Background of this poem: Since I was last here in October of last year (and since the beginning of last year even), I went through a lot of change. I pretty much grew up, matured, but I'm still learning things. For those that I have caused pain, I am sorry. For those that caused me pain, there have been other things in my life that caused me more grief than what you did to me. It seems almost silly, even though it was so hurtful at the time. I'm pretty much coming to terms with who I am, and striving for greater things instead of keeping my head in the sand and letting pain anchor me down from growing further. But I couldn't do this alone. I have a second family, pretty much my adopted family, who've known me for about thirteen years now that took me under their wing and helped me out. I wanted to show them how grateful I was beyond measure, but didn't know how. So last Christmas we all decided to make handmade Christmas gifts. I ended up writing this poem, put it on fancy paper, put it in a frame, and gave it to them. They cried, then we laughed, reflected on what I've done, and it was fantastic. I wanted to share this on here, but it's taken a lot of courage to face this website. I don't know, I just feel a lot of anxiety and grief even though I told myself what happened here happened, and there's nothing I can really do to go back in time, rebuild friendships, start from scratch, anything. But you that knew me helped me grow too. Even though sometimes it was painful and hard, I grew. All of you that were an active role sometime in my life, you helped me. Thank you. I Was a Little Girl I was a little girl Who didn’t know much Who didn’t see love Who just couldn’t trust I was a little girl And you were a family Who opened arms of love To all, including me To the little girl who didn’t know much Who didn’t see love, who just couldn’t trust Who was afraid of a gentle, kind touch Who was sad, yet happiness was a must I was a little girl Who didn’t understand affection Who couldn’t accept help Who was blind, angry, no direction Open arms, though painful, wait Patient, thoughts of failing, but naught Through tough love, time, Savior’s touch Came home, forgiven, still learning I was a little girl And now a young woman Through gratitude give this Poem, for mending the rift You are a family Who knew a little girl Who knew what was inside And unwearyingly wait Through years will soon bloom And because of you Who knew a little girl Who had dreams to free I am a young woman And you are my family Who patched my broken heart Whom God will never forget For all eternity ∞
Hm, that's an interesting concept to think of life as a playable game. Makes Sims almost realistic-ish. Just a friendly critique, you might want to be careful about repeating words and phrases and change up the writing style a bit. For example, you repeated a lot of questions twice. It made me want to go "Get on with the story already!" Try little new ways of writing out your scenes here and there. I'm still learning that with my own stories. To me, in the beginning, it reads like "The soup was good, BUT it had too much salt." Now I'm just going to focus on the salt part instead of the soup being good. In this case, your character died. Game over. It's going to be hard to focus on other things surrounding that. If I'm making any sense here... Hopefully I helped... ish.
Changes can either make or break a person. Or create something far greater than what they've ever seen
I figured. ^^;
Nuuuuu, whyyyyy
I come back in May, and then I don't post till like July. :'D I'm sorry. For those of you who have talked to me before, I got a job in my desired field: Child Development. I'm working with 6 week olds to 6 month olds right now(though it's 2 months old to 10 months old right now) as a part time teacher. As soon as I pass a six month mark, and take one more class, I'll be a full time teacher and maybe advance to other age groups. Eventually I'll be studying American Sign Language and then after that I'll be perusing a bachelor's or master's in occupational or speech therapy. So yeah, my shift is from 12pm-6pm (sometimes 7am-6pm) so I won't be on much. But I'm happy to say that it's not my depression keeping me away this time, it's my job that I love. ^^ I'm sorry I fell out of touch with most of you. I had to remap my phone because I locked myself out, so I have yet to download Skype again (plus I got a whole new account. Most of you already have this new one though). You can contact me there. If you live in the USA, I'll be happy to text you if you're comfortable with that. Skype, texts, and tumblr is where I can talk to you the most. I might be working on a story and post it the Creative Corner, but other than that, I'll be active on and off. So no more RPs for me, at least for a while. (Sorryyyyy) Thank you for all the friendships and the great patience with me through the years. love and hugs to everyone, Maka
Uh... They were in a nuclear bunker? XDX or maybe one village was affected, and the sister village found their allied village to be affected? I dunno, I came up with this because PoH said it the war rp based stuff are over used... Which is true. XD
Thanks you guys. :3 a new idea came into my head though. What if there was a curse cast on this civilization, and the majority of the population turns into demons/creatures. The ones who weren't affected by the curse find an urge to kill those that have it? What do you think?
It's okay! I'm shy too sometimes. ^^ Will do! And yes, red looks great on ya! :3 Aw, well thank you very much, and yes. It's okay if we talk. ^^ (sorry for the late reply) Thanks, lol. XD Aw, thanks you two. *gushes* My bad. XD Hi there.
I'll make you into a pizza and make you eternal in my belly. :| Lol, but it's good to see you too. *hugs back* Message me for my Skype name. ^^ *is so forever squished* Oy. There goes my ribs. Awesome RPer? Sheesh, you're making me blush. >> I thought it was Myst, then Saxima, then Hyuge... So I had to cheat because my brain was confusing me. I know we ended on bad terms, but we can always start over.
So originally, I thought of this as a book idea. But the more I thought about it, the more I saw that it was better as an RP idea than anything. The Basic Storyline: So pretty much, we see in a lot of films and books that magic is good and that the humans have been ridiculing the magic world and fearing it so long. I was thinking to twist that image around; the magic people fear the humans and wage war on them. So I was thinking there has been a war for a long time and we're coming close to the end of the war. The humans are almost extinct, it looks like the magic people have the upper hand, and then something changes the tide. Don't know what exactly though, and I guess we can come up with that as we RP. Maybe they won't come up with it at all. The Catch: Humans CANNOT have any magical properties whatsoever. They can't wield a magic sword, any magic relics, nothing related to those things because they don't have that ability. Think of it as like the nonbenders in Avatar: The Last Airbender or Legend of Korra. They can make things to make it look like they can do magic, but they can't. (Also think of Wizard of Oz where the "wizararound. My Questions: So yeah, I have a lot of questions. If you can answer them in the post instead of saying "Oh yeah, this idea is great, sign me up" Lemme know how this would be a good idea in the first place so I know what the hell I'm doing. xD Should we just focus on the humans and their survival? Or should we focus on both sides? If we focus on both sides, should we have slots to limit how many people can sign up for each side? Should we start at the beginning of the war? Or near the end of the war as I said in the Basic Storyline? Do you think this would go in the advanced RP section? Regular? And why. Should we keep the restrictions on the humans not being able to use anything magic? Or let them have some freedom to flex and stay alive...? Actually now that I think about it, it might be more diabolical to just not let them use anything magical at all. lol. Is it going to be up to me to completely run the whole story? Or should we make it all together and rely on each other instead of depending on the creator to move us along? Are you interested in this story? Do you have any ideas to add on to what I have? Or have anything to completely change the story? Should I completely change the story? Or change it just a bit? And how. Thank you so much for your time and input in advance!
Thank you. :3 Amuary...? xD *didn't even look at the past usernames* That is my favorite scene. Thanks. ^^
To everyone really… To those who forgot, this is Maka. I left KHVs about five months ago because I didn’t think highly of myself anymore, which led me to think I wasn’t worth anyone’s time, which led me to think everyone would be better off without me, etc. Well guess what. I’m back. I don’t know how long because I’m planning to go to school and get a job working with little kids or kids with special needs, but I’m here. I changed. I’m not as dramatic as I used to be, and I’m doing a lot better with my confidence and pride. I know a lot of people care for me, most of you just didn’t know what in the world to do with me. And that’s perfectly okay. I know now how to keep my boundaries and where to stand. If we can be friends again, great. If not, that’s okay too. You have your life, and I have mine. I can’t please everyone, and that’s just something I have to live with. No one is really my enemy, and some aren’t even my friend. It’s just all neutral to me. I’m not perfect, I’m a human. I’m more than just a screen name and an avatar. There’s going to be a lot of mistakes from me, a lot of sorry’s, and a lot of other things that I don’t see yet. If I cause problems, I’m sorry. I’m not planning on dragging everyone down when I have an issue, or abandon ship when things don’t go my way. I learned that I can’t always run away from my problems. So here I am. If you want to reconnect with me, you can shoot me a PM or a VM. Otherwise I’m going to think you want to stay away from me and that you don’t want to talk to me. It’s not that I think I’m going to annoy you, I just want to respect your space and your time. To those who don’t know me, hi. I’m Scissor Dance now, but everyone knows me as Maka (the character from Soul Eater). That nickname has never changed for me no matter how many times I switch names, so yeah. I love to RP, write, listen to music, make music, learn music, eat sushi, drink vanilla bean frappichinos, I play the drums in a band, I think I’m too old for this website, but I’m still a kid at heart. :3 I also love to do voice impressions and make up my own voices too, and sing my heart out even though sometimes I’m off. EDIT: Ignore the poll. I have a black cat that loves to roll on the keyboard at the most inappropriate times. xD
Well, it's been five months about... wow.
Due to my absence yesterday, today is the end of the day, so it will be 5/5. Gives everyone a chance to get in what they want to say and then we're moving on. Also, I won't be on Skype for a while. If you need me, PM me or send me a VM. Otherwise, I'll try to keep everyone updated here. For future countdowns, I may not wait on others to post. If you get caught/die, you just lose a chance. Nothing too extreme. If you have questions, comments, concerns, post here or send me a message. Thank you everyone. EDIT I've been trying to hold back and keeping my mouth shut about this for a while now, but I'm pretty much at a breaking point. Pretty much, I think this RP isn't really going anywhere... It's hard to get anyone motivated to post, and it's hard to come up with stuff for everyone to do. As good as this idea was, I think it just had one unstable ring master to lead this on. I guess, I'm thinking of ending this all together. I'm not sure yet. It's not fair to those who want to continue though... So what do you guys think? For right now, I'm very upset and I can't stop crying. I'm going to try to go to bed. I'll check here in the morning... Everyone please end your days... See you...
Charles was astounded by what was coming out of everyone's lips. He was so baffled, he didn't even know what to say. He was being acussed of something he didn't do. He opened his mouth to speak-"That's enough." Dream Maker was standing there in the middle of the stairway. Her eyes were serious, there was no smile to her lips. She looked at each of the children, her eyes cold and unsettling. "I will give you not straight answer because you do not deserve one." One hand was on the railing of the stairway, the other was at her side. "This world feeds on your memories, your thoughts, your fears, your desires, your everything. It will only be happy if you make it that way. If you fight it, you will find yourself in a different house. Rules were broken, and thus consequences had unfolded. Be grateful that was all you faced today. Two had stopped more madness from happening than you can imagine. You will see them no more." She let her words sink in before she continued. "How to get out of this world? That is up to you to find out. My suggestion? Stay out of trouble, obey the rules, relax, and keep your minds at ease. The more you fight it, the more insanity you will face here..."
✴Day~55{3/4}☁Location~West Port, New Zealand☁✴ Kai pointed to his side. Two broken ribs. Brandon just had a concussion and some bruising. This whole angel healing thing, though, is mending me up pretty quick. The doctor's are already talking about releasing us. Elsie sighed out in relief. This was very good news indeed. She had a feeling the longer they stayed in one place, the bigger the disaster was going to happen... Whatever that was, she wasn't quite sure yet. Nor did she ever want to find out. You guys are okay though? The worst trouble you had was recruiting a kid? It must be weird having more normal people with. That Iris woman should be happy with the kid's parents having come along. The blonde giggled at the thought. "I hadn't really thought of it. Though he was looking for a job..." She scratched the sighed of her head and then shrugged her shoulders. "Oh well, I guess I'll ask for his age later. He ran away screaming for his mommy when I told him what was what... I thought I killed the recruitment..." Remembering something, Elsie bent over and scooted her backpack in front of her, unzipping it and started to dig around. "So how are you liking this new thing? You don't have to write everything out anymore. Well, almost." Elsie pulled out a brown paper bag and then glanced around to make sure there were no nosy nurses or doctors around. "I brought you some donuts," she whispered, handing the bag over to him. "I didn't know what kind you liked, so I just got everything. Cream filled, raspberry filled, glazed, sprinkles, chocolate, you name it. I know hospital food. They give you stuff that taste like old people mush." Elsie made a face to show her dislike for hospital food and then looked up at Kai. "Want some coffee or hot chocolate?"
Hey everyone. I've been out of sorts of late, so to keep myself contained, I'm going to stay off of Skype for a while. If you need me, just send a PM or a VM. Thank you, sorry for the inconvenience.
"What seems to be the problem?" Charles popped up behind Trevor and Leah with his feather duster under one arm while looking at the two with curiosity. He could see that Trevor was shaken up but Leah seemed to be calm. "Did something happen?" Butler Charles was quite at awe why the lad seemed so beside himself. This was suppose to be a happy place, not a place of frightened visions coming to life. Basil poked his head out of the spare room. No one seemed to be about. His shoulders slumped with relief and his cat poked his head out of his kimono. Basil looked down at him and smiled just a bit, scratching behind the cat's ears. The cat began to purr and Basil looked around the place. He swore he could hear crying from the girl's room... Suddenly worried about the girls he had talked to previously, Basil hurried over to the door of the place. He almost slipped on something and stopped, looking down. His eyes widened and his face paled. Blood... there was blood on the floor. And he stepped in it. Rubbing his foot on the nearest rug with disgust, Basil then dodged the puddles of blood around him and stopped in front of the girl's room. He saw that the youngest one was crying and that Analise was trying to comfort her. Something bad had happened... No wonder why none of children were out earlier. They were sucked into... Basil shook his head and timidly rapped on the door, looking inside with concern. He stood there with his cat, uncertain if he was allowed to come in.
`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´ The door to Cora's room opened slightly after Henrik knocked on her door a few minutes ago. Her hair was in her face, and there were dark bags under her eyes. "Good morning," she greeted with a yawn. She opened the door a little more and then retreated in her room to grab some day clothes."Arariel train hard... Told me to vake up. Then you here. Surprise." She didn't look at Henrik as she dug through her drawers and found a shirt, some jeans, socks, and other things. "Ve train? Vhere?... No mind, answer that when I out of bathroom." Cora walked passed Henrik and headed to the little restroom and shut the door behind her, locking it. Soon, she had stripped and changed into her day outfit so she could get training on the go. When she was done, she went to the mirror and groaned. She looked horrible. Arariel's training was going to be the death of her. Or maybe Henrik's was. She had no clue. She washed her face, brushed her teeth, combed her hair, and then emerged out of the bathroom with her bedclothes under one arm. "Ready vhen you are,"she said to Henrik with a smile and tossed her clothes in the laundry hamper in her room. `•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´
