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I'm publishing a book...

January 21, 2011 - 11:30pm — BluedeerLegend18

...and I want to know if you like it! Help me!

I first got the idea at school. The teacher gave us each a picture of a person, young or old, and we were supposed to create a character using the picture. Mine was a young boy with blue eyes and blonde hair, so I wrote down some things about him. Then the teacher told us to create a story of the person we made. It could either be a day in the life of our person or our person that has a problem.

Well I wrote a very cool story about my guy, Dave. Then I realized it would make a good book. Not a big chapter book, just a small little picture book all would enjoy. I plan to call it: The Best Thing That Ever Happened to Dave. So far it's in my school binder that I brought home, and then I will type it onto a Microsoft Word. Then I will print it out and send it to a publisher!

This is not all that I have so far, but dad was rushing me so I only had time to write this:

Page 1

It was a breezy fall afternoon when the best thing to Dave happened. Dave was a five year old boy living in Ohio. But he was not with his parents. Dave had not been with his parents for three years. He had lived in a Foster home.

Page 2

Dave sat on his bed and looked at a picture of his two parents. Then he looked at another one. It was a picture of his mom and her pregnant belly. Dave knew that it was him swimming in her body. Then he looked at one last picture of his two parents. Dave's father was holding him in his hands. Dave looked at his baby self, then looked at his two smiling parents.

Page 3

Dave had not remembered his parents at all, nor the tragic day they died. Dave was ...

Hope you like it! Suspense! How did Dave's parents die? I just have to wait until Sunday, since I have to go to my mom's now and her comp doesn't have internet.

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New!

January 21, 2011 - 11:09pm — Victoriawolf

Hello! I am new! So I need a lot of help with the magic and what not.

Please, please, PLEASE help me!

I need so much help that I am still looking for a mushroom circle....

If you can comment on my blog, please do.... Maybe some hints or something.... Yeah, that would be nice! Thanks!

Bye for now!!!!

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- Victoriawolf

I wish I was a deer everyday, that's how crazy I am..... MY PEANUT!

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For all you have done for me...

January 21, 2011 - 5:46am — quadraptor

For this community

I was caught by a snare
You set me free
I fell into a deep hole
You pull me out
I got lost in the wilderness
You brought me back to safety
I was attacked by predators
You came to my rescue
I almost drowned
You saved my life
I wandered in the darkness
You led me back to the light
I was almost killed by a hunter
You took the bullet for me
I nearly lost my mind
You helped me regain it

I wanted to thank you for all you have done for me
For helping me in my darkest times
For the friendship you have given me
For inspiring me to write and enjoy life

You said a 'thank you' wasn't necessary

But I wanted to thank you anyway

*nuzzles*

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The Meeting of the Five

January 20, 2011 - 4:54am — quadraptor

Not sure where this will fit into my stories but I wanted to write it. I also never explained how Caw returned to the Endless Forest so here ya go.

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He was compelled to get up and walk this night. The blackbuck nudged his daughter, "Hey Zephyr, I have a funny feeling that something will happen tonight.", Quad spoke to her. The doe sat up, shaking the snow from her fur, "What do you think it'll be?", she asked. Her father shook his head, "Don't know, but I'm going to go walking for a bit and see." The doe stood up and stretched, "I'll come with you. I'm not sleepy."

The two walked in the snow going toward the Twin Gods' statues. The sky was clear and starry, and a slight wind chilled them. Zephyr pressed up against her father for warmth, "I wish the Twin Gods would make it warmer.", she said. Quad let out a sigh and nodded. He was a little tired of the cold himself.

As they stopped on the hill, they saw a few others had come. The ghost deer, Trunks, smiled to them and bowed. His body was surrounded by a few strange glowing orbs, as he was a guide for lost souls. "Hello, my friends.", Trunks spoke. Blixt was also there, the candles on his antlers all lit and radiating light around them. He, too, bowed to them, but he was the more silent type.

Pent slowly made his way toward them, "The trees told me to come here. And one of them said I was getting fat, the nerve!", the pronghorn nipped. Zephyr looked toward Quad, "He's a strange one isn't he?", she whispered to him. Quad smiled, "Don't forget he's your uncle. You're related to him.", the stag replied.

As he spoke those words, two orbs pulsated from the statues before the deer. They morphed and shaped into Michael and Auriea, and immediately the five deer bowed to them in respect.

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The unusual.

January 18, 2011 - 9:28pm — CalmlyBree

I once wrote something. It was when I was sad, Usually when I write at my most satisfactory state. Anyhow. Anywho. I was going through, Let's call it a 'Phase.' I liked being alone and I was always well... irritated and upset. I can not remember what I wrote word for word however I do remember the story line. Now I've finished babbling...
There was a boy so pale and quite,
His hair was dark, This caused a riot.
He got no joy to talk and babble,
His own little world in growing old bubble.
He of course acted or spoken no different,
To those of whom we're called an infant.
He wanted to leave these horrible place's,
For people who understood how to take things in pace's.
He went stroll around the tree's,
The frosted leave's and the chilly breeze.
This was abnormal,
The signs were informal.
The dark is creeping in,
A common thing...
A tree,
A loner,
A heart's desire.
He woddled towards this tree, Oh gee,
The next thing is inopropriate to see.
A shake, A scream, A cry, A dream,
Now he wasn't alone. But this, this is all to be seen. ♥

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By Any Other Name [Wesker]

January 18, 2011 - 8:29pm — Bylah

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The gift of the seed (poem)

January 18, 2011 - 3:04am — quadraptor

A deer once
Gave me a seed.
I put it away in an old box,
Not knowing what to do with it.
The seed was thus forgotten.
It lay dormant for a long time.
And all the while I became weary.
Then one day I found it again.
And then I planted the seed,
And soon
A sprout
Appeared.
And then
It became
A great big tree
That nurtured and protected
Me many
Years
On

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apples and bananas

January 17, 2011 - 7:21am — FishBiscuit

DISCLAIMER: This is a parody of BAD FAN FICTION found ELSEWHERE on the Internet written by native English speakers. If you come here and feel attacked, then you are sorely mistaken!

You are welcome to join, or just enjoy reading c:

If you would like to educate yourself as to what sorts of fan fiction will be parodied, here are some links!
"Face the Stange" (terribly written mature content warning)
Forbiden Fruit: the temptation of Edward Cullen
Half Life: Full Life Consequences, What has Tobe Done, and Free Man (these were found out to have been written by a troll)

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She Just Wept 'Til Her Eyes Became Sore...[Lacie; Warning - Suggestive themes]

January 16, 2011 - 2:58am — OokamiAzura

....I knew who she was, but I don't anymore.

Inspired by the combination of these two songs, from Surrender's blog.

There were many things she wanted to confess.

She wanted to confess to feeling alone, even when others sat beside her; she felt like she was trapped in a glass jar, and everyone else was on the outside, playing, living their lives. She'd call to them, reach for them, but she would be ignored, a too old doll tossed aside for something new and exciting.

She wanted to confess to being so jealous, so possessive over certain others; her heart burned when she felt rejected, and she'd often find herself moving away from the source of it - only to sometime return, herself being unable to fully remain cross with anyone she cared about, and if that didn't beat all. She felt like a slave in these times, tied to her master even when she wanted nothing to do with them. She couldn't stand sitting on the sidelines, watching her friends mingle with each other like brothers and sisters, while she had to say on the sidelines for one ridiculous reason or another.

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Purple flowers and fluttering butterflies [RP?]

January 15, 2011 - 5:11am — Bayleen

(I don't care who replies XD Just join in! ^^)

Mariposa woke very early, one forest morning. She had fallen asleep in a patch of purple flowers, where she usually is always found. A butterfly interrupted her slumber as it landed on her cheek.

Mariposa jerked her head up in surprise and saw the butterfly fly away. She looked up and observed the butterflies fluttering all around her with a smile. Mari had always been fascinated how a butterfly could flit through the air, being with the air. Careful not to get in the way of the butterflies' paths, she got to her hooves. There were so many that scattered all around her! So many... Mariposa continued to watch them, getting dizzy from their circles and up-and-down pathways.

Then, Mariposa looked to the sky and was surprised to see that she had woke up oddly early than she normally would. The sun was barely shining through the trees and hills of The Endless Forest. Little flecks of pink and orange sprouted throug the sky, though was still dominated by the remaining shades of light blue.

Mariposa was going to go back to sleep, but decided against it because she was already wide away. With a yawn and a backward glance, the gentle doe trotted away from the purple flowers and the fluttering butterflies that she loved and treasured oh-so dearly.

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