SOME WORDS AND THERE MEANINGS
The Golden Race- Golden Race is a race to the Dream Star.
Dream Star- The Dream Star is a magical light that can grant any wish or dream all you have to do is touch it.
The Heart Festival- The Heart Festival is the day when the pick the three names out of the jar to go into the race.
Unica- A place (country) were the people and creatures are ruled by a President. The President desides what you do when you do it and how you do it. There is no freedom.
Hangor- Hangor is the Capital of Unica.
Ulla- Ulla is part of Unica. It is the poorest part and it was boomed because there people didn't follow the Capital's rules. But people still life there.
Frazic- Frazic is also part of Unica. Frazic is mainly on fire that's why most people call it the Fire Kingdom the people there life under ever hot tempter's.
Alamor- This is also part of Unica but it's against Hangor and the President.
Only one dream will come true in the end...This is your only chance to get what you always wanted. The thing you wound die to get risk your life and the ones around you life's. Wound do anything for that shot to get the golden star...how it glimmers in the light it's saying come get me take me I'm your savor....Your hope. The thing that will save you from these dark days of murder and death. All you want is a chance. But only three get the chance to go in to the race. The race to find the golden star. But the thing is so people have tried to get the star but none have. It's impossible they say only the stupid put there name in the jar. But what if you had nothing left and this was your only way out because you had nothing left to lose. Many people will die many people will suffer but remember darling it's your fault that there gone because you didn't follow the rules but what ever that's what you decided. But one thing before you go...My all your dreams come true. Because this is all you got, there's nothing left. Now go you've got a race to win sweetheart.
Chapter One- The Heart Festival
.: Ulla :.
People call today the day of promise, because this is there one chance at freedom and hope. But where I am there is no hope. We don't talk about it here people don't even know that we still life. That we life in ash and brunt dreams, dreams of freedom from the Capital. So I sit in my tadered bed hoping that one day my wish will come true but all I can do is listen to the music of hope play over and over in my head.
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She ran her fingers though her silk dress that seemed to make her fell like she weighed nothing, witch at this point she most likely didn’t. Then a dark yet friendly voice got her focus back into line.
“Hello there nice having you on stage to talk!”
“Umm yes it- is?” Her small and confused voice said.
“Well we’re all wondering, What do you think the Golden Race is about sweetheart?” The voice said as the crowd began to cheer.
“Well...I believe it’s...just lost hope. A wish that will never come true. A dream with no real happy ever after end. This race just for laughs. I don’t believe in the Dream Star no one does only the foolish do. It’s just for the Hangor and the President it’s just a game.”
.: In Hangor :.
On this day all I can think about is death. Murder. And A Wish. All I want is for my Kingdom two be in the light no longer in the dark. I want there two be happy faces not tears. I want love not war, like the one outside my window. They want freedom well I want it to. I'm the President's daugter but I want hope and freedom for my kingdom I want them to be free also but want can I do I'm only 15.
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She sit there with her head up tall like nothing can hurt but in the inside she’s dieing and hoping that she doesn’t mess up. She see the man’s nice warm face.
“ So Princess are you scared about going into the race?” He asked as the crowd quite down.
“No. This is my chance to show my kingdom that I’m not weak. Or scared to fight. I’m willing to take the chance for freedom.” She smile’s here perfectly white teeth but if you ready new her her smile was fake.
.: Frazic :.
The music keeps on playing over and over in her confused head. The lyrics making her go mad. "Dreams are Dreams and yours can come true if you believe that they can. If your a dreamer a wisher or hoper or even a prayer listen close. If just put your name in the jar and if you have your luck with you maybe just maybe you'll get a chance to grab the Dream Star." She plugged her eyes at the words and whispered to herself. "Dreams are Dreams but they'll never come true."
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She sat there her hands down by her side and her pin on her chest for the world to see.
“So Why did you put your name in that jar?” The man asked with a smile.
“It’s a long story.” She said not really wanting to talk about it.
“Well we have time.” He said looking at the crowd for some help.
“Okay it all started....”
She got as fast as she could as soon as the door open down stairs. She grabbed her black coat that seemed to match every thing outside from the fires. She put on her fathers belt, It was one of things that survived the last fire of there old house. She’s lived in five house in her life all ready and she’s only 15. Her father died when he was in a battle for freedom her family was or in her mind still is, against the against Hangor and the President. She makes shore before she leave’s to grab her badge. It’s a vinyl pin with big black letters, she puts it right her chest. That pin lets every no that she’s not afraid to fight for freedom. Her mother doesn’t like that she wears it but at the same time she’s proud. The pin says, “Let fire burn my city to ash, but it will never burn me.”
She slowly makes her way down the hall. She takes out her small gun that was in her belt and reloads it, and keeps moving. She makes it to the stairs if that’s what you want to called them. There’s only 7 steps, Witch she counts every morning as makes her way to the kitchen. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. She held the gun close to her chest and pecked over the edge and saw two men in black in front of her mother. She keep’s her senses on high because if one of those men ever touch her mother she would shot them. Died. And she wouldn’t fell anything like normal, even when her dad died she felt nothing. Because she always said “Only the weak cry.” The only thing she meant fell if she killed them would be happiness that they were two people less to kill...
The Golden Race- Golden Race is a race to the Dream Star.
Dream Star- The Dream Star is a magical light that can grant any wish or dream all you have to do is touch it.
The Heart Festival- The Heart Festival is the day when the pick the three names out of the jar to go into the race.
Unica- A place (country) were the people and creatures are ruled by a President. The President desides what you do when you do it and how you do it. There is no freedom.
Hangor- Hangor is the Capital of Unica.
Ulla- Ulla is part of Unica. It is the poorest part and it was boomed because there people didn't follow the Capital's rules. But people still life there.
Frazic- Frazic is also part of Unica. Frazic is mainly on fire that's why most people call it the Fire Kingdom the people there life under ever hot tempter's.
Alamor- This is also part of Unica but it's against Hangor and the President.
Only one dream will come true in the end...This is your only chance to get what you always wanted. The thing you wound die to get risk your life and the ones around you life's. Wound do anything for that shot to get the golden star...how it glimmers in the light it's saying come get me take me I'm your savor....Your hope. The thing that will save you from these dark days of murder and death. All you want is a chance. But only three get the chance to go in to the race. The race to find the golden star. But the thing is so people have tried to get the star but none have. It's impossible they say only the stupid put there name in the jar. But what if you had nothing left and this was your only way out because you had nothing left to lose. Many people will die many people will suffer but remember darling it's your fault that there gone because you didn't follow the rules but what ever that's what you decided. But one thing before you go...My all your dreams come true. Because this is all you got, there's nothing left. Now go you've got a race to win sweetheart.
Chapter One- The Heart Festival
.: Ulla :.
People call today the day of promise, because this is there one chance at freedom and hope. But where I am there is no hope. We don't talk about it here people don't even know that we still life. That we life in ash and brunt dreams, dreams of freedom from the Capital. So I sit in my tadered bed hoping that one day my wish will come true but all I can do is listen to the music of hope play over and over in my head.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She ran her fingers though her silk dress that seemed to make her fell like she weighed nothing, witch at this point she most likely didn’t. Then a dark yet friendly voice got her focus back into line.
“Hello there nice having you on stage to talk!”
“Umm yes it- is?” Her small and confused voice said.
“Well we’re all wondering, What do you think the Golden Race is about sweetheart?” The voice said as the crowd began to cheer.
“Well...I believe it’s...just lost hope. A wish that will never come true. A dream with no real happy ever after end. This race just for laughs. I don’t believe in the Dream Star no one does only the foolish do. It’s just for the Hangor and the President it’s just a game.”
.: In Hangor :.
On this day all I can think about is death. Murder. And A Wish. All I want is for my Kingdom two be in the light no longer in the dark. I want there two be happy faces not tears. I want love not war, like the one outside my window. They want freedom well I want it to. I'm the President's daugter but I want hope and freedom for my kingdom I want them to be free also but want can I do I'm only 15.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She sit there with her head up tall like nothing can hurt but in the inside she’s dieing and hoping that she doesn’t mess up. She see the man’s nice warm face.
“ So Princess are you scared about going into the race?” He asked as the crowd quite down.
“No. This is my chance to show my kingdom that I’m not weak. Or scared to fight. I’m willing to take the chance for freedom.” She smile’s here perfectly white teeth but if you ready new her her smile was fake.
.: Frazic :.
The music keeps on playing over and over in her confused head. The lyrics making her go mad. "Dreams are Dreams and yours can come true if you believe that they can. If your a dreamer a wisher or hoper or even a prayer listen close. If just put your name in the jar and if you have your luck with you maybe just maybe you'll get a chance to grab the Dream Star." She plugged her eyes at the words and whispered to herself. "Dreams are Dreams but they'll never come true."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She sat there her hands down by her side and her pin on her chest for the world to see.
“So Why did you put your name in that jar?” The man asked with a smile.
“It’s a long story.” She said not really wanting to talk about it.
“Well we have time.” He said looking at the crowd for some help.
“Okay it all started....”
She got as fast as she could as soon as the door open down stairs. She grabbed her black coat that seemed to match every thing outside from the fires. She put on her fathers belt, It was one of things that survived the last fire of there old house. She’s lived in five house in her life all ready and she’s only 15. Her father died when he was in a battle for freedom her family was or in her mind still is, against the against Hangor and the President. She makes shore before she leave’s to grab her badge. It’s a vinyl pin with big black letters, she puts it right her chest. That pin lets every no that she’s not afraid to fight for freedom. Her mother doesn’t like that she wears it but at the same time she’s proud. The pin says, “Let fire burn my city to ash, but it will never burn me.”
She slowly makes her way down the hall. She takes out her small gun that was in her belt and reloads it, and keeps moving. She makes it to the stairs if that’s what you want to called them. There’s only 7 steps, Witch she counts every morning as makes her way to the kitchen. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. She held the gun close to her chest and pecked over the edge and saw two men in black in front of her mother. She keep’s her senses on high because if one of those men ever touch her mother she would shot them. Died. And she wouldn’t fell anything like normal, even when her dad died she felt nothing. Because she always said “Only the weak cry.” The only thing she meant fell if she killed them would be happiness that they were two people less to kill...
Name: Izzy Rae Frostinialiga (Frost)
Age: 15
Parents: unknown ( searching for them)
Description: shocking, amazing blue eyes, pale milky white skin and long flowing silvery hair
clothes: a strapless blue tank top showing belly and really short jeans, blue heels
siblings: none that she knows of
Friends: The fairy gang and two girls that she later finds out are her. Cousins, Sasha and Dana
Place shee grew up: Alfea
Izzy squeled as Farogonda lifted her arms to exagerate the boom of the cloud in her story, "and then Izzy, the Winx gang took down Stormy and Darcey in a huge orb, witht the help of me and griffen, so you see that's how we beat the army of Decay!" Izzy smiled and curled up in bed, 6 years old and she was soooo interested in the ways of the witches, so exited for her freshmen year in 11 years that her fingers tingled and for one moment it was perfect.
Then that moment ended
Age: 15
Parents: unknown ( searching for them)
Description: shocking, amazing blue eyes, pale milky white skin and long flowing silvery hair
clothes: a strapless blue tank top showing belly and really short jeans, blue heels
siblings: none that she knows of
Friends: The fairy gang and two girls that she later finds out are her. Cousins, Sasha and Dana
Place shee grew up: Alfea
Izzy squeled as Farogonda lifted her arms to exagerate the boom of the cloud in her story, "and then Izzy, the Winx gang took down Stormy and Darcey in a huge orb, witht the help of me and griffen, so you see that's how we beat the army of Decay!" Izzy smiled and curled up in bed, 6 years old and she was soooo interested in the ways of the witches, so exited for her freshmen year in 11 years that her fingers tingled and for one moment it was perfect.
Then that moment ended
The life I am living
seems so unreal,
feels like an
endless scary toil,
as I fight
my deep-rooted fears,
unable to hold back
my tears
I pray that
my mind adheres
and my heart also hears
my pleas...
I fear
that my soul
is being hoodwinked
by my mind
…my mean mind
that is so unkind
It simply delights
in the agony
Though I don’t think
it’s so funny
making me dance
to its tunes
as if I was a bunny...
My dream seems now
like a nightmare
As I feel intense
but bare
Never knew
I had to prepare
…to stare
at dark, starless
nights
missing those
lovely fights
we had…at midnights
those highlights
of our love...
seems so unreal,
feels like an
endless scary toil,
as I fight
my deep-rooted fears,
unable to hold back
my tears
I pray that
my mind adheres
and my heart also hears
my pleas...
I fear
that my soul
is being hoodwinked
by my mind
…my mean mind
that is so unkind
It simply delights
in the agony
Though I don’t think
it’s so funny
making me dance
to its tunes
as if I was a bunny...
My dream seems now
like a nightmare
As I feel intense
but bare
Never knew
I had to prepare
…to stare
at dark, starless
nights
missing those
lovely fights
we had…at midnights
those highlights
of our love...
It was a little thing
Such a little thing
And it begged me not to tell
So I took it by the hand
And it led me to hell
With almond eyes
Such startled eyes
It said it wouldn't hurt
So I sandalled down the desperate stairs
Slipping on ancient dirt
With coos and yelps
And triumphant smile
It posted me a letter
And here I am as sick as the dead
With no hope of getting better
It was a little thing
Such a little thing
And it begged me not to tell
So I took it by the hand
And it led me to hell...
I don't claim this poem as my own, but I will put up some of my poems I wrote l8er
Such a little thing
And it begged me not to tell
So I took it by the hand
And it led me to hell
With almond eyes
Such startled eyes
It said it wouldn't hurt
So I sandalled down the desperate stairs
Slipping on ancient dirt
With coos and yelps
And triumphant smile
It posted me a letter
And here I am as sick as the dead
With no hope of getting better
It was a little thing
Such a little thing
And it begged me not to tell
So I took it by the hand
And it led me to hell...
I don't claim this poem as my own, but I will put up some of my poems I wrote l8er