Intro~ Hello all! My name is Jackiee (Jackie or FireBoltDragon [long story] works to!) and instead of creating individual threads for all my little works I decided to just create one thread work room for them all. Why a whole room? Because I need a whole room for a desk and inspiration, that's why! emotion_donotwant Anyway, if you have any questions or comments, please feel free to post (after my reserves) or shoot me a PM. It took a lot for me to work up the gall to actually post these, so please be nice. Also, it should go without saying, (and not like anyone would want to with my work) ABSOLUTELY NO STEALING!!! Or, if you would rather the technical term, NO PLAGIARISM!!!!! These are my original works, if you need to/would like to use them PM me and I can give a name to quote.
Table of contents~ 1.Intro, TOC, announcements (you are here) 2 poetry 3.Prose 4. Random short things for my own purposes 5. Random inspiration things 6-10. Reserved (because God only knows what I will do in my beautiful little work room twisted )
Announcements~ Update:(2/5/14) So I did well in preliminary rounds for the poetry recitation (I ended up reading Soar) and I am now moving on to the next round with a new poem (not yet posted, I may or may not post it...). Also, very recently I started a rather odd writing "challenge" for myself to pick out more on my strengths and weaknesses in both prose and poetry. Next week I start, and I will be writing kind of a children's poem next week, then children's prose. I picked the order in which the genres will go by the genres I think will be my weakest being first.
If anyone would like to, I currently (please note, keyword: currently) have no intention on creating graphics to make this thread pretty, so if someone would like to make some, they are more than welcome to wink Also, a final note, LOTA, LIIIIIVVVVVEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 8:35 pm
Poetry~
"Soar" Important note: Long story short, I have actually been asked to perform (with feeling of course) this one or the next poem ("Fun Facts") for a compition, and would very much like some input as well as some insight on which I should preform.
Fly, fly butterfly Up above the world so high, Down here it's do or die, All of us fighting just to get by, Fly, fly butterfly.
From punks on the street, To rich people with nothing to fear, To children with nothing to eat, To missionaries spreading the word, It's a war down here. Fly, fly butterfly.
We create for ourselves, A little box of perfection, And anyone who isn't in, Is out. As if being born that way, Was some kind of sin. Fly, fly butterfly.
Little devils whisper in ears Saying "You can't" and they believe it to. Women think themselves ugly, Men simply destroy things, And people try to kill themselves, Thinking no one will shed any tears. Fly, fly butterfly.
Fly, fly, butterfly, Although your wings may break, And the journey will be hard to make, Just keep going. Be the light to the darkness, Show your colors even if it means You don't fit into this gloomy world. Be who you are, Because the world needs to change. Looking at the depressing walls We build between each other is getting old. So break out of your wall, And soar above the influence.
Fly, fly, butterfly, It's do or die.
"Fun Facts" Important note: Ode to quiet kids/misunderstood people every where! I really do love this one, especially the power and repetition, but I don't think it has as much of a flow as "Soar" does. Please let me know what you think!
Did you know that the machine shark used in "Jaws" was named Jaws? Did you know that star fish really don't have brains? Did you know my favorite animal is a shark? Did you know blue is my favorite color? Did you know did you know all I want to do with my life is make my mark? Did you know that I am afraid of failure? Did you know I am sick and tired of hiding behind all these "fun facts" As if the real me isn't good enough?
Whoops... I guess I let it go... I let you see a glimpse of the me, That I am too afraid to show...
Why? Why am I afraid to let you see me, For me? Why am I so afraid to tell you I have trust issues? Why am I so afraid to believe that love is real? Why am I so afraid to express myself? Why am I so afraid to let you see the real me?
The me hiding behind those books, And these glasses, The me who doesn't shut up, The me who cracks jokes at every corner, The me who isn't always happy, The me who worries constantly, The me who feels like a failure consistently, Yeah, that me. The me, who hides behind all these "fun facts"
I feel like I know me, But do I really? Have I been hiding behind all these "fun facts" For so long that, Piece, by piece, Bit, by bit, I've destroyed myself. Why? Why did I destroy... Me?
"Hot air" Warning: on the touchy subject of bullying
My body feels heavy, Like stone, I can hear them moan and groan, Complaining about their cuts, Cuts that sliced to the bone.
It has been said: "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt." I believe it is true, Full heartedly, No one should ever feel they need the acceptance of others to accept themselves, We are each, naturally, a perfect picture according to the perfect plan.
A perfect picture which God made in his own image, Why would that be anything less than perfect?
Even for those who are nonreligious, And thus, in a sense, religious in their own nonreligious title, Are beautiful and perfect, For beauty and perfection, Like normalcy and oddities, Are simply, Man made.
Does it hurt when hot air is blown into someone's face? Unless one is talking about the hot air from a plane, A hot air balloon or car, rather than pathetic hot air made from from humans who, In call you imperfect, Are saying the same exact thing to themselves.
I am not against bullying, I am, however, Against stupidity. And to let another human being, Tell you, or anyone for that matter, That they are less than perfect, Is utter stupidity. It's all just hot air, Why let it hurt you?
Like it or not, Admit it or not, You are perfect, In your own human way.
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 9:08 pm
Prose~
I'm still a bit paranoid about posting things, especially prose, so I probably won't be posting anymore then intros here for a long while, maybe forever razz
Chapter 1: The New Kid Important note: Trust me, this story isn't going where you think it will... Although you may never know what happens ninja I'm really considering putting this into third person limited instead of first, please let me know what you think!
Burning, burning black fire, so much burning black fire. I was engulfed, surrounded, I should have been fed, but I simply stood numb in the center of it all. Above me lightning struck across the sky. Suddenly I was jerked up, but I felt numb, my body just went with it. My limbs were just heavy, useless lumps attached to my body. They couldn't do anything. Useless. Why? Why did I feel like this? I couldn't remember, my brain felt like it was filled with clouds. I was useless.
It was only a matter of moments before I realized whatever it was that was some kind of creature lifting me up. Then I see something- something is moving in the fire.
Suddenly- I see it, a whicked otherworldly smile. My heart suddenly ached, my lungs burned, my skin crawled, my brain froze. I felt like I had suddenly been hit by a train burned alive, drowned, and frozen, all in the same intense moment.
Suddenly I sprung up, my lungs gasping for air, sweat beading on my forehead, and the dark feeling of the freezing cold, but burning fire still stung my skin. I was alone in my room. It was dark. I clearly hadn't screamed or my parents would be there already. I was all alone, just the way I liked it. A deep sigh escaped my lips as I fell back into my bed. Another night with no sleep. Whoop de do...
I flopped into my bus seat. I wished I could drive, but, since I was only 15 and only had my permit, I couldn't do that. So, I braved the bus still, although it was only another month or so before I was 16. It wasn't like the bus was bad, once my head phones were plugged in, it was just an annoyingly long ride. Once my head phones were in I simply stared out the window like I always did, but about 15 minutes before I reached the school, my routine was disrupted.
Usually a new kid was no big deal, but when the newest new kid stepped on the bus, it was world shaking. He was hot. H-O-T. Hot. I usually wasn't the kind of girl to take note in that kind of stuff, I tried my hardest to dedicate my life to studies, and didn't really want to date until I was out of collage. This was the kind of guy that made me want to change my mind.
His hair was kind of a dirty blonde and spiked. He wore jeans and a T-shirt, but still managed to look like a movie star. His arms were bulky, but not to a point that he looked like he could wrestle a bull to the ground or anything crazy like that. I couldn't help but wonder if he had a severe six pack hidden under his loose shirt. I guessed that he did. I felt so girly staring at him, but I couldn't help it.
It only made matters worse when, of course, he sat next to me. My heart felt like it was going to bust out of my chest. I just knew that I was blushing.
"Hi, Eric." He said, offering his hand out for an awkward hand shake.
"Jade" I replied, after taking my headphones out of my ears, shaking his hand. His grip was firm.
"What grade are you in Jade?" I silently wished he would just shut up so I could just go back to my zone and forget he was even there.
"I'm a junior."
"Really? You look so young."
"Yeah, I skipped a grade."
"Wow, that's cool. I'm a junior to."
"That's cool"
Finally, silence fell, at least as much silence that could be between two people on a bus full of crazy kids.Sweet relief.
I thought my day with super star Eric was over, and it was, until the bus drive home. At first it was a relatively normal bus ride, this time I was careful to sit by one of my fiends on the bus, so he couldn't sit by me, although he seemed a bit disappointed by it when he ended up sitting next to a cheer leader girl who had her mind in the gutter. I felt a little bad. Still, even at such a distance I couldn't help my eyes from shifting back to him and my heart from racing. In attempts to stop myself from looking at him I let my light blonde hair out from it's pony tail and allowing it to drape over my face.
At a first glance some people saw me as one of those preppy witches. I had the build of a cheer leader (except for a few extra curves) and the bright blonde long hair to. Although, I wore dark colored clothing, mostly T-shirts and jeans, because I didn't really care what people thought about me. In fact, I actually hung around the people titled 'goth' way more then I hung out with my preppy 'friends' from church. Don't get me wrong, I loved God, and church in general, but the people, not so much...
My thoughts of cliques were disturbed when I heard an odd noise through my blaring music. I pulled my head phones out and peaked over the seat. Noting that the bus had stopped I stood and began to walk to the front of the bus. Only then did I realize what the odd noise had been- silence. I realized I was the only person moving. I looked around, baffled. I didn't understand what was going on. I didn't get to either. Suddenly everything was moving again, and the bus collided head on with, absolutely nothing. It was if the bus suddenly hit an invisible brick wall, it imploded, myself and many others still inside.
It was an odd sensation, being in a bus which was collapsing into itself due to some unseen wall. I was in the center of the bus, but, despite natural human instinct I rushed forward in a microsecond to protect the young kinds in the front of the bus. Yes, I admit, I had some selfless moments on occasion.
If course, I presumed by doing so I would die, but, both my luck, and my bad luck didn't let that happen. I stepped in front of the kids, metal closing in faster then the eye could see, but still oddly slow. I closed my eyes as I huddled with a group of preschoolers, presuming my end would come soon, but it didn't. Intact, the word fell silent again. Still, I did not move, and I did not open my eyes.
When the silence continued, I figured I was dead, but a quite sobbing came from one of the kids and I knew I was not. I began to open my eyes, my right one first, then the left one. I tried to stand up strait, but melted metal prevented me from doing so.
It took me a couple moments to realize what had happened. The bus had unnaturally formed a small room like thing in the from to middle part. The room was completely secluded, like a horrible dome had dropped down and protected myself and some if the others. At first I though everyone was fine, until I felt something sticky trickle down my arm. I knew what it was without looking. Blood. I didn't want to turn around, but I had to know just what I was dealing with. I took in a deep breath and slowly turned around. There, caught by the melted metal, was the severed arm of the bus driver. A slight sequel escaped my lips, but I managed to contain myself. I had to get the kids out.
I managed to find a weak point in the metal dome and had begun to rigorously attack it. I thought it was doing us little good, until I heard a banging sound come from outside. My heart skipped a beat, a rescue team, it had to be a rescue team. It wasn't long before a hammer busted through the metal, making a hole about as big the windows had been on the bus. At first I smiled brightly, glad to be saved, but then a man with a mask on peered through the hole and my heart sunk.
"Send the kids out one at a time, they will safely be returned home, but do not come out yourself."
I took a deep breath and nodded before helping the kids out one at a time. Once the last kid was out the small hole I couldn't help but nearly collapse on the floor, exhausted. I stood back up when I heard a gruff laugh from outside. "The room is going to fill with gas now. Don't fight it." The man's said, his tone making it clear that it was a command, not a suggestion, I had no more energy to fight it with anyway.
Sure enough, a hose was put into the hole nd the impossible metal room filled with gas. Once darkness began to appear at the edge of my vision, I heard shouting outside. One was undeniably Eric's. Even though I had only met him once, his house had a certain smoothness about it that made it easy to identify. "Eric?" I asked, but I knew no one heard it. It wasn't too long after that before the darkness fully engulfed me, like the flames from my dreams had been for the past month. "She is ours! She rightfully belongs to the dark!" Was the last thing I heard.
Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 9:24 pm
My random little things~ Some of this may be in "Jackiee language" as I (and many others) have deemed it, please do not worry if it is understandable razz These are also my original works/things, so the same rules apply of course.
Random small 'almost poetry':
I have digressed, Not progressed, Because of things, Society has so stressed.
Notes to self/other:
Wolf Prophet
Severe WIPs:
None at the moment
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 9:41 pm
Inspiration~
Quotes:
"Shoot for the stars, at least if you miss, you'll land on youranis (the planet)" -Josh Shipp
"'I can't' said the ant.'well try' said the fly" -anonymous
"Being a leader means rising to the bottom" -anonymous
Songs:
Roar- Katy Perry Stand up- Flobots Prelude 21 12- AFI Hey brother- Avicii Wake up- Avicii Counting Stars- One republic Hall of Fame- The Script
I love that you've created your own little work room here! Very good idea! Hopefully others follow your example smile I'm looking forward to exploring and seeing what other works you create. Have fun!
Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2014 1:41 am
Glad you like it! ^^
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Posted: Wed Feb 05, 2014 8:30 pm
Update: So I did well in preliminary rounds for the poetry recitation (I ended up reading Soar) and I am now moving on to the next round with a new poem (not yet posted, I may or may not post it...). Also, very recently I started a rather odd writing "challenge" for myself to pick out more on my strengths and weaknesses in both prose and poetry. Next week I start, and I will be writing kind of a children's poem next week, then children's prose. I picked the order in which the genres will go by the genres I think will be my weakest being first.
