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ZexionKingdomHeart
Thought Provoker
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Joined 11th June 2013
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Poetry Contest

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Think of a memorable quote from a book, show or movie, remove it entirely from its original context, streamline/improve it, and then write a story around it using a completely different plot, and completely different characters.

2 weeks.
No collabs.
2 entries per person.
Be creative and have fun!

gardenlover
Fire of Insight
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Joined 19th Aug 2012
Forum Posts: 625

Quote: No one is ever too old to do a foolish thing." J. Sheridan Le Fanu

When he was a callow youth
He drove his parents to distraction
The foolish things that he did
Made him the centre of attraction

He tried to swim the channel
And climb the highest peak
And when he talked about them
The audience would laugh and shriek

It was not that he was a success
At his various adventures
But that had the gift of the gab
When describing them in lectures

His parents sighed at his exploits
And hoped that he would change
Said that one day he would grow up
A notion he felt strange

He continued thus for all his life
His actions more bizarre
When he returned he wrote a book
And became a talk show star


He was over ninety when asked
Was this  his final fling
To this he reminded us of the quote
''No one is ever too old to do a foolish thing."

Page_Writer
Mad Girl
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Joined 25th Nov 2011
Forum Posts: 183

Vow of Silence

[font=Times New Roman]"The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence." - Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar


Silence.
A pin dropping on the floor.
The snow falling outside of my window.
The cold December air,
drawing in from the cracks in the glass.
I am alone in this world.
This sorrow filled nutshell that I have called my life.
The silence is getting louder.
It's harmmering in my ears.
Along with the rush of blood.
Pounding of my heart.
It's final beats.
That sick twisted sound it makes.
Reminding me that I am still alive (for now).
It is cold outside.
And inside is no better.
A snowstorm has piled up onto my heart,
locking my soul beaneath a sheet of black ice.
Thick and hollow, broken and lonely.
The silence is getting to me.
Drip drop goes the sink in the kitchen.
A leaky pipe I will never fix.
Tick, tock goes the clock.
Reminding me that time is running out.
Even if I have no where to go.
I am late getting there.
Chills run up my spine.
The silence is closing in.
Tick, tock.
Drip, drop.
Water running.
Snow falling.
Heart pounding.
Hands shaking.
Heart breaking.
Too late.
Too far.
Good-bye.

Church bells.
Iron gates.
Can't escape.
Too late.
I have sealed my fate.

In silence.
Alone.
This silence breaks me open like an egg on the sidewalk.
Revealing the true spongy underbelly that is the depression.
The depression that has taken hold of my heart and soul.
Driving me insane.
Driving me mad.
Driving me to the end.

The silence depressed me so bad.

For it wasn't the silence of silence.
It was the silence of uncertainty.
The silence of etenity.
The silence of butterflies in my stomach.
And tears running down my face.
Keep walking forward.
Don't look up.
If you look up, it's real.
But here I am.
All in white.
Silence surrounds me.
A question looms ahead.
And I wanted to fold back inside of myself.
Inside of the silence.
The silence that is myself.
Because this is the one time that my voice cannot get lost.
The one time that I must be heard.
Not hide behind someone else (as I often have tried).
No one else can speak for me now.
These words must be own.
But the silence is so tempting.
Because the silence is understanding.

It's my dance with devil.
It's my taste of the darkness.
It's the vice I can let go of (just yet).
It is my own silence (that I must break).

A reassuring squeeze of the hand.
Eyes closed (all is dead).
Eyes open (all is born again).
But you are real (not inside of my head).
And the silence must be broken.
For us.
For you.
For me.
I must open my mouth and speak.

Two words.
Two words.
Two beautiful words.
That show that I can be brave.
That I can be strong.
Scars have healed.
Tears have dried.
My heart swells.
And time has stopped tonight.
I part my lips.
Taste the air.
Breaking the seal, of my tomb.
And break from my silence, I say:

"I do."[/font]

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