> Writing Competition! <

[Skyhawk]

YES!

Alright! I'll post it ASAP!

Cool!
Any more entries?

[primcval]

i need inspirationnnnnn

[NellaElla]

Hey! Sorry this is so late, I've had a lot of distractions

At eight he wrote a poem on the back of his math exercise textbook. Norwin really had no idea what he was doing, as he was more of a reader than a writer, but he was so distracted this morning that he couldn't concentrate.

He flipped through his textbook, trying to find a blank page that wasn't dedicated to practicing algebraic equations or that happened to have been already defaced by the guy before him who seemed to have an affinity for defacing school property. When he found that no such page existed, he inwardly groaned and just turned the whole thing over, setting his pencil to the paper cover. He planned on erasing it later, so he lightly etched the graphite into letters, not really paying attention.

At the back of the class he sat, next to the always-drawn window blinds with his head up in fake focus and his hand moving on it's own. Every so often he'd glance down, making sure he was writing coherent words, but his head always snapped back up at the slightest change in tone of his instructor's voice, so he never truly read what his bewitched hand was writing.

For ten minutes this went on, with his facade of forward-facing eyes and slightly tilted chin. His hand seemed possessed, writing slowly and cautiously. However, it never turned itself over to erase, instead choosing to only write more words. When the period was up, he sat back, resting his tired hand and watching his classmates pack up their binders and books. There were still five minutes left in class, he noticed, meaning their lesson had gone by faster than normal... Or, maybe, it was because he hadn't needed to ask a billion questions.

He glanced down, his eyes slipping over the words and tangling the phrases in his mind. It was nothing incredibly well-versed; he hardly had his older sister's skill. It was, however, the first free-verse poem he had ever written, and it turned out better than he had expected. He read it over twice, taking the time to slow down and re-imagine the verses as pictures.

A narrow nose,
And rounded chin,
And thinly formed eyelids,

Framed by choppy dark blue hair,
Darkening to pitch at its pores,

And her pristine ocean eyes without tides,
Her orbs of deep royalty,
Her beautiful swirls of Lapis,
Her dark abysses of light,
Her mischievous skies of perfect innocence,
Her pools you could forever float in.

For a moment, Norwin sat there, contemplating how to feel. He only knew one blue-haired individual; a sassy girl named Janet. But, she wasn't really a looker, nor did she talk to him much. Norwin didn't know why he wrote about her. He didn't have feelings for her, he didn't have feelings for anyone. Maybe... Maybe he should talk to his sister before jumping to conclusions. She would know why this happened, right? There had to be a reason why Norwin wrote a love poem for a girl who didn't pay attention to him. But, first, he needed to erase this poem before anyone caught him...

[sleepwalking]

I did sent you my writing earlier per PM but I worked over it since I wanted it to be perfect <3
I posted it here!

This is the final one from me; you may rate!

[Skyhawk]

competition ends today !

[Skyhawk]

OK its closed! IM MARKING THEM NOW!

[Skyhawk]

done winner is posted

[s.harrington]

done winner is posted

Sorry where is this posted? I can't find it?

[sleepwalking]

Ummm.. did you leave me out or something? :c

[Skyhawk]

Ummm.. did you leave me out or something? :c

so sorry - see PM

here it is:

sleepwalking:
This story got me interested! I would happily place this joint second as well! I loved the speech, I would so like to see the rest of the story, if you have or are going to write it. Feel free to message me! - 8.5/10