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by V on Wed May 06, 2009 11:00 am

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by **Flaw of Insanity** on Wed May 06, 2009 11:20 am

Hell, why not just get approved ^_^

Medium (What you do most of) : Short stories
How long have you been writing? : Since RP thread I guess.
Example (Small fragment of some of your work is fine, around 200 words or below please) :

Stories... Pfft! What good could they do? Did little for me, just all false hope. Thats what a story is, false hope to grant ones mind into a world where good always wins, where no matter what the good guy survives in the end. If life...was only JUST like that, I think I would find a reason for stories. IF a story was worth telling, because it told a story of how life really worked, I would tell it. Being approached and asked to tell a story seems like a insult to me. But am I not doing it now? Well, I could say yes I was, but then I would be a hypocrite. Stories...what good have they done? The last story I told ended with someone close getting hurt. Because of a story, I have blood on my hands.

Because of a story...I have murdered.

I know it sounds a bit emo but I'm kinda into the sort of mind freak story things. It also makes a great intro to a story (<.<), although I may not have time to write anything else.

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by **Juliana** on Wed May 06, 2009 12:36 pm

Ooh aah! It's happened, it's happened! I love you

Medium (What you do most of) : Stories. Some short, some not so much.
How long have you been writing? : ...Would you believe me if I said "all of my life?" Because I remember telling a story at the age of two. And I've been recording them for about five years.
Example (Small fragment of some of your work is fine, around 200 words or below please) : I stood at the edge of the cliff, wondering if it would be such a good idea to jump. My mother's words echoed in my head: Your lives are precious. Keep them as safe as you would if you only had one. My own voice cut in here, continuing the remembered conversation. But didn't you give up your first one when you were only a little older than I am now? And she had sighed, Yes. I was new to the fighting arts, but your Aunt Mara was in danger, so I stepped in to protect her. It cost me my first life. And remember this, when you are tempted to risk a life: your body does not want to give up your soul. Dying is painful, and it's terrifying. I pray that you do not have to find this out for yourself to soon.

"What's the matter, Scout? Don't you really have nine lives, or are you just bluffing?"

I turned to face my classmate. "I am a true Ninelives, true enough that I will not undertake such a boneheaded task. My mother is thirty-five years old, and she still has seven of her lives left to her. Nothing less than the risk of a friend's life prompted her to give up the two she has lost. Now, you can believe me or not, however you choose, but I will not do what you asked."

((Author's Note: Sorry, I couldn't stop myself. It's two hundred and fifty words; is that okay? Anyway, I feel like I need to explain the situation. This is based off of a book I'm writing, sort of a look into what life will be like in the world of twenty-two years later. The speaker here is seven-year-old Mayella Violet "Scout" Ninelives Harrison, daughter of the book's hero, Rebekah Ninelives Ells, and one of the other characters R9L (Rebekah9Lives) meets on her first adventure, namely Connor Lightpaws Harrison. R9L actually describes a crucial event from the book in Scout's memory conversation from the first paragraph. If I hadn't tried to limit how long I wrote, I'd have shown Scout using her magic, too.))

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by **Winnie** on Wed May 06, 2009 6:10 pm

Medium (What you do most of) :[/b] Shortiesh Stories that end up kinda long.
How long have you been writing? : Since... er... hmm... 5 years ago?
Example (Small fragment of some of your work is fine, around 200 words or below please) :
Winnie walked down the stairs to the inn. Usually everything was normal... people behind the bar and such. Today it was empty. Nothing. She walked across the room to the door and looked out. Empty. "Hmm.." she said, as she stepped out the door, greeted by the morning sunshine. She suddenly realised it: Everyone had gone to mobius! She put on her DeathKnight* armor and ran out of the inn, trying to figure out which way Mobius was. Yesterday a messanger had come by from King Alteon annaouncing "That All Abled Adventurers Should Immedialtely Go To Mobius; For Furthur Announcement." She ran up to teh teleporter in BattleOn, and still breathing hard, arrived in Mobius. That was apparently where 90% of the town was. She pushed through crowds and crowds of people, only to find more. Suddenly she heard a farmilliar voice call out her name. Whom? She could not remember. People, shouting, all around her. Eventually she pushed out, on the other side of town. Only then did she realise that there were two people standing, one with pale skin and a red dress, the other with blue hair and he was glowing. She instantly knew one- Renn. She had seen that face long ago. Before...

*Yes, DeathKnight. You'll understand when it's done.

My stories won't have astrics (*) when their done. These are explanations.

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by Alderos on Wed May 06, 2009 6:25 pm

Medium (What you do most of) :[/b]Well i mostly will do poems and stories.
How long have you been writing? :ive been writing since about the First grade
Example (Small fragment of some of your work is fine, around 200 words or below please) :
Life is a cruel person,
You may love life ,
but get nothing in return but
hatred,
But when life has made everything at its absolute worse,
It decides to come along and help
make things for the better.

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by V on Wed May 06, 2009 10:39 pm

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by **Pyronix** on Thu May 07, 2009 7:51 am

Medium (What you do most of) :[/b]Poems
How long have you been writing? :about 6 years. XD
Example (Small fragment of some of your work is fine, around 200 words or below please) :
here is a short poem that I want to make as a wallpaper.

This world,
so cruel,
where evils rule,
full of sorrow,
full of hate,
maybe change tomorrow,
buts its to late.

however

in the dark,
among the gloom,
a spark,
something blooms.
Imagination,
our brightest light,
join the nation,
use art to burn,
and burn bright.

Am I multi artistic or what?XD

If its to short I have more.

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by zandore on Thu May 07, 2009 8:14 am

nice poem/story/thing :D

by V on Thu May 07, 2009 9:24 am

Zandore, this is the approval thread, as much as we appreciate your comment please do not post it on this thread. Thanks! :)

by Salatihel on Sat May 09, 2009 11:30 am

What do you want the most?: To rule the world
How long have you been writing?:Since i was 12 , i have won many poem contest
Example:

Our real mother.

Holy mother
Holy queen
Protect our dreams
and saves us from sins

The light shines upon your eyes
The sky is bright when you smile
whenever i need
your always whit me

Our God so your face
Pure , simple and perfect
To go to heaven im ready
However , i am steady!

i write poems since twelve
i am a man since then
You know you will save us
You know the you will rule!

I am praying while living
I am eating while thinking
i must be typing and being hyper
and sleep growing harder

After in the morning the sun shines
Suddenly all the kids while magically rise
and pray to the mother of God
the one that gives us love

THIS IS SPARTA! i yelled
THIS IS MADNESS! leonidas said
I was thinking in my holy mother
The one whit many names

Every religion whit their style
Every religion whit their believes
I will always protect my mother
for the evil that not shall win

This is an insane poem
That came from the bottom of my hearth
i wrote this whit emotion
i wrote this whit out disruptions

Not approved, its a good poem but capitalize your I's, and Whit is With, not whit. Simple stuff like that.

by **Rage** on Sun May 10, 2009 1:15 pm

Medium (What you do most of) : Anything that comes to mind; I do it all.
How long have you been writing? : Ever since I learned the English language after I moved to the United States.
Example (Small fragment of some of your work is fine, around 200 words or below please) :

Heart pounding would be an understatement. I mean, if fears and anxiety could materialize themselves into a scent, its pungency would have overpowered the billowing plumes of sulfur gases escaping the ruptures of the earth. Another tremor shook the ground; rocks beneath me began to roll, seemingly dancing to the vibrations of the mountain, before they began their plunge down the side of the ravine.

Losing my balance, I knelt down beside a porous rock while I steadied myself against the aftershock. Although I found support from this monolith, my hands, in their desperate search, only found the unforgiving edges of glass-coated holes. The pain turned out to be negligible; my ears were throbbing from the air compressions, setting in a migraine that impeded any instinctual thoughts set on survival.

So I ran. One foot pounded the ground before the other followed suit. What could only be described as a desperate race against the inevitable, my feet flew like the bats escaping from hell, chased by the burning hound nipping at my very being.

******g volcano...

Note: Actually a true story from my life. =/

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by Judge ZYellowFlash on Mon May 11, 2009 5:42 am

Medium (What you do most of) :Poems
How long have you been writing? :Since I was in first grade
Example (Small fragment of some of your work is fine, around 200 words or below please) :

In the old autumn tree I hear a sound
a sound of prayers.
As the leaves drop they sway by the wind never
ending the path of the beginning, but as I hope
it becomes motionless my hope vanishes to the deep abyss.
It falls like a shard of a pain of misery and despair.
Eventully it stops consuming the pain and suffering as the leaves
touch the ground.
A dew comes from the air as it ends the battle

(A poem about me not wanting autumn to go..)

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Note:Won my school competition

by Mash on Sun May 17, 2009 1:18 am

Medium (What you do most of): Stories and poems...
How long have you been writing: Literally? Since I was five. Poems and such? Since I was twelve.
Example (Small fragment of some of your work is fine, around 200 words or below please) :

Should the end of the world unravel,
men will become more than men.
Men will gain power like nothing else.

And should the end of the world unravel,
super-beings will rise.
Still, not defined by otherworldly power,
super-beings will thrive.

Thus, should the end of the world unravel,
a new dawn of chaos will live,
and super-beings will be born; they will die cruelly
by men more than men.
Death, all by the power of diplomatic relations.

Note: You might not get it. A lot of people might not get it, but it's a poem for a story I'm writing. It's giving a "heaven's view" (basically) of the world as it's* going on. I wish I could tell you more, but I can't.
*The plot

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by **Ryzaa** on Sun May 17, 2009 7:08 am

Medium (What you do most of) : Anything really...
How long have you been writing? : All my life :p
Example (Small fragment of some of your work is fine, around 200 words or below please) :

Today was going to be a good day, I could just feel it. Jake thought to himself as he pulled on his clothes.
Today was his 14th birthday.
He never really wanted a party, but his parents insisted.
"Fourteen years old son, it's a big thing" his father had told him.
Jake didn't think it as such a big thing, but he knew he was going to enjoy the party.
His mother was cooking downstairs; Jake could smell his birthday cake as he walked past the kitchen.
He walked outside, where he was approached by his father and his little sister Sarah. "We thought we would give you our gift before your friends arrive," said his father as he handed Jake his new phone (he wanted it ever since he saw it). Jake’s sister gave him a card that she had made herself; Jake thought it was pretty good considering she was only eight. When his mother came out with a package, in the package: clothes (typical).
Jake thanked them and walked over to his grandfather, who had been sitting in his chair on the veranda the whole time.
"What is that, grandpa?"
"This", and he handed Jake The Box.

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by **Cial** on Wed Jun 03, 2009 2:53 am

Medium (What you do most of) : Short stories/small books.
How long have you been writing? : Since I COULD write, I "Suffer" from overactive imagination.
Example (Small fragment of some of your work is fine, around 200 words or below please) :
Floss stepped to the top of the hill, a lightning storm over the snow-capped mountains on the other side that revealed the secret of DragonRunes, The valley that showed the immense power thrusting in his birthmark. He touched the burn, it glowed blue. Just below he saw the sleeping village at about 11:00 at night. He leaned over to catch a better view of the town, as he did, the ledge below his feet crumbled, and he was thrown down the mountain to the edge of the town, he awoke and read the sign “Battleon” That couldn't be right, he had seen on his map this was “Tibattleonia” suddenly nothing was quite right. He couldn't believe what happened. How could his ancestors be so clueless as to misname a town? Could he have stumbled into some alternate reality? And most importantly WHERE was he? These questions swirled in his mind, as they did, he gripped the rune on his belt “To FalconReach” He whispered, and he was off. Back in his home town, he froze. He needed help, he needed a TEAM to help him solve the mystery. But first, he called his dragon, Valor. Rune travel was to be used sparingly, it could damage TIME itself.

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