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Jan. 10 at 10:30 pm
Same rules as before: There are 5 words/phrases I will post. You must take at least 3 or the 5 and make a story/poem/song with them The more words you use the more of a chance you have to wind because that is more creativity.
They are:
Dragon hearted
Slient Song
The Beginning of Anything
Evanescence (Not the band. The word. Means :To disappear gradually, vanish, fade away)
Pariah (Meaning: an outcast)
So those are the words/phrases. :)
DEADLINE: when I get 10-15 entries
Prizes: A suprise ^_^ But they are good.
Hope you'll join!!!! :D
Jan. 12 at 11:06 am
Yeah. :) Just post it here and I can read it.
Jan. 23 at 10:12 pm
STILL OPEN. Please join :) I love reading your stuff!!
Jan. 26 at 3:06 pm
The beginning of Anything, do we use the phase anything, or do we put a word in there?
Jan. 26 at 3:52 pm
Beginnings
The dragon hearted girl slipped through shadows, weaving her way through the despair. Always a pariah in this world she searched for her heart, to somehow piece back the fragments. The war had almost been to much for her to endure. The girl stopped giving her soul a second to gather itself together. Cocking her head, she listened to the silent song whispering the way. She took off at such a speed, that had anyone seen her, they would have sworn she was flying through the night. The song was starting to evanescence. “Not yet. Not yet.” The girl muttered to herself spurring on more speed. She could see it now, off in the distance, the beginning. The song was gone now, and she could see why. The two children were fighting. The couple yelled at each other, “Why? How could you? I hate you!” The girl gasped and rushed to them. With every passing moment she was growing weaker, her essence was drawing away into stars where hope was left. The girl stretched out a hand trying to reach them before they themselves disappeared and hope was gone. She strained herself running even faster, trying to restore The Beginning of Love before it left for the stars. Her siblings had already gone, off to a different world, all of the beginnings were gone, except for the girl. She was more persistent, but if those two left this night, she would have no choice but to leave, plunging their world into darkness. She was five feet away when the children walked away. The girl's body evaporated as her soul headed for the stars. Planet Earth was now abandoned, left for the dark.
Jan. 27 at 4:53 pm
YOU should use the exact phrase "Beginning of ANything"
Mar. 18 at 12:58 pm
The ways I count the stars are few,
It begins with a song.
A silent song can count them all,
and make them all belong.
It marks the beginning of anything,
If you only get it started.
And once the song has ended, it
Becomes strong, dragon hearted.
And lastly, once it fades away,
It becomes evanescence.
A pariah to its own slight self,
It becomes its luminescence.
Mar. 28 at 6:12 am
The Hunger
The ceremony started just like it always did. Just like the beginning of anything. Our loyal, trustworthy president who just wanted the best for us (ha!) droning on and on. About how honoured he was to be leading us, about how privileged we all were to be part of this great new world. Whatever he thought would convince us.
But it soon became clear that the president hadn't made this a mandatory viewing just to ‘raise our spirits’. He had a message to give us.
I could imagine the thousands of people in the city. Fathers pacing in front of the television and mothers wrapping their arms protectively around their children. Older sibling looking scared and younger children wailing.
Everyone in the country was slowly starving to death. Even wealthy people were struggling to find enough to eat. And our president, our cold-blooded, dragon hearted president, had just announced further food shortages.
Anger, boiling, bubbling, burning inside me, turned my skin a slightly more crimson shade of red. How dare he stand in front of us, pretending to care while he handed us a death sentence.
Of course, people would start singing their protests, singing for change. But they would be singing a silent song. No one dared to openly defy our leaders. It wasn’t worth the risk. They would crush anything and everything you cared about.
I suppose most of the people here would survive, at least for a while. They would support each other, fight for each other.
But I was alone. I was a pariah, and outcast. And it was all his fault.
May 28 at 4:07 pm
((I'll try and get something up either today or later this week...))
