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Up in the starsI'm looking at the stars
wondering where you are
Which one are you?
The red or the blue?
I miss you so much.
My heart ache to see you.
Are you watching me?
See what I do
All the way up there?
I miss you.
I want you here beside me.
They say you won't come back.
But I still don't believe it.
I miss you...
Cheetah So Fast
Cheetah so swift.
The power that you have.
No one can withhold.
Faster than any man.
That walk on this Earth.
Your species are different,
from any of your kind.
You run so fast.
But we even the fastest
can be gone.
Fan-fiction Lesson 3: SettingSetting
Forest: It's an average day forest
Team Ueki's Hideout: A little cabin in the mountains
House of the Moon: A foster home where Crystal lives.
Team Sesame's hideout: A huge tree house and completely high -tech. This is where Team Sesame plan all their plots and battles.
Run down ally: An average ally where Ueki finds a puppy in a tree while doing his morning jog. They later on find Crystal in the rundown ally practicing out her powers.
Parking lot: Where the fight began with Team Ueki versus team Sesame!
Fanfiction Meme: Lesson 2Storyline Meme +Text+
This is simply a writing meme for all of the people who don't have the software/equipment to do a drawing meme!
(C) Idea Lienwyn.deviantart.com
1) So what is your genre/subject for this story? (I.e. vampires, squirrels, historical, fanfiction)
Law of Ueki fan fiction
2) Now, could you please introduce your main character(s)~?
Ueki (from Law of Ueki): He is a celestial human who was given the power to turn trash into trees. He is a really nice person who only fights for justice.
Crystal Hoshi ( from my Law of Ueki fan fiction): Is a regular human that was given the talent to turn pieces of clothing into any kind of plants. She is caring,but can be aggressive when someones out of line.
Ai Mori ( from Law of Ueki): Joined Ueki to prevented him to lose any talents. She received a power later one,but doesn't know what it is.
3) Could you tell us a little bit about the plot?
Team Ueki is looking for a fifth member for there team, they stubbly on a girl name Crystal Hosh
Fan Fiction Part 1: OutlineOriginal Story : Law of Ueki
Problem: Ueki can't find another team member for the tournament to get the Talent of Blank
Main Characters: Ueki, Rinko, Sano, Mori, Tenko, a girl ( Crystal )
- The team is looking for someone to join there group that wants to fight for justice.
- A team with a talents attack the group and while that try to save a girl with a talent.
- The girl with a talent doesn't know if she should join Team Ueki or join the team that try to attack her
- Team Ueki is unsure if the girl wants to fight for justice.
- Li-en decides to join team Ueki and the battle to find the talent of blank continues.
Team Ueki's Hideout
House of the Moon
My life is a waterfallMy life flows like a waterfall
No one seems to care
About the things that inspires me
To write, to read, nothing is fair
I wonder as I sit down
On my computer writing this
What to do
what to do
For nothing is coming to mine.
My life is a waterfall
No one seems to notice
My troubles fall down
happiness climbs up
On my waterfall ride.
stupid love poems for stupid boys.he was the
smoke in my
saved for when
i'm so lonely
that i cannot
but the problem
with giving your
heart to a boy
with a pack of
for ribs is that
he will want your
well– and after
all that blood and
blue lip kisses,
he will leave you
with a coughing
lighter and a
burnt tongue (but
it's really a great
Soles (Forest Girl)Soles (Forest Girl)
i didn’t believe in carving initials into trees.
i always told you that was corny to me.
i told you i was a city boy,
comfortable in car drafts
and gleaming lights
that dilute natural shine.
to the sight of airplanes,
police cars and helicopters
than anything else.
but you dreamed of wings
so much bigger than aspect ratio,
so much wider.
you were higher.
so that day you took me there,
i knew i was out of my element.
your forest stories teased me;
sitting on the edge of your shoe soles.
and that riverbank that you tiptoed on.
little smirk always flashing your white pearls
when you were whisking through this place.
holding my hand in a tight grip
as you gave me a tour of your hidden burrow.
i had never been so in--
and out of place before.
the atmosphere was brisk
glancing the hairs on my neck,
goosebumps rising on my skin
as i swore feathers fell from your shoulders.
purple streaks nuzzle orange bands
that hold together golden twines
homesick for childhoodshe was a carefree little girl
with smiles hidden deep down
in her pockets, and she'd only
give them out to the most deserving.
when the quarter hour of her life
struck, however, things changed.
her world was painted black
on accident, millions of shades
turned ashy due to a sickness
that breeds on those empty
spaces between words.
she was dropped into summer
covered in homemade scars,
and with summer, her innocence
was eaten away.
pinned to a bed
like prey, she watched herself
consumed into another
(this world is the 7 a.m. frost
left on winter windows.
and it scares me)
The Cracks Of RealityI traced the tips of my fingers over her porcelain
Felt the skin raise in bumps of sensation.
My mouth fit so well into the crook of her neck
And as her her eyes closed, her breathing shaky,
I found myself swallowing and my heart beating twice as fast.
As her hips rolled into me, as her nails clenched into the sheets,
She told me once more that she loved me, and I assured her I felt the same.
But then reality came, settling into the cracks of my fantasies.
And she slipped from my fingers.
And I was alone.
the days spent on the front stepsevery time you rip the lid off
the shell of styrofoam
questions your motives.
every secret you whisper into her naphthalene
stays there. it dies a little
as protein is scrambled. home is not a place.
her curve is ejected
as unidentified. it is bile
rolling back, the sheet of ebbing tide.
you always speak of horses
armoured, whisky clattering on their breath,
kingdoms burning and knights
riding off into the valley of deep sleep
you always speak of ships
leaving, pearly cord
as a farewell extending from coast
to hull forming an image of crying Mary
it shines in front of you
it calls out your name
The woman from ParisI took much pleasure in losing my way in Paris' morbid and dangerous streets,
Where sole the high arrogant walls whispered me words I was able to understand,
These stretches of granite trapped me like the grave I've always dreamt of.
The Ladies' ice-cold and distant beauty inebriated me with all the bitterness of temptation;
Under a dirty, driving rain, I gazed at them and suffered
While the parisian mist permeated on my heart its burning frostbites,
And hearses of madness couldn't stop from parading through my mind.
"Veux-tu voir la face cachée de Paris ?" - A slender voice dragged me out of darkness
The Seine flowed, flowed, flowed...And stopped.
Her voice, like a carillon, announced Summer's return,
The breeze blew the rain, the sun revived these leaves dead for centuries,
As if she saved me from a waking nightmare.
"Je t'en prie, ne me regarde pas comme ça..." - An embarrassed smiled was being painted on her magenta cheeks
That was her, th
when the day is done i'll be goneIn my fingertips is the devil
Daring me to touch what is not to be touched
And I care not, reaching through my own open ribcage
To touch what lies between inflating balloons that are my lungs-
In my ears echo your voice,
Begging me not to reverse the corruption in my heart
And I care not, reaching between my lungs to grasp my heart with my inked fingers
To release the sigil stitched deep into the veins of my heart.
but he loves meshe says, "sweets, pay attention:
just because he kisses the bruises on your skin,
don't make up for the fact he gives 'em to you."
Neutron StarPoetry alights on my heart like dew.
I wake up on a cloud
and the silver lining is my sun
shooting insight into my star-crossed eyes.
I swallow it with a dose of daydreams:
take as often as needed,
which is often as much as the Milky Way wants,
The cosmic doctor comes to visit
laughs at my insecurities
and cries at my confidence
and spins me around on my axis
until my cloud settles on my skin
where I'm fallen and nestled in bleary morning wildflowers
And the supergiant gone critical
and the moisture sapped from oceans of hope
in my verdant blanket.
I burrow deeper
into waking aether
pluck a quill from a dazzle-bird drifting by,
and sticking a spile into the skyflowers,
I pour my lifeblood ink
onto papyrus laced with whimsy.
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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