Appy

The person above me has such a unique nick, that when you search for it on google, you get 8 pages, and it's all him. edit: I lied, it's 7

I love resurrections I also, like many others here, needed a name to play Archmage. I had just previously to my jump on the internet been thinking about a World of my own (pen&paper AD&D), and one of the forests I had called Apaltra (because there were huge apples in it, it does makes perfect sense, ok? ) The character herself being quite noble and druid like in her ways. Always trying to look out for others. Take care of them. The responsible one. So I saw the paper with that name and decided I liked it enough to use as a nick. Not long after I also joined chat of course, but after several weeks everybody.. and I MEAN everybody, called me Appy... hence Appy was born. In chat, as many here know, I'm jumpy/hyper and all of that, therefor, so is Appy.. able to change her age at will, first wielding a shoe-gun and later a moose (to replace the ever boring trout). Fun times.. The innocent one. This all was on apprentice server, and somewhere in 2000 I joined server, together with a bunch of vets from appr, and started Zero Tolerance. We didn't do too bad in the beginning, but mostly it was about having fun, so Role Playing was a big part. W1ldJ0k3r was made, and turned out quite viscious and, well, wild. The viscious one. I constantly received messages with stuff about a guild on apprentice that I wasn't part of, and that's where I found out that there already was a wildjoker around on AM. So a name change was in order, and immediatly a new character-type.. why not I've always loved Terry Pratchett and one of the names he uses is Ptraci... in the book she's a courtgirl in Egypt-like surroundings, ending up as pharaoh. I just liked the name. Appy's alter-ego Ptraci was born. Now I could also call her the viscious one, but that's not completely correct. For now she will be: The difficult one.

First the two technical comments I have... don’t turn your back and tell me that life sucks What exactly do you mean here, should the shadow (not turn it's back and) tell you that life sucks? Or should the shadow not turns it's back and by that, telling you that life sucks... errm I hope you know what I mean, and if you mean the latter (which I think you do, because of the last stanza), I propose that you use something like nor instead of and I'm sure someone else here could explain what I mean exactly in better terms, so please, feel free to do so! *looks at that one reader with the technical knowledge* Second.. 4th (or 5th if you count that one word as stanza) stanza. I don't feel that there's a need to use the plural form of memories here.. it disrupts the rhythm somehow, to suddenly jump to plural. Should you use memory than the image will stay just as strong, without disrupting any flow... just a proposal On to the .. errm.. non-technical comment. I very much like this poem, one of the reasons is.. well, it's something that I could've written, from the content point of view, and I think you did a great job with creating a sense of confusion, loneliness, and also defiance, acceptance, realisation... all of that. *sigh* always the most difficult part of a comment... I like the poem. And it's even better for knowing that you wrote this while staring at something outer-worldly... wish I had more to say here. *hugs* thanks for posting

*bounce bounce bounce bounce SCREEECH* Appy, who had been bouncing around the Cabaret Room, came to a screeching stop after passing the notice board *wiggle wiggle* Slowely but surely she manages to wiggle her skippybal backwards, and glares up at the notice *big eyes, read on, bigger eyes, read some more, GREED* Appy reaches behind her and pokes at the notice with her pen, leaving a neat drawing of a moose and small girl under all the other signer-uppers *nod, grin* With a satisfied nod and while grinning wide, Appy bounces off again, determined to make it to 20 rounds of the Cabaret Room without pause... this time OOC:

Miarna laughs softly and shakes her head at the foolishness of the boy in front of her. Jertam was almost five years younger than her, but he still insisted on trying to gain her love. And tried he did, every day since the first time that she bought some cooking herbs from him, now almost three years ago. “Really Miarna, it will be great! There’s this one spot where the sun hits the stones in such a way that they seem to glow from within, and –“ “But you know I always dine with my father, Jertam,” Miarna interrupts, before he can go into detail, “And we have done that ever since he retired, I can’t just leave him without food and the company of his only daughter now could I?” Jertam actually pouts and sighs, “No, I guess not. But I so wanted to show you, that moment always reminds me of you Miarna... everything reminds me of you.” A painful expression flashes across his face and he quickly turns around to rummage in a bag behind him. “I found this on the hill this morning, and thought you might like it..” his voice dripped with uncertainty while he turns around to show her what he has in his hand. It was the most delicate flower she had ever seen, its many pale blue and slender petals curving around a core as yellow as the sun, meaning it was almost white. “This is beautiful Jertam!” she notices her voice was a hoarse whisper and sees the smile of relief on his face. “It has the same colour as your eyes you see, that’s why I picked it up to...” his voice trails off again. Not looking straight at her he takes a deep breath and blurts out, “will you.. will you allow me to put it in your hair?” She studies his pleading eyes and decides that this once won’t hurt. The boy has a hard enough life as it is, getting up before dawn to gather the herbs which he and his father then sell on the market that day, well into the evening. They don’t ask much, and they don’t get much. From the look of their clothes and gear they gather just enough money to eat and drink, and sleep somewhere safe. “Alright, you may,” Miarna answers with a smile, as if doing him a great favour. Jertam’s eyes open wide, and only now does she realise that this would only kindle his hope that she’ll once be at his side, to share his life and love. But now it’s too late as he already gets up quickly and with nervous fingers fumbles the flower between a few strands of hair, just above her right ear. In a rare and empathic way Miarna’s hand reaches up and touches the flower gently. ‘Now why do I feel nervous too? Silly, no man has ever managed that, and Jertam’s not the one to start that now,’ Miarna thinks while avoiding to look at the young boy in front of her. She presents her sweetest smiles while walking off quickly “Thank you Jertam, but now I must be off; it will almost be dark when I get home now. Take care!” Without thinking she waves at him and as soon as she realises turns around. Walking with a firm cadence Miarna prevents herself from running.

Position filled, by lil' ol' me. Yay! \o/ Just thought I should mention that here, in case there are people out there who're considering if they should apply *dives behind her desk again and continues writing on her first addition*

\o/ evil stuff, making my head confused... Well done! *hugs*

Congrats Ayshela, well deserved I say!

Congrats

~ this place reservated for a comment from Appy ~ sorry, no head yet, but I do have a comment about this *goes out for a coffee first* *comes back after some wake-up rituals* Myum, coffee... Anyways, comment-time The start of this poem reminded me a whole lot of VanDikHout lyrics, very good About what Cerulean said: No, both the with and the By are necessary, since the translation of 'ingehaald' IS 'caught up with'... and the translation of 'Door' HAS to be 'By'.. it makes sense in the original Dutch version, believe me Very nice poem, I haven't really gone into nit-picking detail, I just like the overall feel of it (yes I used to be a VanDikHout fan ) Thanks for sharing *hugs*

*hugs warmly* With you in thoughts, in that special way we have. There's nothing more to say right now, just take care my dearest *hugs again*

That was fascinating, I enjoyed it a lot, thanks *huggles Katz to comfort her a bit*

I was also under the impression that the amount of matter isn't actually increasing, merely that the universe is expanding... that one I heard too yes Interesting theme of discussion, any physics around here?

*huggles the old old man* Hope you have/had a wonderful day. Keep in touch, miss ya...

And how is this not a poem I ask? Seems to me your muse hasn't abandoned you, merely redirected maybe. I enjoyed this at least, and isn't that why you post here in the first place? To share with others what you feel. I enjoyed it because it was a well written piece on something we all go through, some of us for a longer period of time, others forever (as it seems with me). It meant enjoyment for me to see that I'm not the only one with such thoughts, and I thank you for putting them in to words as to-the-point as you have here. Don't ever give up, and keep on listening, muses are never far away when you let them *hugs*

*adds another tacklehug* congrats

Oh my god did I miss pirate day? great news entry yui, mate!

Congratulations

congratulations! *a small girl hugs mynx around the knees*

I already liked it the first time, but after you revised it, it's even better. Love the simplicity of it And thanks for mentioning me, I'm glad to say though, that it's all your words only in the end, which is how it should be You should write poetry more often, Appy wants to see more

It's friday! And tomorrow it's saturday! \o/ Hope you all have a great weekend, even you Falcon, just admire the pretty things you DO see ~that's all folks~ -Appy

Welcom

Oh my, even I remember reading your posts on the old UBB, but I doubt that you know who I am. Nevertheless, hiya and good to see you here PS: that Detritus isn't by chance taken from the works of Terry Pratchett is it? 'Cause if that's the case you're a rather big, thick-headed troll *giggles* don't get me wrong tho, I love all of Terry Pratchett's characters

Welcom here

\o/ Thanks, well done! On a more official note: We're giving everyone until sunday to post their stories, and then from sunday till sunday to message us with found sentences. So: - Please post your stories before or on Sunday the 17th - From the 17th till 24th you can still search for the sentences *bounces off into yet another sunset* -The Two Dutchies