can i join? I write fantasy novels. (On my fourth page 149!!!) Its my escape from the "real" world. Any one that loves mythology in this club?

river rat on 8/20/2010 8:18:42 PM

hey im always writing stories and i would love to be part of your club, can i join?!
thanks <3

hockeygirl18 on 6/30/2010 12:02:45 PM

Hey, I'd love to be VP, Head of Poetry, or Head of Novels. I'll start with VP- there's no app so I'll just say a little about myself: I'm 16, and I absolutely love writing. First of all I've always got my head in a book (good writing starts wth good reading) or my hand with a pen writing in one. I find inspiration for writing everywhere, and my house is full of my notebooks, which have everything from poetry to short fiction to scraps of novels in them! I don't want to brag but I'm pretty creative and I have around a 95 in English. I'm also a published and awarded writer- in 2007 I had a poem published in an anthology, in 2008 I won 2nd place in a city contest with a short story and won $75, and I won 3rd place in an Ottawa Public Library contest, and I won 1st place in an OECTA poetry contest, and I had poems published in Wet Ink Magazine and in ChixLIT magazine, and this year I got an honorable mention for a short story in a city contest. When I get involved in something I always give it my all, and I would be very dedicated to this club and always there for all the writing girlies out there!

As for Head of Poetry, here's my app:
1. I'm 16
2. I most like writing about emotions, relationships, and nature- anything that happens in my daily life and also in my imagination.
3. I get inspiration from the natural world I see everyday as well as the people I interact with, and often my dreams and random fantasies.
Sample poem: Devotion (please no one copy)

The ocean's rhythms pull you, the sea calls you. You feel it deep inside, as always.
Your eyes lose focus. “I have to go,” you say. Every time. “I have to.”
The others protest. “Stay!” they cry with jealousy. “Aren't we more important?”
But you slip away into the night.
Down at the shore, you stand there, sobbing along with the moaning surf.
You don't know why.
But the ocean does.
You shed tears, as salty as the water lapping at your feet,
for an ancient and unknown sorrow.
You and the sea, you grieve together.
And the moon shines down,
And the moon shines down.
You think you share everything, you and the sea.
And you do. Almost. For there is one thing, and only one,
The ocean does not share with anyone. Its heart. Its secret.
The reason why it is so lonely, and why it sighs in and out, in and out.
You yearn to know. Oh, how you long to know. “Tell me!” you plead.
“Someday,” the waves whisper. “Perhaps,” the tide murmurs.
And the moon shines down,
And the moon shines down.

And my app for Head of Novels:
1. See Head of Poetry app
2. See Head of Poetry app
3. See Head of Poetry app
Sample of writing: a short sample of the first chapter of the first book in my fantasy series The Last Soulseer (again, please don't steal)

“May the Great Spirit guide you on your life’s journey. Lyse Axuzota xun gardir heljun xu-karlyd vigulne.
“This is the story of how our World began, or, The History of Newelande, as we remember it today.
“Many ages ago, where our world is now, there was a different World. Old Earth, as we call it. Life had existed there for thousands of Winters. But the people of Old Earth slowly drove it to destruction, until an empty wasteland stretched across the globe. We do not speak of those evil times.
“Then the Great Spirit raised Its power and extinguished Old Earth, crushing it and all other planets, moons, and stars into a fine dust. Old Earth’s time had passed. But then the Spirit took some of the dust and formed our World, New Earth, or Newelande as we call it. The remainder of the dust was made into our stars, our constellations.
“Newelande is not round, as Old Earth was and the people there believed all planets to be. It is a rectangular prism. Our curved protective atmosphere encases us, yet if you burrow deep enough or sail to Water’s Edge in the very North of the Abraal Sea- you will fall and be forever lost in the space of Time and the time of Space.
“Many things have we that come from Old Earth; most plants and animals. But we also were given by the Great Spirit, who created all, new combinations, and creatures that the people of Old Earth believed were only imaginary.
“We on this Earth are charged with the task of remaining in harmony with each other, all living things, and most importantly- the Elements. The people of Old Earth knew them once, and honoured them, but in time they doubted, and scoffed, and forgot. We, the Newelandians, will never forget. We must not.
“The only heavenly bodies left in the Universe from Old Earth’s times are their Sun and their Moon. They swing through the skies in an eternal dance, reminding us that the Great Spirit is always watching, and the Elements must always be honoured.
“May the Great Spirit guide you on your life’s journey. Lyse Axuzota xun gardir heljun xu-karlyd vigulne.” Rarkwin finished the tale and repeated the traditional greeting, both in Newelandian and in Essendil.
“BVen xun ilku qwordja bven meaguf. And you, in peace and pleasure,” answered Fyra, also using both tongues. She leaned back, satisfied, as Rarkwin closed the old dusty volume and put it away.
Fyra Strongheart would be thirteen Winters old in two days’ time. She was a little tall for her age, and a little too thin to be considered pretty- perhaps ordinary, so far. The extraordinary thing was that her hair was a long, curly, bright red, and her eyes a large, piercing, bright green. In all of Faredom, and indeed, even all of Newelande, such hair and eyes had not been seen for many a long Winter. Blue eyes, and brown and grey and hazel and amber and violet; and golden hair, and brown and black and grey and white and even slightly auburn could be spotted every day all together in Faredom, yet no green and no red. And with her pale skin generously sprinkled with freckles, Fyra made for a startling appearance. Not pretty, but striking.
By way of personality, well, it is hard to say. At times she was quiet and obedient, at others she was hot-tempered and defiant. Always she was as unpredictable as the weather in the Southern Plains.
Rarkwin told her that when she had been only two years old, Fyra went with her family on a voyage in the Abraal Sea for a vacation. But somehow the ship sank, and all drowned, except Fyra. She was rescued by some fishermen, found afloat in a basket.
Across from Fyra sat Rarkwin, her guardian, who had taken her in after her parents drowned. He was old, more than seventy Winters, yet as hale and hearty as if her were half that. He looked like a kindly old elf, with white hair, a short white beard, and twinkling blue eyes; thin and small. Fyra almost towered over him.
Rarkwin was quick to laugh and slow to anger. He found it hard to think ill of anybody, yet if the need arose, he could be both furious and powerful.

Together they sat in Rarkwin’s small study, silently mulling over the story. Fyra looked around at the familiar room, filled with soft armchairs, bookshelves, and piles of parchment. Flickering candles provided a cozy light, while a yellow crescent moon peeped in through the window, illuminating the drifts of snow outside. The study was Fyra’s favourite room in the house, warm and comforting.
Her gaze slid over to Rarkwin. He appeared to be asleep, eyes closed and head resting on one wrinkled hand, yet Fyra knew he was thinking about the History of Newelande. She herself concentrated on it, savouring different phrases and snatches of sentences- “an empty wasteland stretched across the globe”, “Old Earth’s time had passed”, “the space of Time and the time of Space”, “will never forget”, “through the skies in an eternal dance”.
The History was by far one of the tales Fyra loved best. Rarkwin hadn’t told it in its full version; there were still the parts about the forming of the Peoples, the journey of King Ont, and the rise of Faredom. It was still thrilling and mysterious, though. She couldn’t bring herself to hate the people of Old Earth, but she wondered, did they know what they were doing? Did they realize they were destroying their only World, and did they regret it at all?
And then there was the traditional greeting. As far as Fyra knew, it had been handed down from Newelandian to Newelandian since the creation of New Earth. One was supposed to say it or respond to it in the common language and in one’s native tongue. Strangely, Rarkwin and she herself were the only people who spoke Essendil (again, as far as she knew, and she knew very little about it really). That was part of the mystery, intertwined with the History of Newelande, Fyra, and her guardian in ways that she did not yet understand.

Anyway, sorry for the length! Thanks for considering me, I'd be happy with any of the three positions (especially Head of Novels).

violet22 on 6/16/2010 3:48:57 PM

Application: Head of Poetry
Resume:
Won several poetry and story contests
Creative Writing Classes
Poetry Club
Age: 13
What I like to write about: As I sift through my thoughts, often i'll think of a word, sentence, or phrase that'll make my heart pound, and that becomes my topic.
Where I get my Inspiration from: My ever active emotions and mind.
Excerpt from My Collection of Heartfelt Poetry:

In melancholy silence I wait
Nobody stirs during nights reign
I only lay with my thoughts
protected by a curtain of darkness
Inside each tear upon my cheek
Memories of my ever faded past
My mind forever searching for something lost
It seems only I see the power
The power I have in my words, writing, and emotions.
Alone I embrace this power.
And I cry until the passion runs dry.
Yet it never seems to lessen.
When light kisses my sleeping face
I awaken from a dream
and yet I never slept
Only then do I realize:
A dream is not an illusion
A dream is a story written beneath your soul.
A dream is what I strive to be.

Sorry, it isn't my best, but I can edit it later!

DancingBunny on 3/24/2010 1:56:22 AM

Girls please check out my profile and enter my poetry contest! You all are extremely talented! Thank you for your time!

ELM522 on 3/13/2010 2:56:48 PM

I would totally love to be a MOD! Let me know! And also you could make a blogger!? Just a suggestion...I would love to do that!

Thanks!

TheSmartie on 1/1/2010 11:39:06 PM

Heyy ladies!!! Check out glowgirls.weebly.com! it’s a Christian site, and its totally safe. It requires no information from you, and you can post your email address along with your posts on the blogs if you want. Leave some comments and play some games. Thx a bunch!

Arahna1371 on 12/7/2009 7:46:31 PM

Hi
i would like to join and be a mod.I am great at giving all kinds of advice and I am on GL everyday.

XxSkilletXx on 11/28/2009 5:12:29 PM

how do you join a club? what is modding? im new so help!

harrypotter01 on 11/27/2009 2:10:10 PM

that is the only peom I had on the computer at the time.

snowgirl5659 on 11/6/2009 11:24:32 AM

Heyy! I'm Gabi (aka prez of *clubmusichearts*) and I was wonderin' if ur club would like 2 be a sister club with mine? It would be great 4 my musical girlies to get help with writing for songs aand stuff...

Thx,
Gabster

*clubmusichearts* on 10/25/2009 7:29:24 PM

HI, I would really like to join you club. I absolutely love writing and reading so I really really want to be apart of this.

If possible could I also be a mod? I give really good advice (I think ) and I go on girls life almost everyday.

Thanks
xoxo Mariah

yellow_mariah on 10/16/2009 9:55:11 PM

heey!,
i luvvv writing but i dont wanna apply for a actual job would it b ok 4 me to just join for the fun of it and if i have any stories ill post them and ask for opinions.
thanks,
kenzie

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Megan P. on 9/23/2009 10:54:12 AM

Ok you're probably annoyed with me now, but here's a short fiction story inspired by the VMAs. And something i imagined.

-The VMAs
“Can you believe it?!?” I said. We- small town kids, we were going to the VMAs! No we weren’t winners of some radio contest- we were stars! Well at least Leo, James, and J.T. were. I was just the girlfriend of rock star Leo London. And the friend of James Lo and J.T. Jan. Well actually they changed they’re last names so people wouldn’t find them, but paparazzi are paparazzi.
“You need to chill Lauren,” Leo said. He rolled his eyes, but smiled at me. His arm was around me in the rear facing limo seat. J.T. and Lo were in the opposite one.
“Like she can chill,” Lo said, “she’s been psyched for this since we got that phone call.”
“Yeah, but can you blame her? We never thought we’d be here would we?” We had to agree on that. Up until a year ago, there was no way we thought we’d ever get to come here.
You see, about a year ago, a big record company happened to be at a gig they were playing. And, well, I don’t think I have to explain the rest. Basically they’re famous. And I’m Leo’s girlfriend.
We stopped and the door was opened for us.
“Hey! What up Taylor?” I said as Swift’s smile greeted us as we climbed out of the limo. She must have got here just before us.
“Nothing much, except we’re at the VMAs of course!” We hugged each other then she said, ”I gotta go I think they’re waiting for me on the red carpet.” “Bye!” I called as she disappeared into the crowd of celebs.
Yeah, me and Taylor or pretty goods friends. I also know Katy Perry, Nickelback, Linkin Park, Shinedown, Lady GaGa, and a ton more. I’ve gotten to know a lot of celebrities in the past year. But I’m really close with Taylor.
“Hey guys? You didn’t tell anyone I was a freak did you?” I asked them as the crowd screamed and cameras flashed.
They looked at each other and grinned. “YOU GUYS TOLD GREEN DAY I WAS A FREAK!?!?!” I screamed at them. Which probably wasn’t the best idea right now. Everyone who heard me started whispering. Well at least they weren’t gossiping about my outfit. Unlike most of the girls here, I wasn’t wearing a dress and virtually no makeup on. I was in black jeans and an purple tank. I had on purple flip flops and a gold bracelet. I had black eye shadow and mascara on.
Someone tapped on my shoulder. I turned around and looked up at BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG. “Oh crap,” he said and turned around and ran. Well in the three seconds I was able to see him, he looked really nice.
“I whipped my head back around and said what did you tell them?!?!” I said. Usually people don’t run away from me till after they’ve met me.
“Umm… well we didn’t tell them much, just that you are obsessed with them, that you have a tattoo of BJ’s name, and that you have every album they’ve ever done,” James said smiling. “And you’re trying to ruin my life why?” “Because it was funny, except they actually believed us think you’re a freak now.” “So now BJ, Mike, and Tre think I’m a freak? Great.” I rolled my eyes and continued walking towards the interview dude.
“And here we have the members of White Crow Dieing. And er…Lauren Richmond, Leo’s girlfriend.” Great. He forgot my name. And BJ ran away from me. Not the best start to our first VMA.
“Ah so how does it feel, to be here on the red carpet? Because I mean this is your at the VMAs.” Leo smiled and said,” It’s amazing. Really it is. I mean we never thought we’d be here.” Then he kissed my cheek. “Awww. Isn’t that sweet? So what our you guys wearing?”
“Well I’m in a suit,” J.T. said. Of course. “I’m wearing a shirt and pants. Want details?” Lo said. Why am I not surprised? “I’m wearing an uncomfortable, but nice looking suit,” Leo said. My turn. So would I end up messing this up? “As you can see, I’m wearing a tank and pants.” Well that was good for a change.
“Ok well off to the carpet with you guys…. And girl.” The interview dude smiled. What cheesy person.
We continued walking to the carpet where the paparazzi were snapping photos. I honestly do not like posing for them. I usually just stand there awkwardly. But tonight was different. I smiled at them and posed one of those girly poses. Then I grabbed Leo’s tie and pulled him close to me, I stuck my foot up in the air all girl like, and kissed him. Wow. What I do for the paparazzi. Ha ha. I watch Animal Planet too much.
Well that last move there made them go wild. They started hooting and cheering snapping pictures. I released Leo and we walked down the rest of the carpet. Then we got into Radio City Music Hall where more paparazzi were waiting. And where more stars were. Let’s see, well Taylor was there, 3Oh!3, Katy, Gaga, Eminem, P!nk, All American Rejects, and if I went on, this would take a while. Oh look there was-Tre Cool?!?!?! He wasn’t running either. He was making his way towards us.
“Hey Crows,” he said. “Tre. Hey this is Lauren,” Leo said. Yeah perfect thing to say right now. Tre just looked weirdly at me and said,”Ohh… so where’s your tattoo?”
Great. “Tre, I don’t have a tattoo, they lied to you. They’re just trying to mess with you guys and make me look stupid.” He just kinda frowned and said,” Guess I’ll go tell BJ and Mike.” I’m going to get them for this.
We pushed past paparazzi and got into the stage area. We were here. The VMAs. We sat down where our giant seat cards were. I was on the inside, then Leo, J.T., and James. To my left was some people I didn’t really know, and after that was Green Day. Hmm, too many coincident in one night for my liking.
The host this year was Justin Timberlake. Well, here was the opening act…
About half an hour later, it was my time to shine.
“And now give it up for Lady Gaga and Lauren Richmond!” A round of applause and yells came from the crowd as Gaga and I walked down the stairs. What was she wearing?!?
I had the envelope. I smiled at her she laughed as the fans cheered,” So you’re actually in the video nominated for this, ‘Sneaky Little Devil’?” I nodded,” You bet, and I actually had a really low dress on and I had to bend down in the video. So I told the dresser people to get me a jacket, so naturally they go and buy something three sizes too small.” The crowd laughed and Lady Gaga said,” I hear you, during my performance I had a wedgie.” Everyone laughed. “Ok that was a little too much info. Anyway, here’s this year’s nominees for Best Rock Video.”
I heard the voice announcing and could sense the giant screen doing it’s slideshow thing. Then it stopped and I opened the envelope,” And the winners of the moonman for Best Rock Video is-WHITE CROWS DIEING!” Everyone cheered and “Sneaky Little Devil” came on. Leo, J.T., and Lo came up and I hugged them. I kissed Leo.
I handed them the moonman and the acceptance speech came.
Twenty minutes later it was time to perform. Could we match the amazing performance by Green Day? Did we have the excitement of Lady Gaga? Who knew but we were performing one way or another. I grabbed my guitar from the stage dude and said to the guys, “Break a leg.” J.T. ignored me, Lo laughed, and Leo said,” You too.”
You see I wasn’t technically in the band- I just played some of the songs whenever I happened to come to one of their concerts. John is the actual fourth member of White Crow Dieing.
My guitar is black and purple (imagine that). It doesn’t have any girly sparkles, no pins on/in the strap, just you average black and purple Explorer.
They were on stage now. Leo was talking about something,” Ladies and gentlemen, welcome my girlfriend and pretty much the fifth member of White Crow Dieing- Lauren!” Everyone went wild as I walked on stage. I heard people shouting- I think I even heard someone say “You’re hot!” which was weird, but flattering.
I took the mic from Leo’s hand and said, “ Thanks for letting me come up here.” Then I gave it back and took my place next to J.T.
Then the song began. We were playing “POP!” which is actually a song about goth/rocker/punk/emo people. Halfway through it was time for my special move. Leo, J.T., I went up to the front of the stage and a bunch of fire shot up out of the stage. The crowd ooohed and awed and cheered. Then J.T. and I fell down under the stage on purpose, onto a mat as more fire shot up. I heard the crowd talking and the music stop. I waved over at him. Then we climbed back onto the stage and we started playing again. Everyone screamed and I went over and high fived some of the fans along the edge of the stage. Then I continued playing till the end where we (Leo, J.T., John, and I) fall backward through holes in the stage onto the mats. Then I moved out of the way as Lo left his drum set and came and jumped down into the hole. A pretty awesome performance for us!
But then Leo was raised up onto the stage-and so was I!?!?! I threw my guitar to a guy who was under the stage as we were raised up onto the stage. This was not part of the plan was it?!?!!?
“What’s up New York?!?!” Leo screamed into the mic. Everyone clapped and yelled and went crazy. “As you may or may not know, today is also Lauren’s 16th birthday.” Oh it was?!?! Oh it was. I forgot once we had hit the red carpet. “So I wrote a song for her and I was thinking of playing it.” Screaming girls. “Do you want me to do that?” More screams of yeses. Oh my goodness he wrote a song for me?!?! I was hopelessly confused at that point. I just stood there dumbly till J.T. dragged me over to sit on a stool near Leo at the front of the stage.
Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. OH MY GOSH. He was going to sing to me?!?! Like directly to me!?!?!?! It was too much to comprehend, but I just sat there as I assumed I should do right then.
Then he began to sing…. the rest of the band played… by the end of it I was near tears. I got off the stool and went over and hugged him. Then we kissed. Then we walked off the stage with the crowd going “Awww” and “Rock on!” and what not.
Once we were back stage we went to our changing rooms and I changed into another pair of jeans and an orange top with orange chunky, elevated heels. Then we went back out and listened/watched the rest of the show. What a night that was.

Like it?

lasagna on 9/17/2009 4:33:33 PM

bludancingirl, you can apply for the applications above, write and post here, or just join and support others!

~lasagna~

lasagna on 9/7/2009 12:51:46 PM

I have posted the first six chapters here,but will continue the story in October on my profile. Until then enjoy, comment, and continue to be creative!

~lasagna~

lasagna on 9/6/2009 11:41:15 AM

Chapter Two
After spilling my guts, if ya know what I mean. I went out to Ty's garage. It was what had us all here, we were gonna start a band. Colten- bass, Toby- well he isn't in it but he comes anyway, Lisa- backup singer, Tyler- guitar, Alex- drums, me- guitar and vocals. Oh I guess I had better catch you up on my friends and life.
Ok so Colten, doesn't have a mom. Well he does but he's never met her. He never talks about it. He's an awesome skateboarder, and I've known him awhile. He's like a super genuis too.
Toby is a little on the geeky side. And he'll ride a scooter not a bike r skateboard. He's got no siblings.
Tyler. Ahh. Yeah he's annoying. Has an older bro, and is a skateboard ametur.
Lisa, yeah she is a lunatic, in good way though! Yeah there's really no good way, but she's my friend! She walks. Nothing else. And she has a twin, an older sister, and her mom is going to have a baby any day now.
Alex has been my best friend since like ever. We've known each other past remembering. His sister drowned three years ago... and he dislikes his twin brothers. I don't know why though.
"MICKEY!!!!!" Tyler screamed. "What! Huh? Oh did I fall asleep or blank out?" "Blank out." "Sorry school's getting to me again." "Understandable." He grinned at me and quickly frowned again. He drives me crazy.

Chapter Three
"So what are we playing?" "Beats me" Alex said. Then my cell phone rang.
"Gotta take this. Hey mom... Yeah I know I have homework, but... Mom, I... Mom, I... No I'm at Tyler's, but... Ok." I hung up and rolled my eyes. "Gotta go guys, skipped homework again to here and so..." I sighed. You know.
They all nodded. I grabbed my board and went home. Home is not pretty.

I was bored so I thought I'd put the next chapters in.

~lasagna~

lasagna on 9/3/2009 9:53:50 PM

Hi! Here's my application for head of poems. I love poetry and have even been published and I'm on the girlslife site (with my poem A day on the beach.)

1. How old are you? 13 2. What do you most like writting about? I love how I can express myself in a somewhat abstract way. Also because I'm full of inspiration it just comes naturally to me. 3. How do you get inspiration? I get inspiration from pictures, personal events, school, and things that happen around the world.


The water below us played a scene from the sky,
as the moon above us seems to gaze on nearby.
The ember's turned in,
but our fire still burns,
charring our skin,
yet keeping us from the violent water which churns.

We're both warm at heart,
yet cold when we part,
heavyweight hearts,
I can't stand being apart,
yet it's love which we try to outsmart.

~Ashlyn M.

sweetreddancer on 8/29/2009 9:50:40 AM

May I join? I've been looking for a club about writing, because I've been thinking of writing a book. And I want friends who will support me. Thank you!

~lasagna~

lasagna on 8/25/2009 4:40:48 PM

I made a few changes to my story...
(1st revision)
"New at Elks Middle School"

I hear people talking to there friends in the hallway.I see others hugging their friends they never saw all summer. I wish I could be back at Danville Junior/High School with all my friends.
I walk into the school's office. I go up to the front desk.
"Umm," I stammer, "I am new here and I uh need my class schedule."
"Welcome to Elks Middle School! What is your name?" The lady at the desk asks.
"Mallory Owens." I say.
"Ah Mallory Owens," she says, "My name is Mrs. Patersky I am the school secretary. I know everything you need to know about this school."
Mrs. Patersky shuffled through some papers.
"Here is your schedule. Your first class is in room 801. It is right down the hall and to the left."
"Thanks" I tell her staring down the long list of classes. History, Life Science, Algebra...
"You better get moving. Mr. Snizer doesn't like to wait for people." stated Mrs. Patersky.
I saunter down the hall, past a few people. I hear them whisper and point. They are probably saying, "There's the new girl." "I hope she's not in my class!" I trek on. "Down the hall and to the left" i repeat in my head.
I step through the door. Every one is staring at me. My cheeks are probably tomato red.
"You must be Ms. Mallory Owens." says the teacher.
I nod.
"There is a seat open behind Ms. Tanya Konswalki." he states.
I take my seat.
Tanya turns around.
"Hi." she shyly says.
"Hi," I say back, "You must be Tanya."
"Yea I am." Tanya answers.
"Girls no talking in class." the teacher says.
The bell rings.
"My name is Mr. Snizer for all of you that do not know me. I will be you History teacher." states Mr. Snizer in a monotone voice.
"More like Mr. Snoozer." comments Tanya loud enough for only me and a few other people around her to hear. I giggle.
"Ms. Owens," says Mr. Snizer with a slight edge in his voice, "would you like to tell the class what's so funny?"
"No, Mr. Snoozer, I mean Snizer." I say embarrassed.
He glares at me before turning back to the class. "Open your books to page 12. Chris start reading."

Bridgge2010 on 8/13/2009 3:21:44 PM

I can be a Mod if you would like. I love writing and have been roleplaying for years. I'm even going to be on the school's newpaper this year. My request was backed up by my school's English department head.

Rin on 8/12/2009 2:08:37 PM

sorry about that last comment about I dont get it but I want to be head of poetry.


1. I am 13 almost 14
2. I like to write about the supernatral, fanticy worlds, teen drama, and everything that you can think of just to name a few.
3. I like hiku so here are two poems


there are pink flowers
by the freshly dug grave mound
they will stay and wilt

and here is my second poem


there
over there
I see them
girl larg round tummy
containing a baby
cigeret in hand

then a guy
smirk on his face
a bottle in a brown bag
he rases his hand and
slaps the girl on her face

girl tears up in agony

what I would give to not be looking in a mirror






that poem is not about me or anyone I know I is a thought I got from a "stay drug free" poster
I hope that you like it.

staroftheworld on 8/11/2009 6:10:31 PM

Hello! I'm Kayla and would like to run to become a mod! I give great advice, and I am actually running the ADVICE COULUM for our school newspaper. [:



-Thank you!
--Kayla♥

♥♥♥•kayla•♥♥♥ on 8/8/2009 1:55:31 PM

hi whats up^.^
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annray on 8/6/2009 8:11:48 PM