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Theme 61: DanceTheme 61: DanceTheme 61: Dance by ~ellymango
To me, there was no purpose in royal balls other than an excuse to dress up and dance with some aristocrat. I never saw what all the fuss was about. Every time an invite fluttered through the door, and they often did quite frequently, every girl other than me fell into a state of chaos.
It didn’t help that the dress code was always strict for ladies; for example, sometimes you must dress in the colour of you country’s national flower. For me, that means something in Cornflower blue- luckily my favourite colour. I always wear Cornflower petals, as well, especially in my hair, as I was tonight.
Before a ball, each
Theme 55: WaitingTheme 55: WaitingTheme 55: Waiting by ~ellymango
Train stations were always boring places for Hope. She could never find the energy to shop, but had to find something to take her mind off of the journey ahead. Then again, she would rather travel by rail that by air, because despite the constant reminders that it was the safest form of travel, for some reason, being trapped inside a giant metal bird weighing God know how many tonnes, and then whizzing through the air at dizzying speeds didn’t sound like the ideal concept of “safe” in her mind.
People-watching was one of the only things she would do in a station. She never liked watching the trains pull i
Theme 16- QuestioningTheme 16: QuestioningTheme 16- Questioning by ~ellymango
The first thing she noticed was the stinging. A blinding, burning sensation, all the way down the right side of her face, from her temple to her jaw. Vision in her right eye was tinged with red. A smell, a terrible odour hung in the air, making her wince; she was sure it was making the stinging worse.
Alive. That was when she realised she was alive.
She was lying on her left side in a world like nothing she had even seen before. Everything was… wrong. Where were the most of seats? Where were the other passengers? Why was it so quiet?
…What had happened?
Her usually perfect memory was as foggy as like her u
Theme 58- Kick in the HeadTheme 58: Kick in the HeadTheme 58- Kick in the Head by ~ellymango
How lucky can one guy be?
I kissed her, and she kissed me.
Like a fella once said, "Ain't that a kick in the head!"
That song kept playing on a loop inside my mind as I walked home. I couldn't believe it. She probably couldn't either.
The room was completely black.
I hugged her, and she hugged back.
Like a sailor said, quote, "Ain't that a hole in the boat!"
It wasn't the most romantic place for a first kiss, given. It was behind a very noisy nightclub full of drunk and possibly high youths, in a wet alleyway that smelt of wee, with only the muffled bass line of some trashy club song providing the soundtrack
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is a lovely story-teller! Her short stories, be it hetaila-fanfic or an original composition, are something worth the read. Check her out!Theme 35- Hold my HandTheme 35: Hold my Hand
Ayşe Keskin awoke to the sound of heavy rain pounding down around her. Opening her eyes was harder than she expected, doing so stung terribly. She realised she was still sitting in her seat, although Ayşe was the only one in her row. In fact, there wasn't even a row to speak of. She was just sitting there, alone in the dark, a strong and vile smell hanging in the air.
Where was she anyway?
She forced her eyes to open some more. She could sort of make out more of her surroundings now. Ayşe was sitting, just a lonely seat in the midst of chaos.
The rows in front of her, where seats had once been, were n
Theme 10: Breath AgainTheme 10: Breath Again
He ploughed through the undergrowth as fast as his injured body would let him. He could feel warm blood slowly trickling down the left side of his face, his shoulder felt like someone was drilling nails into it and he kept stumbling over his own two feet. In spite of this, he ignored the pain and continued charging through the forest.
There was a niggling feeling in the back of his mind that told him he needed to reach her quickly. No, it was more than just a feeling. It was certainty.
He crashed unceremoniously into the clearing, almost falling flat on his face as he tripped over his tangled ankles. The sudden inter
Theme 91- DrowningTheme 91: Drowning
That weight was still pressing down on her back, pinning her under the surface of the water. It was just a shallow stream, on some days the bottom was visible from the bank.
But not today. She had an inkling that she was in danger. One only had to look at the recent headlines to know that perhaps going out that day was a risk. But, she had taken those bodyguards along with her. I should have been safe!
But their attacker had the element of surprise, flashing from the bushes faster than a bullet. The first didn't even have enough time to unsling her rifle before she was catapulted like a rag doll into that tree. The other
APH: Maid of the SeasAPH: Maid of the Seas
Every December without fail, he came. To any outsider, he was just another slightly annoying tourist, seeking the memorial to the tragedy that gained the small village notoriety. To the local people, however, he was much more than that. He was the mysterious stranger, who appeared all those years ago within days of the event, the first one with an American accent. It wasn’t unusual; the jet was, after all, owned by an American company and carrying over one hundred American people.
They came each year, as well, trickling in slowly but surely, each one had a memorable face. The surly man with the thick eyebrows, th
APH: Die Zerrissene PerlenketteAPH: Die Zerrissene Perlenkette
It was a misty dawn in the peaceful German field. The air was damp with that foggy sort of drizzle that is felt on the face but not noticed until it runs down in little streaks. There was not a soul in sight, apart the lone figure absently strolling along the quaint path, a large bouquet balanced on the crook of his arm.
He always came to this place at this lonely hour. Maybe there was something he preferred about visiting alone? It was always so silent, so tranquil, nothing to remind anyone of the tragedy that happened there.
The first strange ball started to appear just ahead. To an outsider, it was perhap
ExamsExams
Is there anyone in their right mind who actually likes exams? I mean, I know we have to be tested, such is life, but have you seen the weird things we have to learn for them? I still don't know when in my life I'm going to have to use the quadratic formula. Or when I'll have to calculate the relative formula mass of water. Or when I'm going to be ambushed by a French person asking me to tell them what I did last Christmas.
These are subjects that are usually useful in class or in an exam room only, unless I become a maths teacher, chemist, or I move to France. Which I probably won't.
But this is school. They test us on strange things
Theme 16- QuestioningTheme 16: Questioning
The first thing she noticed was the stinging. A blinding, burning sensation, all the way down the right side of her face, from her temple to her jaw. Vision in her right eye was tinged with red. A smell, a terrible odour hung in the air, making her wince; she was sure it was making the stinging worse.
Alive. That was when she realised she was alive.
She was lying on her left side in a world like nothing she had even seen before. Everything was… wrong. Where were the most of seats? Where were the other passengers? Why was it so quiet?
…What had happened?
Her usually perfect memory was as foggy as like her u
Theme 58- Kick in the HeadTheme 58: Kick in the Head
How lucky can one guy be?
I kissed her, and she kissed me.
Like a fella once said, "Ain't that a kick in the head!"
That song kept playing on a loop inside my mind as I walked home. I couldn't believe it. She probably couldn't either.
The room was completely black.
I hugged her, and she hugged back.
Like a sailor said, quote, "Ain't that a hole in the boat!"
It wasn't the most romantic place for a first kiss, given. It was behind a very noisy nightclub full of drunk and possibly high youths, in a wet alleyway that smelt of wee, with only the muffled bass line of some trashy club song providing the soundtrack
Theme 72: Mischief ManagedTheme 72: Mischief Managed
Yume barged into her bedroom, slamming the door shut with a force that caused the attic door to swing down suddenly. I just have to finish that fan fiction!
Four days earlier, Yume had spent an entire evening watching her favourite artist live stream on a screen-sharing website, drawing fan art for a fan fiction. Said artist had highly recommended the fiction, warning that it was very emotional and likely to make readers cry. Never one to miss out on emotive fan fiction, Yume had tracked it down, though she had some trouble translating it into her language.
So far, she hadn’t cried as much as she expected.
Road TripRoad Trip
"What the hell is that?"
"…You seriously think I'm riding in that thing? Look at it!"
"What a heap of junk."
Raven flailed her arms desperately in her defence.
"Come on guys! Sure, it's not the… most modern thing I could find, but at least it's something!"
The vehicle in front of them was… vintage. Bizarrely, the only thing that Raven actually liked out of all the modes of transport she could afford and that had the ability to carry a maximum of twelve people (which narrowed the choices dramatically) was a 1970's campervan.
Ayşe sighed. "You could at least have gotten a nicer colour."
"I dunno. I al
But for now, check out the writing that never ceases to inspire! 
My Drive Find your drive. Give yourself the need to bend. Give yourself a reason; anger, fear, or revenge. Then let your fire flow from your hand to your target, smooth and quick, I remembered my firebending trainer saying. Zan was the best firebending teacher I ever met (shh! Don't tell my mom or Xun (the other female firebending trainer) I said that!).
She was calm, cool, and collected. I was honestly surprised when she said she would be my trainer. I thought she was a waterbender.
I shook my head, back to work. I concentrated on flames, and watched fire fly towards the tree's trunk, inches from scorching it. Not good enough. I did a few kicks
Christmas TimeChristmas season filled with cheer
Snow flakes fall every year
Colorful lights fill the street
While carolers sing to the beat
Wishing everyone the best day
So much joy and cheer today
Paved with RedThe Second Titan War. That's what they call it. That's what they call this hell of a war. Leaving kids to defend for themselves. Forty demigods younger than the age of 20. Yet we have to defeat all enemies that come close.
Impossible.
But we did it.
How many lives were lost?
Too many to count.
Lee Fletcher, Michael Yew, all Apollo.
Castor of Dionysus.
Charles Beckendorf from Hephaestus.
Silena Beauregard, the beauty of Aphrodite.
And many, many more.
So many lost in that awful war.
Charles, the hero.
Silena, the traitor, turned hero.
Michael, Lee, the brave.
Castor, the determined.
But so many more. So many unclaimed. So many c
S.e.c.o.n.dAlways s.e.c.o.n.d to sis,
S.e.c.o.n.d-in-command,
Second.
Athena's f'a'v'o'r'i't'e,
The a/r/c/h/i/t/e/c/t of O*l*y*m*p*u*s,
Sr>i>e>n>d of our mother's rival,
I was always s.e.c.o.n.d,
Never f!i!r!s!t,
Never g#o#o#d enough,
Not enough to make her p$r$o$u$d,
Not enough for her to acknowledge my e^x^i^s^t^e^n^c^e,
She claimed me, then l-e-f-t me,
I almost d(i(e(d,
Annabeth had f)r)i)e)n)d)s,
Mine are all g=o=n=e,
Lee, Castor, Michael,
All left me in s.e.c.o.n.d,
Left me to p-r-o-v-e myself
When will she notice, I'm right there,
I'm always there,
I always do as she says,
But does she notice me?
No.
I'm s.e.c.o.n.d
I alwa
The MaraudersWe solemnly swear
We're up to no good
With Dungbombs and frogspawn
The four of us stood
Moony, the werewolf
Always brave and wise
Young in his bones
Yet old in his eyes
Wormtail, the rat
With potential and use
His betrayal killed many
But he got his dues
Padfoot, the dog
Who was loyal and brave
He would die for his friends
No matter how much he misbehaved
Prongs, the stag
Born talented and clever
Would die for his family
Loyal, forever
Though they all perished
They are not truly gone
With each passing generation
Their legacy lives on
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