Wow, I just dug up a short story I wrote! I haven't seen it in ages!

how long ago did you write it Zea?

I love doing that zea. makes me happy or makes me laugh depending on how good it is.

Wings: It was based on a dream I had, I think It's little under a year old?[
Kat: It's pretty terrible, I can post it if you like XD

I found another thorn in my finger! dang weeds!!!

I wouldn't mind reading it.

Here it is:

There was once a girl. She was not beautiful or any more special than the other children in her underground village. She thought of herself as a background image, a prop. She did not mind for she didn’t like the spotlight. The Girl was the daughter of a Sailor. Her best friend was the daughter of a dock keeper for they lived at an underground boarding port. The girl's name was Alix and her friend was Jaid. One day as the girl was walking around the magically lit docks with Jaid she heard a scream coming from the entrance to the village. An unearthly scream that pierced her to the bone, it was so full of pain and anguish that she was surprised that no one else had started moving toward the Village gate.
“Where are you going? Alix! You promised you’d go fishing with me!”
Alix turned around in surprise for she was sure Jaid would be more compassionate to the person who had screamed “You heard that scream, c’mon!” said Alix impatiently andwhen Jaid didn’t say anything but looked confused Alix sighed and started walking again. Jaid seemed to of come to her senses as she shouted after Alix
“What scream?” Alix turned to her friend and as their eyes met she knew Jaid wasn’t lying. Alix explained about the disembodied scream she had heard and as they moved towards the gates which were only twenty or someters away now she saw a humped shape lying just beyond the bars of the gate. The friends ran forward and saw that the shape was actually a body Jaid reached a hand through the bars and turned the body over to reveal a badly scarred face looking back at her with unseeing eyes. Alix covered her mouth in shock for the man lying before her was her father.

Alix was cold and hungry and regretting the idea of coming out of the city alone in revenge. She had eaten her last chocolate bar hours ago and the gray white light of the monotonous underground passages was hurting her eyes. As she was becoming drowsy she heard a scream behind her and in fear she turned around. It was Jaid!
“I followed you out of the village!” rushed Jaid, I’m sorry about your father. He was a good man. I didn’t want the same for you!”
Alix smiled and bear hugged her friend and they set off again a spring in their steps.

Chewing one of the apples that Jaid had given her Alix walked into a small room. It was at the end of the corridor and had the same luminescent glow. She called out to Jaid and had a look around. There was no furniture inthe room, only a small hole in the far wall. As the friends got closer they could see that it was not a hole at all but a door, just big enough for a child. Alix being the shortest crawled into the tight space and on the otherside was a large greenish expanse of water. She yelled out to Jaid and started swimming. Hearing the splash as Jaid fell in they set off.

(I never got around to finishing it xD)

oh not that old. I always manage to dig up like five year old stories and I'm just mortified by them.

man, I found something that was from like 6th grade and it was pretty crazy.

I once found someting I wrote in like fifth grade... it was just wow

I found a story I wrote when I was three, it was terribad xD
I also have a reasonably well written three page story I did for English :)

oh man, I still have a story I wrote when I saw really little when I thought no plot=good and almost every word is an adjective because I thought putting all the detail in or what she ate and where she walked made it good.

I found a little poem I made up in third grade, it didn't even make much sense.

Kat: I'd love to read it xD

oh I found a poem I wrote in 8th grade once absolutely horrid.

my poetry from 8th grade is actually good

no zea!!! I don't know where it is anyways. it hurts. like breathing adjectives.

It was that bad? O.O
Anyway, how terrible was my story xD

*plays with Zea's tree*

I didn't get good a poetry until 10th grade and even some of those are just eh.

Wings: I won a poetry award in grade four out of the whole school xD
I hate writing poetry.

I was better at poetry then I think.

That's cool Zea. I didn't even attempt poetry at that age, I hated it then. I love writing it now

I am so not a poet.

Wings: We had to write poems and I wrote one that my teacher thought was amazing so he kind of forced me to enter >.>

Hm. I was homeschooled in fourth grade.

so there are still some peoples here... hi peoples :D