blurry war. 
We have no idea what's to happen, but I know the skies ahead will be stormy. 
Her face is covered...

a Sky of Light

They say every atom in your body was once a star
So when I go to you 
Maybe I'm not traveling far, 
Or in the opposite direction, 
Maybe I'm going home.
For you are a sky full of stars
And maybe I belong in outer space, 
In your loving arms of galaxies and planets
Together. 
Revolving around each other, 
In a sky of Light. 

Home - #Fire

"Yes. Burn it." I demand. I can't stand seeing this abandoned house anymore. 
I stare silently at the fire Brenigan set. 
My eyes drift upward toward the house I was born. 
The house I had grown in, and the house I would miss. 
Memories flood my head - silent water. Reed and I pressing our panted palms up against the wall, I was so small she had to lift me up, Mom wasn't happy about Reed's handprints on my dress, I thought it added decoration. In the crooked attic, the place I thought was 'haunted' we would stare up at the stars, knowing that when we felt alone, they were our company. Age eleven, I stared into the mirror in that held my eyes reflection even still. That was the year I decided I didn't want this anymore, the year I decided to leave for the military. 
I don't see how, I had so many happy memories. 
I remember the...

Prologue - Chambers

Fog gathered quickly that night, hiding the silver sliver, a speck of moonlight. The top of the Sanctuary was barely visible, the bells that chimed were haunting, for they were not seen, and invisibility makes everything more frightening.
An old woman, a bundle in her arms, was searching for food to feed her family. The woman's name was Bella la’Saint. Remember this detail, for this is important. Her searches were frantic, no one knew why- perhaps it was that her family would starve if she didn’t get her food in a matter of seconds. Or maybe it was the fact that she had to run away from something.
Whatever you choose to believe in is your style, I’m here to tell you not her, but that bundle in her arms.
Wrapped in parchment colored blanked yielded something you are not to expect.  Whatever was inside the blanket let out a soft cooing noise, to which Bella yelped. She looked...

This is Really Bad But I Feel Like Posting Something

What defines us?
What word is as spiritual, as bloodthirsty, as incredible as us?
Is it not a word but a list?
Or a paragraph?
What word is as unjust, as hopeful, as wondrous as us?
What defines us?
Is it the night sky, littered in billions of twinkling lights?
The forest grounds, the wind swaying and whispering in our ear?
Or is it the feeling we get…
That sudden burst of energy…
A supernova, an explosion…
We get when we see what means most to us.
Luster-like, not at all complementing our grimy appearance.
Through our own eyes.
Interlocking our soul.
Until all that’s left is a thin light.
And slowly,
It blinds.
Maybe...
It’s that light...
That defines us…
As Spirit Wolves.

Letter

Tear the seal right off that letter
And let's see exactly whats better
than going to grumpy old middle school
A boarding school of magic and mystery
ancient wizard, witchcraft history

Acceptance into a world of wonder
It mustn't be a blunder
I'll have a new power in my reach
And now excitedly 
I wait delightedly
And anticipate my arrival
of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry


 

The Crested Dagger Ch1

The Crested Dagger
1
Her guilt spilt on the palace floor. For twelve years she had committed the crime of counterfeiting as the princess. In reality, she was a very poor girl with a longing to be with her own family. She knew though, that her pretending to be a princess would help her family more than ever. But being accused of treason, would not.
Fourteen year old Grace Sky is a girl belonging to a very, poor family, for two years. Every day on her birthday, she must pretend it was not. Her family had taken and murdered the royal princess and replaced her with Grace, whose name was now Emerson. The king and queen had no idea their so called ‘daughter’ was Grace. Until the sky turned a violent shade of red-orange. It was sunset of her fifteenth birthday.
On Grace's fifteenth birthday, she had to prove her blood was pure royal. The king and queen did not...

A Sea of Thorns

Screaming wind whipped her hair around
A searing, painful, dreadful sound,
And she wept, a cry of mourn
The waves crashed and wind was torn-
Through dancing trees.
If music was playing,
The CD would have skipped 
She pressed her hands together and began praying
To survive this merciless night.

Dawn was far and moonlight dripped
Over the lake of the deep abyss
Shivers crawled up the maidens skin
And she closed her eyes for the Bridging to begin
Wolves would prance 
And crows would dance
Over the damp moonlight.
The sun would rise,
And take her life
It was known she would be beat.
She would have been pushed to the ground
A darkness spreading
And a sea of thorns at her feet. 

 

A Sea of Thorns

Screaming wind whipped her hair around
A searing, painful, dreadful sound,
And she wept, a cry of mourn
The waves crashed and wind was torn-
Through dancing trees.
If music was playing,
The CD would have skipped 
She pressed her hands together and began praying
To survive this merciless night.

Dawn was far and moonlight dripped
Over the lake of the deep abyss
Shivers crawled up the maidens skin
And she closed her eyes for the Bridging to begin
Wolves would prance 
And crows would dance
Over the damp moonlight.
The sun would rise,
And take her life
It was known she would be beat.
She would have been pushed to the ground
A darkness spreading
And a sea of thorns at her feet. 

 

A Sea of Thorns

Screaming wind whipped her hair around
A searing, painful, dreadful sound,
And she wept, a cry of mourn
The waves crashed and wind was torn-
Through dancing trees.
If music was playing,
The CD would have skipped 
She pressed her hands together and began praying
To survive this merciless night.

Dawn was far and moonlight dripped
Over the lake of the deep abyss
Shivers crawled up the maidens skin
And she closed her eyes for the Bridging to begin
Wolves would prance 
And crows would dance
Over the damp moonlight.
The sun would rise,
And take her life
It was known she would be beat.
She would have been pushed to the ground
A darkness spreading
And a sea of thorns at her feet. 

 

A Sea of Thorns

Screaming wind whipped her hair around
A searing, painful, dreadful sound,
And she wept, a cry of mourn
The waves crashed and wind was torn-
Through dancing trees.
If music was playing,
The CD would have skipped 
She pressed her hands together and began praying
To survive this merciless night.

Dawn was far and moonlight dripped
Over the lake of the deep abyss
Shivers crawled up the maidens skin
And she closed her eyes for the Bridging to begin
Wolves would prance 
And crows would dance
Over the damp moonlight.
The sun would rise,
And take her life
It was known she would be beat.
She would have been pushed to the ground
A darkness spreading
And a sea of thorns at her feet. 

 

Cracked

I stepped closer towards the castle, wearily, afraid of what might be lurking within the giant-sized doors. I breathed out the cold air that was around me and drank a new breath greedily. My General taught me to stand up straight, to act unafraid. 'To have a face carved from petrified wood' he had said before sending me on this suicide mission. Closer I still ventured, until I noticed something strange in the glass castle. 
It was cracked.
What is the deeper meaning behind this story, leave in the comments below what you think it means when a glass castle is cracked? 

Cracked

I stepped closer towards the castle, wearily, afraid of what might be lurking within the giant-sized doors. I breathed out the cold air that was around me and drank a new breath greedily. My General taught me to stand up straight, to act unafraid. 'To have a face carved from petrified wood' he had said before sending me on this suicide mission. Closer I still ventured, until I noticed something strange in the glass castle. 
It was cracked.
What is the deeper meaning behind this story, leave in the comments below what you think it means when a glass castle is cracked? 

Cracked

I stepped closer towards the castle, wearily, afraid of what might be lurking within the giant-sized doors. I breathed out the cold air that was around me and drank a new breath greedily. My General taught me to stand up straight, to act unafraid. 'To have a face carved from petrified wood' he had said before sending me on this suicide mission. Closer I still ventured, until I noticed something strange in the glass castle. 
It was cracked.
What is the deeper meaning behind this story, leave in the comments below what you think it means when a glass castle is cracked? 

ATLA Fanfiction-ISH

The wind hissed, thunder clapped over the forest and lightning cracked an illumination over the dull, dark sky.
I heard the soft padding of bare feet against wood floor, and turned around from my spot, perched on the window sill. “Eva,” I whispered. “What are you doing up?” Eva tucked her long bright red hair behind her ear, and her clover eyes looked up to my brown ones. She had always been so unique.
“I...can’t sleep.” I heard her whisper back, it sounded like soft tears dripped in her voice. Sadness rolled off her in waves and it ached to see her, barely four, and so sad.
“It’s okay, do you want to lay down with me?” I suggested with a smile. Eva’s lips twitched in an attempted smile, but sunk back down. She nodded, wiping tears away.
She climbed up in my arms and I held her there. Her skin was cool to the touch, and goosebumps pricked my...

Cracked

I stepped closer towards the castle, wearily, afraid of what might be lurking within the giant-sized doors. I breathed out the cold air that was around me and drank a new breath greedily. My General taught me to stand up straight, to act unafraid. 'To have a face carved from petrified wood' he had said before sending me on this suicide mission. Closer I still ventured, until I noticed something strange in the glass castle. 
It was cracked.
What is the deeper meaning behind this story, leave in the comments below what you think it means when a glass castle is cracked? 

Cracked

I stepped closer towards the castle, wearily, afraid of what might be lurking within the giant-sized doors. I breathed out the cold air that was around me and drank a new breath greedily. My General taught me to stand up straight, to act unafraid. 'To have a face carved from petrified wood' he had said before sending me on this suicide mission. Closer I still ventured, until I noticed something strange in the glass castle. 
It was cracked.
What is the deeper meaning behind this story, leave in the comments below what you think it means when a glass castle is cracked? 

Cracked

I stepped closer towards the castle, wearily, afraid of what might be lurking within the giant-sized doors. I breathed out the cold air that was around me and drank a new breath greedily. My General taught me to stand up straight, to act unafraid. 'To have a face carved from petrified wood' he had said before sending me on this suicide mission. Closer I still ventured, until I noticed something strange in the glass castle. 
It was cracked.

What is the deeper meaning behind this story, leave in the comments below what you think it means when a glass castle is cracked? 

Illistraited

Vitari is grey, his smoke hurling out of his mouth like waves.

Reis is purple, the vision of her in the lavender field is stained on her name

Jillian is blue, ocean at his feet

Me? What color am I? 

I am green- spending time in shifting trees. 

Red- risky for emergency

Yellow- bright and cheery

I am all. 


What can I be classified into?

What can I be called

If I'm multiple.

If I'm simply not one, but them all. 

There's not a word for us

Other than different,

Unique,

Freak.

But I know somewhere...

There is a person who would call us by our true name.

If we ever find out what that is. 

Waves - #Story EXAMPLE

There are only two things that are truly beautiful- the sunset, and fresh pie. 

Ten years ago, in the faraway land of Torch Lake Michigan, where the sun shimmers on the lake, creating illusions of lost loved ones through burning light, a tradition was held. 
Bubbling laughter was said to be heard over the lake, casting a glow like the setting sun, as we got ready for our first Poetry and Pie. 
Chairs were wrapped around a burning bonfire and the people sitting at them were laughing, smiling while looking at the sun over the waves and enjoying the presence of each other. 
It is at this exact place, in this exact time, that a tradition, a memory, sparked within the bonfire. 
My sister stood up and read an enchanting poem about miracles, and her words were followed by rewarding snaps, and the next person in the circle of readers. After everyone read, we looked over at the table which...

Waves - #Story EXAMPLE

There are only two things that are truly beautiful- the sunset, and fresh pie. 

Ten years ago, in the faraway land of Torch Lake Michigan, where the sun shimmers on the lake, creating illusions of lost loved ones through burning light, a tradition was held. 
Bubbling laughter was said to be heard over the lake, casting a glow like the setting sun, as we got ready for our first Poetry and Pie. 
Chairs were wrapped around a burning bonfire and the people sitting at them were laughing, smiling while looking at the sun over the waves and enjoying the presence of each other. 
It is at this exact place, in this exact time, that a tradition, a memory, sparked within the bonfire. 
My sister stood up and read an enchanting poem about miracles, and her words were followed by rewarding snaps, and the next person in the circle of readers. After everyone read, we looked over at the table which...

A Story -COMPETITION

A story is something you tell, not only through words- but through your heart.
I'm doing my first contest- so excited! Guidelines down below:





Poem/Nonfiction Short story



Has to be true to you!

Has to be important to you!

Has to have changed you in some way!

As personal as you want it to be. 

Word minimum: 50 words - 10 stanzas 
Word maximum: The freaking sky. 

Deadline: January 5- this should give you time to brainstorm and write an amazing, meaningful story. 

First place- Follow, review, multiple shoutouts
Second place- Follow, review, one shoutout
Third place- Follow, review

Title:
Your title - #Story

Hope you enjoy and will do this competition! I will post my entre as an EXAMPLE so it's not biased :) happy writing!




 

Do You Like Llamas? (Throwback Tuesday)

Do you like llamas,?
sitting on the sunset
Do you like llamas?
sitting on the sunset, eating
Do you like llamas?
sitting on the sunset, eating cake with a spoon
Do you like llamas? 
sitting on the sunset, eating cake with a pink spoon
Do you like llamas?
Sitting on the sunset eating cake with a pink spoon with his friend
And his mom. 

-This is my friends song not mine, I do not own this amazing beauty.

 

A Story -COMPETITION

A story is something you tell, not only through words- but through your heart.
I'm doing my first contest- so excited! Guidelines down below:





Poem/Nonfiction Short story



Has to be true to you!

Has to be important to you!

Has to have changed you in some way!

As personal as you want it to be. 

Word minimum: 50 words - 10 stanzas 
Word maximum: The freaking sky. 

Deadline: January 5- this should give you time to brainstorm and write an amazing, meaningful story. 

First place- Follow, review, multiple shoutouts
Second place- Follow, review, one shoutout
Third place- Follow, review

Title:
Your title - #Story

Hope you enjoy and will do this competition! I will post my entre as an EXAMPLE so it's not biased :) happy writing!




 

A Story -COMPETITION

A story is something you tell, not only through words- but through your heart.
I'm doing my first contest- so excited! Guidelines down below:


Poem/Nonfiction Short story

Has to be true to you!

Has to be important to you!

Has to have changed you in some way!

As personal as you want it to be. 

Word minimum: 50 words - 10 stanzas 
Word maximum: The freaking sky. 

Deadline: January 5- this should give you time to brainstorm and write an amazing, meaningful story. 

First place- Follow, review, multiple shoutouts
Second place- Follow, review, one shoutout
Third place- Follow, review

Title:
Your title - #Story

Hope you enjoy and will do this competition! I will post my entre as an EXAMPLE so it's not biased :) happy writing!




 

Waves - #Story EXAMPLE

There are only two things that are truly beautiful- the sunset, and pie. 

Ten years ago, in the faraway land of Torch Lake Michigan, where the sun shimmers on the lake, creating illusions of lost loved ones through burning light, a tradition was held. 
Bubbling laughter was said to be heard over the lake, casting a glow like the setting sun, as we got ready for our first Poetry and Pie. 
Chairs were wrapped around a burning bonfire and the people sitting at them were laughing, smiling while looking at the sun over the waves and enjoying the presence of each other. 
It is at this exact place, in this exact time, that a tradition, a memory, sparked within the bonfire. 
My sister stood up and read an enchanting poem about miracles, and her words were followed by rewarding snaps, and the next person in the circle of readers. After everyone read, we looked over at the table which held...

A Story -COMPETITION

A story is something you tell, not only through words- but through your heart.
I'm doing my first contest- so excited! Guidelines down below:


Poem/Nonfiction Short story

Has to be true to you!

Has to be important to you!

Has to have changed you in some way!

As personal as you want it to be. 

Word minimum: 50 words - 10 stanzas 

Deadline: January 5- this should give you time to brainstorm and write an amazing, meaningful story. 

First place- Follow, review, multiple shoutouts
Second place- Follow, review, one shoutout
Third place- Follow, review

Title:
Your title - #Story

Hope you enjoy and will do this competition! I will post my entre as an EXAMPLE so it's not biased :) happy writing!




 

Holocaust COMPLETE Chapter 1

River. There was a river. I remember it now.                                                                                                            10/12/1940

I was told to run away, run far out of my house, but I missed my family already. 

I'm scarred, a sword drew across my face, leaving splatters of dark, thick liquid, and a pounding in my chest. My scream roared through my throat and it ripped open my ears. I was able to find sanctuary in the back of my grandpa's farmhouse. 

The dim light in front of me, which was an opened door, suddenly closed with an echoing thud. My breaths were thick and labored, it was so dark I couldn't see my hand in front...

Holocaust Chapter 2 (COMPLETE)

"Sir," I heard a growl next to me, in the tunnels of the labyrinth I was hiding in. I froze. "The boy escaped, I could not find him. The light burned out." 

"Arshchgeige." The commander spat. I tried to control my breaths but it was too much. I was too scared. I was hiding right under their noses.

Aleksander's voice rings in my ears. "They won't look for prisoners in their own prison." I sniffed, he was captured.

A slideshow of our brother moments plays in my head and tears swell my eyes.

He is now with them.

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

Haunting thoughts seize my mind and for the billionth time that day I shivered in fear. I was here, where the Nazi's were. I was in their past footprints, I was drowning in their stench. I was breathing in their cold air. I was in the place they walked us Jews toward our doom. I was where muddy puddles were being...

Holocaust Chapter 2 (COMPLETE)

"Sir," I heard a growl next to me, in the tunnels of the labyrinth I was hiding in. I froze. "The boy escaped, I could not find him. The light burned out." 

"Arshchgeige." The commander spat. I tried to control my breaths but it was too much. I was too scared. I was hiding right under their noses.

Aleksander's voice rings in my ears. "They won't look for prisoners in their own prison." I sniffed, he was captured.

A slideshow of our brother moments plays in my head and tears swell my eyes.

He is now with them.

Cry

Mama says I can't cry. 
She scolds me when she beats me, she says crying is for the weak. 
Mama says I can't cry.
She doesn't love me. 
But she's trying to protect me. 
 

Cry

Mama says I can't cry. 
She scolds me when she beats me, she says crying is for the weak. 
Mama says I can't cry.
She doesn't love me. 

 

Holocaust COMPLETE Chapter 1

River. There was a river. I remember it now.                                                                                                            10/12/1940

I was told to run away, run far out of my house, but I missed my family already. 

I'm scarred, a sword drew across my face, leaving splatters of dark, thick liquid, and a pounding in my chest. My scream roared through my throat and it ripped open my ears. I was able to find sanctuary in the back of my grandpa's farmhouse. 

The dim light in front of me, which was an opened door, suddenly closed with an echoing thud. My breaths were thick and labored, it was so dark I couldn't see my hand in front...

Twist Q&A

Ready for this? 
I'm doing the Twist Q&A from RainAndSonder, link down below :)

1. What Hogwarts house do you think I am? 
2. What is your mental image of me? How do you think I look IRL? 
3. What's my aesthetic? 
4. What trope do I remind you of? Look up some tropes if you don't get this one or don't know any. 
5. What do you think my zodiac sign is?  
6. What's your favorite piece of mine? 
7. What do you like most about my writing? 
8. What fictional character do I remind you of? 
9. What song do I remind you of/resembles my personality? 
10. What meme am I? 
11. What book/movie do I remind you of? 
12. You know the rhyme about what girls are made of? What am I made of? 
13. What fandom am I probably in? 
 

Twist Q&A

Ready for this? 
I'm doing the Twist Q7A from RainAndSonder, link down below :)

1. What Hogwarts house do you think I am? 
2. What is your mental image of me? How do you think I look IRL? 
3. What's my aesthetic? 
4. What trope do I remind you of? Look up some tropes if you don't get this one or don't know any. 
5. What do you think my zodiac sign is?  
6. What's your favorite piece of mine? 
7. What do you like most about my writing? 
8. What fictional character do I remind you of? 
9. What song do I remind you of/resembles my personality? 
10. What meme am I? 
11. What book/movie do I remind you of? 
12. You know the rhyme about what girls are made of? What am I made of? 
13. What fandom am I probably in? 
 

Twist Q&A

Ready for this? 
I'm doing the Twist Q7A from RainAndSonder, link down below :)

1. What Hogwarts house do you think I am? 
2. What is your mental image of me? How do you think I look IRL? 
3. What's my aesthetic? 
4. What trope do I remind you of? Look up some tropes if you don't get this one or don't know any. 
5. What do you think my zodiac sign is?  
6. What's your favorite piece of mine? 
7. What do you like most about my writing? 
8. What fictional character do I remind you of? 
9. What song do I remind you of/resembles my personality? 
10. What meme am I? 
11. What book/movie do I remind you of? 
12. You know the rhyme about what girls are made of? What am I made of? 
13. What fandom am I probably in? 
 

Holocaust COMPLETE Chapter 1

River. There was a river. I remember it now.                                                                                                            10/12/1940

I was told to run away, run far out of my house, but I missed my family already. 

I'm scarred, a sword drew across my face, leaving splatters of dark, thick liquid, and a pounding in my chest. My scream roared through my throat and it ripped open my ears. I was able to find sanctuary in the back of my grandpa's farmhouse. 

The dim light in front of me, which was an opened door, suddenly closed with an echoing thud. My breaths were thick and labored, it was so dark I couldn't see my hand in front...

Holocaust COMPLETE Chapter 1

River. There was a river. I remember it now. 
                                                                                                                                                                                        1940
I was told to run away, run far out of my house, but I missed my family already. 

I'm scarred, a sword drew across my face, leaving splatters of dark, thick liquid, and a pounding in my chest. My scream roared through my throat and it ripped open my ears. I was able to find sanctuary in the back...

Holocaust COMPLETE Chapter 1

River. There was a river. I remember it now. 
                                                                                                                                                                                        1939
I was told to run away, run far out of my house, but I missed my family already. 

I'm scarred, a sword drew across my face, leaving splatters of dark, thick liquid, and a pounding in my chest. My scream roared through my throat and it ripped open my ears. I was able to find sanctuary in the back...

Drip (SCARY)

Dripping, a low, echoing dripping. Rhythmic to an eerie beat, I lay awake, staring at the full moon, an ethereal light. I hear crickets outside and tune in on their song- but the dripping was far too loud. It was coming from my bathroom and I thought my faucet was off, I got up to fix it, turned on the dim, flickering fluorescent light- and was frozen in horror. 

The sound of smearing gripped at my ears and I gritted my teeth, it was a howl almost, and as the sound crescendoed, I saw a pool of blood smear across the mirror. 

When the liquid faded, red words stuck to the mirror.
Drip into my heart- my love.
 

Drip (SCARY)

Dripping, a low, echoing dripping. Rhythmic to an eerie beat, I lay awake, staring at the full moon, an ethereal light. I hear crickets outside and tune in on their song- but the dripping was far too loud. It was coming from my bathroom and I thought my faucet was off, I got up to fix it, turned on the dim, flickering fluorescent light- and was frozen in horror. 

The sound of smearing gripped at my ears and I gritted my teeth, it was a howl almost, and as the sound crescendoed, I saw a pool of blood smear across the mirror. 

When the liquid faded, red words stuck to the mirror.
Drip onto my heart- my love.
 

Drip (SCARY)

Dripping, a low, echoing dripping. Rhythmic to an eerie beat, I lay awake, staring at the full moon, an ethereal light. I hear crickets outside and tune in on their song- but the dripping was far too loud. It was coming from my bathroom and I thought my faucet was off, I got up to fix it, turned on the dim, flickering fluorescent light- and was frozen in horror. 

The sound of smearing gripped at my ears and I gritted my teeth, it was a howl almost, and as the sound crescendoed, I saw a pool of blood smear across the mirror. 

When the liquid faded, red words stuck to the mirror.
Drip onto my heart- my love.

Voice Part 1

Ripples of shivers, a dark, cold feeling, and then darkness. 

I feel a hand placed on my shoulder and the impact made my lunch churn in my stomach. Lunch. I didn't have lunch. I've been trapped in this dark dystopia for days. "Come with me, Margot," I look up in the direction of the hand on my shoulder, but see nothing but the darkness and terrors that surround me. The voice and what I thought was a hand came out of thin air, and just like that, they evaporated. 

"Come with me and see the new sights." The voice was dripping down the back of my mind, I know that voice. I knew it from somewhere. "Come with me, Margot." it was poetic, almost like a song. The voice was low, aching, it rolled easily from whoever's tongue, but it stretched and strained my ears, the jaws of the indescribable. How am I supposed to word this low, deepening voice? This...

Shattered Part 1

Glass. The glass is all over the place, blood dribbles from my fingers and I tilt my head up to the roof. I cannot cry, I cannot cry in front of them. My mind has so many thoughts sprinting through it at this point, there isn't enough room for 'killing' in my eyes in the form of tears or blood on my conscious along with my fingers. But I can't cry in front of them. I can't scream. I can't move. Not in front of them. 

They are the reason we are here, they are the reason I am scared, they are the reason people are dying so rapidly, that's the reason I can't look through a kaleidoscope and see the wonders I used to see. 

They control everyone, they are the blood and bones of each individual, of each scream- they are the voice. Each  tear, rip, cry, they control. They devour all. 

Dappled Opalesence Part 1

Scarlet red, dappled orange, he only squeezed her hand tighter.
Harmonious silver and clear, their sweat was drained out by rain.
Iridescent yellow, the sun slipping behind blood red clouds
And all he saw was the monochrome scene.

Colors

“So, what is it like?” Iliza asked when they were down in the prison. “Being monochromatic? Being...unable to see-”
    “Don’t you dare say anything else.” The sharp voice of Nieko said in front of her. His long black hair covered his eyes but Iliza knew they were silver. “Because you don’t know what you’re talking about.”
    “Well-” Iliza tried to talk back, knowing she was of greater power than this boy, but he cut her off again.
    “Describe the color green.” Nieko commanded. His covered eyes piercing Iliza, to her his gaze and question felt like a million daggers seeping into her hands, her chest, her back, her body. She shuddered. “Go on,” He said when Iliza didn’t reply.
    “Um, it’s dark-well that’s not true, sometimes it can be light but-”
    “What is dark, what is light?” He said, almost as if he had scripted this.
    “Well...wait, you see shades right?”
    Nieko just...

Spectator

I watch the blood pool off his black cloak and watch his pained, labored breaths conclude. I watch the last of his beating heart rise from his chest. He is dead now. 

I finger the blood dipped knife and collect myself, the police will be here any minute. I hide the knife, and run off in the darkness of the night, remembering what I watched- what I did. 

Red Nose'd Sleigh Ride #Believe

My bubbling laugh sent crazy shivers down my spine- or maybe that was just the snow falling in flurries around me. Daniel had just stuck a carrot in our snowman- Bob's nose. I nearly fell on the ground laughing, well, actually I did. I spread my arms out wide and made a scrawny snow-angel. "Hey," I said from the ground. "Maybe Rudolf will see Bob tonight!" I exclaimed.

Daniel's eyes narrowed and he scowled as if he had just tasted a burnt Christmas cookie, bitter and singed. That reminded me I needed to make my own Christmas cookies for Santa, and feed the reindeer too! "Elliot. Listen up." I sat up. "Rudolf isn't real. It's just a figure of imagination. You're ten. It's time you knew the truth." 

I sighed at my brother's stupidity. "Prove it."

"How do you expect an old man to travel around the world and make billions of presents and stuff them into a sack and drag...

The Virus Chapter 2 (UPDATED - Not Complete)

I bolted awake when a sound of thunder, much like a whip, exploded outside my window.
Strange. I thought to myself. We never get thunderstorms anymore in the OutSrill...I tried to calm down but seconds later a flash of blinding white flipped over my eyes like a strange lens. After more than thirty minutes of trying to calm down, I decided to get up and take a walk. It was just rain after all, and I needed some way to get ahold of this new fear that ached me.
I grabbed my jacket and opened the door, stepping out to a massacre of rain.The sound was frightening, yet harmonious. I bit my lip to keep from screaming as a panic attack gripped my lungs and clawed at my heart. No. I scolded myself. It’s just a little rain, I can’t be scared of a little rain. I told myself as I walked straight into the Neer Forest.
There were...

Tick Tock - Scary

Once a girl named Reily was invited to her friend's house for a sleepover. When she arrived, her friend's parents told Reily that they would be sleeping in the guest room. The host girl was annoyed that they couldn't sleep in her own room but when the mother replied with: "Your aunt and uncle are coming, they're gonna sleep in your room because the bed is bigger." The girl sighed and dragged herself and Reily to the guest room. 

"This is our boring guest room," She'd pointed out. Reily didn't think it was boring, the room was painted sky blue and right in front of the bed was an old grandfather clock. 

The night passed quickly and soon the girls were asleep at ten. 

Reily woke when she heard a child's voice somewhere in the room. It sounded as if it was in the clock. 

Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Ten more minutes 'til twelve o'clock. 

She nudged her friend, not...

#tenwords (not)

Fresh out of an oven, smoke curls off her skin  THIS IS NOT MY ENTREEEEEE!!!!!!!

#tenwords (not)

Fresh out of an oven, smoke curls off her skin

#tenwords (not)

Hurling out of an oven, smoke curls off her skin

The Virus Chapter 2 (UPDATED - Not Complete)

I bolted awake when a sound of thunder, much like a whip, exploded outside my window.
Strange. I thought to myself. We never get thunderstorms anymore in the OutSrill...I tried to calm down but seconds later a flash of blinding white flipped over my eyes like a strange lens. After more than thirty minutes of trying to calm down, I decided to get up and take a walk. It was just rain after all, and I needed some way to get ahold of this new fear that ached me.
I grabbed my jacket and opened the door, stepping out to a massacre of rain.The sound was frightening, yet harmonious. I bit my lip to keep from screaming as a panic attack gripped my lungs and clawed at my heart. No. I scolded myself. It’s just a little rain, I can’t be scared of a little rain. I told myself as I walked straight into the Neer Forest.
There were...

The Virus - Chapter 1 (Complete)

Fifteen years later - After the Prologue
The rain crashed hard against our black coats and rolled off our dark umbrellas. Rain, it was the perfect stereotypical weather for a funeral.
I tried hard to hear the priest over the rain and over the thoughts that pressed me to the ground- “we remember Vanessa with not a hole in our heart, but a light in our soul, she was a great woman and needn’t see us mourn for her, no, she was too humble for that.” I scoffed at the lies he was telling. Mom wasn’t humble, she was selfless, there’s an antagonizing difference. “We needn’t mourn for long, as I said already, she would not have wanted it.” Needn’t? No one has used that word since the beginning of Zemira…
Zemira, we were lucky enough to have our funeral in Zemira rather than the cold hard Northern OutSrill where I live and work my butt off trying to pay...

Vivid ~ Part 2

It's the death of me to admit it, but I'm just a weak kid. A boy who was born with white milky, foggy eyes, but raised the sensation of an ear cut off. If people think they can mess with me though...
They are so wrong. 
Jespin smiles, I can 'hear' it in my mind, cracking his cheeks apart and strumming on his tongue.  stop it I think furiously. What makes him think he can throw me around like that? It just isn't fair. 
Nothing is. 

Vivid ~ Part 1

The ground shook below me, or maybe that was just my legs. Anger ripped through my throat in the form of a low growl. My sparkling grey eyes looked up with the tilt of my head. They were swelled with tears. I felt my hair push back as the rapid sensation of my back being thrown to a brick wall commenced. Then like lightning, it ceased. I couldn't see anything, but I knew what he looked like. 
Colors; Secrets. Shapes; Feelings.
I see emotion, I hear frustration- and I don't like it. 
It's coming off silhouettes of young men in crashing waves. When they walk I can hear the cement crunch. When they look at me I can see their eyes, bright, daring. But I can't see; I can't hear.
 

My December Writing Competition 2018

Green Christmas

I am from green Christmas
Risking a jump into an unheated pool at night
Feeling a hurricane of shivers attack me
Cascading down my spine
Spreading its icy feeling all over my body
Nearly stopping my heart from the shock of its freezing jaws
As I scramble out and splash back into the sizzling hot tub
Gaining the title- a new, proud member of the Polar Bear Club

I am from many failed attempts 
Stinging scratches
Bleeding cuts
Puncturing needles that make me wonder if decorating a cactus would be any less painful.
As my dad and I try to string,
Blinding blue lights
Around and around the blooming palm tree in our front yard
Who, like a grumpy old Scrooge, refuses to have any room...
for Christmas in his heart,
And decorations on his spiny trunk

I am from never-ending shopping trips,
Rushing out of the mall, 
In our littered-with-toys minivan
And splitting up to get as much shopping...

The Virus - Chapter 1 (NOT COMPLETE)

Fifteen years later
The rain crashed hard against our black coats and rolled off our dark umbrellas. Rain, it was the perfect stereotypical weather for a funeral.
I tried hard to hear the priest over the rain and over the thoughts that pressed me to the ground- “we remember Vanessa with not a hole in our heart, but a light in our soul, she was a great woman and needn’t see us mourn for her, no, she was too humble for that.” I scoffed at the lies he was telling. Mom wasn’t humble, she was selfless, there’s an antagonizing difference. “We needn’t mourn for long, as I said already, she would not have wanted it.” Needn’t? No one has used that word since the beginning of Zemira…
Zemira, we were lucky enough to have our funeral in Zemira rather than the cold hard Northern OutSrill where I live and work my butt off trying to pay off so my little...

Once the World Was...

Delibrate

Once the world was of blue skies and fluffy clouds
Birds called bluejays traced the sky. 
Once the world was endured in crowds
Populations growing. 
Now the world is grey and dusty
Smoke pouring out of crusty,
Old factories.
Earthquakes dig deep under
Making sounds of distant thunder
And I weep as I stare out to the skies of grey
And remember
What the world once was

The Virus - Prologue

“Mother, I’m scared,” Suri said through the glass that separated her from her family, that kept the Leven HYZ contained inside her.
    “Do not be,” There was a hint of sadness in her mother’s voice, a lance of fear hit her eyes, then faded, as if she was trying to keep her fear contained. Suri was only a girl of sixteen, it seemed unfortunate how she would be cursed with death. “Run away, run out of the wall of Zemira, do not let the TESTERZ see you…” TESTERZ. Testing the Essence, Soothing the Fears of Everyone in Residence of Zemira- they were scientists none wanted to meet. Though their government reputation was held to a positive quality, most knew they were thirsty to perform deadly experiments on people. “Run as far as you can, tell the guards you have the Virus, they’ll stay away from you. When you get to the northern OutSrill…” The OutSrill, the place outside of...