Sweetcherrie

Although I don't know you personally, and therefore have no idea what's behind this poem, it struck a chord.... *hugs* Thank you for sharing. Sweet

*sighs* I'm going towards my exam period and whish that I could just leave my worries at the door. Although I'm quite a serious student and love studying (most of the time at least) I can certainly relate to this. There were times when I just couldn't get myself to finish that last part of a project and made up an excuse towards my group or teacher for it, but I guess most students have this from time to time. Let's just hope that this student will manage once he gets to deal with life after school Sweet

First I'd like to say that this is a poem that touched my heart. The feelings of confusion that you experience are well translated, and the last stanza to me feels as if you look for affirmation. I stronly believe that there is not just one person in the whole wide world that can answer to our needs and desires. Furthermore, I think that these needs and desires change over time, and that the relationship needs to change with it. If this is not the case then how can this person still be "the one" for you? You are a warm and caring person, and I am certain that you will meet your prince, but he might just be riding a black horse instead of a white one. Try to look beyong the boundaries, and know that there are people here that will always be there for you. *hugs warmly* Sweet

wouldn't reading from right to left, and bottom to top, make Japanese books you have to read upside down?

Sweetcherrie looked at her tea stained clothes, it was nothing the washing machine wouldn’t get out.. “No problem, happens all the time it seems, I’ll just get changed, be back soon,” she stood up, walked towards the penkeep, and almost fell over the huge slug that was talking to a hippopotamus. She stumbled and was trying to find her balance back, when a hand seemed to come out of nothing and gave her just that little bit of extra support needed to stay up straight. “Oh sorry. Hiya Vene,” She said in her usual scatter brained way, and hugged him, “Glad you decided to come. Help yourself to a refreshment, I just need to get some clean clothes.” She walked inside and quickly changed into clean jeans and a clean shirt. Turning around she saw an enormous tiger standing at the window. When it looked at her and growled, she couldn’t help herself and started screaming. Venefyxatu was just about to get himself a drink when he heard a scream coming from the inside. Moving a little faster than usually, he went in to take a look and saw Sweetcherrie staring at a tiger, an action that was mutual. Sweetcherrie had heard Venefyxatu coming in, but didn’t dare look away from the tiger. The cat gave her a look that said “don’t even try to stop me, or else…” and put one paw on the windowsill. Venefyxatu calmly walked a bit forward, making sure not to make any sudden movements and stopped next to Sweetcherrie. He looked at the cat, then at Sweetcherrie and back at the cat. Speaking with his characteristically soft voice he addressed the cat, wondering whether it would be able to understand him. He knew cats were intelligent animals, and loved them as well, but this one looked ... a little bit different, besides a lot bigger of course. "What on earth are you doing there?" The tiger looked back at the necromancer; “How come I understand you?” he said and seemed to frown. “I should have know better than to come to these weird surroundings,” the cat mumbled, and growled at Sweetcherrie who was slowly trying to move away from the room and get behind Venefyxatu. She too liked cats, but this one didn’t seem too friendly to her. "You are in a magical keep in which values such as love, politeness and respect are upheld. And in which many experiments go wrong ... sometimes unexpected things happen here." “Hmpf, well, you’ll probably understand that a tiger like me can’t stay then.” He put his other paw on the windowsill, and got ready to jump. “No!” Both tiger and necromancer looked where this sudden outburst had come from. It had been Sweetcherrie who had found her voice back, “I mean, you’re more than welcome to join the party, people are all very friendly here, and I’m sure that there are some that would love to meet you.” Sweetcherrie was thinking of Mynx or Katzaniel who seemed the perfect people to speak to this cat. The tiger roared and took one step towards her, “So tell me, what’s on the menu?” Sweetcherrie took another step back. “Now now, no need to act this grumpy,” Venefyxatu’s soft voice sounded, “It seems to me that something is bothering you, is there something we can do to help?” The cat calmed down a bit by hearing the soothing voice, seemed to think about this question and finally he sat down, “Now that you mention it, my left paw has been hurting and, well, I guess that’s what makes me so grumpy” He stuck out his large, but fluffy paw to Venefyxatu so the necromancer could investigate it. A big thorn was sticking out of the soft flesh, and it was obvious that the animal must be in pain with every step it took. “Hmm…. Can I?” Venefyxatu took the paw in his hands and with one big pull he removed the torn, the tiger roared of pain and it was a good thing that the necromancer had backed away already, because he would have been seriously hurt otherwise. The grumpy tiger jumped out the window. When Sweetcherrie and Venefyxatu slowly approached the window, they could see it running away in the distance. “Phew, he could have been a bit more grateful to be honest, but I’m glad he’s helped…. and gone,” Sweetcherrie said, “Shall we go back to the party now?” Venefyxatu nodded and together they walked back into the garden.

1) Appy 2) dinosaur 3) motivating 4) Venefyxatu 5) thirsty 6) scarf 7) a camel Southpole 9) Eifeltower 10) enormous 11) teabags 12) rocking 13) lamppost 14) chocolate milk 15) Britney Spears 16) flip flops 17) remote control 18) purple 19) hands 20) computer

I'm still playing with the words in this one, drummondo pointed out to me already that "how it's begun" doesn't sound entirely correct. Staring into the burning golden sun Have you forgotten what you embarked on? Forgotten where to start Into this would-be world without a heart It is too easy to get lost within contemplations Too easy to forget the revelations Not sure if that change would do the rhytme any good though... Any comments would be welcome

Gazing at those flickering silver stars Have you forgotten who you are? Forgotten who you were Into this world of light and fear It is too easy to let yourself drown in sorrow Too easy to just let go of tomorrow Lonely rogue, drifter in the world of unknown Lift me higher into the heavens Into those worlds of fantasies you roam Staring into the burning golden sun Have you forgotten how it’s begun? Forgotten where to start Into this would-be world without a heart It is too easy to get lost within contemplations Too easy to forget the revelations Lonely rogue, drifter in the world of unknown Take me away from this hell Into those worlds of dreams you roam Walking on the surface of this surreal earth Have you forgotten what it’s worth? Forgotten your true value Into this world of you and only you It is too easy to flee away from the temptation Too easy to curse this ruined civilization Lonely rogue, drifter in the world of unknown Carry me into Nirvana Into those worlds of illusions you roam Lonely rogue, drifter in the world of unknown Claim me into your dreams Into those worlds of passion you roam

Hmm...how can you think you're no good at this, while this poem obviously comes straight from the heart. It hurts reading that you feel this much pain inside, but it will get better with time. *huggles warmly* Just hold in there, and you can always poke me when you need someone to listen

Lane says: “Hiya ” Marco says: “Hi” Lane says: “How are you today?” Marco says: “Pretty good, you?” Lane says: “Not too bad actually, just finished that project for school.” Marco says: “Cool, I still need to start ” Lane says: “Don’t worry, I’ll send you mine and it’s not that difficult really.” Marco says: “Thanks Hey, did you hear the news the other day?” Lane says: “What news?” Marco says: “That little girl that was kidnapped” Lane says: “That happens daily, not that it’s a good thing, but most of the times you don’t even hear about it.” Marco says: “True, but this story was so strange. The little girl showed up at school and during class she had to go the toilet, and never came back.” Lane says: “ ” Lane says: “How old was she?” Marco says: “Only 9 years old, the funny thing was that apparently she had told her mom that morning that she was scared to go to school.” Lane says: “Eeek, that is bizarre.” Marco says: “*nods* I hope that this girl will be ok” Lane says: “Hmm..I have another window flashing, give me a sec.” Marco says: “Sure, no problem.” Kyrina says: “Can you help me?” Lane says: “Hi?” Lane says: “Who are you?” Kyrina says: “I’m lost, please help me.” Lane says: “I can’t help you if I don’t know who you are.” Lane says: “This is so weird, this person wants me to help her, hehe, or him.” Marco says: “Oh? Who is it?” Kyrina says: “I need help, he will do it again.” Lane says: “Who will do what again?” Lane says: “I still don’t know, she doesn’t reply to my question.” Lane says: “How can I help you?” Kyrina says: “I’m in the basement. He touches me….and it hurts” Lane says: “What basement? Where? Who are you?” Marco says: “Probably some random weirdo, just block the address.” Kyrina says: “My name is Kyrina, and I think I’m at school.” Lane says: “You’re at school? What are you doing there at this hour?” Lane says: “She seems really scared, and also young still.” Marco says: “Haha, I wouldn’t be surprised if it was a fifty year old man, who typed in your name randomly ” Lane says: “Do you happen to know what the name of that girl was that was kidnapped?” Kyrina says: “I can hear him coming, he will touch me again. Please help me!….Help ME!!” Marco says: “hmm…it sounded like Katrina or something. Why?” Lane says: “ Could it have been Kyrina?” Lane says: “Where are you?” Kyrina says: “It’s dark here and cold..and…and there is water on the floor. You have to help me, please?” Marco says: “Could be, why?” Kyrina sends school.jpg Accept, Decline? Lane says: How can I help you?” Lane says: “Because this person is called Kyrina, and she’s asking for help.” Marco says: “ Did you ask how old she is?” Lane says: “How old are you?” transfer of school.jpg complete Kyrina says: “He’s coming, Please help me, please, PLEASE, HELP ME, NOOOOOO.” Lane says: “Wait!” Marco says: “and?” Lane says: “Wait a sec, opening the file she send me…” Marco says: “Hmpf, I hope you’ve scanned it on viruses.” Lane says: “Don’t be stupid, she sounded very scared.” Lane says: “omg” Lane says: “OMG!!!” Marco says: “???” Lane says: “I think we need to call the police….” A ver, very weird dream...and this cannot reflect the feelings when I saw that colour picture apear on my screen in my dream. Feelings of disgust and sadness overflowed me. Maybe I'll get back to this one day, and turn it into a proper story, but for now I can only get it to this oh well, here goes nothing *clicks Post New Topic*

Sounds like an ode that Appy could have written, she wuves the brown stuff as well.

hmm...better late than never Congratulations

hmm...since when do we read from right to left here then?

So which country did we travel to all of a sudden?

Happy Birthday

"if you miss the goal you are still high"

Happy birthday

"I might repeat to myself slowly and soothingly, a list of quotations beautiful from minds profound - if I can remember any of the d*** things." Dorothy Parker lol, I think this will become my favourite quote of all times

wouldn't her pirate just steal new knitting needles if the first set bends?

Sweet took another sip from her drink, and could almost feel her bladder filling up. She pushed her legs hard together and hoped that it would go away. She glanced around the table and saw that they were all looking at her, she wriggled in her chair, but the feeling of having to pee became more urgent. "Erm...can someone tell me where the toilet is?" She gave up fighting against nature, "I really need to go." She smiled at Mynx that was sitting across from her. "Next to the bar, down a small hall, third door on the right from females, second for males. and the first room is the wine celler" Scoof Dog answered. "Thanks, I'll take these with me," and she stuck her two cards in the frontpocket of her red dungarees, took off her cowboyhat, and carelessly threw it behind her on the table. She heard a thud, followed by the sound of something that was rolling of the table. she turned around and saw that Patrick had been just fast enough to catch the glass that had been rolling of the table. Sweet grinned at him, "Oops, sorry" and skated towards where Scoof Dog had told her where the toilet would be. She rolled down the hallway, and skated inside the ladies toilet. She went into one of the cubicles and made sure to lock the door. Sitting down she put her hand in her pocket, and when it emerged she was holding a little creature inside it. The golem that Gryphon had given to Sweetcherrie was unfolding itself in her hand. "Now I would like you to make sure that nody is cheating tonight, and if they do you report it back to me. I will makes sure to drink so much that I need to go to the toilet regularly. Now go, and make sure you won't be seen." She lowered her hand and the little creature jumped of it and sped away, handily staying in the shades and out of sight. "Now a diversion for him to get in place," Sweet mumbled and skated out the toilets. She slowly rolled past the door of the winecellar, and suddenly had an idea. She opened the door and looked inside. Big wooden winebarrels were standing on one end, and on the other was a large cupboard filled with bottles of different sizes. She skated inside and looked around, and saw something glowing in the corner, and decided to have a closer look. Just behind one of the big barrels there was a cherry red, glowing marble-shaped shard lying on the floor. Sweet decided to pick it up, it would go nicely with the rest of her collection of marbles, and put the glowing shard with her cards inside the front pocket of her dungarees. She rolled out of the room again to get a head start, and skated back inside with more speed then before. She skated faster and faster, held her hand in front of her, and flew straight into the cupboard with bottles. The cupboard rocked dangerously, and one after the other the bottles started falling out. Like a domino effect there were bottles rolling over the shelves, knocking over the ones that were still standing. A deafening popping noise of falling bottles followed, and the cupboard fell over with an enormous bang. Sweet chuckled, happy that he plan had succeeded, this noise must have been heard by the other players. She quickly put on her "I'm so verry sorry" face, and sat down, pretending that she had fallen over when bumping into the cupboard.

I'm sooo going to enjoy trying to get those pokerfaces wiped off your faces Oh, and just to besure, I have entered and will be playing as Sweet. Her character description can be found here

Sweetcherrie looked at how professional everybody looked, and started to panic, "What did I start?" she thought, "I don't know how to do this." She looked around the circle and saw all those serious faces, and when she saw the Almost Dragon sitting next to her she got cold feet. "If you will please excuse me, I need to...erm...I..erm..I forgot something." With these words she ran out, leaving the other people sitting at the table with confused looks on their faces. Back at her room in the penkeep she sat down on the bed, and was close to tears. "Well, that was pretty smart of yourself, now you've dissapointed a lot of people, and on top of that you made a fool out of yourself." She loked around the room, saw her age machine, and suddenly had an idea. She stood up and walked to the machine, mumbling, "This could work...Sweet is normally not affraid of anything.." She took her decision, and turned the dialer to 12, and pressed the GO button. 15 minutes later...... Sweet roller skated into the Tempel of Shards, she wanted to be sure she had a good place at the table, and was flying in at high speed. Unfortunately she was going a little bit fast and, instead of stopping at the table, she just bumped into it and was launched into Patrick's arms. "Hiya, hope I'm not too late," she said with an adoring smile. On her head was a ridiculously big cowboy head that kept drooping over her eyes, and around her waist she was wearing some fake guns. "I'm taking over for the tourney people, hope you don't mind?" She sat down at Sweetcherrie's chair, and continued babbling, "I know how to play this, don't worry, it's almost like Yatzee, only you get to swop once instead of twice. Can I have a glass of that?" With this question she was pointing at the bottle of gin that was standing on the table. Umbra took the bottle, poored a glass, and shoved it towards Sweet. She took a sip and immediately splurted it all out again, all over Parmenion, "This is not lemonade, are you guys that affraid of me that you're trying to poison me straight away?" She glanced aroun the table, and her eyes only met the looks of serious faces. She swallowed, and decided that she would have to try extra hard to make these people look a bit happier by the end of this game.

Dana saw and heard the comments of Gryphon, but didn’t have the presence of mind to react. She was overwhelmed with what she had seen, felt and heard, but at the same time pleasantly surprised to find out that there were so many experienced mages around this place. No doubt she would be able to learn a lot from them. With a flash of pain an image of her former teacher drifts in mind, he would have liked her to continue her studies of the flows. She would try and honour his spirit by learning as much from these people as she possibly could. As she notices that her help is no longer needed she quietly retreats, and leaves the room to discover the rest of this new world.

Garrick was walking fast, mindlessly taking care not to step on any of the excrements that were scattered on the streets in this part of town. He was on his way to meet Larusso’s parents, and they lived in a part of town that he always told his daughter to stay away from. His head was racing, first he would give his condolences to the kid’s parents, and then he would go back home for a night out with his daughter. With all this running around, trying to locate that idiotic cult, he’s hardly had time lately to spend with his daughter. Garrick was feeling slightly guilty about this, but he also knew that his daughter would end up just fine. He smiled to himself, he was lucky to have a daughter like this, she had been so understanding when his wife had died, and she also understood that he had been needed elsewhere. Tonight they would have diner together, and he would listen to what she’d been doing lately. With his mind wrapped up in these thoughts he forgot where he was going for a moment. And he bumped into one of the many beggars that lived in the city. He wanted to apologize and walk on, but the man clamped on him like an oyster that had shut its shell. “You need to know!” The man shouted. He was clad in rags and from one of his eyes puss was streaming over his filthy face. His dirty hands grabbed Garrick at his coat, and the one good eye stared in his with hysterical madness. “The dark is coming and it will swallow us!” The beggar was screaming now, and his voice sounded as if someone had rasped it against a cheese grater. “What the hell are you talking about, and would you please let me go” Garrick tried to remove the grasping hands, but they only closed tighter around the fabric. He felt disgusted by the man, and at the same time he had the eerie feeling that this might be something worth listening to. “They live in the dark, and I know where” The beggar’s voice had dropped to a raw whisper, “I can bring you, but I want dinero, lots of it” saliva flew in Garrick’s face as the man spat out the last words. “Fine, if you now let go we can discuss this somewhere quiet” He had barely said these words as he felt the body going limp in his arms. The beggar’s eye stared at him with a blank look, and Garrick almost fell over under the dead weight that was now clinging on to him. He sank to his knees with the body slumped in his arms. A little feathered dart was sticking out of the man’s back, and when he took a closer look he could smell the stinging scent of mescaline penetrating his nose. He glances around in vein for the murderer, and then decided to leave the body where it was. He would send some of his men to give the beggar a pauper funeral, and have them investigate the murder and the dart. He gently put the body against a house, and with a last look he hurried onwards to his meeting, now having other thoughts to trouble his mind.

Probably not the best rhythm nor the best rhyme, but it felt good to write this and get it out of my system. We all carry our history through time Who are you to say That yours is heavier than mine I need not know about the pity stories Your problems with the world What I want right now Should go untold Did you even pay attention When I let you see What it really means That you are there for me You who are my heart Should know better than the rest That my feelings and emotions Are not there to test Raw intentions tear me up Leave me without breath Left for words Slowly bleeding to death I only have myself to blame Only have myself to scorn It’s too late My soul is déjà forlorn Mind, body and spirit Joined as one Betrayed my whiter half And all reason is gone How could I lose all hope into this dark pool Lose myself and feel like such a fool How can my emotions be tied So strongly to yours Our histories Tightly entwined at their core