The Description Game

[Andy]

This is a game about descriptions! Go figure. :rolleyes:

So, in the post before yours, there will be something that needs a description.

And then you have to describe that thing as well as you can. Use as many senses as possible, metaphors, anything, and take liberties with how you want to describe it. With verbs and adjectives, you can describe people or things doing those actions, or possessing those qualities.

After that, you post a new thing to describe. It can be any random thing (car, boat, man), or even an action or adjective(running, eating, exhausted, quickly).

For example:

Previous person:
...

Apple

Next person:
The apple may have sparkled with ripeness on the outside, but on the inside it looked just about as appetizing as a bowl of eggshells, and as rotten as the yolkes they used to hold. Black dots splattered the surface which the knife had cut, and one particularly gooey part oozed out of its cavity. A single accidental sniff sent me running out of the room for a breath of fresh air.

Forest

If everyone gets it, and wants to play, the first word is: Forest :laugh:

[GeorgeMichael]

There was ann errie greyish shade amongst the trees that day. the path that cut through seemed to vanish underneath the shadows of the trees looming over it. Birds, bugs and all sorts of different animal's stares pierced thruogh the many trees and bushes staring directly at her as she sat in a small circular clearing of the forest lost not only in her location but in her thoughts. Then a lion approached her from behind ever so slowly and she failed to notice...



The letter 'Q'

:P :D

[Eve]

An ominous feeling of dread overwhelmed her. She looked up with the dreadful look in her deep blue eyes. There, was the most horrible thing under it's innocent depths. But the words that were yet to be coming out from her lips were more terrible. If you could not answer it, it would be a life of eternal embarrassment for the little innocent thing you could not answer. Q- Question.

Speaker

[angela]

The sound from the black boxes was unbearable. the people covered their ears, only to hear the deafening roar of the beats, still loud and clear. the world around them changed shape and colour. they were being educated by the music itself. they tried to get away, but only got closer. the pulse of rhythm creeped up their legs; they felt sudden bouyancy and freedom. one by one, they swayed to the music. the notes danced around them, as they did so...

courage

[Zombified]

I was as brave as Sergeant Mitchell when the explosion rocked the grassy ground beside me.

"Move out! Move out!" came a voice from my left.

I started forward, my feet heavy in their iron toed boots. Sweat ran down my face in rivulets, like a windshield on a rainy night.

Another explosion. The ground shook once again.

Bodies hit the floor with sickening thumps all around me. Bullets whizzed by my head like bees, buzzing past me to find a mark.

The soldier before me hit the ground. His intestines splayed across his stomach and chest like a party favor. I tried not to look.

More explosions.

Soil flew from the ground on all sides. There was a lot of screaming. After what felt like hours, we finally reached the top of the hill.

When we looked down at the sight below us, we all let out a simultaneous scream.



New Topic: Ghosts

[Nanyoky]

He could not close his eyes without seeing them. Eyes wide with terror, pleading and sometimes rage. But there was always some kind of fear. That was what he couldn't take. He could live with them, the ghosts of the people he had killed haunting his dreams, if they just hated him and shouted. And some did. But most only looked on him with wide, horrified eyes, desperation etched in every feature. They offered anything. Money, power, secrets that could help, but their babbling was quickly ended.
"Please! I'll do anything! Just don't-"
A scream.
"Please don't hurt me..."
An anguished sob.
"Why?"
Silence. As deafening as any audible sound.
Hands reached out, digging their nails into his skin. Clawing to drag him down with them. To hell, where he knew so well that he belonged.
"You awake yet?"
He sat up, wiping the sweat from his face. She snorted as he dug through the clothes by the bed for his cigarettes.
"What's your problem? You look like you just saw a ghost."
((wow. I'm in an angsty dark mood...))
Next topic: Fire

[Midnight_Moon]

Fire is a golden blaze of heat. It warms people from the core out. Some time fire can describe a burning desire or a large passion for someone or something. Fie is one of the four major elements; air, water, earth, and fire. The world must live around the delicate balance of thesse four things. Without one another world world would be much different then it is know.

Music

[Zombified]

My glorious return to writing!!

I closed my eyes and took in the fresh air of the river. The birds flew above overhead, singing songs of joy and freedom as they moved on. All around me nature lived on, doing the things it always did as if the world had never changed.

I opened my eyes. I looked across the river and on the other side was a beautiful woman. She was sleeping on the bank, the water beside her glimmered across her skin as she slumbered. A look of silent tranquility was plastered to her face.
She looked happy.
Looked peaceful.

I took out my guitar from its black case and let out a sigh. A sigh of relief, a sigh of happiness.
After a few moments I started to play.
My melodies could be heard all along the banks.

I opened my mouth and started to sing, "And nothing can touch me here, on Crystal River".


(Okay so it didn't really revolve around music but I liked it!)

New Topic: A fish

[Hollyflight]

The pushed against the current to get upstream. Its shiny silver scales glistened in the sunlight. Its tail and fins worked furiously and determindly as it inched up the river. Light reflected off the clear blue water. The strong-willed fish could now glimpse the lake of its birth. Finally it managed to swim against the current and into the fish-filled lake.

New Topic: An ice cream cone

[Naideana]

The teenaged girl held the double-scooped ice cream cone in her left hand. The large red cherry on top complemented her smooth ruby lips, which were working away effortlessly, carrying on a conversation with a young man across the table.

A drip of light yellow butterscotch ice cream slid slowly down the waffle cone and onto her index finger, gliding gracefully across a long painted fingernail.
Laughing, the girl stopped talking to suck the sticky substance from her hand, and then lick the side of her ice cream to keep it from dripping further.

A thick layer of whipped cream was left on her lips, masking their bright color. The girl reached for a napkin, but the boy caught her hand before she could get one from the holder on the table.
"Let me help." He whispered, smirking slightly as he leaned in to kiss her.

Forgotten, the ice cream cone fell to the tiled floor of the soda fountain with a wet plop.

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Hmmm...fifties flash-back any one? That's what I had in mind at least...I guess I sorta deviated from the original purpose of this exercise…sorry!

Next topic: A suit of armor

[Midnight_Moon]

Knight in shining armor, yeah right. Lady knights need them as well. Men can't have all the fun and leave all the house work for us. We have the right just like any other person to fight.
So to the dragons lair, we charge, fighting dragons (evil ones of course) and rescuing damsels. So what if we are ladies as well. You'll lead me right back to the rights of ladies.

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OK, Naddy that was a hard one. So sorry about it being kinda short but I couldn't think of anything else.

Next Topic: Sunshine!

[sXe_Jinxeh]

As lovely as it is, golden and beautiful as it casts light over the earth, the sun's rays are penetrated with poison. Thick, dark poisons that burn through everything we know, killing of the planet. Laced with a bright costume, the mask of beautiful, golden light giving purity is only hiding nasty evils.

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Rock music

[Guessed]

The band plays. The music pours, alit with neon, smoke, and fire. It pulses through the earth, pounding life into jumping soles and dancing souls. It satiates a sixth human sense, and the throng reaches for more, screaming through mouths faint with the steam of blood and alcohol. They can’t explain; they only need, and they are given.

grEEn bAnAnAs!

[lango]

They had a very unhealthy look to them. They reminded him of lime...grime, and everything unfine. But although to his eyes they did not appeal, to his empty stomach they were as ripe to the picking as could be, lying on the kitchen table as if having a lazy afternoon rest, for the day was just hot enough for those. His mouth was half-open with the desire to devour those pea-green, canoe-shaped marvels, and thus he edged closer and closer. Picking them up and feeling their soft, neat touch to his skin, perhaps too soft, maybe too neat, he brouth it to his mouth, and triumphantly brought his jaws together upon it. The taste was... plastic. Boy, did he hate these fake fruits.

An old Soccer ball

[Carraka]

I've never done this exercise before, but I was contemplating some of my old soccer balls a few weeks ago, so I decided to write this:

It had been a size four ball, with red pentagons and white hexagons. Now it was soft and flat. The pentagons had faded to pink, and the hexagons were a rain-stained yellow. In one of the off-white sections, someone had scrawled an unintelligible autograph and the number '24' in black Sharpie. The signature had been covered with crisscrossing pieces of Scotch tape, as though it could be preserved. But now the signature was barely visible beneath its peeling, brown protection, just as the entire ball was barely visible in its box on the top shelf. There it sat, sad and deflated, in the company of decayed shin guards and rotting cleats.

A half-finished sketch

Note: Jacqui Little signed my soccer ball when I was little. I do not own a soccer ball with red pentagons and white hexagons.

[Zombified]

This one is gonna be fun...

Half Finished Sketch:

I went insane looking at that pathetic excuse for a sketch.
It stared back at me with its ever watching stenciled eyes. The shades of black and gray and white and...it drove me insane.
Did I already mention that?
I think so...
No.
Fucking sketch!
I have to get it out of my room! Have to move it out of here!
Somewhere.
Anywhere.
Wait...it's not here anymore.
Did this horribly drawn image of myself just vanish into thin air? Did I not sketch myself? I think I did. If I didn't, then why do I have this throbbing headache and why do my eyes hurt and why is my head bleeding and...and...and!
I just fell onto the ground.
My blood is pooling around me. It's funny. It doesn't hurt. I think I will just lay here until I pass out. That way when I wake up that horrible, ugly, hideous, horrendous, distasteful sketch will be out of my mind.
Ha-ha-ha-ha.
Oh...
SHIT!
It's still here!
It's still here!!
IT'S STILL HERE!
Fucking sketch!!

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Hehe. That was fun.

Next word to describe, kiddos!

A rubber glove.

[Nanyoky]

(Hard one! Jeez...)
She glared moodily at the sink full of dirty dishes and pulled on the banana yellow gloves. They were the cheap generic brand that her mother bought at the local grocery store in packs of three pairs and thin as plastic wrap. But that half milimeter of latex was enough to set her skin on fire every time. She tried to ignore the sickly compost smell that wafted from the gloves and started work on the dishes. The worst part of washing dishes wasn't her skin's reaction to latex, the smell of the gloves or the unsightly masses of half eaten food she was forced to scrape into the garbage, but the swamp-like water that splashed up past her wrists with every scrubbing motion and settled around her fingers. God, she really should be getting paid for this.
*true story! gasp*
A candy cane

[Chie'N'Kadath]

A candy cane

A small child held onto a typical mint candy cane, it had red coils dancing around white and it smelled great. But the child didn't want to eat it, instead he wanted to make it different. He loved his mums cane, when you pressed a button on it a shiny point came out! He wanted this candy cane to be like his mums cane. So he slowly bit the tip until it came to a point. He showed it to his friends, but they weren't impressed. In a fit, he jabbed the sharpened candy into his friends eyes. The menthol stung and the point went in, and the friend ran away crying. The little kid noticed with joy that his Candy Cane was now redder! Red was his favourite colour. But it didn't taste so good anymore. It was too salty.



An old 1950's radio.

[electrilad]

"Oh shit," Caroline whispered urgently as she stared in horror at the 1950s radio that now lay strewn across the floor, bits of wood scattered around the area. It was the same radio that her grandpa had listened to as a child, amazed by the sounds that came from the machine. His family would gather around and listen to stories being told and songs being sung, laughing together.
"Kids these days," he would scorn. "With their Ipods, and TVs, we didn't have that! No, we had our radio. We used to sit by for HOURS together..."
And he would continue on and on, until Caroline actually felt like she was there with her grandpa as he told her about this marvelous machine. She would sometimes even catch him sitting by it when he thought he was alone, searching the stations for some music from the good ol' days.
That radio was the only remaining remnant of her grandpa, and in one moment of carelessness, was smashed to pieces.
"What happened?" Caroline's friend asked over the phone, and Caroline, turning from the mess, shrugged,
"Nothing," before continuing on about a boy in her science class.

empty bird cage

[Zombified]

CHIRP! CHIRP!
Always, that sound.
No matter what time it was, always the same thing.
CHIRP! CHIRP!

Thats what Bergie always did everyday of every hour.
CHIRP! CHIRP!

Annoying isn't it?
Well, one day I made that loud, obnoxious sound of a thousand hells go away.
For good!

Now Bergie's cage is empty. I don't have to hear that stupid sound ever again!
I can finally sleep! Finally watch the game, hell I can finally take a shit in peace! No more Bergie.
Not now.
Not later.
Not ever!
Nooo more Berrrrrrrrgie!!
Bahahaha!

I can finally lay my head down and rest my eyes without th-
CHIRP! CHIRP!

No!
No! It cant be!
CHIRP! CHIRP!

No...
No...
NO!

CHIRP! CHIRP!

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...Alice Cooper made me write that! :mellow:

New word!

A boot!

[Midnight_Moon]

A boot, packed with mud, lays on the floor of a tent. Ever morning at sun rise, he get up and puts it on is cold tried feet. But he must get up, there's no choice here. For when your part of our troops, you must fight for you country, whatever time of day it is.
The boots were tied on tightly using the duck tapes laces, for they have become to worn that they broke. He grabbed the rest of his uniform and went out into the blazing sun to start yet another day here. Here is another universe so strange to him.
But he was there in his uniform. And his father old boots.
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An army boot was the first thing to come to mind so that what I wrote it about.

New Topic:
A peacock feather

[Chie'N'Kadath]

A Peacock Feather

Ever since I was a kid, I've loved birds. Birds of all kinds and breeds. I have a conservatory for birds. I keep the flamingos closest to home, as they are my favourite. But one animal was missing, a peacock. I have no idea why I hadn't got a peacock, so I ordered a peacock and a peahen. They arrived about a day or two late, but that was fine. I uncrated them as soon as they got to my home, and then I moved them out into an area I had made for them. I was hoping they would breed, and so I would have even more. But something about the peacock bothered me.. it really did. While its multicoloured plumage was indeed fascinating, there was one feather in particular that bothered me. It was front and center, right at the top. It followed me, I sweartogod it followed me, the black-bluish spot in the center was an eye. It even blinked. Every midday, I would sit on my porch and watch it from afar with a pair of binoculars, and just like the man in The Telltale Heart I was bothered by that ghastly eye. Just like the man in The Telltale Heart I wanted to kill. The madness built inside me, how could I hurt a bird? I'd much sooner kill myself than a bird. And so I did. But that black and blue eye, surrounded by the thin brown wisps still haunts me in my deathbed.

The worst movie ever made.

[Phantom]

I sit watching this... I wonder why. Number on the words aren't event synced with the persons lips. Two the camera that recorded this is crap because I can barely see. The lighting is bad and so is the plot line. I can't even imagine that anybody would actually produce something so... so... Crappy.


New subject:
A lightsaber

[Chie'N'Kadath]

Inspired by Chie's annoying conquest to save money on batteries for flashlights.
A lightsaber

An evil Sith lord named Darth Animus stood before a Jedi master known only as Dakaht.
Darth Animus quickly and gracefully pulled his lightsaber from his hilt and activated it, revealing a long glowing shaft of luminous crimson light. He began to speak. "Dakaht, so we finally meet. I am going to monologue while you get ready for battle sluggishly. Blah blah blah.." As the intimidating sound of 'blah' came from Animus' mouth, Dakaht pulled out his light saber with an embarrassed look on his face. Gone was his once graceful, silver lined hilt but now a yellow plastic lump lay in his hands with a crank on the side. Animus stopped his monologue for a second to stare. "What is that!?" he said with a menacing drawl. "Oh... this.... Yeah, uhm.. Me and my wife kinda couldn't afford the crystals to power my lightsaber, so we switched to this... This might take awhile." Dakaht slowly started to twist the crank. Slowly, but surely, a sodium yellow glow started to peek out of the lightsabers hilt. "Oh." said Animus. "If you don't mind, lets get back to what I was saying... blah blah blah blah." Dakaht cranked harder and harder, and finally a tiny little nub of the yellow shaft started to poke out. An hour passed. Animus was done with his amazing, menacing dialogue but in respect for the rules of battle, he waited for Dakaht to finish. So he just stood on the side drinking a cup of coffee while humming a catchy song he heard at a Cantina recently. Eventually, Dakaht said "Yeah! I got it!" and he stood in a striking position with his light saber, ready for Animus. "This was the first time we met.." said Animus "And it will be the last time too." A choir rose behind them for no real reason, and started singing an epic fight song as the sabers clashed. But then, all of a sudden Dakaht's saber started to retract into the hilt. Animus looked in frustration and put his face into his palm and sighed. "OH SHIT!" yelled Dakaht. He wound the crank more and more and more. "Fuck this" said Animus as he lunged at Dakaht and with a clean, graceful slash decapitated Dakaht. His head slough and then fell cleanly to the ground, the wounds cauterized. Later that night as Dakaht's wife, Hice, mourned the loss of her husband. His soul appeared in front of her. "Here." he said, handing her the plastic crank lightsaber. "It was this piece of shit that got me killed."


A cheerful cannibal, casually eating his victim in public.

[GeorgeMichael]

A cheerful cannibal, casually eating his victim in public.

He was like Hannibal Lecter. Not the insanely awesome Lecter from Silence of the Lambs who waited peacefully and struck when you least expected it, but that stupid Lecter from Hannibal Rising who was merely a cheap tool used to scare wimpy modern audiences who can't appreciate well made horror films anymore. Yes. The cannibal was like that Lecter.


I'm kidding :) ok, here we go.


Jonathan moaned in lust and pleasure as the deliciously warm blood flowed down from his lips. He stuck the end of the middle finger that he had just ripped off into his mouth and began to suck all the fluid from it. The gathering crows watched in disgust, too shocked to move an inch and help the poor desperate man on the ground who was crying for help, struggling to get free from Jonathan's powerful grip which was causing the the blood to stop flowing to his arm and making it turn to a purple shade. The man's scream made Jonathan smile widely as he lowered a spoon that he had saved for this special occasion. People rushed forward to try and stop Jonathan from doing any more damage but it was too late. Jonathan had already descended the spoon to the corner of the man's eyelid and with jsut a hint of strength caused it to lower in. The screams echoed into the distance and drowned out the small pop that preceded the devouring of the eyeball. Two men rushed forward to tackle Jonathan and he knew that his dinner time was over, and the meal couldn't be left alive to spoil. Jonathan laughed as he brought the spoon flying down into the man's open mouth. Over and over again Jonathan raised the bloody spoon high and sent it crashing down to the deep bowels of the man's throat, causing blood to fly all over the men trying to restrain Jonathan. Jonathan gave one final laugh before two shotgun shells made contact with his face and wiped his head completely from existence. Both he and the man were now dead, but he had died laughing.


hmm... too dark and bloody?

Next:

A Killer Cell Phone

[Chie'N'Kadath]

hmm... too dark and bloody?


No, it was just right. It was awesome :D Sorry for not describing the killer cell phone, right now I ain't feeling too hot so I'll leave that task to someone else.

[Phantom]

A Killer Cell Phone
"Ohmigosh," She squeeled as her father gave her the cellular she had always wanted with a sinaster gleem in his eye,"I love you daddy." She ran to her room to call her Best friend. She dialed and then screamed, the cell phone was eating her. Her father stood there and watched while she screamed" Daddy, help me, help me please." He just smiled and laughed.

New Topic:

A Letter From The Opera Ghost (Sorry, I'm obsessed with it I know.)

[Nanyoky]

His fingers shook as he turned over the plain cream envelope. It would have been such an innocent thing, except for the blood red seal on the back. The skull's vacant eye sockets stared up at him as he slipped his letter opener into the fold.
"Dammit all..." wincing as the thin knife pricked his finger, he shook out the letter while trying to ignore the coppery scent of blood.
His eyes flew across the page, his hands shaking only slightly. Specific words stood out amongst the mockingly toned note. "Tonight" "Surprise" "My Opera House".
Anger flashed through him. His opera house? We'll just have to see about that.
He crumpled the letter and threw it into the fire.
(can't help knowing just a little about the story, my friend Mini's obsessed too. ^_^)
Ice

[electrilad]

It was like a clear, crystalline world, with small planet encased inside its smooth, one-inch surface. Slick and shiny, it sat alone on the kitchen floor, forgotten when Michelle spilled her water glass. Tiny bits of dust had gathered on the side, but had began to slip off as the cube began to grow watery-er. Slowly but surely, the ice cube grew smaller and smaller, until five minutes later, there was no sign that such a thing existed except for a puddle of water, that was quickly lapped up by the family cat.

Barbie doll

[Midnight_Moon]

She sat on the floor, Christmas morning. She waited impatiently for her other siblings to get up. She wanted to see what was in the stocking. Was it the Barbie she always wanted?
"Alright Shelly," said Daddy, handling her the a big pink present. She vigorously opened the package. And there still inside the box, was nothing no Barbie, no anything.
"Where's the present Daddy?" she asked curiously.
"Right here," he said swinging open the curtains unleashing an enormous barbie house.
"We know you wanted the Barbie but you already have twenty," said Mommy. But Shelly wasn't paying attention she was already playing with the big Barbie house.

OK, that was an odd topic.
Next one:
Pink paint

[woopdidoodoo]

Pink Paint
The smell flooded the room and she felt satisfied but a little bit high from the blasted fumes as she had forgotten to leave the bedroom window open. Looking at the wall she had just painted it now screamed "Girl" at her and she hoped her daughter would like it.

"Oh my god Mum what have you done to my room?"

Asked her 12 year old daughter, she looked shocked and by the looks of it not pleased with her efforts either.

"This colour wants to make me puke!" she rambles on, sticking her finger in her mouth and making a mock retching noise.

"Jeez thanks honey I love you too, you did a great job!"

I replied, feeling hurt because I'd spent so much time travelling around the city to look for the colour paint she wanted only to have it sold out at every store and this was the closest colour. Puke pink it was now dubbed.

...
I hoped that was ok, I covered reaction, smell and colour so eh
its an on the spot job so yay

and next subject...

Pet cat

[Phantom]

Pet Cat

There it was, a ginger cat. I knew that it was meant to be mine. I go to the cage in the pet store and poke my finger through the cage, it licks me. I get it and go home.
I sit on my couch watching the cat play with the toys I bought it. It was so full of life like I had once been. How I wish I was still so young, I had so much fun.
Not the cat has curled up in my lap. I pet it telling myself now I won't be so lonely anymore.

New Topic:
Lava Lamps

[GoldEagle]

I sat there all night, my eyes fixed upon the lamp ahead of me. I watched intently as the the thick blobs of lava floated around inside. They transformed, changed shape, grew larger, multiplied... The light from the lamp felt soft on my skin. My eyes became tired, and drooped, only to spring open again when I realised I was falling asleep. I followed the smallest piece of floating lava with my eyes until it was too much. Zzzz.

Next topic: The Earth from space.

[Nanyoky]

"So this is it..." Bell breathed, touching the cold, smooth glass. "Earth..." She stared in wonder at the small blue and white swirled orb, suspended in the inky black of space.
"Quit drooling on my dash," Nanyoky rolled her eyes. "If we short out now, we're screwed."
"I'm not going to short the dash," Bellana glared at her friend, but closed her gaping mouth anyway. "I wasn't drooling..."
"It don't look that special," the other woman ignored her, cracking her neck and propping her feet up on the control panel in front of her. Bell decided it would be pointless to point out that Nanyoky's heavy boots would do a lot more damage than human saliva. "Just looks like any other planet."
"That's not the point," she shook her head and turned back to stare at the earth. "It's different for you. For me, this is important. This is where my people came from. You'd be acting the same way if we were going to dock on Airfridi."
Nanyoky made a non committal noise and punched in a request for landing clearance. "It's a place to go. Our air's gettin stale, our food low and if I hear that blond officer complain one more time about not stepping on solid ground, I think I'm gunna shoot her."
"Yeah, I guess." But Bell couldn't help feeling like something was finally right, now that she was returning to the planet her species originated from.

Wow. sucky...
A fang

[Mercy]

A fang of gold rested on her neck, attached to a thin yellow chain. Vana admired it's reflection in her dusty hand mirror. It was the only object that remained of her old life. Her eyes wandered to the man in front of her, his reddened eyes examining the jewelry greedily.

Sighing, she brought her slender fingers to the back of her neck, yanked the chain apart and handed it to the man. He grabbed the shimmering fang in fast and tugged some silver coins from his pocket, handing them to her.

Vana looked at the money dejected before turning on her heels and leaving the damp alleyway they had been inhabiting.

She would get it back, someday.

A rice container (like the ones at the Chinese restuarants).

[Zombified]

The bloody fingers poked out of the rice bowl like an uninvited guest.
I stared at them and said nothing.
When she came into the room and saw the hand she screamed and yelled and called me a monster. She cried. She cried a lot.

I told her I wasn't going to hurt her. I couldn't hurt her. How could I? I loved her. Thats why I took that bastard's hand.
Because I loved her.

Her cheeks were glistening with salty tears as I stared at her from my seat at the table. A large fly buzzed by my face and landed on the severed hand in the bowl; a snack for its insect mouth.

She looked at me and shook her head and told me I needed to get help.
Help?
I don't need help.
I never needed help.

But the bloody carcass in my room, now he needed help.
But he wouldn't get it.
He crossed me.
He crossed my woman.
And now the only help he will be getting will be from my mercy.
But I'm all out of mercy...


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A shiny quarter

[Midnight_Moon]

She looked down while walking down the hallway and there on the linoleum floor sat a shiny quarter. The face of George Washington was even visible from where I was standing.

She bent down for it but instead of seeing just her own fingers reach for it, she saw yet another hand. The hand had large, long finger and touched the quarter ever so gently. She looked back up to see a boy. The boy also had a gentle face and a smile flickered on his face like a tiny ember. But when she looked him in the eyes, he turned away sheepishly.

He stood up and began to walk away. She wanted to say something ask something but she couldn't. Her tongue had been tied so tightly no words would even try to come out.

So, he walked back into the crowd and soon was lost in it. With no name, only a picture of his gentle face and hand, she stood up as well.

The quarter was left on the floor, shining just like it had been before the two of them reached down to pick it up.

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A plate of spaghetti

[Plushoriam]

Tina glared at the plate of golden worms that slithered on the ruby "mud".
"You know I don't like Spaghetti." she said bitterly, feeling slightly nauseous. It had always reminded her of the pink wriggling beings crawling in the garden. They made her feel so sick, she could feel her stomach churning like butter. The golden worms seemed to multiply and grow longer, burying into the red, greasy sauce.
WRIGGLE
WRIGGLE
WRIGGLE
The sound was clear in her head like a metronome. It was driving Tina crazy.
Her friend, Yvonne nudged the plate towards her.
"There is nothing wrong." Yvonne stated, picking up a limp spaghetti strand.
But in Tina's eyes, the strand seemed to flail with rage. The minute that golden worm landed onto her, she screamed the house down...

New Topic
A Rug

[Zombified]

"Somebody help me!"

Becky looked over her shoulder with wide cartoon eyes, expecting her attacker to jump out behind the corner at any moment.
She pounded incessantly at the mahogany door, hoping that someone would answer and save her from the madness in which she was in.
But no one did.

"Hey, bitch," a raspy voice called out from behind.

Becky closed her eyes and felt her body tremble like a wet Chihuahua.
She knew who it was.
And she knew what he wanted.

"Aww, is wittle Becky gonna cwy?" the voice taunted.

"Please...", she whimpered. "Don't do this."

"'Don't do this! Don't hurt me! Don't kill me' Blah blah blah! Thats all you bitches ever say."

Becky felt a sharp pain in her back and let out a strangled cry.
She felt a warm, wet thing drag across her ear and then she felt hot, fetid air against her neck.

The attacker ran his tongue down her neck and then back up to her ear again. Slowly, meticulously, he stabbed her in the back once more.

She let out a shriek.
He whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, bitch, Freddy's not gonna hurt ya...much!"

With a cackling laugh the killer plunged his bladed fingertips into Becky's back over and over again.
Even over her screams of fiery agony, the killer never stopped laughing.
Not even when Becky's body went cold and her blood covered the welcome rug outside the house.
He never stopped laughing.

(Hehe, everyone loves Freddy Krueger!)

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New word!

A pigeon

[Nanyoky]

((Yo Zomb, good discription, but how is that a rug?))
Sonja held out her arm to the open window, closing her eyes and concentrating on the soft voice she could barely hear.
"Come here," she mouthed with almost no sound, her eyes still squeezed tightly shut. "I can help..."
After nearly ten minutes, a small ball of gray and brown speckled feathers catapulted it's way through her window and dug it's claws into her wrist. Wincing, Sonja sat on the edge of her bed, ignoring the warm blood making bright crimson tracks over her hand.
"So who do you have with you today, little wing friend?" she cooed, patting his smooth round head with a finger and closing her mouth to the smell of the Lower City. Just because she lived in the filthiest part of town, didn't mean she enjoyed the sour taste the air left in her mouth that always clung to her favorite birds.
"Completely unexpected," the spirit hitching a ride on the pigeon huffed. "Just came out of no where, he did. Whatever happened to 'honor amongst thieves', eh? When I first be joinin the Rouge, no one would dare think of takin me on 'thout announcing it, no sir. I did me bit, I shared the load. And this is how the filthy cove repays me? Puttin one o' me own daggers through me back no less."
So there was more corruption in the Rouge. Sonja shook her head. Things hadn't been the same since the old King of Thieves had died.
"But he don't know that me lad was in hidin behind the door," the woman's voice informed her smugly. "An he ain't gunna be takin to kindly to watchin me killed. We wasn't goin to tell noone till he had the money to marry me, but now he'll be right put off, to put things lightly. Least the bastard what killed me ain't gunna leave such a pretty body as me."
Sonja grimaced and stood, holding the pigeon out of her window.
"Good bye. Rest in peace now Ma'am," she muttered and hissed as the bird gave her wrist one last squeeze and took flight. As she bandaged her puncture wounds, Sonja wondered why she had to be the one to hear the wailings of the freshly dead that rode on the wings of birds.
(sorry, HUGE tamora pierce fan... I kinda fell away from the excersize again...)
Next word: A handbag

[appleofmyeye]

The tall blonde sashayed down the sidewalk, her short skirt swirling in the light breeze. Her sharp chin pointed up to the bright blue sky. The enormous sunglasses perched on the bridge of her nose covered half of her gorgeous face. Slung over her shoulder was a handbag, big and no doubt designer. It was black with two large C's standing out like beacons. The bleach blonde strutted down the sidewalk knowing everyone stared; the men with lusty gazes and the women envious. They were jealous of not only her hot body, or her long platinum hair. They hated her for the designer handbag she flashed without a care in the world.

Library Book

[cleverdoctorswin]

Tattered edges, missing pages, ripped corners, and faded colors was what he saw when he picked up the book in the park. It's title was faded but still readable. He opened the cover carefully, not wanting to damage the book any further. It was obvious that it was unloved - unwanted by whoever had gotten it. So the boy sat under a tree, reading the library book that was so obviously forgotten by its previous reader.


Candy Cane Wrapper

[Liziy]

The thin, clear plastic wrapper lay on the floor, discarded after, young, greedy fingers had stripped it off the prize they wanted. Little bits of the candy and a thin, sweet residue stick clung to the wrapper as if determined. Pieces of prettily decorated wrapping paper littered the floor around the wrapper. Feet stampeded about the room, crushing the useless, filmy plastic. No one thinks about the protector of the candy.

Next: Dresses

[Fiction]

Exotically-named fabrics, bombazine, crepe, taffeta, satin, silk and all, hanging from ribbon-wrapped hangers. The first, a loud red gown with a fat, jeweled ribbon, seemed to dance without a wearer.
The second was a clean, short cocktail frock of forest green. Ribbons trailed at every cuff and hem.
The third was an elegant, jewel-bright velvet affair, shimmering without effort.
Among all the dresses was the tiniest piece, a medium-length, matte black guise, pencil-thin and simple. The girl picked the black. After all, on whom doesn't a little black dress look good?

[miss_smiley]

Ok. I'LL add a word.

Sluice.

[Zombified]

What the fuck does that even mean?

[miss_smiley]

Better idea.

Ignorance. :P

[Liziy]

Louise would be one they called ignorant. She knew nothing of sports or school, and she only seemed to exist, floating through the halls. She would hardly talk unless spoken to, and then she didn't know the answers. But she knew different things, things like calling spirits from the dead with hardly a whisper, and seeing through minds into depths of the brain. Contrary to popular belief, she was not ignorant, at least things that really mattered.

Next Word: Paper

[LovyTory]

The Paper sat in front of me. I had no idea what to writing on it. I imagined it, jumping to life and telling me exactly what to write! "Your topic should be the Rise to Hitler and how he was an evil person." I snapped out of the dream and I was sitting in front of the paper. Waiting to be inspired but the blank piece of white which was not dancing about giving me inspiration but lying contently on the wood table surface. And still, the paper sat in front of me. I decided to pick up the pen and do some doodles on the paper which was meant to be filled with words and words about WW2, was now filled with can can dancers! Now I could relax! My paper was filled!
Such a hard topic by the way! :huh:


The next writers topic is: The inside of a wardrobe

[buttonbit]

Her wardrobe was completely bleak in varying tones of gray, interrupted by black items. The little colour that had once brightened her room had been thrown out in her early teenage years, and the wardrobe was no exception.
Her clothes were there with intentions of making a statement and to shock. Everything that she wore, she wore with pride, with every feeling of being different to the norm. She believed she was making a stand as somebody different, somebody to be idolised, and never forgotten. She was acting as the face of the Youth of Today. Instead of her ideas of revolution and change, she and many others were mocked by those who believed themselves better, feared by the perpetually innocent and ignored by most adults who seemed to constantly suspect her to be up to no good.
Not oblivious, she continued, letting everybody know that she didn't care in her speech, her actions and the contents of her wardrobe.

Next topic: Rails

[miss_smiley]

They stood, like soldiers, a long, thin line separating the masses of land. Like sentries, the posts guard their lines carefully, never budging, never weary.
They seem to say to passer-bys, "It's all well and good if you stay on that side, but no further, sir. This is where the line is marked, and this is where the line will stay."
The rust-spots eat steadily at their ranks, keen to undo their work and release upon the meadow complete freedom and sweet togetherness, whatever the cost.
But the meadow is content, knowing it is one, no matter what the surly pickets may tell it, as their sharp points prick into its flesh. For beneath the rails, the grasses kiss each other and are united and the earth is joined forever.

Sound.

[buttonbit]

She was lost in the sound, alive with energy, but completely isolated. Eyes closed and buzzing with excitement, but her mind at peace, she was dancing wildly through the crowd. People made room for her, and watched her make her way across the dancefloor, oblivious to their stares.
One pair of eyes had been following her all evening. Patrick was tired, his feet were sore- and he couldn't hear over the music. He longed to go home, and collapse into his bed, but patiently, as only he could, he waited. Bouncing on the balls of his feet, tapping away on his phone; nothing seemed to pass the time for him or her. She was free, clearly feeling good- and looking it, too. She sang along to a song he recognised as her favourite, and he sighed, watching her all the while, only briefly letting his eyes flick to his watch. Hips swinging and jumping feet, she was lost in the crowd and lost in the sound.
Patrick waited.

It didn't really describe them, but it described the night, or their relationship. Whatever.

Next topic: Sunshine

[AvidAbey]

It flutters across my skin, warmth alternating, like a bird's wing pushing air while flitting there; the floating oak leaves interrupt the dapple randomly, though, not with measured steady beats of a whippoorwill or an eagle. The effect is like an Aldis lamp signaling across my body, and it's telling who knows who to slip away into a drowse; that warmth seeps, soothing as it spreads across, and the message, always flighty, slips as I sink somnolent into cool contrasting bed of moss.

Next subject: Leaks (as in water; a leak in the ceiling, perhaps).

[Iridescence]

It was so fascinating.

The tears leaking from her eyes didn't look like tears at all, really -- more like fat little globes of color that rolled lazily down the smooth peach-skin of her cheeks, glimmering hazily in the soft light. Her eyes looked huge and vulnerable, covered by a thin, gossamer sheen. I wanted to reach out and touch one, just one -- wanted to feel the salty, warm water on my own skin. I wondered what she would say if I wiped away one of them with my thumb. Then again, I didn't want to touch them, because then they'd disappear. I wondered what it felt like to cry. Did the tears bubble up like hot geysers, stinging her large eyes? Did her eyelashes cling together as the tear, round and perfect, dangled precariously by a single watery finger? I wanted, then, to be one of those tears -- I wanted to skate down her snowy cheeks, pushed along by gravity, only to hesitate for the briefest second, at the edge of the chin, before dropping down into infinity.
Cry some more, I thought, staring at her. It's so fascinating, watching a soul leak out.

Meh.

New topic: rumble

[Jagged]

The ground bucked, tearing up tree's that had remained there for decades. Uprooting the ancient to replace it with chaos. Stone and mud shifting uncomfortably, ignoring the plight of the creatures who relied so dearly on the illusion, the rationality that the ground should not move, should not wrench away grass and leaves ro reveal a core of molten hatred, burning, hissing; flames snapping at the heals of the creatures desperately tryin to escape. She was destroying the intricate beauty that grew upon her. Generatios of animals and plants wiped out for the discontent of the earth. For all we knew the world would never stop moving, shaking the foundations of our sanity, the ground should not move. Then, as soon as it had started, the destruction stopped. The world found a solace, so with one last sigh, she settled comfortably down. Letting one last runble resound throughout the ground to remind the creature's who lived on her surface, that she could easily become discontent, and maybe this time actually tear up the land we take for granted.

Not too great, i know. Next topic: Trust

[miss_smiley]

Trust, that warm blanket of affection spreads itself over friends, thick as blood and written in unspoken vows. It lingers, thin as a spider's web, upon smiles and confidence, beautiful, fragile and yet untearable as the day is long.
The smallest word can shatter its mirror-bright bubble, tearing it into rivulets to cry folornly at the sky, but the strongest force on earth could never sway its nature, nor twist that wonderful fabric of the spirit to dust.
Its smell is of honey, of myrrh, of love. It binds itself to your heart, planting its roots so deeply that it tears all to be weeded out. It is unflinching and, while it wavers, soon grows strong on fertile soil.

Hmm. Ok. I think I gave that a fair shot.
Next topic: Sunshine.

EDIT: Waait a minute... That's been said before!!!
Try... uhm... Transformation...?

[Lilith]

I shuddered. My skin shifted over the tissue and the bones that made up my fragile human body and I felt an odd clicking all the way down my spine. It threw me off balance and I lurched forward, landing on all fours with my tail - MY TAIL - sticking up like a black straw. The tiny hairs that covered my body were black now too, and longer than ever, perhaps two inches on average. My ears slid up the sides of my head, with a grating sensation that went right through me, and my teeth became longer, sharper.
I shrank.
I was the exact same height as my teddy bear, with four legs, whiskers, and a tail. Perplexed, I meowed, and hid under the bed.

Bed!

[MackenzieLN]

So bed is the topic?

The bed, which was perfectly made, stood untouched in the dark room. The present day was falling and night was beginning. The dryness of the air made sleeping in her new larger bed made it feel even more occward. The calling of sleep lurred her to the bed, but the loud noises of nocturnal animals made her back away. Her eyelids hessitated to stay open, making her steps wobbily. The little girl grabbed her teddy bear, squeezing it tightly as she tried climbing up the bed which was much taller than her.

Next topic- < RAIN >

[YokoMeo]

This sounds fun.

The furiously pouring rain dropped from above. It landed on my skin- cold and wet- I danced for the longest in my life. The dripping of it sounds like a beat of a song. I even grabbed a passer-by and waltzed with him too. Absolute bliss. Freedom. Clarity. I slipped and fell, lied there laughing at the world and its beauty.

Like it?

Topic=School

[Kody Boye]

Ok... we'll try this...

Youth dies in places small and without substance. Like flowers opening to bees, then offering parts of them in the hopes of expanding, many go to learn, but often enter for cruelty. Cruel, some may say, that the sense of fashion is so weak; or cruel, others would cry, as they're pelted with rocks as they walk toward the front door. These are places far and without regret, small and without focus, tight and without release. These are places where the good die young and the bad grow strong. This is where your life ends. Then you're born again.


...

:X

Ermmm... as to the next person, how about a flower?...

[Autumn]

Hop! The proud little robin jumped up on the branch, adjusting his position. Tiny claws dug into the soft wood as the bird observed his surroundings. Was that fluff falling from the sky? Watching closely with one beady eye, the robin noticed the snowy petals of the cherry blossoms, and his fear of the unexpected return of winter subsided. It wasn't snow, after all. The robin saw how the petals broke off gently with each sigh of the breeze, how they twisted and spun in the air as they danced against gravity. The robin watched the remnants of the flowers fall, before taking off, a single dark patch against the pearly swirls of the blossoms.

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Oki, how about... a teabag :D

[LovyTory]

(From the perspective of the teabag)
My Journey:
I sat in the jar with my family. My brothers and my sisters. We would sit all day looking out and watching (spying more like) on the Gills family and their daily life from the kitchen. But nearly every day and night one of two of my brothers or sisters disappear. A great big spoon, our greatest enemy, dives into our home, injuring one or two of us and then the unlikely teabag and taken from us and is dissolved into a thin liquid. And one day it will be me.

[LovyTory]

Whoops forgot:
NEXT TOPIC:
Heaven

[Liziy]

Heaven:
Is it a concept, or a place? Is it real, or is it fiction? There's so much about heaven that I'm not sure what it is anymore. It used to be a simple perfect place, but is it now? the alternative is hell. Where am I going? Does heaven even exist? I'm not quite sure.

Candle

[Emsidian]

A pink candle lay lit on the counter, lighting up the room in the darkness of night. A scent filled the air, a pleasent scent of strawberries. The flame was just lit and couldn't be left on for long. It stayed in a glass container, high up from young children. A gust of wind came upon the candle, as the girl walked away, and blew the freshly lit candle out. Causing her to find her way in the dark without a hint of light.

Next topic
Night

[LovyTory]

In the night, the dark, gloomy trees whisper in the wind. The night is full of demons and creatures of the dark. I see beady eyes watching over me as I step into the night. The night is my enemy. The night holds my soul. It is a violent rush of evil that will rush through everything it touches. The night scares me. The night cares for no-one.

Next Topic: A Children's Playground

[LovingFan]

Next Topic: A Children's Playground

Hard rust grips hands.
Soft snow tingles skin.
White teeth reveal happiness.

Mary goes round and round.
Creaking. Squeaking.
Falling apart.

Snow falls far.
Hearts do not.
A child.

Eh, it's in poem form, but I don't care :D

Next Topic: The Ocean

[Omal]

Jovan walked into his room. Something wasn't right. He looked around. It was everywhere. It was all over his furniture and covered the floor. In all its disgusting glory, it was dripping off the walls forming in to huge puddles at the bottom. It was even splashed on the ceiling, clogging the fan's circuit and forming clumps hanging down from various locations. Jovan screamed. His house was covered in pink paint.

lawn chair

[Fiction]

Pink flamingo plastic, splashed with pastels, hues of summer, sits in wait for a recipient of it's welcoming relief. Droplets of ice, lemonade bead on the arm rest, while a white sun hangs above.

A pigeon with peculiar markings.

[Angelique]

Hiru laid unconcious. He was battered in blood and miles away from the closest village. Wandering off from his team to capture Revil's army - alone - was his stupidest decision. After hours, he slowly awoken and clutched his bleeding arm and rose slowly to the sound of flattering wings. Ten feet from him stood a pigeon. As a boy, Hiru remembers slingshotting Pigeons with small rocks he gathered with the group of friends. This thought made Hiru laugh - although, he stopped immediately as it was extremely painful.

But something was not right. He took another look at the bird. At first glance the pigeon appeared healthy. As he looked again, he was intrused by its appearance. Had he gone blind? The bird was poorly feathered, naked almost. It appeared as it had just escaped from torture. Bad torture. Even worse, the pigeon had a broked eye: dark black and blue. The most unique combination he has ever seen. Back in his village, a bird with a broked eye meant involvement of witchcraft. Sinful.

As he rose to both feet, the pigeon starred back and pipped. Towering over the delicate creature, its apple head shocked him. It had the engraving of the letter "Y" representing his army, Yonso. Blood dripped from it. It proved otherwise that it was recently engraved.

Yonso never harmed no creature. Had this been an act from Revil?

--

A 5 year meets an elf?

[Kiba]

She didn't know what the lady was, but she was tall--nearly as tall as her dad. Her eyes were really bright green, like leaves in spring, and her face was like a brand-new doll's--all perfect and smooth. Her hair was bright blonde, too; it was curly and all the way down to her feet, and it was really pretty.

But the look on her face was scary--like the neighbor's mean dog that Mom wouldn't want her to get close to, or one of the huge snakes in the zoo that always slithered around in its cage. Was she a witch? But witches were supposed to be ugly and had green skin, and the lady here only had green eyes...

But the lady disappeared without saying anything, and there were a bunch of leaves on the ground.

-
...So, I was drawing on the really traditional fairy tales, where sometimes the elves are kind of freaky.

Next person: Seaside cliffs.

[Asteria]

They tower above, imposing their dominance on all of nature. Harsh watery punches can but scrape some vegetation and pebbles from the sheer surface. No matter how hard the frustrated wind blows, the earth resists with fierce determination. The walls of rock and growth stand solid and shout to the world, "I am almighty! Only I will prevail the trials of time!" Sadly mistaken, the cliffs will eventually succumb to the persistent buffeting and crumble. Small stones and fossils squabbling amongst the waves will be the only remnants of once powerful beings.

Next: Mushrooms

[flaahgraman]

As the convoy moved slowly through the thick forest, the explorer was struck by the sheer size of everything around them. The tops of trees were lost from sight in the foggy canopy and the ferns clustered around their trunks were twice the height of a man. Then there were the mushrooms. Easily as tall as a house, with stalks like the pillars of an ancient temple, these giant fungi cast umbrella shaped shadows over the barely visible path. Their colours ranged from venomous purples to soft yellows, and gave off nearly as many scents. Some of these aromas were sweet to the point of sickliness, while others smelt of things best left unimagined.

Next topic: A volcano

[Faust]

The lava spurt out of the top like a old man spitting.Would it finally burst? Would I finally get the thrill I have been anticipated for three months? The thing that broke me out of my trance was the volcanic rock that landed next to me. I looked up at the volcanoe, more rocks were coming out of it. It was not fear that filled me it was exitement.

This is not the best but I hope it will do.

Next:Clown

[ManyIdeas]

The face of the nightmarish man was icy white and as cold as a glacier. The red eyes look like two huge swollen brusies from a mugging eariler that night, his 'friendly' smile was like a knife that cut through the souls of angels and made the demons cry out in laughter.
A horrifying aura surrounded him, like the Joker stepping into the room. The clown is many sources of nightmares and scared children who hide under their beds and cry at the sigh of him. They make him blush and embarresed.
He is just a man trying to make a living.

Next: (lets make it hard!) The Pillars of Creation

[KythingToWrite]

The huge white columns stretched upwards, vanishing from sight in the clouds. Set in the shape of a square, they were covered in tiny inscriptions in a strange language. Yet as she moved towards them, the words seemed to change until she could read a string of strange words in the English script. Suddenly, a loud voice came from the sky,
"Welcome to the Pillars of Creation."

Wow... I think I did pretty good! I might even use that in a story! Next is...
A Giant Spider Web (I know, weird)

[Nevermore]

They flowed gently through his mind, glistening with a thousand emotions. Connections built and bonded to last a lifetime. The web of memories, conflicts, relationships, and hopeful imaginations surrounded him like a fog filled with softly glowing butterflies, all tied together by threads of light rivaling the rainbow in vividness.

He was a master web-builder to rival any spider. Jack Landon couldn't help but grin at the magnitude of what he had just accomplished.

It had taken years. Subtle probing, manipulating, controlling, all guarded and tested by careful documentation to the point of obsession. Each player in his grand game had required so much time...so much attention...so much pain.

Memories of all those days spent in submission to the unworthy poured back on him like boiling lava, but he wiped them away with the soothing thought that at last it was done.

No more hiding. Control, along with his dignity, had returned. All was set, and at long last the game could begin.

This would be the first post of mine on the board...please, do be gentle :D

[Nevermore]

P.S: The word is irony

[crayons932]

Joshua stared at the letter a while longer before deciding be angry. It was a long time since she had written to him, and when the letters had come, they had been as bluntly unappreciative as this one. The post script, he decided, was a slap in the face after the context of the letter. She had talked about her love for him through words drooling with sarcasm, taunting his affection like a googly-eyed aunt dangling a golden toy above the babies outstretched hands. Irony is what she called it, the difference between his undying love and her childish amusement. She was a child, playing her juvenile games; a child with the body of a woman (more likely, the body of a goddess). Throughout the letter she had pretended to search for a word for their relationship, "something that sums it all up. hmmm." she had written. She then put into words the many evil things she had done to keep him dangling, even including the remote control incident. By the time Joshua had gotten to the post script he was burning with anger. Irony is what she called it. Fitting.

New word: Hypocrisy

[Thalia]

Everything the Organization did made Adele want to punch someone in the face.They called the Serpents evil for enlisting young, impressionable soldiers. Well, the Organization had killed Adele's parents and forced her to join when she was nine. The Organization hated the Serpents for killing innocents, but they sent hundreds of teenagers to die as pawns in their war every year. Hypocrites.

Adele may have been a bitch, but she was upfront about it. And she may not like Alisse, but Alisse was exactly who she was, and if she changed, she admitted her mistake. Everybody made mistakes. But when someone couldn't just fess up to it, it drove Adele up the wall.

Hypocrisy would be the end of mankind someday.

[crayons932]

Thalia, new word?

[Nevermore]

Infidelity

[NinjaBerrySharry13]

Infidelity:

Haunting followed her through the foreign looking high school hallways, as if every step she took was another step down the steep slope of darkness, leading only to the piercing sting of the false reality she once thought she could rely on. She felt abandoned within her shaky solitude. She could trust no one. Every last person, from her surreal first crush to her once supportive best friend, had betrayed her. She felt as if there was no one left to confide in, no one to share the pain that folded itself repeatedly within her heart. She was ultimately, and desparately, alone.

[NinjaBerrySharry13]

The next word is: serenity

[Nevermore]

A curiously light feeling followed her through the halls, like wisps of a long forgotten sunbeam shining through a winter's sky. She walked in a trance, every step seeming to take her further up into a blissful place where nothing mattered but the future before her.

It was odd; she really should be feeling more...angry. More saddened. Perhaps even suicidal. After all, everyone she had ever trusted, from that surreal first crush to her once supportive best friend had abandoned her.

But opportunity, and a shift in view rivaling the grandest sunset had opened her eyes. She still had her writing, didn't she? She still had the love of her siblings, her parents, and the children she watched at the daycare down the road, didn't she? She was still living, breathing, and awake enough to explore the wonderful opportunities found in a world so much wider than her own pain, wasn't she?

She smiled. To all of those things, she certainly was.

There was no one left to confide in, no one left to support her, and thus no one left to hold her down. Her destiny was now unquestionably her own, no matter what others thought of her. She'd make her freedom, and soar while all those others who had once scorned her now watched with equal parts awe and envy...

And who knows? Maybe she'd reach out and lend them a helping hand as well. Perhaps everyone, even the most brutal and heartless among them, deserved a chance at something more. Something truly beautiful.

She took a deep breath, inhaling the realization that she was now ultimately, and desperately alone.

And she smiled as her mind soared unhindered by her pain towards a brighter future.

(P.S: Props to the Ninja-Berry for being rather inspirational...as well as being a rather good writer :D)

The word is discombobulate.