Fluffy Cookies

Question of the day: Crunchy Peanut Butter or Creamy Peanut Butter?

I am writing a story of my own if anyone wishes to check it out. Feel free to comment under the chapters. I will be posting them individually.

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A Posting of Poems Part 9:

#32:

The Weight of Us is
on repeat for an hour
Sad but very good

#33:

Rain falls from the sky
All day starting Wednesday morn
Gray and sad today.



#34:

Gray sky and bike ride
Nine o’clock early morning
Time to get to work

#35:

The rain may fall and
The wind may blow but there still be
Many miles to go

(From Hey Ho to the Bottle I Go by Howard shore)

#36:

Warm Sunday morning
Salmon for a good dinner
A very good sleep

#37:

Sunny Monday morn
Babysitting my nephews
3 is quite enough


#38:

Roxie is my dog
Her full name is Roxie Roo
She is very cute

#39:

Drew a picture for
The garbage picker-uppers
I hope they like them

#40:

Sunny and rainy
Kind of a cool-looking day
And morning bike ride

#41:

Very sunny day
Food to collect at bus stop
I am very tired

#42:

Last poem of month
I wish to do a lot more
But only next year

A Posting of Poems Part 8:

#21:

Building a greenhouse
Leveling and adding sand
It will be so cool

#22:

Today is Easter
Candy, eggs, and a big feast
Many dishes washed

#23:

Morning is sunny
Afternoon is very warm
Shorts weather today


#24:

Time to work all day
On our greenhouse and homework
Sleep comes after this

#25:

Practicing my flute
In Dreams from Lord of the Rings
I’m not great quite yet


#26:

School work to do all
day today, tiring things
And little free time

#27:

Merry and Pippin
Samwise Gamgee and Frodo
Favorite Hobbits

#28:

Playing a theme for my sister
The Hedwig’s Theme for Angie
I’m getting better


#29:

Crocheting a scarf
With white yarn, it will be long
Mess up and then done

#30:

Building a greenhouse
Have to get it done today
It looks very good


#31:

Look outside, gray clouds
No rain, but sort of chilly
The weather changes

A Posting of Poems Part 7:

#11:

Green trees around me
Blue skies, white clouds, and bright sun
So beautiful now


#12:

Things change over time
Like the sky and the weather
Things like you and I

#13:

Yelling and yelling
Never stopping for a breath
Finally, it stops


#14:

Close your big, round eyes
Listen to the sound of wind
Take a long, deep breath


#15:

Sitting in the woods
Sunny, grassy forest floor
Relaxing and warm


#16:

Looking up at the
Blue sky and silver-lined clouds
Eyes lose and I rest



#17:

It rains and it pours
Puddles form in the driveway
My bored face looks out

#18:

Waking from deep sleep
Sun shining through my window
Beautiful morning

#19:

Sleeping deep, dreaming
My head's under water and
Yet I’m breathing fine


#20:

Screaming and crying
My dog’s eyelid was stuck on
The other’s collar

Okay, I wrote this song for my mother. I call it Keep On Walkin'. I wrote it in like 25 minutes last night and it sounds pretty good. Tell me what you think of it!

A Posting of Poems Part 5:

The Dark Night:

The darkness fell
Like a black velvet veil
The dire wolf calls
And now begins my tale

Stuck between worlds
No one can hear me cry
My whole body curled
The least I did was try

The darkness was black
Near as pitch
You couldn’t see a crack
Not even a stitch

But something peered out
With white glowing eyes
Something with a wolf’s snout
But too great in size

It snarled but I sneered
It’s softened gaze I caught
It flinched as pain seared
For help is what in sought

I bandaged its right injured paw
It was cut from a metal net
This is the creature I saw
Before the sun had set

When the night turns
I hope we can be friends
For a companion is what it yearns
Until time itself forever ends

So when dawn goes down
Finally to day
Forever in this sound
I shall always stay

A Posting of Poems part 4:

Love:
If I have to be honest
Love to me is too disposable.
He said he had promised
But it wasn’t unconditional.
I had to be strong
Throughout the whole thing.
What could go wrong
If it came down to a ring?

Lily
by Dr. E. Bloodlust
Character Profile 2

Name: Finn Stewart Walker
Gender: Male
Age: 17

Notes: He has a scorpion tail that has a paralyzing venom that will last 2 hours. Sometimes he cannot control it. Other than that he's harmless.

Lily
by Dr. E. Bloodlust
Character Profile 1

Name: Eliv Carson Rightenger
Gender: Female
Age: 17

Notes: She can control minds, but only if she has physical contact with another person.

A Posting of Poems Part 3

Child of Mine:

Child of mine
Student of Time
Loved by all
Until thine’s fall.
Child of Time
Loved by thine
Soul will shine
Love of mine.

A Posting of Short Stories Part 7

Hello, Princess (VIII) p2:​

“If I let you slip, or couldn’t catch you, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.” My brows furrowed in confusion when Gally said this. My mind swam, diverting my attention from trying to hang on. But with a sudden lurch of the machete, I was snapped from my thoughts. Fear gripped my heart and soul with cold calloused hands.
“Five seconds,” I say, so he knew to be ready. “One… Two… Three… Four… Five!” My fear was gone and I let go of the blade’s handle. I closed my eyes and waited for the impact of the ground. It didn’t come. Instead, a hand caught my wrist, causing me to open my eyes and see again.
“Hello, Princess,” Gally greets. I look up to him and actually smile…

A Posting of Short Stories Part 6

Hello, Princess (VIII) p1:​

I look up at the stone wall as I stand at the base. My right hand held a machete at my side as I planned on how to get to the top. The ivy doesn’t go all the way up, which was a problem. I set the blade between my teeth and took hold of the greenery. I’ll show Gally.
A bit more than half-way the ivy had reached its maximum height. I mentally cursed at the wall for being so high before I gripped some holes in the stone above the ivy. There were only a few handholds. I had to think fast. The greenery was breaking from the barrier. Seconds was what I had.
“Marie, what are you doing?” I heard Winston yell. I took the machete from my mouth as the ivy gave another lurch. My ears caught the sound of running Gladers coming to see what was happening. I jammed the blade into a crack in the wall when the ivy suddenly dropped from under my feet. The boys gasp. I hung there, right hand clutching the handle of the machete. My heart was racing faster than it had when I was on the ground.
“Marie, get down from there!” Newt orders. I squeeze my eyes shut. I can’t move, I thought, and my hand is slipping.
“I can’t!” I yell. “There’s nothing but this machete to hang on to and I’m slipping!” I heard the word ‘ladder’ enter and exit the nervous chatter among the Gladers. Oh no, I say to myself, Gally will humiliate me. My eyes were still shut as it was set up next to me. Well, more like way below me and to the right.
“Marie, let go,” it was Gally, Keeper of the Builders, the one person that doesn’t like me very much. “Let go and I’ll catch you.”
“What if you don’t?” I ask. He hesitates to answer me. I look down at him. His normally stern expression was soft and worried. Why should he be scared for me? Gally could care less.

A Posting of Short Stories Part 5

Her & Him ( VIII):​

His face was battered and swollen, barely recognizable. His body, colder than ice, was going through rigamortis, stiff to the point of being immovable. He lay in a large puddle of blood. She stood feet away.
The lights of the cop cars and ambulances faded , along with the caution tape. There was nothing else there but her and him, and the puddle of blood he lay in. This had been murder.
“Who did this?” She asked aloud in a panic. Who indeed! It had just been her and him, and the traffic behind them. It was night, black as pitch --almost--, and cold. Something heavy was picked up and it was lights out for them both -- possibly--. That's how his face got that way: Battered and swollen, barely recognizable. It was only her and him in the alley, seeing nothing but blackness. Then something sharp was taken in hand to make him bleed. But not her. Maybe they didn’t want to hurt her -- possibly--. Though it was just her and him together, no one was around.
She looks down at her feet, finding a bloody two-by-four laying crookedly on the ground. She looks at her hands, seeing the switchblade and fingers covered in blood.
All she saw before the cuffs were on, was her and him, and the knife in her hand. All she saw before her demise, was her and him, and the puddle of blood he lay in.

A Posting of Short Stories Part 4

Death Remains Efficient and Majorly Severe ( VI):​

His hand was not only ice cold, but still and motionless. I felt no movement of the blood in his veins, nor a pulse in his wrist. His eyes were glazed over like Krispy Kreme original glazed donuts he used to bring home every Wednesday. Now, it only made me sick to my stomach. My breathing grew heavy, as if I had just run a marathon. Tears threatened to plummet down my cheeks. I could already feel the first stage of grief cloud my mind. The denial was setting in.
“No,” I whispered. It was the one word almost everyone speaks when someone they care about perishes. Not the one, two-syllable, seven-letter word that I will later regret not uttering to him as he crossed over. Now sobbing, I sank to the floor, denial confusing me. I felt weak. But that’s just what I am: A weak, small, invalid girl who can’t stand up for herself. He was gone…

It ( VII):​

Its eyes were twin cracked pits of endless nothingness pulling you deep, deeper, and deeper still until there's nothing left with you on the outside world. What drained from its mouth was the consistency of blood and the color darker than the blackest of ink. The veins in its face, neck and body bulged darkening past the point where you never thought it could get darker. The clothes it wore were stained from the substance and torn from unknown injuries. Its hair was dark, straight and brown, matted with blood.
The figure stood there, arms hanging at its sides, staring right into my eyes - into my soul. No one else could see it. No one but me.
Something was going to happen.
Something always does when I see this figure.
I stared right back, almost unfazed by its drawing eyes. My heartbeat quickened. I didn’t move. I couldn’t…

A Posting of Short Stories Part 3

Poison Control ( III):​

It burned as it went down. The acid-cyanide mix. There were tears in my eyes as it continued to roll down my throat. I couldn’t stop. I wanted to die. JUST LET ME DIE!
“Dawn?! What are you doing?!” My father shouted. I gulped down the rest of the glass. Nothing happened. Nothing. I began to cry more while I dropped to my knees.
“Why didn’t it work?” I question in a quiet voice. “Why won’t it work?” He cradled me in his arms, hushing me as my sobs grew more shaky…

The Newest Shortest Short Story IN THE WORLD! ( IV):​

Stop. Wait. Go.

Don’t Look Back ( V):​

He ran. Away from the fire. Away from all he knew. With him, a friend. Someone who pulled him away from the danger. Who protected him when he couldn’t protect himself.
A girl. Small, but mighty. Her eyes were bluer than the blue sky in the middle of June, and hair more golden than the necklace on her collarbone. She didn’t speak. She didn’t utter a word. Her face was concentrated ahead of her.
They didn’t stop until they were deep into the woods. It was dark. But they could see the stars above. He looked toward the way they came from. But she placed a hand on his cheek to make him look at her instead. Her blue eyes shimmered with the moonlight and it seemed like they glowed.
“Don’t look back,” she spoke. He was taken aback when he heard her voice. It sounded like an angel’s voice. Like a beautiful hymn. She had never spoken to him before, nor ever since he knew her.
“Okay,” he whispered, nodding his head…

A Posting of Short Stories Part 2

Petals and Thorns ( II):​

She couldn’t hear. She didn’t see. She wasn’t in control.
“Evy? Evy, talk to me!” Harris called out to her. Evelyn did no such thing. Her eyes were completely white, as if they had rolled back into her head. Her hair was matted like it hasn’t been brushed in weeks. How could someone so beautiful, so kind, become so scary and evil?
“She won’t come back,” a dark figure, in the corner, told him. “Not unless you die!” With a maniacal laugh from the being, Evelyn lunged at her best friend, knife in hand. Harris dodged this and rolled away. Again, she lashed out with the blade. But this time, she caught him in between the lungs. Her smile was menacing as she stuck the knife further into his flesh. Blood was already seeping on his white shirt and coming up his throat. The figure disappears.
Evelyn twists the blade with no effort whatsoever. Normally, she wouldn’t be able to do something like this. But the influence of the being made her stronger. Harris screams. Somehow, the scream brought Evelyn back to reality. Her eyes became colored once again and they began to tear up.
“Harris?” She squeaked out. “Harris?!” He only sputtered as she caught him in her arms. They sank to the floor. “No, no, no, no, no! Don’t close your eyes!”
“Evy…” he trailed off.
“I-I’m so s-sorry I-I-” she was cut off.
“I kn-know… N-Not y-your fault.” His smile was a ghost on his face as his life drifted away…

A Posting of Short Stories Part 1

Monster ( I):​

He looked at me like I was something to eat. Like I was a piece of cake, sitting there. Waiting. He had blacker than black hair, dark-red eyes, and skin so pale, it was almost paper-white. I shifted in my seat uncomfortably, stealing nervous glances at him. I could feel my eyes tear up a little. He scoots closer to me until I can feel his breath on my neck.
“Hello, darling,” he spoke, voice raspy, in a near whisper. I felt myself cringe. He raises a hand to my cheek, nails like claws against my perfect face. His tongue whips out like a snake, grazing my ear and causing me to shiver. The tears finally rolled down my cheeks as the black saliva dripped. I couldn’t speak. I only whimpered in terror. “Oh, don’t cry. You will only suffer for eternity.” Eternity? Was there no end to this? This made me squirm to get out of his grip. But I couldn’t escape. I couldn’t move. It was as if I were wrapped in slimy, disgusting cords. I was helpless…

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A Posting of Poems Part 2

Ideas:

We have ideas.
They are good ones.
They are bad ones.
They are thoughts.
I think about many things from us:
Stories;
Emotions;
People;
More stories.
Even the ideas are things you come up with upon a shuttle bus.
Things that are opinions.
Things that are facts.
They can be small or tall.
But most of all,
Things that belong to you.
And I respect that.
I don’t Copywrite.
Neither do you.
I don’t plagiarize.
It’s not very wise.
They are yours.
They are mine.
They are ideas.

The Art of My Mind:
Lots of things on my mind that I can just type down. But if I do, there’s always a chance someone will read my thoughts, and get ideas about me. I don’t want that. So, I just turn my thoughts into a story. A story where I can do whatever I want. Where people don’t know what I’m thinking about. What Is going on in my head. It’s all going to be in the head of the character I make up. In the head of Snow-Marie. In the mind of Eloise. The life of Emma Fynch. Or even the thoughts of Pandora. My thoughts are their thoughts. But the readers don’t know that. It is only the ideas of the characters. Now you know how I am...

A Posting of Poems Part 1

Goodbye (In which I wrote in 8th grade for my dear Grandfather):

I don't get what people see when they look over the rainbow.
Where are those blue birds that soar so high?
Those audacious blue birds in that sunny, cloudless, blue sky?

I don't know.

But all I can see right now are the darkened clouds hanging over my head.
And the rain is just pouring down on me.

Then I think: What's the point of those rainbows when you're not around?

You know, it seems like yesterday when you tried to take my nose.
And you'd laugh and tell us jokes like you always did.

Yet, it also seems like yesterday when our mom, your daughter, rushed us to the hospital.
And you left this world in a room not too far away, not even an hour later.

We cried for you.

I cried mostly because I didn't get to tell you that word everyone dreads when parting reluctantly.
The one word I never hoped to say one day alone.
I'm sorry, Grandpa, I never got the chance to tell you, to say to you, that sorrowful word: "Goodbye."

Ode to Summer (A Sonnet):

I like the summer season very well.
The coy come up to eat in our pretty pond.
The fresh-cut grass is a pleasant smell.
The warm summer heat I am quite fond.
Birds chirp loudly in the forest’s trees.
And when it’s hot, I swim in a lake.
Or in Hawaii, in the great seas.
And at a barbeque, I eat steak.
In the sky, I see the shining sun.
I throw into the river, some rocks.
I love the summer, it’s so much fun.
But I dare not wish for chicken-pox.
Every year, I collect a shell.
Every year, before the leaves fell.

Time:

Things change over time
Like the sky and the weather
Things like you and I

I JUST POSTED A NEW RP IS ANYONE WANTS TO JOIN!!!
It's the QftIM thing. lol I love that story.