Wander's Prose & Poetry Contests {CLOSED}

[giraffie]

-_-Xan91-_-

Man, I hate to do this at this time, but I am leaving Gaia. I really hate to do it, at least, because of this, but I have been losing interest in the site and life issues that have continued to pop up have begun to submerge my body in water and I am just barely above my head getting covered. I am trying to prevent that. Again, I am really sorry.

~Xan heart

Bye Xan crying

Everyone will miss you much. heart

(P.S. Don't be sorry! It isn't your fault that your life is kinda rough right now!)

[WhingingNinja]

*pushes the thread to the top*

[Semper Idem]

Rawr. Judgings soon. smile

[giraffie]

OOOOH!

Winners are announced soonish!

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

*is slightly excited*

[Caladhiel]

Soooon....? Yay!! *dances*

[WhingingNinja]

*hides from the judging*

[Bluemusic44]

whee I'm eager to see the results as well as the critiques.

[QueenOfMidnightRoses]

Today is the last day of summer for Queenie D: Tomorrow she has school. >.<

[WhingingNinja]

I love summer but I don't like the heat

[Caladhiel]

QueenOfMidnightRoses

Today is the last day of summer for Queenie D: Tomorrow she has school. >.<

Poor Queenie....

My school doesn't start until the 5th...

Summer is way too short!! ><

Woopdidoodoo~ I like it hot, I much rather that than it being cold.

[QueenOfMidnightRoses]

Queenie has a headache from school >< gah...Owwwie.

Anyways...I like it cold.

[giraffie]

GURK!

*dies*

I'm too excited to see the critiques and all!

[WhingingNinja]

Cal- I like it in betweenish, somwhere you can be out in the sun and not turn into a lobster!

[Rikyru]

we kept going....
We Kept Going
By Jaxon Kemp

Pressing on we twenty five
Looking over the side of the boat,
Awaiting the sight of the shore, we twenty five
No noise but the engine, a lump in our throat
Our legs tired, no seats, we twenty five

Bullets and bombs broke our spirit but we kept going
The bunkers still breathing
The ramp dropped-ten shot-but we kept going
We stormed the beach are hearts beating
Over the sea wall three more shot but we kept going

More ramps drop more men come press on and on
Shell shock found us slurred sounds
Up the hill behind the bunkers press on and on
Finally the bunkers destroyed our joy abound
The job was done and we pressed on and on

[giraffie]

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