Okay This is the 2nd 5 word contest. (If you entered the other one feel free to try this one and if you haven't entered the other one feel free to check it out ^_^). So you must use AT LEAST 3 OF THE 5 WORDS/ PHRASES. You can make this a poem, story, song, fiction, nonfiction, I don't care it just has to have at least 3 of the 5. THe more you use to more chance you have of winning because that's more creativity.
WUNDERKIND ( this is a real word look it up if you don't know it please)
Okay so deadline is when I get 10-15 submits
You can submit upt to 2
Prizes: They are a surprise but they'll be good :)
I close my self around hidden memories,
The things that are nevermore,
I wish upon a shooting star,
For them to appear at my door,
An angel whispers in my ear,
waiting for the right moment to cheer,
because you must be careful with scattered hearts,
or else they'll surely give,
no matter all the loving starts
Good, Iggy ^_^
Listening to Whispers
They used to say I was a wunderkind, a prodigy. I laugh as I rock back and forth, back and forth, the padded room was comfortable, soft, my arms were immobilized with white jacket they forced on me. They used to say I was smart, brilliant, destined for greatness. My skills in writing and music were unmatched by anyone near me, even if they were five times my age.
They never saw what happened in my house however, they never saw how deep the pain was. No the never paid attention to how I felt, just what I did. They clapped when I preformed or when the read my works. They only cared about what I did, not who I was. They'd never know now, now that I was here, in this room everything was just memories, hidden memories. I stare around my room again, looking at the padding, I see the wrinkles in it and turn my head to side, they look like scattered hearts almost. I rock some more and shake my head, they say I'm insane, that's why they put me here. They say I'm psycho because I killed them, I really didn't mean too, she told me too, the voice did.
Angel whispers is what I call it when she tell me to do things. I can't help it, I was told too, they say I'm making things up, or that the voice isn't my friend. She is my friend, she was the one who made me a wunderkind, she told me what to draw and what to sing. They say I cracked under pressure, I say I obeyed my best friend. She's my only friend, nobody else wanted to hang out with me, and mom and dad, well they hurt me the most.
I rock more and more wildly, why am I being punished for just doing what a friend told me too? Why was I locked up for just taking my tormentors away at my best friends bidding? She helped me escape, helped me stop them form hurting me anymore. Well I guess this is better, because nevermore will I be hurt, pressured, ignored If I didn't preform to what they said was my fullest. Nevermore will I have to do things I hate, for I will listen to me angel whispers from now on.
I just had to leave this room and get out of this jacket. Leave this place of shattered dreams, by dreams weren't shattered, I'm not insane. I just need to get out of here, angel told me too.
I it ok if I write "hidden memory" or "scattered heart" instead of the plural form?
Yes. That'd be fine.
I woke up in a hospital bed. The cold sheets enveloped me, the pillow as hard as a rock. The slow beep of a large machine pounded through my head, dancing in unison with my feeble, scattered heartbeat. I don’t remember what happened, only a flash of darkness, and then- nothing. I come to realize that I don’t remember anything. No face is familiar, no name friendly. It is as if my memories are shrouded, not lost: hidden memories, not dead ones. Suddenly, I hear a voice. Soft, songlike, an angel whispers in my ear.
“Hey sleepyhead! You’re awake!”
Oh. Not an angel- a nurse. I try to speak, but instead, a raspy, awful hissing sound comes out. What has happened to me? I have no friends, no voice, no memories. Who am I? Or worse? What am I? Now I’m imagining things. I imagine the veiled look of disgust on the nurse’s face. I imagine the void wear my arm used to be. I imagine the beeping slowing... or... I am not imagining. Now, as the green peaks of my heartbeat fall, I remember everything. And as the small spikes finally flatten into a straight line, I find my voice.
“You’re not alone!”
I scream. And then: Nothing.
Good, 24601! (Sorry it took ms so long to reply :P)
Can I take "angel whispers" and turn it into "angel whispered"?
Sure, that is fine.
The Human Angel
I fell from the sky.
I was sent to pick up scattered hearts and broken pieces, but I fell. I fell hard, with the morning dew on the grass collecting on my bruised head. I fell, rather than landing. I was supposed to land, I think, else I would have made everything better instead of making it worse.
I was too young to fall from the sky, but they must have thought I was a wunderkind. Or maybe they were trying to get rid of me; I was always different to them. My back was smooth and shiny with no white feathers, at least to me. Yes, that’s it; they must’ve pushed me, and then snatched my past from my delicate brain.
I’ve fallen again. Out of a tree, this time. I pushed myself, to see if I could make the hidden memories resurface. Perhaps the angel whispers would soothe me while the morning dew assembled on my face again, but they didn’t. I thought that a white light would appear from the rising sun, telling me I’m someone special, that I’ve been somewhere no-one else has. Telling me that I’m worth living. But the sun was lonely today, appearing solitary as usual, with only the red light blanketing the world to keep it company.
You were the one that told me to jump out of the tree. You said all those things might emerge from the new light. Did you lie? You wouldn’t lie to me; I believe everything you say without hesitation. You’re the one person I trust.
So why am I lying here, face down in the grass, with my life flashing before my eyes? Although you’re mainly my life; you arose from the never-ending darkness that seemed to swallow me and saved me. I’ve never let you out my sight since.
I realise I can’t move my legs. I try to sit up, but fail. Desperately, I shift my arm to my back, feeling around urgently for perfect wings that are rightfully mine, but somehow don’t exist. You said you could see them, along with my halo. You said it was golden and shimmered in the darkness; unique and flawless like me. But you lost interest in my individuality soon after, trying to push me away. You just pulled me closer; I found out what my life would be without you.
My eyes are fading away and the pain in my head and legs won’t subside. I’m beginning to worry; no-one will come for hours as dawn has just risen and this private beauty in the city won’t be visited regularly either. My breathing is panting, becoming shorter and shallower. The only person who knows I’m here is you. You practically shoved me out the house, ordering me to jump out of a tree. I obeyed, of course.
I’m beginning to get scared. I think back, and remember the tree being tall and menacing, but barely noticing, heart intent on climbing and jumping. I would think that death was about to claim me, but it’s impossible. I can’t – and won’t – die.
My eyes are closed now, and my first happy memory floats closer. It’s you, naturally, saying “You look like an angel. You’re my little angel. You must’ve fallen from the sky to mend my broken heart.” Later you shouted that I fell, that I was a mistake and we should never have met. You said I stalked you, that I took things too literally and I was obsessed. I chose to ignore these things.
Death is within touching distance. No, I moan silently. Angels can’t die. Especially not angels without any wings or angels that fall out of the sky. Death approaches me, smiling slyly. Angels can’t die, I tell myself. But humans can. Am I human after all? Did he lie to me?
And my life is nevermore.
((I'm actually not to keen on this story, but it took about 15 minutes to write, so I think I may as well enter it))
Thanks, LinkinPark12 :)
Make another one of these contests!!!
I do have another one going called 3rd-5 word Contest- 3rd (as you all can tell I'm VERY creative with their names). Please enter :D
Still open to 5 others
OPEN STILL. :)
5 more enteries to go!! C'mon, inkers! You can do it! :D
I'll enter :)