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Question of the Day: Noon or Midnight?

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Question of the Day: The Hobbit or Lord of the Rings?

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I am writing a story of my own if anyone wishes to check it out. Feel free to comment under the chapters. I will be posting them individually.

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A Posting of Poems Part 9:

#32:

The Weight of Us is
on repeat for an hour
Sad but very good

#33:

Rain falls from the sky
All day starting Wednesday morn
Gray and sad today.



#34:

Gray sky and bike ride
Nine o’clock early morning
Time to get to work

#35:

The rain may fall and
The wind may blow but there still be
Many miles to go

(From Hey Ho to the Bottle I Go by Howard shore)

#36:

Warm Sunday morning
Salmon for a good dinner
A very good sleep

#37:

Sunny Monday morn
Babysitting my nephews
3 is quite enough


#38:

Roxie is my dog
Her full name is Roxie Roo
She is very cute

#39:

Drew a picture for
The garbage picker-uppers
I hope they like them

#40:

Sunny and rainy
Kind of a cool-looking day
And morning bike ride

#41:

Very sunny day
Food to collect at bus stop
I am very tired

#42:

Last poem of month
I wish to do a lot more
But only next year

A Posting of Poems Part 8:

#21:

Building a greenhouse
Leveling and adding sand
It will be so cool

#22:

Today is Easter
Candy, eggs, and a big feast
Many dishes washed

#23:

Morning is sunny
Afternoon is very warm
Shorts weather today


#24:

Time to work all day
On our greenhouse and homework
Sleep comes after this

#25:

Practicing my flute
In Dreams from Lord of the Rings
I’m not great quite yet


#26:

School work to do all
day today, tiring things
And little free time

#27:

Merry and Pippin
Samwise Gamgee and Frodo
Favorite Hobbits

#28:

Playing a theme for my sister
The Hedwig’s Theme for Angie
I’m getting better


#29:

Crocheting a scarf
With white yarn, it will be long
Mess up and then done

#30:

Building a greenhouse
Have to get it done today
It looks very good


#31:

Look outside, gray clouds
No rain, but sort of chilly
The weather changes

A Posting of Poems Part 7:

#11:

Green trees around me
Blue skies, white clouds, and bright sun
So beautiful now


#12:

Things change over time
Like the sky and the weather
Things like you and I

#13:

Yelling and yelling
Never stopping for a breath
Finally, it stops


#14:

Close your big, round eyes
Listen to the sound of wind
Take a long, deep breath


#15:

Sitting in the woods
Sunny, grassy forest floor
Relaxing and warm


#16:

Looking up at the
Blue sky and silver-lined clouds
Eyes lose and I rest



#17:

It rains and it pours
Puddles form in the driveway
My bored face looks out

#18:

Waking from deep sleep
Sun shining through my window
Beautiful morning

#19:

Sleeping deep, dreaming
My head's under water and
Yet I’m breathing fine


#20:

Screaming and crying
My dog’s eyelid was stuck on
The other’s collar

Okay, I wrote this song for my mother. I call it Keep On Walkin'. I wrote it in like 25 minutes last night and it sounds pretty good. Tell me what you think of it!

A Posting of Poems Part 5:

The Dark Night:

The darkness fell
Like a black velvet veil
The dire wolf calls
And now begins my tale

Stuck between worlds
No one can hear me cry
My whole body curled
The least I did was try

The darkness was black
Near as pitch
You couldn’t see a crack
Not even a stitch

But something peered out
With white glowing eyes
Something with a wolf’s snout
But too great in size

It snarled but I sneered
It’s softened gaze I caught
It flinched as pain seared
For help is what in sought

I bandaged its right injured paw
It was cut from a metal net
This is the creature I saw
Before the sun had set

When the night turns
I hope we can be friends
For a companion is what it yearns
Until time itself forever ends

So when dawn goes down
Finally to day
Forever in this sound
I shall always stay

A Posting of Poems part 4:

Love:
If I have to be honest
Love to me is too disposable.
He said he had promised
But it wasn’t unconditional.
I had to be strong
Throughout the whole thing.
What could go wrong
If it came down to a ring?

Lily
by Dr. E. Bloodlust
Character Profile 2

Name: Finn Stewart Walker
Gender: Male
Age: 17

Notes: He has a scorpion tail that has a paralyzing venom that will last 2 hours. Sometimes he cannot control it. Other than that he's harmless.

Lily
by Dr. E. Bloodlust
Character Profile 1

Name: Eliv Carson Rightenger
Gender: Female
Age: 17

Notes: She can control minds, but only if she has physical contact with another person.

A Posting of Poems Part 3

Child of Mine:

Child of mine
Student of Time
Loved by all
Until thine’s fall.
Child of Time
Loved by thine
Soul will shine
Love of mine.

A Posting of Short Stories Part 7

Hello, Princess (VIII) p2:​

“If I let you slip, or couldn’t catch you, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.” My brows furrowed in confusion when Gally said this. My mind swam, diverting my attention from trying to hang on. But with a sudden lurch of the machete, I was snapped from my thoughts. Fear gripped my heart and soul with cold calloused hands.
“Five seconds,” I say, so he knew to be ready. “One… Two… Three… Four… Five!” My fear was gone and I let go of the blade’s handle. I closed my eyes and waited for the impact of the ground. It didn’t come. Instead, a hand caught my wrist, causing me to open my eyes and see again.
“Hello, Princess,” Gally greets. I look up to him and actually smile…

A Posting of Short Stories Part 6

Hello, Princess (VIII) p1:​

I look up at the stone wall as I stand at the base. My right hand held a machete at my side as I planned on how to get to the top. The ivy doesn’t go all the way up, which was a problem. I set the blade between my teeth and took hold of the greenery. I’ll show Gally.
A bit more than half-way the ivy had reached its maximum height. I mentally cursed at the wall for being so high before I gripped some holes in the stone above the ivy. There were only a few handholds. I had to think fast. The greenery was breaking from the barrier. Seconds was what I had.
“Marie, what are you doing?” I heard Winston yell. I took the machete from my mouth as the ivy gave another lurch. My ears caught the sound of running Gladers coming to see what was happening. I jammed the blade into a crack in the wall when the ivy suddenly dropped from under my feet. The boys gasp. I hung there, right hand clutching the handle of the machete. My heart was racing faster than it had when I was on the ground.
“Marie, get down from there!” Newt orders. I squeeze my eyes shut. I can’t move, I thought, and my hand is slipping.
“I can’t!” I yell. “There’s nothing but this machete to hang on to and I’m slipping!” I heard the word ‘ladder’ enter and exit the nervous chatter among the Gladers. Oh no, I say to myself, Gally will humiliate me. My eyes were still shut as it was set up next to me. Well, more like way below me and to the right.
“Marie, let go,” it was Gally, Keeper of the Builders, the one person that doesn’t like me very much. “Let go and I’ll catch you.”
“What if you don’t?” I ask. He hesitates to answer me. I look down at him. His normally stern expression was soft and worried. Why should he be scared for me? Gally could care less.

A Posting of Short Stories Part 5

Her & Him ( VIII):​

His face was battered and swollen, barely recognizable. His body, colder than ice, was going through rigamortis, stiff to the point of being immovable. He lay in a large puddle of blood. She stood feet away.
The lights of the cop cars and ambulances faded , along with the caution tape. There was nothing else there but her and him, and the puddle of blood he lay in. This had been murder.
“Who did this?” She asked aloud in a panic. Who indeed! It had just been her and him, and the traffic behind them. It was night, black as pitch --almost--, and cold. Something heavy was picked up and it was lights out for them both -- possibly--. That's how his face got that way: Battered and swollen, barely recognizable. It was only her and him in the alley, seeing nothing but blackness. Then something sharp was taken in hand to make him bleed. But not her. Maybe they didn’t want to hurt her -- possibly--. Though it was just her and him together, no one was around.
She looks down at her feet, finding a bloody two-by-four laying crookedly on the ground. She looks at her hands, seeing the switchblade and fingers covered in blood.
All she saw before the cuffs were on, was her and him, and the knife in her hand. All she saw before her demise, was her and him, and the puddle of blood he lay in.

A Posting of Short Stories Part 4

Death Remains Efficient and Majorly Severe ( VI):​

His hand was not only ice cold, but still and motionless. I felt no movement of the blood in his veins, nor a pulse in his wrist. His eyes were glazed over like Krispy Kreme original glazed donuts he used to bring home every Wednesday. Now, it only made me sick to my stomach. My breathing grew heavy, as if I had just run a marathon. Tears threatened to plummet down my cheeks. I could already feel the first stage of grief cloud my mind. The denial was setting in.
“No,” I whispered. It was the one word almost everyone speaks when someone they care about perishes. Not the one, two-syllable, seven-letter word that I will later regret not uttering to him as he crossed over. Now sobbing, I sank to the floor, denial confusing me. I felt weak. But that’s just what I am: A weak, small, invalid girl who can’t stand up for herself. He was gone…

It ( VII):​

Its eyes were twin cracked pits of endless nothingness pulling you deep, deeper, and deeper still until there's nothing left with you on the outside world. What drained from its mouth was the consistency of blood and the color darker than the blackest of ink. The veins in its face, neck and body bulged darkening past the point where you never thought it could get darker. The clothes it wore were stained from the substance and torn from unknown injuries. Its hair was dark, straight and brown, matted with blood.
The figure stood there, arms hanging at its sides, staring right into my eyes - into my soul. No one else could see it. No one but me.
Something was going to happen.
Something always does when I see this figure.
I stared right back, almost unfazed by its drawing eyes. My heartbeat quickened. I didn’t move. I couldn’t…