.::. Tears .::.

[Poetic]

READ THIS ENTIRE POST PENYUNS

IF YOU ARE APPLYING FILL OUT THE ENTIRE FORM FOR YOU SPECIALTY
WRITING MEMBERS ARE ALLOWED TO BE IN A GFX TEAM AS WELL AS TEARS
ART AND DUAL MEMBERS ARE ONLY ALLOWED TO BE IN TEARS

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welcome
—Poetic

starting at you
eyes uneven
round your neck
rope most heathen
no fear but yours
in this knell
no voice but one
“Welcome to Hell.”


News

RFS has been offered a spot as the leader of a track! Will he accept? Stay tuned.

What We Are

We are a tracked art and writing team. This means that our team is subdivided into tracks, which are in turn subdivided into skill groups (art and writing). We currently have two tracks, but more may be added as we expand.


Tracks and Their Leaders

Heaven
Poetic (http://penguinforum.miniclip.com/member.php?u=5330)

The Underworld
REVENGE (http://penguinforum.miniclip.com/member.php?u=12658)


Members

Gods
Poetic—Art and Writing

Devils
REVENGE—Writing
RFS—Writing

Nymphs
kogeck—Writing

Demons

Light Mortals
Pitty—Writing

Dark Mortals
Walmart—Writing
mishciefmake—Writing

Forms
Fill out one or both of the forms IN THEIR ENTIRITY. You will be placed in the track that we see best fits you.

Art Form
Best Piece Totally From Scratch:
Best Piece With Stock Images and C4ds:

Writing Form
Best Poem:
Best Short Story (Linked if Longer Than 100 Words):

[NIRVANAGIRL]

YAY. Sweeeeeet. Love it, and the idea rocks. (Nice poem too.) Can't wait to get started. :]

[OutOfTheDark]

I'd join if I felt like making anything, or if I could write well enough. x]

[Poetic]

Made a banner in 20 seconds...When I have some time I'll make a more stylish one.

[Dracophile]

Oh I write all the time. More than I draw at least. :)

[Poetic]

Doth thou want in?
Even though thou is stylish, thine adminship must still fill out ye olde form.
:D

[Dracophile]

Doth thou want in?
Even though thou is stylish, thine adminship must still fill out ye olde form.
:D

Yeah sure. :)

Art Form
Best Piece Totally From Scratch: Sharing A Moment (Prismacolor, 2007)
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v322/radiof/sharingamomentJPG.jpg
Potentially NWS to those with closed minds.

Best Piece With Stock Images and C4ds:
I don't do this.

Writing Form
Best Poem: Last Night I Saw You Again (Jan 2006)
http://rfshq.com/rfs/crap/dp.txt
Potentially NWS to those with closed minds.

Best Short Story (Linked if Longer Than 100 Words): Excerpt of an Unnamed Story (2005)*
http://rfshq.com/rfs/crap/ds.rtf
Potentially NWS due to violence.

* A lot of the materials described in this story are embellished and/or fictional or added in to make some sense of what is going on. This includes but is not limited to, the people and methods of speech. Consider these placeholders. No, I am not that crazy. This short story inside a larger story is based upon a recurring nightmare.

The poem was meant to be part of a song but as it turns out, it's better as a poem.

The story is part of a larger story that I have been working with off and on since 2004. One of these days I will finish it. I have been writing it in fragments.

[Poetic]

Oh goodys! NG and I will read over your stuff and decide where you belong.
We should get back to you by Monday.
=P

[Dracophile]

Oh goodys! NG and I will read over your stuff and decide where you belong.
We should get back to you by Monday.
=P

Cool. :) I apologize in advance if emotional works are not your cup of tea. When I'm not screaming about how bad a video game is or how much I hate energy drinks I'm actually a rather down to earth person. The works I posted, all three of them, are personal to me.

[Donnybrook]

I read the poem, very nice RFS. I was looking for a good stock to make you a Spyro sig but I couldnt find any. Anyways good luck Poe.

[Freebee93]

um i guess i could join
best poem:
Care looked up she saw the sky
she looked down
she saw life
then she thought the world is mine
or is it theres?
who knows who cares!
best short story: Beyond the Arctic
A story by Freebee93
Chapter one
Elanor listened to the sailer's clunking around
overhead she had been sewing with her
mama but now she was bored.
She decided to ask her elder brothers
Nickomo and Tasono to play tag with them
she knew the would say no, but it would be worth it.

Elanor was an eight year old girl with
blonde hair and tanned skin. She lived her
life at sea because her father was
a fisherman and he was on sea year
round. they only got off the ship for
supplies and to sell the catch they had made.

As Elanor had predicted her elder brothers
said no, but the her little brother
Gamre asked her to play hide
and seek with him and Cho. Cho was an African girl who was 6

she lived on the ship aswell her family

came from South Africa when Elanor's

family stopped there Cho's father
needed a fishing job and he was accepted On board.....
To be continued

[Heat 4eva]

What about Photography in the team?

YesNoMaybe?

[zmactarheel]

Art Form
Best Piece Totally From Scratch: (I geuss this is what it means.): http://i22.tinypic.com/255ibfb.gif
Best Piece With Stock Images and C4ds: http://i23.tinypic.com/2jcsmde.jpg

Writing Form
Best Poem: I hope it's okay that I don't write poems much... if not I'll make something up.
Best Short Story (Linked if Longer Than 100 Words): I'll have to make something, I'll get it to you by the end of today for sure though.

[NIRVANAGIRL]

Yeah sure. :)

Art Form
Best Piece Totally From Scratch: Sharing A Moment (Prismacolor, 2007)
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v322/radiof/sharingamomentJPG.jpg
Potentially NWS to those with closed minds.

Best Piece With Stock Images and C4ds:
I don't do this.

Writing Form
Best Poem: Last Night I Saw You Again (Jan 2006)
http://rfshq.com/rfs/crap/dp.txt
Potentially NWS to those with closed minds.

Best Short Story (Linked if Longer Than 100 Words): Excerpt of an Unnamed Story (2005)*
http://rfshq.com/rfs/crap/ds.rtf
Potentially NWS due to violence.

* A lot of the materials described in this story are embellished and/or fictional or added in to make some sense of what is going on. This includes but is not limited to, the people and methods of speech. Consider these placeholders. No, I am not that crazy. This short story inside a larger story is based upon a recurring nightmare.

The poem was meant to be part of a song but as it turns out, it's better as a poem.

The story is part of a larger story that I have been working with off and on since 2004. One of these days I will finish it. I have been writing it in fragments.

(Poe and I havn't spoke to each other about this yet, so this is all my own personal opinion on your work, and not exactly on where you will be placed.)

I'm very impressed - I didn't realize that you wrote. And although I'm more into writing in the horror/thriller genre, I'm amazed - the ending of the story is rather heartwrenching, extremely emotional. In fact, if I wasn't in such a good mood, I might've cried. :[ *Applause*

[Pirateninja]

Art Form
Best Piece Totally From Scratch:
http://img153.imageshack.us/img153/457/kikocj5.png
My best on this computer, not to fond of this one.....

Best Piece With Stock Images and C4ds:
http://img89.imageshack.us/img89/2344/korbat1kd7.png
^^Outline was not done by me, only coloring, using my newest style, Pillow Shading, coloring done from a "makeable" where you Color, and semi-alter the outline, of a white, outlined picture.

Writing Form
Best Poem:
I'm not much of a Poet, but I will write Haikus.

Best Short Story (Linked if Longer Than 100 Words):
http://img527.imageshack.us/img527/1237/hirovx7.png
^^
Opening to a Roleplay, with a bonus Quicky-Chibi-Drawing! (Those take about 20 min, and can be frustrating)

EDIT: Made a new banner for the team .w.
http://img178.imageshack.us/img178/7210/tearsds8.png

[TnT]

Good luck, Poe and Lindzee. :D
I would join, but I suck at writing. :P

[Poetic]

Oh wow...We've got a lot of reading and rating to do. I pray that NG is in IAAF.
=P

Cool. :) I apologize in advance if emotional works are not your cup of tea. When I'm not screaming about how bad a video game is or how much I hate energy drinks I'm actually a rather down to earth person. The works I posted, all three of them, are personal to me.

Your stuff has been read, and I have a feeling that The Underworld will best suit you. NG and I will discuss where to place you when we're both on IAAF. I had no idea you were such a good writer...

=P

—Poetic

[Dracophile]

Oh wow...We've got a lot of reading and rating to do. I pray that NG is in IAAF.
=P



Your stuff has been read, and I have a feeling that The Underworld will best suit you. NG and I will discuss where to place you when we're both on IAAF. I had no idea you were such a good writer...

=P

—Poetic


And this whole time everyone just assumes that "RFSHQ" is a place to post funny pictures of cats or something. :P I've been writing for a long time, lol.

[Poetic]

And this whole time everyone just assumes that "RFSHQ" is a place to post funny pictures of cats or something.

No...There's AWESOME VIDEO GAMES!!!
I love that show.
:D

[Dracophile]

No...There's AWESOME VIDEO GAMES!!!
I love that show.
:D

Ugh. :(

Just skip the middle man and go to FFSTV.com if you like Awesome Video Games. :(

[Poetic]

After an intense decision making process, featuring many complex algebraic logarithms...
We have decided to place you (RFS) at the rank of Devil. Since you mainly write, I'll put that as your area of expertise.
Welcome to Tears. Keep writing those disturbing dragon stories.
=P

[Dracophile]

After an intense decision making process, featuring many complex algebraic logarithms...
We have decided to place you (RFS) at the rank of Devil. Since you mainly write, I'll put that as your area of expertise.
Welcome to Tears. Keep writing those disturbing dragon stories.
=P

One of these days I will finish that one I posted about.

Then my reputation as an "Internet tough guy" will be tarnished for good. :rolleyes:

[Poetic]

New Poem:



conversion
—Poetic

squeezing thus
freezing us
any where
every where
deathly streaming
of wheat creaming
total insanity
much profanity
screaming softly
cheap yet costly
death is life
bliss is strife
red is green
brain is spleen
out of head
strapped to bed
men in white
looking fright
needle aglow
screaming no
i am good
said i could
freedom is calling
tigers are mauling
sleep is nearing
bullets searing
we are one
i am none
the king has come

[Heat 4eva]

What about Photography in the team?

YesNoMaybe?

Poe, did you see that?

Can I have an answer?

[Poetic]

Oh...Sorry...

Photography eh...
Probably not at the moment.
When we get some more members, we may be able to add a photography track.

=P

[Heat 4eva]

Oh...Sorry...

Photography eh...
Probably not at the moment.
When we get some more members, we may be able to add a photography track.

=P

Yeah, OK.

Makes sense to sorta have photography here, since all other teams just focus around computer GFX, so other art forms get pushed aside.

I'll wait for more guys then...

[Pirateninja]

My Applacation & A Banner I made for the team

^^

Can you please look at the link above? (press the Arrow)

-Thank you!

EDIT: And Poe, don't you think you should be the ruler of the underworld, I mean all of your poems are mostly depressing and what not o.o

[kogeck]

I'd like to be a writer in the Underworld.

Best poem:
'Tears of Sorrow'

Rain pattering on the window,
Coldness slicing through me like a knife,
As I sat alone, remembering...

How you once held me on the sand,
Our sillhouettes outlined by the setting sun,
You would kiss me, and we would be truley happy,

How you cired with me,
Hugging me, embracing me,
Easing my pain,

How you would join in my joy,
Kissing me and pouring us drinks,
As we held our shining glasses up to the air,
Wishing for the best,

How you had died for me,
Taking the bullet that should have penetrated my skin,
and how I could still feel you hugging me,
As I watched your body get lowered in your coffin...

How I loved you,
and you did so,
I held the 24 karats and diamond,
Tears of sorrow dripping on it,
Thinking of what a happy life we would have had...


Best short story:
[Prologue to a long book I'm writing]
http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/8717/prologueks2.png


I hope you consider me. :)

[Poetic]

^^

Can you please look at the link above? (press the Arrow)

-Thank you!

EDIT: And Poe, don't you think you should be the ruler of the underworld, I mean all of your poems are mostly depressing and what not o.o



I looked at the link...and NG wanted to be the Underworld Ruler. Her writing is actually darker than mine, as hard as that may be to believe. We agreed that I could probably pull off Lord of Heaven until a person joined who wrote really good light hearted pieces.
=P

We're currently working on catching up on the applications.

PS Ignore the text below this, it is simply notes to myself about applications.
KGK.H.LM.W (NG POSS)
FRBE.NO (NG POSS)
PN.NO (FIN)

[Pirateninja]

I'm not the best poet, but here's my best, probably my first real poem:

The Light from the Dark.
~By Pirateninja~

Where have I gone?
Did my Hourglass just hit the gong?
What fate is to Lost?
Is it Freezing Ice Frost?
Burning from words unwritten?
Yelling of words unspoken?

Tongues of Fire.
What else lies that is Dire?
Starring into the Hallow.
Hoping no one Follows.

What has this become?
The Worst is yet to come.
Crawling to get out.
Looking all about.

But a light shines to those.
Who repent, unlike their foes.
For one day all will be fair.
For one day, there will be no despair.

Look to the Light
Never forget that Night.
Where your fate was chosen.
And now, you have risen.


Wow, didn't know I had it in me o.o

[Makarov]

There once was a unique man named Fred.
Who had a quite enormous head.
To make friends Fred went to town.
Just to find out he would fall on his head with a frown.
Now Fred is dead due to his gigantic head.

I wrote that when I was 8.

:pitty:

[Poetic]

kogeck:
Goodeth newseth my fellow scribe. Thou hath been accepted. You have been stuck in the Heaven track with the rank of Light Mortal. If you really, really want to change tracks, it can be arranged. Welcome to Tears.

Pirateninja & Freebee
Sorry, but you were just a tad short of being accepted. Feel free to continue to post your writing here, and we'll be happy to give you suggestions on how to improve. You may reapply in one month's time.

—Poetic (With Approval From NG)

[Makarov]

Here is my application to write here.

Poem (limrick)

There once was a unique man named Fred.
Who had a quite enormous head.
To make friends Fred went to town.
Just to find out he would fall on his head with a frown.
Now Fred is dead due to his gigantic head.

Story

One in a hole

It was a nice fine August day in the town of Mertal. Not too hot and not too cold. The

weather was always like this in August on the island of Domingo. Three boys, Chuck, Mike, and

Riley, were fooling around while practicing their lacrosse skills. Chuck was a twelve year old

boy as so were the other two boys. Chuck had brown hair, was a medium height, and was very

skinny. Nothing really scared him, for he was very adventurous. Riley on the other hand was

very gloomy for that his mother had died last year in a tragic car accident. Riley had blonde hair,

and was tall and thin. Mike was mysterious, always finding ways to get himself into trouble. He

was also like Chuck about his fears for he was so curious. Mike had black hair, and was a little

bit husky. Mike was also short.

The boys were completely silent until Mike said, “Hey, I wonder if that myth about Angels Cave is true?”

The name Angels Cave means the complete opposite of its title. The myth behind Angels

Cave is that whoever enters never leaves. It is said that a boy many years ago was trapped in

their.

Chuck replied, “There is only one way to find out. Riley, you should spend one night in

Angels Cave to see if the myth is true.”

Riley looked petrified right then, but knowing Chuck and Mike would tease him by

saying no he accepted. Throughout the rest of their lacrosse pass, Riley was silent.

Time flew by quickly and Riley was off to Angels Cave. The same night Chuck slept over

at Mike’s house so in the morning they could head on over.

Morning came and Mike and Chuck headed on over. They both screamed, “Riley! We’re

here!”

Five minutes had passed and Mike and Chuck became worried. Mike picked up a note

saying, “Help sucked in.”

Both the boys knew at that moment that something horribly had gone wrong. Also, they

knew that the note was not completely finished. Both boys rushed home with the note to tell their

parents.

“Wait.” Chuck said anxiously.

“What?” Mike said Mysteriously.

“Our parents wont ever believe us.” Chuck said sadly.

“You’re right.” Mike replied gloomily.

Both boys had now headed back to Angels Cave. They searched all throughout the cave.

Suddenly they both heard. “Uhhhhhhhh. Who has dared enter Angels Cave?”

“We have,” said Mike and Chuck.”

At that moment, both boys had tried outrunning the ghost. They heard the ghost mumble,

“Nobody ever showed me Shamus friendship.”

Back in the 1800s The Island of Domingo used to be a small community. There lived a boy named Shamus who had no friends, but was known to be the kindest boy throughout the

village. Since all the boys really disliked him, they set up a prank. These boys told Shamus to

meet them at Angels Cave to play checkers. In these times Angels Caves was named that for

being a peaceful place. So, very happily Shamus had accepted the boys offer and was off to

Angels Cave the next afternoon. The boys plan was to never show up, have him wait there until

dark. When Shamus got there, he fell on his head. Shamus was now dead. So, now whoever

enters Angels Cave never leaves.

The boys then tripped and screamed, for now they knew their time was running out.

“Please! We have just come here to save our friend Riley.” Screamed Chuck.

Shamus gave them a weird look as if he were confused. “Thank you.” Shamus said

happily.

“You have now freed my soul to heaven. When I had died I was put under a spell to haunt

Angels Cave until somebody showed me friendship.” Shamus said happily.

“What about our friend Riley?” Mike said curiously.

“Your friend will return.” Shamus replied.

Right then Mike and Chuck were just so happy. Their friend was alive and Angels Cave

shouldn’t be haunted.

The boys hugged Riley and had thanked Shamus so gratefully. “I’m back!” Riley

screamed.

The boys went home as if nothing had ever happened. Their secret had remained a secret

forever, for it was too unbelievable to tell. “Where were you guys?” Mike’s mom asked?

“Ah nowhere.” Mike replied.

The boys stomped up to Mike’s room and laughed.

Sorry for double spaced

:pitty:

[NIRVANAGIRL]

Caught Within Silent Screams
-LynZ

Can't you hear the poor girl screaming?
Her wails and shrieks outside the door.
Can't you hear the poor girl crying?
Soft tears and sobs burn through the floor.
Can't you hear the poor girl dying?
Her thoughts forgotten ever more.

The blood runs down through cracks and holes
It sticks between violent guilty fingers
Who the killer really is, no one knows
But we all know what the cause is
Loss of love, and loss of fate
Soon we'll be consumed by hate

Make death quick yet make it sound
Make her wish that she'd been bound
Heaven comes but once a year
Silent screams and silent tears
Make me wish for better goals
Please tell me my heart is whole

I fail to make the darkness fade
I fail to make the whole facade
My heart keeps beating though I try
To make it stop to let it die
It won't give up and won't give in
Maybe one day this will end.

Not my best by far, but I got bored and wanted to write something.

[Poetic]

Banner!

Edit...Banner=Fail

Me try again.

Attempt 2:

http://i20.tinypic.com/2i1kz80.gif

[kogeck]

New poem:

Night of Hell

Longing for flesh,
Thirsting for blood,
as I creep quietly among the glass moon,
Shadows enfulg me in my search...

That dark, lush swamp awaits my return,
but I hear prey amongst the bushes,
I leap, and grope wildly for the flesh,
as I sink my long fangs into their necks...

But as I dined on their veins,
A hand grabbed my shoulder,
The face was blurred and smeared...

Untill it held a dagger to my throat,
I saw who it was.

"Hello, Death,"
My final words.

[Poetic]

I'm going on vacation! I'll be back to review applications in 4 days.
:D

[NIRVANAGIRL]

New poem:

Night of Hell

Longing for flesh,
Thirsting for blood,
as I creep quietly among the glass moon,
Shadows enfulg me in my search...

That dark, lush swamp awaits my return,
but I hear prey amongst the bushes,
I leap, and grope wildly for the flesh,
as I sink my long fangs into their necks...

But as I dined on their veins,
A hand grabbed my shoulder,
The face was blurred and smeared...

Untill it held a dagger to my throat,
I saw who it was.

"Hello, Death,"
My final words.
^^^^^^In love with that. :]

[Heat 4eva]

Caught Within Silent Screams
-LynZ

Can't you hear the poor girl screaming?
Her wails and shrieks outside the door.
Can't you hear the poor girl crying?
Soft tears and sobs burn through the floor.
Can't you hear the poor girl dying?
Her thoughts forgotten ever more.

The blood runs down through cracks and holes
It sticks between violent guilty fingers
Who the killer really is, no one knows
But we all know what the cause is
Loss of love, and loss of fate
Soon we'll be consumed by hate

Make death quick yet make it sound
Make her wish that she'd been bound
Heaven comes but once a year
Silent screams and silent tears
Make me wish for better goals
Please tell me my heart is whole

I fail to make the darkness fade
I fail to make the whole facade
My heart keeps beating though I try
To make it stop to let it die
It won't give up and won't give in
Maybe one day this will end.

Not my best by far, but I got bored and wanted to write something.

Wow. You are extremely talented NG, that talent'll take you some place one day.

I'm going on vacation! I'll be back to review applications in 4 days.
:D

Have a good holiday Poe :D

[kogeck]

I'm going on vacation! I'll be back to review applications in 4 days.
:D
Alright, have a great time. =]

^^^^^^In love with that. :]

Ty. ;)

[NIRVANAGIRL]

Wow. You are extremely talented NG, that talent'll take you some place one day.



Have a good holiday Poe :D

Thanks. :]

And have a good time, Poe. :)

[Freebee93]

all i fear
is coldness dear
when eyes go to right
all i feel is horrible tonight
with a heart in pain
i feel such shame
in a place full of light
but my eyes feel red and tight
the spirit within what may be
is there something wrong with me?
all care is leave my fright
with sadness falling tonight
didn't know i could write that:rolleyes:

[kogeck]

New Poem:

Suicide Note

The horizon may be bright,
and the sky may be blue,
But my insides get cold,
When I think of you,

That fateful night,
That small, crumpled sheet,
Which told me what you had done,
And what I had to beat,

I cannot stand it anymore,
My relationship was about to bend,
Ever since I started cheating on you,
But now my life will end.

The place of my death,
The place we first met,
Where I will fall down to Hell,
For my life was at your debt.

[Makarov]

Laughter, giggles under that old oak tree.
Oh how we thought we were free!
In August all that pool fun.
Better than being in that burning sun.
That is how childhood should be.

:pitty:

[NIRVANAGIRL]

Flaming Spirits
-LynZ

Feel the heat
And hear the screams
Searing pain
The heat so brings

Clutching close
My one so loved
Screaming "Death!"
Pushed & shoved

Letting go
Seeping tears
Crying "No!"
Living fears

I love him still
As that day
Kill your fill
You violent flame

Bring him back
Take my life
Face the facts
Torn with strife

Standing there
At his grave
Dark roses here
No life to save.

If read, please give thoughts and comments.

[Freebee93]

The sky is blue
As heart is true
as the heart may desire
the darkness gives tears of fire
How can it be?
nobody light except me
Trader you were warned
And you swore
good bye goodnight forever.
dat's weird?

[Makarov]

I'm tired of doing my homework, so I'm posting this poem I wrote in school today.

I bleed, I laugh, I giggle.
How I use to love to wiggle.
I know I had to die.
Though to get to Heaven, for some reason I can't fly.
I bleed, I giggle.

[Freebee93]

Sun
The sun was high
And as i saw oh my!
Tears from the dead
happiness does not spread
when i desire
i will give tears of fire
white as clear
happiness dear with hope
not to call one a dope

pretty light?

[Dannyboy]

I feel as if I need to join to bring some light upon to this place (and the fact that I like writing and drawing).

Best Poem:

Together we fought
Under the dawn,
We shared our laughs,
We bore our flag,
We shed our tears,
Our flag has fallen
We are home.

I will post some of my artwork eventually.

[walmartshrty]

I want to join but I have a little problem. My entry thing is longer then a hundred words and I don't know how I can upload it unto the internet. So I need a way that I can get it on the internet so I can link it. The file type is .odt but I can change the file type to .txt

HELP ME! :(

[jujubeeruler]

Best Poem:

Final Moments

I take your hand
I hold it tight
How hard it is to say goodbye

As I sit by your hospital bed
All I see is seeping red

How I’ll miss sitting by your side
My faithful companion going to die

Speeding cars on the interstate
One just went too fast

The dreaded call
I picked up the phone
Of course I thought you would return home

I squeeze your hand
I feel it’s warmth
Your final minute on this earth
:blush:

[NIRVANAGIRL]

May I remind some of you, that for the writing form, a short story is also required.

[jujubeeruler]

:O Sorry didn't realize that. I will post mine soon. Hope you liked my poem!

[walmartshrty]

Forget it, there's absolutely no way. I'm posting it. =o

Darkness devours the light like a wolf hunting after prey
Why is that the small child is frightened of the dark?
we despise that which is a mystery to us,
laugh at the face of what we fear most,
and grasp to the things that tear us apart.

Forson stared out at the sun setting, waiting to see that last glimpse of light disappear under the savory
darkness, he didn't want to go back to the place he knew and hated. But he couldn't stay forever. He had to go back to his family, to his small but grand life.
The autumn leaves crunched beneath his boots as he hiked back to the life he wanted so to forget. The light faded making it almost impossible to see his hand in front of his face, but he knew the way, far too well. He had spent many a nights hiking back in forth, deciding if he should run away or face his parents disapproving faces again. He saw lights in the distance, and he almost turned away. But he didn't, it was like a challenge to him everyday, and everyday he succeeded in keeping the peace between him and his alter ego. The person who wanted so bad to get away and the person who wanted to have a warm comfy bed and a dismal future. He approached the large building his called his home, and ducked through the back door hoping his parents hadn't noticed that he had gone off again. But they didn't. His mother ran out the room screaming with a worried look on her face. “Where were you, Forson?! I've been worried sick, how many times do I have to tell you to leave a note when you go?”
Forson looked at the polished floor to avoid eye contact with his mother.
“You're grounded! I'm tired of you running off anytime you want to without notice or permission.” she shouted angrily.
This wasn't the first time he had been grounded by slipping out of the house quietly and certainly not the last. He liked to be alone, to be himself. Invisibility was Forsons best weapon, it was his escape from the world. He didn't have to worry about wearing the right clothes or saying the right words. He could go by un-noticed.
“Now, GO TO YOUR ROOM!” she yelled. He jumped out of his thoughts and shuffled to his room, hoping his father hadn't been home to witness the blow-up.
His parents were both busy lawyers, too busy to deal with his disappearances, and usually he could get away without them noticing. But every once in awhile, they would notice and he would get in trouble. His father was his only friend, who he confided in, about almost anything. He liked to convince himself that his father was the only reason he stayed.

^End of chapter thing.^

[jujubeeruler]

Different
By: Jujubeeruler

“Blood, blood” a whispery voice said from the shadows,
“Veins, guts” said another voice.
“Internal organs” said yet another voice. At this the mutated cannibalistic creatures cheered. It was time for the annual meeting of the EET GUTZ clan (the cannibalistics), this year their goal was to recruit as many members as possible. Now way they did this is too gory to be said in this text. As they all went to stalk their prey a few cannibalistics lingered to watch the moon rise, one of these was a cannibalistic named Roger. Roger looked like a normal cannibalistic with matted red hair and a bluish tinge to his skin but Roger was different. For some reason he couldn’t capture any prey, if a cannibalistic couldn’t capture prey he was considered useless. But somehow Roger knew he had a purpose as a cannibalistic; he didn’t know what it was yet but someday he would.
Other important cannibalistics were: Beheaded- the oldest cannibalistic who helps Roger find his purpose, Gentlekill- the cannibalistic king who is plotting to kill Roger, Knife-thrower- Roger’s best friend who is the son of the king, Poker and Blackjack- Roger’s older twin brothers who are considered to be the best hunters in the clan, Treason- Roger’s dad and the kings closest adviser and Felony- Roger’s mom who is a brutal killer.
“Come on Useless, time to go.” said Blackjack,
“Stop calling me that!” said Roger.
“Stop fighting both of you” said Felony.
“You three better be good because today is the day the king announces his big plan, it is a big day for your father.”
“But its true,” muttered Blackjack under his breath.
“That’s enough out of you” said Felony obviously annoyed.
“Yeah Blackjack, you heard her” said Poker.
“Shut up!” yelled Blackjack.
“Guys!” shouted Roger.
“All of you be quiet” said Treason calmly.
The car instantly went quiet. Treason didn’t talk much but when he did it scared people. His voice had a low wheezing sound to it so it sounded kind of like when you leave the car running on a cold winter day.
“Welcome everybody;” said the king in his slick ice cold voice, “today we’re going to discuss the matter of Treason’s son Roger. I see he is unable to catch prey… “I have decided to give him one week and if he does not catch something or find a purpose we’re going to give him to the humans.” At this Poker and Blackjack snickered. Knife-thrower (Roger’s best friend) elbowed them, hard. Knife-thrower was the king’s son but somewhat of a rebel, he never agreed with what the king said and it always showed. That was what Roger liked about him; he always voiced his opinion. When Roger heard what the king had said his blood ran cold.
Roger was pacing the floor in Knife-thrower’s room.
“What should I do?” he asked him.
“Maybe you should consult Beheaded” replied Knife-thrower.
“But everyone knows he’s just a crazy old coot.” said Roger exasperatedly.
“Well I don’t think so, I always talk to him, and I think he’s wise. Just try talking to him you’ll see what I mean.” said Knife-thrower.
“Fine, I’ll try but if I don’t like him I’m not trying again.”

“Hmmm…said Beheaded. “So you need to find a purpose huh?” “Well you came to the right geezer. No really you did, Eugene lives next door and he’s a chainsaw dealer he’s kind of sick in the head if you know what I mean. Why don’t you try playing bloodball! It’s good fun. Alright, you start Thursday, at Gore Stadium.”

“Useless! Mom said it’s time for you to get ready for bloodball practice,” called Poker.
“O.K.” sighed Roger, he had been forced into this by the coot, sometimes he hated Knife-thrower, he didn’t even know how to play bloodball!
When he got to Gore Stadium his team was waiting… bloodball was a sport which was named for its ball that had super sharp spikes jutting out from its side that more often than not made the players bleed. The object of the game was to drive the spikes of the said ball into the other teams post 75 times.
“So you’re the new player huh?” said the coach.
“Yep…” said Roger
“Alright then let’s see what you’ve got” said coach.
Soon Roger discovered he had knack for the game and he was the team’s star player. Even the king enjoyed watching him play. The day his sentence came he was able to stay with the rest of the cannibalistics because of his bloodball playing. Everybody finally respected him. Roger had found his purpose. But pretty soon Roger got the ball lodged in his skull…

[kogeck]

Full Moon

Whenever the lone wolf,
sings his song of sorrow,
The dead come to life,
and the dammed rise,

Lifeless corpses,
shrivieled skin,
crying blood as tears,
Concede to thier fate to Hell,

Spirits roam,
chains rattle fiecrely,
as the glossy moon hangs overhead,
casting an unforgiving ghost in the black water,

When the lone wolf,
sings his song of sorrow.

[NIRVANAGIRL]

Thank you for your entries, I'll try and look over them tomorrow. (But until Poetic gets back from his vacation, a final choice in acception can't be made. Please be patient. :])

[mischiefmake]

Poem-
Overcome with feelings of misery and pain,
Before her eyes the images dance,
No more to gain,
One knife, one chance,
The pure bliss of life,
The power of romance.

His dark eyes burning into her skin,
Her hand clutching the last sign of hope,
A mournful sob from within,
A single gasp escapes his throat,
This is one fight thou shall not win,
A last look at the night sky, one last word that is,
Good-bye.

Short Story (Part of) (http://img144.imageshack.us/img144/4359/storytp6.png)

[Poetic]

Wow...This thread feels really good to bump. First post has been edited, new members added, old members moved up, names changec, etc.

Tears is back in business.

:D

[Freebee93]

Best Poem:
Evil Men Arunning

Men arunning
Sons of the cunning
Being Cruel
Dying in Duel
Killing for pleasure
Or the treasure
Take a rest
Wish you the best
Death await
If so soon i will meet you at the gate

Best short story:
I am only a poet i'm no author.
Funny cause my mom wrote a 120 page story in Microsoft word :P

[Ninja1]

Can I join? I think this will be good for depth in mind.
I know there was a rule not joining to GFX Teams, but there wasn't one about joining to teams, one being Poetry.

So what do I have to do to join?

[Phrax]

I will join as a writer.

Poem:
Tomb
Summer Wind in my hair,
Sand between my toes.
Nothing can compare to this.
Yet, it dosnt seem real.
The ocean is too blue.
The sand is too white.
Yet the world is so dark.
Winter Wind in my hair.
Snow under my boots.
Nothing can compare to this.
Yet, I dont feel at home.
I know where I am am.
Im in my tomb.

Story: I will give the first chapter of my story.
The Hollow
Chapter One:
Nothing compares to the time I spent in the Hollow. I felt alone even though I knew I wasn't. It crawled through every crack and every nook. There was no hiding from It. I ran down the cobbled streets. It knew where I was. I am coming. I ran faster.

[Ninja1]

What do artists do? I'm gonna download Macromedia Flash professional 8 to make stuff.

[kogeck]

Pshaw! I'm a Nymph now!
I got a fresh new poem for yall. :D

Silent Death

No body knew,
No body knew,
Of the death I had,
The night I got slew.

Darkness enfulging,
Nowhere had light,
They stood there before me,
Ready to fight.

I did not want to kill,
But thier eyes burned with death,
A pulled trigger,
Sent me breathing my last breath.

Clutching onto the thin thread of life,
I knew this was my mortal strife,
As I gazed into the eyes of my killers,
I whispered a curse...

Now I roam silently
Through the darkness,
Searching for my revenge.
When I find It, though, I'll go spiraling to Hell.

__________________________________________
I know I'm not to judge, but I'm just commenting.
Freebee: AMAZING. I love that piece of poetry. Rock on.
Phrax: WTH, man? Where have you been hiding your talent? 0.0

[Ninja1]

I know I'm not a write but here.

Affected

The scrawl up to the one,
only for the glory of time,
sitting there,
In the shrine.

He had his wins,
and had his losses,
but for thee family,
with the crosses.

I know its bad.:PIt's like my first poem ever. Serious poem.*

[Freebee93]

The Black Knight
The Black knight searches for me
and kills all thee who defend for me
my heart pumping
the ground thumping
shimmer the star
soon i will leave and go yet far
Goodbye forever
Goodbye we will meet again never

Whatcha think?:D

[Poetic]

Yodel Peeps. This thread is acitve! Still waiting for some artz people though. I may have to start a Blitz Smear Campaign. *sigh*

Waddle...Er...Write On.
—Poetic

RFS...Seeing the enormous influx in writer type people...Would you be interested in running a new track? Draconia would be a mildly smexy name...no?

[Ninja1]

Let It Go

The bullets been shot,
and my friend is down,
for what do I do,
in this chrisis,
this pain,
this gore,
In a time of war,
Just fall down,
and the battle will end.


Oh, I like this one.:)

Poe, I wanna be both, Writer, and Artist. Can you link me to a working site to download the trial of Flash Professional?

[Freebee93]

I don't draw but i do c4d's and stuff.
http://i26.tinypic.com/avmttf.png
I made that for walmart

Edit: New Poem!
The scare

The scare erupted
A scream was heard
a figure merged from the dark
its was horrible, the trees almost lost there bark
black as the ink in a book
yet white as a hook
the figured floated to me and said,
Begone! your loved one is... dead

[Poetic]

NOTICE: IF YOU ARE APPLYING, FILL OUT THE ENTIRE FORM FOR YOU SPECIALTY.

I don't draw but i do c4d's and stuff.
http://i26.tinypic.com/avmttf.png
I made that for walmart

Free: Sorry...But you have to fill out the entire form. C'mon...Do a sketch in PS or Gimp.

Ninja: I enjoy your enthusiasm, but be warned that Flash is a hard program to use. Here's the link: https://www.adobe.com/cfusion/tdrc/index.cfm?product=flash
Also, make sure you fill out the entire form for writing if you want to be a writer.

[Ninja1]

NOTICE: IF YOU ARE APPLYING, FILL OUT THE ENTIRE FORM FOR YOU SPECIALTY.



Free: Sorry...But you have to fill out the entire form. C'mon...Do a sketch in PS or Gimp.

Ninja: I enjoy your enthusiasm, but be warned that Flash is a hard program to use. Here's the link: https://www.adobe.com/cfusion/tdrc/index.cfm?product=flash
Also, make sure you fill out the entire form for writing if you want to be a writer.
I knnw it's difficult, I used to have it, until my computer got erased with all the information.

Um, when I clicked the link, it asked for all this information..

[Poetic]

I knnw it's difficult, I used to have it, until my computer got erased with all the information.

I need a log in, can I use yours?

If I had one, the answer would be no. I got Flash as a gift. Soz.
;)

[Ninja1]

If I had one, the answer would be no. I got Flash as a gift. Soz.
;)
Darn, can you just link me to a site for the trial then?

[Poetic]

Darn, can you just link me to a site for the trial then?

Soz...Tis the only site I know.

[Freebee93]

Would a unfinished CP story do?

Fine here. Photoshop brushes
http://i26.tinypic.com/2iiirgm.jpg

[Ninja1]

I alreay did. Just make a log in name.

Psst...I AM NOT TELLING YOU TO MAYBE LIE ON ALL THE QUESTIONS
I did. I have an account, it's just when I try to download something, it asked for more SPECIFIC information that actually gets sent to people who work for Adobe.

Psst...GO CHECK IT OUT YOURSELF.

uM, DID YOU SEE ANY OF MY NEW POEMS?

[Poetic]

I said i can't write stories unless you want one i wrote when i was 8.

Fine here. Photoshop brushes
http://i26.tinypic.com/2iiirgm.jpg

I am sorry, but I reviewed the forum rules, and apparently you may only be in 1 GFX team at a time. You are therefore unconsiderable.
-_-

[Ninja1]

I am sorry, but I reviewed the forum rules, and apparently you may only be in 1 GFX team at a time. You are therefore unconsiderable.
-_-
Who are you directing this to?
Me, or Freebee93.

REALLY OUSOME FAKE EDIT: Yay, it's downloading.

[Freebee93]

well i can still go in the writing feild and this isn't exactly a GFX team, also writing form,
Best poem,
Men arunning
Sons of Cunning
being cruel dying in duel
killing for the pleasure
or the treasure
take a rest
wish you the best
death await
if so soon i will me you at the gate

Best short story
This is an unfinished CP fan story k?
By Freebee93
Dedicated to everyone.
Characters: Isiik, Ti, Leepmi67



Chapter 1

Isiik woke the morning ready to pack her freinds and her were leaving the island. A few days ago a young penguin named Siilop had been attacked by a strange crab. It had appeared in the news that Siilop had been found dead. It shaked Isiik greatly and it was decided to move to Waddles. Isiik awoke Leepmi67 and he ordered breakfast pizza while Isiik woke Ti.
After everyone was awake and filled they packed. The puffles sent to the shop the furniture sent to the shops. the igloo's made normal memberships canceled. After everything was done, they got in watersuits and life vests said goodbye one last time and got ready to go, they left leaving clubpenguin in the horizon.




Chapter 2
Leepmi67 and Ti, took a rest in the back during Isiik turn to drive to ocean was vast and waddles was another 2 weeks away it was there second day on board. They were bored stiff. 6 hours into the 16 day voyage the realized the forgot something to do and since they had always lived together there was no gossip and peng.net was not available on Isiik's laptop here. Rock, Paper, Scissors, quickly had gotten old.
"Muaahuhwoo.."
Ti was awake, they switched spots and Isiik fished a fish with her pole from rockhopper. she wrapped it in some paper and took a nap.
When she woke up Leepmi was driving and Ti was preparing the fish.
"Ouch!"
Isiik cried the stiff cushions had heart her back. She missed Katz her blue puffle, they were heading for safety. Isiik hoped there were pets on waddles. But yet waddles and clubpenguin had not told each other much about themselves so details were unknown.
"What if the newspaper was on a different date? What will we eat on waddles? how often do they get new stuff? how do they get coins?" so many questions. so little answers.



Chapter 3
One more day, Isiik thought ocean life was rough everybody had been sea-sick atleast twice and and she felt it again she let fly, but then she had to switch with Leepmi. She thought back to when she was young she played Hydro Hopper 24/7 she never thought what the driver's seat was like.Now she did. It was dull. 3 hours later it was Ti's turn. Isiik fell asleep and dremed they had not left clubpenguin it wasn't pretty, there were atleast a dozen deaths in the paper each week when it finnally ended dinner wasn't served the anchor was down, where were Ti and Leepmi67?

[Kittens & Cats]

So... we can write stories in this club too? Yayz.

[kogeck]

New poem. :D Writers block is gone.

Burning Tears

Your eyes burn with passion,
I gazed back into your deep eyes,
Nothing is disguised when I looked,
You love, passion, hatred and lies.

Holding on to your hand,
We walk the line together,
Your eyes fill with apprehension,
Our eyes met...

Burning fiercely,
Your lips are mine,
Feeling of love,
Not the kind made in factories

As I remember the moments,
The times of my life,
Burning tears run down my face,
To the lips you touched so long ago,
Those wishes unspoken...

[jujubeeruler]

So I guess I didn't make the cut this time...
Oh well, there's always next month.:)

-Juju

[REVENGE]

Yes, please don't get discouraged if you don't get in the first or second time. All that rejection in this thread means is that we believe you have more potential than you're letting yourself give off. And the month wait isn't only so that you can patiently wait a month either - it's so you can practice, and get better, so don't forget to keep writing. The more you write, the better you get.

[Freebee93]

New Poem:
(It takes place in the future)

Crumble
Lives ready to crumble
People hearing a rumble
Fires killing
Tax collectors billing
Scary men
One named Ben
Goodbye Earth
You are no longer worth

[Ninja1]

New Poem:
(It takes place in the future)

Crumble
Lives ready to crumble
People hearing a rumble
Fires killing
Tax collectors billing
Scary men
One named Ben
Goodbye Earth
You are no longer worth

Nice, I like it.:)

Fight

What has happened to this place,
This place which used to be a peacful chase.
For thy fighting and the shame,
and the blood and the goore,
when will this sickness,
and this war,
finally end.

Painful

It hurts so bad,
when I'm glad,
for a bad reason,
in my minds season,

cuz of my friends,
I have no trend,
and for this,
I need a kiss,

so fare'well,
to all thee is nice,
never die out,
when dim and doubt,
comes before you.

[Batman_Freak]

This is wicked awesome! Finally a club for HAND drawing! Im an artist but I dont know how good I am compared to others so here. oh and I will post more later (gotta go to schoolio)

Art Form
Best Piece Totally From Scratch: (Its not my best, this was just already saved on my computor but I'll post better ones later. WAY better ones) http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/4234/dscn0558ss7.th.jpg (http://img180.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dscn0558ss7.jpg) http://img169.imageshack.us/img169/4945/dscn0559fp6.th.jpg (http://img169.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dscn0559fp6.jpg) http://img401.imageshack.us/img401/6985/dscn0560ly9.th.jpg (http://img401.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dscn0560ly9.jpg)
Best Piece With Stock Images and C4ds: probably this, but i enjoy hand drawing more. http://img176.imageshack.us/img176/7163/mygamertagrw8.jpg

[Ninja1]

It's Time
When the time is right,
may it be so bright,
for thee shining upon us,
in great feeling and must,
you've been touched by an angel,
again and again,
you are dogs best friend,
don't let it fade,
but let it rade,
for thee shining upon us.

[Freebee93]

Your Hand felt cold
Your hand was cold
I knew what that told
Weeping at your feet
Your eyes white from defeat
They tried to make me leave
But i knew i had a message to receive
A faint whisper foretold
That i was bold
As i see
You wish to have died with me
It said
Then i felt a rush of air by your deathbed
You rose almost like alive
All you said, was goodbye

________________
Ninja.. Just...Wow..

Also
Bright as air
You were there
When we saw that dark flare
It laughed and it screamed
Like it made us defeat
Then we saw
It had no eyes at all
Then my eye shut
When it opened a man was saying, but....
A clear voice with a horrible ting
It said Staren! How you fail to bring me the magic wing?
Try again to bring me it
So i can make darkness bit by bit
Then something warm shook me from my sleep
A warm hand on my cheek
You said, Levere?
While i felt hurt to very severe
With me lying on a hospital bed
Are you alright? You said
I blinked and saw
The nightmare had not happened after all!

[Batman_Freak]

This is wicked awesome! Finally a club for HAND drawing! Im an artist but I dont know how good I am compared to others so here. oh and I will post more later (gotta go to schoolio)

Art Form
Best Piece Totally From Scratch: (Its not my best, this was just already saved on my computor but I'll post better ones later. WAY better ones) http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/4234/dscn0558ss7.th.jpg (http://img180.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dscn0558ss7.jpg) http://img169.imageshack.us/img169/4945/dscn0559fp6.th.jpg (http://img169.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dscn0559fp6.jpg) http://img401.imageshack.us/img401/6985/dscn0560ly9.th.jpg (http://img401.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dscn0560ly9.jpg)
Best Piece With Stock Images and C4ds: probably this, but i enjoy hand drawing more. http://img176.imageshack.us/img176/7163/mygamertagrw8.jpg


Hey Poetic, can I please join? Thanks! This is a pretty cool club! :cool::P

[Phrax]

I will join as a writer. Here is my form:

Poem:
Tomb
Summer Wind in my hair,
Sand between my toes.
Nothing can compare to this.
Yet, it dosnt seem real.
The ocean is too blue.
The sand is too white.
Yet the world is so dark.
Winter Wind in my hair.
Snow under my boots.
Nothing can compare to this.
Yet, I dont feel at home.
I know where I am.
I am in my tomb.

Story: I will give the first chapter of my story.
Diary ofThe Hollow
Chapter One:
Nothing compares to the time I spent in the Hollow. I felt alone even though I knew I wasn't. It crawled through every crack and every nook and there was no hiding from It. I ran down the cobbled streets. It knew where I was.
A voice peirced the back of my brain. I am coming. I ran into a abandoned pub hoping to trick It. I locked the door behind me. No more than a second later It started to seep under the door. There was no way out. I was trapped.
I leaped over the bar and opened the celler door. I took the steps by two, never looking back. I hid in an old, dried up, dusty wine barrel. I knew It was already in the room. Now It was searching for me. And when it found me, I knew It would show no mercy upon me.

[REVENGE]

Hey Poetic, can I please join? Thanks! This is a pretty cool club! :cool::P

Please be patient. Poetic isn't able to get online every day, and as I need his consent as well, I'm not able to make any final choices until his return. Thank you.

[kogeck]

New poem:

Life in Death

Pain, suffering,
Sometimes I feel that my life is not worth it,
That I would trade it all
To see him next to me.

Life is not what it seems,
My life might seem like death,
I live in a cloudy haze of memories
Yet I still feel as empty as his coffin...

But the only thing that keeps me on Earth,
Is the love of the friends
Who cry with me
Who laugh
with me,
but
my life
might
never
be
done...

I find it rather depressing, but I was listening to a sad song.

[Freebee93]

Watcha peeps think of.... DIS!

Bright as air
You were there
When we saw that dark flare
It laughed and it screamed
Like it made us defeat
Then we saw
It had no eyes at all
Then my eye shut
When it opened a man was saying, but....
A clear voice with a horrible ting
It said Staren! How you fail to bring me the magic wing?
Try again to bring me it
So i can make darkness bit by bit
Then something warm shook me from my sleep
A warm hand on my cheek
You said, Levere?
While i felt hurt to very severe
With me lying on a hospital bed
Are you alright? You said
I blinked and saw
The nightmare had not happened after all!

Your Hand felt cold
Your hand was cold
I knew what that told
Weeping at your feet
Your eyes white from defeat
They tried to make me leave
But i knew i had a message to receive
A faint whisper foretold
That i was bold
As i see
You wish to have died with me
It said
Then i felt a rush of air by your deathbed
You rose almost like alive
All you said, was goodbye

Crumble
Lives ready to crumble
People hearing a rumble
Fires killing
Tax collectors billing
Scary men
One named Ben
Goodbye Earth
You are no longer worth
Spun Gold
You've spun gold
As i was foretold
People kill for it
Collecting every last bit
Not be vain
And give my family shame,
How do you do it?
Do you do it with a candle lit?
What material do you use
Please tell me that and some news

Also kogeck, rock on.

[Ninja1]

I don't quite have a Poem, but I'm making one right now.:)

[Phrax]

I will join as a writer. Here is my form:

Poem:
Tomb
Summer Wind in my hair,
Sand between my toes.
Nothing can compare to this.
Yet, it dosnt seem real.
The ocean is too blue.
The sand is too white.
Yet the world is so dark.
Winter Wind in my hair.
Snow under my boots.
Nothing can compare to this.
Yet, I dont feel at home.
I know where I am.
I am in my tomb.

Story: I will give the first chapter of my story.
Diary ofThe Hollow
Chapter One:
Nothing compares to the time I spent in the Hollow. I felt alone even though I knew I wasn't. It crawled through every crack and every nook and there was no hiding from It. I ran down the cobbled streets. It knew where I was.
A voice peirced the back of my brain. I am coming. I ran into a abandoned pub hoping to trick It. I locked the door behind me. No more than a second later It started to seep under the door. There was no way out. I was trapped.
I leaped over the bar and opened the celler door. I took the steps by two, never looking back. I hid in an old, dried up, dusty wine barrel. I knew It was already in the room. Now It was searching for me. And when it found me, I knew It would show no mercy upon me.

[Freebee93]

Dark Night
Dark night
Full of fright
Cats on a prowl
Wolves start howl
Ghost out spooking
Ghouls all scary looking
Skulls and cross bones
Flying threw the air stones
Saddening fright
Lives holding tight
A sight and a scream
Leave a horrid seem
Halloween night
What a sight

Scowl
Shallow with a scowl
Hides a man
In the hallow
With nothing to eat but peas in a can
Strapped to a bunk
Screaming hard
Legs missing a big chunk
Body on barely any guard
This man this guy
Committed a crime
And is sentenced here to die
In the pine

[Poetic]

RFS...Can this thread be moved to the Writer's Block? It's 99% writing.

[Freebee93]

Poe, I'm gonna restart my dud of a poetry team, if it works wanna have a battle?

[Batman_Freak]

I'm morem of a Hand Drawer. And I love to draw cartoon-ish stuff. (I still draw realiztic and ect. styles)

Art Form
Best Piece Totally From Scratch: (Its not my best, this was just already saved on my computor but I'll post better ones later. WAY better ones) http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/4234/dscn0558ss7.th.jpg (http://img180.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dscn0558ss7.jpg) http://img169.imageshack.us/img169/4945/dscn0559fp6.th.jpg (http://img169.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dscn0559fp6.jpg) http://img401.imageshack.us/img401/6985/dscn0560ly9.th.jpg (http://img401.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dscn0560ly9.jpg)
Best Piece With Stock Images and C4ds: probably this, but i enjoy hand drawing more. http://img176.imageshack.us/img176/7163/mygamertagrw8.jpg

May I join please Poetic?

[Poetic]

I've seen your application. Please wait until Revenge and I are on at the same time. Then we will discuss it.

[Batman_Freak]

Ok Poetic, thanks for your Consideration!:D

[Snoopy4life]

A weird/bad poem
-Tough-
Pain and sorrow
Will stay there until tomorrow,
When Glee and fun
Wait out there in the sun.
My world turns upside down
When my family will fight
Then I don't feel so right.
I wish to do my best,
But it makes me want to beat my chest.
When will it end?
As it only seems like a trend.
Enough is ENOUGH
I am, I am so tough.

EH I did that poem in just like 5 minutes -__-
I am more into art so here is some of my works'
http://img143.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dadex7.jpg
^ My dad
http://img444.imageshack.us/img444/4954/puppyvt8.jpg
^ That I know is not as good but I can do better

[Batman_Freak]

So Poetic, did you and Revenge make your mind(s)?

[Poetic]

So Poetic, did you and Revenge make your mind(s)?

No. And if you ask again, I will barbeque your puffle's inards, and feed them to my hamster.

[Snoopy4life]

No. And if you ask again, I will barbeque your puffle's inards, and feed them to my hamster.


Wow poetic is very violent....

[Batman_Freak]

Yea.....maybe I dont wanna join this club.....
JK but seriously dude, whats wrong? Sorry if I'm being noobish or something...

[Makarov]

No. And if you ask again, I will barbeque your puffle's inards, and feed them to my hamster.


Like when do I have 800 coins? Get to chat. WE CAN DOODLE!

[Poetic]

Like when do I have 800 coins? Get to chat. WE CAN DOODLE!

Ooh...I'm coming!!! :D:D:D

[Makarov]

I've been writing a story. I was writing it, stopped, and just got back to it. Lindsey might know what I'm talking about. I'm trying to bank on a writing contest to use it :P