Your own poems and real short stories.

[Helén]

This is for all of you that write your own Poems. I thought you coould have the chance to post them here to share them with all of us.

Comments I think we could have a special thread for - so this one's only for reading the poems or very short stories.

They can cover any subject you want. They can be serious or comic, sentimental or harsh.

But please remember - no comments here. That's for the next thread. And if you critizise - be constructive - not to bring anyones efforts down. Use a decent language. Poems and shortstories contains often very much of a persons soul.

Now enjoy all beautiful things that will eventually be posted here.

:classic:

Here's the link to the replies thread for this!
http://forums.worldsims.org/showthread.php?s=&postid=10733#post10733

[FaeLuna]

This is one of mine that got published. :)

A night blooming blossom
spreads its petals to the starlight
drinking moonbeams in its open throat
as it sighs its fragrance
into the velvet darkness

-Elise April 6, 1996

[Emidio]

Hope you all like it! (big, but nice! read!)
__________________________________________________


On the start of the XIX century, on a house in a far away city of Europe, lived a little girl called Erica.She was blond and had her little 11 years. In fact, nobody knows the country she lived in.

Her town had less than 200 people. Everybody knew everyone. Although it was a small place, she loved to live there with her parents and her aunt. Her parents, Marta and Robert were very friendly and loved the girl so much. They used to possess a lot of money.

It was a dark and rainy saturday night. It was a big room. Large walls and ceilings, decorated with the most beautiful and shining velvet. The floor was made of wood, and the hall could be seen through the main door. The stairs were made of oak wood, and with gold details. Robert was sit on his couch in front of the fire, smoking with calm. The fireplace was made of italian marble, and it was shining with the light. In front of his couch, a Bear rug, wich he had hunted by his own. On the side of the couch, on a green and red velvet armchair, Marta was reading her book. She was having a good time. Her glasses, made of pure gold, showed the power of the Mandson family.

The thunders were perfect for a horror movie, and the storm was getting even bigger and bigger.Erica was in her room, probably sleeping. It was very late for a child to be awaken.

Belinda, her old and mad aunt was appearently in her room. She hated the Mandson. She was Marta's sister, and wasn't ever happy to know that she didn't got the money of their father. Marta was powerful. Had money, everything. She was a very jealous person.

Of course Belinda's first priority was to get all the money from the Mandson's. She had the opportunity and time to steal it. She had seen some times before Marta hiding the money into a place down the dining room. It was a secret room that was under the table. The gold bars and money were hidden there.

It was far from the living room, and she could perfectly do the job. She had time and opportunity.

She preferred the hard way to possess everything. The thunderstorm was getting bigger and higher.Going down into the first floor, she went smoothly as a cat, and....

On Sunday morning, the Mandson's were found dead. Aunt Belinda was crying together with Erica. The poor child was sad, and the tears were falling from her face. The fancy and black funeral was in a sunny day. The house's butler was the one that contracted and found a decent cemetery where the couple could rest in peace.

The judge decided that the money needed to stay into Belinda's hand. The death cause? An overdose of aspirin. That was the judge said. There was no external sign of hurt or any "damage". As the most close relative, she had the right to keep the money. And she did.

On Monday morning, Belinda could have the official document of the money possetion. She promissed Erica to give her everything she needed. Erica sadly got trough the main hall and reached the front garden. It was a very beautiful garden. Roses were everywhere, and she could see the iron and full of details gate. The bushes were cut by an expert gardener. His name was Theo. He looked as a nice guy, and always was on time to do his work. He didn't bother anyone, and when he finished the work, calmly went away and said bye and thanks to everyone.

Erica said the guy a sad hi. He answered with a happy one. Erica went to play in the playground in the backyard, and cryed so much hurt and sad tears. Her heart was in pain. She was drowning on her own tears.

Decided to go out and look for help, she cleaned her face and went to find Edward. He was another millionaire son, and had much power
and money. He was older, and for Erica's luck, his father was a detective. In fact, the only detective in the whole town.

Talking to Edward, she was lead to Thomas Burkin. Thomas was the only and bright detective on the entire town. He was very competent too. Erica asked for help, and as soon as he could, Thomas would verify the crime scene. He had a strange face. A long nose, and a big forehead. His eyes were brown, and he used to have a clock on his pocket.

Erica decided to come home, and to stay with her aunt, although she didn't like it. Opening the big and brown wood door, she heard an evil laugh. She could feel on her soul that her aunt was liking it.
She passed through the living room, and went to her bedroom. It was a child bedroom. In fact a girl's. Everything was pink, and she found her clothes and toys the way she let the last time she went there. A picture of her mother was in the wall, and for a moment she could feel her mother presence in the room. She sat on her bed, and a small tear fell from her face.

That tear was the one that brighted her memory and her mind. She decided to sleep to see if the night would pass faster, so the other morning would come. This way she would be able to follow the investigation. She hugged her little stuffed Teddy bear and tried to fall asleep.

In late night, Erica had a dream. It wasn't bad. She could feel in a world of happiness and safety. She saw Marta and Robert together. They said to her to don't be scared and to keep up on that way. She would found the real truth. In a warm hug, they got away from each other. And the couple started to get further and further. She could feel the warm hug and the sensations.

Erica woke up with a bright light on her face. It was the sun. She woke up anxious to start the investigation, and when coming to living room, she found Thomas. He was examining every single part of the room. And he could see at that time what happened with the couple. He decided to tell the truth.

Belinda was really intented to murder the couple. She got a hunting knife on Robert's wardrobe, and went down the stairs to kill one and after the other. As soon as she entered the room, she saw the two bodies. They were already dead. There were just one person left that could commit the crime. Yes. He gave the couple a cup of tea with poison. Just HE had acess to such things. Just HE could kill both.

The murder was the family butler, James. James wanted to have the money of the family, the power and to be recognized. Although, he saw Belinda coming and then he decided to share the whole money in half. And they did it.

Belinda assumed the position of aunt, but didn't mean anything to Erica. The 2 were arrested and Erica was at least in peace. She couldn't be alone, so her Grandmother went to live with her. At least she could have a tea and her ginger bread cookies. The best tea she ever had

[Droz]

Heres something that I wrote a year ago, before I realized that I like mixing colors more than words:

Two decades ago we were fighting against war,
for we should not strike out against terrorist attacks;
Two years ago we were fighting against prayer in schools,
protecting our freedoms from each other;
Two months ago, it happened and the terrorists we didn't want to fight
have given us no other possibility;
It happened and we promoted prayer in the schools
and nation-wide moments of silence;
It happened and we banded together in a great monument
to America's unity and strength;
And two days ago we celebrated Halloween and dressed,
not as ghouls, but as the greats;
This Halloween we had policemen and firefighters
instead of death, gore, and murderers.

[Helén]

-- Removed on Nina Kanina's request --

[PhilipTarbuck]

That was very good, Nina.

[timz2rules]

oh why not, heres a poem i wrote for english last year :p

Thoughts



All these thoughts I think and dream.
All the horror and death like in a horror movie
Why do I get these thoughts?
What have I done wrong?
Was it that last thing I did?

All's I know is that I did something wrong.
What is happening to me is my girlfriend hates me
My family is turning against me and so are my friends
It is like I'm consumed by darkness like in a bottomless pit
Dark colors are becoming more and more my favorite thing

Sometimes I feel almost morbid, like death is hung on every wall
Fear is always around me like the Grim Reaper hovering over me
I have just now begun to try and hide it
I act all nice and cheerful around my friends
But inside I'm as mean as the Devil himself

I also hide it in my music and on my computer
I listen to my music ignoring the fear and hate
I play war games and enjoy taking some of the pain out there
Yet no matter how hard I try, I can't ever stop them
They always come and wont leave, will someone tell me what I did to deserve this?

i say it sucks :p

[Helén]

-- Removed on Nina Kanina's request --

[starchip]

This is a poem I wrote when I was taking my GCSE in English

Speaking In Tongues

She spoke the languge of the sand.
Her rasping fricatives carved raw sounds
in the air between us:Her sibilants slid
as though trapped inside an hourglass;
purple grains timed her voice as it grazed
the surface of my skin,bedding against
my skull like a thin film of moss.

I answerd in the language of water.
Let my vowels flow to fill the empty space
inside his plosives, claiming every corner
like the sea among rocks,
releasing his vibrant breath suddenly –
a magnolia of meaning,
a rare song in unison with the wind
and the moon.

[Emidio]

Everyone's making poems so i made my....


Brake up


I felt his arms
Touching mine
And making me feel die

He slammed the door,
I had no choice,
A sad cry
When he passed by

[...Alone...]

Feeling lonely, painful
No heart, no soul

[...Anymore...]


If i had a chance
I would explain
That the night that passed
Was just a big lie

[Emidio]

If i can,
I don't know...
Where am i going, for who i'm going to?
I run to your arms,
I want, I follow you,
Everywhere you go

If one day
You'd say
[that you want me]
I'll answer as someone that doesn't see age.
But heart and love.
The wish, the passion.
I feel in your soul,
In your spirit,
In your heart

If one day you want me,
In the same way and with the same love,
I wouldn't repeat all again.

I won't commit the same mistake,
To tell in this mirror how much
I love you

[Helén]

-- Removed on Nina Kanina's request --

[Helén]

Tess. You have inspired me so much. You have given me so much understanding about not only a lot of things in general but also about myself. Things I've never understood before, that have haunted and harrassed me for years. This poem is dedicated to you. It's not at all that good. You deserve much better, but I hope it will give you a little something at least. Thanks Tess.

Shadows of Darkness

-- Removed on Nina Kanina's request --

4 December 2002.

[lewdini]

Nice work Ladies...we can have some literature lessons here

[Helén]

Thanks Lew :classic:

Just a reminder to all readers that wants to give a comment on anything in here. All comments goes into this thread

http://forums.worldsims.org/showthread.php?s=&threadid=453

Critics thread for poems and shortstories

And post your own as well!!! :classic:

[sugar_junkie]

kz,i'm back again ta cause more havoc around here :p lol,i wrote another poem,hope yall like it

Ray Of Light

As the clouds come
And cast darkness upon my days
I know the sun still shines in many ways
The rains pour and pour
The thunder booms more and more
But the sun's still shinin
Big and bright
No matter how big the storm
Theres always a bit of sunshine ta keep ya warm
Where there's death
There's life
When there's tears
There's joy
When you finally see what luv can mean
You'll find it outshines everythin
And even during the darkest storm
There's that ray of light
Guidin us on
And that still shines on
With its power and might
Everyone in a storm will be allright...

omg,i just realised howsappy this is...lol,happy valentines day btw :p

[ss8goku]

ok this is relly short but here it is anywayz


Summers here!
Another year
we'll say goodbye,
it's time for us to part.
But we'll remember eachother
and keep eachother in our hearts.

well there ya go nina keeped tellin me to put it here lol she wouldent stop :D

[sugar_junkie]

great work goku!! :D congrats :D

[Phoenix Ravenflame]

The Inner Child

Where waterfalls are silent,
Yet continue with dancers' grace...
Where unicorns still run at night,
And the moon in a giant pearl in space...
Where the faerie and the leprechan
Still dance amongst the trees...
Look with the heart, not with the eyes,
And there you will find me.

I am the story your mother told
While sitting by your bed.
I'm every wish you ever wished,
Every dream inside your head.
I am the voice on the wind
That softly whispers your name.
I am the shadow in the corner
That left you not quite the same.

Remember the friend no one could see
That thrilled you as a child?
Remember the movie star you adored;
So glamorous, so wild?
Remember the whale you caught that day
While fishing in the creek?
Remember the secret language
Only you could speak?

The monster under the bed...
He was my country kin.
The flicker in the candle flame...
I was raised by him.
The mountain you swore you'd climb one day...
Therein lies my home.
The open fields of memory...
This is where I roam.

Open your eyes and look around
And do not be afraid.
You have earned another look
At glass slippers and Rupunzel's braids.
Now when you awake, this will be
Just a dream we spent
In the sacred forest of the heart,
Dancing in the gypsy's tent.

Celleigh Earle
June 12, 1999

[Phoenix Ravenflame]

I have Bipolar Disorder, and the Phoenix represent going through the cycles of it for me. That's also what this poem is about.

Cycle

I have seen this pile of dirt and ash before.
I have waited for the blistering winds of a merciless desert
To become the winds of night that caress while coyotes howl.
I have prayed that the wind will not scatter the ashes,
For from them forms a garnet, a blood red gem of royalty.
This will be my home, my mother's womb.
This garnet nestled in a bed of ash will crack and shatter one day
And I will break free, spread my wings, and soar into Heaven.
I will have my moment of glory, my day in the sun,
And like Icarus, I will fly too high, I will fall too far.
They say the brightest falme burns fastest,
So I know my moment will be brief.
I shall kiss the sun in a moment of joy,
But it shall give me the kiss of Judas,
And I shall know the pile of dirt and ash again.

February 22, 2003

[Helén]

A reminder :classic::
All comments goes into this thread:

http://forums.worldsims.org/showthread.php?s=&threadid=453

[sugar_junkie]

ok i got a poem but i dont have a title for it :p oh well :p

I cut
To feel
I curse
To reveal
My world
Is gone
Who's gunna
Carry me on?
I love
I hate
I make
Such stoopid mistakes
The truth
I lie
All i wanna do is die
Can you hear me?
I cant

ok that was short and nonsensical,lol,sowwy :p

[Jake]

Here is bout the only poem type thing i've written that i can still have and aint ashamed of. it aint very good tho, but i thought i'd torture you guys wid anyway

Sorrow

When you look at this person you get the feeling of great sadness and hopelessness, as if you are looking into a black hole. Their hair is smooth and black, like silk. Their expression might have one that looks like they are carrying some great weight, or it maybe pain, or even anger - as if “Why me?” If you look into their eyes, you see not only helplessness and hopelessness but also great pain. Pains that you can not even begin to imagine, unless you have gone through the exact same thing and felt sorrow as great or greater than theirs. Head is usually down, shoulders drooping, and eyes downcast. Walking slow and shuffling, as if there is not much point in it. In fact, they don’t see much point in anything. Most of the time they are either crying, or feeling like crying. If they were a color, they would be dark shades of gray, but mainly black. Nothing bright is about them. On a bright sunny day, if you really look at them they seem to suck in the sunlight making it sort of seem like no light shines from them. The only thing they taste is the taste of tears that are sucked in by their halting breath when they are crying. The only things you hear from them are the slight quick breaths, near hyperventilating.

[sugar_junkie]

ok i dont have a title for this one either,just wrote down my thoughts...

In a corner
Filled by darkness
I sit and stare
Metal rusted chains
Around my body
Oxygenis runnin out
Theres no more light
The prison walls are stronger than my will
I cant fight it
I'm stuck
Theres no light
No food
No water
No happiness
Just tears,blood,mould and dirt
This box is consumed by darkness
I had the key
But i lost it
Thertes no way out
I gotta find it to get out....

[lewdini]

that sounds a bit gorey

[PhilipTarbuck]

I also have a bipoolar problem which, fortunately for me, is not so bad. My son has a worse problem. If a person says that they have no problem don't believe them, but don't ask them what it is.

Now for my 'poem':-
One evening in October, when I was one third sober,
and carrying home a load with manly pride
My poor feet began to stutter, as I lay down in the gutter,
and a Pig came up and lay down by my side.
Then we sang 'its all fair weather when good fellows get together'
till a lady passing by was heard to say
'You can tell a man who boozes by the company he chooses'
And the Pig got up and slowly walked away.
(by Benjamin Hopgood Birt - a 1933 song (a very very good year)

[Billie]

Whisper

A whisper so quiet
No one hears it,
A whisper so soft
Only the leaves can feel it,
A whisper that holds
O such a promise
It can't be held back.
A whisper that can
Change lives
So completely,
Should be heard
But, we all ignore it.
And it stays
A simple whisper.

[PhilipTarbuck]

But I wonder what was actually said, Billie?
I remember a teacher of drama trying to teach me how to whisper in such a way that every word would carry right across the hall, and also without strangulating myself in the process. I never did learn.

[hataz_gon_hate]

wow, i have the chance to hear everyone's philosophy...

[timz2rules]

all very good poems and short stories...we all have very active minds here :)

[Sasile]

I have to agree with you there Tim... these are really good and i've enjoyed reading them. Keep up the good work guys and if you all have anymore to share please feel free!

[OinkUsed2BABunny]

well since this is your forum, i think i should post something here to revive it a bit, Sassas. sorry if i dont have any poems or stories to put up but i'm not much of an artist. come back and post more, for our sake, Sassas! :p

:bunny:

[Sasile]

hey jonjon! do you post here a lot?

[OinkUsed2BABunny]

Lookit me post count, Sassas. Whacha think? ;)

[PhilipTarbuck]

Woman is by aptitude
destined to servitude;
extremely cruel and proud
she's by no reason cowed;
of her dowry boastful
of each good way neglectful
of idle paths she's heedful.
etc....
(Anon)

[PhilipTarbuck]

When I am dead
Cry for me a little
Think of me sometimes
But not too much.
Think of me now and again
As I was in life
At some moments it's pleasant to recall
But not for long.
Leave me in peace
And I shall leave you in peace
And while you live
Let your thoughts be with the living.
(Anon)

[OinkUsed2BABunny]

Ooooooh, morbid.

[Shar_Teel_2222]

2 things. 1) Your link (http://forums.worldsims.org/showthr...s=&threadid=453) will not work for me. 2) I have a few storys and some are a little blood flow (and heads getting cut off) is that the kind of story that will be "removed" from this page.

P.S I do have other storys with less blood but I think may be "removed" as well (there are no bad words and no real people named there all about a elf)

[OinkUsed2BABunny]

Argh, Elves! You know posting about Elves is directly against the board regulations! No posting about Elves. :p

[afropower234]

Heres a short story I wrote hope u like it


THE MOVE

It was June 12 and 3 more days until school was out. As I sat there looking at the clock waiting to get home, I start to think about Jordan and how she's about to move. When the bell finally rings I march towards the bus and wait until I get home. I then go over to Jordan's house to find out that she had already moved.
I was so mad so I gathered up my backpack and ran to the counselor's office. He just simply told me to relax and that Jordan would keep in contact. "Don't lose it Mike" I told myself. When I got home I was surprised to see the back door open. I ran to the back to shut it and I found a towering electric door. I went in and found a panel of buttons. AN automated voice told me to press a year that I liked and she would take me there. I closed the door and pressed 1995. She took me back to my first crush. I was so excited and I then ran to Ashley and gave her a hug. In the original 1995 I had a crush on Ashley but I blew it by spreading rumors about her. I told her I liked her and wished that she liked me and left, but before I walked away, she came up to me and kissed me. I then stumbled back into the electric tower to see how that affected the future. Not much though, I had lost a best friend though and I was still dating her but nothing to drastic. I then ran to the fridge and picked up a soda. It made me feel a need for a rush, so I ran to the machine and punched in 3456 the year. I did not know I would be staying. In the future there was not a time machine set up and so when I arrived and saw the angry mob approaching I tried to turn back but they closed in. Closer and closer until I could smell the foul breath of the strangers. I then felt several sharp blows in my left side by my heart and my outer extremeties getting really cold. As I fell to the ground clutching my side all I could think was "Why did you leave me Jordan?" I fell to the ground, rolled up to a curl and asked "Why did you kill me?" I was warped back to the real world and surprised to find myself trapped behind a padded door and I had acquired a new piece of clothing: a straightjacket.

[suitemichelle]

creative afro, But I'm old school and like paragraphs. It makes it easier for old ladies to read.

[afropower234]

O.K. Michelle, I just couldn't get my computer to accept the paragraphs and every time I made a new paragraph it reset all to one big story like u see.

[Sasile]

oh so now using paragraphs is old school? lol does that mean i'm old? lol

JonJon.... i like elves... why can't we post poems about elves?

[afropower234]

here's sumthing i wrote, i hope u like...

Friends

It was a cold December day when Mychal was walking home from school. On his way he came across this homeless person. When he said "hi" and gave the man a quarter he noticed that more and more appeared. As he vowed never to take this route again he ran closer to his home. When he got to the corner of 5th and 8th he decided that he would take 8th instead of 5th. The homeless people got lost and finally stopped chasing him. At the time he viewwed them as dirty and avoided talking to any homeless people ever again. When he got home his mom and dad were standing out on the porch. When he went up to them and sked them what was wrong and they said the home and all the contents were being re-poed and they had to either live on the street or give him up. They chose to live on the street. He forgot that he just ran away from a mob of homeless people on 5th and 8th and told his dad that was a perfect place to live. Everything went fine until day 5. First his mom said she was going to get some firewood. She took a torn blanket and said se'd be back. She never returned. About a week later his dad left to find his mom. He never returned. Finally Mychal went out to find his parents. Someone called his name and told him to go in the big brown building. When he went in he saw not only his parents' bodies but thier souls also. As he inched closer his life began to flash before his eyes. Before he knew it he ws laying down and a big homeless person began to unzip himself. When he was completely unzipped he noticed the homeless person wasn't homeless at all! It was his dad! As his dad drew ever so closer he began to breathe heavier. Outside a passer-by happened to be strolling by when he heard the terrible sound of a person screaming in agonizing pain. The passer-by wandered into the building, asked what was going on and Myke's dad said "never treat anyone less reich than you different cause they might just kill ya!

END!!!

[PhilipTarbuck]

If ever I get to Heaven
Please, Peter let there be
Purring by the Golden Gates
A cat, to welcome me.

By crystal fountain, clear and cool
I'd like a place to stop
To watch a languid pussy paw
Curl out to catch a drop.

And if an angel feather
Drifts gently down from space,
Surely there'll be a kitten there
To whirl in frenzied chase.

But if, in Heavens great Mansions,
For a cat there is no room,
Then Peter, Lock the gates again
I'm going straight back home.

Winifred Joyce Girt (1920 - 2003)

[mangrovejane]

Crying, crying
Can't stop
I'm lost again and I
Don't know how to get back.
Throw me a lifeline and I
Don't know how to catch it
Something inside me is
Leaching away and when I
Look all I see is Pain replacing
Spirit
Dark, dark pit with
Sharp, sharp teeth
Claims me and
I let it
What's the use in
Fighting anymore?
This is where I keep coming back to.
Just when you think you have left this place
Behind, you
Look around and
Realise you are still
There.

[Shar_Teel_2222]

Originally posted by Sasile
oh so now using paragraphs is old school? lol does that mean i'm old? lol

JonJon.... i like elves... why can't we post poems about elves?

I make storys with elves (I'll post one now)

“ I want you to kill a mage called Malthor .” Brox said leaning back in his seat “ He’s being to helpful to the city guards by helping find assassin's .”

“ Just tell me where and how slow .” Jade started to stand

" Your going to have help ,he’s a new human to the group called Molf ."

“ More humans.” When through Jade mind as she remembered her elvin mother being killed by Brak while a human held her . “ His waiting out side for you .”

“ As you wish .” Jade left thinking of a way to kill the fat half-orc after the mage .

As Jade walked out side she heard a voice call out “ What’s the rush .”

“ I have a job to do .” She stopped , turned and said “ If you can’t keep up then I’ll kill him on my own Molf .” Turned and started walking .

Brak started walking faster to keep up and started talking about him self “ It’s hard growing up in the poor part of town begging and then taking what I need to live day to day but hay I’m alive and a little better of then others .”

“ Ok this is the plan you go in first and keep him on his tows while I go around the back of him and kill him ok .” Molf was looking at Jade and she nodded and started for the door . Opening the Jade walked in with Molf flowing they went up to the first floor and faced Malthor who was waiting .

Malthor was working on a new spell that was not working out but the cuss words the mage was saying . Jade hit the top steep as Malthor turnd to see her .

“ Time to die mage .” Jade said as she pulled out a crossbow from under her cloak , but before she was able to fire there was the feel of a dagger at her throat as Malthor walked up and stopped less the two feet away smiling

“ Looks like the little assassin is the one going to be killed by the target .” Molf was sent to kill her not the mage

“ Do it .”

That was all the time needed for Jade to kick Molf and open her pack to send out an Imp .

“ It’s time .”

She fired a bolt that hit the Malthor in the arm turned and slit Molf’s throat ‘ To bad .’ Walking passed her Imp who was pushing the bolt slowly out the other side , Jade grabbed the ax on the wall walked over and cut Malthor’s screaming head off ‘letting the blood poor’ on the floor . She placed the head in a bag with thick padding made for heads .

“ One more thing then were off Imp .”

Jade grabbed her dagger knelt down and cut out Brak’s eyes and placed them in a small bag “ One less Human in my way .”

“ Lets go Imp .” Jade said at the door out .

“ Why do I have to do your bidding hmmmmmm .” The Imp floated with he’s arms crossed .

“ I can return you to your old master .”

“ Coming .” And with that thay left going back to the hide out but this time Jade wanted ‘more then’ gold she want to get her mothers killer .

Jade walked into the room where Brox the Half-orc was seating ,eating . Brox was near the end of a raw wild pig when Jade dropped the two bags on the table . Brox opened the big bag and said ‘without’ looking up

“ I see you have her little head good work .” Shocked Brox look up to see Jade looking down at him .

“ How did you do it you little Elf .”

“ Like this .” And with that Jade fired two bolts that pinned his hands to the table walk behind Brox and said in his ear

“ This is for my mother .” Jade then pulled out her dagger and slit his throat and left to tell the Imp his master is dead and if he want he was now free .

THE END

[afropower234]

Imps scare me.

[wize_guy123]

Ill make it a lot easier for you so you dont have to scroll that far down

MY STORY (http://www.fictionpress.com/read.php?storyid=1221550)

MY POETRY (http://www.poetry.com/) but search my name Marion, Nicholas

[TheCrow21]

ooooo, this is pretty interesting, i enjoy writing books, but never really get much time to do it, but short stories will do even better :D.

Lets see, i think i have one at the back of my unused brain :rolleyes:.

Chris Hackton had a very prejudice look on the world, he thought that the only way a person could be good would be if they were exactly the same as him.
One day Chris went to a bar and there was a bomb scare, but he wasn't bothered because he idiotically kept explaining to people how most bomb scares are just black men thinking they're big trying to scare people.
So Chris strided into this bar and asked for drink, he then gave a long explanation to the bartender on how foolish asians are these days. The bartender was not amused as he explained his family origin leads back to Asia and countries around that region, Chris merely laughed. However Chris' laughter was soon broken by a man smashing in screaming,
"I have a bomb in this suitcase! Nobody move!" as the man hung a suitcase in the air.
"O dear God!" Chris exclaimed as he jumped to the floor. Then the bartender stood up,
"Get down man! I don't wanna have to use this!!!" the terrorist commanded,
"make me" the bartender insisted,
"Get down you Asian *******!" Chris screamed at the top of his voice as the bartender looks towards Chris and a tear rolled down the side of his cheek,
"leave me alone ok!?" the bartender cried as he revealed a detonator from under the counter and squeezed his thumb down aggressively on the trigger.
The explosion echoed for miles and no survivors were found.

Sorry if that seemed a little bad, but i'm not that good with short stories, lol, also sorry if it was a little depressing but i prefer things realistic ;).

[TheCrow21]

Woops, went a little over the top with the swearing, sorry :eek:

[FinalFantasy4ever]

This was written to me by my best friend today during her 6th hour class. It's not really either a short story or a poem but it's a song. I asked her to write me an email but it turned into this for some bizzarre reason instead hehe.
Cows, they just go moo
oh why oh why cannot Alyssa moo too?
The sun shines down
upon the earth all around
but still still, to my boo
Alyssa cannot moo
she can purr, or yes she can
(and it doesnt even involve a fan)
but oh, boo
Alyssa cannot moo

(Chorus) [ next paragraph is chorus]
moo, moo,
its not hard to do
moo mooo
why can't she do it too?

[next verse now]
Oh she is sad
she feels so bad
her mooing
has recieved booing

(Chorus)
She'll never moo
but no more boos
because
Alyssa
bought



A COW!

[TheCrow21]

A quick poem i wrote for a friend of mine.

Don't look into the dark, and hide in fear forever
Time and time again you hide, never broken from your tether
If you could ever figure out, to face the one who shadows you
I'd be there to help you do it, there to help you through
The man that enters your doorway everyday, he haunts your dreams infinite
He knocks the house door, forgot the keys, you continue to let him in it
He looks at you and fakes his joy, his eyes as red as fire
The punishment you went through, it could even inspire
But this is not a happy thought, a thought of sadness and hate
Yet everyday you let him in, falling for the bait
One day you could not take much more, you let your torture end
But no matter what happens or what we went through, you are my best friend

[acorna233]

That's a very touching poem.I think you should write more.

[TheCrow21]

Thanks, i'll do so when i get some spare time, always busy these days, busy busy busy, and i still can't find my mysteriously disappeared sims 2? :p

[BlindClarity]

That night I learned to dance.

Disjoined legs merged,
whilst jiving against the, click clack,
Of that irksome kaput shutter.

Couldn’t shut out piss,
much less rivulet trickled from the tacks
Grandpa’s aged sandpapered bones put them in

which made it leak worse.

He would have died if he seen
Jazz salivate through petite
serrated thighs
while the choir comes
in with a cynical
Hallelujah

Error.
Those legs forward bent.
While shuffling among the four point
Three part of half myself
Techo scorched
other halfs
Bare

[Odinmoon]

Twenty Four Hundred Hours

Clang, Clang, Clang
and the buildings go up.......
Bang, Bang, Bang, rivets and sweat
Growing and growing, like a funeral
pyre.....
Ever higher, ever higher

Tap, Tap, Tap,
the office worker, working hard and
harder and harder. Doing that and doing
this, mourning, day, night and after, time and
time and time to go home, home home,
home, home.

Clang, Clang, Clang.
Timber and steel.........Train is late and
later again.
Technology turning night time to day.
The game is in play.
The game is in play.
And now i sit with life all before me,
Looking through glass of railroad and steel.
Growing numb.
Growing numb.
Day has come.
Day has come.
Mourning and night all over again............
Clang. Clang. Clang.
Bang. Bang. Bang.

Copyrite Terry Johansson

[Helén]

All my former poems was removed on my request. I had my reasons for that - good reasons too. but those reasons are wiped out now. :) So hereby I give you this, which tells you a lot about me actually and about my life and a few why's. "They" most of the times are specific people - but I would never reveals who they are.

They!

They thought I was bad
They thought I was mean
But how wrong weren't They.

They thought I was a fool
They could trick anywhere
But They didn't know

I'm just the one I am
Not to mean or bad
They never gave a thought

To what I thought
To what I meant
They just didn't care

They thought they always knew
They thought They were always right
They always held me down

In the mud I crawled
I perished and I wept
In my loneliness They gave

I wasn't worth a ****
I wasn't good enough
They always said so.

I had no value, no life
I had no will left at all
Because They kept me down

They wanted this
They wanted that from
What They thought I was

But today I know
That They were wrong
I live My life at last

I am me, no one else
I have value as I am
I don't need Them at all.

I’m good enough as I am!

[Shadow]

I don't write poetry usually but I have written a few short stories. I put the links all on this page..

My Writings (http://pinkimoen.com/stories.htm)

[Sim2 Rox da World]

I was at TAFE for a holiday program which ran for 1 week. I had been to two before but this time it was different, something was wrong seriously wrong, I had know idea of what trouble could happen when and where this trouble could or would begin I didn’t have clue, I just assumed that I was nervous and this strange event would happen some other time, I thought nothing of it and with nothing to worry about there seemed no point in thinking about this troublesome problem anymore.

The day started off with orientation, after that everyone went to their assigned ‘home’ rooms to drop off their bags and meet everyone in their ‘home’ room. I was in the last room where it was extremely noisy. I was glad when I walked into the room that no one noticed me because I just wanted to tune out from all the noise and just read a book until this whole process of introducing ourselves was over. Suddenly the door next to me opened and a teacher walked in, I thought she was going to be the “home” room teacher, but she just insisted that the group in front of me keep quiet or at least talk in whispers, plus the fact that she yelled at everyone to sit down and keep quiet.

The teacher saw me and told everyone that they should all be quiet like me everyone turned around in their seats and stared at me like I was some kind of carnival freak show act, I was embarrassed, no worse I was mortified. Finally, the ‘home’ room teacher arrived and said his name was Mr Andrew Thornton, but we were to call him Andrew.

The day went fine with nothing eventful going on but the next day would possibly hold some secrets that didn’t need to be dragged up as far as I was concerned, but then the horrible foreboding feeling came over me like a ton of bricks, just as I walked through the door to go and eat somewhere quiet everyone started yelling and screaming at teachers and other students, the noise started getting to me so I decided to sit outside because it looked so peaceful, When I finally found a nice spot in the sun outside, I was just about to start eating my lunch when a piercing scream rang out, I decided to ignore it as I thought the scream was related to the food fight which had just been disrupted mid fight because the teachers noticed people were injured from where I was sitting I could see people with berries in their eyes and a lot of people with really bad food allergies who unfortunately got caught in the cross fire, the scream happened again but this time it was closer and not from inside as I first assumed. I went to see what had happened, as it was probably nothing and the teachers were busy inside trying to calm people down and ushering injured or sick people to the sick bay. I got up to see if the teachers were needed, soon I came to the corner where I thought the scream had come from, once I arrived I couldn’t see anyone around, so I headed back to my spot to start eating my lunch, as soon as I turned around the courtyard in a matter of seconds had turned into some sort of noisy sportsground, I decided to try and sit inside to get away from all this noise but when I got the nearest door it was locked so I went round the courtyard testing all the doors but for some reason they were locked and I was stuck in this noisy place with no quiet place in sight as far as the eye could see, since I couldn’t get in I attempted to befriend some people nearby but they just moved away laughing their heads off as if someone had said something really funny, I ended up alone in the furthest part of the left hand side of the courtyard, where I could only just see people if I strained my neck, the benefit was that no one could see me and nothing could hit me in the head or so I thought.
I had just sat down when a rouge tennis ball and three badminton bats came flying towards me, I dodged the badminton bats with seconds to spare but I was not so lucky with the tennis ball which had somehow made it’s way across the courtyard to hit me in the head.

When I got up to throw the tennis ball back I checked to see if everyone else was still sitting in the courtyard since I couldn’t see the clock and I had left my watch in my bag back in the home room, out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw a shadowy figure lurking around the courtyard, someone tapped me on the shoulder but when I turned around to see who it was no one was there as I turned I dropped my book which hit the floor with a loud thud which seemed to ring out in the bushes I bent down to pick it up but something caught my eye first, there was an envelope on the ground with my name on it, just as I was about to open it the bell went and it was time for class again, by the third day I was freaking out slightly because strange things were happening to me, things normal science could not explain, the day started well but what I heard during the break sent a shiver down my spine, it was something that was so horrible that words could not describe it and the letter was still sitting in my bag as i diddn't wish to read what horror could be unleashed. A cool change came along quite quickly and with that the shadowy figure came and went away as quickly as it had come. I didn’t know then how much I could come to fear that shadowy figure but as time wore on so did the unnerving things which are just to strange to speak of.


this story was 9 years in the making, plz be kind or suggest a better ending!

[Sim2 Rox da World]

One day my life changed forever nothing was as I knew it I was on earth but this was strange even for my time, that I was on earth but the technology had changed dramatically nobody had mobile phones or even MP3 players, my mind starts racing, my thoughts were going wild with fear and interest, the two main questions popping into my head again and again were ‘how am I going to get out of this strange world’ and two ‘when and where am I in time?’. Suddenly these two people appeared out of thin air, at first I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me or at least it was something that had caught the light, but no my eyes were not deceiving me two people really did come out of an old police telephone box, they introduced themselves as the Doctor and Rosie, i never got to ask them where in time i was because some strange people in santa suits were heading towards us.

Which is how I met the Doctor and Rosie apparently they often travelled through time and space in a police telephone box. Hold on I’m getting ahead of myself you don’t even know who I am or why I’m up here, okay so my name is Danny and as I told you I come from earth but I have been on a mission for a year so far with 5 others to map the solar system and this huge black hole which for some reason has a ring of gravity keeping anything from falling in. one day this telephone box shows up in sector 13, mark comes running in and tells the whole crew (Marie, Andrew, Dave, Peta and I) that some sort of foreign thing in a police telephone box has landed in sector 13 we didn’t believe him because he was asleep in sector 11 and could not have checked the moniters showiung sector 13 but we sent some ood down to sector 13 to find out if anything was there after awhile the ood beamed back some pictures of the phone box so it turned out that Mark was telling the truth and he had not been dreaming of home. Well anyway were in this space shuttle and we don’t get any contact with the outside world because we are the first people to map this section of the system and nobody knows how long we will be up here but just as we were all reflecting and trying to work out if there was some sort of life in that phone box or if it is some sort of debris, all of a sudden we were getting distress signals in ood habitation 16, Peta and I, headed down to meet Andrew as he was near habitation 14, to find out what was happening when we got there we were told by mark who was looking after the ood habitation told us that the ood were no longer at a level 3 iq but a level 100 meaning that instead of the ood taking orders like the were meant to, something was driving them crazy, that’s when the Doctor and Rosie appeared we were all a little taken aback by this but we soon got over it and we explained the situation to the doctor who told us that some other being was making these ood react by screaming in their head, and that we would need to somehow reprogram the ood and calm them down but just as we were leaving to get to the main tunnel shaft the ood rose form their seats and started walking up the stairs towards us so we all backed out slowly and got in contact with Dave, we told him to lock the doors behind us as we got through all the doors but just as he was doing that this huge comet came and collided with sectors 10 through 16 and wiped out our backup power and emergency supplies. we diddn't have alot of time to get through the last couple of doors as the ood were nearly upon us. Andrew finally sealed off the last of the doors once we were all inside the docking area, the ood were still trying to get through to us, we turned around to check how far back the ood were and noticed they had picked up blow torches we knew we had to keep moving but we only had two ways of loosing we could either abandon ship and die witout a fight or travel through the air air vents towards the front of the ship and pick up wepons, the ood were coming at us from all directions we decided that we'd take the air vent and got a patchy message to Dave, to reroute the air flow in the vent so it follows us it took us awhile to get up into the vent and for the air to be rerouted but we made it just in time when the door we had just passed through not long ago started to bend under the blow torches, once we got back to the flight deck, Dave sealed off all the remaining doors so no one could get in or out, then the doctor suggested to Marie that she reprogram the ood that aren’t already angry to listen to the Crew's command only and anyone or anything else’s voice would be ignored.


This is a work in progress (can't think of an ending) - 5 years in the making

[soulkat9]

Hope you all like it! (big, but nice! read!)
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On the start of the XIX century, on a house in a far away city of Europe, lived a little girl called Erica.She was blond and had her little 11 years. In fact, nobody knows the country she lived in.

Her town had less than 200 people. Everybody knew everyone. Although it was a small place, she loved to live there with her parents and her aunt. Her parents, Marta and Robert were very friendly and loved the girl so much. They used to possess a lot of money.

It was a dark and rainy saturday night. It was a big room. Large walls and ceilings, decorated with the most beautiful and shining velvet. The floor was made of wood, and the hall could be seen through the main door. The stairs were made of oak wood, and with gold details. Robert was sit on his couch in front of the fire, smoking with calm. The fireplace was made of italian marble, and it was shining with the light. In front of his couch, a Bear rug, wich he had hunted by his own. On the side of the couch, on a green and red velvet armchair, Marta was reading her book. She was having a good time. Her glasses, made of pure gold, showed the power of the Mandson family.

The thunders were perfect for a horror movie, and the storm was getting even bigger and bigger.Erica was in her room, probably sleeping. It was very late for a child to be awaken.

Belinda, her old and mad aunt was appearently in her room. She hated the Mandson. She was Marta's sister, and wasn't ever happy to know that she didn't got the money of their father. Marta was powerful. Had money, everything. She was a very jealous person.

Of course Belinda's first priority was to get all the money from the Mandson's. She had the opportunity and time to steal it. She had seen some times before Marta hiding the money into a place down the dining room. It was a secret room that was under the table. The gold bars and money were hidden there.

It was far from the living room, and she could perfectly do the job. She had time and opportunity.

She preferred the hard way to possess everything. The thunderstorm was getting bigger and higher.Going down into the first floor, she went smoothly as a cat, and....

On Sunday morning, the Mandson's were found dead. Aunt Belinda was crying together with Erica. The poor child was sad, and the tears were falling from her face. The fancy and black funeral was in a sunny day. The house's butler was the one that contracted and found a decent cemetery where the couple could rest in peace.

The judge decided that the money needed to stay into Belinda's hand. The death cause? An overdose of aspirin. That was the judge said. There was no external sign of hurt or any "damage". As the most close relative, she had the right to keep the money. And she did.

On Monday morning, Belinda could have the official document of the money possetion. She promissed Erica to give her everything she needed. Erica sadly got trough the main hall and reached the front garden. It was a very beautiful garden. Roses were everywhere, and she could see the iron and full of details gate. The bushes were cut by an expert gardener. His name was Theo. He looked as a nice guy, and always was on time to do his work. He didn't bother anyone, and when he finished the work, calmly went away and said bye and thanks to everyone.

Erica said the guy a sad hi. He answered with a happy one. Erica went to play in the playground in the backyard, and cryed so much hurt and sad tears. Her heart was in pain. She was drowning on her own tears.

Decided to go out and look for help, she cleaned her face and went to find Edward. He was another millionaire son, and had much power
and money. He was older, and for Erica's luck, his father was a detective. In fact, the only detective in the whole town.

Talking to Edward, she was lead to Thomas Burkin. Thomas was the only and bright detective on the entire town. He was very competent too. Erica asked for help, and as soon as he could, Thomas would verify the crime scene. He had a strange face. A long nose, and a big forehead. His eyes were brown, and he used to have a clock on his pocket.

Erica decided to come home, and to stay with her aunt, although she didn't like it. Opening the big and brown wood door, she heard an evil laugh. She could feel on her soul that her aunt was liking it.
She passed through the living room, and went to her bedroom. It was a child bedroom. In fact a girl's. Everything was pink, and she found her clothes and toys the way she let the last time she went there. A picture of her mother was in the wall, and for a moment she could feel her mother presence in the room. She sat on her bed, and a small tear fell from her face.

That tear was the one that brighted her memory and her mind. She decided to sleep to see if the night would pass faster, so the other morning would come. This way she would be able to follow the investigation. She hugged her little stuffed Teddy bear and tried to fall asleep.

In late night, Erica had a dream. It wasn't bad. She could feel in a world of happiness and safety. She saw Marta and Robert together. They said to her to don't be scared and to keep up on that way. She would found the real truth. In a warm hug, they got away from each other. And the couple started to get further and further. She could feel the warm hug and the sensations.

Erica woke up with a bright light on her face. It was the sun. She woke up anxious to start the investigation, and when coming to living room, she found Thomas. He was examining every single part of the room. And he could see at that time what happened with the couple. He decided to tell the truth.

Belinda was really intented to murder the couple. She got a hunting knife on Robert's wardrobe, and went down the stairs to kill one and after the other. As soon as she entered the room, she saw the two bodies. They were already dead. There were just one person left that could commit the crime. Yes. He gave the couple a cup of tea with poison. Just HE had acess to such things. Just HE could kill both.

The murder was the family butler, James. James wanted to have the money of the family, the power and to be recognized. Although, he saw Belinda coming and then he decided to share the whole money in half. And they did it.

Belinda assumed the position of aunt, but didn't mean anything to Erica. The 2 were arrested and Erica was at least in peace. She couldn't be alone, so her Grandmother went to live with her. At least she could have a tea and her ginger bread cookies. The best tea she ever had


aw man thats good

[NatalFenix]

Well Although it's been a while I did have some pretty good poems i once wrote and submitted to youngwritersociety.com and I think the name is Worldclasspoems ? and won 1st prize for my "Godess of Seduction" lol it was a spur of the moment kinda thing!
However I fear it's too Prevocative and Profaine to upload here! and JOSH may have something to say on the matter! we shall see ..
so I should only give a few snippets of the poem... but here goes!
..................................................
Godess Of Seduction;
Your skin is soft supple and youthful.

You must have been sent upon wings of a dove,

For you resemble Aphrodite the Goddess of love.

With a hidden talent which proves deadly and useful.

The Intricacy of your secrecy lures me with knowing sin,

As I peel back the layers to reveal the beauty within.

....................
continued
.....................
Now standing before me naked and bare,

I lay waiting for your further instruction

An unsuspecting love struck fool I fell for your seduction.

like prey fallen into a deadly Trap

I have been put under your spell,

As you guide me forth into your open lap

My fate is forever sealed, an eternity in hell!

Well look forward to the outcome and what others thoughts and feelings are on this piece!
I may return to my writings.. if you liked this I have many Many more were that came from!
here's another quickly! this won Me 2nd place for it's 'unique approach to words and sequencing' as said so by Award Winning and Profound Author/Poet Hugh Loery
he's well known in the Business! and was quite an honor to recieve such a compliment from HIM!
anyways here's MY other one...
I swear that's ALL!
lol
.................................................. ................
The Ethereal Light;
Golden Rays pouring from the Heavens
Piercing pale blue skin
Angel standing beside me
a lonely out cast
A soul lost crying
heart beating fast
I was on the brink
breath inhaling
Lips fluctuating pink
eyes now opening
Colour reappearing
life regaining
I heard a Voice
saw the Light
But here I am
Alive and well
My soul in sight
...............
You know I thought what I wrote WAS so simple and not so exciting as Goddess yet others said that it held a significant meaning 'To Them'
as said by a woman named amy;
"There is beauty in your words, and bittersweet joy. I have been on deaths bed and beside it, and there is joy in returning from there and there is also a sorrowful sweetness in entering Paradise. I love the lines " Golden rays pouring from the Heavens Piercing pale blue skin". Very vivid and moving. Thank you."

and this one by Vamptas (another well known Poet/Author)
by *VAMPTAS;
"Your heart and soul, I would say.
To write this verse in this way,
A Beautiful, tribute,
Much understood.
I too, on the Brink,
But will not allow,
Myself to sink. "

How cute how she replied to me in poem! :D
very moving it was! to see how MY poem reflected in others lives! and touched them in ways no words could care to do justice to.
Poems ARE special!
and to be able to commune on similar Wavelinks with these people in this way is a gift!

Okay I am done!:rolleyes:

[samwilliams81]

Hi.........
One Poem for you...


Friendships come and Friendships go
Friendships come and Friendships go Like wave upon the sand
Like day and night
Like birds in flight
Like snowflakes when they land
But you and I are something else
Our friendship's here to stay
Like weeds and rocks and dirty socks
It never goes away!

[samwilliams81]

Hi....

All Of You


The sound of your voice is music to my ear
So soft, sweet, and clear
The kiss from your lips words can not explain
It takes away my worries and my pain
The caress of your hand sends shivers down my spine
Everyday I thank God that your mine.

The sight of your lovely face takes away all my fears
You're the one I want to love through out the years
For an eternity I want to spend in your arms
Everyday graced by your beauty and your charms.

[henrythomas]

Hi to all,

Here is mine. If you want to read it then please look at below :

The Dove

The dove of peace seeks a place to land.
Mankind seems bent on destruction.
Gone are the people filled with love.
The One waits for the return of the children.

The hawks and vultures are circling.
The dove of love has been sent to us.
We can avoid the waste and destruction of war.
We can invite the One into our dwellings.

The arrows of anger and hate will miss their mark.
We will sit in the presence of the One.
We will be filled and warmed by the light of the Spirit.
No harm will come to the loving children.

To be wise as an owl is ineffective without action.
The spirit of love is effective when properly used.
Each child is an envoy to their community.
Give reverence to the One in serving and protecting your family.

Be strong and brave in the face of adversity.
Rejoice when the dove of love and peace resides with you.
The Spirit will provide the love, guidance, and protection you need.
All grief, anger, hate, and troubles will depart.

If you like this please rate this one. Thanks.!!