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 Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 6:24 pm
write a story about this picture! 
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 7:12 am
Once upon a time, there was a heart.
A big, bright red heart.
So bright, it glowed.
The heart glowed, because, it had the love of another heart.
The love made the little red heart so happy, it looked like it shined.
The two hearts were soul mates. Two pieces of the puzzle, joined so firm, nothing could tear them apart.
Or, so the heart thought.
As time went on, the two hearts drifted apart.
The little red heart started to feel empty, and as the days went on, he glowed less and less.
His shine was gone, and he felt alone.
Soon, all that was left was an empty shell, of what was once the heart.
His glow, gone.
His shine, forever lost.
His color had darkened, to that of a deep blood red.
The heart was depressed. Sucked into a world of bleakness.
Every day, darker than the previous.
With no company other than the howl of the wind through the trees, and the gloomy shine of the moon, the little heart sits and waits, for its kindred spirit to return to him, and light up his world once more.
The End.
Yay. My entry for this month.
xD
Another spurt of random inspiration..
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 8:31 am
Once upon a time, a tree lived in the middle of a dark forest. Now, this tree wasn't like other trees. This tree hated everything. Most of all, he hated the things that made people happy. He couldn't stand seeing people happy, when he was forced to stand in the middle of a forest, wasting his life away.
So, the tree formulated a plan. He would rid the world of this blight called happiness. He started with little things. He plucked the stars from the sky. "People couldn't possibly be happy without stars," he muttered to himself.
But the world kept on turning. This frustrated the tree, so he moved on to greater things. He stole the music from the people, and hid it within his dark branches. "People couldn't possibly show happiness without their music," he assured himself.
But the world kept on turning. Now the tree was horribly upset. He yanked the sun from the sky and extinguished its light. He ripped the moon from its place and stashed it away with the stars and the music. The world was plunged into darkness. "I've done it," the tree laughed to himself, "I've brought about the end of happiness."
But, once again, the world kept on turning. Without light, the tree wasted away until it became a tangled mess of branches and twigs. But the tree didn't care. He was too busy fuming. Fuming and trying to come up with his next move. What could possibly be left? He had gone so far as to remove all light from the world. And then it hit him. Love. Love is what was keeping the people happy. So the tree stole the love from the world.
This time, the tree succeeded. There was nothing left for the people to cling to. They fell into despair. But the tree was not happy. Through stealing the love of the people, their love had become a part of him. He realized all that he had done wrong. But there was nothing the tree could do. The damage had been done. The tree was doomed to suffer with the guilt of what he had accomplished, his pierced heart bleeding for all eternity.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 5:41 pm
Once opon a time there was a stripper named star. Her boobs were small but her heart was large. Her husband left her for another women so that was when she applied for the gentlmens club. She needed the job so badly that she slept with the boss. She got pregnant. Nine months went by and she was living with her new boyfriend, her boss. She named her daughter moon because she was Star and her mom was sun. Her mom died when she was a child and was left with her father who raped and molested her. She cared for her children night and day and in her spare time she would give lap dances to customers. Then one night after coming home from work one customer followed her home. He had become obsessed with her. He showed up at her front door. He asked to come in, she said no but he came in anyway. He told her to get on the bed and she started to get scared. She told him he needed to go immidiatley. He forced her on the bed and held a gun to her head and told her to give him what he wanted. She started to scream. Her children came in to see what was going on. He said if they didnt get out by the count of three he would shoot. He counted to two then Star jumped in front of her children to save them. He shot. She bled and her kids disappeared along with man. Nobody know what happened to them.
The End!
Thats my sucky story. yea i know i shouldnt write a book ever! :/
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 2:44 pm
Do poems count? It's almost a story told in a different way-
but it's typed how I wanted it.
If it doesn't count-
that's okay.
;=}
I had fun doing it anyway.
Message me if I win!
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"There"
was someone-
falling so
slowly;
there he sat-
looking at his love,
spikes lined around the floor.
Not yet.
Their hearts ached
with
love for one another.
There they sat and
s-t-a
red.
Moon barely visible,
twigs, grass, spikes,
a silhouette
of
the two of them.
Possibly soon.
There they sat-
with aching hearts
not
know thing that the one
loved
the other;
their hearts dimmed.
"I'm scared of
being
a little
rejected,
I hope you love me..
Do you?"
They knew they love each other,
they knew the love
may
never stop.
But one may not love the other
neither
knew...
Stupid me
I shouldn't ask myself
stupid questions
like
this.
But I love you Trace.
But you don't
know
because
if you don't love me,
I'll throw myself
off of a bridge
into a
floor
of wooden spikes and grass,
landing on my back
I look up, seeing the whole sky
sobbing,
knowing that you see
me
laying on you,
guess you may
loved me
crazy too.
But I won't tell you I love you
because I can't
stand you hurting
me.
Love you Trace,
you are the magic number,
one two trace and I jumped.
And all you see,
is black and red,
looking up at me,
seeing
my
heart
beat for you
only because I love you,
and it hurts me so.
Fearing you
drove me crazy-
and then...
Crick crack,
je craque pour
vous.
There you lay,
beside me,
someone
save
you before
me.
If you don't love me,
I'll hush
like a singer
at a funeral,
please Trace,
love me please.
You'll
drive
me
crazy
for forever and ever.
So says the dimming heart
in
me.
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