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Writing Contest!!!! Round 1!!! Hosted by Madi!
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Posted at: 2:11 pm on June 29, 2012
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Writing Contest!!!! Round 1!!! Hosted by Madi!
Nevermind I needed to re-do some things:)
Be careful who you know, or at least who think you know. You never can tell when somebody will turn around and stab you in the back. I never wanted to be a special case of Friendlies, or a Friendly at all, but there are things in life, or in my case the afterlife, you can't control. If this reminds you of experiences that have happened to you, or someone you know, stop reading. Now. There might not be a normal what you know and love tomorrow for you, or a tomorrow at all. You could be a friendly, and trust me you don't want to be one. If you want to be a friendly by the end of this think it’s 'awesome' you need a new definition of awesome. If you think it's 'so cool' you so have problems. The world is really, really big and we're all just a speck of dust in the rays of sunlight, some of us just have a really big part in it.
I'm walking through the forest with James, my boyfriend, and my beagle, Bananas.
James has light brown hair with side-swept bangs and fair skin. He has these melting hazel eyes that are hard to look away from. My dirty blonde hair that has no volume to it and my dull blue eyes are no match for his good looks.
Bananas is short legged and big-eyed, full of energy. He's always running away for a day and coming back the next.
It's an overcast day, the smell of rain in the air and the moisture. The sun's rays coming down through the oak leaves create a pink light. You can hear the low breeze rustling the leaves. The birds are chattering about and you can hear the pitter-patter of squirrels’ feet as they run and the dried leaves. The oaks are a bright beautiful orange and the aspen are at different shades of green, yellow, and red. The sun feels so warm on my face and I feel James's grip fall. I'm too busy to notice the forest has gotten silent. I hear a faint buzzing from afar, Just a car, I think, nothing to worry about.
A strong grip on my upper arm stops me. I turn around. It’s just James.
"Hey let go," I say
“No you're staying right here." something in his face has gone dark.
I struggle, “Let go!" I exclaim
"Never!" he shouts.
I take self-defense classes so I tried to stomp on his instep. He then moves feet away lighting fast and throws me to the ground. My breath is knocked out of me as I gasp and try to stand up. I can't I think he twisted my ankle.
"You will never do that again, never you understand?!" I try to nod, but the world is spinning around me, so I just lay there. He kicks me, hard. I hear the "oomph” as I hit the ground.
“You understand!?" he yells again.
"Yes", I whisper, so I don't have any more pain inflicted on me.
"Good" he says as he walks over to me and grabs my elbow. He starts to press on the inside of it as hard as he could. The forest starts to get darker, as I start to black out. The last thing I think is, why James I thought he loved me?
When I wake up my neck is stiff. "Oh," I mutter, “good it was just a dream,”
Wait if I'm home where my comfy bed is? I open my eyes nothing looks familiar to me. I sit up and I get a head rush. My eyes cloud and when they clear I'm shocked. I'm in a prison cell, a tiny prison cell. There is a cracked and rusty porcelain sink with handles caked with rust on them. I wonder if clean water actually flows through the faucet. Probably not. A metal toilet that looks uncomfortable and cold to sit on is right next to the sink. I am defiantly NOT using that. The cell barely fits all of this and is probably fourteen-by-fourteen feet.
I realize I'm in a bunk bed when I hear a creaking noise. I lie down and pretend to sleep. Something smelling nasty permeates the room. I sit up slowly and see two trays of food lying on the floor. Unidentifiable grey mush is sitting there. I remember again I'm in a bunk bed and for me to be here there must be another person in here with me. The sheets are thread bare and there is not much of a pillow, but at least I have one. I lower myself down to see a pale face staring right at me.
I muffle a scream.
"Don’t make any loud noises," she says, “they’ll come in."
"Who?" I ask
"Later" she says "First I need to see what you are” she mutters," not a vampire I could telepathically communicate with you, not a were or shape shifter either" “What are you?” "Shhhh! Give me a moment. Not a pixie unless you have some serious magic.........Not a fairy. No wings. You could be a witch not likely though, what am I missing? OH! Yes you must be a Friendly” She decides
"What!!!!???" I yell, "is a friendly!!"
"You mean you don't know what a friendly is?" the girl asks.
"Not really" I reply.
She is fidgeting. "Has anyone died close to you?" she asks attentively.
" My whole family five years ago when I was-" a searing pain hits me. I gasp. And all of a sudden-
Fire. Fire everywhere. I scream as the flames are already upon me ready to overtake me. I look five years younger and I dash to the sink in the room that isn't there. I know this room, but I haven't been in it for five years. It's mine. I try to run to the window, but I trip and I scream as the flames attack me. There's no way out.
Then I'm back in the cell.
The girl looks at me again," What's your name?" she says with a defiant gleam in her eyes.
"Sara," I say," Sara Tracy"
She gasps, "Sara,” she whispers," you didn't make it out of that fire alive, you’re a Friendly. A nice way of saying,” she braces herself, “A ghost."
I hear a scream; it could be mine then everything goes black. I wake up to a face so close to me I scream a little.
"Sorry," the vamp girl says," I was worried about you.” She starts to leave
"Wait!" I say; " I have some questions"
"Ask away," she answers with mock enthusiasm
"Mmmkay," I hesitate," What's your name?"
"Erin Swan" she answers blushing
"Really? That's a cool name!" I say
"Thanks" she mummers
"Next question; what are you?"
"I think what you’re looking for is a vampire," she answers in boredom
"Oh. What's it like?"
"What?" Erin asks
"You know......being a vamp."
"Oh," Erin says, “Being a vampire is different. I mean it's okay. I don't like drinking blood or being this pale, but otherwise all the myths are lies."
"Sunlight, garlic, holy water, mirrors, crosses?" I ask
"Myths" she says confidently
"Photos" I ask to be safe
"I develop fine in them," she says smugly
I muster the courage to say something. "Soooo, I'm a ghost?"
She hesitates, "yes,” as she averts her eyes from mine.
"Why are we called friendlies?" I ask perplexed
"Well humans usually associate the word ghost with evil and friendly is better I guess. Isn't it?"
"I guess," I say, "it sounds nicer."
"Exactly, Now would you like to know why we're in a prison cell?" she asks "The Dragons are an ancient group who are determined to eliminate all magical creatures, " Erin says, " They're keeping us hostage here so only normal mortals are left and they can dominate them more easily than us."
"Why do they hate us?" I ask
" Well we kinda destroyed there realm hundreds of years ago."
“Why would we do that?" I'm confused
"They were going try to take over the world again." she says
" Oh. Good reason." I mumble
“That’s why they treat us so badly here other than that they hate us." Erin admits, “And that I'm not the best prisoner. The good ones get bigger rooms and TVs. Stuff like that."
" Well at least I can stomach anything so no problem with the food." I say
Erin laughs," Maybe I can try to be good from now on. No more trying to escape."
“How many times have you tried?" I ask
“25" She says and I laugh.
"Wow, that's a lot of tries to escape." I say surprised
"Yeah," she admits," but this place takes away all your magic or abilities."
"That explains it" I say
"I haven't found a single pixie, fairy, witch or wizard, vampire, were, shape shifter, or friendly that has been able to use their powers," Erin vents," There has to be one out there right Sara?"
"I don't know," I say weakly, “We might never find one."
"Those (insert word of choice here) Dragons!" Erin yells," We need to find a way to beat them."
“I don't think it could be done. At least not the two of us," I say
"We'll form a resistance group," I can see the gears in her mind turning," we'll need at least six people, maybe even some that can use their powers."
"Well like you said that might not be possible,"I remind her," We'd be lucky to even find someone let alone someones who could use their powers."
Erin starts mumbling something but I can only make out parts of it.
“If only-"
"we could-"
"Then"
The flap on the bottom of the door to our cell opens and two trays are pushed through. Oh Yay, I think, Food.
“Erin," I say cutting into her trance," grubs here." I take one look at the food and am glad I can swallow pretty much anything.
Here it is so far:)
-Topaz
Be careful who you know, or at least who think you know. You never can tell when somebody will turn around and stab you in the back. I never wanted to be a special case of Friendlies, or a Friendly at all, but there are things in life, or in my case the afterlife, you can't control. If this reminds you of experiences that have happened to you, or someone you know, stop reading. Now. There might not be a normal what you know and love tomorrow for you, or a tomorrow at all. You could be a friendly, and trust me you don't want to be one. If you want to be a friendly by the end of this think it’s 'awesome' you need a new definition of awesome. If you think it's 'so cool' you so have problems. The world is really, really big and we're all just a speck of dust in the rays of sunlight, some of us just have a really big part in it.
I'm walking through the forest with James, my boyfriend, and my beagle, Bananas.
James has light brown hair with side-swept bangs and fair skin. He has these melting hazel eyes that are hard to look away from. My dirty blonde hair that has no volume to it and my dull blue eyes are no match for his good looks.
Bananas is short legged and big-eyed, full of energy. He's always running away for a day and coming back the next.
It's an overcast day, the smell of rain in the air and the moisture. The sun's rays coming down through the oak leaves create a pink light. You can hear the low breeze rustling the leaves. The birds are chattering about and you can hear the pitter-patter of squirrels’ feet as they run and the dried leaves. The oaks are a bright beautiful orange and the aspen are at different shades of green, yellow, and red. The sun feels so warm on my face and I feel James's grip fall. I'm too busy to notice the forest has gotten silent. I hear a faint buzzing from afar, Just a car, I think, nothing to worry about.
A strong grip on my upper arm stops me. I turn around. It’s just James.
"Hey let go," I say
“No you're staying right here." something in his face has gone dark.
I struggle, “Let go!" I exclaim
"Never!" he shouts.
I take self-defense classes so I tried to stomp on his instep. He then moves feet away lighting fast and throws me to the ground. My breath is knocked out of me as I gasp and try to stand up. I can't I think he twisted my ankle.
"You will never do that again, never you understand?!" I try to nod, but the world is spinning around me, so I just lay there. He kicks me, hard. I hear the "oomph” as I hit the ground.
“You understand!?" he yells again.
"Yes", I whisper, so I don't have any more pain inflicted on me.
"Good" he says as he walks over to me and grabs my elbow. He starts to press on the inside of it as hard as he could. The forest starts to get darker, as I start to black out. The last thing I think is, why James I thought he loved me?
When I wake up my neck is stiff. "Oh," I mutter, “good it was just a dream,”
Wait if I'm home where my comfy bed is? I open my eyes nothing looks familiar to me. I sit up and I get a head rush. My eyes cloud and when they clear I'm shocked. I'm in a prison cell, a tiny prison cell. There is a cracked and rusty porcelain sink with handles caked with rust on them. I wonder if clean water actually flows through the faucet. Probably not. A metal toilet that looks uncomfortable and cold to sit on is right next to the sink. I am defiantly NOT using that. The cell barely fits all of this and is probably fourteen-by-fourteen feet.
I realize I'm in a bunk bed when I hear a creaking noise. I lie down and pretend to sleep. Something smelling nasty permeates the room. I sit up slowly and see two trays of food lying on the floor. Unidentifiable grey mush is sitting there. I remember again I'm in a bunk bed and for me to be here there must be another person in here with me. The sheets are thread bare and there is not much of a pillow, but at least I have one. I lower myself down to see a pale face staring right at me.
I muffle a scream.
"Don’t make any loud noises," she says, “they’ll come in."
"Who?" I ask
"Later" she says "First I need to see what you are” she mutters," not a vampire I could telepathically communicate with you, not a were or shape shifter either" “What are you?” "Shhhh! Give me a moment. Not a pixie unless you have some serious magic.........Not a fairy. No wings. You could be a witch not likely though, what am I missing? OH! Yes you must be a Friendly” She decides
"What!!!!???" I yell, "is a friendly!!"
"You mean you don't know what a friendly is?" the girl asks.
"Not really" I reply.
She is fidgeting. "Has anyone died close to you?" she asks attentively.
" My whole family five years ago when I was-" a searing pain hits me. I gasp. And all of a sudden-
Fire. Fire everywhere. I scream as the flames are already upon me ready to overtake me. I look five years younger and I dash to the sink in the room that isn't there. I know this room, but I haven't been in it for five years. It's mine. I try to run to the window, but I trip and I scream as the flames attack me. There's no way out.
Then I'm back in the cell.
The girl looks at me again," What's your name?" she says with a defiant gleam in her eyes.
"Sara," I say," Sara Tracy"
She gasps, "Sara,” she whispers," you didn't make it out of that fire alive, you’re a Friendly. A nice way of saying,” she braces herself, “A ghost."
I hear a scream; it could be mine then everything goes black. I wake up to a face so close to me I scream a little.
"Sorry," the vamp girl says," I was worried about you.” She starts to leave
"Wait!" I say; " I have some questions"
"Ask away," she answers with mock enthusiasm
"Mmmkay," I hesitate," What's your name?"
"Erin Swan" she answers blushing
"Really? That's a cool name!" I say
"Thanks" she mummers
"Next question; what are you?"
"I think what you’re looking for is a vampire," she answers in boredom
"Oh. What's it like?"
"What?" Erin asks
"You know......being a vamp."
"Oh," Erin says, “Being a vampire is different. I mean it's okay. I don't like drinking blood or being this pale, but otherwise all the myths are lies."
"Sunlight, garlic, holy water, mirrors, crosses?" I ask
"Myths" she says confidently
"Photos" I ask to be safe
"I develop fine in them," she says smugly
I muster the courage to say something. "Soooo, I'm a ghost?"
She hesitates, "yes,” as she averts her eyes from mine.
"Why are we called friendlies?" I ask perplexed
"Well humans usually associate the word ghost with evil and friendly is better I guess. Isn't it?"
"I guess," I say, "it sounds nicer."
"Exactly, Now would you like to know why we're in a prison cell?" she asks "The Dragons are an ancient group who are determined to eliminate all magical creatures, " Erin says, " They're keeping us hostage here so only normal mortals are left and they can dominate them more easily than us."
"Why do they hate us?" I ask
" Well we kinda destroyed there realm hundreds of years ago."
“Why would we do that?" I'm confused
"They were going try to take over the world again." she says
" Oh. Good reason." I mumble
“That’s why they treat us so badly here other than that they hate us." Erin admits, “And that I'm not the best prisoner. The good ones get bigger rooms and TVs. Stuff like that."
" Well at least I can stomach anything so no problem with the food." I say
Erin laughs," Maybe I can try to be good from now on. No more trying to escape."
“How many times have you tried?" I ask
“25" She says and I laugh.
"Wow, that's a lot of tries to escape." I say surprised
"Yeah," she admits," but this place takes away all your magic or abilities."
"That explains it" I say
"I haven't found a single pixie, fairy, witch or wizard, vampire, were, shape shifter, or friendly that has been able to use their powers," Erin vents," There has to be one out there right Sara?"
"I don't know," I say weakly, “We might never find one."
"Those (insert word of choice here) Dragons!" Erin yells," We need to find a way to beat them."
“I don't think it could be done. At least not the two of us," I say
"We'll form a resistance group," I can see the gears in her mind turning," we'll need at least six people, maybe even some that can use their powers."
"Well like you said that might not be possible,"I remind her," We'd be lucky to even find someone let alone someones who could use their powers."
Erin starts mumbling something but I can only make out parts of it.
“If only-"
"we could-"
"Then"
The flap on the bottom of the door to our cell opens and two trays are pushed through. Oh Yay, I think, Food.
“Erin," I say cutting into her trance," grubs here." I take one look at the food and am glad I can swallow pretty much anything.
Here it is so far:)
-Topaz
I’maDauntless,Amian,District8 Victor,Daughterof Poseidon,Psycho,butmostofallI’mTopaz.
Posted at: 5:22 pm on July 12, 2012
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Writing Contest!!!! Round 1!!! Hosted by Madi!
Can I join?
I am...
As cunning as a Lucian,
creative as a Janus
fierce as a Tomas
brilliant as a Ekat,
as brave as a Madrigal
and a Jesus Freak!!
"I...AM...CARTER!"
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Writing Contest!!!! Round 1!!! Hosted by Madi!
SORRY IT'S WAAAY OVERDUE, BUT HERE IT IS:
January 23, 1847
Ireland is suffering so badly. I wonder what caused this change in growin' the potatoes? Well, my family got so desperate that we had to move over to Amerika. I wonder if life there will be better. I sure hope so!
Oh! I forgot to introduce myself! I'm Aine O' Sullivan. It's pronounced Anya. I'm 11 years old, and I'm from Ireland. My best friend is a boy named Finnigan Mullers. He and his family came with us. I couldn't bear it if he didn't come!
Well, Mam is calling from below. I must go now, but I will keep you updated!
January 24, 1847
Today, something extremely funny happened to me:
I was walking with Finnigan on the deck, when suddenly, an Amerikan woman came tu us, and stated:
"Are you Irish children? Well, we have enough of them thank you very much! I hope you don't get through Ellis Island! You rotten, dirty children!"
Then, almost like magic, a sprinkling of shamrocks and golden dust lifted her off the deck, and threw her into the sea! I laughed so hard I cried! It must have been the good people! I can't believe they followed us to Amerika!
Well, Finnigan is wondering if I want to ramble, so I must go. See you soon!
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January 23, 1847
Ireland is suffering so badly. I wonder what caused this change in growin' the potatoes? Well, my family got so desperate that we had to move over to Amerika. I wonder if life there will be better. I sure hope so!
Oh! I forgot to introduce myself! I'm Aine O' Sullivan. It's pronounced Anya. I'm 11 years old, and I'm from Ireland. My best friend is a boy named Finnigan Mullers. He and his family came with us. I couldn't bear it if he didn't come!
Well, Mam is calling from below. I must go now, but I will keep you updated!
January 24, 1847
Today, something extremely funny happened to me:
I was walking with Finnigan on the deck, when suddenly, an Amerikan woman came tu us, and stated:
"Are you Irish children? Well, we have enough of them thank you very much! I hope you don't get through Ellis Island! You rotten, dirty children!"
Then, almost like magic, a sprinkling of shamrocks and golden dust lifted her off the deck, and threw her into the sea! I laughed so hard I cried! It must have been the good people! I can't believe they followed us to Amerika!
Well, Finnigan is wondering if I want to ramble, so I must go. See you soon!
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~Diamante~
"My truffles? You took them. That's just mean." ~ Opal
I will have my revenge, Artemis Fowl II...
Posted at: 10:13 am on July 14, 2012
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Writing Contest!!!! Round 1!!! Hosted by Madi!
Hello?
Directioners are crazy yet cool
BrilLiam
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Adri, The Awesome Weird One
Let’s go crazy, crazy, crazy til we see the sun
Posted at: 8:12 am on July 29, 2012
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Writing Contest!!!! Round 1!!! Hosted by Madi!
Did round 2 start already?
Directioners are crazy yet cool
BrilLiam
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Adri, The Awesome Weird One
Let’s go crazy, crazy, crazy til we see the sun
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Writing Contest!!!! Round 1!!! Hosted by Madi!
Is ANYONE listening? Grrrrr. . . . I can't go to the judge's page and nobody is listening to me. I feel so alone.
Directioners are crazy yet cool
BrilLiam
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Adri, The Awesome Weird One
Let’s go crazy, crazy, crazy til we see the sun
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Writing Contest!!!! Round 1!!! Hosted by Madi!
I'm here, one of the judges. I can try to find Madi if you want! :) I know I've already voted, don't know much else . . .
I don't need easy, I just need possible.
1.5 yr-old MBer!
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My name? Jenna Heap, Castle Queen
My NEW story! /34396
Posted at: 1:03 am on August 12, 2012
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