My Children's Book: GloomIt was a bright, sunny morning way up in the sky,The clouds were white and soft, and birds began to fly.One cloud, however, sat alone in sadness and shame.She was grey and puffy, and Gloom was her name."I wish I were useful," said the sad little cloud."While all of the others are so soft and so proud,I have no use, all I ever do is thunder and rain,Oh, being a storm cloud can be such a pain."All of the other clouds would play in the light,While Gloom the storm cloud would rain all night.No one ever came to ask Gloom to play,So she would mope in the sky all day.One day as the sun began to rise,Gloom flew away with hot tears in her eyes.She left that part of the sky above the woods,Gloom was a wreck as she left the clouds for good.No one noticed when Gloom ran away,No one cared until one quiet day,Sunny the cloud as white as snow called"Without Gloom here the rain cannot fall!""The world is sad without little Gloom cloud,The trees and plants that stood tall and proud
The Skunk and the FlowerName: RuneAge: 16.Sex: Female.Species: Skunk.Hair/Fur: Black.Eyes: Red-Brown.Height: 5'4''Weight: 114 lbs.Likes: Gaming, partying, chocolate, flowers, gardening, drawing, singing, strawberry soda.Dislikes: Bullying, sluts, immature beings, spiders, homework, work in general.Hobbies: Drawing, singing, gaming, baking.Personality: Very easy-going, lax, has a very bubbly personality, and friendly.Favourite Colour: Chartreuse.Favourite Food: Sushi.Favourite Activity: Roller Blading.Best Subject (if 6-19): Geometry.Worst Subject (if 6-19): History.Favourite Song: Caledonia.
All I'd Ever WantForget a Halloween wedding, it's too cliche'.I want an August wedding, the leaves turning a fiery orange-red. I want it at night, outside, in a forest grove. Earthen dresses, Celtic music, rainbow lights strung from tree to tree, forming a faerie circle. Barefoot. A tiara of flowers, lots of renaissance-faerie-Celtic stuff. I want a wedding that would be like something in a fantasy movie, not in a horror one. I want a green, leafy dress, something to say "Look, I'm not a stereotype woman, with a plain dress, and a boring wedding". I want lots of Celtic music, lots of natural themes. I want something to represent my very nature-belonging soul.
Battle of the Band Chap 1 part 1/4Everyone has their own place in the band, each instrument with their own sound. Clarinets with their melodious hum, flutes with their chiming whistle, saxophones with their bee-like buzz, trumpets that are echoing with jazz, percussion banging like guns, and trombones with their sliding tunes.What would happen, though, if the band students rebelled? Each instrument claiming they're the best, and going to an all out, in-class war? How would that affect the entire school?"Every good student knows that clarinets are the best instrument," Bambi, a darkhaired sophomore grinned to her friend and sister Kristine."No, you're wrong. Flutes are the best, just listen to our birdlike sounds," Kristine smiled, her blond hair falling perfectly behind her shoulders."You're both wrong, though," a saxophone from behind cleared his throat. "Saxophones are the best.""Psh! Wrong, Curt," Bambi poked his chest."Yeah, flutes are better," Kristine smiled mockingly, causing Bambi to glare playfully at he