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Re: Writers Club/Guild Link | by on 2010-02-17 07:37:58 (edited 2010-02-17 07:40:23)

Lool the poem club has been pushed back a long time ago- it would be fair to post your poems there, but I don't think it matters that much anymore or mwhahaha Ugo has broken rules! *laughs gleefully with hint of menace* Anyways *clap clap clap!!* Bravo!! Ugo, Toyumi and Rinnie- they were all absolutely brilliant stories!! I'm sure you have all worked really hard on these stories and I am honoured and pleased to see the result! (My God, why do I sound so old?) Anyways, sorry but there's nothing more to say than that your stories are brilliant- simply no other words for it. ^^' Hellooo Shae!! Erm, Doomlight will be adding you onto the front page as soon as he can I'm sure- in the meanwhile you can sure post your stories up! (And maybe poems too ;P ) EDIT: Ugo- Ohai!! Erm, the idea for my story was spurred on by a series of books I finished, and to be fair I forgot the descriptions of the people- I will probably need to get those books again to read up on that- anyways, I didn't want to be adding descriptions not from the book, seeing as it was from there... err yeah I will try and do that if I ever start to write it again! ^^

Re: Writers Club/Guild Link | by on 2010-02-19 18:38:03

@ Monoka - Why thank you, and you don't sound old, believe me after reading the count of Mote Cristo, and some James Madison stuff for school, I adopted a writing style similar to that of, well its really not easy to explain. Lest just say if I had written that way on the SAT I would have gotten higher than a 480 on the writing section. A 480 on the writing section! It really took me by surprise, but what can I say, it's just not my type of writing. But I digress, do you think it would be fair to create a Poem club, version two or something?

Re: Writers Club/Guild Link | by on 2010-02-20 09:45:09

@ Rinnie: Urgh.... Still havent read the previous chapters yet. So yeah. >.< 480!? Hm... I dont even remember my grade. I just remember I was on my last sentance when time ran out.... *Sigh* @ Toyumi: That was awesome as a short story. I really liked the twist at the end too, though a little sad in a way. When you mentioned how he made an organization just for searching for her, my imagination got imaginative. I was sort of sad that part of searching just flew by fast, but it's okay. Great Job! @ Mokona: Whoops... totally forgot about it. *Crosses arms in shame* @ All: Here's the finished version of the short story I wrote for my class (once again, if you found this, dear teacher, just know it was me!) I'm making this a spoiler because it came out to be a maddening 19ish PAGES in word. It goes about half way through the entire story. Still, It's pretty complete as it is (in a way) Of course Gendou.com's reformatting makes text copied from word look ackward. If you really want to, I think copying it into word helps(?) Maybe. The First Story: Penance Prior to Punishment Complete Ver. Both bodies were found in the church’s basement. The police had answered an urgent call from a local whom had discovered the two that morning. 17 year old male Anderson Smith, and 17 year female classmate nicknamed N-I-S, where found sitting up against the north wall of the basement, leaning against one another. Both had died from severe blood loss resulting from wounds across their chests. My name is Anderson Henderson, a pretty average name for a guy. That’s the least anyone needs to know about someone when they meet is their name, right? Well today, I’m about to come to meet a lot of new people too, so it’s good to practice. I’ve already made a new friend. “Hey? Do you like mysteries? I don’t mean stuff like novels and junk, but I mean real stuff no one knows about.” My bus was empty enough for even the driver to hear our conversation. “Well, kind of, my Dad used be a detective.” The road we were driving on was engulfed with forest. So much so it occasionally seemed like night despite it being eight o’ clock. “Oh, really?!” Her mother turned around and looked back at both of us with a sleepy gaze. “Honey, please, I’m trying to get some sleep. You’re disturbing your friend’s mother too.” There were only two families on our bus, plus the bus driver. Even then, they were not complete families really (just 2 moms and their teenage kids). Apparently, the town we were moving to doesn’t get too many visitors. Mom decided to move to this far out town from the busy city we used live in; and it stunk big time, especially considering it was already my second year of high school. I was just starting to get used all my new friends. Obviously I was really bummed out during the trip. I did however meet this girl who is also moving into the same town. “Judging by the lack of passengers, it would be just like going to the Middle of Nowhere, just with a lot more trees!” Her name’s Nis, with each latter said out individually. It’s probably a shortened version of her real name. We’ve been talking to each other for the past couple of hours or so. She spent a good amount of time talking about mysteries of the world and whatnot. Mysteries are probably her cup of tea. She even babbled on about ones that I hadn’t even heard of before. Though, eventually the long trip got to us and we both dozed off. The first time you go to a new place, you end up losing yourself trying to absorb your new surroundings. It’s a weird and even exhausting process, but exiting nonetheless. We got off the bus on a small street; I was instantly hit with air that hadn’t had the slightest bit of car exhaustion polluting it. The quaint little street was pretty busy with activity, probably the town center where everyone goes to trade their goods. Sadly, it looked devoid of anything that really mattered like a bowling alley or arcade. At least everything wasn’t dirty. Nis waved her arm daintily in the air as she and her mom got picked up by their ride to their new house. As I said goodbye, I also realized her height made her look like a twelve year old. I’m pretty sure she’s a bit older than that. I bet she is one of those very unfortunate people who don’t hit their growth spurts. The mystery master Nis was probably going to have a blast uncovering the astounding mysteries of chicken eggs and deciphering subliminal messages arranged on the black spots on cows. She called back before she got in her car car. “Judging by the size of this place we’ll probably go to the same school, we’ll see each other again probably!” “Sure.” I stuck her with the best answer I had. Eventually, our own ride came to pick us up. Mom hired a local to drive us home. All of our stuff had already been moved to our new house, so there wasn’t any need to worry about heavy lifting. Mom said that I would love our new house which quote: “Was bigger than any house you’d see in the city.” Even without seeing our house yet, just letting my eyes wander about all the new scenery was enough to impress me. Outside of the town center, the roads were all made of dirt. Five minutes out you could see farms, quaint little houses, windmills that rose into the sky, perfectly stationary cows, hay, and the forest that surrounded the town like city walls. This entire place was like its own little world inside the forest. We got to our house after a few minutes. The house was actually pretty sizeable. It was like any two floored ranch house you’d see in cowboy movies, except it was well kept and had a refreshing blue paintjob. Not a mansion, but sizable enough for me to have my own room (in impossibility back in our apartment). When we got out of the car and stepped onto the cobblestone walkway to our house, I realized there was one crucial thing I forgot to ask my Mom. “Hey Mom,” I asked, “What’s the name of this town?” The town of Tabatha taught me that country life isn’t too bad after you get used it. The first week in me and mom got bombarded with pie, ham, and bagels. The people here are super friendly, despite a good amount of them being old folks. But personally, I like old people. Mostly because they’re happy to greet you just about every day. “Good morning Andy!” This particular hello wasn't from an old person though. Just like she said, we ended up going to the same school. NIS’s house was just next door, which came to a shock to me, as I didn’t think there wasn’t anything else left of our house save for trees and hay. Since then, we’ve walked to school with each other. Which is great considering it’s a good 12 minute walk to get to the schoolhouse, which would be painfully boring to do on one’s own. “Hey, did you get that math concept Miss Flynn talked about yesterday? I was going to ask her, but then you stole my binder.” I shrugged at her innocently. “Hey, you have a good eye for binders; I just had to have it.” That was probably not my best comeback. We soon got to the school, and were about to go in when a somewhat aggravated dude about my age rounded the corner of the school, armed with a baseball bat. His piercing gaze of fury was focused on yours truly. “Hey you.” He said. “You’re the new kid, right?” I shrugged nonchalantly. “I don’t know who you’re talking about man. As far as I know, the new kid is this girl here.” I said pointing at Nis behind me. NIS looked at me with her fear radiating off her expression. “Hey! Don’t leave me on my own!” The angered boy retorted, pointing his dangerous aluminum bat at me. “Don’t screw with me! I know exactly who you are!” It’s likely this isn’t going to end well. So I gave in. “All right, I’ll be happy to join the baseball team.” That sadly, was only getting him madder. I thought it was a good joke too. “I think you should get the teacher, NIS.” She shook her head. “No, I have to be here for you!” What? Are you intending to fight!? Do you have the magical powers to heal and create barriers in battle?! You are defiantly not supporting the stereotype Nis-, And making it really hard to let me deal with this on my own! In a second, the guy came after us. I knocked Nis down to the ground as I saw him charge at us. Like slow motion, I swept his legs from under him, just like Dad taught me. He fell to the ground, kicking up some dust as his back fell to the dirt with a thud. He wasn’t going to be beaten in just one hit, and was going to come back for more, so I needed to use something against him. I spotted a pipe conveniently lying in the grass nearby. I guess the god of indoor plumbing blessed me today. I ran over and grabbed it as the guy got back on his feet. This time, we both charged at each other with weapons in hand. What he lacked in actual skill, he made up for in sheer tenacity. But it didn’t take too long, after a few clashes of our metal weapons; I managed to give him a soft but ending blow clean across the stomach. This caused him to fall to his knees and on to the ground. Out of breath and out of will to fight. All he could do was give me the glare of a sore loser. I rested my partially bent weapon over my back, and looked at the assailant square in the eyes.“You want revenge? Bring it!” For a second, it seemed like my taunt was enough to get him back on his feet. But just then, the teacher came rushing out of the building. All the other kids in the classroom where cheering from inside. It looked like I lost touch with my surroundings while I was fighting. Miss Flynn yelled loud enough for everyone to hear. “Anderson! Get your butt in my office!” NIS tried to defend my case. “It wasn’t his fault Miss Flynn!” Trying to fight the teacher wasn’t going to do much to help, so I obediently went to her office, as Miss Flynn went over to the guy to help him back up. By the time I got into the school, I already had forgotten to ask why he attacked me. Miss Flynn’s office wasn’t really much of an office. The school building was made up of only a few rooms. The classroom, The janitor’s room, A bathroom for boys, A bathroom for girls, the hallway that connected them together, and the storage room which also doubled as the teacher’s office. All in all, it was a pretty small building for being the only school in the entire town. It did have an ‘antique’ feel to it though, with the red paint job that made it look very old fashioned. I sat around looking over her lesson plans for the day, until she came in. The teacher had a self satisfied grin on her face. “Hah! So your true colors finally show. I bet you where some kind of badass delinquent back where you came from!” She went into her desk and pulled out an old folder bulging with papers, and just barely held together with a hefty looking rubber band. “5001 ways to punish a delinquent! I’ve been compiling these since grade school, waiting for the day a delinquent such as you would come around. Let’s see, we can start with weed pulling, whitewashing the fences, repairing old man Jenkins’ shed, building a second floor to the schoolhouse…” I couldn’t help but give a deep sigh as she continued to fire off her assorted painstakingly compiled punishments. She didn’t even notice me when I stopped paying attention. “Well, I wonder if this’ll count as extracurricular.” I said to myself. I was about to proceed with spacing out until Miss Flynn finished when the door to her storage/office opened. “Miss Flynn! Will ya stop this? Everyone in the class can hear you!” The class president stepped in all her administrative glory. Her name was Ashley Phiasance, one of the people in the class who usually took charge. She’s always walking around in her distinctive grey artist’s beret and indigo class president armband, the latter being a 17th birthday present knitted by one of the 3rd graders. “Miss Phiasance, I’m in the middle of lecturing him, please return to class.” It looked like Miss Flynn wasn’t intending to let me off the hook just like that. “I know how exited you are to use those punishments, but those are still a bit much for just that. Anyway, nobody gives much of a care of Nick, since he did kinda bring it on himself this time.” I couldn’t help but find that particular comment a bit harsh. Giving me a sudden feeling of pity for my most unfortunate assailant, despite the fact he just tried to bludgeon me with a baseball bat. “As class president, it’s my job to take on the matters of Anderson’s punishment.” After finishing her last sentence, Ashley’s attitude then lightened a bit. “We don’t to kill him off so soon, now do we?” The two stared each other down for a brief moment. Finally giving up, Miss Flynn gave a disappointed sigh. “Oh alright, you handle his punishment Phiasance.” Looks like I got bail today. Sweet. School in Tabatha is a lot different from back in the city. There are so few kids, that a single schoolhouse serves the entire town. Also, one teacher teaches the entire class made up of many different grade levels. I remember that this is how they used do school in the old days, give or take 80 years ago. Not surprisingly Miss Flynn usually gets so busy, that the smart kids have to teach other kids in their own grade level from time to time. Grades range from 1st all the way to 12th. Though the classroom itself is only composed of around 40 to 50 people. Which really isn’t that much, even for a town like this. “Okay, so which one is this?” Ashley pointed to an algebraic equation on her worksheet. It was a question that determined the speed of an object coming off of an incline after it was dropped from the top. “Oh, I get it now!” Though she’s really good at being class rep, she isn’t all too bright with mathematics. “Hah! So that’s where I went wrong! You’re a great teacher Anderson!” Well, at least I didn’t put her to sleep this time. “Hey, Andy, did I get this problem right?” NIS handed me her worksheet. I read the problem to myself. “The function above expresses how fast a ball travels in miles per hour ‘x’ seconds after being dropped from the top off ramp. How many miles per hour will the ball travel after 7 seconds?” I looked down at the illustration of the ramp on her worksheet; there was a cartoony looking picture of an elephant freshly drawn on the ramp in pencil. Very interesting. Nis proudly read her answer to me."No, because there is an elephant in the way!" I for one, am not sure how exactly to respond to this. Especially considering that particular problem was multiple choice. I probably need to go over the entire concept with her again. By now, NIS and I are pretty settled down after moving here. For once I actually want to go to school (Probably because there isn’t much to do if I ditched). It actually feels pretty great to be the new guy. I’m the tallest in class, and also the side teacher for the 10th graders when Miss Flynn is busy. I have a feeling I’ll probably know everyone like brothers and sisters by the end of the year. Eventually, the sun descending from the sky signaled it was time to go. Me and NIS where starting to pack up when Ashley’s voice rang out across the nearly empty classroom. “I think it’s about time we make a club!” By this time of the day, late in the afternoon after 3 Pm, most of the younger kids where already gone and out. It was only 9th graders and up left hanging around in the class, Ashley was announcing her proposal from in front of the chalk board. “We have more than enough perspective joiners around!” She exclaimed. NIS’s eyes lit up. “Alright! Count me in!” One of the other guys in the class spoke out. “You never suggested stuff like this before Ashley!” His question didn’t shake her inspiration in the slightest way. “Because it’s only now we have enough people!” I heard a familiar voice in the doorway from this morning. “I’ll be in this club too.” It was the guy who attacked me with the bat. He didn’t look like he was back for a rematch though. Ashley started to write down names on a piece of paper. “Right, so we have Nick in. NIS and Anderson.” Hey, did she just toss me into the roster? I instinctively stood up and protested. “Hey, class president, I haven’t even said anything yet.” I felt a tug at my shirt, it was NIS. “Come on Andie, it’ll be fun!” Nis did have a point. If she joins the after school club I’ll have no one to talk to when I walk home. So I shut up and sat back down. Well, more than likely it’ll just end up being a bunch of people screwing around after school. After a minute of recruiting, Ashley wrote the name of the last club member down. “…and that’s everyone! Great, so begins the chronicles of the youth corps!” Nick’s body reflected his sudden shock, as he looked at Ashley with dismay. “Wait! You’re not going to make us do works for the public good or junk like that, are you!?” Thankfully, that wasn’t really the case. “Aw man… it looks like we ran out of board games.” Ashley sighed as she looked at the set of playing cards we’ve been playing with the past 5 days straight. “We could always try to invent a new game.” NIS suggested. She always seems to be capable of seeing the bright side of things. After a couple of weeks pass by in a club, most of the hangers on whom joined out of interest leave the club for good. Then all you have left are the actual club members. Which was Leader Ashley, Vice President Mayu, Secretary Nick (Who not surprisingly, doesn’t do too much), and regulars myself and NIS. There are also a couple of others, but they said they’d be busy with farm work for the fall. Our club activities where just playing assorted board games and such after school. It’s weird to think we could keep ourselves thoroughly entertained over stuff like Jenga and Clue. But it’s impossibly entertaining to see Nis’s and Mayu’s heated battles in Connect Four and Monopoly. Despite the events of days gone by, most of me and Nick’s battles are on a chess board. He’s really good, surprisingly enough. Returning to the issue of lack of club activities Nick gave some of his input. “Hey, why don’t we all go to Joe’s Variety shop? He should have some other board games there.” Ashley nodded at Nick in acknowledgement. “That would be a good idea. Nick, so how much money do we have?” Nick rolled his eyes at her. “Why are you asking me?” I could see where he was coming from, as we hadn’t even spoken about the club money since we started. “Okay! It is time we take donations! Open those purses ladies!” I grumbled a little about giving my money away. But there really wasn’t anything else out here I could spend it on. Anything like a convenience store was a good 10 Miles east at a seven eleven where me and mom stock up on Cocoa Puffs and Twinkies snack cakes. We left for the town square with a whopping 15 dollars and 75 cents. The town center was easy to spot with the church spire being like a big beacon for weary residents. I remembered the time I hit nick with a metal pipe. “Hey Nick, is that bruise from back then still there?” Nick rolled up his shirt to show me. “Nothing see?” Mayu walking behind us with the rest of the girls spoke out. “It is nice to see you two have become such good friends after all that.” Nick turned back to them with a failed attempt at a suave smile. “Care to join us?” Nis bashfully waved her hand out in front of her. “Put your shirt down Nick, don’t forget Mayu is with us.” Ashley said in a scolding tone. Nick quickly put his shirt down and apologized to Mayu, for forgetting who he was being undignified to just then. Mayu didn’t seem to think much of it though. “Don’t worry, when I’m with you guys just think of me as another club member.” Mayu is one of the priestesses for the town’s local church. She’s 16, but already quite well respected by the townspeople. Though her hair is naturally black, the tips of hair are all gradually bleached to white. It doesn’t look at all like its fake either. It might be a hereditary condition. I don’t know really. But I’ve found it a bit too impolite to ask her about it. She’s probably the most peaceful person in our entire class, like she radiates that kind of atmosphere 24-7. I guess it comes with the priestess gig. Nick on the other hand is like a complete opposite. To sum up his traits, he was the class badass up until I came around and struck him with my “Gut strike of the Heavens” that’s already received legendary status amongst my classmates. He’s actually a pretty well knowledgeable guy. A bit rough around the edges though. Just as we got onto the cobblestone streets of the town center, I asked Nick a question. “So what exactly is the ‘Variety Shop’?” The question had been bugging me for a while. I didn’t even know this place had any real shop that wasn’t entirely based on flour or ham. “It’s just this place that old man Bill keeps up. His son goes to the city and buys stuff for real cheap off of people, then once a month he sends it here. Today’s the first day of July, so we should get fresh pickings.” I still had no idea what to expect when I got there. But of course it is a shop that specializes in variety, so that was already a given. The variety shop was actually somewhat large in comparison to most the other buildings. It had two floors, but was almost the size of a small warehouse. It looked like a warehouse too, but also seemed one of the nicest buildings in town. Ranking up with the town hall and church. Nis was eager to go inside. “This place must have a lot of stuff in it!” Nick, in charge of holding all of our money, started to eye our defenseless glass piggy bank with scheming eyes. Mayu picked up on his malicious intent. “Nick, it’s impolite to take the club money for your own gains.” Ashley then dragged Nick into the store. “Come on! You’re not leaving my sight for a single moment mister!” Like I expected, the place was filled tons of seemingly random stuff. There was wooden furniture all stacked about in the most efficient ways possible. Lots of smaller trinkets and items where neatly placed on shelves; it was like a super condensed garage sale. There were even some things that I wanted to save up my allowance for. “I’ve just got some new stock this morning and it’s all prepped for display.” A round old man sporting a beard and a shiny head greeted us. Ready to start selling. “Anything you young folks interested in?” We purchased a lot on only five dollars. The stuff here was cheaper than anything you’d find at even a clearance sale in the mall, but not necessarily of terrible quality though. After paying off the shop owner, Ashley decided to leave me and Nis to keep looking around. “Alright Nis, you and Anderson can stay here and keep looking. Nick’n Mayu and me’ll take our stuff back to the schoolhouse.” Nick carried the bulk of what was bought without much difficulty despite it all piling up to his chin. “Oh, will you all go home after that?” Nis asked. Ashley responded with a nod. “Yep, so go ahead and take your time. I’ve already picked out what I like, but everyone has different tastes don’cha think?” The 3 then proceeded to leave. The last one to exit, Mayu turned around and waved goodbye at Nis before closing the door behind her. “See you tomorrow.” I looked at Nis after the door closed. “You’ve really gotten to be good friends with Mayu.” Nodded happily nodded in agreement. “She’s really nice to me. I talked to her a lot in class. Though I got a bit self conscious when I found out she was the priestess. But I’m over it now.” I had almost forgotten the old man was there, causing me to nearly jump when he suddenly talked from behind us. “You know I keep my older stock on the second floor. The stuff most of the folks in town have already seen. But, everyone has different tastes, why don’t you have a look-see for yourselves?” Regaining my stature, Nis and I followed him upstairs. It was only then that I started to notice the place’s atmosphere a bit more. Amongst all the almost ancient looking stuff people didn’t care about. The place had a barren feel to it. It had so many things in it, but that only gave the place a desolate feeling. I would have hated to be stuck in this shop at night. It was just then I remembered we didn’t have any money on us, as we’d both given all of our money to the club. Which was probably still in Nick’s pocket. When I told the old man, he gave a hearty chuckle. “You two just moved in right? Let me give you a special deal! My welcoming present to you is that you can choose one thing from the stock and have it for free. Go on then!” He shooed us into walking around the second floor. The backlog of items on the second floor was very aplenty. More furniture, and many of the small items packed away in boxes that I wasn’t going to take the time to try opening or sorting through. The stacks of boxes and furniture provided little room to walk, and oftentimes did quite well to block out the light form the lamps and windows in some places. It was dusty as any stereotypical attic, yet strangely, I didn’t see a single spider or its cobwebs anywhere. After a while traversing around the second floor was starting to feel a little uncomfortable. It wasn’t surprising either that Nis was just a step behind me the entire time. Lucky for her, her small stature made it a bit easier for her move around. But I guess that too made the place feel even more oppressing from her perspective. Eventually though, I did find something of interest to me. It was a classic looking saber, which had and intricate design and equally eloquent looking sheath, leaning against an opened treasure chest. My boyhood imagination sparked again for the first time in years. It looked like a blade belonging to a high ranking captain on a naval vessel, with full complement of ribbons and metals. His unique weapon meticulously constructed from the finest metals, and it’s sheath and handle intricately inlaid with gold taken from the Spanish treasure fleet. My eyes were locked on it as I approached to pick it up. Nis also seemed to find a particular dusty looking she liked, that she found in the chest. She told me that it was a really old edition to a mystery book from a really old and famous author, though I didn’t pay too much attention after that. When we presented our items to the shop owner. He seemed a bit reluctant. “Um… well…” Nis gave the old man a deadly puppy dog stare. “Are these too expensive to just give away?” I had to admit, as nice as the saber was, it was probably because it’s so nice that it would be a loss to the shopkeeper just give it away. “Nah, kids, it’s not like that.” Nis looked at her book for a moment and then looked at me. “You really like that sword, right Andy? Well, we can both take it for our free item.” She looked at the old man for his approval. “That’ll be alright, wont it? I’ll just give this book back for now.” Ah crap, I’ll feel like a total jerk if I let her do this. There is nothing more hurtful to a man’s pride or self confidence than letting girl take a fall for his sake. “Wait a second-“ The old man interrupted before I could speak my case. “Don’t worry you two, I was just surprised to see that book and saber after all these years.” The old man gave a deep sigh. “It’s no use to say no once you two have seen what you want. Just take them; it’s been a long time since we’ve had people move in.” So we were able to walk off without paying a single penny. Before we left the old man stopped me. “Wait a second, that sword is missing something.” He went into his drawer and pulled out some leather straps that had clips that fit perfectly with sword’s sheath at two points. He then told me to wrap the straps around my fist. “There, just like it’s supposed be.” The saber hung from my right hand horizontally. He two leather straps where supposed keep the sword’s hilt pointed forward and not hitting my legs when I walked. “This is a really weird way to hold this.” I said, looking at the saber hanging on my hand. “That particular saber was custom made. Owned by a US cavalry Colonel during the Indian wars. A real antique. I was looking for that particular item and the book to sell off at an auction in the city.” Hearing this, I suddenly felt guilty for taking it from him. “Oh really? I’m sorry. Here, I don’t really need it anyway.” I started to unwrap the leather straps from around my hand. “No. You and that saber seem to go along with each other. The saber seems like a pet who’s seen its beloved master after many, many years. It would be a true shame to pull you two apart now.” The old man sounded pretty firm with his decision. I guess I’m stuck with it now. Nis was really happy she got her book. I was just glad we both managed to walk out with what we wanted. Mom probably isn’t going to really like the idea of me having a weapon like this. I was probably going to have to hide it for a while or at least till I get older. “That old man was really nice to give us these. It’s amazing how giving the people in this town are.” Nis said as she busily inspected the book every possible angle. “I think it’s made out of parchment.” I took a second good look at the book. It was actually pretty thick, the width of the book was almost as big as my hand. It it seemed to weighty down on Nis’s arm as if it were really heavy. “Yup! This town is wonderful Andy!” She raised her arms to the darkening sky, the lofty clouds where bleached with fading orange as the sun continued to set. Like any guy, I was pretty anxious to actually draw my new sword out. I hadn’t don’t so at the shop, and with all the people within eyeshot staring at me as I walked by, it probably wasn’t going to do anything less than make me look like I’m out to cause trouble if I drew it out now. It was Saturday, which means no school. But that also means Ashley and the rest of us go out and hang about the town. Last week, we saw Old man Jenkins in the town square looking for his lost dog. We spent a good afternoon of the day looking for the old man’s golden retriever affectionately named Cerberus. We spent an entire exhausting afternoon looking around the town in search parties. Only to find out he left Cerberus tied to his doghouse. Nick was particularly ticked off over the fact he broke his trusty switchblade when he fell on a rock during the search. Maya of course managed to say just the right thing to calm him down. Quote: “A sacrifice today, keeps the bad luck away.” Of course today we just decided to meet up at Dan’s canteen, building with a wooden water tower that was once used during the old days when cowboys roamed the west. It is proudly the oldest building in town aside from the church. I got there really early, though no one else thought of doing so either. So I found myself sitting out on those lawn chairs, staring out at the street as shops began to open. (Joe’s canteen however, doesn’t open till noon on weekends) I started to doze off, until I saw Mayu walking by with her easily distinguishable hair and dress. I felt like calling out to her, but decided against it. She probably had better things to do. I was starting to regret coming so early. The morning sun was comforting with all the chilly morning air still about. A perfect temperature. It seemed like a really nice time to take a nap. I didn’t have to worry too much about getting my wallet stolen. Napping on the porch is more or less a town pastime for many of the old folks. So there was no reason why I couldn’t join in. I leaned back a little in the plastic chair for comfort, and looked over the roofs of the town square and at the great barrier of trees that enclosed the town from the outside world. Life is great here. I couldn’t imagine anything that could ruin today, or the many, many days destined to come afterward. I distinctly remember my being woken up by the sun. The sun’s rays illuminated my eyes going right past my still closed eyelids. I turned my head down, and was shocked to see Ashley sitting right across from me. “Good Morning An-der-son.” For a moment, I thought she was someone else, but it was pretty clear once I was fully awake. Not even glancing around, the town center was once more ablaze with activity. People driving down the street in their farm vehicles and tractors. Some even on horses. The entire area gave off a newfound livelihood that was completely absent when I first got there this morning. “How early did you come here, dude? When we all came you where fast asleep. Nis freaked out and started yelling out for someone who knew CPR.” She chuckled to herself. “That girl’s such a worrywart I tell ya.” It looks like I must’ve lost track of time. It looked like it was already afternoon. All I could do was scratch my head in disappointment. “Looks like I messed up a bit. Did everyone leave already?” Ashley then briefly explained to me the activities I missed. “ Nah, Old Man Jenkins’ lost his dog and nope, Cerberus wasn’t in his doghouse today.” I was guessing they hadn’t found him yet. “However, as club leader, it’s my job to make sure you’re in good shape. So I kept a watchful eye on you for the past five hours!” She was proclaiming it aloud as if it were an accomplishment. “That’s a bit creepy actually.” I said with brutal honesty. Ashley only chuckled at the comment. “Hah! You’re such a kidder. Ya gotta give some trust in your friends Anderson! Leave no member behind- no matter how bitterly sarcastic they may be!” I noted that her last comment was a particularly really harsh one. “Oh, and by the way.” Ashley was looking at me straight in the eyes. “I heard about what you two got from the Variety Shop a couple weeks ago. Nis told me you got a saber, right?” Her voice suddenly got cold. It suddenly wasn’t the normal Ashley I always have to explain math problems to. It was a different girl who was now interrogating me, her eyes seemed to be reading all of my thoughts and feelings. “I’m curious Anderson, what was the saber like?” She was being really straightforward in asking. It almost seemed like she was just asking to see if I was lying or not. “Yeah, It was an antique according to the old man.” Ashley leaned back into her chair a little. “Really? That’s cool Anderson…. -Hahahaha!” She suddenly burst out into laughter. “Aw man, you got so tense! I thought you were going to fall back in your chair or something!” She was back to normal. “Hah, I guess so.” I said, stiff feeling a bit stiff. She stood up from her chair and readjusted her beret. “Alright then let’s get caught up with everyone else. Considering Nick’s terrible sense of direction, they probably are even more lost than Cerberus!” It took about two days to find Cerberus. We found him napping in a field with the cows. Thankfully, Cerberus obediently followed us when we called him over. We got him back to Old Man Jenkin’s house that afternoon. Cerberus happily ran around in circles around the old man when we returned him. He ran so fast that he looked determined to start a tornado around his master. For our dutiful service we were awarded with a free meal down at Joe’s. “Good work rangers! It seems like we’ve procured ourselves some free grub!” Ashley gave a victorious thumbs up into the air. We got a nice reward considering finding Cerberus was just something to do for an empty weekend. This was actually the first time I’d ever eaten dinner here, so I looked to nick for suggestions. “You got to try the fried ham, it’s to die for!” Judging by his loving explanation he already knew what he was going to order. The inside of Ted’s looked very farm themed. The walls where laden with pictures of cattle, and famous cowboys of the past. There were also some famous farming tools such as the great shovel that Todd Bucker used to fend off a bear, or the Angel Fire Hose that served the local fire department for a good sixty years without even seeing a single fire. Yeah, not much happens around here apparently. But the restaurant gave off a friendly atmosphere. Over many decades, families and friends have gathered here to have a good meal together and talk the world’s worries away. Our little troop was here to add to that legacy. “Anderson!” Ashley’s voice broke my poetic streak. “Anderson, whatcha gonna order huh?” Uh oh, I completely forgot about what I wanted. I looked at my menu and real aloud the first thing my eyes set on. “I’ll have the Bladder Buster…” I froze for a moment. What the heck kind of name is the Bladder Buster!? Our waiter, a thin looking man with his hair combed back, gave a shocked look of pleasant surprise. “Hey Dad! We got ourselves a brave one!” Nick looked at me with weird looks, almost as if he was being afraid on my behalf. Mayu was looking at me with a look of very suppressed surprise (which is actually an achievement, since she rarely gets surprised by anything). Ashley was giving me a ‘You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into’ look; and Nis was just as clueless about the whole situation as I was. Though, I’m sure that this isn’t going to end too well. The waiter walked off to give our orders to the cook. Everyone was looking at me as if I’d suddenly become some sort of sideshow attraction. “Hey, so what is a ‘Bladder Buster’ exactly?” A short description later, I learned that it was a legendary dish that people from the old days used like to eat. However, rumor has it that it was so bad that the practice of eating it was slowly phased out by the proceeding generations here in the town. In layman’s terms, I had just sent myself into unrelenting peril. “You didn’t really want to get that, did you?” Mayu was already reading my thoughts. Of course, it would make me look like a dork if I chickened out. “Nah, I just wanted to try the local flavor.” But in the back of my head, I was hoping with all my heart that the chief was out of ingredients for my peculiar dish. So a few minutes later, there I was, staring down at the meanest looking soup that may have ever been concocted by mankind. The infamous “Bladder Buster”, native to the town of Tabatha. I was merely an unfortunate bystander who was unwittingly drawn to this wretched thing on accident. Everyone was already eating their food, at a slow pace. They kept at least one of their eyes looking at me, waiting for the first spoonful of the soup to tear down my throat. Mayu was just plain staring at me. Patiently idling her breadsticks in favor of a more curious show going on at the table. The anxiety that was building up and making the soup even more scarier than it was intended to be. The last person I looked at was Nis. She’s always been really nice to me through our entire time here. I gave her a weak grin, though the pain in my heart of leaving this world easily showed through. For a second it looked like tears where going to start to well up in her eyes. Priceless. But it was about time to get this over with. Is this stuff disgusting, or is it just impossibly hot. Is I just a funky name or really lives up to its reputation. With no one answering these questions, I had to find out for myself. So I glopped up some of the strange red mucky soup into my spoon, and forcefully rammed it into my mouth just to have the shock of it all come at once. The taste reached my brains, and the rest was history. “Wow Anderson, you gulped down the Bladder buster like it was nothing.” Everyone looked over my empty bowl with awe. “It wasn’t that bad.” I said, patting my stomach. “Just a little spicy.” Nick took his spoon and drooped out some of the left over soup to take a whack at eating it. Maya pointed out an interesting point. “Most people in this town haven’t even eaten the soup themselves. The rumors of it being terrible are probably just over exaggeration over the years. Oh- what’s wrong with Nick?” Everyone glanced at Nick, who was rabidly fanning his mouth, trying to choke out some words. “Waga!!!! Waga!!!” Nis stood up and called for the waiter. “Water! We need some water please!” As we force fed Nick water, Mayu gently rested her cheek on her hand looking a little disappointed. “It appears I stand corrected.” “Just put that meal on Old Man Jenkins. He let us have a free meal for finding Cerberus this afternoon.” Ashley said before closing the door to the canteen. By the time we got out, the stars and lamps where all that illuminated the town square. You could hear the sounds of the entire forest too. But it didn’t feel desolate considering this was the busiest part of town. Everyone was closing up shop, and the classic looking street lamps gave the place an authentic feel of the old west. All it lacked was a desert, but that was a minor detail I didn’t mind having. All of us where pretty tired out from the meal. “Today was really fun, everyone. I’m glad we were able to find Cerberus and bring him back to his owner.” Mayu smiled at Nis. “I enjoyed today as well.” I couldn’t help but find this to be a little generic, so I gave my two cents in. “Knowing that dog, we’ll probably have to go search for him again next weekend.” Nick could only nod in agreement. I looked at Nick. “So Nick, good soup huh?” Nick made a small first and shook it at me. It looks like once again I one upped the poor guy. Everyone kept on conversing. So I decided to look around again. It was then I spotted Nis’ mom walking up the street towards us from the opposite side. It was dark, but it was defiantly her there. She was wearing a white dress, and walking around in her slippers. It took me a second to realize that people normally don’t go walking around the town square wearing just that. “Hey, Nis-“ Before I finished my sentence, I heard a car screaming around the corner, right behind Nis’ mother. It was swerving about wildly, driving onto the sidewalk, and off again. Nis’ mother only had a second to look back to see the cars headlights just before it got within a meter away from her. There was a very ominous thud, a sickening thud accompanied by a wet smash. The sound of liquid. Despite the sound of the car’s incessant screeching and the roar of its engine, I could hear the death of Nis’ mother clearly. The car sped past us and around another corner, and was gone. The lamplights, illuminated more than enough of what I needed to see. I turned back to the others, expecting them to be just as horrified as I was. Yet they were still talking about food and the dog. Did they not notice anything just now!? I looked back at the scene, I could already see the pool forming with just the corner of my eye, I didn’t want to burn any more nightmarish images into my head. I tried to catch their attention, but at that moment, I was in my own little world. That is, until Mayu looked at me, with her peaceful eyes, she glanced between me and what I just saw. “It’s alright Anderson. Now you know.” She turned back to the group’s conversation. I had to leave right away, and get a doctor, or go tell mom, or the police, or the priest. I when the opposite way from the scene, and as I passed my friends, I felt Mayu’s arm grab my sleeve. Her fingernails dug into the cloth, and I froze where I stood. “If you try to view this logically, you’ll only lead yourself into misfortune. For your own good, forget this happened Anderson. Ignore everything, and you’ll keep this happy life you’ve come to love.” All at once, everyone noticed I was there. “Oh whoops, looks like Anderson’s rarin’ to go home guys! Poor fellow might fall asleep on the way home Nis!” Nis responded. “I’ll make sure to get you home safely Andy!” Ashley rubbed Nis’ hair. “Such a good girl Nis! This is where we all part! Rangers, you are dismissed!” After Ashley and the other two left. Nis walked over to the other side of the street, and beckoned me over. The body was still there, where it was on the sidewalk. “Come on Andy! I’m afraid of the dark!” Hahah… I guess that Gut Buster Soup must bust brains up too. “I walked beside Nis, she took my arm in hers, and we started walking towards her mom. I was staring straight at… and illusion. A really bad illusion. This is probably some really bad dream. I just needed to keep walking on and- I stepped into a pool of red. I looked down at my shoes, and saw I was getting a nice shade of red on the bottom of my shoes. I was standing in a little puddle of sickening crimson. Nis’ mom was an island. We kept walking on, Nis was really tactful of not kicking her mom as she walked over her. I dared not try to identify the face. So I kept my eyes glued forward. My steps caused drips in that puddle as I walked. But when I walked over her mom, I suddenly stumbled, I felt my shoe fall on some flesh, and I panicked looking down at the small footprint I just made on her nightgown. I saw it. I saw her face too. Her eyes were still open, shocked, and stuck in the moment of surprise, just before her guaranteed quick and painless death. Nis had nearly fallen over when I stumbled, and frantically tried to land away from the puddle. She looked at me with her usual worried look. “Is something wrong Andy?” It was pretty ironic. She said that while standing in her mother’s pool of blood. She really wasn’t seeing anything I was seeing right now. My last thought to myself was: “I’ve lost my mind.” I woke up in bed this morning. My stomach felt like it was recovering from something bad, and it was really hard to get out of bed. My mom came up to my room and checked my temperature. “Whew, it looks like you’re fine now.” I blinked at mom. “You poor thing. I guess this should be a lesson to you for eating that Gutter- Bladder- Buster- something.” My mom explained to me that Old Man Jenkins let us eat at his house yesterday. He served us some of the town specialty, which I had a really bad reaction to that knocked me out for the rest of the day about 10 minutes after eating it. My mom asked me if I wanted to stay home and rest that day, but I told her I was fine. That wasn’t how exactly I remember it happening, but I guess whatever I ate was really strong. I’ve had a lot of impossibly realistic dreams before. Hopefully it isn’t one of those recurring ones, that particular one gave me the creeps. When I set off for school today, I noticed Nis wasn’t waiting on my like she normally did. I looked at her house, but it seemed like no one was there. Checking my watch, I realized it was already 11 O’ clock. I was a good 3 or 4 hours late. Though I had a good enough excuse, I took a good long moment to take in the fresh and green scenery just one last time before the grim cold of winter would come and take it all away. When I entered the classroom, I saw everyone was gathered around in a really big circle. I couldn’t hear much of what was going on amongst the chatter of the students. “Oh, you’re back, you feelin’ alright man?” I saw Nick being the only one sitting at his desk. So I went ahead and sat on the desk next to him. “I’ve felt better. But hey, what just happened?” I asked him. He wasn’t in the peculiar mood to talk. He just managed one more sentence. “I don’t think we’ll be having class today.” Eventually I laid my head on my desk, and dozed off again. I faintly heard Ashley’s voice when I woke up. “We’ll just postpone today’s club meeting. By order of the vice president.” I next heard Mayu speak. “Sorry for the inconvenience everyone.” I was starting to crawl into consciousness when I heard Ashley addressing the class. “We’ll just postpone today’s club meeting, I’m sorry everyone.” The room was then silent. Without even going back to sleep, I started to doze off again. Before I fell back asleep, I also heard Vice President Mayu formally apologize. I slept only for a short period, and woke up in an almost empty classroom. Nis was waiting in the desk beside me when I looked. She spoke to me in a soft voice. “Mornin’ Sleepyhead.” I was still half asleep. Nis went on to explain to me that the day’s club activities were suspended at Maya’s request, she’d been waiting for me even though everyone else already left. Her considerate nature has no limits, but I can’t help but feel just a little guilty whenever she goes out of her way for my sake. Though from her perspective, I was not at all being inconvenient, I still had to apologize. “Sorry for making you wait. You could’ve just saved time and left without me.” She shook her head, and reassured me that she just wanted to have someone to walk home with. The sun was starting to sink down into the sky and behind the grand walls of pine trees that bordered the town. I looked my watch as we started to walk home. It was 4:32 PM. Nis waited a good hour or two after school ended just to walk home with me today. If I were in her shoes I’d be at home napping by now. Can’t help but admire her bountiful kindness. Half way to our houses, Nis caught sight of a small patch of Daisies on the side of the road. “Oh, look at those, those flowers are still blooming!” She walked over and kneeled by the patch of daisies still in full bloom. If I remember correctly, Daises are not supposed be around during this time of year. Good for her I guess. Standing by, I watched as she carefully chose the best ones out of patch. “This one’s really nice too. Mom would really like these....” All I could do at that point was stand and wait. Habit compelled me to stuff my hands in my pockets as I started to idle. However, I noticed something in my pocket that wasn’t there this morning. I pulled out my hand, and found a small folded up piece of paper. Opening it, I instantly recognized Mayu’s clean and precise handwriting. It had a short and straightforward message addressed to me. It simply stated: “Take care of her.” I wonder what she meant by that? The only other ‘her’ that was here was Nis. She looked fine to me. While I was pondering Mayu’s message, Nis finished picking up her daisies. She stood up and turned to me, carrying enough daises in her arms to make a small bouquet. She smiled with her standard goofy smile that thought everything in the world was wonderful. “I’ll give all these flowers to Mom! They daises actually smell kind of nice you know?” Finished with picking flowers, Nis walked up towards me. I got out of idling and got ready to finish the journey home, when she suddenly hesitated to take her next step towards me. She had just stopped a few paces away from where I was. I looked back at her to see what was wrong. Nis hesitated, and tried to start talking. “I-I’m really glad you’re alright Andy. I was worried when you got really sick after eating that soup.” Not taking a single step forward, she kept speaking on, skipping straight to another subject. “Everyone was really nice to me today Andy. Miss Flynn even let everyone play around in class the entire day. Everyone in class talked to me too… even the ones that normally don’t.” Anyone in my situation could have easily been able to tell that there was something wrong. When I looked at her directly, she averted her eyes away from me and looked towards the ground. She was noticing me starting getting worried. “So October will be coming up this weekend… we shou- …should go to the variety shop and see if there’s something you’d like- and-” She stopped mid-sentence. By now, everything around us was completely silent. Nis cut the conversation altogether, and shut her eyes closed. “We should get back home now Andy. Our mom’s might get mad if we come back….” Nis hung her head. “come ba-…!” She wasn’t talking to me anymore; the last incomplete utterance was directed at a completely different person. It’s extremely painful to hold back your feelings. Nis did her best to not cry and cause a scene when she was around everyone else. She tried, very, very hard, to just let the day go by normally. Got to school, learn, spend time with her friends, and walk home with the next door neighbor. Trying to pretend nothing happened. She didn’t want sympathy; it only hurt more when she caused other people to be sad for her. But, like many situations where you hold back your feelings, when it finally breaks, all those pent up feelings break out, and you lose control of yourself. The same thing, at that moment, happened to Nis. All of her grief finally broke out, and she collapsed to the ground like a rag doll. She would’ve fallen face down in the dirt if I hadn’t made a sliding dash to catch her mid-fall. “I don’t know how… but- she’s gone! My Mom, -She’s dead!” For Nis, every part of her body had become weighed down and unresponsive, and all of her sorrowful feelings forcibly escaped in an unrelenting stream as she cried. I let her lean on me until she settled down. Eventually she was quiet; my shirt was completely soaked in tears. By then she was had finally regained control of herself. Exhausted, she apologized to me for having to see that. But, as I had been the entire time, I kept quiet, and was as indifferent to her as the daisies on the ground. It didn’t feel right to do anything like stroke her hair or start hugging her. In fact, I wanted to run far away from where I was. I eventually drew up the courage to hold her, but I don’t know how much it may have meant to her, only doing something like that long after she ran out of tears. But for me, I only did so out of obligation, and when I realized that, I became disgusted at myself. I’m a completely worthless friend, who should’ve never had the liberty or meeting her in the first place. We sat where we were for a long time. I can’t even remember when we finally continued on our way home. The next day, I talked to Nick. He told me that there was a chance that the death of Nis’ mom was done on purpose. When I told him about the dream I had the night of the accident, he said it only confirmed his suspicions. And from that point, things began to move very quickly. Nick proposed that we team up in order to find out what had happened. Up to this date, many people who had moved into the town had all died in unfortunate accidents. Nick was convinced that the accident with Nis’ mom was a planned plot, just like the many other deaths that had come to many people whom had moved into the town in previous decades. Even with only this almost outrageous theory to go on, I decided to help him. If this could make up for just watching Nis cry that day, then I’ll do it; and even if it won’t, then so be it, I still will. Nick and I were the last ones to leave the schoolhouse that day. Once again, club that day was canceled by Ashley. After agreeing with Nick at what we needed to do first, I was left alone outside the empty schoolhouse. As for Nis, she was placed in the Church’s care until a proper foster parent could be found. I know that having a friend around like Mayu who lives at the church would do a better job of getting Nis through the ordeal then I could ever hope to do myself. That day I made a promise, and a pledge on the saber. From the route Nick had decided for us to take, I had the feeling I would end up needing to use somewhere down the road. Though she wasn’t there to hear it, I still spoke it aloud. “If foul play was involved in your mother’s death, I swear I’ll find it. No matter what it takes.”

Re: Writers Club/Guild Link | by on 2010-02-23 04:29:56

Hello everyone.. I would like to join this guild a long time ago but i dont have the time to post until now.. Well, this goes the first part of our poem.. "UNTOUCHED" title subject to changes I I may have crawled upon muds to roads of gold Stirred on emotions, diamond breaths to hold I may not be good today but someday I would To this immortal love where my soul was sold Neither how much songs were sung nor stories told There would still be pages of love in my heart to unfold II Fragile is love, for it seeks for care A hand for its safety, a sight to stare A change for existence on a lover's hand Like the blinding whirls of the foolish sand But it'll crawl like dusk on this twilight land On the silent sky where the moon would stand This would be for now.. Hope I can get in with the club.. This would be a 6 part poem.. hahaha.. ABOUT LOVE..

Re: Writers Club/Guild Link | by on 2010-02-25 08:52:37

still remember tobias and his sisters??? well, this' part of that story... Tobias put his right foot on the table, he's never done something like that before, it's not very polite, but he has no choice at the moment but to do this and shout,"Where are they?" with angry voice. "I... I... I don't know sir...",replied the bartender. "DO NOT LIE TO ME!!",Tobias shout, he could feel his throat hurts by that shout, but he care not, this man has vital information about where his sisters are. the man seems really scared, but no information has gone out of his mouth. Tobias takes out his sword, put the sharp edge on the man's neck. "tell me", his words come out once again, but this time sound very calm, no more than a whisper, and sounds very dangerous... even suprising himself. the man's defence fell apart, he's begging for his life. Tobias feel strange when another cold voice came out from his mouth,"tell me about the girls if you wish to live... but ye seems don't wanna live, do ya?" the bartender gives his words right away, Tobias left after the man finished. All he need at the moment is only a boat, to go to the Asera island, where they kept his sisters.

Re: Writers Club/Guild Link | by on 2010-02-25 08:53:45 (edited 2010-02-25 08:55:07)

Rinnie: Erm, I think it would be about time to make a version 2 of the peom thread, however this is the Writer's Club, don't see why you can't post poems here.. Ugo: O.o wth?? Ehh ==' I'm not gonna have time to read ALL of that in the near future lol! I will try and print it out to read slowly in lessons or something- sheesh you can sure write a lot! Shae: I'm a dunce at poems, i'm not sure if i understood it all, but they really sound great! Well done! Sure you can join btw! A very warm welcome *clap~yay~clap!* ^^ Good stuff Schaz! Just came up after i posted lol!

Re: Writers Club/Guild Link | by on 2010-02-25 14:49:01

@ Mokona - Alright I'll just post my poems here, now that they're ok and everything ^.^ @Shae- Welcome to the writer's club! Lovely poem by the way!! Shattered On The Floor My head is bowed and I'm staring at the floor from my perch atop my bed my toes curling around the edge. Spread across my pink shag clarpit lay so many pieces of what was once a bigger image. How do they fit together when they are all so unalike? Some of them are changing shape right before my eyes. So many places so many faces all broken up and tossed to the dirt. The rounded pieces dont fit the hallow spaces where they belong and the outline of this great mystery never stays the same. Why do none of the pieces fit when I know they used to. How can I ever finish this impossible puzzle? My mind is spinning my brian hurts bad I narrow my eyes in sadness and confusion could I be going blind? There in that mess of broken pictures is an image of that perfect smile and there is you hand in mine. but then the puzzle changes the pieces multiply. Another smile stands next to yours a smile that is not mine. My heart jumps into my mouth and I slide down off my bed I sit there kneeling next to the thoughts that are in my head. Frantically I run my hands across the shattered picture and toss pieces about the floor as I try to fit your face next to mine, but there are pieces that I just cannot find. Throwing my head back and scream aloud in pain as realization comes crashing down on me. All this time it was my heart spread out there on the floor vulnerable, broken wishing it could be yours once again.

Re: Writers Club/Guild Link | by on 2010-03-26 17:31:23

That was a really good poem! I think there's a small typo on line 5- but good effort! ^^ P.S: I can't read the writing on your siggy ^^'' sorry!

Re: Writers Club/Guild Link | by on 2010-03-26 17:50:18 (edited 2010-03-26 17:50:44)

@ Anke and Shae: Great poems!!! i really mean it.. i'm no good at poems (i hardly write them nowadays)... @ Mokona: that's Anke (used to be Riza/Rinnie). ^^ Well, wow it has been quiet here for a long time... Anyways, i had to drop 'The Silent One' since i'm at a loss for ideas now... a bit of a writers block i guess... And now, for a poem i wrote way back... about 3 years ago? something like that. i originally wrote it for some school literary contest, i think... i don't remember anymore. well anyway, hope you like it! Disappear I have a question, but keep it between us two. If you could disappear, would you? Could you leave everyone behind and leave each of them out of their minds? Can you imagine, a life without you? Do you know what everyone will do? Your closest friends, where will they be? Will their lives be better or worse, will you see? No, because a world without your life is like cutting fog with a knife, Everything will be confused, I know you won't be amused. If you could disappear, would you? No, you won't and that's good for me too. wow, that's really short. and there might be some grammar errors in there too... but oh well. ^^;

Re: Writers Club/Guild Link | by on 2010-03-26 18:08:38

Toyumi: Wow! That's really made me think! But that's an awesome poem! ^^ Well done on your Gendou Award by the way! Sorry if I'm wayyy late, I haven't been on much ^^' Xx

Re: Writers Club/Guild Link | by Matsuna on 2010-03-26 20:37:04

I've been busy since I came to Japan, so sorry about that. I'm continuing the story from where I left off. After packing her suitcase, Yuka had a phone call from her friend. She talked on the phone for more than 5 minutes. While downstairs, her mum became impatient waiting for her. She shouted, 'Hurry up Yuka! Otherwise, you're gonna miss your flight!' Tomoko had her mother shouting while she was on her laptop. Then Tomoko told mum, 'Mum, just leave her. If she's gonna miss her flight, then that's her fault'. After 10 minutes on the phone, Yuka called 'I'm ready now! OK, let's go!' Her mum sighed and thought to herself, 'Finally, she's ready!'. Before they leave, Yuka makes sure that she has everything, especially her passport and her flight ticket. Mum asked 'Have you got everything?' Yuka checked and replied, 'I have everything'. Her mother got worried a bit and asked again, 'Are you sure? 100% positive? Yuka then shouted at her mum, 'YES! I have everything! I'm very positive!' 'Oh ok! I'm only checking, that's all'. Mum told her.

Re: Writers Club/Guild Link | by on 2010-03-28 18:37:49 (edited 2010-03-28 18:38:31)

@ Toyumi - I love that poem, it really made me think about some deep stuff!!! @ Mokkona - No worries, it's just me and I think I've finally decided on a nick name to stick with... lol!!! I'm glad you like my poem though! My Promise I promise to see blue skies so that the love in your heart can seep into mine I promise to see the sun light that you threw to me in the darkness I promise to love you like I've never loved before How did you find me in that crowd of lonely people just living from day to day with only a sad smile on their face? Let the comfort of your love wind it's way around my heart and lock me in a state of happiness your bright eyes shine through the gloom and make me happy once again I'm falling for you one sunny day at a time my sunshine shine, shine, shine on.

Re: Writers Club/Guild Link | by on 2010-03-29 07:13:27

Wow! good poems everyone!!! I'm busy with exams so the story's pending... @Toyumi: as long as I know grammar isn't that important for poems

Re: Writers Club/Guild Link | by on 2010-03-29 07:21:08

@ Mokona: Thank you! It's alright that your a little late. ^^ @ Anke: Awww! Cute love poem! ^^ And I have problems deciding on nick names too... I only use Toto because sometimes it's easier to put on an avy. (that shows how much effort i put in...) @ Schaz: So grammar doesn't matter? I thought that it did... like there's certain things that make a poem a poem... Stuff like that. @ anime19: Thanks for the continuation! ^^

Re: Writers Club/Guild Link | by on 2010-03-29 07:32:19

@ Toyumi - I know, that was the reason for the switch from Rinnie to Anke... bedsides Rinnie is close to Rin and Rin is used so much here... so I figures since most people know I play Anke anyway... It would work well as a nick name... Anyway I'm glad you like my poem... I have so many where that one came from! Tear Me Tear Me Tear me down. Go on do it. I dare you too. You've done it so many times before Why do you hesitate now? Is it because I've learned to retaliate? Is it because I can hurt you back? Well unlike you I don't mean to break you down. I don't want to make you cry. Bash me. Make me feel it. I want to feel the pain. You're silent now. It seems your hurtful words have all run out. Is it because I asked you too? Is it because I said something mean? Is it because someone else has done it for you? Abandon me, Ignore me. Go on just leave somewhere I'm used to being alone. You're still here. You stayed to hear what I have to say? Is it because I have your attention? Is it because I'll not follow anymore? Is it because you're gone to me now? I don't want to be alone, I just end up that way. Don't you dare say anything back Your justification doesn't matter to me anymore I don't have to explain myself to you. I can only hear things so many times I can only stand so much I can't last much longer. I've been crying out for help But you got it all wrong Yes, thats right You're wrong. Admit it. You never do. Say you're sorry Or I'm gone And I know you won't come back.

Re: Writers Club/Guild Link | by on 2010-03-29 07:39:26

At least I am back currently I am doing some proposals that needs my whole attention... @All- Nice poems however... I am afraid that please lessen them for this thread is for the Writers and stories... because the possibility of this thread to be locked will be higher if we do not follow that as posted on the first post seriously I got that warning -->

Re: Writers Club/Guild Link | by on 2010-03-29 12:32:04

@ Zweithander - don't worry, I'm working on starting a new poem club but Mokona kinda gave an executive decision that said it's alright to post them here... I mean poems are writing works too... Anyway I know what you mean I got worried about that too at first, but at least its only a temporary thing.

Re: Writers Club/Guild Link | by on 2010-04-01 07:08:01

Aren't poems part of writing too? And who knows where the peom thread has gone, ne? Oo Anyways, nice poems Anke! Keep it up! Another idea is we could maybe link the poem thread with this one? So, if you write it there, it would somehow be linked back to this thread, and we can all see it! ^^ But true, maybe we should be a bit more careful, if we ever get that warning or something maybe you guys can just post it on your profiles, give us a heads up and we can read it from there instead?

Re: Writers Club/Guild Link | by on 2010-04-01 07:14:28 (edited 2010-04-01 07:33:22)

Let me dig to that thread so that I can link it @ALL- the stories under my database was going fine... however I need some motivation to link them because I am ensuring that the time frame is connected to each other EDIT FOUND IT!!!! Poem Thread: Post a Poem EDIT: another teaser from my project Gilmoire of Alice: Memories of Uncertain A white haired girl that was standing at the middle of the lake, she has a white complexion she looked at me, her blueish cyan eyes *-*-* “WAIT!!!” But she did not hear me and with a blink of the eye the girl dissolved from the background as if she was being absorbed by the scenery, I was stunned for a moment *-*-* I saw something form the *-*-* A *-*-* I picked it up and *-*-* Without any hesitation I ran Then on the deep part of the forest I saw a huge mansion, on its look it somehow abandoned due to the vines that however the the surroundings were a bit cleaned *-*-* On the *-*-* The girl was surprised seeing my presence, however *-*-* The girl was *-*-* She became submissive, she surrendered herself to a some plight, she closed her eyes, I can see tears flowing from it *-*-* “I am sorry for following you, it’s not my intention to” *-*-* *-*-* “May I know your name?” The girl did not reply, however she took my hand and traced letters, I realized what those letters mean, it was very simple, a very common one “Alice?” The girl just nodded, she smiled at me without any question, her eyes really shone, truly admirable one could really thought of stealing them they were like priceless gems that one could keep and give value *-*-* “ ” “Gilmoire of Alice...” I opened the book and it was full of letters, I realized it was a diary; however I immediately closed it because it was a girl's matter and I don't *-*-* *-*-* “ALICE!!!!” With one full swing I slice the intruder's body in half, without any wasting second I reacted and attacked the rest, yes it was a bloody and vomiting moment that no one could bear But with no regrets... For the sake of Alice... For the girl of utmost purity... For the girl who became my princess The room transformed into a slaughter room, screams filled the room, the internal organs scattered, blood covered the floor and walls, mutilated body parts on random places, the place was indescribable, one could shout all foul words that the world could think of *-*-* I looked at Alice, I can see her torn up dress but But inside I trembled because she witnessed the one that I kept, yes I am one of those “devils” that she hate, the ones who put her into misery, the one who took away everything that she really hold, the thoughts of being killed by her begun to spin however, it does not have a big deal because I am one of “them”, I closed my eyes and tried mo turned around, however without any hesitation or sign of hate or grudge, she walked forward and embraced me, she cried badly, personally I don't know what was that for, however I believe that for both of us, she saw how the dark desires threatened her innocence, I released the “demon” inside of me and witnessing the two sides of reality *-*-* I carried her and returned to the mansion, I took care of he *-*-* She embraced me, something that *-*-* “Alice...” *-*-* “I shall *-*-* The pain from her body was unbearable I took my coat and covered her white delicate body and carried to a shaded place under a big tree “ *-*-* “I promised and I will fulfill it Alice... No words can describe how do I feel, I don't need to know who am I or what am” *-*-* I embraced her with all of my might, but the truth is I embraced her because I love her, the girl that who given me the light inside my dark world, despite of her imperfectness, she is the perfect and the only princess that I truly treasure, then I heard from her heart, the words that will forever give me the reason to live “I... Love... You...” With those broken words was heard, she embraced me back tightly and with our last breath we hold on as the flames devour everything, in our final plight, with all of my strength, I carried her and dashed towards the flames, nothing in mind but in our chosen fate, whether we die in this burning mansion or we live in this unjust world, it does not matter anymore, the important thing is that we are together She hugged me tightly as the burning debris fall around us, I could feel her heart beat *-*-* The floor gave in, we fell to the ground *-*-* I walked forward, in my arms Alice was resting she lost her consciousness *-*-* Black flames was circling around me, everything that near to me went decayed and turned into ashes, the people stood and *-*-* One dared to attack us but, before he could draw near, his body begun to decompose and turned into ash, during its demise we could hear it scream and panicked, he wanted to return and ask to spare his soul however its plight cannot be undone, we witnessed his decomposing body until its remains was no more *-*-* “If you care for your well being, may I ask that leave this place and forbid yourselves to enter this place, our realm,” Yes it is a teaser.... a VERY long teaser literally -->

Re: Writers Club/Guild Link | by on 2010-04-01 19:43:29 (edited 2010-04-12 04:42:36)

@ Zweithander - thanks for finding the link! and great teaser... I want to read more!!! @ Mokona - I agree with you, but if we're going to get warned for it we should probably play it safe

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