I might as well. I'm horrible with this daily kind of thing (does anybody remember the 30 days where you had to post a video?) but it seems really fun (I said that about the last thing I joined something @__@)
They are going to compose a story, told from various different people or sometimes narrated 3rd person. I think it's going to be more fun, artistic and enjoyable, not to mention intriguing. I am totally not campaigning for User of the Year
1. (Freeverse) The Girl Who Knew No Christmas
Once there was a girl,
A girl who visited these lands when she was young.
She left out of spite and misery
Pretended she was
Travelling, Journeying
Searching for peace and love
But in reality, she only searched
For what she never had.
The guilty pleasures she kept in her heart
Drove her to envy and malice
Flame-headed and innocent
She started, naivety impeding her path
Anger dwelling
In the dark lair she calls her mind
Never had she any love
Save for her apathetic mother and forgetful father
Who, in retrospect
Were little to combat
Such jeers, such negative thoughts.
Never knew any Christmas,
Thoumaeus, girl of red hair.
2. (Rhyming) That Poor Little Girl
I knew when she was a lass
At dawn she would catch bass
At the little pathetic lake
She called her only break.
When she made cookies with me
I could not help but cry,
Could not help but sleep with the sheep
That night everything felt right.
Thoumaeus, sweet girl of rowan
What happened, what happened to my rowanberry?
I knew I treated you with neglection
I knew I was little of a mother for my little rowanberry.
Your father and I, although we got by
We missed you without comparison
There's still some cranberry pie
Waiting on the counter, topped with rosemary.
(I apologize for a) switching rhyming format after the first stanza and b) the last stanza not rhyming in the least, the only other thing I could think of was "marijuana" XD)
3. (Haiku) Desire
What she wants from here
Nobody knows, Intrigue floods
These streets filled with jolly.
4. (Limerick) Doubt
(I'm going to *try* to make this Anapaestic, based on the not-very-reliable information Wikipedia offers <__<)
Sensed something bad about her
It feels wrong to have her learn
What has changed with this town
When I saw her on the mound
To have her near, she isn't dear
To these streets she shouldn't be
5. (Enjabments) Knowlegde is Volatile
(I'm syllable-free! YAY!!!!)
I know
What happened the night
She appeared, as if out of
Thin air that was so sweet
But has turned so bitter
With rumors and malicious comments.
I know
Why she decides
To face this town that hates
Her, only her,
That wishes her gone
Wishes her suffering
Which is crueler?
I know
Why she braves her fears
Why she seeks this path
Of inevitable doom
She seeks to redeem
She's tired of hiding
She wants freedom,
Chains of guilt unravelling.
I know
They say I'm weak,
I'm a fool
But I could care less
I have this knowledge
I will confront her
Help her
For a know the feeling of being lonely
So,
I, Coyle, puny weakling of this town
Will stop thinking
And start acting.
6. (Acrositic) They Turn Blind Eyes
Stop pretending you don't see
You know it's happening
Don't deny it
I know you're hiding it
A poor girl is trying to feel content
Nevermind another's intent
I will not tolerate this.
Maybe you don't see
Baker I may be
Easy to say I'm useless
Trouble to convince the masses
That I can make a difference
Eavesdropping say I'm not popular
Regardless...I won't stand for this
Trouble to comprehend this
Hard to say I'll be heard
And I understand your defendance of your town but
Negligence won't improve it
You may be right
Of course it would cause a riot
Understand this poor girl's suffering.
(I couldn't resist. It was the first thing that popped into my head when I realized my first stanza said "SYDI")
7. (Doggerel) What is She Doing Here
I was at this pastry shop
Which sells these small
Really, really, REALLY
Tiny bagels
That taste like blue cheese
When I peek out the window
And through the falling snowflakes and cover of white (which, I should add, is similar to my cat's fur, except white because my cat's fur is black)
I see against the white, a flame-headed girl stands out
(Because we all know that red and white don't mix. Except for that one time when I saw this fat chick at the mall, who was wearing a really hot red & white coat that reminds me of my cat's fur, except red & white)
I said, "Oh crap, what is she doing here?"
I remembered what I said to her the last time
And I ducked behind the clerks cashier counter
He shrieked
And had a heart attack
I was stuck in a dilemna: Let the guy die, or bring him to the hospital at the risk of being spotted?
I decided what I said last time
Was far too frank
So I let the poor guy's little heart beat out
It's last little beats while I hid behind his counter
(Which is like my cat's fur, except harder, smoother and made out of granite and wood)
So then suddenly this prostitute
Comes in, snuffs her cigarette
I was incredibly surprised
I thought our town didn't have any prostitutes.
But then I realized
In a shocking revelation
That she had no cigarette, she was no prostitute
I was just my imagination.
She only seeked a Christmas gift
For tommorow's Christmas celebration.
Then I suddenly pondered
As the false-prostitute chick let out a shriek of her own
Whether Thoumaeus would show up at the party
It would be incredibly awkward if she came and we met faces.
Yet, I wished not to miss such fest
So, buttoning my vest,
I brought both to the hospital,
One I found on Craig's List.
That's it! Writing it was surprisingly fun, too. (Except for that stupid limerick--that was just boring and stupid and a nightmare to write. It isn't even real literature as far as I'm concerned.) Well, I'll subscribe to this thread *just* make sure I don't forget.
And remember kids, now you know who to vote for User of the Year