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message 1: by Nyghtmare, My heart is dead and cold. I'm just truly Nyghtmare now (new)

Nyghtmare | 540 comments Mod
Okay, you have to write a story with 26 sentences!
And each sentence has to start with a letter of the aplphabet IN ORDER!
Ex.
Andrew likes apples. But bananas are his favorite fruit.
And for X you can use ex. Ex: Exactly what I thought when Fred ate my banana.

You have to have a TITLE!
Good luck!


message 2: by Jen (new)

Jen | 279 comments Mod
quick question: does the title have to start with a? and would that be ur a sentence or?


message 3: by Nyghtmare, My heart is dead and cold. I'm just truly Nyghtmare now (new)

Nyghtmare | 540 comments Mod
The title can start with any letter. It does not count.


message 4: by Jen (new)

Jen | 279 comments Mod
okay thnx laura :D


message 5: by Nyghtmare, My heart is dead and cold. I'm just truly Nyghtmare now (new)

Nyghtmare | 540 comments Mod
No problem.


message 6: by Jen (new)

Jen | 279 comments Mod
I FINSIHED!!! I figured since i have no school and nothing better to do i should attemtp this challenge:)

***ABC Burglary***
Around ten o’clock at night I heard a noise from downstairs.
“Burglars” was my first thought.
Creaking came from the steps outside me door.
Drowsily, I try to hide myself further in the covers.
Entering my home was a big mistake by those burglars.
Frightened I was as I sat in my house alone since my parents were at work.
Grumbling came from whoever was outside in the hallways as something thudded against the floor.
Hastily I grab my T.V. remote and turn off the flashing imagines.
Instead of walking into my closet to get my phone from my bag, which would be smart, I sit in silence.
Judging from the amount of noise coming from outside I am guessing my mother’s vase has shattered.
Kids in my place would be crying their eyes out, but I know to remain silent for they don’t know I’m here.
Leaning into the corner of my bed with the covers and pillows over me, I wait for them to leave.
Meanwhile, outside I hear the heavy thuds of the burglars footsteps.
Never in my life did I believe my house would be robbed even though it is filled with treasures.
Ongoing footsteps past my door make me believe the person is heading to the study.
Peering over my covers to my door I see a shadow pass meaning there is more than one person here.
Quickly I throw the blankets back over my head as I notice one pair of feet stop at my doors.
Racing is my heart as I fear that someone will enter into my room and harm me.
Suddenly my door starts slowly cracking open as a man in a ski mask pokes his head into my room.
Thankfully his eyes are not yet accustomed to the dark so he sees nothing and walks out.
Unwillingly tears start to slide down my cheeks at the near encounter with a burglar.
Very rarely does an encounter with danger shake me, but now I am terrified.
With any luck they will not hear my ragged breaths and come into my room and find me lying here.
Exhausted I wait for the thieves to leave my house so I can finally sleep.
Yawning I stretch my arms and see the clock blinking 12 and realize I can’t keep my eyes open any longer.
Zooming down the hall are the burglars for they have what they want and now they are leaving.


message 7: by Nyghtmare, My heart is dead and cold. I'm just truly Nyghtmare now (new)

Nyghtmare | 540 comments Mod
Lol!!!
I have to get mine up...
March first all!!!


message 8: by Nyghtmare, My heart is dead and cold. I'm just truly Nyghtmare now (new)

Nyghtmare | 540 comments Mod
letter to my friends

Another long day has passed.
But I went through it in a haze.
Crying was something I evaded, the tears never came.
Detention is waiting for me tommorrow, again.
Everyday I am in trouble for something.
Freedom for me is not an option.
Getting out of trouble is something I'm terrible at.
Hishschool is harsh.
I want this pain to end.
Just as things start to get better, it becomes a disaster.
Kids start coming after me for being a freak.
Laura, AlBrook's freakshow.
My life may be different...
No one can ever change it though.
Other than that, I have found ways to get by.
Parties are always an option for someone like me.
Queen of loners, queen of darkness.
Right as I get home, I sit in my bed and think.
Somedays its for 5 minutes, some 3 hours.
Time has no meaning for me.
Unless it means i can leave this place.
Vaarious members of my family do not appreciate me.
When will this end, when will I be normal?
Expectation has left me, I no lonoger wait for something that will never happen.
You all cause this...
Zoo animals remind me of all of you, and you will pay.


message 9: by Jen (new)

Jen | 279 comments Mod
lol it was so serious and then the last line i couldn't stop laughing.. lol :D


message 10: by Nyghtmare, My heart is dead and cold. I'm just truly Nyghtmare now (new)

Nyghtmare | 540 comments Mod
Yeah...
My english teacher said it was weird.


message 11: by Jen (new)

Jen | 279 comments Mod
well screw them! it doesnt matter others opions on your writing as long as you like it thats all that matters.


message 12: by Nyghtmare, My heart is dead and cold. I'm just truly Nyghtmare now (new)

Nyghtmare | 540 comments Mod
Yup.


message 13: by Alya (new)

Alya  (alyaaaa) | 68 comments hahaha!! i love the last line!!

Well done both of you!! i might just write a story!! (but not right now!) lol


Cissi "Invisible but Invincible" (cissiinvisiblebutinvincible) | 104 comments About the time when I realized my dilemma I started to feel the pain.
Believing that I was simply sick, he took my hand and led me to the supposed “solution”, but I have to wonder-
Could he have known then?
Did he notice what he was doing to me, to himself, to our lives?
Even then, I knew what was happening.
Freedom, though it was in sight, was not truly there.
Gorging absence of his body by mine was noticeable as the months wore on.
Hell suddenly seemed like a picnic in the park on a luke-warm fall day.
Ignoring the obvious, we tried to make it work.
Joking in the kitchen as I cried for the food that it craved.
Killing the diseases in our dumpy apartment for it.
Losing my sanity as it pulled and stretched the gentle flesh of my stomach.
My heart contracted as I watched him slowly become more and more disgusted.
Nobody saw it when we were out more often.
Openly, we each hated the other.
People, after a while, began to show us the agony we were truly were in.
Quickly, my position wore off.
Ready to get it over with, so done.
Something to think about became nothing to do.
The time frame was over.
Understand, we never meant to hurt anything….
Virgin no longer, not after this.
We left it there.
Exoneration awaited it, but not us.
You must know how we were punished.
Zinc in re-creation.
((I don’t know….))


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