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Event Four is: Poem-Any topic

Event One was: Write a Poem about someone meaning a lot to you.

Event Two was: Write a Short Story from either a child''s eyes or an animal''s eyes.

Event Three was: Riddle-Still taking entries.

Event One Winner is:
(RyokoSama)
Do you want to see what I see?
Travel down the rabbit hole into the depths of my soul?
What if you couldn''t get out and kept falling deeper into the warped darkness of a blackhole that you''d never understand?
Emotion flying from all directions conflicting and painful, hurting and cutting and bruising.
You want to cry out but no one hears you.
Then you''ll see what I see, and know how I feel.
The pain that wakes up at night, and knowing no way to escape it.
Feeling it close in on you, waiting to devour you.
A feeling that becomes harder and harder to escape every second of every day.
Knowing that one day, you''d explode, the feeling escaping into the air and effecting everyone around you, everyone you love and everyone you hate.
Not being able to stop it, being helpless.
Now you fear what I fear, see what I see and know what I know, but what can YOU do to stop it.
If you know how to stop it tell me, I''ve felt this way and feared this for a long time, have thought about it every second of every day and have found no way to help myself or others.
I''d like an answer if you have one.

Event 2 Winner:

Aphael's entry for Event 2:

So I sat there on the side of the road. It was mid-July, and the bright summer sun was beating down like a big glowing fried egg of death. It had just rained the day before, but you wouldn't be able to tell. That's why I was on this journey, in fact:

I was thirsty.

Now, us turtles, we have this problem with crossing the road. That being that cars tend to go several hundred miles faster than us, and happen to weigh several million pounds more than our shells can withstand. And no I'm not exaggerating, because when you get run over, it doesn't matter if it's two tons or two hundred tons, you're dead either way.

So there I was, friends. Sitting there, thinking about this problem with the cars. When along came this chicken.

"What are you doing round here, turtle my man?" The chicken asked me in a very unchickenly manner. I replied that I was thinking about how crappy it was for turtles to try and cross the road with the traffic the way it was while I waited for a chance.

"There hasn't been a car to pass by here in half an hour." The chicken replied, before crossing the road herself. I wanted to tell her it wasn't a matter of logic at all. When I tried to cross the road, a car would most definitely appear to squash me.

"Pessimism will make you miss out on all the good things in life!" the chicken said, running back and forth across the road to accentuate her point. I sighed, and placed one of my thick, scaly feet on the pavement.

About that time a 1959 Ford came blazing by, catching the chicken in the middle of the road, and carrying her head with it. The lifeless body kept running, though. Me, I turned and started hobbling back to the ditch on the side of the road.

The lesson learned was that sometimes pessimism can save you a lot more heartache in the end, instead of letting an optimistic view lead you blindly into death. But me, I just wanted to know one thing.

"Why DID the chicken cross the road?"

Whee, so far one vote
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Aphael's entry for Event 2:

So I sat there on the side of the road. It was mid-July, and the bright summer sun was beating down like a big glowing fried egg of death. It had just rained the day before, but you wouldn't be able to tell. That's why I was on this journey, in fact:

I was thirsty.

Now, us turtles, we have this problem with crossing the road. That being that cars tend to go several hundred miles faster than us, and happen to weigh several million pounds more than our shells can withstand. And no I'm not exaggerating, because when you get run over, it doesn't matter if it's two tons or two hundred tons, you're dead either way.

So there I was, friends. Sitting there, thinking about this problem with the cars. When along came this chicken.

"What are you doing round here, turtle my man?" The chicken asked me in a very unchickenly manner. I replied that I was thinking about how crappy it was for turtles to try and cross the road with the traffic the way it was while I waited for a chance.

"There hasn't been a car to pass by here in half an hour." The chicken replied, before crossing the road herself. I wanted to tell her it wasn't a matter of logic at all. When I tried to cross the road, a car would most definitely appear to squash me.

"Pessimism will make you miss out on all the good things in life!" the chicken said, running back and forth across the road to accentuate her point. I sighed, and placed one of my thick, scaly feet on the pavement.

About that time a 1959 Ford came blazing by, catching the chicken in the middle of the road, and carrying her head with it. The lifeless body kept running, though. Me, I turned and started hobbling back to the ditch on the side of the road.

The lesson learned was that sometimes pessimism can save you a lot more heartache in the end, instead of letting an optimistic view lead you blindly into death. But me, I just wanted to know one thing.

"Why DID the chicken cross the road?"

does it have to be a riddle we completely created?

kk I'll try and make up something

Just realized we should say the answers: Mine is eyes.