Welcome to Gaia! ::

hey peepz^^ *jingle*
i must confess... during the christmas time (my bf was with me too) i had no time and no head of thinking or making a thread here...

i simply want you to tell me a little story or a tiny poem and then ill give u a small present
idk what ill give out... so itll b a suprise and if u dont like what santa (me) gives u, u can sell it on the mp if u want^^

so *chrm chrm* let it begin!!

thank yew smile a merry christmas and happy new year to u too^^


btw when i'm in a hurry i forget the half i wanna say -.-
so: merry b-lated christmas and a happy new year to all^^

Let's see, short story......

A small child dreamt of a most glorious Christmas morning with all the presents he wanted. When he woke up and looked under the tree he found.........COAL!!!! Lot's and lot's of it.

There you have it, my short story xd

Falling snow, falling petals,

A girl looked up with hope upon seeing the gulls.

Falling rays, falling leaves,

She began to lose hope as the winds caused her to grieve.

Falling leaves, falling snow,

Those winds, which wished to do nothing but blow,

Falling leaves, blowing winds,

Hope diminished as they grew beyond binds.

Falling snow, blowing winds,

Everlasting was the despair, save for the scarred sparks.

Blowing winds, distrusting barks,

Stirring her awake, she began to run from it all.

Distrusting barks, nasty wings,

The girl began to fear the very gulls she watched before.

Nasty wings, suspicious growls,

A lonely spark had followed the girl.

Growing despair, indigo sky,

Rising from her den, she continued to run.

Questing questions, Prolonging essence,

Wishing for hope, she began her quest.

Zipping shutters, Haunting memories

A being of neverending memory began to awaken

Into doors, mazes galore,

Keeping an ancient vow, it followed the girl and her spark.

Rest ancient golem, elemental vices

Encountering the being, the girl held no fear

Virtuous Dream, you seek endings to a vice? a?

Soon, both shall meet again.

This was something I came up with on the spot. I don't know if it can count as either a poem or a story though. What do you think?

Thanks. Truth be told, I had some thoughts going into the layout, but I'm not sure if I knew all of those thoughts or not while I was making it:

1. The first letter of the even numbered lines spell out the phrase, "As the star wakes"

2. The even numbered lines are also meant to be a bit of a story woven into the "poem" or "song"

3. The odd number lines start off keeping a steady flow of sorts with a pattern and maybe bits of rhyme with the even numbered lines, but the farther it goes into it, the more it goes random and jagged of sorts to the point where it may or may not make sense at all.