you got that right!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :)
wow, that would be really weird. i mean, REALLY weird.
“Mother I’m going out into the forest again” Candace yelled from the back of the shed where her and her family lived. “Be back before dark Candace” her mother Emilia yelled. She’s a true adventurer , she packed lightly and knew how to survive in the worst conditions just like her father. She always wanted to live in her father’s footsteps after he died from lung cancer. “yes,mother” she yelled slinging her bookbag on her back and running out the wooden door She didn’t tell her mother about her plan to stop and see ol’ man Jenkins, who was blind in one eye and had a serious case of out bursts. Even though Candace was only twelve years of age and knew right from wrong she still liked to take chances. Usually, she’d take the first path to the left to get to ol’man Jenkins house but today she decided to find a new way, she took the 5th path to the right and by the time she was on her fifth step she was dragged by her legs into a ground hole. “ Mother !!!!!” Candace yelled as she clawed at the ground trying to pull herself up. “ tie her up you fool!” said a wicked crowned voice from behind her. “ but, but Ma she’s little” a man as ugly as dirt pleaded. Candace wigged and kicked trying to get free from the ropes tied around her legs and arms. “ relax little girl, I’m orgen and my mother’s name is Ma “ Orgen said trying to calm Candace down. “ I don’t care, let me go” she yelled. Orgen got up and ran towards a tunnel just to the right of candace. “if you wouldn’t have traveled into the unknown then you wouldn’t have been picked “ he told her running away.
how long does t take for teenink to accepted your work? if the normal time limit, i've been waiting for 4 days or 5 idk maybe a week lol plz message me bck w/ ur response.
i wanna do this one :) ill do both but im probably gonna like this one better :D lol
i had been waiting for a really loooooonggggg time when i posted my last two pieces. i think it was about a week or so before they were up for everyone else to read
hhmmmm. this is hard.... how do u make it modern and still keep the animals element?
for me it takes a long long time i've been waiting 2 weeks for some of my poems
It's going to be almost three weeks for me, I only submitted two flash fictions.
is this is still going on? no ones has commented for about a month...
"Obey the Moderator"
Optimus RhymeGive it a listen, laugh a bit.
I never knew why all my friends had boyfriends and i didnt. I had looked everywhere for one but no one had wanted me i mean i didnt think i was that hideous. I was so sad that i just gave up all the way and stopped looking. My friends just laughed at me and called me names said i was unwanted so we couldnt be frineds anymore. Oneday i was so mad that i left school without a word, as i was walking to my house i saw that someone had brought the old Cane house. Later that day when i was watching t.v the doorbell rang. It was the boy that moved in the cane house he was cute in a revealing way. He brought us muffins from his parents i could tell he was embrassed. I felt sorry for him so i invited him in we watched t.v . Its was really fun , Sam is funny and nice we planned to do this everday after school. That was 3 months ago.... know all me and sam do is hold hands to shy to do more than that i mean what can you expect form a 7th grader who never had a boyfriend well until i met Sam? What's the moral?
How 'bout, in the next thing you write includ the word espeanoge :P
There once was a small boy who was afraid of the humblest of all objects, buttons. By day and night, he worried about all the buttons and what could happen to him if he wasn't careful.
"Now, honey" His mother told him, "There is nothing to be afraid of about buttons, that's silly of you"
Nodding, the boy began to walk down the stairs. Suddenly, he slipped on a small object and hit his arm. Crying, he looked down...
...and saw a button.The moral: Fear in the simpliest objects are not silly.
who keeps blocking my songs??? there not that bad just as bad as muck sticky and hes (brilent) idk how to spell that
umm do we post the stories on the forum because I have a story that fits the prompt in my work already posted
hey this doesnt have too much to do with the topic but i was wondering if the teenink_moderator had any say in things like i think under the poetry submittion there should be an accoustic poem section
Brown hair flowed elegantly around her as her dress murmured with her movements. She was the picture of beauty and elegance, cameras snapped all around her. As she came down from her throne, her rightful place, she stumbled onto a small child that was holding a mangy looking thing. The woman faintly recognized the thing as a cat of all things. The girl looked up at the woman with wide blue eyes. Innocent eyes. "Out of my way child, and get that mangy, skinny thing out of here." She brushed passed the child, only to hear someone reply.
"You are one to talk." She turned, but found the child was gone, having run away she supposed. But she caught the cat disappearing around a corner. She looked around but it seemed no one else had spoken. With a huff, the woman turned and walked out.
Tap, tap, tap. The brown haired woman waited impatiantly for the sign to allow her to cross the street. Not only was she was late but there were no cars around at all! Deciding not to wait she moved foreward, only to trip on something and fall. Right as she fell, a large semi had rushed past her head. She could feel the shock of the speed as it passed. That would of been her. "You know...she looked up to you. She thought that someone so beautiful had to be nice." The woman turned so quick, and saw once more the fleeting cat. No one around her bothered to help her up, or even showed notice of hearing the cat. No one cared she had almost died..With a shove off the ground, she quickly left. Going away from her work.
Beauty isn't everything.
Just to be contentious and play devils advocate here, how's this for moral poetry:
A Warm Feeling
It has been said
That unaccommodated man is merely a poor, bare animal;
However, to be a bear or a lion
He must choose to become a cannibal.
When compassion is fed
It will envelop your head,
And deceive you
While it lies in your bed.
You must fight off the warmth;
Hold your ego -
Proceeding steady to the stark, frigid hearth.
Inflict all injuries that you must,
In a world where one cannot trust.
You will gain what you seek,
Rewards you will reap,
Only by leaving the notion of “just”.
Others may call you ill,
Others who’ve given away their own wills
To a facade;
Swimming like cod
In a lie about how men should feel.
But this is the deal:
An exchange between what’s fake and real.
Give up your hold on what you’ve been told,
And go bareTo let your heart feel the cold.