First:
( Party Night Ritual)
We sing so high,
While the moon is low,
Our time went by,
It played so slow.
Our song we sing,
The game we seek,
To feel like a king,
And be at the peak,
So the moon could fall,
And the sun could rise,
So we sing to you all,
To play with our prize,
The next night, they'll party again,
When the moon shines upon them.
this was a copy paste from another site and I forgot to post it here... sorry...
EDIT:
here is another one of my work. This story was created almost last year. it lacks detail but that’s just because I didn’t want it to be too long. (you guys should already know that I could do better if I actualy tried)
Night and Day
There once was a boy who sang to the sky, and with every note a star would rise just to create the night sky for hours on end. But every day a girl would cry to create the sun and all the clouds, and every morning the boy would ask to the girl,” Little girl, why do you cry for something so bright and beautiful?” and each time he asked that, the girl would reply,” I cry because I cannot sing, and I cannot sing because I’m told that I’m no good.” With confusion the boy asked,” Why would you let people tell you what you can or can’t do?” But after he asked that, she never gave him a reply and the boy was always called away from her. One morning the boy asked the girl,” Little girl, seeing all these people claim that you cannot sing, can you do me a favor and sing to me?”
The girl looked down and couldn’t say a word, but when she looked up she said,” ok, but if I am truly horrible when I sing, can you promise me to kill me?” The boy looked at the girl and said,” I promise” and so the boy took out a gold dagger from his pocket and put it to the girls neck. Unaffected from the knife on her neck the little girl smiled and sang.
With every note the girl sang was Beautiful the next one was even more beautiful than the last. The boy was shocked and put the dagger back into his pocket. When the girl finished the boy said with tears in his eyes,” you are naturally perfect in singing, why would anyone say such lies about you?” The girl smiled and shrugged, and so the boy continued,” Ignore what everyone else said, they are only jealous of your ability and do not know what they say. Please make me a promise, that every day you will sing with your heart’s content.” The girl replied,” I promise”
So every day she sang and did not stop until night came, but every morning and every evening the two sang with each other, creating night and day for us all. Within each day and night they create our sense of harmony.
-END- (might be continued eventually)
EDIT 2: I'm proud on how this turned out... this is THE BAST work of weapon art I made yet and it was bade last year as well (still holds it's record)
Edit 3:
Another of my written work and the inspiration for the evil char FRAWN!!!.... Also the song is Frawn’s theme song… this was a dream I written in my old dream journal (I was troubled as a little kid and had constant night terrors and I still do but I’m not scared of them, as much…)... this might be horribly written but I pretty much rewritten what I wrote when I was about 6 years old, so you gotta give me props that I was able to reword overly horrid spelling, horrid penmanship (didn't even know half of what I was reading until the tenth time), badly written sentences (due to bad vocab skills back than), oh and let's not forget that I was about six years old when writing it... so yah… I had to rewrite the original to be understandable but I did however kept it as close to the original story line as possible.
A True Nightmare
I was laying in my bed, almost as though I woke up, everything looked completely real, there was thick smoke in my house, Blood was on the walls saying the same things….
“1) in the first few days we started to play, all where the roses lay.
2) In the next two hours dark could devour, starting with the tallest tower.
3) After three weeks he starts to creep, only to make us freak.
4) The four hundred tears we started to fear, everything’s alive in all the mirrors.
5) Fifth time hiding and he’s still finding, all the shadows are all combining.
6) Sixteen dead and the walls are red, all from the blood he’d shed.
7) Seven days of fun and he’s not done, now it’s time to run.
8.) Now we’re on eight where he makes us wait, we’re all dying from all our hate.
9) It’s on nine and there’s no sign, All the dead has taken what’s mine.
10) Now we’re on ten, where he plays again. “
So when I finally reach the door of my house I hear a scream coming from where my sister’s room would be. Now usually I wouldn’t give a dam but the person screaming wasn’t my sis but my mother. And so I step back away from the door and run towards the hallway into my little sister’s room, an easy run in but when I reached her door I Laid my back against the wall just in case and I heard a chuckle from a laugh more evil than any one would ever hear and more insane than anything as well. And so I decided to open it but before I could even touch the handle the door exploded and the door itself flew and hit the wall as though someone had kicked it. Then I started to hear footsteps coming towards me and right on my ear the person coming towards me whispered, “ I see you.” And a quick shiver came up my spine and I started to run towards the door, but with each step I took the hallway grew about ten feet longer. The footsteps behind me grew louder and louder, and so I ran faster and faster until the hallway seemed to never end and each time I looked back to see who was behind me I could see nothing but blackness and in the blackness was two red eyes.
When I finally reached the end of the hallway I opened the door out and in front of me was a blade I’m unable to describe in words, the exact same sword that my char Drakel had and it represented Dragons perfectly. Its blade gleamed in the light and was perfectly made without any flaws. But when I look in front of me my eyes widened and I could see multiple crucifixes, on each one was my friends and family, stabbed, sliced up, horrid things done to them that not even word’s could speak about. and in the middle was overly large, gold, double crossed crucifix and on it was a silver European dragon with several cut in gold markings on it. It was Drakel, god of dragons in my fantasy realm, dead on a gold double cross crucifix with five silver spikes piercing through him, one for each of his wings and arms and the last piercing upwards out of his center chest and through his head. The gold blood dripped of his body from the fifty foot tall crucifix and the look made tears come out of my eyes.
Sword in my hands I was ready to face what was coming after me but when I turned my back away from the dead, a hand grabbed my shoulder and when I turned around all my friends and family started to surround me, each of them saying the same thing over and over again,” why have you let us die like this… you’ve betrayed us.” And while they held me down a dark figure holding a black sword was standing above me. The figure’s breath was cold and let out a white cloud but yet the air was warm, his eyes were as red as blood and it felt as though he could see though my soul. And so the figure lifted his blade in the air, holding his blade to where it would point at me, my eyes widened from the true fear.
The figure looked at my and with blade in the air pointing directly at me, surrounding me and the group holding me down, about twelve children held hands, circled around us while skipping and sang,
“1) in the first few days we started to play, all where the roses lay.
2) In the next two hours dark could devour, starting with the tallest tower.
3) After three weeks he starts to creep, only to make us freak.
4) The four hundred tears we started to fear, everything’s alive in all the mirrors.
5) Fifth time hiding and he’s still finding, all the shadows are all combining.
6) Sixteen dead and the walls are red, all from the blood he’d shed.
7) Seven days of fun and he’s not done, now it’s time to run.
8.) Now we’re on eight where he makes us wait, we’re all dying from all our hate.
9) It’s on nine and there’s no sign, All the dead has taken what’s mine.
10) Now we’re on ten, where he plays again. “
And at the last word of the song the figure stabbed his sword down… and then I woke up, I could feel a light pain in my center chest and I was sweating from fear I had and yet the entire room was freezing, tears ran through my eyes and it was 12:12 in exact when I woke up. And so I walked around my house and checked on everyone (except my parents who snore) and when I realized that everyone was ok I went back towards my bed figuring that it was all just a dream…
.... Enjoy...
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