Well, the title is self explanatory. If you wish to participate, you can write either a short story or a poem. Me and a few other judges will choose the winners by this Friday. Here are the topics you must choose from: Short stories: 1) A Christmas story 2) A story about mythology 3) A story about family hardships 4) A story about highschool drama Poetry: 1) A poem about darkness 2) A poem about winter 3) A poem about life, and what it means 4) A poem about yourself, and how you think You can have a maximum of 2 entries (one story and one poem) Or you can have one (a story or a poem) One topic for each entrie. Don't break the ToU in your story or poem. Sign up sheet; Name: Story or poem(or both): Topic(s) chosen: Derp herp
Lol you're welcome I'll try (try being the operative term) to do a family hardships one...how short is short? Not too short?
The man walk on his endless journey Through the vast land of snow Not knowing what his destination was Or when he would arrive to it He just continued On his straight path Surrounded by white and utter cold He knew he must not rest But he was tired And the blanket of snow called him Telling him to lie down for just a second To rest his worn out legs And frost bitten feet And the man listened to the snow And laid himself down in the comfort Of the soft snow Never to arise from his endless sleep Just something off the top of my head, I don't do much poetry. Any thoughts or opinions would be appreciated.
Name: Aurdriennea Topic: How I think Poem Love can be broken and hearts can be abused, but even you cant say there’s nothing between me and you Because violets are blue and roses are red I’ll lay my head besides yours till the day I am found dead Sticks and stones can break my bones But words can also hurt me I know I wear my scars with pride But that doesn’t mean I don’t hurt inside You say you’ll be there when I fall Truth is, you’re not here at all Some times the little things in life matter More than the game itself And when you read this poem You won’t realize it’s about you You can’t read between the lines And figure out how I feel So how’s it feel to wake up alone Without me by your side? I finally realized you played me like Charades, Pretending to be my Mr. Right Maybe I noticed late, But as they say, late is better than never For once I’m hating the player Not the game ‘Cuz life’s not to blame When the player is the one to hate
Name:Zow53 Story:scooter days Yesterday I was riding my scooter then I fell and I had a cut then my mommy put a band-aid on my cut
He's a naturally awkward child. But right now he's obsessing over shuffling videos on YouTube so he's paying no attention to us.