Writing from others




In this section, you will find writing pieces that other people send in. Im not really picky at all about what its about, as long as there isnt 101 grammar and vocabulary errors in it. And please attempt to not send in writing pieces foccused in on blind discrimination.



Here is a new poem sent in from Demios, I really liked it, i was actually suprised in his ability. Good job!

A dark gloomy night has beholden the land.
With black gray shadows creeping up toward a band.
A small child wakes with a quivering fear,
as sinister sounds emit through his house;
all that he spies is not even a mouse.
Lonely is he, for his mother is dead;
gone was his father before leaving to bed.
Up toward the window go none, but the child;
A cold, misty land looks he for a while.
Glaring at him are two eyes of a cat;
seeking a foe so hidden, whom none can foresee.
A cold liquid drops from over the glass;
down goes it, a red trickle in grass.
Above looks he in quaking fear;
to behold a pale face amasked, frozen in cold.
Dead is he, whom was once a father;
iron attacked to wood holds his head upright.
A scraping hears he, coming from a shut door;
turns does he not, to hide its visage. with a contracting view, stares he, wild eyed.
Down falls he, to the internal abyss;
receives he, an icy kiss.
Now grasping with a horrid look, does he fall,
down into the eternal night to land in an evil place,
so dark and befouled, by starless night;
in the frightened land where shadows arise.
His hopes, now dimmed, as his last grasps fade.
To the eternal abyss, where darkness awaits;
to the horrid land where the sinister awake.
And sadly it is, that no one is there, to here him cry;
and so in tears of despair he falls down and dies.
And so doomed is he to lie,
in the land,
the land where the shadows rise.


These next two Pieces was sent in by Sean, also known as Slasher for all you DBZfantasywars fans.
Anti

Anti peace
Anti hate
Anti love
Anti date

Anti car
Anti truck
Anti sex
Anti fuck

Anti guy
Anti chick
Anti healthy
Anti sick

Anti hurt
Anti kill
Anti beer
Anti pill

Anti death
Anti live
Anti take
Anti give

Anti power
Anti rule
Anti goverment
Anti school

Anti war
Anti gun
Anti moon
Anti sun

Anti here
Anti there
Anti
Anti
Everywhere

Street Rage

Razor sharp claws; slender legs stand tall Brutally frustrating, hot smoldering fistsRed hot, fire rage erupts insideDeep, dark and fast voices screamNauseatingly disgusting, slimyCold, thick blood and mucus fill the streetLoud blasts of erupting gunfireCrackling radios like old voicesThrust of a silver gun, pulling triggersHoles erupt in nearby bodiesShattering lives


This piece was sent in from my good friend Nathan, who has writen many good pieces of work. If you want to see his homepage click here.

Society: The Rapist

I walked gaily in the fields of green bliss and the sun was over me like a happy grandfather, watching his little grandson play. I skipped along, singing a stupid song completely off-tune. In my mind, nothing mattered, I knew nothing of real life so everything else was peachy. The flowers had a powerful aroma that was all that you could smell; the flowers smelled like vanilla and cinnamon. The birds chirped melodically what had to be songs of joy and love. The bees buzzed around so happily, I could imagine little smiles on their faces as they went about their duteous day. My eyes had a bright little spark in them, a spark unique to children. In someone?s eyes, one could see what their mind holds. That little spark signified that in my head there was nothing but fairytales. Great scaly dragons bellowing fire could be seen through my eyes. Lovely petite fairies were singing an extremely gay song in my head, and Jesus Christ was my guiding whisper. My parents had put all these things here to protect me and guide me in life. I continued pointlessly along my non-confirmed destination with all the cheer of someone who has won a great fortune. I skipped along in the open green fields with the hugest grin on my face. It actually stretched from one side of my face to the other, and somehow all my teeth were showing; the most interesting part about the smile was that it was completely real. The smile was not there for any purpose other than that I felt like smiling, because dammit, it's a wonderful life. The field seemed empty except for me, but never did I notice that there were no other people here. I galloped along in the lush fields, which extended into the horizon (and farther, I thought). I was merrily singing when I noticed something was wrong. I stopped singing, but kept on walking. My smile still remained, but now it was one of habit; I did not smile with emotion. Suddenly, a shiver ran up my spine, and all the hairs on my body made a violent protest to it. I stopped now. It seemed as though the sun was fading; not setting, but actually disappearing. The green field was still green, but now it wasn't as brilliant somehow; now I noticed that there was actually a lot of brown crab grass covering the field. What was also strange was how the horizon seemed to be shrinking, coming toward me. Even stranger was that in the walls which had somehow appeared from the horizon, he saw myself. This version of myself wasn't me as I was, though. This version was emotionless; it wore no smile; it did not glow. A strange black darkness began to gather in front of me. It seemed to drain the colour out of everything around it. It gathered itself up into a collection of what looked like oily, slick black shreds of material, long and interwoven. They coiled and climbed up on each other, melding at points and rising high above my head. My face was still. There was much fear in it, and the smile was gone. I wanted to run, but something held me there. My heart was racing as a form started to take shape from the oily looking material. A huge, dark figure, which seemed to radiate negativity and waves of cold, stale air, now seemed to tower over me. It was humongous and it looked as though it had a dark, ragged robe on. The texture of the robe was very smooth, a good contrast to the one visible hand that projected from it; the hand was rough, sandpapery, and looked a very pale blue tint. Then, the head of the thing rose and I saw into it's face. It didn't have a face really; it had millions of faces all compact into one indistinguishable, confusing face. It spoke with not just one voice, but millions as well. In it's multi-pitched voice, it garbled out some words which were not just one language, but all languages. Somehow, I could pick up on the one I understood. "Hello, little one. It's time for the reap. You've been free long enough." I jumped back, not having any idea of what it was talking about. I began to speak once, held it back in fear, but then let out "Who-who-who are yu-you?" I couldn't help stuttering; I almost shit myself. It seemed to laugh at this, as if the question were all too familiar. "I am everyone that lives outside of you, little lamb." I was very confused, and still knew not of what this being was talking. "Are you...are you Satan?" I blurted out. This time, it seemed to roar with laughter and I keeled back at the sound, which was much like a scraped chalk board and a thousand little glass shards being thrust up a horse's ass. "No I am not Satan." He said, still laughing. His tone suddenly shifted schizophrenically into an abrupt one that urged to get on with business. "I am here to reap what you have guarded so well these past years." "I don't understand what you want..." "I've come for the key to happiness. It has to be taken away so you can grow and function in society." "I don't have any keys..." The being smiled a horrific smile; the smile was close-lipped and no teeth showed. "I have come, my dear boy, for your innocence." With that statement ringing in my ears, the next two minutes went by in a terrible blur that was ever-crippling. The black figure moved quickly forward and his animated cloak surrounded me in cold darkness, and I felt a draining. The cloak unswaddled my body, and I saw a pulsating light held in that cloak. That was my light, my innocence. My eyes still had their spark though, and out of that spark came all my protectors; the great scaly dragons and the fairies raced out of me in an attempt to save my innocence. These soldiers were led by none other than Jesus Christ. The fairies withered once within a meter of the dark rapist; they spiraled to the ground, their once jeweled wings now wrinkled and falling apart. They lost all their colour, and hit the ground in a great spatter of colour. The mighty dragons of my mind were enraged, although they were ten times smaller than the thieving demon. They flung towards me, bellowing hot fire which stretched out and nipped at his slick black cloak. The fire was useless, and many quick silver flashes were all that I saw as the cause of my dragons termination. The being now moved towards Jesus with a magnificent silver scythe held over his head raised into striking position. Then, he stopped in midswing, and looked at me. "You know you little shit?" It yelled. "Because you caused me so much trouble when I was just doing my job, I'm gonna make you die everyday!" It then proceeded to manifest a large wooden crucifix. He flung Jesus upon it, where he weakly battered at the bulk under the cloak. Nails from nowhere thrust themselves into his palms, and a crown of thorns placed itself on his head. Jesus looked over at me. "I'm sorry...I tried..." Tears of blood streaked down his face with every word. The demon then threw dying Jesus back into my mind where the spark once laid. In an instant, it was gone...and so was my innocence. I looked around, and it appeared that the colour of things had returned, but not the way it was. The sun no longer marveled me in it's warmth. Now I knew too much about it to be impressed. The bees were now just an annoying sound that joined the idiotic sound of the birds. The grass was a nuisance to look at, with it's patches of brown here and there. All of this went through my head, as I headed towards one of the walls. At the wall I no longer saw someone who I didn't recognize; now I really was that dead boy, and forever more would I feel the emptiness of where my innocence once took anchorage.


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