Dreamweavers' Guildmistress
14 years ago
Sun Jun 07 2009, 11:13am
Dreamweavers' Guildmistress
Dreamscape Artist
Writing Challenge Eight 31-05-09
Poetry. The challenge is to write one poem that has between twelve and twenty lines. Each line must have the same meter (amount of syllables.) It must be a rhyming poem, so either every two lines or every second line must rhyme.
I love this one, though it was a little tricky. I wrote this poem a few weeks ago, and it almost all fit, thought I had to alter it a bit. I'll put the original below.
Sitting in the bush,
Watching all that pass,
I see the water,
Slowly wetting grass.
Suddenly rain falls,
Giant water drops,
Dripping down my neck,
Right into my socks.
Darting out swiftly,
I can feel the stares,
I don't know my looks,
But I deserve glares.
(an extra stanza)
As the water falls,
I hurry on home;
My hair is tangled
So I start (with) the comb
The original:
Sitting in the bush,
Watching all that pass,
I can see the water,
Slowly wetting grass.
Suddenly the rain falls,
Giant water drops,
Down my neck I feel it,
Right into my socks.
Darting out from my bush,
I can feel the stares,
How I look I don't know,
but I deserve the glares.
Mystic Ward
14 years ago
Mystic Ward
Twentyfamilies Gypsy
lol Arwen. thats cool. I'm not sure about the last line though, 'So I start with the comb' would do it ok.
Mystic Ward
14 years ago
Mystic Ward
Twentyfamilies Gypsy
[act]feeds *dpm* chocca[/act]
Well I have been saying for a while that I was writing an Ode to Obernewtyn.net and today I finally sat down and did it. This is my contribution to the latest challenge. :P I know it has nore than 20 lines but I had to include as much as possible.
Ode to Obernet.
There is a place called Obernet
Where I like to go and play,
I really need to watch it though
Or I would be there all day.
I start in Members Message Board
Spend time at newbie meetings.
Check if there is ‘The Sneding†news
And add to birthday greetings.
Help Guides, Questions, Feedback thread;
Don’t visit very often.
I’m not that good at all that stuff,
I feel like such a boffin.
MO is next then on my list
But really what goes on there,
I can’t be telling that, can I?
So I need to take some care.
The Mystics Cavern, now I go
For our Chocca and a chat.
But unless you are a Mystic
I can’t tell you about that.
So then it’s off to Theories Board
To check the latest posting,
On who did what and who is that?
And do a little boasting.
Movie ideas is next in line
I think this time I’ll skip it.
There’s naught in there that I’ve not seen
So to the next board whip it.
Stone Hill it is and very nice
The pictures and ideas.
They make the Ober world seem real
But time now to change gears.
The Library, that’s the place to go
For serious discussion,
On books and movies, TV shows
You’ll almost get concussion.
Sus Rid is next and Sus Rid Plus,
To check out all the madness.
The zany and the crazy stuff
Will chase away my sadness.
The Dining Hall for fun and games;
Movie hangman that’s the one,
I even win now and again
It’s really so much fun.
The Function Hall is where we go
For Balls and other parties.
The threads in there just make me laugh,
The posts by Ober’s smarties.
Favourite Quotes, I usually miss
As not much goes on in there.
But every now and then I go,
To see what other folk share.
Then Writersmerge is lots of fun;
To check out all the poems.
To add to challenges, as well
As reading all the tomes.
I get down then to Artistsmerge
And I feel like quite the dope
My lack of creativity
Always makes me want to mope.
The Story Den and the Dreambook
For now i will leave them be.
‘Cause I’ve no time to linger here
I should be cooking my tea.
But, Oh, just look at how much more
There is here to see and do!
Gallery, Bookshelf, Fanfic
Encyclopaedia too.
So I think I’ll hang around here
To participate and play.
And worry about the housework,
Food and stuff some other day.
Pretty ordinary verse but not bad considering i wrote all but the first two verses in twenty minutes. :P
Ashling Guildmistress
14 years ago
Ashling Guildmistress
Mage
Haha I love it Deb! It sums up Obernet so well :D and I feel like I'm going through the boards with you :D
Dreamweavers' Guildmistress
14 years ago
Dreamweavers' Guildmistress
Dreamscape Artist
Writing Challenge Nine
[act]A loud knock sounds from the front door[/act]
Arwen: I wonder who it could be... [act]opens door[/act]
[act]There's no one to be seen[/act]
Arwen: o_O Oh well. [act]goes back to reading[/act]
[act]A loud knock sounds from the front door again[/act]
Arwen: [act]sighs and goes to the door again[/act] Who is it?
[act]No one's there again[/act]
Arwen: [act]goes and sits again and stares at opposite chair[/act] 8-|
Dinaria: ;D [act]has a device of some sort[/act] Hi! [act]pushes red button and a loud knock comes from the front door[/act]
Arwen: :| Hi. Um, how can I help you?
Dinaria: I'm fine, I just wanted to have a chance to look at your book :D
Arwen: You could've asked.
Dinaria: But that wuldn't have been half as fun!
Arwen: Here, have a read if you want [act]passes over her book[/act]
Dinaria: ;D Thanks! [act]starts reading[/act]
Arwen: Do you want some chocca?
Dinaria: That'd be great!
Arwen: ::) [act]exit[/act]
Dreamweavers' Guildmistress
14 years ago
Dreamweavers' Guildmistress
Dreamscape Artist
Thanks Deb ;D
Writing Challenge Ten (2/7/09)
Attempt to write a song about a bowl of fruit.
Here we have the sweet young lad,
Whose name he says is Apple.
Beside him sits a plump heart-
No, it's Strawberry.
Long and yellow is the mayor,
Or so Banana claims.
Rather Pineapple seems the one,
Who's right to be king.
Brown and broad in which they sit,
Round and fat for you to eat.
All colours of the rainbow,
Flavours beyond imagination.
The pear is green- he's feeling sick,
The Mango's speckled with dots,
While buried beneath Orange resides,
Sitting with Lemon.
Brown and broad in which they sit,
Round and fat for you to eat.
All colours of the rainbow,
Flavours beyond imagination.
Who is this I may ask?
Tomato you are indeed;
Round and red, you are a fruit,
Welcome to our Bowl!
Mystic Ward
14 years ago
Mystic Ward
Twentyfamilies Gypsy
lol, thats cute too. Great job Arwen
Dreamweavers' Guildmistress
14 years ago
Dreamweavers' Guildmistress
Dreamscape Artist
This one really didn't turn out like I hoped it would, but I figured I'd post it anyway, though I may come back withone the's a bit better :-/
Writing Challenge Eleven (13-08-09)
Write a short fairytale for young children
Have Fun.
Once upon a time, is the beginning of all traditional fairytales. But this isn’t traditional so we’ll begin instead with…
… Wish upon a star. In times long ago, there lived a young couple who were deeply in love. They had lived together for only a short time and yet to them it seemed forever. And it could well have been, and perhaps still is forever. For on dark night, the sky clear and full of bright stars, the lady, Kyllene, watched as a shooting star fell out of the sky, falling beyond her sight. And she made a wish as you do, upon the falling star. She wished for the chance to spend eternity with her true love and when the time came that she met him and married him, they lived outside of time, or as some would call it: forever. Rumours were built up upon them and their lives about them being witches, and yet they did not respond to the jeers of mortals. Until there came a time when they grew weary of their lone life and spent the night under the stars, determined to see a falling star and wish upon it. When at last they did, they each made a wish: one for the chance to age and die old, the other for their time to be up upon the earth. Immediately their wishes were put into action, though the one who wished to die old did not get the opportunity for the other’s wish came true first and together they passed on. And at that same moment yet another couple made a wish for eternity together, and the cycle continued. Love ruled in the hearts of those that made their wishes for love and they lived happily under the stars for as long as they desired their eternity to last. Or as traditional fairytales would say, they lived happily ever after…
Dreamweavers' Guildmistress
14 years ago
Dreamweavers' Guildmistress
Dreamscape Artist
Okay, I'm back with Writing Challenge Twelve. Thanks for the challenge Deb ;D I decided to write a poem and a short story :D
Shiny.
It glints in the light.
Soft.
How can I describe it?
Colourful.
How many colours do you see?
Never-ending.
Where’s the end of the rainbow?
Smooth.
Like that of a soft feather.
Why?
Why not?
What?
What came to mind?
Nothing.
Why nothing?
It’s indescribable.
“Touch it.†It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. Hesitantly she reached out and touched it.
“It’s soft.†She was mesmerised by the way it glinted in the light. He smiled at her wistful expression. “And colourful,†she murmured.
“How many colours do you see?†He was testing her.
“How many are in the rainbow?†she shot back. He stood back, satisfied with her response. “Where does it end?â€
“Where does the horizon end?â€
“It’s smooth. Why?â€
“How’s it smooth?â€
“It feels like a soft feather, silky. So why?â€
“Why not?â€
She shrugged her shoulders. He made a good point, even if it was vague.
“What is it?†She knew it was pointless to ask. He wouldn’t give her the answer.
“What came to mind?†He seemed amused by her questions.
“Nothing,†she answered simply.
“Why nothing?†He seemed genuinely intrigued by her answer this time.
“It’s indescribable.†He nodded his head in satisfaction. Indescribable was the word.
13 years ago
Sun Apr 25 2010, 11:01pm
Writing Challenge Thirteen. 11-04-10
The new writing challenge is a short story containing the following:
A square shape
A red balloon
Three yellow monkeys
A block of chocolate and
A shovel.
The sun shone brightly as Mary pushed her way through a large crowd of bustling people. There was no way it was possible. Was there? No. How could it be? These frantic thoughts whizzed through her head as Mary hastily made her way though the busy market.
Then suddenly, she stopped in astonishment. It WAS possible! in front of her was a large stall with a square shape bench with three yellow monkeys sitting atop it. YELLOW monkeys.
Mary giggled as she noticed what each of them was holding. The first was rather small and held a block of chocolate. The second was holding a piece of long string with a red balloon on the end of it. The third was, for some odd reason, holding a shovel. The crowd around the stall was laughing at these strange monkeys.
Mary stared in amazement. She had absolutely no idea how the monkeys had come to be yellow, but a few minutes ago, she hadn't believed it to be possible. Yet here they were. Each holding something strange. After this odd show had been held at her local market, Mary began to believe that anything indeed was possible.
Mystic Ward
13 years ago
Mystic Ward
Twentyfamilies Gypsy
Well done Arwen and Keira. I love the responses.
Deb, just read your poem-it was great. Sums up obernet really well :)
Wanderer Ward
13 years ago
Tue Nov 09 2010, 02:18pm
Wanderer Ward
Dreamscape Artist
As I'm now kind of on holidays, I thought I'd catch up on some writing challenges :D
Challenge 8 - 31/5/09
The summer sun beat down with fury,
Blazing angrily into the stream,
Its golden beams of lancing strength
Searing away a winter dream.
A dragon lizard with gaping maw
Sat gallantly on a rock.
A Kingfisher perched overhead,
No doubt would be a shock.
Rustling wings of azure sheen,
Preparing for the dive.
A shadow passed over the dragon,
And glancing upwards remained alive.
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The meter's all wrong, but I thought I'd post it anyway ~:|
Wanderer Ward
13 years ago
Wanderer Ward
Dreamscape Artist
Writing Challenge 14 – 7/10/2010
Write a story about an inanimate object you would find in your bedroom. It could be anything from a hairbrush to a shoe. Write about what they do in their day!
The majority of the desk in the bright yellow sunshine room was cluttered with loose papers and notebooks. Several of these were hanging precariously over the edge of the desk, as though contemplating the one foot drop down to the purple bed covers below. Two sides of the desk were pushed up against the glowing wall which was partially obscured by the various leafy plants bordering the desktop. A collection of small wooden owls sat contentedly in the corner of the indoor nature corridor, a small distance from a glistening ornamental tree.
The tree was less than five centimetres tall and sat daintily on the desk. A twisted gold wire trunk was anchored in a glue and amethyst base, and branching upwards, the trunk split and twisted into thin branches ending in amethyst leaves. A small brown paper tag, detached from the branches of the tree, trailed a thin piece of thread. “Enhances creative thinking, healing and relaxation†read the curling script on the tag.
The ornamental tree shook its branches as a breeze curled around the room, carrying the heady scent of eucalypt from outside. Unable to see, but using its metal and stone arms to feel the vibrations in the air, the little tree lifted its leaves and flexed its molten roots as it sensed someone enter the room. Immediately it began emanating thoughts – “Be creative!†Tensing its branches in determination, the tree sent out another though – “Relax! Stop being so tense!â€
The tree felt the presence sit down at the desk and was moved slightly as papers were rearranged. It continued frantically sending out thoughts, hoping that they were having a positive effect on the person sitting nearby. Eventually rising once more, the person left the room, leaving additional papers scattered over the already cluttered desk. The golden branches of the ornamental tree drooped and fell; the delicate trails of thought retreating back into the stone leaves.
For the rest of the day, the cycle repeated itself – as soon as anyone entered the room, the tree lifted its branches in hope, drooping once more once the room was empty. Watched over by the parliament of carved owls, the wellbeing tree tried valiantly to enhance the creativity of the person responsible for the mess of paper on the desk, but the oldest owl, sculpted of dark green leaf shaped metal, had doubts. Judging from the amount of sighing going on, the tree had a way to go releasing creative thoughts.
Wanderer Ward
13 years ago
Wanderer Ward
Dreamscape Artist
Writing Challenge 12 – 21/3/09
This is the one with the picture. I chose to do a short story.
Nina sighed as she entered her bedroom, aching limbs robotically carrying her across the softly lit room. Reaching the shuttered doors that made up the entire eastern wall, Nina unrolled her bed mat and slid open the doors allowing delicate beams of twilight to caress the far walls of the room. A small chirrup sounded from a back corner of the room as a starling jumped from perch to perch, cocking its star-dusted head from side to side. Nina spared it a glance before settling down on her mat, back to the caged starling; face towards the quiet garden that was visible from the unshuttered doors.
Nina rested her head on her upper arm, her lashes brushing pale skin with every shift of her eye. She directed her dark gaze out into the garden, and let the soothing greenery calm her. Ferns swayed gently beside a small crescent moon shaped pond, its water rippling as the trailing leaves dipped beneath the surface. Moss covered stones formed a soft mound, pale seeded heads curling and resting above the smooth darker carpet. A thin stream of clear water gurgled happily into the pond; its cheery chuckle mingled with metallic twangs as the confined starling clung to the bars of its cage.
Nina sat up suddenly, pupils focussing beyond the stilted bending trunks of the bamboo grove rooted beyond the moon pond. A flash of colour to her left stole her attention as a brilliantly feathered bird lighted upon the mossy tussock. Orange, red and yellow feathers – an explosion of sunrise shades – the bird stretched its wings, flexing until the bright azure and turquoise tones usually hidden were exposed. Even in the twilight, the bird shone. Nina shifted, twisting her body into a more comfortable position. The bird tilted its head in response, its deep green gold flecked eyes regarding Nina. Its stare made her uneasy. Never before had she been subjected to a look of such indifference.
A harsh agonised shriek shocked Nina from her trance. The stunning bird in the garden grew as it stretched its neck and became rigid, and the echoing metallic rings created by the starling in the cage increased their intensity. Nina turned to regard the trapped bird, and for the first time saw the pain and isolation shining in its eyes. The starling opened its dark beak revealing an orange tongue, a colour forcefully expressed in another pained scream. Nina felt herself moving, watched the bird as she felt her body approach the cage. She saw a pale hand reach out, a hand that could only be her own, yet she could not feel. Her body seemed to be asleep; a light tingle filled her limbs as she watched her fingers unhook the latch on the cage door. The starling froze; another wail broke off as the door of its prison swung free.
The starling shot out of the cage, the wind of its passage rustling the loose wisps of hair floating around Nina’s surprised face. The black flash of a bird disappeared out into the garden, its slight body flitting between bamboo trunks before vanishing into the twilight. Nina turned too late, and saw a golden feathered tail whisk out of sight, a pure-throated trill dropping through the garden air.
Dreamweavers' Guilden
13 years ago
Dreamweavers' Guilden
Rebel
Their great Kaede!!! I especially like the one about the tree, it was an interesting way to do the challenge! :)