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AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! I HAVE NOT BEEN ON HERE IN ABOUT FIFTY BILLION YEARS!!!!!!!! SORRY, YA’LL!!!!
i mean, not that you exactly missed me posting a billion chapters every day, but . . . yeah. lol.
aaaaaanyway, i’ll be trying to post SOMEthing soon. not sure what yet.
but if it’s a story, i promise to put the chapters up sloooooooooooooooooowwwwwwlllllyyyyy.
well, hi and bye again, ya’ll!!!!!!
I’M BAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!
signed,
Myth
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Some of you WEers have been anxious for me to post something…well, here “something” is!
Haikus are easy
But sometimes they don’t make sense
Refrigerator
Yeah…that about sums it up…
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Check this out! I’ll be doing this with my novel, Poet, as soon as I can get some editing done
http://www.writingclasses.com/ContestPages/YAPitch.php
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collected poems by Miracle. AN: you may recognize Midnight. It’s the ‘polished’ version of something I posted months ago.
Proverb
Understand
that nothing can be understood
but that rain falls from clouds
whether or not it should.
Temptation
Frustrated
by the ugly creeping tendrils
of death and death and all its friends:
fear and hate, insanity and religiosity,
camouflaged pitfalls,
and wide, glittering roads to pain.
Angry
at my feeble, desperate writhing
my hesitation, my panic.
My eyes blinded from the lights,
my head pounding from the music.
Illusion. What seems so bright and loud and strong
is darkly and subtly and gently
beckoning me, calling me.
For their strength
is only as strong
as what I give them.
Their victory
depends on
my choice.
Midnight
ink stains on paper like moon in the dark
black lines like knives and like friends and like scars
my condemnation, my comfort
the poison, the cure:
a book in my hands
at midnight.
Categories: Poetry.
by Sandy
It was sunny and warm one day;
The next was eight below.
Excuse me, Summer, go away!
Make room for ice and snow.
You see, two seasons are at war;
Let’s hope the cold will win.
Winter’s been knocking at the door;
No one will let him in!
When days turn short and flowers die,
Surely we all will grieve.
But take turns! Summer, step aside!
We all want you to leave.
So don’t linger a second more;
Just let winter begin.
He won’t stop knocking at the door
Until you let him in.
We want one season at a time.
Not both of you; just one!
Sorry, Summer, but get in line,
Then next year you can come.
Seasons, what are you fighting for?
The battle’s very grim.
Winter’s still knocking at the door;
Someone, please let him in!
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by Sandy
Boys used to be gentlemen;
Girls used to be ladies.
Now it is a rare thing when
One says “Thank you” or “Please.”
Women used to curtsey,
And men politely bow.
Well, there is a big difference
Between then and now.
Girls used to wear real clothing,
And boys would never stare.
Now it is the normal thing
To show your underwear.
Yes, those were the modest days
That will not come again.
Because of the big difference
Between now and then.
When children were one bit rude,
They were spanked every time.
Now when kids are in bad moods,
Their parents let them whine.
This thing that’s called discipline
Existed long ago.
It’s gone, and that’s the difference
That continues to grow.
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Chapter one
James was cold and hungry despite the blanket he was shivering in. His two little sisters were sleeping and snuggling in the other blanket that was the warmer one of the two. He knew that his sisters would need the warmer blanket and the extra food but that didn’t mean he couldn’t feel hungry and cold.
They would have to move on in the morning. It had been three months since people had been trying to get them to an orphanage but he knew he could not let them be taken and separated.
He was about to finally drift off he saw something move. It was a boy, older then James. The boy was very quietly following a man with a fat wallet, then he plucked the purse from the man’s pocket and silently opened the wallet and took a few hundred dollars from it and slid the wallet back into the man’s pocket and silently walked of into an alleyway. He did all of this without the man noticing. The boy looked around then creeped very close to James then wispered for him to come with him.
James followed him even though his consice was yelling at him like crazy. he kept on telling his consince to be quiet but it would not listen. he has trying to keep up with the boy but he was losing him. Then he suddenly stopped and James almost ran into him he stopped so suddenly. here the boy said, and gave James two hundred dollars. then he explained why he had taken James so far to give him the money, the man could have caught me the boy explained. and you should also leave very soon. I can tell you don’t have any parents alive or have any experience at all. both are right admitted James, could you come with us? we need someone with experience to help us James added hopefully. I will think about it replied the boy. And my name is Josh. I will come tomorrow to tell you my answer.
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by Sandy (which you can easily guess by the title… )
The inspiration for this was actually Kira’s poem, not that this has anything to do with being sick, but it made me think, “Time to write a poem!”
In December, I remember
I’d write my story every day.
Cinnamon Cindy made me gay,
Glad in every single way.
On the shelf my lax self
Tossed it after a while,
Neath my poetry file,
Under a such big, fat pile.
My journal so vernal
Drama folder so rinky
My schoolwork so stinky
Made CC look quite dinky.
Now it must gather dust,
And I’ll bet a dollar
The tale won’t taller;
Editing makes it smaller.
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I am sick 
They give me
Tissues for my issues
And they give me
Get-well wishes
But you know it never works.
I just want some sodding soup.
They tell me
Feel better and they give me
Feel better letters.
But they don’t give me warm sweaters.
You know they never work.
I just want some sodding soup.
They make me
Stay in bed and keep well-read,
And they make me
Blow my nose till it’s red.
But you know it never works.
I just want some sodding soup.
When I’m sick, I feel ick,
And I want to get well quick,
But my nose feels thick
And my head…hurts.
I just want some sodding soup.
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by Sandy
Prepare yourself for a long author’s note, y’all.
If you are Artemis, Zappy, Rugby, or just some random dude surfing the internet, then don’t read this. I don’t care if you do, but it’s a sappy girl poem, so I’d advise you not to.
If you have an Obtaining Muse account, then you should watch the Film Group video that Ashden posted through my account before you read this. Because I basically have written it out as a narrative poem. The video is better than the poem (of course -i DID sorta steal their idea, but at least i’m giving them credit), so PLEASE watch it before reading this. Did I mention you should watch the video before reading this? Well, you shouldn’t read it without seeing the video. So watch the video. Like right now. Annnnnyway I felt so sad all of Saturday after seeing it (AWESOME ACTORS BY THE WAY), and then I wrote this whole thing in bed that night.
And as I said to Ashden, the only reason I wrote a boy poem that didn’t mention Mars is because I wanted it to be sad.
AND FINALLY THE POEM
We run together to the swings,
Sit and talk awhile.
The joy that moment used to bring:
Two warm hearts and two smiles.
And now I’m looking at those swings,
Thinking of back then…
That day and all those happy things
Will never come again.
I get home, start to turn the key,
Then I break down and cry.
He had been all the world to me,
Moon and stars in my sky.
And then a flashback, clear as day:
He’s on the porch with me.
We argue in the loudest way,
Then he leaves angrily.
“I’m coming over,” texts my friend…
It’s like the one from him,
The one that made my sadness end
Just before my world grew dim.
And now my heart is bleeding…
I see the story, whole;
Remember how he was speeding,
Never saw the phone pole.
My friend comes in to comfort me,
And his love is replaced
By a different kind as we
Lovingly embrace.
And right now I begin to see
That girls, too, are good friends,
Though my heart has a vacancy
That can’t be filled again.
We run together to the swings,
Sit and talk awhile.
The joy that moment used to bring:
Two warm hearts and two smiles.
by Rugby (Miracle’s little brother)
this is the beginning of my story for nano
Prologue
The world was dark ever since the battle of courage. The name of the battle did not mean that courage won it. For the darkness had won. The world quickly became evil, dark and twisted then ever recorded in history. The people lost hope in everything they had. Before the darkness had risen and attacked, the world was a happy and joyous place. Everyone was free to do what they wanted and all were happy.
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Well, everyone, I have some very wonderful news to give. MY LITTLE BROTHER IS DOING NANOWRIMO!!!!!!!!! John is a super jock in a ten-year-old’s body, who knocks over everyone in football because he’s fast and unexpected. But he’s WRITING. That’s right! Who woulda guessed it??
He’s doing a toned down version of NaNoWriMo – the Young Writers Program, shooting for 10,000 words. Which is a lot for a younger guy. His story is a science fiction with lots of action (to be expected) and 0 romance (also to be expected).
Anyway, to reward him for his awesomeness, I’m giving him an honorary membership to WE for the duration of November and December. So everyone be incredibly nice and impressed.
yay!
miracle
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Hi. Sorry about not logging on. I guess when I got the e-mail with my password and stuff I was just checking my e-mail real quick and then we had to go some where. (I do that sometimes) Then I guess I stoped checking my e-mail and completley forgot. (I do that too) Sorry, everyone!
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Dear Mother,
I’m so sorry to tell you this, but George and I will not be able to make it to your house. I have been chosen to teach summer school for fifteen-year-olds, up in Lycia itself! While this is an amazing honor, and it will help us make the money we’ve been needing since Matthew died, I won’t be able to do much of anything for the length of the summer.
However, since it takes a long time for minor’s passes to be processed in Lycia, I’ll need you to take Jamie for as long as it takes for the pass to be processed. I’ll need George to help me get settled, as he has become an adult himself, and needs no minor pass.
I’m incredibly sorry that neither George nor I can make it, but I hope that you will have a good time with Jamie, even though he has not yet Gained.
With love,
Mercy
P.S. George changed two months ago.
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hi, this is Lightning. I haven’t been on much. I don’t think Lycia will really be the name, but I can’t think of anything better at the moment. Please give me any critties you may have.
Tell me, when did your boy change? I know, as I raised many children myself, that it isn’t gradual. Magic isn’t that different from Talent, you see. I hope you don’t feel as if I’m prying, but I hope to think of myself as a friend of the family. I believe myself quite the expert on all sorts of Gainings. I rose three children personally, and although none of them had Magic, I’m certain I would be able to help you in any way.
Your boy must have my side’s blood, for my great-great-grandfather had Magic, and my great-aunt Helga, bless her soul, had it as well.
I sincerely hope that you can make it here come June. If you can’t come, please send little Georgie.
Your loving Godmother,
Malinda
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by Sandy
ok, this poem woulda been SO much better if, when i was writing it yesterday, EMPATHY HADN’T BROUGHT A CERTAIN PERSON OUT TO ME IN THE CAR AND RUINED MY TRAIN OF THOUGHT. just an idea. maybe she could like, NOT do that again.
Marshmallows, dropped in cocoa…
Alas! they never stay,
For like all the good things in life,
They, too, must melt away.
While it’s sad to see things fade,
And not come back again,
Don’t cry, my friend, for they’ll return;
Although we don’t know when.
Just like all the marshmallows
Disappear from your cup,
Many other things replace them.
Weep not, my dear -chin up!
Have you ever seen someone
Who’s crying bitter tears
‘Cause they only have hot cocoa;
The rest has disappeared?
Of course not! They get some more;
They never cry for long.
So when you lose what you hold dear,
Quit sobbing; life goes on!
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