Sweetcherrie

err...guess I'm starting to get a tad stressy... Marchin Ants Into my ears, and out my mouth Stamping feet, Crazy beat Marching dance, flapping hands Wanna flap the marching out Think I’ll go outside and shout Shout that I will so freak out Freak out with the marching beat Of thousand little stamping feet Into my mouth, and out my ears Gonna go and hide my tears Hide and shout, please get out Freaking hands, crazy dance Flicking at the marching feet Gotta break this friggan beat Stamping beat, crazy feet Out and in, and in and out Maybe I should close my mouth Close my mouth to scream and shout Flailing hands, sickly dance Shout my tears, and cry my ears Cannot stop these crazy fears Freaking out, better shout Stop!

Dana felt the change in energy, and it didn’t feel like something good. On top of that the weather had been changing slightly, and in the distance she could hear a thunderstorm rumble through the sky, coming closer fast. The enormous amount of electrical energy in the air would interfere with her sense of detection and if she would want to be of any use she would have to move fast. She listened, and sprinted off into the direction of Ming and Robby to help them. While running towards where she heard Robby scream, and Dana drew up a shield of energy around her. If this creature, whatever it was, would exist solely of energy the shield wouldn’t help, but it was pure instinctive that she wanted to protect herself with whatever she had. She picked up energy from behind her, and without stopping in her run she pulled her knifes out her belt, and took a roll forward. Whatever it was missed her by and inch and was now in front of her. Dana saw nothing, but the hairs on her skin stood up straight and she felt that the creature in front of her was weighing its chances. Then it seemed to decide to take its chances with Robby and Ming, and Dana could feel how it stormed into the direction of her friends. With her knifes at hand she spurted forward, following the energy of the creature now, becoming the hunter instead of the hunted. The thunderstorm was pulling closer and she felt how she started losing the trail of energy the creature had left, and ran even faster. Then the storm was there. All sense of where to go was gone, and on top of that the shower of rain that was now pouring down drowned out any sound. Darkness pulled over the forest and, where it had already been dark under the trees, it now became pitch black. In a desperate attempt to reach the others, Dana kept running forward, but the rain made her movements slower. Her leather clothes were soaked to the last thread, and hindered her as she ran. As she nearly missed a tree for the third time, she decided that she had to slow down. She could only hope that the creatures that had been attacking experienced the same difficulties through the storm as she was. After about half an hour of walking through the shady forest, desperately trying to listen if she could detect the others, Dana realized she was lost. Now she could only hope that Ming and Robby would be ok.

Inspector Clueless had left her rather, well, clueless, and with a hug she said goodbye to Patrick. She wanders around on the carnival terrain and somehow it feels emptier than it has been the times before, then again, the carnival is just starting so maybe most pennites are just a bit late. Troy flies overhead, and every now and then he comes down, touching her with his wings, lovingly stroking as if he wants to show that he’s glad to have her back. She smiled as he projects excited thoughts about the carnival, and admits that she too is glad to be back here. As she walks along she sees Wyvern busying inside a booth, and decides that she might as well walk over for a chat. She saunters into his direction, and sees him kneeling next to a snowman as if he’s proposing to it. She reads the scribbles and chuckles so warmly that the snowman almost melts, “Were you asking the snowman to marry you? Oh and I don’t think anybody around her would want to look cold-hearted, dear Wyv.” Wyvern grumbles and jumps up and swipes over the photo sign with his tail. “For your information, I was not asking him to marry me…I was just errr….trying to get you a snow cone.” He holds out his claws, filled with pebbles disguised as snowballs, “For a reasonable price, of course.” Sweetcherrie chuckles again, “No thanks, however I would like to take a try with this settings machine, if that’s ok?” “Sure.” The lizard steps aside, “That will be 50 geld please.” “Err…Wyv, it says here I can earn geld with it, not pay,” she points at the original sign, “Has that changed?” Wyvern gumbles, as only Wyvern can grumble, and waves a claw at the machine, “Yeahyeah..should've changed that” he mumbles under his breath. Sweetcherrie grins and steps forward. She closes her eyes, thinking of what she would like the world to be for the next five days. In her daydream she opens her eyes and looks around. Clouds drift by and the world turns slightly warmer. The green fields of grass disappear and the sheep dissolve into nothing. The earth cracks open, and inside the crack golden liquid of lava streams by. A magnificent red-golden landscape unfolds before her eyes. There are clouds everywhere, so thick you could probably lean on them and float around a bit with them. The sky seems to be on fire with an eternal sunset, and though the ground looks hot, she can easily walk on it. In the distance she sees the Pen Keep, but it has changed. The towers have turned into cupolas, and somehow there has appeared gold lining all along the building, almost as if it’s glowing with warmth. The Keep looks as if it comes from an Arabian dream, and she wouldn’t be surprised if she would see fakirs flying around on carpets. Sweetcherrie holds out her hand and some sort of small fearie dragon lands. It rubs its green-silver head against the palm of her hand before flying away again. She hears the cry of another dragon in the distance, and then the world becomes darker for a moment. She looks up and large winged dragons are flying over. None of them seems hostile and it really feels as if she has ended up in fantasy land. She smiles and slowly opens her eyes, only to stare into Troy’s fiery eyes. He blinks and coos softly. Then he nudges her to look around, and she sees that the land of her dreams has become real.

A flurry of fiery feathers flies through the air. With Sweetcherrie pulling on one side of the note and Troy pulling on the other the note is not living long and with a tumble, both girl and phoenix fall backwards. With a dumbfounded look on her face Sweetcherrie looks at the part of the note she has in her hands, and discovers that she only has the word and half the definition in her hands. She looks at Troy, but blinks as the bird has managed to skiddle away without her noticing. “What now?” She mumbles, “Hmm..maybe I should simply ask the pennites to find the origin of the word, they might even pick it up as a game…” With half the note in her hands she strolls to the Cabaret Room and sticks up her half of the note. With a last look and a shake of her head Sweetcherrie decided that it would have to do for today.

Little Sweet had been following everything through the keyhole of the door (who had been so nice to open it open just wide enough for her to see), and as Wyvern races by with the coffeepot in his claws, she decides to comfort the astonished Silus a bit. She hops into the recruiter’s office, and bounces over to sit next to Silus. She looks a bit sad at the empty sandwich plate, but then grins at Silus. “That was one remarkable story you had there, are you gonna tell more stories?” She bounces up from the chair, and starts dancing around Silus. “Cause I ssoooooo have to know what Syth found down that staircase!” She lands back on the chair after having finished her sing-song and grins widely at Silus again, but before he can reply she’s already continuing her monologue. “And oh, you shouldn’t worry about Wyvern, he’s a bit silly ya know, but cool,” The little girl giggles, “Plus, it’s carnival around here now, so we all tend to get a bit silly around that time.” She sits back and suddenly frowns, as if something has just slipped her mind, and she can’t grab hold of it anymore. Then she lightens up. “I wanted to tell you something else, but I think I forgot.” She jumps up and starts pulling Silus out of the chair, “C’mon, you should join in the sheepfight too, I’ve already seen lots of people there.” OOC: A warm welcome at the Pen, Silus. Hope to read the continuation of this story soon

Loving you Is like a whirlwind Taking me to heights unknown Loving you Is getting to know me And accepting Loving you Is like a gift from heaven Sweet torture Loving you Is being vulnerable But still protected Loving you Is trembling hands Held in yours Loving you Is whispering words That cannot convey My love for you

Yay Buuuuut...I'll put this one on my to do list and bump it once the carnival is over... Still, thank you for creating this one, and reading the entries, was fun to write

“Troy, get that back to me! I know it says Glitter somewhere, but it doesn’t shine!” The phoenix looks back and seems to grin as he forces Sweetcherrie into exercising, by making her run after her notes. Then he drops the note into the cabaret room, and a panting Sweetcherrie arrives just a moment later. At a safe distance Troy lands and tilts his head, challenging her to take up a running course with him again, but everybody knows that you shouldn’t try to outfly those with wings, and Sweetcherrie just gives him an angry look. She picks up the note, pins it up on the walls of the Cabaret room, and walks out again to get a glass of water, running does make thirsty…

Sweetcherrie wanders in, a note held in her hand, but she seems sort of absent-minded. Then she realizes that she still had to do something, and wonders where she had put her note again. She almost reaches the door and then discovers that the note she's looking for is held tight in her hand already. "Tsk, right, graduation project, oh no wait, word of today...cool." She takes a pen and starts writing. This week's theme: Upper Crust Sweetcherrie blinks and looks at the note, "Will they be talking about bread? Oh no wait, different crust." She reads through the text, and looks at Troy who lands neatly next to her, rubbing his head against her hand to be stroked. She chuckles and scratches his head lovingly. "This is not too much me, but maybe you can find a phoenix from noble rank, I think I saw her last somewhere around the Banquet Hall." She chuckles softly, and in her scatterbrained manner almost forgot to take her note with her as she wanders out again to continue on her project.

Something we all know well I think…the only thing there is to do is to write. And you did pretty well here, especially liked the determination the poem shows, and how it stands out through the repetition you used here. Just a shame that the first line in the second part ends differently than the others. Maybe something like ‘I will have the best poetry on display”? I'm a big fan of structured poetry, and repetition, and to change from that structure is useful at times where you want to emphasise something, but here it seems to break out a little in a place where it might not be needed to break. I think this is a pretty neat poem, well done

Sweetcherrie watched the sheep throwing with amusement, and grinned as she saw Stoomp flying through the air. Then a certain smell hit her, and she wondered what it was, and looked at the sky, where it seemed to come from. It was that time that Stoomp apparently decided to ride through the sky as one rides in a rollercoaster and he threw his hands into the air. Unfortunately he forgot that he was holding a big lizard, and now Wyvern was tumbling down fast. Sweetcherrie had no time to think, and the only way she saw to possibly save him was try and change his course towards the pond just slightly down from where he would be landing now. Quickly she took the catapult and loaded it with a couple of sheepy pillows, she carefully aimed and shot. The sheep/pillow hit Wyvern and changed his course slightly, Sweetcherrie only hoped it would be enough. Sweetcherrie followed the big lizard with her eyes, and sighed with relief as she saw him land in the water safely. She chuckled softly as she sat down next to Patrick. “Seriously I can tell you stories about Wyv…you won’t believe it.” She settled and got comfy. “This other day…” She chuckled, “He had managed to get himself stuck into some weird thing again, and I have no idea how he does it, but he even seems to come out of this pretty normally, well normal as far as Wyvern can be normal that is. This time he had managed to get himself stuck in a big oil drum, think he saw something shiny on the bottom or something, and had dived in. It took a couple of hours and the help of a few people to actually get him out again, and then about two weeks to convince him that he really needed to get rid of the oil smell.” Sweetcherrie chuckled as she thought back. “Then again, I bet there are stories out there about all the pennites around.” Next theme: Mynx Words not to use: kitty, tail, and…….errr….no not errr, lets take story as third word

Sweet read the sign, and tilted her head. She always loved carnivals, but eliminated…it sounded so…grown uppers. But! She had never been scared away because of that before! And she wouldn’t darn let that happen now! The little girl puffed out her chest, and walked over to Katzaniel. “Count me in!” Katzaniel looked down at the blond curly head, and smiled, “Aren’t you a bit little for elimination poetry?” Sweet made herself even bigger, and stared straight back at Katzaniel, “No, I think I can do this, wanna hear what I’ve got?” She wrinkled her nose in concentration and started her poem. Yellow or white Or blue or red Choice’s harder Than…than All the jawbreakers I’ve ever had! Cherry or Apple Or banana or peach I want them all Just one from each I have to choose Can’t have it all But I really Realy want a multi-coloured Multi-tasty Multi-yummy Bubblegumball! As she finished she blew a big bubble with the chewing gum she was chewing at that moment, “This one was red and cherry flavoured, yum.”

*BOF* Stoomp was knocked to the ground by an overly large sheep. His chubby arms closed around the wooly animal, and he huggled it tightly. The sheep only said ‘baaaah’, and tried to wurm itself out of Stoomp’s embrace, but Stoomp suddenly saw more sheep flying. He crawled to his feet, and held the sheep under his arms. With a silly grin on his face he shuffled closer to Wyvern, and raised the illusional sheep above his head. With all the force he had in him, which is quite a lot, he threw the sheep towards the big lizard. The almost dragon caught the sheep/pillow full in his stomach, and the force swept him backwards. Stoomp giggled and grabbed another couple of sheep and started throwing them at innocent bystanders. The first person he hit was Gwaihir. Through the force of the throw the pillow snapped and turned into feathers, raining all over Gwaihir. Stoomp ooohed and aaahed at the pretty feathers, and grabbed another pillowsheep to try it again. He swirled it above his head, and a loud ‘baaaaaaahahahaa’ like a siren came out of the sheep as the dwarf swirled it around. He let go, and the sheep was baaahing with a big curve through the sky. Stoomp jumped up and down, clapping his hands, grinning widely as the sheep flew through the air. Then the pillowsheep started landing, the baahing became a little more frightened (after all flying is fun, but landing a lot less) and *BOF!* hit Ozymandias straight on the head. The Elder got knocked to the ground, and Stoomp oohed once more. He knew this guy, he had landed on him, and maybe he should surprise him. He looked around and saw the catapult. On his short legs he ran over and installed himself on the catapult together with another few sheep/pillows. Wyvern, who had just been getting by from getting hit by Stoomp's sheep, was grabbed around his throat. “We go suppise Ozyman.” Stoomp grinned. And all of a sudden the lizard and the dwarf were sent flying together with eight sheep/pillows towards Ozymandias.... OOC: Side stepping here! Please read as well!

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Inspired by: Word Association. Shanuki looked through the comic book, it seemed so exciting to be a real Ninja. He already liked their clothes, most of his own were black already, and he just knew that he could easily be one of them. He turned the page, and wrinkled his nose. Ninja girls all over the page, and all dressed in pink. Yugh, at least she had a floccinaucical role in this comic. No, if ninja girls would also be allowed it would all get to complicated, well hey than even that Avril girl in his class could be one. He chuckled, no she couldn’t, she was more suitable to become a singstar than a ninja. He giggled at the though of her on stage though, she was denser than one of those Tetris blocks, and about just as rigid. He also didn’t see the girl dancing in the near future, in gymclasses she showed time and time again that she did not consider her body a temple. Shanuki thought that Avril was more likely to consider her body like a rubbish bin, with the amount of fat stuff she ate. Or well, he thought she did, her skin had more yellow in it than healthy pink. No way she could ever become a goddess of rock. Shanuki read on, and cheered as Pagan, the hero of the book came into the story. Pagan was definitely the coolest ninja Shanuki had ever seen. Black clothes, of course, but on the back of his shirt there was a golden pentacle. Quickly he read on, wanting to know how his hero would fight the girl ninjas, but then his geometry teacher suddenly stood in front of him. “Shanuki, how will you ever learn about Pythagoras equations, if you don’t pay attention when I explain the theorem?” Shanuki looked up and nodded shamefully. He hated Math, but was scared to death that he would flunk the course. It was simply too difficult to concentrate on all the numbers though. He would study but already after five minutes he would stare at the pages like a braindead zombie. The teacher seemed satisfied when he put the comic away, but the moment the teacher turned his back to him, Shanuki quickly slipped his diary over his exercise book, the teacher would never notice what he was writing, as long as he was writing, and he really had to write down the thoughts and ideas he had just gotten for his own story as he had seen the actions of Pagan. Already he knew what the reactions of the character he had created would be. He scribbled a bit, and then the bell rang. Next class would be philosophy, he gathered his books and joined his classmates who were already running out of the door. “I hope that teach won’t give us too much homework.” He said to Mileay, his best friend. “I don’t know,” Mileay replied, “I hear from some other who had him today that he was in a bad mood, and he gave them an enormous pile of homework to do.” Shanuki thought about this, and they turned the corner towards the philosophy classroom. Just as Shanuki was starting to say something, the bullies of the school suddenly stood in front of the two boys. “Hey woozes. Do you remember what day it is?” Next to him he felt Mileay shudder. He now wished he was like Pagan, but that was only a dream, he could wish all he wanted at this point but that wouldn’t help him much. The guys in front of them were from the football team, and the biggest one was the star quarterback. The bloke was as big as a bull, and because he had shaved his head, he looked even more threatening. Shanuki felt a shiny pearl of sweat run down his forehead, and nodded. He knew well which day it was; it was collector day. Every Wednesday these guys would go round the school and collect valuables, people had already started to call them the packrats because of their large collection of weird items they had managed to collect like this. He shuffled backwards a bit, “Please don’t hurt me.” Captain Packrat grinned evilly, “I have no intention of hurting you myself, I wouldn’t want to get my hands dirty.” The bull stepped aside and the rest of the football team took a step into their direction. He felt Mileay cower next to him, and felt much like running away himself. Oh, if only he could be a ninja, he would kick the shit out of them. “Anything wrong?” The voice sounded so lovely at this point that Shanuki almost wet himself out of relief. “Nono, Miss Irene, we were just discussing football here, weren’t we?” The bull slapped on Shanuki's shoulder as if they were lifelong comrades, and grinned at the philosophy teacher. Mileay shovelled away with an apologetic look, and Shanuki felt his face get hot as Captain Packrat’s hand squeezed so hard in his shoulder that it hurt. “Right then. Shanuki, I think you’re in my next class, and you boys go outside. It’s a nice enough summer day, you shouldn’t be inside with this weather.” The bull let him go with a scowl, but the group of boys turned around, and left. Quickly Shanuki shuffled into the class room. His shoulder felt as if it was burned where the bull’s hand had slapped him, but this was still better than the nosebleed he surely would’ve had if Miss Irene wouldn’t have shown up. He sat down at his desk, and opened his philosophy book, shuffling the ninja comic under it. As he glanced aside him, he saw that Mileay had done the same, and that his friend was staring at a picture of a large wyvern. Where he was fond of ninjas, Mileay went more for the fantasy comics. The two friends grinned at each other, and then they both directed their attention back to the class and their comics. ~~~ “Shanuki! Are you coming downstairs soon? I have baked cake” With a sigh Shanuki put his computer game on pause and walk down the stairs. He loved his mom’s cake, unfortunately she also expected that he would talk about his day at school, and since he didn’t want to tell her about what really happened, it normally turned to useless chitchat. As he arrived downstairs he heard the voice of his aunt, and suppressed a shiver. They were schmoozeing on soft tone, probably about him, but as soon as his aunt saw him she got up and with a girlish cry she gave Shanuki a smooch on his cheek. His mom, who knew how much he hated his aunt’s wet kisses, only cuddled him quickly, and pointed him to the kitchen, where the cake was. Shanuki grinned at his mom, thankful that she let him escape the women’s company, and sauntered into the kitchen. His aunt apparently had brought the baby, since he saw a big bag of huggies on the kitchen counter, and the smell of dirty diapers was overpowering the smell of cake. He cut himself a piece of cake, bigger than he would normally get, and listened at the door to what his mom and aunt were talking about. He grinned to himself as he noticed they were talking about his grandma. The woman was senile and as old as Methusalem himself, but he loved her to bits. It was the only grandma he had left, since all the others were dead already long time before he was born. And of course, if he would follow the ninja religion they would, by now, all be reborn already, but Shanuki didn’t believe to much in that. With the cake in his hands, he sat down at the kitchen table, and the words floated in from the living room. “What will we do Livvy? The building mom lives in is condemned. She will be thrown out on the streets, and then what?” His aunt had always been a bit on the melodramatic side, and his mom answered in a calmer tone of voice that it would all be ok. “But Livvy, the whole neighbourhood will be swarming with criminals.” Shanuki grinned, next to being melodramatic his aunt also had a very active imagination. He shut out the conversation, and the diaper smell, and took the ninja comic he had been reading in class earlier. He had just arrived at the part where Pagan discovered that he had been framed and he quickly read on to see what would happen on the next page. Caught up in his storey he turned the page, and stared blankly at it. The page was empty and matted. All the pages in this comic were shiny, and this one looked more like drawing paper. He turned another page, and found that the rest of the comic was empty as well. All the pages were blank! He leafed feverishly through to the end, and his mouth fell open at what he saw on the last page. In the middle of the page a large lock of dark hair was stuck in the middle of the page. He stroked the hair softly, and was not over his surprise yet when the phone rang. “I’ll get it mom!” He shouted to the living room, and picked up the phone in the kitchen. It was Mileay. “Heya Shanuki, I was wondering, have you seen the hat I was wearing today at school?” Shanuki shook his head, “No.” “Oh,” his friend’s voice sounded disappointed through the phone, “Might have been the packrats playing tricks on me then.” “I’m sorry Mileay, I know you liked the hat.” Shanuki stared at the lock of hair in the comic book as he was talking to his friend. “Oh well, I’ll get my mom to get me a new one.” Mileay’s parents were rich, he probably didn’t care about the loss of a hat at all. “Wanna go for a game of soccer at the square tonight?” Shanuki thought of the strange comic, and hesitated. What he really wanted was try and find out what it meant, and where the hair had come from like this. “You know I’m no good at football,” He replied. Mileay chuckled, “I know, but the French girl you like so much will be there as well, and we’re all going out to eat fries after.” Shanuki coloured slightly red, lately he seemed to do this whenever someone managed Avril, and however hard he tried to tell himself that he didn’t like her, and that she was ugly, it wasn’t working too much yet. “Err…sure, what time?” The comic lay forgotten on the kitchen counter. “Eight, and oh, we’ll be playing the guys from block a, it’ll be peanuts to win from them.” OOC: For now I’m a bit stuck….if anybody else sees how to continue this with Snoopy…..more than welcome

Funny enough we use the word 'plebs' in Dutch...so I actually knew this, but not that it can also be used in English Miss 'High Society' pulled up her nose as she looked at the people in the restaurant, "These people are so, so plebeian," She said, the tone of her voice filled with disgust. I could only smile, "rather be one of the plebs than be like you", was all I thought as I saw her pursed lips. They looked a lot like a shriveled old plum, and had about the same colour. "Yes, better be one of the rabble than grow up to be like that." (btw, how clear is it that I quite like this theme, eh? All of a sudden my examples are getting longer )

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Thank you Yui-Chan you're the best *giggles about Wyvern* seriously, that's the best word so far *grin* Buuuuut, since I'm not so creative today, I'll just continue with the words I have... Oh, and there are a couple of them so here goes: Last word from last week: Hmm..sounds more like it has something to do with cleavage...the declivity of her...erm...no. It went downhil from there on, and in the depts of this declivity I found myself looking up towards sunshine, after all when you're at the lowest point, the only place you can go is up. This week's theme: The Masses That girl studied for years and years, and still she feels more at home with the proletariat. Oooh, I love this word, it has a nice ring to it...especially if you pronounce it with a hard r....rrrrabble. *giggles* He slid the guy's throat, and without a sound he disappeared back into the rabble. *grin* yessss, I definitely like this one. Righty...this feels like a synonym game now, and I like rabble more than this word, sounds like canary too much I live in an area where the general population is considered less than canaille. There we go, all up to date again Thanks again to those who post in here

Gryphon where did that come from?

*holds breath as the questions strike* *reads signature* Right, no comments then. Thank you for posting this, and welcome at the Pen.

Hah! No way! Ninja!

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*bounces in to see how it goes with the story telling* Woah! These are good! *blinks* and indeed, they almost could've gone into one story Aleaha: I picked the story up from the internet, the image is about all I can give you. I think the islands are from somewhere Asian, but even that I'm not sure off. Sorry =/ (Don't sic Kaitlyn on me...please )

*giggles* poor Ozy