X-Sabre

Go buy a box of 64 Crayola Crayons.. Fuschia! it's a pinkish red.

Forever within a minute, a moment lost to all eternity. A movie scene that has been cut, full of unbridled possibility.

Fuschia! 'nuff said.

w00t, you tell'em Loki! Cool work, I like reading it. But you should try being nicer, like me!

Wow.. I dont' know what to say.

Argh, wish I hadn't scrolled down! I guessed all but a few of them.. That was fun.. Thanks

Now see, if you would've asked nicely!

! Now see, I'm gonna have to go watch that movie! Falcon as Timon from the Lion King.. I don't know why, just who came to mind.. *shrugs*

Damon, I'm not really sure I should say too much. I'd love to give you some advice, seeing as I've done a few of those things myself. I used to be a cutter, I wasn't much into scarring myself, but the feeling of pain kept me feeling that I was alive, instead of just numb. The very fact that you have posted this shows that you do in fact want help, even if part of your sub conscious doesn't allow you to get it. The best I can do is offer you support and understanding during this time. You may not know me well, or at all in fact, but if you ever need anything, you can always PM me. I am more than willing to help in whatever way I can, just like I'm sure the rest of the Penners are as well. Good luck Damon.. It's a long tough road, but you do have friends.

"This is just another boring night", thought the group of youngsters as they scurried around the neighborhood. "Perhaps we should go out to the old trainyard." said Josh, the quote unquote leader of the pack. The rest of the gang agreed, and quickly they started running towards the woods that led to the trainyard. The air was cold that evening, a good 10 to 15 degrees cooler than any average summer night. The wind whistled throughout the wooded area, echoing dark voices while whipping through the branches. Suddenly, a small Y-shaped branch broke, falling on top of Henry's head. "Ow," he replied, "that really hurt. But where did it come from?" Sarah, being the natural loudmouth, blurted quickly, "It fell out of the tree. What do you think branches just materialize over your head due to some sort of evil magic?" The group began to burst into laughter, all excluding Henry of course. The loud roar of laughter could be heard echoing throughout the tiny forest. Quietly, he sniffled to himself, trying to think of the perfect comeback for Sarah. "Jeez, Sarah. What did I ever do so wrong to you," exclaimed Henry, "Am I just that much prettier than you?" The entourage grew silent, looking at the normally timid Henry attempting to stand up for himself. Upon further inspection of what was just said, the party cackled even louder this time, pointing at Henry and falling over in hysterical laughter. "Quiet, you guys. We should get going to the trainyard, Mom says I have to be home by 10." whined Henry. "Awww, poor baby has to be in home so Mommy can tuck him in." teased Ryan, the natural bully of the youngsters. Giggling, the group continued trekking their way through the broken twigs and dried undergrowth. It seemed like this walk was taking longer than it ever had before. As they kept walking, more and more things became familiar, almost as if they had been walking in circles. Henry, worried that he was late, looked down at his watch to check the time, but oddly, the hands were spinning wildly out of control. "Guys, guys, look at this! My watch is going crazy!" screamed Henry, in an almost panic state. "Henry, your watch is just junk. That's what you get for wearing a quarter machine jewelry." retorted Josh, being surprisingly bitter. Ryan quickly looked down at her digital watch, totally sure his was working fine, since it was an expensive one he got for christmas. After glancing twice, he realized it was flashing random numbers. "Um, Josh, it's not just his watch. Even my awesome Fossil isn't working right. This is kinda spooky. It seems like we've been walking forever, and we still aren't at the trainyard." remarked Ryan. Sarah looked around at the rest of the group, starting to get worried just like the rest, "Maybe we should turn back. It's gotta be really late, and you know our parents have got to be worried." "Agreed." exclaimed the party, quickly turning around the other way to head back. After what seemed like hours of walking, the entourage took a break to rest in what seemed like a familiar clearing. Henry, huffing and puffing, sits down on a nearby log to catch his breath, and looks down at the ground. "Hmm, hey... Doesn't this look like that stick that fell on me earlier?" questioned Henry. "Nah Henry, it can't be, that was way back when we first came into the woods, and do you see the end of it anywhere?" remarked Josh, trying not sound worried or scared. Henry, not believing Josh, propped the stick up against his seat, and got up to leave with the rest of the party. Again they walked countless steps, never once veering from their course until they once again came back to the same clearing. "I'm telling you, this is the same stick. Look, I set it up against that log before we left. I know we've been here before." whined Henry. "Man, this is really getting wierd guys. I just want to go home and go to bed. My feet are sore and I'm really tired." proclaimed Sarah. "Well, it can't be that much further guys. We'll take a different way this time, I'm sure we'll get home soon." said Josh, now becoming unsure of himself. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm really starting to freak out." said Ryan, in a squeaking timid voice. Quickly, the party regrouped and mustered all their energy to finding a way out, over and over again, they would try, but kept somehow finding their way back into that oh too familiar clearing. "Guys.. I want to go home! This isn't funny anymore." cried Henry loudly, breaking down to a blubbering baby. "I suggest we just sleep here tonite. In the morning, we'll be able to see everything and find our way out." proclaimed Josh, hoping to alleviate everyone's worry. "But I can't sleep on the ground, bugs will crawl on me and I'll get wet." whined Sarah, now more than ever shedding her tomboy mask, and showing her true prissy feminine side. "I'm with Josh," said Ryan, "maybe we should just sleep here and wait for day. It'll be a lot easier to find our way out." Reluctantly, everyone curled up underneath close trees and closed their eyes. Would they find their way out when the day came? Or would it still be dark, a never-ending maze of trees and broken branches? A million thoughts raced through their minds as they slipped away into dreamland. This was my first attempt at a short story in many years, so bare with me. I thought re-applying to the pen with a story would be a change, seeing as I normally only write poetry. Perhaps this "rebirth" of myself can help me broaden my abilities as a writer, and make some new friends in the process. You don't have to take this seriously if you don't want to, although for some reason, being an actual member of the Pen sounds like fun again... God I'm a yoyo.

Thankful for... The ability to sleep... peace is kinda hard to find without sleep.

I figured I should at least say goodbye. I know that for a long time I've been a rude and ignorant person. And I wholeheartedly agree with you that people like that aren't needed or welcome. So as to make all of you happy, I humbly leave The Pen and everything along with it. Please go ahead and delete my account if at all possible, I won't be back. It's been quite evident for a while that many of you have been wanting this to occur. I have tried to be polite as much as I possibly can, but unfortunately, I'm much too rude and worthless a human being to do so. "It's just so not you" to quote somebody about this. So as a final gift, I leave you all with this. Diamonds in the rough, A man gives up his stand. Lots of things have been tough, perhaps, all t'was needed was a hand.

Wren, it's a beautiful but saddening poem. I can't really say much else but thank you for sharing. *gives you a huge hug*

Yeah Arwen.. I'd miss you for one. And I can totally understand how you feel. I know I wrote a poem just like this a while back, but I know I had it deleted.. Heh.. Cheer up hon, we all love ya

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Awesome poem Doomy.. Living with past mistakes is something I know all too well. Take it from me, you can't forget the past, for if you do, you're bound to repeat it. All you can really do is keep on keepin' on. Good luck, and keep up the great work. It's good to read something that really touches me.

Awesome poem. Wish my mom could be here to read it, but she's not. But thanks.. Really warmed me up inside, something I've been needing for a while.

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Yay, finally a debate I can enter where I know something. I wrote my senior research paper on LOTR, and no offense to either answer I've seen. As far as I know, and as far as I have read about Tolkein, both are wrong. The war might seem like critique of WWII, but alas, he began writing the book long before the war ever started. He was well into Mordor before the war actually broke out. And as to the religious aspect, um.. just don't see it. Everything can be a "christ-like" figure if you truly want it to be.

Awesome poem. The mask one wears is the price one bears. Take it from me.

Yeah Loki.. Hush about being crap and such. I've said it myself many of times, and been harshly corrected everytime. So I gave up arguing. Just accept that you have talent, and work on it. Don't screw around and let it die. Help it grow and expand to limitless possibilites. At least take the advice from just another kid with a knack.

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Digging up the past Pered. naughty naughty. Some things are better left buried.. Fortunately, this isn't one of them. Thanks for pulling it up.. It was nice to try and think.. except it made my head hurt.

Awesome poem Wren, sorry I hadn't gotten around to reading it until now. But excellent job. And besides, you know I'll always consider you one of the most beautiful women I've ever met. I'm glad that I've had the opportunity to get to know you, cuz there's times I'd be a little lost without you there to talk to. Thanks for bringing this poem to us, and thank you for being you.