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This place is to get more of my hoard pet.
Poems: 1 hoard pet
Stories: 2-3 depending on complexity
Editing: 1 for the first 750 words, then another 1 for every 500 words beyond (i.e. 2 for a story/essay that is 1200 words)
When I write poems, they very rarely rhyme. I prefer blank, or free, verse poetry. If you want a poem that rhymes, feel free to ask, but please know that if you don't ask, I won't do it. I can write these about whatever you want. I can even make a short story type of thing out of it. The examples are longer versions of my poetry. I can also make yours shorter.
A Blank Page
A blank page stares back at me,
Making it impossible to write.
Nothing seems able to cover the expanse.
I can’t get the words out,
And say what I want.
Something is blocking my way.
I try to write a story,
But I throw it out.
It will never be good enough.
How can anything be made well
When there is nothing said?
I have no ideas coming.
No words come out of my finger tips
And flow onto the page.
I miss writing; creation seems impossible.
It is as impossible as walking on the moon,
Or breathing underwater.
Writing seems as possible as science fiction.
Words form slowly,
Scrolling across the page.
The cursor moves in rhythm with my thoughts.
A poem has been made,
But how is impossible to tell.
I just hope that it can happen again.
Commission for Katniss Odair
When I see her grin,
When I hear him laugh,
When everyone is getting along,
I feel happy.
I am not happy because
Of what just happened,
Or because of what was said.
I’m happy because they are happy.
I don’t want anyone to be sad.
I can’t stand to hear someone cry.
Their pain is my pain.
I just want to make that pain end.
My name is Gingernut,
And all I want right now
Is to make you smile.
It is my greatest joy in life.
My choice has been made,
My lot has been cast.
Tomorrow it is set in stone.
I pray I made the right decision.
When I say short stories, I really mean it. These are only a few lines long, maybe half a page if I'm inspired (or bribed). I can write a history, a story, an adventure, or just something random that you want.
This is Cacti's order:
The creature walked through the woods, keeping to the shadows where he could. He learned at an early age what would happen if the humans saw him. The shadows helped hide his white fur. He walked a few steps to a nearby plant and reached out to stroke the leaf that was sticking out. It was a large leaf, and was covered in soft white hairs. He had seen many leaves, some that hurt, some that were small, some that were shaped oddly, and the occasional one that made him itch for days. This was the first leaf he had found that was soft. The creature wanted to take it with him to look at it more closely in his cave, but he knew from the last time he tried it, that the leaf would turn brown and crumbly.
He began to sniff around, smelling for any nearby food. The creature found a small blackberry bush nearby, and began to eat the berries. He pulled them off gently with his fingers, wanting to avoid marking his white fur. As he was eating a bright red bird settled down on the branch above him. The creature marveled at the bird’s color, much like that of his mane. The bird took off and flew to another branch. Curious about this bright bird, he followed it. It began to sing very high notes that made the creature cover his ears. He took a step back and his heavy hoof hit a stick, snapping it in to pieces. The bright bird took off, startled by the noise. The creature sighed that the shill sound was gone. He wandered back to the berry bush and resumed picking off berries, one by one, with the bird already a distant memory in his mind.
The smell of pine rose up from the forest floor as my paws treaded lightly over the pine needles. I stalked as quietly as I could, just to see if I could sneak up on the rabbit in front of me. Although I wasn't actually hungry, I still wanted to try to catch it. As I leaped, I heard a twig give way under my left back leg, warning the rabbit. It tried to run, but I quickly caught it. I rolled it over with my nose and started to sniff it. The rabbit squealed and ran away. This time I let it go. The rest of my pack would be worried about me by now. I jogged back to the den. The alpha stood and walked over to me. In his rough voice he chuckled, "You know you shouldn't wander young one. How will you ever be the leader of the pack if you leave the pack behind?" I giggled and said, "Daddy, I caught my first rabbit. You should have seen it!" He smiled down at me and said, "Good job, son."
I can't really give any examples on this one. You can see my grammar on the rest of the thread.
Basically, you will post your story here or PM it to me and I will edit. I will use colors to put in notes and fix grammar and spelling mistakes. You can have me edit your story, entry form (like for a JBD or such), or an essay for school.