FantasyOtter12

United States

He/him
ISFJ-T
Scorpio
Love dystopian fiction!
Pianist
Bookworm
Abnegation
*Est. 7/6/20*
OtterFAMMM
Phlegmatic-Sanguine

WtW's Resident Ghost Writer

Trying to meet more of this new community - come say hello! :D

Message from Writer

~Joined with best friends jztpenguin and mindfruit!!

~WtW adopted by ze amazing Anne Blackwood ^-^

~Son of Poseidon (Apparently. I guess it fits cuz...sea otters. Hm)

~ "A writer's job is to make the unclear clear and the clear unclear"
-mindfruit 2020

~Your imagination is the one place where nothing ever lies to you. -me

~Hey, you should go find an otter. I hear they're adorable!

~Caramel iced milk with boba, lychee jelly, and less ice please
*-*

~Fav music genres -EDM-Lofi-Deep House-Ambient-Dubstep-

Published Work

Rhymes With “Spring”

The final days of spring

When it’s pollen the wind brings

And memories of time spent on that tire swing

From old childhood remembering

Sun fresh in the air, it stings 

Like the bird’s flapping wing

Almost as if the nostalgia knew this was an intangible thing

Unlike that cheap plastic ring

The end of this season makes you feel like a king (or queen but I’m rhyming here everyone)

 

Do You Ever Get That Feeling Too?

when you aren't quite sure what to write about
but you need to express feeling somewhere
any reaction you get from an audience
is better than the stifling silence 

like a bird that opens it's beak but no sound comes out
left to hang their head in shame
just to come back to the nest and find
no berries nor seeds are waiting

flowers bloom
but i do not

encouragement, the feeling uplifting,
flattened
like the moldy pumpkin
from last halloween

the red light still blinks in the back of my mind, though
wondering for eternity

jewels.

do you ever get that feeling too?

May Grab Bag

My Personality in a Quick Dessert

1 cup of sarcasm
1 cup of humor
1 cup of introversion
1 cup of extroversion
A bit of insecurities
Sprinkles of procrastination
Chocolate empathy
1 teaspoon of responsibility
1 tablespoon of time management


Get a pot. Or you can mix on the floor. Who really minds...
1. Mix together one cup of sarcasm and one cup of humor, and you get 2 cups of sarcastic humor. 
2. Throw in a teaspoon of responsibility and a tablespoon of time management.
3. Add one cup of cold water and one cup of hot water, because I'm an introverted-extrovert.
4. Lots of whipped cream on top with a side serving of insecurities.
5. Sprinkles of procrastination go on top, but it's fine if you accidentally put too much. Or the whole bottle.


Finally, a dash of chocolate sauce, and then serve chilled. Enjoy! 

Sleep is the Dawn of Chaos

every time i close my eyelids for the night,
chaos ensues.

raging dreams and
deciphering them is nearly impossible.

what shall i experience?
a fade of my fears,
the excellence not there,
nothing to grab onto, or weep on.

chaos, with it's dark fingers of jealousy, rising
from the ashes of daylight
emerging anew.

dreams, nightmares, what a fine line in between.

for each and every night, the dawn of chaos rises unforeseen.

Poetry and Spoken Word Competition: 2021

Pandemic Mirrors

The devastating effect of this pandemic has been reflected through a mirror.

This mirror broke spontaneously,
and you were left gazing at what could have been,
what you missed out on.

Everyone was shocked silent those first few weeks.

But then you start to piece the mirror back together,
with masks and hand-sanitizer, and you
pick up the repaired glass, and look back at yourself,
your ruffled hair and glasses askew.

Far from picture perfect.

As your own dark eyes stare back at you, 
for once the future begins to fog with uncertainty.

Your world spins upside down as you see,
the reflection looking back is the opposite of what you hoped it would be.

Jagged,
haggard,
grim.

Hurt.

The mirror then declares,
'there are people hurting much worse, there is pain you cannot fathom out there'.

This becomes ingrained
in your brain, the wise shattered glass showing you
what the darkness never revealed before. 

Helping your community is what...

Poetry and Spoken Word Competition: 2021

Pandemic Mirrors

The devastating affect of this pandemic has been reflected through a mirror.

This mirror broke spontaneously,
and you were left gazing at what could have been,
what you missed out on.

Everyone was shocked silent those first few weeks.

But then you start to piece the mirror back together,
with masks and hand-sanitizer, and you
pick up the repaired glass, and look back at yourself,
your ruffled hair and glasses askew.

Far from picture perfect.

As your own dark eyes stare back at you, 
for once the future begins to fog with uncertainty.

Your world spins upside down as you see,
the reflection looking back is the opposite of what you hoped it would be.

Jagged,
haggard,
grim.

Hurt.

The mirror then declares,
'there are people hurting much worse, there is pain you cannot fathom out there'.

This becomes ingrained
in your brain, the wise shattered glass showing you
what the darkness never revealed before. 

Helping your community is what...

Poetry and Spoken Word Competition: 2021

Pandemic Mirrors

The devastating affect of this pandemic has been reflected through a mirror.

At first, the glass broke spontaneously,
and you were left staring at what could have been,
what you missed out on.

Everyone was shocked silent those first few weeks.

But then you start to piece the mirror back together,
with masks and hand-sanitizer, and you
pick up the repaired glass, and look back at yourself.

It isn't perfect.

It's almost like staring into a pitch black abyss, 
you can never know what you cannot see.

Everything turns into a really altered reality
because your reflection is the opposite of what you hoped it would be.

Jagged,
haggard,
grim.

Hurt.

The mirror speaks the truth,
ingrains it in your brain, the glass showing you
what the darkness never revealed before

There are others are hurting much worse, pain you cannot fathom.

So the weeks fly by, months eventually pass,
there comes a day when you become certain
your reflection...

Rhymes with 'mindfruit'

Tis the birthday of mindfruit

In this piece it is him I salute.

In his shining armor suit,

he has always been my root.

The rhythm to the melody of my squeaking flute.

Because mindfruit settles all my disputes,

doing so much I can't even compute,

I gave him a newt for his birthday, along with a single boot. (kidding. kidding. maybe.)

When compared to a triangle, I'd say he's acute. (facepalms in rhyming)

And here I am, running out of rhymes, running out of time...toot

 

Ice Burns

Ice burns like fire, ripping holes from within. Solid form of water, unleashing pain like the cherry blossoms in spring but with a much darker red. Your soul turns cold, realize that you were never really bold. Just empty, and you sit there next to me like you are this vigilante, some hero who has come to save me. I burn anyways.

Rhymes With 'Barbecue'

On a hot day, I happened to cook some barbecue.

The sky was nice and blue,

And I really had nothing else to do.

I brew some stew,

Put on my shoe,

And picked some tomatoes that I grew.

I thought briefly about Winnie the Pooh. 

What would he do, on a day so beautiful where the wind gently blew?

I finally ate my meal, staring at the crows who flew.

The bright flashing colors of the day, dimming in their hue.

I sat out there for awhile, before I decided to bid the night adieu

With my back to the moon, I slept for another day to begin anew.



 

Friendship Tweet

Something I've Been Pondering...

For me, true friendship doesn't come when you know you can trust someone. It comes when that person knows they can trust you.

March Grab Bag

Acrostic Time with FantasyOtter12

An acrostic poem (in which each letter spells out a word or phrase) with your username (by BriRiley)

Flying birds into the night
All of the crows stop with the light
Never again shall they tweet
Their little sad songs, they were so sweet
A human looks down from below
Seeing all the glory he will never achieve
Yet somehow still believing that the end will glow

.............................................................

Others see
The misfortune of others
The
Early bird gets the worm but it
Receives the curse of the jealousy from others

.............................................................

1 little otter was there in the water
2 big sharks came wandering after
 

Rainbow Wings

Flitting / flying / hummingbird wings

Floating like clouds / surrounded with magic

Do you see the same, beautiful things I see?

Or is it only / omens of betrayal and trust broken / while you flee

Rainbow twirls / graceful and light / till the bitter end you shall fight / no glorious everlasting sweetness in sight

Amazing as can be / yet nobody beats the human inside of me / never...

Rushing water / torrents of tears / once the rivers dry up someone tells you not to fear

For what was there might someday not be / someone to take its place

It might take days / it might take years / but for me now,

What happens / as your heart beats / beats / stops.

Past~Present~Future

I can't let the regrets of yesterday ruin the gift of today.

The past refuses to stay just in the past, but I choose to face it in the future.

Whatever I do tomorrow, I shall decide not to do it alone.



~Only the ones closest to you have the power to break you the hardest.~

The Leaves Really Do Part In Autumn...

whispering secrets as they fall from the tree

what is it, really, the things they say about me?

withering souls, just chaos and fear

when will everything simply...disappear?

why float, when you could sink,

water drenches me but as think

wonders really do come

while you drift off listening to a steady thrum.

the leaves really do part in autumn,

they flee reality.

i wish i could escape like them...

-Thank you for your time-
~FantasyOtter12

Rhymes With 'Potato'

I was eating a potato

With a tomato

And some cookie dough.

While I was walking I stubbed my toe

And banged my elbow.

Sadly, it will hurt until tomorrow.

I just realized though,

This whole piece could've fit under the title "Rhymes With Scorpio'".



 

Headphones

...And you plug in your headphones
Artist's emotions flood your own
Realize. You aren't alone

Closed eyes while every beat
every thrum
pulses out each wave of your tears

Listen until
your ears hurt
until
your mind calms

Magic drowns out reality
and you can't help but believe that

somewhere out there
Someone hears you,
as you listen to them.

Pandemic Metaphor

Pandemic Mirrors

This whole past year has been reflected through a mirror.

At first, the glass broke spontaneously, and you were left staring at what could have been, stunned.

But then you start to piece the mirror back together,

with masks and hand-sanitizer.

Picking up the repaired glass, you start to see it isn't perfect.

It's like staring into an abyss, you don't like what you can't see.

Everything turns into a really altered reality because your reflection is the opposite of what you hoped it would be.

Jagged, haggard, and barely holding it together.

Hurt.

The mirror says:

"Look at you, you're better off than others. Stop staring at me, go do something, anything, to help your healing community!"

.............................................

And so the weeks fly by, months eventually pass,

there comes a day when you become certain your reflection has changed since the past.

Because the more broken, tired, and hurt you become,

the more a stunning, bright, and gleaming

a...

Rhyming Couplets Cuz **200**(Footnotes)

The cars are slick with morning dew
As you step forward and let the fog consume you...

When I walk I start to write
Couplets scribbled in the light

Support here really does feel
Like honey laced with butterfly zeal

Wind twirling around the sky
I don't want to ever, ever, say goodbye

I need a nap
So I sat on the couch and just collapsed

So many laughs, so many memories,
I hope they won't stop - y'all are my remedy

Poetry, stories, songs I can't get enough
Puff, huff, tuff, stuff (I legit had no idea here)

Sorrow to elation to sadness to frustration
Emotions are felt - acknowledged with consideration

Running out of ideas, running out of thoughts
I guess I'll just go to the footnotes and hope this piece isn't written for naught.

>Bows<
~Thank you for your time~
-FantasyOtter12
 

If Chess Pieces Were People

If chess pieces were people these 3 things would happen:

1. Bribery. Someone would eventually pay someone on the other side to sabotage the team.

2. Eventually, one lowly pawn would finally figure out they should point their spears UP, preventing knights from jumping over them...

3. Why are they fighting in the first place? Both sides have bishops, indicating that they are somewhat of the Catholic Religion, and really, how much land could they be fighting over? It's a kingdom of 16 people...

Crashing, burning, pounding.

Anguish gushes out of my chest like the waves pounding, demanding I let them out.

Sorrow tinges my thoughts, tears form behind my heavy eyelids.

It can't stop, won't stop, but I refuse to let it pass.

I don't know what to say, what to do, the backlash gets the best of me,

I walk away.

Memory Object

Otter Philosophy

So there is a blue book
Sitting by my desk

You should take a look
It really is quite nice

A rare fleck of life
Full of inspirations and strife

How I got it I don't remember
The story I can't quite recall

All I know is that
It's been with me through it all.


 

January Grab Bag

Hope

What’s your personal definition for the word hope? (by poems4all)

This might be an odd definition, but hope - 

Every morning feels like magic laced with something unfamiliar

Hope. Expectation, wanting something to happen.

Hope for another day, another chance

Another chance to mean something.

One more chance to do good

Let me use that chance.

 

Like Heat. Like Fire

Like heat. Like fire

A cacophony of chaos. As I perspire

Raging embers. Smoldering tire

I close my eyes. To the thrum of the lyre

 

Clouds

And as the year ends, mountains are laced by those swiftly changing clouds, the sky turns another shade lighter, and hope returns, for this fresh new start.

-Thank you for your time 2020-
~FantasyOtter12

 

Rhymes With 'Holiday'

I love the this time of year; cheerful holidays

This bleak year has looked ever so grey

It sounds cliché

But tomorrow will be better than yesterday.

You can go get some sorbet,

Shout hooray and put off that essay (Ahem. Unless its due like really really soon)

I'm wishing everyone the best today,

Now please excuse me while I go grab a soufflé



 

Drift

If you're going to drift

Don't do it like this

Every single time it feels like I fall into the abyss

Too little connections, not enough words

You feel broken, so I heal what's yours.

Mid-December Grab Bag

FantasyElephant12? (Part 2.5 muahaha)

Write a poem using only questions. (by TianEn)

Where did my parents go?

Who is FantasyElephant12?

What is the collective, and what do they do?

Where did you take me?

WHEN did you take me??

Why are elephants so big..
 

Everything Will Be Alright

broken lampshades with shrived tissues on the floor
stupid raindrops - i don't care anymore

i'm ready to go 
but you drop on the floor cuz the world's about to blow...

roses on fire my eyes burn too

pretty petals that float from the sky,
confetti saying "everything will be alright"

but then you pick them up 

and they turn to ashes in your hand.

-Thank you for your time-

~FantasyOtter12

Pandemic Memoir

Quarantine

Quarantine has taken control of me.

Rhymes With "Scorpio"

It is around November; the time of the zodiac sign Scorpio

Honestly, I got stuck after that line quite long ago

Brainstorming, I chased a rainbow

Ate an Oreo

And still couldn't come up with any rhymes except 'YOLO'

My brain is really like jello

Anyhow, I'm going to go eat a taco



 

I am / a candle

That is waiting for someone to light my fire

And someone else to put it out.

-Thank you for your time-

~FantasyOtter12

December Grab Bag

FantasyElephant12?? (Part Two hehe)

Write a short story that includes these five phrases/words: crochet, muffin, elephant, tragic, and “Don’t play dumb with me.” (by ambedo & sugar cookies (#holidayvibes)

Well. Here goes nothin...

    Julia was playing with her mother's crochet needles alone in her room, as someone else stepped inside.
"Yes?" Julia asked, looking up into a dark figure. She thought it looked like a fairy of sorts. Or a unicorn. Or both.
"Don't play dumb with me." The figure outstretched its hand, and her world stopped.

    Those were the last words ever spoken. On Earth, anyways.

    "What are those?!" Julia exclaimed. She was only 10 years old, but the dark figure with the shrouded look didn't seem to faze her. Nor the fact that she was 2,000,000 light years away from Earth and all of her family and friends were undoubtedly long gone. 

    "Those are called elephants, Julia. I'm named after them, you see. They went extinct...

Answers

Grayish-orange streaks
        
            Light up the aqua sky

    while a mere human stares

upward
            
            Looking

for answers

            And doubting

he'll ever find them.

~FantasyOtter12

Isn't It Ironic?

i. Isn't it ironic

    that when the sun shines on the moon
    
    it casts a shadow
    
    Upon the Earth...

ii. Isn't it ironic

    that we only appreciate something

    once it's ripped

    from our tender grasp...

iii. Isn't it ironic

    that the more I write to be heard

    Even more is left to be said

    And sometimes that can make you feel

    less seen...


    ~FantasyOtter12

Birdsong

A Hummingbird Hums

A hummingbird hums
as it zips through the air - so

graceful it is
with a buzz and a flair

How delicate - how rare;

Hummingbird dives with a zhwee
as you blankly stare

Transfixed - by the enchantment
of your new companion.

Birdie beckons, yes -
it dares you to advance

The figure eight with its wings 
whoosh

Sweeping wind
as the feeling tingles your skin.

You fly and feel peaceful 
Realize nothing can stop you

if you stay strong
within

 

Rhymes With 'Halloween'

It is soon to be be Halloween,

So I now tell a story about a boy named Eugene.

Eugene is sixteen

And he was trying to create a vaccine

Made from gasoline.

He experienced complications that were unforeseen

Accidentally blowing up everything to smithereens

Including that poor old wolverine.

As Eugene ran away from the scene

He decided to stay in quarantine.

FantasyElephant12? (Using A November Grab Bag Prompt Again)

You get a letter from someone who claims to be you from a different dimension. What does it say?

Dear FantasyOtter12,
    I was looking through the interdimensional versions of me, and I happened to come across you. How unfortunate. What is an otter, anyways? My name is FantasyElephant12, and I'm you. From dimension 190,678N. I don't know you, but I just wanted to say hi. Not sure if this message will get to you, but honestly? I don't care. You see, there's this thing where I'm from called writers block. I just decided to write a letter to a 'me' from a different dimension to help me get past writers block. But it hasn't really been helping much. Anyways, if you're reading this somewhere in the universe, just know that I have absolutely no idea what an otter is. Eugh it even sounds weird.
Toodles,
FantasyElephant12 
-From dimension 190,678N

An Abstract Line From Random Thoughts

doesn't it feel like...

the silver branding

of moonlight

glinting

on grey stars??

November Grab Bag

I Watch / Feelings

*Write a poem that includes the word "watch" three times*

Nervousness I see

A kid about my age / comes on and bows

The crowd boos / I've watched this before

The Romeo / will never get Juliet

I watch / as he sobs / and tears spill out of sorrowful eyes

And hate 

I've seen too much hate / to last an infinite number of lifetimes

Different people / new ideas / shut down

I look down at my watch.

I'm late for my meeting.

~FantasyOtter12

For dreaming

i despise that feeling / the one where i feel like i'm just another ordinary person / to you

what my naïve self thought was special / doesn't seem like anything now

as i head to my pondering place / i think about you / and kick myself / over and over

for dreaming.

because in reality / i was just another person

The Abnormal

The
    Insane
            From 
               Nightmares
                        Becomes
                                   Ordinary

That Sort of Person

Random Sort Of People

He's the kind of person that makes instructions, doesn't follow them.

She's the kind of person that hates when people argue, but loves politics.

He's the kind of person that can make you laugh anytime during the day, but makes you cry in your bed at night.

She's the kind of person that would do anything for you...except make toast.

Rhymes With 'October'

Ah, it is a fresh day in October

The temperature is getting a little lower

The holidays are getting closer.

Although, I couldn't find that four leaf clover,

And around here there's been a really weird odor.

I honestly can't keep my composure

Because if I go outside I risk COVID exposure

I think this season might be a bit mediocre.

 

Next Steps

Step.
    Step.
        Step.
            Step.


And all you think about is how not to f a l l

Why would you fantasize about running?

But I dream anyways.

It could be, it could happen, why not?

Because once you take those first steps

One day you will f l y.

~FantasyOtter12




 

People Power!

People Power Indeed...

Dear eligible voter,
    Why haven't you voted? You didn't want to wait through to long lines, but registering was too much work, and you didn't have too much of a political view anyways? Well, our right to vote and express our opinion is a system of government called democracy. Democracy is a glass plate, fragile, and only one wrong step away from broken. Vote because if that glass plate breaks, because there was nobody to care for it, we lose the ability to make a difference. The difference that could have solved a problem, leaving one less for the future generation. Oh wait, that's me!
Sincerely,
An ineligible voter.

Falling

I think I'm falling

Because I couldn't climb any longer

Once you made me slip

I couldn't hang on

It's your fault but I blame myself

And now I'm falling

For you.

~FantasyOtter12

F4DING AWAY

I can feel the gritty remnants of before fading away

Never thought I would like a new beginning

But it feels like release, and something fresh.

Cranberry scented soap in the wintertime over a crackling fire

Because I didn't like them, now I don't have to talk to them.

I had it made, but I wasn't happy

I had no idea what to think, and now I don't have to think at all

Letting go the before

Facing the present

Looking into the future

And the best part is

You understand.

~FantasyOtter12

 

Once Upon A Writer's Journey...

Our fictional story begins with a game of chess...

"Checkmate," said the kid. His dad frowned. He didn't like losing, but really, who did?
"Darn!" exclaimed the father. "You're getting good!" The kid smiled in appreciation and beamed with pride. As he sat down at the computer later that night, he began to think about the chess game earlier that day. Combined with the fantasy book he was reading, as the mind gears of imagination churned, what would really happen, "If Chess Pieces Were People"?

The end of the era of Middle School passed, and through the summer, what happens next? Well. It was poetry time, of course. He loves his poetry, he really does. The otter thinks about friendship. The otter sees the moon. The otter writes because he really wants people to please, "Don't Exit So Painfully".

But soon there was a new school, a new beginning. But the otter didn't want to lose his friends...

A Haiku Cuz Why Not

This storm is quite big

My umbrella is quite small

I then start to bawl

~FantasyOtter12

Cli-Fi

Crashing Through

    "Mommy!!" Yuri ran to the edge of the ice, her paws skittering across the thawing expanse. Her mother, Ursa, roared for her to get away from the edge, but since when did her daughter listen? Crack! The ice split even more. 
    "GO!" Ursa roared. But there was nowhere Yuri to go anyways. She scrambled back, her paws soon grasping for nothing as she fell in the icy cold water. Her mother swam for her, desperate to keep her alive at all costs, but there was no ice or land for miles. Nothing but water in sight. Even the two-legged ones had left at the first sight of ice melting catastrophically fast. 
    "The water is cold, mum," Yuri whimpered. 
    "I know, hon." Ursa's big brown eyes looked at her daughter in sadness. "Just keep swimming."

    So they swam. Miles and miles, over endless expanses of water. Ursa was old, though. 20 years had...

Don’t Exit So Painfully

as i meet new people new friends start to blossom

though i only seek the person who can keep my secrets within

therefore i grasp those moonlit strands of friendship oh so gently

so that when they are yanked away from my outstretched hand 

they don’t burn these calloused fingers

i can watch another person exit

and it won’t happen so painfully
 

Rhymes With 'Harpsichord'

There was that day where I was playing the harpsichord

I had my phone on record

And was hoping to win an award

The thing is, not even one person liked it; not even the landlord.

My instrument shook all the floorboards

And I started to get ignored.

So I cut the chord

Which I had adored

And from then on I played no more harpsichord
 

Rhymes With 'Ink'

One day I was writing with a pen and some ink

I was writing a novel- I had started to think

What if the main character hid behind the kitchen sink?

He then goes to an ice skating rink

Where everyone gets a fruity drink

Little do they know; there's poison from the zinc.

I think they'll be sleeping in a blink.

 

Blackout Poetry From A Book I'm Reading

(Finished product in footnote *I know, backwards lol*)

There would be no harvest. The spring rains woke the dormant tillers, and bright green shoots sprang from the moist earth and rose like sleepers stretching after a long nap. As spring gave way to summer, the bright green stalks darkened, became tan, turned golden brown. The days grew long and hot. Thick towers of swirling black clouds brought rain, and the brown stems glistened in the perpetual twilight that dwelled beneath the canopy. The wheat rose and the ripening heads bent in the prairie wind, a rippling curtain, an endless, undulating sea that stretched to the horizon. At harvesttime, there was no farmer to pluck a head from the stalk, rub the head between his callused hands, and blow the chaff from the grain. There was no reaper to chew the kernels or feel the delicate skin crack between his teeth. The farmer had died of the plague...

I Ask You To Trust My Feelings

And I don't know.
I'm not sure
If I want this again
I don't trust myself with my own feelings and my own
Beating heart
Inside this treacherous chest that beats and splits
With so many emotions that it spills
And overflows so I try to keep it in
So that the everyone doesn't see me
But the emotions are so strong
Yet I hold them in
And only my closest friends know
The power of those emotions
And it pushes most of them back
Until I'm only left with the best
The best that don't let
The wind of my own emotions
Push them away
The ones I can explain everything to
Where my feelings put into words
I don't trust my feelings
So I ask you to trust my feelings for me

 

Something To Write In A Birthday Card

Have a very happy birthday
It’s one that you deserve

Even in these crazy times
You always seem so relaxed

So many things you do that we love

From gardening to pool partying
That crazy late night to the “sleep tight”

May this next year bring you:

Joy - don't get annoyed 
Happiness with no bitterness

Relaxation - Take a vacation!
And finally all fun; maybe throw in a pun?

Have a happy happy birthday
From,
_____

“Just walk beside me / And be my friend”

First you took the lead / I didn’t know what to do except follow / The path we rode down felt so smooth / no bumps / in our relationship / no potholes / I was content / and I was whole.

You then walked behind / I didn’t know where to lead / you turned the corner around a veiled curtain / and I plainly had to proceed / it was with uncertainty / that I continued / down this new jostling cobblestone road

Finally you walked beside me / neither in front nor behind / but now I knew just where you stood / we were no longer entwined / because now, it seems / ‘only friends’ / satisfies you just fine.

~FantasyOtter12

Historical Fiction Competition 2020

Trampled Rose Draft Final

    "Don't go, Daddy. I want you to stay with me and Zhang Ling."
    Caihong Ling pouted indignantly. Twelve wasn't old enough to go to wherever dad was going, apparently.
    "Caihong, don't be like that," her father chided. "I'll be back tonight before you know it. I just have to help build a wall."
    "Do you promise you'll come back tonight?"
    "I promise."
    That promise was kept. Day after day, her father came back, covered in sweat and grime, with stories of the nomads that the wall would keep out. Caihong and her brother loved listening to his tales at dinner each night, over a big bowl of rice, duck, and tofu.
    "It's miles and miles long, and I think they call it the 'Great Wall of China'. They keep nomads out. We call them Mongolians. They're big, but even they won't be able to climb it," said her father proudly...

Historical Fiction Competition 2020

Trampled Rose Draft Final

    "Don't go, Daddy. I want you to stay with me and Zhang Ling."
    Caihong Ling pouted indignantly. Twelve wasn't old enough to go to wherever dad was going, apparently.
    "Caihong, don't be like that," her father chided. "I'll be back tonight before you know it."
    "Do you promise you'll come back tonight?"
    "I promise."
    That promise was kept. Day after day, her father came back, covered in sweat and grime, with stories of the nomads that the wall would keep out. Caihong and her brother loved listening to his tales at dinner each night, over a big bowl of rice, duck, and tofu.
    "It's miles and miles long, and I think they call it the 'Great Wall of China'. They keep nomads out. We call them Mongolians. They're big, but even they won't be able to climb it," said her father proudly one night. 
    "Are they the bad...

Historical Fiction Competition 2020

Trampled Rose Draft Final

    "Don't go, Daddy. I want you to stay with me and Zhang Ling."
    Caihóng Ling pouted indignantly. Twelve wasn't old enough to go to wherever dad was going, apparently.
    "Cai, don't be like that," her father chided. "Your name means rainbow for a reason. The sky will be cloudy and gloomy over there. I'll be back tonight."
    "Do you promise you'll come back tonight?"
    "I promise."
    That promise was kept. Day after day, her father came back, covered in sweat and grime, with stories of the nomads that the wall would keep out. Cai and her brother loved listening to his tales at dinner each night, over a big bowl of rice, duck, and tofu.
    "It's miles and miles long, and I think they call it the 'Great Wall of China'. They keep nomads out. We call them Mongolians. They're big, but even they won't be able to climb it,"...

Historical Fiction Competition 2020

Trampled Rose Draft Final

    "Don't go, daddy. I want you to stay with me and Zhang Ling."
    Mei Ling pouted indignantly. Twelve wasn't old enough to go to wherever dad was going, apparently.
    "Mei-Mei, don't be like that," her father, Wang Ling, chided. "I'll be back tonight, and you need to get the groceries from the supermarket tonight."
    "Mommy can do that tonight. Why can't I go with you?"
    "It isn't something you would like, Mei. Daddy was enlisted to build the wall, so only he has to go."
    "Promise you'll come back tonight?"
    "I promise."
    That promise was kept. Day after day after day, Mei Ling's father came back, covered in sweat and grime, with stories of the nomads that the wall would keep out. Mei and her brother loved listening to his tales at dinner each night, over a big bowl of rice, duck, and tofu.
    "We call...

Online Learning and Internal Conversations

Bold=One half of my brain        Italics=The other half of my brain

Act One Scene One

Shoot.
What did you do now??
The computer's at 4%. Use your eyes for once. Yeesh.
Go charge it then...
I left the charger in the kitchen.

Act One Scene Two

2%
There's still 5 minutes of class left though!!
Maybe the teacher will let us out early?
I know it's a new school but you should know better. She NEVER lets us out early.
Yea. So what do you suggest we do? 
Panick.
Ok.

Act Two Scene One

Stop laughing...c'mon its not THAT funny.
Omg-It's hilarious I cantttttttt
Stop stop STOP everyone's looking at us. Bite your tongue or something!
Ack ack ack its funny why can't I laughhh
You're going to get us into troub- (Gets in trouble) ....Happy now?

Act Two Scene Two

*Bursts out laughing after class*

Act Three Scene One

Can we try NOT to procrastinate for once..
We're...

Historical Fiction Competition 2020

Trampled Rose Draft Final

    "Don't go, daddy. I want you to stay with me and Zhang Ling."
    Mei Ling pouted indignantly. Twelve wasn't old enough to go to wherever dad was going, apparently.
    "Mei-Mei, don't be like that," her father, Wang Ling, chided. "I'll be back tonight, and you need to get the groceries from the supermarket tonight."
    "Mommy can do that tonight. Why can't I go with you?"
    "It isn't something you would like, Mei. Daddy was enlisted to build the wall, so only he has to go."
    "Promise you'll come back tonight?"
    "I promise."
    That promise was kept. Day after day after day, Mei Ling's father came back, covered in sweat and grime, with stories of the nomads whom this wall would keep at bay. Mei and her brother loved listening to his tales at dinner each night, over a big bowl of rice, duck, and tofu.
    "We...

Rhymes With 'Implode'

When you feel like you're about to implode

And your brain cells start to explode

Suddenly your computer wants to reload

You feel like turning everything into a toad

But you have to stay composed

So you just go read a book about someone named 'Frodo'

~Bows~
-Thank you for your time-
~FantasyOtter12
 

Rhymes With 'Cognate'

So my Spanish teacher said that history and historía were cognates

But I was asking my friend if he'd seen the movie 'Storm Rates'

I ended up missing the whole lesson talking about a car chase

While everyone else annotates

So at the end I just copied the answers off a classmate.

 

Historical Fiction Competition 2020

Trampled Rose Draft Final

    "Don't go, daddy. I want you to stay with me and Zhang Ling."
    Mei Ling pouted indignantly, some of her five year old personality showing through, even though she was twelve and barely considered a 'child' anymore.
    "Mei-Mei, don't be like that," her father, Wang Ling, chided. "I'll be back tonight, and you need to get the groceries from the supermarket tonight."
    "Mommy can do that tonight. Why can't I go with you?"
    "It isn't something you would like, Mei. Daddy was enlisted to build the wall, so only he has to go."
    "Promise you'll come back tonight?"
    "I promise."
    That promise was kept. Day after day after day, Mei Ling's father came back, covered in sweat and grime, with stories of the nomads whom this wall would keep at bay. Mei and her brother loved listening to his tales at dinner each night, over a big bowl...

Historical Fiction Competition 2020

Trampled Rose Draft Final

    "Don't go, daddy. I want you to stay with me and Zhang Ling."
    Mei Ling pouted indignantly, some of her five year old personality showing through, even though she was 12 and barely considered a 'child' anymore.
    "Mei-Mei, don't be like that," her father, Wang Ling, chided. "I'll be back tonight, and you need to take care of your brother with your mom."
    "Zhang can take care of himself. Why can't I go with you?"
    "It isn't something you would like, Mei. Daddy was enlisted to build the wall, so only he has to go."
    "Promise you'll come back tonight?"
    "I promise."
    That promise was kept. Day after day after day, Mei Ling's father came back, covered in sweat and grime, with stories of the nomads whom this wall would keep at bay. Mei and her brother loved climbing into bed with their dad and listen to his...

And Fate said-What happy ending?

He was happy, everything was going perfectly. Mutual love. That's great. But sometimes it just seems like fate is never on the side of happiness. Like they were two of the best players, and always got picked for opposite teams.

~It's not you, it's just me not rlly feeling ready for anything~ -Nobody

At least it wasn’t me, he thought. He was numb. Opposite of overwhelmed. But he felt both. Who does he talk to, who does he shy away from? He isn't really sure. He tries a friend.

~We're all going to die at some point. What matters is how we lived our life~ -Mindfruit

They talk. He thinks he can go on living, feeling numb, hurting inside but not outside. Why show it, right? Yea. The rest of the world can remain oblivious to broken things.

~Focus on what works.~ -A tennis coach somewhere

He goes to vibe to sad songs, cuz that’s just what he felt like...

Cascade

*I asked my English/Writing teacher for one of her favorite prompts and I got this--"They say that once you have seen something, you can never 'unsee' it. Write about something you have seen that will be with you always." So here it is!


Crisp, white water / so brilliant it looks like a pure lightbulb in the cloudy sky / everyone around you suddenly seems non-existent / like ghosts / wrapped around this surreal moment / you gaze into it's eyes / the water seems to wink right at you / as if it knows you are entranced / by the way liquid cascades over the rock.

You take a video / to keep this moment forever / but even thousands of pictures will never do it justice / the way the clouds hang over / it seems water is spilling out / a gift from who knows where 

You stand next to the edge / of the unknown cliff...

Support and Otter Puns

it wasn’t that long ago / that I was a solitary otter / i was bored in the summer / and so i decided to write

fantasy and sci-fi camp / amateur stories i wrote / from a guest speaker / rebecca podos / i learned quite a lot

soon the camp was over / it was time to say adios / i soon decided to join WtW / because i really liked all you folks

so many new people / so many great writers / how could i learn / from these eloquent poets / these aspiring novel writers / i just had to aim / that much higher

soon it was mid summer / i got into the flow / i met new friends / who’s writing just plain glowed /

i never thought i’d get here / not in my wildest dreams / i was just / an otter loving teen

What in the World is Happening?

Grey skies / that seem to have been here since the beginning of time / the fires / the disease / our new normal stings / i open the door / i take a one second look / the sky is now foggy / like the set in a movie / but this wasn't caused by fog machines / this was caused by fires / ones that burn houses / ones that stop deserving the term 'wildfire' and start becoming 'city fires' / even the horizon is pure grey / like the matted fur of a once silver wolf / i take another step outside and the smell of burnt things / it hits me right in the nose / i start to get dizzy / the sensation is weird / what in the world is happening??

Forgotten Blue Skies

I've forgotten what a blue sky looks like

The only way i remember that mystical color blue now

is by coloring

with my blue colored pencil.

My sky is grey

like on a super cloudy day

where the skies are threatening to rain.

But it isn't raining water now.

White ash

that falls from the sky

so much you can pick it up and throw it into the air

to have more fall back on you and make you cough

make you choke

until you feel trapped inside

by those treacherous grey skies

YOU, The Writer

Blank. Blank. Blank.


Ok. It's simple. Just put your fingers on the keys.

But that's not going to do much unless you have something to write ya know.

Oooooooooh PIZZA!

No. NO. Can't I stay focused for one second?

Nope. Pizza. Now.

Jeez. Fine. Pizza. 

Ok, great. Pizza was good. But what am I going to write? I'm blanking and I have no idea what to do.

Um. Ok. I'll take a walk.

~Comes back and sits at the computer~

Still nada. Just blank.

Blank. Blank. Blank.

 

A Torch

Weren't we like the sun and moon/you were the pepper to my salt/the yin to my yang/yet we aren't at that point/where you can just talk to me?

Do I make you feel overwhelmed/I thought I was quite simple/all I wished for was to draw my finger down your back/tuck that one stray strand of hair behind your ear/why don't you speak to me as often as you once did?

Relationships are rocky/to that I can agree/I love you so so much/I know that feeling is returned/there's just a different way of showing it/I feel quite pushed away

I'll give you my jacket/open countless doors for you/can I ask some attention in return?

I know it's normal to go first to your 'friends'/ but you're the only person in my world/and I'm standing right here/can't you come to me?

You must be quite busy/I am too/I can always make time for you, though/what stops you from doing the same?

I...

Friends are your anchor

Friends are your anchors

Grounding you

Because if you float up too high

You might get lost

It could be a good thing to get lost in the clouds

To have a safe haven forever

But if you float up too high

You...could get hit by an airplane

Thank you for your time

~FantasyOtter12

Writing Streak Challenge - Week 7

Challenge Completed | Writing Goals

Day 1 Goal 1: A goal I have for myself is to be able to find peace in writing, no matter how stressed out I am during the coming school year.

Day 2 Goal 2: I'm going to try handwriting some poetry in a journal regularly (cough cough lack of commitment)  and putting some of that on wtw for people to read :)

Day 3 Goal 3: One of my goals is to try and come up with inspiration for writing topics more often--like right now. I'm blank.

Day 4 Goal 4: My goal is to try to be more open to others reading my writing, joining more platforms like writetheworld :)

Day 5 Goal 5: My final goal of the week that I'm going to try to keep throughout the year is to not only write, but read writing. Reading other people's writing, short stories, novels, and even people here on writetheworld inspires me to become a better writer...

A Bird Feather

i saw a bird feather / and reached out to grab it / but it flitted out of my grasp / i tried again / it really was pretty / but the wind carried it away from my hands / i chased it high and low / but it flew; the feather really wasn't slow / higher and higher into the air it was carried / to see the wonders of the world from above

sometimes i wonder how much that feather saw / probably more of the world than i have / did it reach the ends of the earth / if i grabbed that feather / would it still have been in my room / and would it have missed out on all the sights it saw / from up above?

Writing Streak Week 7 Day 5

Day 5 Goal 5: My final goal of the week that I'm going to try to keep throughout the year is to not only write, but read writing. Reading other people's writing, short stories, novels, and even people here on writetheworld inspires me to become a better writer every day, and I feel like I could learn a lot from reading writing, and then taking techniques I see and incorporating them into my writing style.

Writing Streak Week 7 Day 4

Day 4 Goal 4: My goal is to try to be more open to others reading my writing, joining more platforms like writetheworld :)

Writing Streak Week 7 Day 3

Day 3 Goal 3: One of my goals is to try and come up with inspiration for writing topics more often--like right now. I'm blank.

Writing Streak Week 7 Day 2

Day 2 Goal 2: I'm going to try handwriting some poetry in a journal regularly (cough cough lack of commitment)  and putting some of that on wtw for people to read :)

Untitled Dreams

A notification in that black box was amazing a month ago

Every orange circle meant one more supportive act of kindness

Relatable things, funny stories, dramatic scenes

I started on here with untitled dreams

But really, I've learned to appreciate the smallest things

Like the effort people put in

Taking time out of their day

To read something that I wrote.

Commenting that it made them laugh

Because it's always a good feeling to know you made someone smile.

The 0.2 seconds

It took for them to press that like star

And 50 supportive people

Wanting to see what I came up with next

~FantasyOtter12

Writing Streak Week 7 Day 1

Day 1 Goal 1: A goal I have for myself is to be able to find peace in writing, no matter how stressed out I am during the coming school year.

Boba deserves a better rap writer..

Boba is sweet

boba is cool

honey boba puts on shades in the pool

with iced milk

or iced tea

if you haven't tried boba then you don't know meeeeee (sings out the e for an embarrassingly long time)

Boba makes my week

it truly is unique

it originates in Taiwan

you can get it on Amazon

Boba is worldwide

goes with any drink

when I turn around

you better not dump it in the sink (mic drop)

~FantasyOtter12

Thank you for your time.

~bows and exits~







 

Writing Streak Challenge - Week 6

Challenge Completed | Tweets of Self-Respect

DAY 1:

“There are other measures of self-respect for a man [or woman!],” Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote, “than the number of clean shirts he [or she] puts on every day.” This is true. BUT. Putting on clean shirts every day IS important for my self-respect...well, metaphorically anyway. I try my best to have a different, positive, outlook on every single day. Why would you wake up and put on a dirty shirt instead of a clean one? There has to be something good about every single day. In fact, unless you fall out of bed, nothing actually bad has happened to you since you woke up, so why think that it's going to be a bad day? 
    Putting on a clean shirt everyday makes my take on the day better, and when your attitude for the day is better, well, the day just goes better. That's how it goes. Readers, put on a clean shirt everyday. Look forward to something, whether...

Target Man

When I was about 5 or 6, I would fold papers in half and staple them, making a book. Then I would write in them. I forgot about most of these stories, but a couple of days ago I was cleaning out a bin full of older school work, and I found one of them. As you probably know from the title, the book was called Target Man. Thinking about that title now, and hearing Target Man, I instantly think of Target, like the store. Maybe he shopped for groceries there? Anyways. I read the story, and I decided to share an excerpt! In my 1st grader words, here it is. Verbatim. With all the spelling and grammatical errors. Brace yourself. :D

Target Man had many villains and abilites  but you'll learn more about him later. His real name was Rodregus parker. He got the name "Target Man" by likeing targets when he was 5. When he was in his...

Writing Streak Week 6 Day 1

    “There are other measures of self-respect for a man [or woman!],” Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote, “than the number of clean shirts he [or she] puts on every day.” This is true. BUT. Putting on clean shirts every day IS important for my self-respect...well, metaphorically anyway. I try my best to have a different, positive, outlook on every single day. Why would you wake up and put on a dirty shirt instead of a clean one? There has to be something good about every single day. In fact, unless you fall out of bed, nothing actually bad has happened to you since you woke up, so why think that it's going to be a bad day? 
    Putting on a clean shirt everyday makes my take on the day better, and when your attitude for the day is better, well, the day just goes better. That's how it goes. Readers, put on a clean shirt everyday. Look forward to something...

Writing Streak Week 6 Day 2

    Self-respect comes in many forms. For me, a big part is being a leader, not a follower. I need my peeps to lean on when the time comes, but I find extreme satisfaction and self respect when I do a good job leading, being a good person, and trying my best to help people in my community and around me. If I follow trends, usually I have a reason besides "It'll make me more popular". When I fail to do this, my self-respect drops, and I try my best to be my own person.

Writing Streak Week 6 Day 3

Self-respect. I try. I should probably respect my mind a little more. I try. Destress, sleep, chill, relax, have fun. It's hard sometimes when you have pressing matters on your mind. But try to relax. Respect your mind, and don't keep it working 24/7/365. I don't know what else to write. 

Writing Streak Week 6 Day 4

Why / do i care / what other people think about me / why does that affect my self-worth / my self-respect / how i view myself / why do the tiniest things / that sound judgemental / have such a big impact / on me / if nobody cares / will that be it? / my self respect / plummeting / to the ground / like a blue jay / with no wings.

Writing Streak Week 6 Day 5

    sweat hitting the hard concrete / the flow of a well written piece / piano keys / moving along beautifully at my will / the satisfying ending of that summer reading book / finishing writing that last period at the end of that novel / all of these happen / when I push myself to my limits / wham / ball connects squarely with my racket / I feel complete / working hard / to accomplish / to push all the way through / finish what I started / achievement coursing through my veins / my self respect originates here / knowing I executed what I do to the best of my ability

Flash Fiction Competition 2020

A Broken Summer Rhythm | FINAL

    Summer camp was the only place I could hear her melodic laugh. Fall arrived abruptly, so we parted, teary-eyed, promising to keep in touch. The amber and crimson leaves, detaching themselves from the tree they would never forget. Winter, we would thaw the frost with hot chocolate and marshmallows.
    Spring rolled around as we bloomed like golden daffodils, eagerly awaiting summer. Finally, every summer solstice, we would reunite, joy pushing away the heat in the air. We lived our lives in tune to this rhythm, but one summer I never saw her. The music ceased, leaving me dancing alone.

 

Flash Fiction Competition 2020

A Broken Summer Rhythm | FINAL

    Summer camp was the only place I could hear her melodic laugh. Fall arrived abruptly, so we parted, teary-eyed, promising to keep in touch. The amber and crimson leaves, detaching themselves from the tree they would never forget. Winter, we would thaw the frost with hot chocolate and marshmallows.
    Spring rolled around as we bloomed like golden daffodils, eagerly awaiting summer. Finally, every summer solstice, we would reunite, joy pushing away the heat in the air. We lived our lives in tune to this rhythm, but one summer I never saw her. The music ceased, leaving me dancing alone.

 

Flash Fiction Competition 2020

A Broken Summer Rhythm | FINAL

    Summer camp was the only place I could hear her melodic laugh. Fall arrived abruptly, so we parted, teary-eyed, promising to keep in touch. The amber and crimson leaves, detaching themselves from the tree they would never forget. Winter, we would thaw the frost with hot chocolate and marshmallows.
    Spring rolled around as we bloomed like golden daffodils, eagerly awaiting summer. Finally, every summer solstice, we would reunite, joy pushing away the heat in the air. We lived our lives in tune to this rhythm, but one summer I never saw her. The music ceased, leaving me dancing alone.

 

The Contract

i should have read the contract first

i was always the thorough child

usually impeccable, nothing escaped my eye

i was just too excited

a new beginning

a new start

away from all the nuances of life

we were 65

my love we deserved to retire

but this terrible job i took you see

40 years ago

i was a young brave child

but i should've read the contract first.

Writing Streak Challenge - Week 2

Sunflower

Sunflower 

A dark, yet somehow light color

Yellow, like a sunflower that soaked up all the sun in the world, leaving the rest of the universe in darkness

Soft, yet determined, to be that bright light shining on everyone else, to make their day, to help them shine more little by little.


 

Writing Streak Week 5 Day 1

A tree
is a porcupine

spiny and uncomfortable at first
but then loving later

a carefree place to let go of all your worries
as long as the spines don't touch you

then all of your bad thoughts will come back
and the tree is no longer good

a tree is a porcupine
shy and delicate on the inside

you just have to get to know them
don't aggravate them

love them
trees can defend themselves

as can porcupines
just not in the way you might think
 

Flash Fiction Competition 2020

A Broken Summer Rhythm | FINAL

    Summer camp was the only time I could hear her melodic laugh. Fall arrived abruptly, so we parted, teary-eyed, promising to keep in touch. The darkened amber leaves, detaching themselves from the tree they would never forget. Winter, we would thaw the frost with hot chocolate and marshmallows.
    Spring rolled around as we bloomed like golden daffodils, eagerly awaiting summer. Finally, every summer solstice, we would reunite, joy expelling the heat in the air. We lived our lives in tune to this rhythm, but one summer I didn't hear from her. The music ceased, leaving me to dance alone.

 

Writing Streak Challenge - Week 4

Writing Streak Week 4 | House of Belonging

Day 1

  I belong at my desk. The desk in the corner, where possibilities are never limited. This is the center of the world. Messy organization, paper shredders and laptop, papers askew. This is where I belong. My desk is not only where I belong, but where I usually am. Writing, drawing, thinking. Nothing really matters here unless I make it matter. Who cares about that homework from last week? Other people might. It doesn't matter here. Pencils everywhere, so I can find one with ease. Is that wrong? Should I have them all in a container? No, it doesn't matter. This is where I belong.

Day 2

i belong / in this spot / its really very comfy / i see it every night / nobody belongs here as much as me / everyone besides me who comes here is a visitor / of that there is completely no doubt / i belong here because every single night...

Writing Streak Week 4 Day 5

I belong deep inside a novel

flipping through pages

endless amounts of professional writing

storylines

plots

emotional rollercoasters

I belong here

I can emphasize with the characters

forget real life

keep flipping

one page

after the next

When My Mind is Calm

why is falling asleep so hard / the starlit wisps we call unconsciousness are so hard to grap / slipping out of your grip by new, persisting thoughts / one otter, two otters / 5,001 otters / falling asleep hours later / my mind finally calm / as I catch the moonlit sphere / in the corner of my eye / as I drift off slowly / to sleep

a moment / of consciousness / right before / i awake / my mind at peace / before oh so many thoughts / start flooding / my mind / why can't my mind be at rest?

Flash Fiction Competition 2020

A Broken Summer Rhythm | FINAL

    I could only see her stunning brown eyes at summer camp each year. When fall came, we parted, teary-eyed, promising to keep in touch. The darkened amber leaves, detaching themselves from the tree they would never forget. Winter, we would expel the frost with hot chocolate and marshmallows over Face-Time.
    Spring rolled around, and we bloomed like brightened daffodils, longing for summer to arrive. And every summer solstice, we would reunite, joy expelling the heat in the air. We lived our lives in tune to this rhythm, but one summer I didn't hear from her, and the music ceased.

 

Days crawl so slowly / Weeks flash by

days go so slow / an hour feels like an eternity / bored to death / every minute you're changing tasks / sleeping early / waking early / nothing ever happens / you hate this quarantine and everything about it

weeks go so fast / one week passes / then another / and in a couple weeks the freedom is gone / bound by the restraints of homework / somehow supposed to socialize over zoom / you try to enjoy every day that goes by

but the days aren't enjoyable / every day it's the same thing / making it through / one day after the next

another week / another week / how come the days crawl by so slowly, yet the weeks go by so quickly?

Writing Streak Week 4 Day 4

    Where do I belong? I belong here, with all of you amazing writers with all sorts of different takes on the world we live in. This incredible website and this engaging and welcoming community have
inspired me to improve my writing stills and my view of our world as a whole. I belong here. Everyone does.
    I have felt welcomed since day one, and it feels so easy to belong in a place like this. Each day my writing gets better, and it truly is because of the website and the people. So ask me again where I feel I belong? The answer is here. On WritetheWorld.

Flash Fiction Competition 2020

A Broken Summer Rhythm | FINAL

    I could only see her stunning brown eyes in person at summer camp each year. When fall came, we parted, teary eyed, and promised to keep in touch. The amber and crimson leaves, detaching themselves from the tree they would never forget. Winter, we would expel the frost over FaceTime and hot chocolate with marshmallows.
    Spring rolled around, and we started blooming like hyacinths, longing for summer to arrive. And every summer solstice, we would reunite, joy expelling the heat in the air. We lived our lives in tune to this repeating rhythm, but one summer the music stopped playing.

 

Flash Fiction Competition 2020

A Broken Summer Rhythm | FINAL

    I could only see her stunning brown eyes in person at summer camp each year. When fall came, we parted, teary eyed, and promised to keep in touch. The amber and crimson leaves, detaching themselves from the tree they would never forget. Winter, we would expel the frost over FaceTime and hot chocolate with marshmallows.
    Spring rolled around, and we started blooming like hyacinths, longing for summer to arrive. And every summer solstice, we would reunite, joy expelling the heat in the air. We danced to this rhythm annually, until that one summer it cut off, unexplained, and jagged.

 

Writing Streak Week 4 Day 3

i belong / in the moment / not the past / not the future / but the present /why would someone ever want to be in the past or future? / if you change something there / you could change the present moment / and then you won't belong there anymore 

in the moment / is the best place to be / full of the here and now / nothing else to worry about / not what you are doing in the next year / or the next month / nor the next week / don't worry about tomorrow / because i belong / in the moment

Flash Fiction Competition 2020

A Broken Summer Rhythm | FINAL

    I could only see her at that summer camp each year. The other seasons we've been apart. Fall came, and we parted, teary eyed, and promised to keep in touch. The amber and crimson leaves, detaching themselves from the tree they would never forget. Winter, and we would expel the frost over FaceTime and hot chocolate with marshmallows.
    Spring rolled around, and we started blooming like hyacinths, longing for summer to arrive. And every summer solstice, we would reunite again, joy expelling the heat in the air. This cycle repeated every year. Until that one summer where it broke.

Flash Fiction Competition 2020

A Broken Summer Rhythm | FINAL

    I could only see her at that summer camp each year. The other seasons we've been apart. Fall came, and we parted, teary eyed, and promised to keep in touch. The amber and crimson leaves, detaching themselves from the tree they would never forget. Winter, and we would expel the frost over FaceTime and hot chocolate with marshmallows. Spring rolled around, and we started blooming like hyacinths, longing for summer to arrive.
    And every summer solstice, we would reunite again, joy expelling the heat in the air. This cycle repeated every year. Until that one summer where it broke.

Flash Fiction Competition 2020

A Broken Summer Rhythm | FINAL

    We could only be together at that summer camp. The other seasons we've shared apart since childhood. Fall came, and we parted, teary eyed, and promised to keep in touch. The amber and crimson leaves, detaching themselves from the tree they would never forget. Winter, and we would expel the frost over FaceTime and hot chocolate with marshmallows. Spring rolled around, and we started blooming like hyacinths, longing for summer to arrive.
    And every summer solstice, we would reunite again, joy expelling the heat in the air. This cycle repeated every year. Until that one summer where it broke.

Flash Fiction Competition 2020

A Broken Summer Rhythm | FINAL

    We could only be together in the summer. The other seasons we shared apart. Fall came, and we left, teary eyed, and promised to keep in touch. The amber and crimson leaves, detaching themselves from the tree they would never forget. Winter, and we would expel the frost with FaceTime and hot chocolate with marshmallows. Spring rolled around, and we started blooming like hyacinths, longing for summer to finally show its signs.
    And every summer solstice, we would reunite again, joy expelling the heat in the air. This cycle repeated every year. Until that one summer where it didn't.

Writing Streak Week 4 Day 2

i belong / in this spot / its really very comfy / i see it every night / nobody belongs here as much as me / everyone besides me who comes here is a visitor / of that there is completely no doubt / i belong here because every single night / my bed helps me face the next day

Flash Fiction Competition 2020

A Broken Summer Rhythm | FINAL

    We could only be together in the summer. The other seasons we shared apart. Fall came, and we left, teary eyed, and promised to keep in touch. The amber and crimson leaves, detaching themselves from the tree they would never forget. Winter, and we would expel the frost with FaceTime and hot chocolate with marshmallows. Spring rolled around, and we started blooming like hyacinths, longing for summer to finally show its signs.
    And every summer solstice, we would reunite again, joy expelling the heat in the air. This ordinary cycle repeated every year. Until that one summer it didn't.

Writing Streak Week 4 Day 1

    I belong at my desk. The desk in the corner, where possibilities are never limited. This is the center of the world. Messy organization, paper shredders and laptop, papers askew. This is where I belong. My desk is not only where I belong, but where I usually am. Writing, drawing, thinking. Nothing really matters here unless I make it matter. Who cares about that homework from last week? Other people might. It doesn't matter here. Pencils everywhere, so I can find one with ease. Is that wrong? Should I have them all in a container? No, it doesn't matter. This is where I belong.

Flash Fiction Competition 2020

A Broken Summer Rhythm | FINAL

    We could only be together in the summer. The other seasons we shared apart. Fall came, and we left, with many tears, and promises to keep in touch. The orange and red leaves, falling off the tree they would never forget. Winter, and we would FaceTime with a cup of hot chocolate and some tea. Spring rolled around, and we started blooming like hyacinths, eager for summer to finally show its signs. And every summer solstice, we would reunite again, joy expelling the heat in the air. This ordinary cycle repeated every year. Until that one summer, it didn't.

Flash Fiction Competition 2020

A Broken Summer Rhythm | FINAL

    We could only be together in the summer. The other seasons we shared apart. Fall came, and we left, with many tears, and promises to keep in touch. The orange and red leaves, falling off the tree they would never forget. Winter, and we would FaceTime with a cup of hot chocolate and some tea. Spring rolled around, and we started blooming like hyacinths, eager for summer to finally show its signs. And every summer solstice, we would reunite again, joy expelling the heat in the air. The ordinary cycle repeating every year. Until that one summer, it didn't.

781st Life

     780 lives later. He would not fail tonight. He ran over trees, dodging boulders and large embers. Faster, rapido! Not fast enough. "WHAM!" One of the mythical Asudi plunged its spiny two-pronged horn that was sharp enough to rip open the night sky deep into his back.     
     781... Luis waited for what seemed like eternity. The Reawakening never came. Luis started panicking. He was dead. Forever. Why had he been so dumb? Nobody forced him to go. If he came back, though, it would've brung wealth to his otherwise poor family. So he had gone. Now, it seemed he wasn't coming back. 

The First Day of August

ah, the first day of august / summer - super hot days that make you question whether snow is in fact real / coming out from the pool / dripping so cold, yet so hot / bare feet burning like you are standing on top of a pan on high heat / relaxing vibes / not netflix and chill, more pass out in the sun / reading like crazy just because you have a headache from your phone and don't feel like going outside / ah yes, today really is the first day of august

bored out of my mind / at least homework gave me a purpose / books going in and out through my brain / almost like a lecture; just fiction / sports / what sports / there's a pandemic people / workout? / its so HOT / i'm also still so lazy / ah yes, today really is the first day of august

back to school...

Writing Streak Challenge - Week 3

Challenge Completed | Unconventional

  • DAY ONE - "Rescue?
tragedy
upon

a burning
building

where

is the
salvation

when

does it
come

whom

are the saviors

of the people
who need it

the most
  • DAY 2 - "The Procrastinating Mind"
the mind of
procrastination

don't do anything
until

you must don't get 
ahead of the game

get behind it don't act
react these

are the mindsets
of a procrastinator
  • DAY 3 - "Your Love"
your love is unconditional                                                                               D
your presence makes me whole                                                           L

while everything is so D e L i C a T e                                 R
your love makes me STRONG                 ...

Writing Streak Week 3 Day 5

c l i n k
bowls and plates rush out of the cupboard

click
the stove turns on a mini fire ignited like the one zillionth ember of the sun


    r
        i
            p
oil cascades onto the pan, tears flowing freely around their dark burning prison

hisssss
inmates roll in - the heat sealing their last hopes of survival burning
evenly changing color

crack plunk s i z z l e
it looks unlike the form of a living being
but it too hits this dance floor

the yellow of its soul
suddenly turned inside out

w h o o s h
the ember dies
the pain stops
everyone discharged
but it's too late
already burned

into the air
onto a plate
the last stop
before everything is gone

THE END.

"BREAKFAST!"
The mother yells.



 

Writing Streak Week 3 Day 4

from the very first night i met you
i knew there was something wrong

those too shady eyes and
that piercing glare 

were red F L A G S from the start
we went on our first date

and just what i expected
expensive restaurant no conversation 

then i pay the bill

i should have stopped right there honestly 
but i thought your eyes had changed

from shady to loving
i thought i was wrong before

from there on out i believed you
and everything you said

but oh no no no
i was wrong again

use me up i sold my life
for a mere three weeks with you

never again i told myself
i have no more to give

but then someone else came
without those shady eyes and piercing glare

and so i tried
again

Writing Streak Week 3 Day 3

your love is unconditional                                                                               D
your presence makes me whole                                                           L

while everything is so D e L i C a T e                                 R
your love makes me STRONG                            O

from st ic k y situations to out of this W     adventures
your love makes me brave again - I perk up ^-^ now when I f
                                                                                               a

Right now everything is so uncertain                                                l
I don't know where I will                                                                         l. 
___l___a____n____d_____ 

I cherish you a lot
And I wanted you...

Writing Streak Week 3 Day 2

the mind of
procrastination

don't do anything
until

you must don't get 
ahead of the game

get behind it don't act
react these

are the mindsets
of a procrastinator

Sorry Gotta Go

Sorry gotta go.

The saddest words

You have spoken

Drifting from the mouth

Like a short compact dissertation

Everyone wants

To stay;

Some 

Have to go

It's just the way

It's how everything goes

~FantasyOtter12~

 

Writing Streak Week 3 Day 1

tragedy
upon

a burning
building

where

is the
salvation

when

does it
come

whom

are the saviors

of the people
who need it

the most

Inspiration

Inspiration

Is what causes me to write

An experience, a thought, a person

I write about things I have lived,

Things I want to share, things I can relate to.

What I see, what I feel, what I smell

Inspiration comes from my senses

And my interpretation

Of the world around me.

~FantasyOtter12~

Pretty Petals

    Why are you seen

As timid, shy, and weak?

I know

The storm inside of you

It is there waiting

And it is strong.

Independent, mature, determined

You could blossom into a cherry tree.

But instead

You choose to hide

Behind those pretty petals.

~FantasyOtter12~

 

Mad Libs

Rex.

    Rex is a 5 year old boy, who lives in Montana with his parents. Known for being shy and silent, he wants nothing more than to work a small low-paying job where he can be out of the way. He considered being a waiter, but social interaction scares him. He pretends to be introverted and average, when in fact, inside, Rex knows he really is a genius, extraordinarily bright and sharp-witted. Rex’s biggest fear is people taking advantage of him, bullying him and such. He could go so far, but in caring what other people think about him, he sets his life goals tremendously short. What Rex needs is inspiration from just somebody; but everyone just ignores him, leaving Rex to be the small withdrawn kid he imagines himself to be. 

Dust Jacket

Writer ID

PROMPT #1: WRITER ID
1. What is your favorite genre to write?  
- Dystopian Fiction
2. What draws you to the WtW community? 
- The ability to have a writing platform full of positive and amazing writers who can also review my pieces with encouragement and constructive criticism.
3. What do you find most challenging about writing?
- Coming up with an idea, and putting it into scenes from the characters point of view. I also don't like having word limits... too hard!
4. Most exhilarating?  
- Finishing a piece of work, and having people LIKE it!!
5. What is one goal that you have for yourself while here? 
- To have fun. I don't know if I am going to stay on this for awhile, or leave once school starts, but either way I want it to be a fun learning experience that makes me a better writer!

Shadow White

    Shadow white is a shade of white. It has the pure color of white, but you can see darkness around the edges, almost like a shadow. It is the color of thought, and uncertainty, because you never know if that pure white will turn black with too many shadows...

Letter Writing Competition 2020

Dear Best Friend...

Dear best friend,
       
    Is a letter too sappy? I wanted something that would stick with you, something you could keep to your heart in these times of distress. If it wasn't already obvious, the plain fact of it is just this. I. Miss. You. Covid-19 has pushed us apart, farther away than 6 feet. FaceTime, games, and zoom just can't make up for the happiness of being around you. I miss laughing every five seconds with you, looking through hilarious pictures of memories we shared in middle school, and whispering to each other not so subtly during class. And do you remember that time we had a field trip to Washington D.C.? We had lunch at a fried chicken restaurant, and wanted to sit with our group of friends. It just so happened that all the seats were taken, so we sat alone, laughing and talking so much, that by the time we had to go, our...

Letter Writing Competition 2020

Dear Best Friend...

Dear best friend,
       
    I am writing this letter from my desk. A LETTER! That alone should testify for how weird things are currently. It's kind of weird writing to you, when 90% of the time we talk face to face, and the other 10% through technology and texting. If it wasn't already obvious, the plain fact of it is just this. I. Miss. You. Covid-19 has pushed us apart, farther away than 6 feet. FaceTime, games, and zoom just can't make up for the happiness of being around you. I miss laughing every five seconds with you, looking through hilarious pictures of memories we shared in middle school, and whispering to each other not so subtly during class. And do you remember that time we had a field trip to Washington D.C.? We had lunch at a fried chicken restaurant, and wanted to sit with our group of friends. It just so happened that all the seats were...

Letter Writing Competition 2020

Dear Best Friend...

Dear best friend,
       
    I am writing this letter from my desk. A LETTER! That alone should testify for how bored I am currently. It's kind of weird writing to you, when 90% of the time we talk face to face. If only I could go out and have fun, it would feel less like I was confined at home. If it wasn't already obvious, the plain fact of it is just this. I. Miss. You. Covid-19 has pushed us apart, farther away than 6 feet. FaceTime, games, and zoom just can't make up for the happiness of being around you. I miss laughing every five seconds with you, looking through funny pictures of memories we shared in middle school, and whispering to each other not so subtly during class. Do you remember that time we had a field trip to Washington D.C.? We went to lunch at a fried chicken restaurant, and wanted to sit with our separate...

People as Nature

The Tide

The tide
Part of the ocean
But also completely independent
Weak, shy and retreating half the time
Creatures then drying out in the hot sun
Bold, brave, and rushing in fast the other half of the time
Those same creatures trying not to get dragged into the endless sea

The tide
Crashes over rocks
From time to time
Those rocks break the waves
And the waves retreat
To repeat the same cycle the next day.

The tide
Rising and falling
Is caused by forces
From the moon, sun, and Earth.
Sometimes
Outside forces I cannot do anything about
Control me too.

The tides
Guide
Sailors to safe places
Help
Fishermen predict where fish will be
Push
Floating animals and plants
To their final destination

The tides
Go everywhere and experience everything
And never die away

Letter Writing Competition 2020

Dear Best Friend...

Dear best friend,
       
    I am writing this letter from my desk. If only I could go out, it would feel less like I was confined at home. If it wasn't already obvious, the plain fact of it is just this. I. Miss. You. Covid-19 has pushed us apart, farther away than 6 feet. FaceTime, games, and zoom just can't make up for the happiness of being around you. I miss laughing every five seconds with you, looking through funny pictures of memories we shared in middle school, whispering to each other not so subtly during class, even during online classes, exchanging glances through a screen while doing a special handshake.
    
    Moving into this next chapter of our lives, one that is sure to be full of drama, chaos, and complexity, the one they call high school, I know I'm going to miss the simplicity of being with you. I would do just about ANYTHING to merely talk...

Sadness

What is sadness? 

Is there a difference

From the sadness of failing a test

To the sadness of losing a loved one?

Sadness comes

From bad things

But sadness is also the seed

From which other bad things sprout

Can sadness

Be a good thing?

Can sadness heal, restore, or cure?

Or can that only be done by it's bitter enemy

Happiness

Letter Writing Competition 2020

Dear Best Friend...

Dear best friend,
    I am writing this letter from my desk. If only I could go out, it would feel less like I was confined at home. If it wasn't already obvious, the plain fact of it is just this. I. Miss. You. Covid-19 has pushed us apart, farther away than 6 feet. FaceTime, games, and zoom just can't make up for the happiness of being around you. I miss laughing every five seconds with you, looking through funny pictures of memories we shared in middle school, whispering to each other not so subtly during class, even during online classes, exchanging glances through a screen while doing a special handshake.
    
    Moving into this next chapter of our lives, one that is sure to be full of drama, chaos, and complexity, the one they call high school, I know I'm going to miss the simplicity of being with you. I would do just about ANYTHING to merely talk...

Ocean Waves

I used to visit the ocean waves every day

We had a special connection

I used to talk to the ocean waves, but I would always go home before dark, as my parents said

And then wonder, later at night, if the ocean waves spoke to other people, while I lay on my bed.

But now during a pandemic

I’ve been thinking

About ocean waves.

Maybe too much for my own good.

I've always loved them,

But now all the beaches are closed,

And I haven’t seen the ocean waves for awhile.

What happens if I go to a different beach?

Will the waves stay the same?

Will the connection I have with the waves still remain, even though I can’t talk to the waves while the moon starts to wane?

Those are the questions

That I ask myself

While I think

About ocean waves.

~FantasyOtter12~

Ocean Waves

I used to visit the ocean waves every day

We had a special connection

I used to talk to the ocean waves, but I would always go home before dark, as my parents said

And then wonder, later at night, if the ocean waves spoke to other people, while I lay on my bed.

But now during a pandemic

I’ve been thinking

About ocean waves.

Maybe too much for my own good.

Ive always loved them,

But now all the beaches are closed,

And I haven’t seen the ocean waves for awhile.

What happens if I go to a different beach?

Will the waves stay the same?

Will the connection I have with the waves still remain, even though I can’t talk to the waves while the moon starts to wane?

Those are the questions

That I ask myself

While I think

About ocean waves.

~FantasyOtter12~

Letter Writing Competition 2020

Dear Best Friend...

Dear Best Friend,
    I am writing this letter from my seat at my desk. If only I could go out, it would feel less like I was confined at home. If it wasn't already obvious, the plain fact of it is just this. I. Miss. You. Covid-19 has pushed us apart, farther away than 6 feet. FaceTime and the technologies of today just can't make up for the happiness of being around you. I miss laughing every five seconds with you, looking through funny pictures of memories we shared in middle school. Moving into this next chapter of our lives, one that is sure to be full of drama, chaos, and complexity, the one they call high school, I know I'm going to miss the simplicity of being with you. I would do just about ANYTHING to merely talk to you over some boba without masks right now. I wish that were possible.
    
    My best friend, you...