Around this time last year, the whole club was buzzing.
Absolutely bursting at its seams with wonderful writing and magnificent people.
People who inspired me to become better with my writing.
People who taught me how to hold myself higher, and not let other people bring me down, including myself.
People who supported me, even though we barely even knew each other.
People who were delighted to see that I was online and posting writing, even though it was so incredibly un-entertaining and pointless.
People who were practically family.
May I just ask, why did we all have to leave our family behind?
At this point, whenever I manage to get on, I am so unbelievably (is that even a word?) overjoyed when I see that someone has been active since the last time I've been on.
The only reason I don't post some amazing, breath-taking short story every time I get on is because my writing hasn't improved since I stopped frequently getting on this club with all of you helping me tweak it little by little, and frankly, I'm a little embarrassed by my writing at this point. I mean, look at me. I can barely write a decent-sized article on this website.
Long article (for me) short, I just feel like everyone else has sort of grown up and grown past Summer 2k12, Summer of True Writers, etc. etc., and that I'm just kind of stuck in the remains, longing for it to be the way it was then.
Well, if you actually read this, then thank you. I know there are WAY too many articles of this type on this club like this one, but... I don't know. I don't know why you would read this instead of just skip over it. I don't know why you would even care what I said at this point, heck, next Tuesday I'm finally turning 13. It still feels like I should just be turning 12 again.
You have no idea how much I want for this club to work its way through all of its troubles.
Thanks for reading...
Absolutely bursting at its seams with wonderful writing and magnificent people.
People who inspired me to become better with my writing.
People who taught me how to hold myself higher, and not let other people bring me down, including myself.
People who supported me, even though we barely even knew each other.
People who were delighted to see that I was online and posting writing, even though it was so incredibly un-entertaining and pointless.
People who were practically family.
May I just ask, why did we all have to leave our family behind?
At this point, whenever I manage to get on, I am so unbelievably (is that even a word?) overjoyed when I see that someone has been active since the last time I've been on.
The only reason I don't post some amazing, breath-taking short story every time I get on is because my writing hasn't improved since I stopped frequently getting on this club with all of you helping me tweak it little by little, and frankly, I'm a little embarrassed by my writing at this point. I mean, look at me. I can barely write a decent-sized article on this website.
Long article (for me) short, I just feel like everyone else has sort of grown up and grown past Summer 2k12, Summer of True Writers, etc. etc., and that I'm just kind of stuck in the remains, longing for it to be the way it was then.
Well, if you actually read this, then thank you. I know there are WAY too many articles of this type on this club like this one, but... I don't know. I don't know why you would read this instead of just skip over it. I don't know why you would even care what I said at this point, heck, next Tuesday I'm finally turning 13. It still feels like I should just be turning 12 again.
You have no idea how much I want for this club to work its way through all of its troubles.
Thanks for reading...
Prologue
Once upon a time... there once was a Beautiful Princess... named Twilight...her hair was White...her eyes were blue...and she was the most beautiful in the land...
But there was only one problem... she had never loved... and that was her undoing... she had brought a young Wizard into the Castle... She was the most rude and mean person he had ever met...
So the young Wizard cursed her... and she was turned into a terrifying Dragon... and no one visited her ... Now no one would ever love her... everyone was afraid of her...
But she knew she would embrace love someday... someday ...
And that is where our story begins...
Once upon a time... there once was a Beautiful Princess... named Twilight...her hair was White...her eyes were blue...and she was the most beautiful in the land...
But there was only one problem... she had never loved... and that was her undoing... she had brought a young Wizard into the Castle... She was the most rude and mean person he had ever met...
So the young Wizard cursed her... and she was turned into a terrifying Dragon... and no one visited her ... Now no one would ever love her... everyone was afraid of her...
But she knew she would embrace love someday... someday ...
And that is where our story begins...
Chapter 3 : Rage
One week after the indecent, King George had news for Prince Jay.
"I will let the Kitsune go" King George told Jay.
"Really?" Jay asked, confused.
"Why yes" King George answered as he winked to Prince Cole as he smiled back. They took off the Kitsunes chains as everyone cheered, Jay sensed something was up.
"Now!" King George yelled as a group of Guards and Cole surrounded her and started whipping her. Then the citizens circled her and started Kicking and Slapping her as the Kitsune started crying.
"Stop it!" Jay yelled as he started protecting the Kitsune. Then Cole kneed Jay in the stomach, grabbed the Kitsune and out her back in her cage as Jay could only watch...
One week after the indecent, King George had news for Prince Jay.
"I will let the Kitsune go" King George told Jay.
"Really?" Jay asked, confused.
"Why yes" King George answered as he winked to Prince Cole as he smiled back. They took off the Kitsunes chains as everyone cheered, Jay sensed something was up.
"Now!" King George yelled as a group of Guards and Cole surrounded her and started whipping her. Then the citizens circled her and started Kicking and Slapping her as the Kitsune started crying.
"Stop it!" Jay yelled as he started protecting the Kitsune. Then Cole kneed Jay in the stomach, grabbed the Kitsune and out her back in her cage as Jay could only watch...
Okay, some friends and I made up a song we call, "The Hunger Games" to the tune of "Glad You Came"
Okay here it goes,
The sun goes down, the tributes come out.
And all I know, is Cato's here now.
My leg will never be the same.
The Hunger Games, The Hunger Games.
(All of the o o o o o o o 's... xD)
You cast a spell on me, spell on me.
You hit me like your present fell on me, fell on me.
I decided you work well with me, well with me.
So let's go somewhere no one else can see you n' me
Turn the lights out NOW.
Now I'll take you by the hand.
Hand you some medicine.
Drink it if you can.
Can you spend a little time?
Time is slipping away.
Away from us, so stay.
Stay with me, I can make, make you Victor.
(And then you repeat. ツ I think of this every time I hear "Glad You Came")
Okay here it goes,
The sun goes down, the tributes come out.
And all I know, is Cato's here now.
My leg will never be the same.
The Hunger Games, The Hunger Games.
(All of the o o o o o o o 's... xD)
You cast a spell on me, spell on me.
You hit me like your present fell on me, fell on me.
I decided you work well with me, well with me.
So let's go somewhere no one else can see you n' me
Turn the lights out NOW.
Now I'll take you by the hand.
Hand you some medicine.
Drink it if you can.
Can you spend a little time?
Time is slipping away.
Away from us, so stay.
Stay with me, I can make, make you Victor.
(And then you repeat. ツ I think of this every time I hear "Glad You Came")
So here i am
stuck inside this house
im wondering if i
will ever make it out
now point wondering
if there isnt an answer
just try to belive
here we are
stuck in this house
back where we started
we wont ever make it out
just here to ask
even if there is no reply
if you believe
you turn to me
you say it slow
your voice is deep
"how do we know,"
i shrugg my shoulders
you reply
"I believe in you and i"
then i know
without a doubt
that these four walls
can keep up trapped
but you will always
love me
even if you are
a stuffed monkey
stuck inside this house
im wondering if i
will ever make it out
now point wondering
if there isnt an answer
just try to belive
here we are
stuck in this house
back where we started
we wont ever make it out
just here to ask
even if there is no reply
if you believe
you turn to me
you say it slow
your voice is deep
"how do we know,"
i shrugg my shoulders
you reply
"I believe in you and i"
then i know
without a doubt
that these four walls
can keep up trapped
but you will always
love me
even if you are
a stuffed monkey