x.Anonymous.x

United Kingdom

Tomboy/Non-binary
Atheist
Bi
Nice Slytherin
14 y.o.
"Dark but Anonymous"
Sagittarius squad.

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It is just a game of Chess Part 2

P.O.V. of character 2(Alastair/Alis)

^I don't know what I should do... Ask him to a coffee casually?
                                                  or Ask him to another game? 

                                                  either way, he could say no...^
"...And thank you Lo-Latinus," I say almost saying Love instead of his name. 

I take his queen, leaving my queen for his bishop

^I'm now sweating by my mistake^

I now await his bishop to my queen and if Latinus will catch on what I almost called him

P.O.V. of character 1(Latinus) 

^Alis is so... gor-good! he is good... looking! No just good at- his looks
Ugh! Alis is so gorgeous AND good at Chess. His eyes, green as the emerald jewel, and pale blonde hair, pale as white sand, I think I am in love with this guy.^


"Hmm... Alis, by any chance, do you want to grab some coffee sometime?" I said ignoring the fact of what he almost called me and trying not to be caught blushing too.
...

After watching all Harry Potter films

I decided to rewatch Harry Potter again. 

During the films, I thought "Narcissa Malfoy looks a lot like Cruella De Vil" right?
And so I did some digging on google.

 "is Narcissa Malfoy related to Cruella De Vil?" I typed with speed.
            Spelling most correctly.

People also ask... came up and so I went to see if it had any relevance.

Is Narcissa Malfoy Draco's mom? I accidentally clicked, but it turned out to be useful.

Narcissa Malfoy (née Black), (b. 1955) was an English pure-bloodwitch, the youngest daughter of Cygnus and Druella Black (née Rosier), younger sister of Bellatrix Lestrange and Andromeda Tonks, wife of Lucius Malfoymother of Draco Malfoy, and the grandmother of Scorpius Malfoy  (this is what the text said) 

I skimmed the paragraph and when I saw the parents of Narcissa Malfoy,
    I thought it just had to be a combination of the two names.

Then I saw Is Cruella related to...

A Valentine's Day special

Happy Valentine's Day readers!

I hope you either have a cuddly blanket or your s/o 's hoodie to snuggle with. 
I luckily do have a s/o however due to COVID(we live in different countries), we have to make other plans.

Don't have a s/o? :(
    I wrote this for the unfortunate ones without someone{but don't worry you will find someone soon!}

Roses are red,
Violets are actually purple.

This Valentine's Day says...
You will have someone soon! <3


Do have a s/o?
    Same. Congratulations !!! You can read this with them too.

Roses are red,
Violets are actually purple.

This Valentine's Day says...
You're a lucky one and share a smile. <3

And to everyone reading this right now...
Here is a virtual hug from me to you.

Song Writing Competition 2021

Heartbreak

I'm just gonna be honest.
                        I'm one who really should- 
            Be sorry.



'Cause I lend you my heart and you broke it in half like nothing big.



It was just a trick.
                        To get over your heartbreak-
            By breaking mine.



    Why did I love you?
        Why did I care?
  Why did I think you loved me back.



I can only cope with this heartbreak-
                    By being dead inside!



    I can't sleep.
            I can't eat.
I can't do anything anymore.



I can only cope with this heartbreak-
                    By being dead inside!



I want you to know: I love you.
And hope you can find h..happiness without me.




I'll be here if you need me...
                    Goodbye.

Memory Object

A memory trapped in one photograph

A photograph is near
            It is next to me as every time I miss her
                                        every time I miss you.

One last photograph of the person I lost
One last photograph of us together again
One last photograph of you and I.


We were so happy together
            We were unaware of what lies ahead
                          We were forgetful of our problems.

One last photograph of the person I lost 
One last photograph of us together again
One last photograph of you and I.


I watched you play football
            I almost cheered for the referee
                            I never got sports very much.

One last photograph of the person I lost
One last photograph of us together again
One last photograph of you and I.


You were a great player
            You never gave up
                            You tried to teach me some.



                                                                                The day you left me

It was just an ordinary day. I didn't think anything about it
Then... your mother and...

Numerous Narrators

It is just a game of Chess

P.O.V. of character 1.

I admit this guy called Alastair, but Alis for short, is pretty good.

I mean I have never played Chess, 
                    and was always the person who watched my father and uncle play. 

"Checkmate to Alis" I say, declaring the danger awaiting his move.
^^Dang! He moved out of check^^ I thought to myself

He smirked as if the guy could hear my thoughts.
            His smirk was... unmistakable and cunning
                                     yet playful and grateful

Then he moved his queen to mine and said "Checkmate to Latinus"
                        Latinus is my name.
                        He then released a gentle and kind smile to me as he said my name...

P.O.V. of character 2.

I am glad I know my game.

Latinus is a good player and all but I think he doesn't know much about Chess,
                    He's... too cute for Chess.

The way he says my name is adorable...
^^Not a chance Latinus!^...

Mid-January Grab Bag

Using a prompt by SunV, written by Me.

So, in this I am using the prompt in the footnotes.

sigh It's my hundredth birthday... Everyone came to visit me to wish me a happy birthday.
        They looked so happy with me.
                The party was incredible, everyone had fun and made some more good memories. 

Some of my old friends; that I haven't seen in a while, joined in the fun too.

tear of happiness I can't believe that I am now a century old, gilly-gosh. 
        I still remember my thirteenth birthday.
                 The first year as a teenager.
                            Little did I know I wouldn't live for my fifteenth.

tear of reality it's a shame that the graveyard wasn't big enough for the whole entire family.
        But after taking turns, I got to see everyone again.
                 I am glad they are happier than eighty-six years ago...
                        When I died.

 

Mid-January Grab Bag

Using a prompt by SunV, written by Me.

So, in this I am using the prompt in the footnotes.

sigh It's my 100th birthday... Everyone came to visit me to wish me a happy birthday.
        They looked so happy with me.
                The party was incredible, everyone had fun and made some more good memories. 

Some of my old friends; that I haven't seen in a while, joined in the fun too.

tear of happiness I can't believe that I am now a century old, gilly-gosh. 
        I still remember my 13th birthday.
                 The first year as a teenager.
                
tear of reality it's a shame that the graveyard wasn't big enough for the whole entire family.
        But after taking turns, I got to see everyone again.
                 I am glad they are happier than 86 years ago...
                        When I died.

 

The question to my ghost

Why am I here?
        I am a bad luck charm.

Why are they bullying me?
        I am their victim.

Why aren't you answering me?
        I am talking to myself, of course.


How to a overcome this?
       Write like it is the only thing that matters.

How are my friends just watching my pain?
        They aren't real friends.

How can my family forgot me?
        You are just a figure to them.


When will the pain end?
        I don't know when.

When can I leave?
        You can leave when it is ready.

When would they start to think?
        Most likely, it would be like as you never existed.

My little poem for my sister's boyfriend

I will try to put it blunt, but polite.

So, you asked her to marry you?
        She said yes!

So, you gave her a baby,
        Like she always wanted...
        
So, did you know what would come with a baby?
        The attention and focus... ALL OF IT GOES TO THEM.

She loves you right?
        Do you love her?
                Then why did you cheat on her?

Tryna bribe me?
        With food?
                I already caught on what you are doing...
                        And I tell you it won't work.

Tryna bribe my parents?
        With helping with stuff?
                They already caught on your plan...
                        Plan foiled once again.

Tryna bribe the dogs?
        With treats?
                It worked a little...
                        But now they hate you too.



Break my sister's heart once, shame on you. (check)
    Break my sister's heart...

Names for Nature

My place surrounded by Nature

Is it in my backyard? No, mine is way too small for anything.
is it near my school?  No, mine is way too nightmare-ish for that.

"WELL, WHERE IS IT THEN?" 

This place of Nature is... Mind.

Although my mind is dangerous, still it is also my comfort.
It is my space that only I have. No-one else.

My mind creates a place of nature with a Thailand-looking peace garden. Unfortunately, I cannot go to Thailand however I have seen many pictures of a family member there. 

I guess after seeing those photographs, my mind was able to create a space similar to it.

From everything I saw in the photos to my country's public gardens. I live in a country that has a beautiful countryside, when you get to visit it sometime.

I know it may seem stupid to write this, on the other hand I am just writing this for everyone to read and see as their own.
...

Is this really God's plan for me?

I am beginning to doubt myself as I become more and more in pain from my class hurting me daily.

I want it to stop then again, I know it will not just always there like the reoccurring nightmares in my head, that are mostly called memories.

I need to know God's, if he really exists, plan for me. All I do is wreck everything and make everyone around me sad and like me.

I remember things I shouldn't

I give up when I know I shouldn't.

I tried more than once, I have failed.

I have tried many things, again I have failed.
 

Madam Macy-Jane in 1676

So, her name is Macy-Jane.
    She goes by Madam Macy-Jane.

"Oh Madam Macy-Jane... where do you come from?" 
    "England" she answered with her English accent, *bang* *bang* with her hand pistol.

"Oh Madam Macy-Jane... what are you doing?"
    "Murder" she answered with her English accent, *bang* *bang* with her hand pistol.

"Oh Madam Macy-Jane... when will you stop?"
    "Never"  she answered with her English accent, *bang* *bang* with her hand pistol.

"Oh Madam Macy-Jane... how are you haven't you been caught?"
    "Law"  she answered with her English accent, *bang* *bang* with her hand pistol.

"Oh Madam Macy-Jane... who are you really?"
    "Dead"  she answered with her English accent, *bang* *bang* with her hand pistol.

"Oh Madam Macy-Jane... why haven't I died?
    "Love"  she answered with her English accent, yet no *bang* *bang* with her hand pistol.

Madam Macy-Jane fell for...

Revealed

My secret has been revealed.
Everything is revealed.
Your secrets have also been revealed.
The darkest ones has been revealed.
They revealed...
Our secrets.
The government has revealed it all to the world. 
What is next to be revealed?


 

Creative Nonfiction Competition 2020

Narrative of my bullies

At first, I thought they were my friends.
             I told them every secret.

However I was wrong.
             My trust has been broken.

They started to ignore me.
            Then isolate me out of their lives.


From friendship to enemies and bullies.

            They turned against me. Turned their backs. Turned their niceness into rudeness.

I have slowly started to become more and more sad and... emotionless

            I am losing myself and everyone around me.

We all have battles and we all will overcome them

Birdsong

My little songbird

My little songbird, 
    You sing me happy memories from me and my mum.

My little songbird,
    You tweet me the happiness I need.

My little songbird,
       Are you my mum incarnated?

My little songbird,
        How are you so happy?

My little sweetheart,
        I am glad I bring the happy memories back.

My little sweetheart, 
        I sing to you, your old lullaby.

My little sweetheart,
        Yes.. I am my sweetheart.

My little sweetheart,
           You are the sun to my morning.. And the moon to my night.



Why can't I see you anymore? Did I do something wrong? I miss you.. please come back?


This is for everyone who lose someone dear to them. 

Novel Writing Competition 2020

Welcome to my world

                                                Welcome to my world.
              
My world is different than yours. How? you ask. Well my world is how I see life. Just me. 
    In this world, there are people like you and me. However, there are differences from every day life. 

                    You may not know me and I not of know you. 
                        My eyes are the only ones that can see my world and you can see your own.
Nobody but you can see what your world. No one but you.

                                        If someone claims to be from "your world", they are lying. 

My aunt says she knows how it feels to be bullied, like me.
            I have been bullied for my whole life so far. No one but me can understand the pain I have been through.

                                                I have problems. Most unexplainable. Some can be explained.

I may look like your average tomboy. Although my soul may...

Lest we forget

To the service men and women, who fought bravely at the nation's side for our freedom.

To the people who lived.

And to the people who died.


To the service men and women, who fought bravely at the nation's side for our freedom.

To wear a poppy, to remember. 

And to wear a poppy, to say thanks. 


To the service men and women, who are fighting still for our freedom.

To give us freedom.


To the service men and women, who are fighting still for our freedom.

And to keep us free.


This is to remember those that will never be forgotten.

Novel Writing Competition 2020

Welcome to my world

                                                Welcome to my world.
              
My world is different than yours. How? you ask. Well my world is how I see life. Just me. 
    In this world, there are people like you and me. However, there are differences from every day life. 

                    You may not know me and I not of know you. 
                        My eyes are the only ones that can see my world and you can see your own.
Nobody but you can see what your world. No one but you.

                                        If someone claims to be from "your world", they are lying. 

My aunt says she knows how it feels to be bullied, like me.
            I have been bullied for my whole life so far. No one but me can understand the pain I have been through.

                                                I have problems. Most unexplainable. Some can be explained.

I may look like your average tomboy. Although my soul may...

November Grab Bag

My pack of prompts

Write about a possum, living in an attic.

The Possum in my Attic. Welcome home dear Possum.
Enjoy my first rollerblades, from the time when me and dad rollerbladed to the shop because we couldn't find shoes at the time. My last picture of mum before she disappeared from my life in the mist. Have fun with the ghosts lurking in the attic. Don't try and move fast or dad will come up and try and kill you. I have to go now bye possum in the attic. 


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

I found a letter on my bedroom floor with my name on it, without hesitation I did it. I opened the envelope and this is all that was inside, "Hey, it's other dimension Y/N! I write to you to warn you that someone will soon kill you, their name is-" Blood splatted on the...

You

You can't see the truth.

You are one of many people, who do not believe me and the truth.

Y
ou're blinded by the cold-hearted liars.

You ignore my repeated attempts to warn you of the dangers, that the liars leave behind.

You're gonna lose the war. Lose your life. Lose everything.
            ...But I will lose you too. 


                                        Because you blinded from the truth. I just don't wanna lose you too.
 


I can't lose you too.

I lost too many already.

will lose my own battles without you.

I try to keep you safe, but you won't listen to me anymore.

I just cannot win without you. Without you at my side. Without you there to keep me fighting...


                                                                    It's too late... she's gone. 

I should of listened to her, when she told me about the liars.


I should of listened to her, when she warned me about the war.
 

I...

Karens in every day reality

In today's society, they roamed across social media.
            Who are they? Our worst nightmares... KARENS!

From the magical year 2017, Karens were born. 
        They began with parking lots demanding to see the manager.
Karens became famous... I dare to say... They became as like royalty.

The Karens were known throughout the world as the women complaining at simple things that random non-karens don't.
                    Why are they here? To wreck our lives.

The meme of Karens spread like wildfire across the forest of Social Media. 
                Karens are the invaders of the Human race.
Destroying their own race and everything else that lurks beyond us.

However in 2018 and 2019, they quieten down.
        No trace to tell us where they gone.
Narnia maybe? I wondered rethinking, questioning their disappearance.

Then, during 2020 and the pandemic, Karens rose again... 
                 What do they want now? They are back to dismantle the definition of stupidity and replace it...

'My Friend, Freya' Horror Nursey Rhyme?

    Once upon a time, There was a girl in my class named Freya.
We are best friends. We tell each other everything.
     However, not everything as I thought.

Turns out, she is a yandere killer.
        Beware if you spell or say her name in a way she does not like... You are dead.

Fred to Freya, Fred to Freya... Which one is which.
    "IT'S FRICKING Freya!" screamed Fred... In the end, The teller was killed by Fred, and this reporter was killed too by "Freya". 

Better be careful of Fred the Yandere. 
        BOOM!!          Another one killed by the yandere, Freya. 
                                        
                                    The actual End.

 

Dust Jacket

All about me

What is your favourite genre to write? 
    I love to write either Poetry, Narrative or Novel.

What is your favourite genre to read?     
    My favourite genre to read is Narrative or Poetry.

What draws you to the WtW community? 
    The way how you can have a career experience provided from the WtW community.

What do you find most challenging about writing?
    The most challenging thing I most about writing is the criticism, as you don't know if it'll be good or bad until you publish it.

Most exhilarating? 
    The most exhilarating thing I know about writing is the lines that make the reader enjoy and want to read more. 

What is one goal that you have for yourself while here?
    My one goal is to show everyone in the WtW community, what I have to show off my writing talent.


Were you named after someone?
    I wasn't named after someone. It...

Why I Write

The reason why I write

I write to get a close connection to humanity. I write to frighten the truth out of the world. I write to hunt down the mindset. I write to focus on what's really going on. I write as a way to cope. I write to hide my pain.

Writing is my mask. My identity. My secret. My hope, and my desire. 
Writing is my way to cope because if I don't write, I can't survive the battles against myself.
Writing is the goal of a single mindset, "write, learn, achieve greatness", a quote I admired from my auntie.

I write to shush the voices in my head. To shush the things that haunt me in my everyday life. To shush me away from what matters. To shush the pain from all around me.

Writing is a cover for my pain, my past and my purity for freedom.
Writing is my dream. My hope. My everything.
Writing is...

Why I Write

The reason why I write

I write to get a close connection to humanity. I write to frighten the truth out of the world. I write to hunt down the mindset. I write to focus on what's really going on. I write as a way to cope. I write to hide my pain.

Writing is my mask. My identity. My secret. My hope, and my desire. 
Writing is my way to cope because if I don't write, I can't survive the battles against myself.
Writing is the goal of a single mindset, "write, learn, achieve greatness", a quote I admired from my auntie.

I write to shush the voices in my head. To shush the things that haunt me in my everyday life. To shush me away from what matters. To shush the pain from all around me.

Writing is a cover for my pain, my past and my purity for freedom.
Writing is my dream. My hope. My everything.
Writing is...

Alpha Wolf, me and our differences

Alpha; Pack leader 
 
Omega; Pack competitor
 
 
 
 
Alpha; Protector 
 
Omega; Challenger
 
Alpha: Ready to lunge, slither and hunt for his pack
 
Omega: Ready to starve, kill and fight for myself
 
 
Alpha; Such feelings of victory
 
Omega; Such feelings of hunger
 
 
Alpha and Omega, two of the same pack but not of the same respect.
 
 
 
Alpha oversees the hunt.
 
Alpha eats first from his kill.
 
Alpha is superior.
 
Alpha rules over the pack and its territory.
 
 
 
Omega seeks for the escape.
 
Omega eats last from her own.
 
Omega is inferior.
 
But Omega rules nothing notwithstanding her hunting skills and herself. 
 
 
‘Alpha and Omega, two positions in one pack’