Sweetcherrie

*hugs* An inner fight...life should sometimes simply stop teaching us lessons. Thank you for sharing this

Two marbles in my hand One black, one white No way to go No way to know What is wrong And what is right Two marbles in my hand One love, one truth Two ways to go One way to know What is day And what is night Two marbles in my hand One me, one you Which way to go Do I want to know Which is friend And which is foe? Two marbles in my hand Only two

I like that last one, and it does make you think and if my inspiration lets me...who knows, I might just listen to a song, and suddenly feel like writing myself.

Happy Birthday Deggy

First time for me to stumble upon this thread....and what a pleasant surprise. You've got a few nice little gems here

The book wasn’t especially interesting, but Sweetcherrie was already glad that she had finally found time to read again. It was a sunny day and warm for the time of year, so she had hung up a hammock in the gardens and was lazying around a bit. She turned the page and tried with all her might to focus on the story of the heroin, but started to drift off. The images were rather intense, and all held fire in them. The flames rose higher and higher. Suddenly from inside the flames she heard a familiar screech, and the next thing she knew she was on the floor with a large fiery bird on top of her. “Troy! What on earth are you doing?” The phoenix jumped around on her stomach and Sweetcherrie oompfed, and pushed the bird off of her. The images of flames continued, and she was rather surprised to see how chaotic they were. Troy had improved enormously lately and normally the images were well ordered and very understandable, but now she just couldn’t make anything out of them. She got up and immediately the bird flew up and settled down on her head, seeing that apparently she hadn’t stuck out her arm fast enough according to him. “Get of my head will ya!” He did as asked and circled once before landing in front of her. With his head tilted he started dribbling back and forth in between her, and then decided that she wasn’t doing what he wanted her to do, so he grabbed her trousers in his beak and pulled her in the right direction. Sweetcherrie sighed, “Alright then, I’ll follow.” Troy rose up once more, and she almost had to hurry to keep up with him. For a moment she wondered where he was going, but when they approached the great halls of the Pen Keep she started to suspect she already knew what had happened. Word was that another phoenix had settled in the Pen, and not having seen one of his kind before, Troy would surely have been taken away by it. When Cryptomancer walked out with the bird on his arm she was sure. All of a sudden Troy was silent, and stared in aw at the flaming bird. Sweetcherrie grinned, and smiled. “Welcome, and I think once Troy has calmed down, he’ll think the same.”

it's one of those things.... Not sure if this counts, because it means very little and is more said as a nothingness to say when you have nothing else left to say. What we call a dooddoener in dutch - trite, truism or banal was what Appy got for me as translation

Touched by this...thanks

Very nice I always like the positive poems, find it difficult to write them myself at times though, so all the more respect to you for writing this.

Nice work. I would like to see some breaks somewhere though, but that's probably only personal. Keep it up

*listens* Nope, I hear no sucking Beauty comes from the inside, and is not always easy to find, but with a bit of effort you can make it shine. *hugs*

*hugs* nice

I keep coming back to this one planning to really comment on it....but can never find the right words. So, I will simply say that I read it...more than once, and liked it a lot. Thank you

Adds her liking to that of the others

Welcome at the Pen I still don't get the indenting correct, and I've been around here for a while already now. And though indeed some things might never go away entirely, they will get better in time... Nice poem, and I hope to see more of your work around here

In a corner of the room Sweet had been following the lizard’s every move, and all the while she’d been thinking that she could do a far better job. On the other hands she sort of liked all the little mousies, they were fun to play with. However, she also felt sorry for all the little kitty cats around that would not have any food if there were no rodents. With a frown she debated about the problem with herself, and all of a sudden an image of Mynx flashed through her head. Mynx would surely be glad if she could catch her a big fat rat; after all, she was a cat, no? A rather big one of course, so it would have to be a big rat…meaning that it would have to be a big trap. Without anybody noticing her she slipped out of the Conservatory in search of her magical pens. She would build the best trap that had ever existed. She skidded to a halt outside Sweetcherrie’s room, and peeked in to see if the room was empty. When she found that there was indeed nobody there she dived into the cupboard and rumbled around in it. Chucking her roller skates, pogo stick, and marbles to the side, she finally found what she was looking for and emerged holding her cherished pens in her hands. Sweet looked around the room and discovered that she left it in rather a mess, but shrugged and decided to clean it up later. Running back to the Conservatory she almost ran over Venefyxatu, but before he could ask what all the hurry was about, she was gone already. When the little girl arrived at the Conservatory she slipped back inside, and discovered that she had forgotten paper. With a shrug she sat down in the corner and started drawing on the wall, it wasn’t as if it would stay on the wall after all. With the tip of her tongue sticking out she drew what she thought would be the best trap ever. When she was finished she took a step back and looked at the result. On the wall there was now a drawing of what looked like a door. The door came up to her knees, and she nodded to herself. It would be perfect. Now, she only had to find someone with a little bit of magic to make it work…..

This is beautiful... it has a sad tone to me, but it's so real and intense that I can almost hear it being read to me. *hugs* The rhyme seems a bit forced at times, but the meaning and images...really nice

*hugs* Great to read your writing again, and even greater to see those last lines....living your life is rather important, seeing that we only get one (well, this lifetime anyways ) *hugs some more and bounces out*

Today would be one of those days, a day that you have eight of in a week, and she knew it when she swung her legs over the side of her bed. Getting up was getting harder now the weather kept her hostage in her bed. Looking out of the window she saw the rain pouring down, and the stark grey sky that didn’t allow the weak autumn sun to break through. Am I the downpour? With a sigh she got up from her bed and pulled a towel around her neck. Shampoo in her right hand and keys in the left she walked downstairs, all the while hoping that the shower would be empty. She loved her room in the student house, but sometimes sharing a shower with others was a pain. With a soft click the key turned in the lock and as she opened the door she knew that there was of course someone already in the shower. Or would I feel the water pouring down on me? Ten long, shivering minutes later the shower finally emptied, and she nodded at her upstairs neighbour and slipped into the shower cabin, literally. Her hands grasped for something to hold on to, but it was no use. Her knees hit the edge of the shower basin hard, and the right one started bleeding immediately. With a curse she hoisted herself up and checked the damage, it wasn’t deep, but hurt like hell. Did I make you shiver? Did I make you slip? The tap wouldn’t turn at first and when it finally did; boiling hot water shot out and burned her skin. She jumped back and bumped with her butt into a clothing hook. That would definitely become a bruise. When she turned the coldwater tap, the water first went freezing, but then finally managed to stay on a proper temperature. Burned your fingers? Oops, was that me? The shampoo didn’t sting too much when she got it in her eyes, it did however sting a lot when it ran past her open knee. It kept stinging even after she had rinsed it out with water, and naturally she discovered that he towel had been blown of the hook, and had fallen on the wet floor when she turned the shower off. I hope I was that breeze. With the towel wrapped tightly around her she walked back to her room, and suddenly felt her flip-flop stick tightly to the floor. Some idiot had spit out gum in the middle of the hallway, and of course she had managed to step right in the middle of it. A whole hallway to herself, but she had to step into that piece of chewing gum. Yep, that’s me. When she reached her bedroom, she looked from her bed to her clothes that were hanging neatly over the chair, ready for a day at the office. Her hand reached out to the phone, and two minutes later she was back in bed; her boss had told her to stay at home for a couple of days, and get it out of her system. Don’t worry; I’ll get out of your system.

Hmm…I’m going to disagree with Wyvern…I do like the dissonant thrust. One thing with a one-night stand is that it’s normally not to fabtastic, because you have no idea of each other’s wishes, bodies, and rhythm. So a dissonant thrust is brilliant in this subject, and I’m not bothered by the word choice there either. The word that does bother me however is the word ‘harmony’. This is a word that makes me think of love and affection, not the pure lust that normally goes with a one-night stand. The conflict it shows to tone-deaf hearts is nice, but I would probably try to change the bringing part into something like ‘attempting’ or ‘trying to bring’. A word I also don’t like is pirouetting it makes me think of figure skating, and that is so not what you’re trying to get here….I assume. I understand the connection between dancing and music, but tone-deaf suggest that you’re listening to the music and not dancing to it. To me there’s a big difference….not sure if that’s too clear of a comment though I will echo Wyvern’s comment about the spacing after the word thrust, I like it. Nice work

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In the meantime....

A bit shaken up Sweetcherrie takes a seat next to Wyvern, and tries to think of an answer that will satisfy the lizard's greedy look. She barely notices the claw that is slipped around her shoulder, as she watches the panthers gather in one corner of their cage. It was obviously feeding time, and to escape having to give an answer to his question she points out the activity in the cage to the almost dragon. The large cats growl at each other and a particularly large one whacks all the others to the side so that he will be at the food first. When the humps of meet are thrown in it gets even worse, and the way the animals attack the food suddenly makes her think of the Madame. The Madame! Wyvern had managed to rush her out of the office before she even had time to speak to her, she just had to call her. Sweetcherrie looks sideways at the almost dragon, and feels guilty for having to disrupt the date once more. A thought comes up in her head, and she kisses the lizard on his snout. "I have to go to the little girls room, be right back." And before he has time to respond she darts off towards where she had seen a sign for the bathrooms. She dials the number of the office and waits for someone to answer. As the phone is about to ring and the Madame heaves her body out of the chair, the poor thing gives a relieved creak. She moves over to the phone much like a ship covered in curtains would move: slowly and majestically. The second it starts ringing she picks up the receiver and speaks. "Madame Artsutarahz herself." "Hello, it's me. I was wondering if everything over there went ok?" More people come into the bathroom and Sweetcherrie quickly finds a cubicle and locks it so she will have some privacy. "But of course my pretty. Celina is working on her letters, and all the others have left on their missions." Sweetcherrie nods, but realizes that the Madame would not be able to see that. "Good, I will try to be back as soon as possible, I'm terribly sorry to have left in such a hurry, without even saying hello to you." The Madame smiles to herself. "Ah, but you were going on an important date, were you not? Had I been on time, I'm sure we would've talked." "Yeah, well thank you so-" All of a sudden the line goes dead. Sweetcherrie shouts a 'hello' in the phone, but when she looks at its screen she sees that the battery has died on her. She tries turning it back on again, but the device doesn't show any signs of life. With a sigh she sticks it back into her pocket, and wants to unlock the door again, but it seems a bit stuck. With all her might she tries to turn the lock, but it isn't budging one inch. She bangs on the door in hopes of someone hearing her, but the bathrooms have emptied out again, and no reply comes. Desperately she gives it a last try and turns the lock with all her strength, and all of a sudden she is holding the knob in her hand. It has broken off clean. Sweetcherrie drums the door with her hands, but all that replies is silence. Why did this always happen to her, it was the slam quest all over again. There and then she decides to never lock a toilet again, at least not with her in it. She sinks down on the toilet, and hopes that Wyvern will come looking for her. OOC: thanks to Venefyxatu who gave the answers for the Madame

that's what we're here for, and *hugs warmly* no problem, RL always goes first. Hope that your car is fixed now

*hugs Elvina warmly* This might be of help Not to worry, you're an honoured guest...not too much affected by it....though it would always be nice to welcome a new person in our midsts as initiate of course, so maybe apply? *hugs again and drifts off herself to do some posting*