The Writer's Marathon

[Leon G]

Ok. I made a poem in school. I suck eggs at poetry, but I want to enter everyday and I want to shake it up. So here.

Spoiler: Terribly written poem about Parrots 

Anna and the Parrot
Anna turned 7 in May
It was such a glorious day,
She had family and friends
(With rich dividends)
Who threw her a party, Hooray!

The pizza flavor they had was carrot
Meat lovers had to grin and bear it
And when it was present time
The gifts were sublime!
And someone gave Anna a parrot.

"Parrots? That's like totally ew!
I might even catch that thing called Bird Flu.
She abandoned the bird,
No one said a word,
But the bird knew just what to do.

When it become the midnight hour
The bird started to glow with power
He flew to where Anna stayed
Peacefully in bed, she laid.
He cawed and she woke up, feeling sour.

"Oh no!" she cried "It's you!
What are you going to do?
Peck out my eyes?
Make me die?
I'm sorry I left you! Boohoo!"

The parrot had no sympathy for brats
He even preferred nasty rats
He flew towards the child
Sent her into the wild
"Stupid bird. Where are we going?" she spat.

He then took her to his home
Where parrots are free to roam
She was in great awe
and let out a caw
And her mouth began to foam

Feet? Claws! Arms? Wings!
Mouth? A beak! Anatomy? Parrot things!
The parrot watched her transformation,
all while feeling the same sensation.
The parrot, now a girl, began to sing

"Have fun here dear, you had your chance!
I'm now a girl! I can walk and dance!
For the rest of your days you shall be like me
A bird, life in misery.
Goodbye Anna! Thanks for the pants!"

And so the bird returned as a girl
Living her out her life in the human world
Anna is still a bird
Living on the island, she is not heard
Anna flies in the night, making swirls.

[G]

Hmmm.
I wonder if I can do a poem for every topic?

April Showers.
Once there was a girl, born in the autumn,
(You must remember, she comes from a land down under)
So rather than the fourth month being green and awesome,
She was born in a season sometimes filled with thunder,
And so she was given the namesake of the month,
When she entered this world - "It's our April," mum said,
She had eyes of sweet green, like the summer had been,
And a cascade of dark brown hair upon her head.

As she grew, she grew prettier than all the flowers,
But one fatal fault made her ridicule's slave,
She said 'every year I stand out in April showers,
So what need is there for me to also bathe?"
Though her mother beseeched her, she would not listen,
It did not affect her that others were mean,
She ignored the stench that followed her faithfully,
Ignored the fact that others were clean.
So this girl was quite lonely, although she denied it.
And never once in her whole life did she wash.
Truth be told - she was scared - she'd never tried it.
When she thought of the feel of hot water - my gosh!
It would bring her out in goosebumps, trembling so,
That her mother could not bear to force her into it.
She only lamented her daughters' potential,
to be a real beauty, if only she knew it!

Then one day our April met a new boy at school,
Blonde headed and blue eyed and sweet beyond measure.
He was so kind, so instantly popular, so cool,
But personal hygeine was something he treasured,
So he refused to speak to her, unable to stand,
the smell that rose off her when she stood to close.
And April, for some time, could not understand,
Why she couldn't be near the one she wanted most.

Then it struck her, one day as she looked at her reflection,
And the dirt stains and smudges that covered her face,
Together, the two of them could be perfection,
But if that was what she wanted, she'd have to change.
So she took a deep breath and went to the bathroom,
And summoning up every inch of her willpower,
She turned on the tap, undressed, picked up the soap.
And finally, love let April shower.

[SparrowHawk]

April Showers

Broken and torn
Lost and pathetic.
Wicked and sadistic
You are really sick.

You smile at my pain
and laugh as I scream.
Blood dripping down my face
while pains shoots to an extreme.

Broken and torn
Lost and pathetic.
Wicked and sadistic
You are really sick.

My eyes losing sight
my body going numb.
You chuckle like its all a joke
even though it is truly gruesome.

Broken and torn
Lost and pathetic.
Wicked and sadistic
You are really sick.

You grin and chuckle
i scream and cry.
Pain overwhelming by your hand
why won't you let me just die.

Broken and torn
Lost and pathetic.
Wicked and sadistic
You are really sick.

My mind fills with fear
tearing me to pieces.
You cut and slice
leaving me with more then bruises.

Broken and torn
Lost and pathetic.
Wicked and sadistic
You are really sick.

Imagine the world
all full of hate.
No one to love
never to find a soulmate.

Broken and torn
Lost and pathetic.
Wicked and sadistic
You are really sick.

I feel alone and hurt
but you enjoy my suffering.
If this is what you want
i will continue bleeding.

Broken and torn
Lost and pathetic.
Wicked and sadistic
You are really sick.

As long as you are happy
i will never question you.
I will take the torture
to let you know my love is true.

Broken and torn
Lost and pathetic.
Wicked and sadistic
You are really sick.

Through all the pain
through all the hurt.
I remember when you were happy
and always loved to flirt.

Broken and torn
Lost and pathetic.
Wicked and sadistic
You are really sick.

My tears will always flow for you
love giving me the power.
Power for me to let you know
My blood will be your
April Shower

[Old Gregg]

"April Showers: The Battlefield"

Everything was covered in beads of clear liquid as it began to rain. The smell of fresh rain and death hung in the air. Not even the grass could hide us from our enemy, the rain. What started as a light drizzle grew progressively into a steady shower, eventually blanketing the ground in water. We had to take cover. Every drop was deadly, every wave and puddle, treacherous. No one was safe there in the war zone. Most of us hid under rocks or crawled onto the pavement. Our homes in the ground were being infiltrated and flooded out. Everywhere I looked, I could see my brave brothers in combat fighting for their lives, dodging every rain drop. A few of them were dragging tail. “If this were acid rain, the rookies would move much faster,” I thought. Oh, it was a blood-red day. The rain never brought anything good for us worms. Not a lot of us made it out of harm’s way the day it flooded in April. What the humans considered to be a small flood, we considered a disaster. It wasn’t enough for the rain to have drowned most of my brothers in combat, oh no. When the sun came out, most of them died due to drying up on the pavement, or being squished and tortured by the humans’ cubs that came after us with twigs and sticky hands to hurt us with. I am a survivor, thankfully. But we lost many a great soldier that day. Among my long, long list of enemies, after that fateful day, I have been forced to add April showers to the top of said list. If you ever have the chance, try your hardest to never be reincarnated and come back as a worm. Nothing about our lives are safe or easy. We worms have to be tough. Even against things that no one else think is a big threat to them. Watch out for those April showers, comrade.

[Elkay]

Phovos tutted as she sat by the back door, waiting for it to open. Dog-sized creature that she was, she couldn't quite reach up to open the door herself. Not did she even know how to open it. All she could do was paw at the door.

Finally, he came. Teekay, the little creature who looked after her. Her owner. Who was in fact no bigger than she was. But he was smart, far smarter than Phovos. He had the strange thing with three legs that he could stand on to reach the handle. He also had that creepy metal thing that he inserted into the door to make it open. Even if Phovos could reach the door handle, she would have never been able to open it. Not without the metal thing.

The door swung open, revealing the small, grassy field, surrounded by large, incredibly thin trees with no leaves on. At the back was the colourful metal thing that she could slide down. By the door was her favourite toy, an old, stuffed, amber and white striped cat teddy, its original colour long gone.

"Come on, Phovos, let's play on the slide!" Teekay wrapped the fabric-y bit of the metal thing around his wrist so he didn't lose it, then picked up the cat teddy and threw it towards the slide.

Phovos growled and leaped over to the slide, climbing up it in an attempt to catch the toy that sat on the top. Teekay smiled and followed the silly green creature, watching as she finally figured out how to climb up the ladder instead of slipping and sliding her way up the slide.

"Good girl..." He patted Phovos on the head, then paused. Droplets were falling from the sky.

Phovos stopped what she was doing and stared upwards, catching raindrops on her head. But all too soon, what was at first a light shower turned into a torrential downpour.

Teekay rushed inside, once again grabbing the stuffed toy. "Come on, Phovos! Get inside before it gets cold!"

She wasn't listening though. Phovos was too busy playing in the rain. But a second shout caught her attention, and finally Teekay managed to drag her inside.

"Don't worry, Phovos. These April showers will pass soon..." Teekay whispered as he rubbed Phovos's back with a towel. "Then you'll be able to play all day..."

[Leon G]

April Showers
April 1st.
It started raining today. It rained all day. I failed my Calculus test, had to run the mile in Gym and lost my water bottle. What a great way to start off April... Hopefully tomorrow will be sunny.

April 2-
When I woke up, it was still raining. Lilly, my tabby ran away today. I hate rain. Gram says it's just that time of year.

April 3-
It's been raining nonstop. The weathermen say not to worry, we're fine. I'm not. Ryan left me for Clarissa.

April 4-
It's still raining. Today was fine, except I spilled soup on my brand new shirt. Dry clean only of course.

April 7-
I thought I lost you, diary. Guess what? It's still raining. The rain hasn't stopped for a moment. People are getting worried. Some claim that it's God Wrath. I say it's just April showers. But I hope it ends soon. My garden was flooded.

April 8-
Still raining. My umbrella broke.

April 9-
Joy, oh joy. I got a 70 on my math test. Summer school? Oh, and it's still raining.

April 14-
The town is in panic. 14 days of nothing but rain?! Some people are leaving. It's a sign they say. My parrot decided to leave with them. I'll have to guard Simon, out dog.

April 15-
The rain has gotten so much, that school is cancelled. I actually smiled today.

April 17-
It wasn't Simon who left. It was Matt, my brother. I suppose since he's 18 he can make his own decisions. The rain was too much for him. Houses are getting flooded. I miss him.

April 18-
Let the leaks begin. What kind of rain is this?

April 20-
Twenty days of nonstop rain. I don't even notice it that much anymore. It's like the fact that it always rains is normal. I no longer use an umbrella. My neighbors left. They say our neighborhood is next.

April 21-
My parents are gone. When I woke up, the house was empty. A foot of water was outside our door and it's leaking in the house. I took what I needed to the second floor.

April 22-
Happy Birthday to me. I sit in my room, watching nothing but the news. Our town is flooded. The whole city is evacuated. They forgot me. What about me? Doesn't anyone care?

April 25-
I'm on the third floor now. The second and first floors are filled with water. The third floor carpet is soaked from all the leaks. I swim in the water sometimes. I've gotten really good at holding my breath. Nothing to do but swim.

April 26-
Simon drowned. I wait for the rain to wash away what's left of me.

April 28-
Rain, rain go away. All that I can do is pray.

April 29-
I think it will stop raining soon. It has to. I am no longer in my house. I left yesterday. I sit in a raft with some food, and you, journal.

April 30-
It rained again. I couldn't sleep because my raft kept getting filled with water. I can't take the rain anymore.

May 1-
No more rain. All of a sudden, it stoped. And the water just left. It was like some pulled a plug and the water drained out. Lilly, my tabby, came home. Goodbye April showers, hello May flowers.

[Anne Bonny]

The theme for day 4 is up! Entries for day 2 - Parrots is now closed!

These things are looking great, guys and dolls. I'll update the list of entries tonight!

[G]

The following is all true. Wow, it felt good to get that out - I don't talk about this stuff much. Thanks for giving me a forum to do it in. Sorry if it's upsetting to anyone...

My Childhood.

I don't remember much about my childhood, you know.
My memories almost completely blank 'fore eight years old.
But I remember when I turned three being given a tub of icecream.
Dad barely looked away a second and I'd licked the whole thing clean.
And I've been told a story from before I was two,
When I covered my twin sister, myself and my toys in poo.
And I recall a woman used to leave letters so small,
She said they were from fairies, and not from her at all.

Most vivid I remember the day I went to see her,
This woman I called mother, though she'd never really be her,
And I knocked on the door with a five year old hand,
To be told something that at that age I didn't really understand.
The woman who answered was not the one I'd always known,
She said the other had moved away, and this was now her home,
So for the next four years I wondered what had become of my mum,
Though I'd barely had her before, I'd have rathered that than none.

Then one day when I was eight, there was a knock on my front door.
And a lady standing there, with a baby I'd ne'er seen before.
She told me that she was my mother, and this baby was my brother,
Then my step mum slammed the door and wouldn't let me hear anymore.
She locked me in my bedroom until mum had gone away,
And though I don't remember much I will never forget that day.
It wasn't until I was twelve that I saw my mum again,
And it had been so long I couldn't even see her as a friend.
Probably for the better, since she soon dissapeared once more,
And I was back to feeling like I had no mother anymore.

So I grew up with my father, who was kind but oh so young.
He'd just been travelling the world when with two daughters he was sprung.
So when he met another woman, after mum had broke his heart,
I suppose he saw it as a way to make a new start.
But little did he know that though before him she would smile,
Behind closed doors she made it clear she hated his first child,
So I had an evil stepmother, like in my story books,
And I soon grew to fear her, and those hatefilled, evil looks,
Though I tried to tell my father that she made me eat outside,
And took away my teddies to give to her own child,
And stole my broaches to wear proudly on her own chest,
He told me 'you know i don't want to hear that,' when i finally confessed
how I'd been treated by her for most of my young life.
He loved her and he didn't believe she could cause me such strife.

But I have grown up stronger than many that I know.
And though my childhood was difficult, it's also helped me grow,
Into the person that I am today, and I like her a lot.
Coz she never tries to be anybody that she is not,
And she's strong and self sufficient, but she has never forgot,
That woman she called mother when she was just a tot.
So when I turned eighteen I tried to find out where she hid.
Unfortunately once I succeeded I wished I never did.
For that woman is now gone completely, absorbed by the wine,
That she drinks herself to sleep with and uses to pass her time.
But it's alright, nothing she does can ever reflect on me.
I just have a perfect example of everything I never want to be.

[SpeckieBen]

My Childhood.

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You know when you look back on your childhood in those little spaces of time when nothing's really going on and you're bored shitless and think 'what the fuck was I doing sticking a crayon up my nose?... Did I ever take it out?" and then proceed to stick a casual finger up your left nostril just to check that 10 or even 20 years later there's no trace of your complete idiocy?

Well for Derek today was that day, he wiggled his finger around his nose hoping to find no trace of crayola...luckily for him he was safe... though he hadn't checked the right nostril just the left, however now he was getting stares off his class mates and before he looked even more ridiculous he decided to stop.

Why was he thinking of his childhood? Because that morning his little sister had stuck a crayon up her nose and had to get taken to hospital. He didn’t care about her as much as he probably should have if he was honest, especially as last weekend she had single handedly ruined his sixteenth birthday by making it Disney themed. Rumours had spread around the school and everyone now started pounding on desks when he walked into the room imitating thumper. It was a lame joke, but it still annoyed him.
However he just pressed on as usual, now trying to remember what happened to that crayon. Why do kids do that? He thought to himself puzzled. Humans are weird. However he just chuckled and pressed on... Well I guess that’s just childhood, or at least my childhood.

[Elkay]

My Childhood.

Kohrak flicked through his logbooks, his mind wandering off, until he was distracted by a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" He hadn't expected anyone to come knocking on his door tonight of all nights, especially since the Queens were holding a banquet in honour of Ahvrak. Why, he didn't know.

The door creaked open. It was Tahnok. Who else would it be?

"Hi, bro. Didn't fancy the banquet?" Kohrak sighed.

"M'skotosan today. Didn't feel like going after a few hours in the rack." Tahnok stretched then sat down next to Kohrak.

"You mean you went to the Kato Meria? Why would they send you down to the farms?" Kohrak asked.

"I mean the rack. That human-medieval torture device..." Tahnok murmured, pointing to a small tear on his leg. "Pono a lot today."

Kohrak sighed again. "Well, you always know you're free to hide with me. Let me get you some protes voithies or something..."

Tahnok sniffed as Kohrak got up and rummaged around in one of the higher cupboards. "You know, I tell you about all my pain and dystyhia, but pote do you ever talk about your childhood..."

Kohrak blinked as he handed Tahnok a bandage. "You're right. I never talk about my childhood. But that's because I assume you already know about it..."

"Not really... For the first 3 years, I never saw you..."

"Well... Not much really happened... My childhood was pretty dull after that day..."

"Which day?"

"The day you saved my life."

They both paused, before changing the subject slightly.

"Nothing really happened..."

"Something must have happened!" Tahnok interrupted. "You and the others had normal childhoods. I spent my days having the zoi kicked out of me! Every day, some new form of torture or experimentation. My childhood sucked!" A tear leaked out of his blue lens and dripped down Tahnok's face. "I'd love to know what it was like to have a normal childhood. It's bad enough us Bohrok rarely get an alithino childhood, let alone to spend it being tortured..."

Kohrak pulled his brother over and gave him a hug. "Calm down, Tahnok... You want to know the truth? My childhood was no better than yours. Even though the Queens didn't have me killed that day, they certainly made sure I'd suffer for a bit. The difference between you and me? Eventually, I grew up..."

Tahnok sniffed. "Yeah, I guess you're right... I am trying to grow up... I want to get into medical stuff and engineering and things, but with the Queens always beating on me..."

"Well, as I said," Kohrak smiled. "You're always welcome here, no matter what time. We were just unlucky, we ended up with a horrible childhood. But that doesn't mean we'll end up with a shitty life..."