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[Painted Turtle]

This will only make sense to you if you have read the latest Percy Jackson book, The Son of Neptune.

I wrote this to jokingly make fun of my friend Malaysia. I was making wacky book titles about her being involved romantically with characters from Percy Jackson, and she told me to go home and actually write short stories about it instead of just coming up with titles. Just so you know, my friend Malyasia is very nice and into traveling the world, hates pink, isn't self-centered, and doesn't wear make-up. This Malaysia's personality is completely fictional.


Malaysia and Dakota: What’s with the Kool-Aid?
By Painted Turtle

It was dinnertime again. Malaysia sat among her friends in the Fifth Cohort. She had finished her chicken wings, and was digging into her crème brûlée. Meanwhile, Dakota, her boyfriend, chugged tons of Kool-Aid. Malaysia, smiling, leaned over to him.
“You know all that sugar isn’t good for you!”
“So? I’ll work it off in War Games tonight!”
“Fine, then. But seriously, you might want to stop with all that Kool-Aid.”
Malaysia leaned over and kissed Dakota. When she pulled away, her lips were colored a vibrant scarlet. She frowned and reached into her purse – a sequined pink bag with extra rose-colored glitter on top. She took out a red-and-pink-hearts patterned compact, and opened it up. Even the mirror was tinted a light rosy color. Malaysia took out coral-colored lipstick and started redoing her makeup. Dakota grabbed across the table for more packets of sugar.
“Darn! I got makeup on my shirt!” Malaysia cried. She reached into her purse and pulled out wet-wipes – pink ones, of course – and started wiping the coral-colored powder off her hot pink shirt. She straightened, pouting. “It’s smearing! Please excuse me.”
Malaysia headed towards the bathroom, stomping. Dakota poured sugar into his Kool-Aid. The other campers snickered, and then tried to hide it with discreet coughs. Dakota didn’t take notice as he raised his goblet to his mouth, gulping the red liquid. He set down the goblet and lifted his hand to his mouth in a useless attempt to get rid of the permanent crimson stain.
“I’m going to go visit the Praetor’s table now. Does anybody want to come with me?” he asked.
The other campers didn’t respond. Some stuffed a piece of food into their mouths. Most people just started chattering to one another. A few started whistling innocently. Dakota didn’t take notice, and rushed to the Praetor’s table. He banged his goblets onto the stacked shields, as he usually did when going to see the Praetors.
“What’s up, Percy?”
Percy cracked a smile. Dakota looked like a vampire with his dripping red mouth and crazy, sugared-up expression.
“Well, we were just discussing strategies for tonight’s War Games. Why don’t you, uh, go back to your table to discuss it with your cohort?”
Annabeth, who sat next to Percy, nodded. “That would be a great idea, Dakota!”
Dakota nodded vigorously. “Okay, Percy!”
When Dakota returned to the Fifth Cohort’s table, Malaysia had returned to the table. There was a wet spot at the top of her shirt, which she was trying to cover with a carnation-toned silk scarf. She was now also wearing eye shadow, blush, and sparkly body powder in various shades of pink. Dakota sensed the aroma of flowers when he neared Malaysia, and guessed that the body powder was scented, and that she was also wearing perfume. He took some Kool-Aid powder out of his pocket, and refilled his goblet with water. He dumped the packets in, and the drink turned a violent red. Dakota slurped half the glass, and then rushed to the water fountains.
Dakota pulled a large flask from his pocket, and held it under the water until it was filled to the brim. Grabbing several Kool-Aid packets from his pocket, he dashed back to the Fifth Cohort’s table, water sloshing everywhere. He ripped several packets open, and dumped the powder into the water. Around him, people coughed from wisps of powder escaping from the water.
Some of the powder settled on Malaysia’s pink designer jeans. Irritated, she stood up and snatched Dakota’s goblet. “Puh-lease! No more Kool-Aid for you!”
“But, honey…”
“Don’t ‘but honey’ me! I’m being generous enough by letting you have your Kool-Aid for the War Games! Good-bye, now!”
She flounced off to the Second Cohort’s table to chat with some other friends. Just then, Reyna stood up. “Let the War Games begin!”

Malaysia was grouchy as she marched to the Field of Mars. Octavian had slashed her rose-color armor, and there was an ugly gash in it. Malaysia had filled the gash with pink celestial bronze glitter, but it still didn’t look the same. She drew her sword, which had chipping pink paint covering half the sword. Malaysia had tried to paint it, but the carnation-colored paint wouldn’t stick, and it wore off easily.

The Fifth Cohort had assembled. Malaysia was next to Dakota as they charged at the enemy fort. Above, Reyna soared on Scipio, her Pegasus with three golden eagles screeching behind her. Percy was on the opposite side of the Field of Mars, on Black Jack. Annabeth sat behind him, her arms around him. Three eagles circled underneath Black Jack, alert and waiting patiently for the War Games to begin.
There was chaos. Arrows as spears rained down upon the Fifth Cohort as the forged ahead towards the enemy. Malaysia had pulled out her compact and was checking her makeup. An arrow knocked against her shield, and her lipstick flew over her cheeks, making her look like a clown.
“Hey!” she complained.
“Come on, keep going.” Dakota urged.
“Be quiet! Don’t you see that I have a makeup crisis?” Malaysia cried.
“Sorry! But pay attention, you never know when --”
His reply was cut off as a spear landed barely an inch away from Malaysia’s feet. The spear was dull-tipped, so wouldn’t have killed, but it would have left a nasty bruise.
Dakota lurched backwards, pulling Malaysia with him. An arrow landed right where she had been standing. She struggled against Dakota, and he released her.
“I said to be careful!”
Malaysia turned away just as a spear came right at her. She raised her shield just in time, but the impact blasted her backwards…right into Dakota, who was sipping his Kool-Aid.
For a moment, all Malaysia could see was red. Then, she sat up. She was drenched head to toe in Cherry Kool-Aid. Dakota was sprawled on the ground behind her. He stood, and shook his head. The War Games had ceased. Malaysia looked down at herself. Everything – her armor, her clothes, her weapons – were speckled scarlet. Her carnation-tinted helmet had red stains on it.
“What were you thinking, Dakota? Why didn’t you watch where you were going?” she demanded.
“I didn’t mean to, honey!”
“Don’t ‘honey’ me!” Malaysia stormed. “Good-bye!”
Malaysia was furious as she raced to the baths. Stupid Dakota and his stupid Kool-Aid, Malaysia thought as she poured scented oil and rose petals into the steaming, foamy water.

The End

By the way, in case you couldn't notice, I kinda ran out of synonyms for "pink".

[Painted Turtle]

I edited it now.

[Flicker -]

Watching out the window,
I see,
a fuzzy yellow bee,
fluttering efortlessly

Hope you this poem

[FaithLeeAnn]

Will Love Come
By: Faith Slager

Will love art thou come to thee
My heart pounds for you in a silent tune
How can thy love go through so much pain with out me
But so silent and calm like your mute
From he that shines from the heavens lights
And cares as much as the next
From Satans heartless silent nights
And he still knows how to talk more than text
But so scared when thy hand meets his hand
When he talks he makes thee laugh and smile
So kind and gentle when we talk calm like the land
I love how I think of thee wildly longer than a mile
Can thy be in love with thee
I guess we will have to see

[Mz. Hyde]

Laughing, smiling
But he took the corner too fast
And we ended up in the water
Trapped in our metal hell
And sinking fast

Her beautiful face
Was bleeding into the murky black
And she was no longer breathing
Her skin was cold when I felt for a pulse

On my other side
The girl was screaming hard
Drowning her sorrows as we sank
Once and for all
She didn't stop screaming, even when she had no air left
And her face was forever distorted into a desperate scream

In the front
My mother was holding his hand
As her final, wordless scream pierced the air
Then she fell against his chest
And he just smiled
And slit her throat,
So that she may never awaken

Then he turned to me
And smiled his sickly smile
Pushed me out of the door
And drowned himself with the rest of them

And as I floated to the surface
I wondered what they'd done wrong

The police had their red tape boundaries
Around the scene by that night
But the bodies were too far gone

So they took me instead.

[Xiphire]

OMG that's so sad! really descriptive thought it nearly made me cry!

Up there we're free,
and the light shines past dark,
but here we're nothing,
no light,
no happiness,
just sadness and misfortune,
so if we change the world we're in,
in a way that our love won't die,
we won't either.

[rheia]

Certifiably Insane

Why do other people always see,
A girl who’s someone, but not me?
I’m not brave, or strong or smart,
I don’t have a large and forgiving heart.
I’m just the girl with the cuts on her arm,
The girl who shows her pain with harm.

I’m not the girl who’s always calm,
I’m the girl with the single line on her palm.
I’m not the one who’s in control,
I’m the one who wants to die in a hole.
I’m not the child living out carefree days,
I’m the child biding my time until I leave this place.

Why do other people always see,
A girl who’s someone, but not me?
I’m not brave, or strong or smart,
I don’t have a large and forgiving heart.
I’m just the girl with the cuts on her arm,
The girl who shows her pain with harm.

Why do people talk behind my back?
They don’t talk truth, they just talk smack.
Why am I still here, alive?
I don’t have what it takes to survive.
Someone come, take away this pain,
Please, help me, I’m going insane.

I’m hurting inside, why can’t you see,
That that someone you’re looking at, isn’t me?
I want your help, just take a look,
Look closer, you’ll read me like an open book.
I’m sick in the head, I need your help,
Before it’s too late, before it ends with a yelp.

[AninaAna]

That's really good XD

[rheia]

Thank you! ^^
-+-
Hoping.
It's all I've ever done.
All my life.
But hoping isn't for the best.
There's no hope in hoping in the future.
I learned that a long time ago.
Keep my head down,
Look up for nothing.
I'm all alone

[Tenacious]

Time2Dance, i like your poem. =)


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Trust

You trust the people who you most likely and most definitely shouldn't trust,
distrust the people who you should trust,
and you trust yourself least of all.
You look up to the sky
with faithless eyes
and you wonder
why you feel so much pain inside.

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If you have less than a sliver of trust left, who will take that last piece? And can you be sure they wont waste that little bit of trust you have left?
What happens when you don't have any trust left to give?
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