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 آپ helping me tweak it little سے طرف کی little, and frankly, I'm a little embarrassed سے طرف کی my writing at this point. I mean, look at me. I can barely write a decent-sized مضمون on this website.
Long مضمون (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 آپ actually read this, then thank you. I know there are WAY too many مضامین of this type on this club like this one, but... I don't know. I don't know why آپ would read this instead of just skip over it. I don't know why آپ would even care what I کہا at this point, heck, اگلے Tuesday I'm finally turning 13. It still feels like I should just be turning 12 again.
آپ 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 آپ helping me tweak it little سے طرف کی little, and frankly, I'm a little embarrassed سے طرف کی my writing at this point. I mean, look at me. I can barely write a decent-sized مضمون on this website.
Long مضمون (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 آپ actually read this, then thank you. I know there are WAY too many مضامین of this type on this club like this one, but... I don't know. I don't know why آپ would read this instead of just skip over it. I don't know why آپ would even care what I کہا at this point, heck, اگلے Tuesday I'm finally turning 13. It still feels like I should just be turning 12 again.
آپ have no idea how much I want for this club to work its way through all of its troubles.
Thanks for reading...
Like آپ don't have another care
Fight till the end.
Fight till the end,
Cuz آپ got all ya power.
Fight like a trooper.
You've got hope
You've got strength
You've got love on ya side,
So fight now.
Just fight now.
Fight till the end,
You've got all these people
Rootin for ya,
Rootin for ya.
You'll win the fight,
You'll freakin survive,
And you'll be proud
Cuz آپ fought till the end,
And won it,
And won it.
Fight till the end,
You'll win.
Everything inside ya
Is powerful.
So fight till the end.
Just fight till the end.
AND FIGHT IT!!!
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?" جے 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, جے 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!" جے yelled as he started protecting the Kitsune. Then Cole kneed جے in the stomach, grabbed the Kitsune and out her back in her cage as جے 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?" جے 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, جے 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!" جے yelled as he started protecting the Kitsune. Then Cole kneed جے in the stomach, grabbed the Kitsune and out her back in her cage as جے could only watch...
Okay, some دوستوں and I made up a song we call, "The Hunger Games" to the tune of "Glad آپ 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)
آپ cast a spell on me, spell on me.
آپ hit me like your present fell on me, fell on me.
I decided آپ work well with me, well with me.
So let's go somewhere no one else can see آپ n' me
Turn the lights out NOW.
Now I'll take آپ سے طرف کی the hand.
Hand آپ some medicine.
Drink it if آپ can.
Can آپ spend a little time?
Time is slipping away.
Away from us, so stay.
Stay with me, I can make, make آپ Victor.
(And then آپ repeat. ツ I think of this every time I hear "Glad آپ 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)
آپ cast a spell on me, spell on me.
آپ hit me like your present fell on me, fell on me.
I decided آپ work well with me, well with me.
So let's go somewhere no one else can see آپ n' me
Turn the lights out NOW.
Now I'll take آپ سے طرف کی the hand.
Hand آپ some medicine.
Drink it if آپ can.
Can آپ spend a little time?
Time is slipping away.
Away from us, so stay.
Stay with me, I can make, make آپ Victor.
(And then آپ repeat. ツ I think of this every time I hear "Glad آپ Came")