Britt liked my... story... so I was wondering why not post it, so everyone can read it. ._.' It's rather random, but this IS an off-topic section in which I'm posting this, right?
I consider it poetry since literature can be shifted and described within different points. Being young, my knowledge is... limited at the moment, so I can't exactly tell the difference. So... What the buck. Try with it.
Dreams, Stars, and Fireflies
I have as many dreams as there are stars and each dream revolves around the single, crescent moon where I lay daydreaming ever so calmly, perfecting each of the stars to glow as bright as a supernova. When it's time for dinner, I pick up every single one of the fireflies and place them into a small jar where I can watch them dance whenever I want. I peel off a bit of moon as a snack on the way to home. Sooner or later, the moon would disappear due to my snacking, but it always comes back. I check each crater in case something is hiding and jump down waving goodbye.
Dinner is always delicious. Whatever Mom makes, she sprinkles a bit of warmth, a dash of happy, and a whole bottle of love to every meal. After dinner, it's time to sleep. I crawl into my room, close the doors and windows, turn off all the lights, and open the jar. My blanket is fluffed. My bed is as soft as a cloud. The walls are rainbows filled to the brim and radiates a warm happy. The fireflies meet new friends every minute as I sleep peacefully. If only if I can watch....
The Sun yawns and stretches its arms. I look out the window and smile. Snowy sunlight. All the fireflies are asleep, so I gather them up. Breakfast is different from dinner. It is when I meet Father and kiss him goodbye as he packs up to join his crew at work. I hug my mother and eat her eggs, bread, and bacon. We laugh and laugh for as long as possible in our attempt to break a world record. Of course, we never win. I make lunch quickly, carry my backpack and head off to school. Where I live, there are no cars. I go walking for hours until I reach school. I sit down yawning and prepare to learn and greet every friend in my class. And Mrs. Emm comes in....
She never gives too much homework since we do so well and learn so fast. Each homework is practically a test, but I'm bright enough to do the homework on the way home. Of course, I never head home. I skip towards the rainbow, golden field. I laugh ever so quietly. I climb up the moon and open the jar. I eat my lunch and look around. I have as many dreams as there are stars and each dream revolves around the single, crescent moon where I lay daydreaming ever so calmly, perfecting each of the stars to glow as bright as a supernova.
A Rainy Day~
~It rained one day. Pitter-patter, pitter-patter. I was... bored. I couldn't go to school. I couldn't go to the moon. The poor nightlights were tired, evdently, since none of them would fly. The sky was gray. I felt saddened by the roaring winds, the many tears of desperation, and the slow time wrapping around me, until it just... stopped. Stop dead. Not even seconds came by. I was stuck looking out the window for eternity. I fogged up the window until there was nothing left to fog up. I couldn't see the rain now. Still, the clocks wouldn't tick, tock, gong, or... move. I circled around the house seven times, and made lunch for a whole week, and came back to the fogged up window. Still couldn't see the rain. I decided to draw on the wet blur of gray. I drew blooming flowers with bees and gentle winds which carried the sweet, savory smell of nature after rain. Puffy cotton clouds filled the highest of the window. Every finger stroke I made added more beauty into the... foggy drawing. The last thing I drew was the yellow, warm, happy, smiling, childish, round sun. I took graceful care of the sun. The last thing I wanted was an ugly sun that didn't pop out at you saying “Hello!” Done. Perfect. Not a mistake. But... something was missing. I knew something was, but I just couldn't think... Something colorful, bright, and wasn't in a dull shape.... Ah, yes! The rainbow! It was always in the back of it all. Just there gleaming and waving. And I forgot! I carefully finger drew it. Finished, I moved back and looked at the art. Who said magic wasn't real? I made that magical kingdom with my fingers! I went back into my room. Mom won't be back until school ended. Thing is, I wasn't in school. Time wouldn't pass. I was alone. My little fireflies were awake. Not truly alone at least. Maybe if I started to dream, time would pass! No... the day was too depressing. My head was as blurry as the window. The window. I didn't pay attention to the outside world. Did the rain stop? I walked out and listened hard. The sound. Pitter-patter, pitter-patter. It still rang in my ears. I took a picture of the art I made and realized that everything was still outside. Why was there noise? Why am I stuck like this? I didn't let my eyes off the window. Suddenly, I heard a loud noise... It went ...tick? Then, color came back to the window. There was no fog on the glass anymore. That didn't catch my eye, though. It was what was out there. It looked exactly like my drawing. EXACTLY! The door opened and came in my mom! The time was... perfect. I grabbed my jar and collected the fireflies. Out I went. Down to the meadow. With the rainbow. The sun by my side. Flowers dancing. The bright, pleasant moon. The weather was calm. There was a gentle breeze carrying the sweet, savory smell of grass after rain.~
Chaser~
The darkest hour at the times. Creeping monsters, unseen shadows, maddening noiseless, uneasy breathing, the pitch... black.... dark.... Down the street, a stranger. A glint in the eye, an evil smirk means... what? Lamps above flickering doesn't help the guttural squeeze as he stares, stares, stares with the glint, the smirk, the... Coming closer, coming closer, coming closer until he disappears. Just a mirage...? The tired catching up to me....? Heh... thought you'd be a fun victim. Go on. Run. I dare you. Rapid beating, the shock. What do I do? What do I do? Running down the empty, wet street comes a dead end. A dead end. The worst kind of end. A dead one. Except... I'm the one dead. All of a sudden, a glow. A way out. A new found hope! A... corner. What to do, what to do?!? Yell. Scream. Run. Huck! What the...? There's... no air... Swish, swish, swish, swish. The sound of a cloak on ground... louder.... and louder..... and louder... STOP. There are two paths. TWO paths. Left, right. What is this, a maze? Left it is! Pitter, patter, trinkle, trinkle, raining, raining, swish, swish, a cloak zooming through coming... louder.... and louder... and louder.... STOP. There are three paths. THREE paths. Straight, left, right. Right it is. A menacing growl seems to grow from behind, traveling throughout the... the.... this place... where ever it is... what ever it is.... Where am I....? Another growl. It's growing... growing... louder... louder... bouncing off the walls.... off the pathetic little scraps of metal wall... STOP. There's... two paths. Just two. One leads into... “Out.” The other leads into... “In.” What the heck. Let's try “Out.” Heavy breathing, uneasy breathing, terrified breathing... at least I can breathe. A scream, a yell. A “I'LL GET YOU, LITTLE GIRL. I'LL GET YOU, BABY DOLL.” Up ahead, a light. An “Out.” A jump. A lunge for light. Stuck in midair.... and... a grab. Something grabbed my shoe. No... a someone.... Heh... Finally caught you, baby doll. What's going to happen now? Oh please.... Taking something out of his jet-black cloak, a glint in the eye, an evil smirk means... what? Lamps above flickering doesn't help the guttural squeeze as he stares, stares, stares with the glint, the smirk, the... teddy bear...? He pulled a Batman on me as I was shocked. On the back of the teddy, It said:
From Jason (Renny)
I don't know how to "paragraph" so don't blame me. It's only two, but I plan to TYPE more. I just need... inspiration. It just so happened I found the quote "I have as many dreams as there are stars" and I built on it until I made a story. And it was raining for a WEEK. I got overexcited to talk to Renny and we had a conversation about scary movies... So yeah... Renny, I made you sound so cool! >
"Pulled a Batman" And I made you sound like a crazy stalker. Ever since I reread my little story, I've been getting nightmares. >_<
It'd be nice if you guys replied with grammer lessons, complaints, compliments, stories that can help with my inspiration problems, quotes, requests to write about a person I don't even know about... All that nice stuff.
WHAT THE FREAK. I NEED THAT INDENT THING AND THE FONT WITH FOR THE STORIES TO MAKE SENSE. WHAT TEH FREAK!!!!!!!
I consider it poetry since literature can be shifted and described within different points. Being young, my knowledge is... limited at the moment, so I can't exactly tell the difference. So... What the buck. Try with it.
Dreams, Stars, and Fireflies
I have as many dreams as there are stars and each dream revolves around the single, crescent moon where I lay daydreaming ever so calmly, perfecting each of the stars to glow as bright as a supernova. When it's time for dinner, I pick up every single one of the fireflies and place them into a small jar where I can watch them dance whenever I want. I peel off a bit of moon as a snack on the way to home. Sooner or later, the moon would disappear due to my snacking, but it always comes back. I check each crater in case something is hiding and jump down waving goodbye.
Dinner is always delicious. Whatever Mom makes, she sprinkles a bit of warmth, a dash of happy, and a whole bottle of love to every meal. After dinner, it's time to sleep. I crawl into my room, close the doors and windows, turn off all the lights, and open the jar. My blanket is fluffed. My bed is as soft as a cloud. The walls are rainbows filled to the brim and radiates a warm happy. The fireflies meet new friends every minute as I sleep peacefully. If only if I can watch....
The Sun yawns and stretches its arms. I look out the window and smile. Snowy sunlight. All the fireflies are asleep, so I gather them up. Breakfast is different from dinner. It is when I meet Father and kiss him goodbye as he packs up to join his crew at work. I hug my mother and eat her eggs, bread, and bacon. We laugh and laugh for as long as possible in our attempt to break a world record. Of course, we never win. I make lunch quickly, carry my backpack and head off to school. Where I live, there are no cars. I go walking for hours until I reach school. I sit down yawning and prepare to learn and greet every friend in my class. And Mrs. Emm comes in....
She never gives too much homework since we do so well and learn so fast. Each homework is practically a test, but I'm bright enough to do the homework on the way home. Of course, I never head home. I skip towards the rainbow, golden field. I laugh ever so quietly. I climb up the moon and open the jar. I eat my lunch and look around. I have as many dreams as there are stars and each dream revolves around the single, crescent moon where I lay daydreaming ever so calmly, perfecting each of the stars to glow as bright as a supernova.
A Rainy Day~
~It rained one day. Pitter-patter, pitter-patter. I was... bored. I couldn't go to school. I couldn't go to the moon. The poor nightlights were tired, evdently, since none of them would fly. The sky was gray. I felt saddened by the roaring winds, the many tears of desperation, and the slow time wrapping around me, until it just... stopped. Stop dead. Not even seconds came by. I was stuck looking out the window for eternity. I fogged up the window until there was nothing left to fog up. I couldn't see the rain now. Still, the clocks wouldn't tick, tock, gong, or... move. I circled around the house seven times, and made lunch for a whole week, and came back to the fogged up window. Still couldn't see the rain. I decided to draw on the wet blur of gray. I drew blooming flowers with bees and gentle winds which carried the sweet, savory smell of nature after rain. Puffy cotton clouds filled the highest of the window. Every finger stroke I made added more beauty into the... foggy drawing. The last thing I drew was the yellow, warm, happy, smiling, childish, round sun. I took graceful care of the sun. The last thing I wanted was an ugly sun that didn't pop out at you saying “Hello!” Done. Perfect. Not a mistake. But... something was missing. I knew something was, but I just couldn't think... Something colorful, bright, and wasn't in a dull shape.... Ah, yes! The rainbow! It was always in the back of it all. Just there gleaming and waving. And I forgot! I carefully finger drew it. Finished, I moved back and looked at the art. Who said magic wasn't real? I made that magical kingdom with my fingers! I went back into my room. Mom won't be back until school ended. Thing is, I wasn't in school. Time wouldn't pass. I was alone. My little fireflies were awake. Not truly alone at least. Maybe if I started to dream, time would pass! No... the day was too depressing. My head was as blurry as the window. The window. I didn't pay attention to the outside world. Did the rain stop? I walked out and listened hard. The sound. Pitter-patter, pitter-patter. It still rang in my ears. I took a picture of the art I made and realized that everything was still outside. Why was there noise? Why am I stuck like this? I didn't let my eyes off the window. Suddenly, I heard a loud noise... It went ...tick? Then, color came back to the window. There was no fog on the glass anymore. That didn't catch my eye, though. It was what was out there. It looked exactly like my drawing. EXACTLY! The door opened and came in my mom! The time was... perfect. I grabbed my jar and collected the fireflies. Out I went. Down to the meadow. With the rainbow. The sun by my side. Flowers dancing. The bright, pleasant moon. The weather was calm. There was a gentle breeze carrying the sweet, savory smell of grass after rain.~
Chaser~
The darkest hour at the times. Creeping monsters, unseen shadows, maddening noiseless, uneasy breathing, the pitch... black.... dark.... Down the street, a stranger. A glint in the eye, an evil smirk means... what? Lamps above flickering doesn't help the guttural squeeze as he stares, stares, stares with the glint, the smirk, the... Coming closer, coming closer, coming closer until he disappears. Just a mirage...? The tired catching up to me....? Heh... thought you'd be a fun victim. Go on. Run. I dare you. Rapid beating, the shock. What do I do? What do I do? Running down the empty, wet street comes a dead end. A dead end. The worst kind of end. A dead one. Except... I'm the one dead. All of a sudden, a glow. A way out. A new found hope! A... corner. What to do, what to do?!? Yell. Scream. Run. Huck! What the...? There's... no air... Swish, swish, swish, swish. The sound of a cloak on ground... louder.... and louder..... and louder... STOP. There are two paths. TWO paths. Left, right. What is this, a maze? Left it is! Pitter, patter, trinkle, trinkle, raining, raining, swish, swish, a cloak zooming through coming... louder.... and louder... and louder.... STOP. There are three paths. THREE paths. Straight, left, right. Right it is. A menacing growl seems to grow from behind, traveling throughout the... the.... this place... where ever it is... what ever it is.... Where am I....? Another growl. It's growing... growing... louder... louder... bouncing off the walls.... off the pathetic little scraps of metal wall... STOP. There's... two paths. Just two. One leads into... “Out.” The other leads into... “In.” What the heck. Let's try “Out.” Heavy breathing, uneasy breathing, terrified breathing... at least I can breathe. A scream, a yell. A “I'LL GET YOU, LITTLE GIRL. I'LL GET YOU, BABY DOLL.” Up ahead, a light. An “Out.” A jump. A lunge for light. Stuck in midair.... and... a grab. Something grabbed my shoe. No... a someone.... Heh... Finally caught you, baby doll. What's going to happen now? Oh please.... Taking something out of his jet-black cloak, a glint in the eye, an evil smirk means... what? Lamps above flickering doesn't help the guttural squeeze as he stares, stares, stares with the glint, the smirk, the... teddy bear...? He pulled a Batman on me as I was shocked. On the back of the teddy, It said:
From Jason (Renny)
I don't know how to "paragraph" so don't blame me. It's only two, but I plan to TYPE more. I just need... inspiration. It just so happened I found the quote "I have as many dreams as there are stars" and I built on it until I made a story. And it was raining for a WEEK. I got overexcited to talk to Renny and we had a conversation about scary movies... So yeah... Renny, I made you sound so cool! >
"Pulled a Batman" And I made you sound like a crazy stalker. Ever since I reread my little story, I've been getting nightmares. >_<It'd be nice if you guys replied with grammer lessons, complaints, compliments, stories that can help with my inspiration problems, quotes, requests to write about a person I don't even know about... All that nice stuff.
WHAT THE FREAK. I NEED THAT INDENT THING AND THE FONT WITH FOR THE STORIES TO MAKE SENSE. WHAT TEH FREAK!!!!!!!
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