Zariah

LOL..... Yey! This will be interesting.....

Sure, I guess.....I don't know where I can find the bowl again....so it's I guess gonna have to be from your memory.

Thanks for participating...I hope others can too if they have some time....

I got a 100% on my own too! (and I was REALLY surprised....)

Ok so I really appologize if I fail anyone's Quizzes...just goes to show that I need to get to know your characters better. Also, I am a dork, but I took my own quiz to make sure it worked.......so laugh at me or whatever fir having my name there.......but.....oh well! Here's my link: Zariah's Quiz

I have a question: When we tell you how much we are willing to bid....and we have to list the three choices....are we supposed to take our geld and split it between the three or for example, can we bid all of it on each one. Lets say I have 45. Do I have to split it 1.) Bachelor # 1 choice 20g 2.) #2 15g 3.) #3 10g Or can I be like: #1 45g if I win #2 45g if I win #3 45g if I win ??? If this is a stupid Q, I am sorry....I am just confuzzled.... edit: Also, if the MODS have not correctly added up the geld a member is supposed to have, can they PM someone with a list....and continue to bid with the amount they really have even if it is not noted under their name....???

Congrats on your 1000th post....nut I do believe there is NO WAY to catch up with Jechum....LOL....I don't think the MODS would let you!! (heeheehee)

Zariah struggles her way to the ballroom and plops down on a bench, covered in tiny clinging butterflies. Once settled, she begins to take each one off and place them around the room on the walls for decoration. She knew it was a risk to disturb the butterfly gardens, this arly in the morning, but she needed the butterflies for decoration. Once she was free of them, she took a small wrapped present from her pocket and set it on the table. She rushed to her room and came back with a banner that she hung in the middle of the room. On each side it read, "Happy Happy Birthday Tasslehoff - AngelXIIX!!!!" With this settled, Zariah left and headed back to her room to catch some shut eye.

I have replaced the first two with three new and improved ones that fit the theme of fantasy a bit better. They are broader for better options. Hope this helps anyone who was not inspired before.

Thank you for sharing! Recommendations for literature *ARE* appreciated here. Might as well use this thread to mention any others if other members wish to. This is one reason for the Cabaret room! :wizzie:

Should I find different pictures or up the geld amount for participation??? No one is interested

Recruit two more Pennites and compete with us! It's 5 total....Let's rrrrrrrrrumble!

Group 1 consists of Salinye, Alaeha. and Zariah! We need more groups, ya'll! :wizzie:

Originally there was a thread started by Rune, titled “A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words???”. Rune posted a picture and asked members to write a story about the picture. I have taken this idea, with her permission of course, and modified it a tid bit to become a contest. I will post three pictures and ask that you write a story about one. Now, you may write a story about two of the three of them, BUT ONLY ONE counts for the contest. Each one will be earning you 5 geld. But, PLEASE indicate on your post (separate posts for each story) which one is submitted for the contest. If I am unsure, I will PM you, and if it is not resolved, NEITHER WILL COUNT. Here’s the catch. The story MUST be at LEAST 1,000 words long Now, that’s NOT too bad, considering that up to this point in my post here I have written 150 words. For participating: 5 geld per each story (limit is two) 1st place: 25 geld 2nd place: 15 geld 3rd place: 10 geld A link is here to see Rune’s thread for examples. This contest will last a while…I will post a date when it is ending about two weeks before it closes. These can be humerous, creative, whatever...as long as it is mentioned in the story as an aspect...be it a prop or setting...whatever. FYI:These were all free downloadable wallpapers, for purposes of copyright status.

Welcome to the Pen-- Mynx, Cryptomancer, and Gryphon! My name is Zariah, Lady of the Crows. I was essentially raised by crows so I do speak many languages of crow....very handy for my trips into the forest. I have my head stuck in a book most of the time, so excuse my clumsiness if I bump into you! Anyways-- feel free to RP with me, especially in the Carnival! (Just tell me a little about your characters beforehand). Take care!!!!!!

Wow. Okay there are several things that I changed. Firstly, there is no rhythm because the syllables are not matching: I believe in love, 5 I believe in fate, 5 I believe my debts can never be repaid. 11 I hear music play, 5 I hear dying screams, 5 I hear my heart beat; I hear everything. 10 And I know, I know, 5 Just what you meant, 4 My time with you was heaven sent. 8 But in the end, 4 It could not be, 4 I was wrong for you, but you were right for me. 11 Secondly, in each stanza, the words in the second and third lines should rhyme to give a better flow to the theme. Thirdly, there is WAY too much repetition of believe, hear, and know. If each stanza had the same pattern, PERHAPS it would be better….but I personally find that as a sign of lack of effort. Fourthly, there were some fairly weak sentences that could be revised with synonyms and rephrasing. STANZA 1 “I believe my debts can never be repaid.” In order to make the last word rhyme with fate, the sentence had to be changes to a better word that fit the theme. Therefore I chose late and gave the sentence similar meaning, but stronger emotion form the narrator. STANZA 2 In the second stanza, everything does not rhyme with screams, now if these words had had the same syllables, it might have been pulled off as a slant rhyme, but it didn’t. Therefore, in lieu of simple changing it to everything, I decided to find a stronger sentence that showed that the narrator was living in pain from his mistakes and failed relationship. STANZA 3 The first line of the third stanza CLEARLY needed better effort. It also needed to fit with the rhythm. I chose “I now know and grasp” to show that he is learning from his relationship. Replacing “truly” for “just” fixed the lack of a syllable for that line. Rephrasing the third line in stanza three again fixed the syllable issue. STANZA 4 Again, I rephrased lines one and two for rhythm purposes and changed line three to a stronger more definite resolution for the narrator. Fifthly, and lastly, I thought a title should be added, for it merited a title. Here is my revised edition. Too Late I believe in love, I believe in fate, To give us what I owe, is now too late. I hear music play, I hear fading screams; I feel my heart beat, ripping at the seams. I now know and grasp, Truly what you meant, When you said our time was from heaven sent. But now in the end, It just could not be, With a painful soul, I now set you free.

I have an idea! I LOVED that sonnet! Now to join the contest LET'S be a team and with one or more added to our group, we can write 4 more that tie in with yours and then WIN the contest! (See, with you, me and at least one other person as a group we can use your sonnet as the beginning and theme of our other 4?!) What do you think??? I hope you want to be in a group! Any ideas who we can rally up??? We also should tell others to compete with us! Oh Yeah, feeling the burn of competitiveness.....just a little....

BUMP

A bit nervous, Zariah approached the dunk tank and plinked 5 geld into the jar. With Zariah’s keen sight and great aim, she KNEW all three balls would hit Wyvern. She was just worried how he would react. The only possibility that she could miss would be if she clumsily tripped or was distracted. Zariah was eager to dunk him, for she was not wealthy enough to buy his items at the ridiculous prices he set. With three balls in hand, and eye on the target, Zariah hit the dot directly. However, the lever didn’t spring backward. A bit confused, Zariah hit the target directly again, and the same thing happened. “Perhaps I am not hitting hard enough?” Zariah asked out loud. Determined, Zariah again did not miss. “Grrrrrrrrr,” she grumbled as Wyvern sat with a huge smirk on his face. “Oh, don’t you worry, if it’s stuck, it WON’T be anymore!!!!!” With that Zariah charged at the red spring and slammed it with her entire body. Wyvern sharply fell off the board into the water, and as he came up, Zariah saw his smirk had disappeared. Quite content, Zariah waved a hello to Wyvern with a smile as sweet as sunshine, and left the booth in a satisfied chuckle.

Feeling rather chipper, Zariah decided to stroll over to the commotion from the Kissing booth. She had an idea of how to participate, since she was not yet familiar with all the members of the Pen. Feeling rather guilty, since she had been quite a loner for over a year now, she decided to give money AND a gift to support the guilds. She even decided to apply soon to at least one guild, when she had some free time. Zariah rushed to her room, and opened an icebox from the far corner near her mattress. Inside, she removed a giant tear-drop shaped object that was wrapped in shiny foil. Hurrying back outside, Zariah nearly tripped as she made her way to the Kissing Booth. With one free hand, Zariah pulled 10 geld from her pouch and placed the shiny figure on the table. Salinye, Ayshela, and Zool all glanced over at Zariah, in anticipation for an explanation. Handing over her 10 geld, Zariah began to speak. “Err…well…I don’t want to know any of you THAT way, until I can know you as friends. I DO hope we can be friends, you see, and so I DID want to give you three a kiss. A Hershey Kiss, that is! It’s chocolate, and not hallow! I don’t know if Zool can actually eat it, but I hope you both can….I also thought Ayshela might like the shiny foil? And if not, Rune might like it as a gift….anyways, I wanted to donate, and so now I have!” Smiling with pride, Zariah glanced behind her and saw Crow making her way across another path. “Well, I have to catch up with Crow, hope to see you around the Carnival!”

My muse is like the wind. It flows swiftly home and away, never consistent, ever changing. My muse can never be contained in an ink bottle, and my quill is often left without color, scroll left at a blank. My muse, ever so sneaky, haunts my dreams and subconscious. And like the calm after the storm, disappears when I am at my desk. Oh muse! Why have you forsaken me time and time again? Come hither, and be my friend, wind-walker!

Zariah stumbled up the stairs, present in hand, as she made her way to the Cabaret room. She had been spending much of her time with Crow, and hoped that this didn't make Nyyark jealous that she was neglecting him lately. After all, she wanted to be his friend, but things always seemed to fall apart around both of them....clumsy as they both seemed to be. Upon entering the room, Zariah realized that it needed some decorating. Pulling out some handy black construction paper from her pouch, Zariah cut out paper crows and hung them around the room and from the ceiling. Crow entered and strut directly up to Zariah, with a manner quite the opposite of impressed. "Kah caw cah ka ka??!!!!" " ....I...I thought it would be CUTE?! What did you think I meant? I mean after all, he is crowboy! He can speak crow like me! It's a gift! I....I didn't mean to insult your race!" "Kah kaw caw!" "That's not why you're upset? Well then WHY?" "Kah kaw cah caw kah." "Ohhhhh! Well of COURSE I was going to get you before he arrived! I was just decorating before anyone else arrived!" "Kaw, kah?" "Ohhh, what is the gift I am giving him? Well a book, silly! It's called "101 Fun Things to do with your Best Friend." "Kah ca?" "Of course, SILLY! That's YOU. Do you think I meant someone else?? Anyways, if you want to help, you can stand by the door and greet whoever arrives." Zariah then took a long banner from her pouch and hung it in the middle of the room. It read: HAPPY BIRTHDAY NYYARK! THE PEN APPRECIATES YOUR HARD WORK AND DEDICATION AND WOULD LIKE TO WISH YOU THE BEST DAY EVER!!! Plopping down on the ground, Zariah lay on her back and looked up at the paper crows. She could faintly hear them whisper their own best wishes for Nyyark.

The light and slender leaf, anxious and aware of the wind's anger, took the nearest gust and glided toward the stony walkway. Like a rabbit, the leaf hopped along the bumpy path and instantaneously disappeared. Feeling relieved, the leaf realized that it had swept itself under a doorway and into the watchful eye of an angry housewife. The leaf, fearful, and paralyzed, like deer in headlights, could not escape (for the wind was outside the door). The huge bristles came closer, as the broom found its way to the pathetic withering leaf. All of a sudden, the door flew open (the wind coming to its aide), and the leaf sought refuge with the wind. Out the door it went and found itself a kind friend.

Oh, ok! Didn't know that! Thanks!

What a great metaphor!