Hello readers, and welcome to the latest (in more than one sense of the word) issue of the Tribune! Apologies for the wait - we've decided to go with wild dogs as this week's excuse. Or possibly rabid squirrels.
I'll let your imagination do the rest.
In case you haven't already heard, our member of the month for February is Troy!!
So if you haven't already, head on over and congratulate him!
Our Love and Pirates
writing contest is nearing the closing date for submissions - as is the new banner contest!
So get those last minute submissions in, people!!!
Aaaand rating your mature and private threads correctly has never been so simple with the new sticky threads in both forums, detailing the rating rules!
Since we had no submissions this week (come on people...) I took a stroll through the creative writing forum, and decided to share with you this piece from Dani Cojo's Prose/Poetry
that seemed very fitting for the month of love;
"What Is Love" - Dani Cojo
What is love?
Is it when your eyes canít stay off that one person across the room, and your mind swirls with worries and questions because you donít want to stare for too long, but you just canít tear your gaze away?
Or when your heart beats far too fast for your body to handle, until it feels like itís going to explode into a million ruby shards because he spoke to you for the first time?
Or is it when your lungs refuse to function, and your breath is taken away just by his looks, or his voice, his personality, or a beautiful and harmonious combination of the three?
Or that moment when your entire being is trembling and goosebumps are dancing along your skin just from being closer than you ever would have imagined?
Is it when he holds your hand, and you can feel your palm growing warmer where your skin connects?
Or when he steals your first kiss and claims your lips as his own in a completely innocent and romantic way that causes your knees to quake and your heart to flutter?
Is it when the line between friendship, romance, lust, and every other fond feeling you have is blurred together into a mosh posh of emotion you canít hold back?
Maybe, itís something much more deep than how your body is reacting.
Maybe itís when you want to spend every moment with that person because you feel so at peace with him?
Or when heís able to draw you from your shell, exposing you to the wonders of life outside of your comfort zone; allowing you to thrive and experiment with optimistic and care free activities by supporting you with his own charming and outgoing charisma.
Is it when you can share every detail of your life, your thoughts, your heart, without worry of being shut down or embarrassed because you know in the end heíll understand?
Or even when he doesnít understand, heíll do everything he can to make you feel comfortable and beautiful and perfect in every way?
Is love when you feel like youíve lost a piece of yourself when he walks away, because he truly is your better half?
Or is it when he comes back and your face aches from the laughter and smiles that instantly escape your lips when you draw him close to yourself in a hug?
Is it when you want to show him off and introduce him to your family, because you honestly want him to be with you for the rest of your life, if not more?
Maybe itís that moment when you think how much you love having that him around; when your entire core is screaming to finally just give in to the emotion.
When your thoughts of him revolve around those three important and life changing words, and youíre too afraid to say them because you fear rejection, or going too fast and burning out, or mistaking true love for something else, or a terrifying combination of the three?
What is love?
And when is it time to give into it?