Weekly Short Stories Contest and Company! discussion

Al, you know it still says we're voting on the funniest? You might want to change that, at least I assume we are no longer voting for the funniest necessarily.

I actually wrote this one several years ago for a middle school assignment on Red Badge of Courage by Stephen Crane, but I still think it's well written and it fits the topic.

Henry...Gone

I'm waving good-bye,
As I think how I'll miss him.
Horrible thoughts grow
Until they overwhelm me.
But I know it's what he wants.

He runs out of sight.
I close the door behind me.
Sitting in my chair,
I worry about Henry.
What will happen? Will he live?

Questions fill my head.
Will he return - my baby?
The fireplace blazes,
As I ponder in my heart,
How much I wish my son back.

Title: Endless Questions

There's too many;
I'm loosing my mind.
I know he's only three,
So let's keep this tear free.

I hate questions.
I don't answer them.
If you ask me too many,
I may just call you Annie.

Just for fun though.
Just to get you mad.
Just to make you stop
Looking at the clock.

Was that a question?
I'm not answering.
Did I really say something about a clock?
No, I meant stock.

Stop asking me questions.
I'm not answering them.
Don't ask me why,
just look at the sky.

Good job, Kristen! Hey guys, I'll be away this week, camping. So I won't be able to physically vote but I'll wait a bit and see if someone else posts another poem. Al, if I tell you who I cast my vote for before I leave can you just add that after the pole is voted on?

Good job guys!

Here is mine......

Why Me?

My life,
full of much,
much of strife,
my life needs a crutch.

I raise my voice,
people ask why,
it is my choice,
to do or die.

I sing aloud,
I ask myself what,
but I am proud,
of which my life is cut.

I question myself,
I question me,
upon my shelf,
not any sympathy.

Why do I know this?
What does it mean?
Ignorance is not bliss,
Towards knowledge I lean.

Questions why,
Questions how,
I am just a guy,
I won't know now.

Lol, good job, Thomas.

Sorry to ask this, but did you get my friend request?

Yeah, I'm just a cautious person. Don't take it personal. I haven't said no- I'm still mulling it over.

Okay. I won't take it personal. To tell you the truth, I just wanted an easier way to invite you to a group of mine.

Lol, oh. What's the group? I'll check it on your profile.

You have to be my friend to look at my profile. It is a group that is supposed to help me with my book. I wanted you to join because there were friends of yours that said that you too, were writing a book and that I thought you might enjoy/ help me with the book. It is called, Children of the Pendant.

Uh, this sounds kind of creepy but I was just on your profile.

Never mind. There, I fixed it.

Okay...what did you fix?

Now you have to be a friend to go on.

Oh, okay.

Nice poems guys! I haven't posted anything in a while so here it is. It sort of started with the first image, then grew out.

Paint splatters on a black wall,
Flecks bright angry red,
Like when you yell,
Spittle from your mouth.

I wonder at your surprise,
When I say the doomed words.

Sign on the black line.

Please.

Just sign on that black line.

Here's a pen.

I've asked you time and time again.
This is my question.
Why won't you just leave me be?
I've provided every opportunity,
Tried my best,
I haven't failed have I?

We've gone through it time and time again.

We've had our gentle moments,
Understanding barely on our lips,
Leaving each other be.

But then there was the beating,
A drum inside my head,
The sound of a heart beat,
My own,
Feeling like it was threatened.

Every time you screamed,
Every time I bruised.

Rolling on a gurney,
The children ask "Why?"

You just continue the lies.

Black and blue,
Your little broken violet,
A wildflower you abused.

So let the ink draw across the paper.

Simple really.


Flows toxic,
Like the blood through your veins,
Defiled but once young,
Let it fall in the curves of your name.

So easy.

But you still won't let me go.

wow Summer, that's some of the best stuff I've seen on here! Great work!

Cool!

Good job Summer. Okay, Alexis, I'm going to cast my vote for Kristen.

good job summer! :]

Questions

my head is full of questions.
what am i doing?
where am i going?
what is the point?

i can't answer them.
where are the answers?
how do i find the truth?
who can help?

It sure does have questions..... and it also brings up questions in my head.

Dun Dun DUN!!! Amanda Review time!!!!!

Kristen: awww... that touched my heart and almost made me cry... very sad. Great job conveying emotion.

Stephanie: ooo that was neat... it felt like you were trying to keep me distracted from seeing something in the poem... It physically felt like you were flinging my mind elsewhere! I still don't know what it was I was supposed to see though, great job!

Thomas: As usual, beautiful. You conveyed very well your position in life and this feeling of comfort in being lost. Great Job.

Summer: That was terribly terribly sad, but so true and so full of unwritten questions... you could feel them there... amazing job.

Kimathy: Interesting standpoint... short but sweet, you smacked us all in the face with the bluntness of the poem. :) Great Job.


Alas, I believe that was everyone... We'll see if I get one in before I have to leave for camp, but I'll message you, Al, with my vote as well, if I can. :) You'll have it by Tuesday.

Now... off to ponder the whims of the universe...

:D Thanks Amanda.

Thanks!

your welcome guys. <3

I shall... I should also come up with something before camp too, eh?

And I shall also have to have the unicorn done by then too, eh?

Questions

How? What?
When? Where? Why?
These are the questions
To live by.

But when you come
To say I do,
Most important
Is the question Who?

Wow! My favorite so far!

Thankyou Thomas. I'm new here and delighted to think someone likes my poem. I've written a short story as well, which I will post in a few days so watch out for it. Good morning to all(yes it's 8:40 am here,Tuesday)from the Aussie skating grandma.

This one is definitely my favorite too! :) I love how simple but profound it is.

AMANDA REVIEW:

Jan: oo that was wonderful, short and sweet, but it made it's point and had a catchy ring to it. I like the rhyming scheme, but I felt like there should be more to it... it's very blunt. but that's just me and my long poems...

Now... I really must come up with something before camp... *ponders*

good job Jan. I really enjoyed it.

Yeah, I usually don't like short poems, and find myself wanting more, but Jan's poem was an exception. Enjoyed it, Jan! :)

thanks for the reveiw Amanda, and i liked yours Jan! :]

Pop Quiz (It's in haiku)

I look at my hands,
they stopped what they were doing.
I twidle my thumbs.

I will start again,
Sooner or later that is.
Just need the answer!

This stupid question,
Is causing so much trouble.
Why can't I get it?

This is why I hate,
this very stupid pop quiz!
This stupid pop quiz...

very nice! :D

where are the polls?

We're all waiting for Al but she seems to have disappeared two days ago. Does anyone actually know her?
Please come back Al!

I do actually know her, but I'm not sure what she's up to.

Its okay, we forgive you..

Welcome back Alexis! We missed you.

Hey, Al you don't have to add my vote or anything. I just voted.

Lol, sounds awesome to me!

If she did, it would be the same as voting for nobody......

Haha