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Battle-For-FreedomThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
May 30, 2013 at 8:17 pm

The beginning of anything is supposed to be good, the beginning or life, the first day of school, etcetera, etcetera.  I never understood this, my beginning wasn't good, it wasn't celebrated, in fact it was considered a curse that I was born.  It really wasn't my fault, I didn't want to be a pariah, wanted by no one.  Nothing's ever been what I wanted though, I guess that's why I'm here, in the orphanage, again.   
I roll by wheelchair closer to the window to peer out, the other children are playing around in the yard area.  I used to envy them, their strong capable legs propelling them around, they make fun of me, laugh at my chair, even these children, who are also orphans treat be like a pariah.   
I've learned to evanescence, to gradually and quietly disappear, to ignore their words, their looks of disgust or pity.  I don't want to be noticed, it's hard to go unnoticed in a wheel chair, but I've learned just the right technique.  I've learned I don't need anyone, I will sing my silent song alone, I am dragon hearted, brave, strong.  I need no one to lean on, I will stay strong, no one can break me, I have no fear, dragon's have no fear, they are brave and strong, that is who I am.   
I roll away from the window, I don't need to watch them, I don't need any distractions or my will might waiver.  Carefully I slid forward so my feet touch the floor, my hands clutch the sides of the chair, my arms tense as I try to push myself to my feet, I am strong, I have the heart of a dragon.  I may be a pariah, but soon I will no longer have to hide, my song will no longer be silent, for I will walk.  I straighten my shaking legs, my hands gripping the wheel chair still. 
The beginning of anything starts with one step. 

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guardianofthestarsThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
May 31, 2013 at 10:50 pm

Oooooo, I like that. :) Very nice, Honor. Thanks again for entering.

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guardianofthestarsThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Jul. 27, 2013 at 6:16 pm

STILL OPEN!

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Guardian.Of.HonorThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Oct. 31, 2013 at 12:02 pm

((Can this be judged soon?  I think I'll try to enter one mor ework, just let me think it up...))

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Guardian.Of.HonorThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Oct. 31, 2013 at 12:04 pm

((If I can enter another peice that is.))

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PoeticDeath replied...
Oct. 31, 2013 at 9:25 pm

Is this contest still open? I don't really care... ;) I'm gonna write a poem, ok? Yeah. :) Brace yourselves... xD
 
The girl lying there, 
she was once a pariah,
she just wanted to be a star, 
just like Mariah. 
 
But they pushed her down, 
and she tried to be tough,
the perfect dragon-hearted girl,
but it turned out the others could be rough.
 
She said, "This could be the beginning,
the beginning of anything."
But oh, she was so naive, 
knowing it wasn't true, deep in her being.
 
So her heart gave out.
She showed less and less soul each day. 
Her spirit evanesced each time you'd go to see her.
It seemed like she just went away...
 
That day, her silent song spoke volumes,
as her bony body began to decay
from the toxins she placed within
and everyone started to pray.
 
For in the hospital, they found out,
her suicide was successful in the end.
Her family knew there would be a hole 
that no living person could mend.
 
 
Okay so what did you think? I hope it was good. :)

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PoeticDeath replied...
Oct. 31, 2013 at 9:26 pm

how long will this contest be open?

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guardianofthestarsThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Nov. 1, 2013 at 10:12 am

This is still open. :) I am waiting until I get 10-15 works.  You can submit more than one, but you can only win one place. So if you have, let's say 3 peices submitted your chances of winning are probably higher but you can't win 1st, 2nd, and 3rd place. :)
PoeticDeath it was very poetic. ;) I liked it very nice. :)

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Guardian.Of.HonorThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Nov. 1, 2013 at 11:02 am

Freedom's Song 
 
 
Changes, that the beginning of anything brings, changes.  The society began with making small changes.  They said they were making us safer, making sure we didn't hurt each other or ourselves.  I knew their silent song though, the underlying message they were sending.  They wanted control, they wanted everyone to follow them blindly and they knew people would.   
Our Leaders insisted they were doing what was best.  They promised to take care of the people, to make sure no one went with out comfort and safety.  They told the people what they wanted to hear.   Anybody who disagreed with them was made an outcast, a Pariah.  Shunned by society hunted by the authorities.  To their families the Pariah are dead, they pretend that they never existed because t doesn't fit in their perfect world. 
Security, people love security, they want to feel safe.  Personal freedom started to evanescence, people didn't see it coming and now they don't see what they've become.  No one understands what has happened, they all have been blinded by the Society's rues and regulations.  No one can see past the smoke shields put up by our Leaders.  They see what they are told to see, say what they told to say, do what they are told to do.  The people have lost their humanity, they have become robots, slaves to the system. 
I am dragon hearted, I stand against the wave of sameness.  I fight it, I will not become like the others.  Right now I am a Pariah, people avoid me.  I am a threat to their safe world, I speak the truth and not the lies they want to hear.  I am avoided and ignored by the people.  Hunted and tracked by the authorities.  To my family I am dead, no I am worse then dead in their minds I never existed. 
I know I will be caught one day, but that doesn't matter I have planted a seed.  The people might not now it yet but I have planted the seed of rebellion, the silent song of freedom is growing the youngest hearts of the society.   This is my cause.  
I hear the Society police breaking down my door.  I am not afraid though, for I am dragon hearted.  I am brave because I know I will die with a free mind, I will not bow nor will I yield.  They will try to make an example of me, I will not bend to their, I will not speak lies to save myself.   
Good bye dear reader, my time has come, choose carefully who you believe and who your serve never let your own beliefs evanescence from you!   
Today I am a Pariah tomorrow I will be a maryr for cause not yet risen.
 
 
((Here's my other work.))

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Grace M. replied...
Nov. 1, 2013 at 6:22 pm

THANK YOU! I've never done a poem like that, with word prompts. :) I'm really glad it didn't suck badly. I hope you can post more contests like this; it really sparks my imagination. :)

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guardianofthestarsThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Nov. 1, 2013 at 10:18 pm

You're welcome. ^__^ And I ment it.  I would like to make more contests like this, but people kinda just stopped submitting to them.
If you're interested there is one more open (2nd 5 Word Contest). It is just like this one except they have different words. :)
 
Good, Honor! Thanks!! :D

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AlexxisRoxxanne replied...
Nov. 4, 2013 at 10:59 pm

"As it is,
with the beginning of anything,
you must start with an end."
Her voice fades
expanding evanescence
her heartbeat quickens
-fast, fast,
faster,
fast like a demon,
fast like a fairy-tale -
dragon-hearted.
Her insides beat
a silent song
that
only I can hear.
 
And what beginning
is it, this?
What transition,
open door?
Beloved to pariah?
Empty to whole or
vice versa?
 
No.
 
It is, alas, an
enrapturing.
She has captured me
and will not
be persuaded to
return without
ransom.

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guardianofthestarsThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Nov. 5, 2013 at 8:54 pm

great!    

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GuardianoftheStarsThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Mar. 22 at 11:05 pm

Open.     

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Skiman replied...
May 29 at 8:59 pm

 The Beginning of Anything begins with a background. Well, this isn't anything, you could say its more of a something. It doesn't have background, or emotions, and it has only little description at best. What it does have is a few characters, a scene, and a barely there sort of plot.
Our first character would be our hero(ine) and that is - Oh look, its you! Yes, you are my protagonist. Ok, we'll get into setting, but first before we delve into our story, I need you to empty your thoughts. As we pass into our new world, you have to relax and listen to the Silent Song playing all around you. Thats it, stop your thoughts and listen, watching as the evanescence of your sorroundings brings a weak white light, strong enough for you to see your feet and hands around you.
Far off you see a shadow of a figure approaching. No, wait, two shadows. Three? Four? Seven. Seven shadows. No, I'm wrong again, theres one standing off, hunched over, the pariah among them. Being Dragon hearted, you go over to the outcasted shadows, to find that staring back, is you.

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GuardianoftheStarsThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
May 31 at 2:04 pm

((That is good! Thanks for entering!))

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EshshahThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Jun. 4 at 12:54 pm

 
Evanescent Hope
 
And the dragon hearted fall and die
Like evanescent autumn leaves
Before the fall they soar and fly
Climbing higher towards the sun
 
Skywards, star-wards, fire flown
Sing silent songs of pariahs
That will die alone
And the truest warrior’s hope is gone
 
With summer wind
The beginning of anything good
Is lost
 
_____
I changed the numbers and stuffs on a few of them, if that's okay.

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EshshahThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Jun. 4 at 1:18 pm

The Jungle
 
 
The beginning of anything and everything I have ever done has been a thought- one single, little thought that branches into trees, no, forests of contemplation.  Only some of these thoughts will finally break the filtered canopy and stumble awkwardly out of my mouth. Most will stay within the forest, clinging to the trunks of their host and humming silent songs that wish to be heard but cannot bring themselves to sing.  And yes, this forest is a prison, a prison of evanescent confidence and hesitant decisions.
 
Oh, to be free of the jungle in my head.  I have wished my whole life to have company in the thicket, to never again feel like a pariah of my own creation.  And yet I am removed, removed from the world but still within it. I am an observer of my own life.  I am truly alone, in the clearest sense of the word. For me, there are only two options. Either I claw my way out of the jungle and into the world of chatter and idle talk that I know nothing of, or I convince some trusting soul to enter my forest.
 
And I have come to realize I can never, and will never, escape my mind.
 
So in reality, I only have one option:
 
Join me?
 
_____
So I told myself I'd do a nonfiction, and here it is.... itss... weeeiirrrrd. :P

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Skiman replied...
Jun. 8 at 1:12 pm

(Thanks Guardian)

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GuardianoftheStarsThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Jun. 14 at 10:25 pm

(You're welcome! :)  I'll tell y'all what: if no one shows any interest in entering this contest by the 14th, this coming Saturday, I will end the contest at judge. So unless someone lets me know they would like to enter I will close this contest.)

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