Enything && Everything discussion

ok everyone.
This is what you have to do!

i want short storys. the limit of the writing is 400 words or over.

You HAVE to fill out the aps to put in your writings here.

Get started!

It HAS To be turned in by dec 29th. :]]

Can it be an epic poem and how do you turn it in???

i want storys. make them up u no?
the way i write my storys is from either my feelings or on wut happened in my life.
&& all u gotta do is post them here :]]

http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/5...

there's a story.

kk

... :3

http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/4...
there is one of my short stories...

“Plan Chaos”

In the beginning of medieval ages there was a man in the army. His name was Helios (He-le-os). He lost his brother in the war. His name is Kayton (Kay-ton). He used to be a nice man in the army and everybody looked up to him. But just when everyone trusted him to win the war against the rest of the world. He turned against them and killed all of his allies. Now he is a scientist, and an engineer. Now since the world is against him he is building robots, about 300 of them, to fight against this human world. Now with years of experimenting his coverts his body to be likes a human-like machine with guns, and weapons. He calls himself the “transformer”, and also his plan called “human Extinction”. To kill all humankind, and to build them to his collection of war machines.
Then 2 years later he met his brother again. Kayton see what his has been doing all these year and tells him to stop. Helios refuses and they start to fight. It seems like it is 1 vs. 301 but it is not. Kayton has a machine of his own and they all engage with the fight. They all battle with guns and swords and everything else you can imagine. Then Helios told all his war machines, (only 238 of them) to launch a R.P.G – 7 to finish it of, and so they did. Kayton could not take that much gun power, but he did, he endured that gun power and his machine failed. He hurried to get out of the machine so he won’t die. Kayton told his brother to stop, but after defeating 62 of them he would not give up. He hanged on to a cliff for deer life.
Helios looked at him, with so guilt, he decided to stop. Helios had so guilt in him that he fixed his machine and he stopped the war. He looked at him as if he was a angel badly injured. Helios felt so sorry about what he had done that he built a monstrous machine for Kayton to help the U.S and every conflict that they had because every other continent was against them. So Kayton and Helios helped to stop the war from the rest of the world, and with them there will be peace with the world…….or will they?


((this one by uche ukaegbu))

IT'S CHRISTMAS, ALL IS SECURE


'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS. HE LIVED ALL ALONE
IN A ONE-BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE.
I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE
AND TO SEE JUST WHO, IN THIS SMALL HOME, DID LIVE.

I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE -
NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE.
NO STOCKING BY THE MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND.
ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF A FAR DISTANT LAND
WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS.
THEN A SOBER THOUGHT CAME INTO MY MIND.

FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT... IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,
'TWAS THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.
THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE
CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE-BEDROOM HOME.

THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN DISORDER
NOT HOW I PICTURED A LONE SOLDIER.
WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ,
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED?

I REALISED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT
OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS, WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.
AND SOON ROUND THE WORLD THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY
AND GROWN-UPS WOULD CELEBRATE A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.

THEY ALL ENJOY FREEDOM EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR
BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS, LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.
I COULDN'T HELP BUT WONDER, HOW MANY ALONE,
ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME?

THE VERY THOUGHT BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,
I DROPPED TO MY KNEES AND STARTED TO CRY...
THE SOLDIER AWAKENED, I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE:
"SANTA DON'T CRY, THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE.
I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM, I DON'T ASK FOR MORE.
MY LIFE IS MY GOD, MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS."

THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP.
I COULDN'T CONTROL IT, I CONTINUED TO WEEP.

I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS, SO SILENT AND STILL
AND WE BOTH SAT AND SHIVERED FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL.
I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE, ON THAT COLD, DARK NIGHT,
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOUR, SO WILLING TO FIGHT...

THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER, WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE
WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA, CHRISTMAS DAY IS SECURE."
ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND - AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!"


THIS POEM WAS WRITTEN BY A BRITISH PEACE-KEEPING SOLDIER STATIONED OVERSEAS.

To every girl who lies awake at night thinking of him, when he is out not thinking of you...

To every girl who is scared to tell her feelings because shes scared he might just let go of the relationship...

To every girl crying tonight, you know you deserve better than that...

To every girl who just wants him to call...

To every girl who dresses cute, not skanky for him...

To every girl who would die without her boyfriend...

To every girl who would like just once to be treated like a princess...

To every girl who cries at night thinking if hes cheating on her, if he really likes or loves her, if he really thinks of her...

To every girl who cries at night because she thinks something bad is happening or because of another heartbreak...

To every girl who just wishes he cared more...

To every girl who shows how much she cares and gets nothing back...

To every girl that thought that this might be the one or that could've been the one...

To every girl that fell for all the lies, just because she really loves him...

To every girl who gave her heart away just to have it shoved back in her face...

"to every girl who never stopped loving,

YOU DESERVE TO BE LOVED IN RETURN."




((is this ok))

that was cute :)

thanks its from somewhere i dont remember I just typed down all i could remember from memory

does it count if you didn't make it up...?

nope. u have To make it up people. dont steal it from other people or off the net lol. i want to see your creativity!

tchtch Rose lol

:3

v.v ok fine I'll think of something ^.^

lol Rose

Cynthia, a young teenager with green eyes and cocoa colored hair. Her skin was a light tan and made her hair look lighter than it already was. She stared out the train window and gave a sigh.
The other passengers didn't stare at her, though she was the youngest one on the train. Cynthia wasn't a transient visitor, she came on the train every other day to meet her so called family.
Cynthia closed her eyes, her head leaning against the window. She was having a retrospective moment, remembering what her life used to be like.
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Cynthia hated reading the newspaper. But she had to do so at the same time. Why? Because there was always some propaganda. "Stupid newspaper!" Cynthia always spat out.
Why did she have to read what she hated? Because her father always told her, "Reading the newspaper keeps you on top of things. Plus, it shows you the denouement of life. so, do you see now, Cynthia?"
Cynthia always answered with a grumble saying that she understood what he meant. She lied. Cynthia didn't know what denouement meant, so that quote always confused her.
Her brother was the same age as Cynthia--her twin. Connor was his name. Connor shared her eyes that came from their mother, and had a bit darker hair.
He would read the newspaper, as he was told, and would make a parody of what he had read at school. The teachers would always watch Connor's acts secretly and edify him later.
Cynthia has always gotten qualm when he would act out the nonsense Connor would read.
Her mother would always weep over the littlest things. No one knew why she did, but she did.
Cynthia's father was the mayor of the town and had much egotism. He always knew everything (thanks to the newspaper, no matter what the case was.
Those were the food times for poor Cynthia. Everything was like a fantasy then. But now was now, the present. Cynthia wish that she had cherished more of what she had then.
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Cynthia opened her eyes. She knew that now, and that he life was tortuous at the moment.
She looked out the window, seeing the melting snow flash in her head and drift away from her vision.
Her mother died of a bad sickness. Her father died from murder. And Cynthia's brother ran away just before their mother died, and was never seen again.
Why Cynthia was on the train every other day was this: she met her so called family every other day, and she hated begin there, for they treated her as a slave. Where she went when she saw away from her adopted family, no one knows.
Cynthia tired to synthesize what would happed when she would go "home." She stood up, for this was her stop, and departed from the train.
She walked up to the house she lived in, and closed her eyes, expecting for the younger boys to topple her over and beat her black and blue. But that didn't happen. Cynthia inched her eye open and realized that the house was empty.
Cynthia closed the door and a note fluttered to the ground. She quickly snatched it up and read through its contents.
It told her that they were going out for diner and that they expected the house clean when they got back home.
Cynthia sighed, but began to do what she was told anyways.
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When the house was almost finished, Cynthia heard the knock at the door. She gave a deep breath and headed toward the door, opened it, and said, "We aren't buying." And shut the door in the person's face.
The knock came again.
Cynthia glared at the door, but knew that that was o help. She opened the entry way to the house.
What she saw was a young teenager her age with dark, cocoa colored hair with green eyes.
Cynthia's stared with a hard glare, then her expression softened, she knew who it really was. "Connor." Cynthia breathed.
Connor gave a crocked smile. "Nice to see you too, Cynthia."
Her face hardened again, "Never do that again young man." Cynthia scolded with a smile. She came up to him and gave Connor a hug.
"I missed you so much." Cynthia sobbed.
"Me too, Cynthia, me too." Connor smiled in her hair. "We're a family once more."

my short story!

lol ok rose. but im still keepin it up sience its so0o0o cute :]]

lol

Michi wrote: "lol ok rose. but im still keepin it up sience its so0o0o cute :]]"

thamks

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