Sweetcherrie

Never Nooit Niet Never had she ever, seen a man so clever Zo schoon, zo ongewoon Said she’d love him forever Op vastbesloten toon But two weeks down the road Vond ze hem een idioot A new guy came in view En het verhaaltje begon opnieuw Now, ten years later Weet ze wel beter She’s still alone En vindt dat heel gewoon Now she says: Al word ik een ouwe bes I’ll never go for second-best Al is dat het enige wat rest Below is the full enlish version although it doesn't make much sense anymore. I hope that the trabslating is correct (If not than the Dutch will now where to find me ) Never had she ever, seen a man so clever So pretty, so unusual Said she’d love him forever In a determined tone But two weeks down the road She thought him an idiot A new guy came in view And the story started all over again Now, ten years later She knows better She’s still alone And thinks that’s entirely normal Now she says: Even if I grow to be very old I’ll never go for second-best Even if that’s the only thing left I was clicking through the pages, and it just swum into my brain. (I tried to stop it swimming out here, but it had a mind of its own) Sweetcherrie

I have been searching for a good french dictionairy site for a while now, and i just don't seem to find it. Since my native language is Dutch I use a little internet help for my writing every now and then. I am looking for a site that gives me help finding synonims and rhyming, but at the same time is a dictionairy. I don't know if this exists, I have found an excellent sit in English and it helps me to expend my vocabulairy and at the same time, gives me some handy help, when needed. This is the link to the english site: Poetry.com Any help would be highly appreciated, even if it is three different sites. *bisous* Sweetcherrie

I have been staring at this marvelous poem for at least half an hour. Thinking about replying but not knowing what to write in that reply. I think that the strenght to break free is there, deep inside. Your poem is the first step to finding it. And unfortunately timemachines only go back, since the future is yet to be written, which would make you do it all over again, better deal with it now. Thank you, I have really enjoyed reading it, all ten times. *Hugs tightly* Sweetcherrie

*Thanks and hugs Peredhill for his replies* I have changed spend into spent, guess my linguistic abilities do faulter every now and then. Rereading your explanation again, I have also changed the capital J. This feels really good, I have learned a lot from one comment. Now I also know what "a Jhon" is! *Wrinkles are forming on her forehead as sweetcherrie thinks how she can use this info in a new story or poem* *Knuffel* Sweetcherrie

Last night spent In john’s embrace Didn’t feel right Felt disgraced I spilled my guts He took it away For last night’s meal I had to pay. edit: spend > spent edit: Jhon's > john's

Happy birthday!!

Given the conditions, a chainsaw suddenly sounds like a bad idea. But you could always have them looking for: - plasitc bag, from a specific shop (handy to put all the stuff away in) - used toothbrush - purple lipstick (or some other difficult colour) - camemille tea - white shoelaces pictures: - a human pyramid - a man wearing high heels Let us know how it went when you have done it. It sounds as if it will be a good one *greetzz* Sweetcherrie

Apremont (Vendee, France), July 2003 It was one of those really hot summer days. The air was weighing down, and the humidity seemed to choke me. Together with a friend I was supposed to go canoeing, but my friend had called that he couldn’t make it. So I had decided that I would go on my own. Maybe on the water the air would be cooler and if not than I could always jump in and cool down myself that way. After packing my stuff in a rug sack, sandwich, bottle of water, towel, cigarettes, and wallet, I changed and put my bikini under my shorts and top. This way later on I wouldn’t have to find a place to do that. (I hate that when you want to jump in and you first have to find somewhere to change into your bikini. And always when you wanted to change some brads would be running around trying to catch a glimpse of girls changing themselves.) I looked around if I hadn’t forgotten anything and discovered the book that I was reading; I decided to bring it, in case I would get bored later. All packed I walked down the street towards the river. I would rent out a canoe with a company that one of my friends worked with and if he could slip it by the boss he would probably let me have it for free. It was unusually quiet on the street, but then again, it was a very hot day and everybody would probably be sitting in air-conditioned houses. When I finally reached the river, the canoe-renting place was deserted, and the canoes were dancing lonely on the water. Only their ropes withheld them from drifting off to better places. I walked over to the office and found my friend sitting there with his head almost stuck in the ventilator. When I came in he almost fell of his chair has he tried to stand up swiftly in case it was the boss. When he saw that it was me he sank down on his chair again. “Mireille!” he said, while wiping sweat of his forehead “It’s you, I thought it was the boss” I wondered if he was sweating because of the weather, or because of the sudden fright I had given him. “Why are you here?” he asked, “I would have thought you would be sitting in front of the air-conditioning like everybody else.” I grinned, “You know very well that I am not like everybody else,” he nodded in agreement. “Can I have a canoe for the afternoon?” I asked. He looked at the clock, it was ten past three already, and seemed to make up his mind. “Yeah, why not. The boss won’t come in anymore, the fat bastard will be puffing in his own sweat somewhere.” It was common knowledge that my friend didn’t like his boss and he had told me and our other friends many times that if he wouldn’t need the money, he would have been gone already. “I hope all that fat starts to melt with this heat,” He now muttered under his breath as he walked to the key cabinet to get the keys for my canoe. Together we walked out to the little wooden wharf. He unchained a canoe and shoved me a paddle and a lifejacket in my hands. “I know you are not going to use the lifejacket,” he said as he saw my upcoming protest, “but you also know that I have to give them out” “Thank you” and I gave him a kiss on his cheek before I climbed in the canoe. “Have a good one, and be back at six” he shouted after me. I was already on my way to one of my most favourite places on the river. I had discovered this spot two year ago and since then I came here regularly to chill. That point of the river could only be reached by canoe and couldn’t be seen from of the sides. I peddled slowly and let the rhythm of the water take me further along, enjoying the breeze that had developed from the combination of movement and water. Even the birds that you could usually hear were not singing, they too, were hiding for the heat. Trees were touching the water with their low hanging branches and the sun was playing shadow games on the still water of the river. The only thing that disturbed the smooth surface was my canoe as I peddled it along. Soon I had reached my secret hideout and was glad to discover that there was indeed nobody there. I heaved my paddle out of the water and put it on the bottom of the canoe. Since the boat was small, but big enough, I stretched out and decided to read some from my book. I grabbed my bag and looked in it to find my book. Of course the book had slipped to the bottom and had hidden itself under the towel. I stuck my arm in it and wriggled around; when my hands found the book I smiled and pulled it out of the bag. While doing so I clumsily pulled out all the other stuff, and unluckily enough my wallet landed in the water and sank immediately. I peered over the edge of the canoe to see if I could discover my wallet, since the river was only 20 inches deep here, I had good hope. I saw something blinking and stuck my hand in the water to grab it, the canoe rocked unsteadily for a moment, and then decided to get rid of its load. It toppled over and I found myself sitting on all fours in the shallow water, with mud dripping out of my hair. “Just my luck” I thought “well at least I have my wallet back” I pulled my hand out of the water and to my surprise I wasn’t holding my wallet. I looked at it closer…it was an old mirror, rusty from the water. On the backside was an inscription Apremont (Vendee, France), July 1603 Mireio woke up with a nice lazy feeling, and lay still in the sheets for a while, trying to recapture the dream she had had. It had been such a wonderful dream; Sir Passart had taken her on his horse and was riding away with her to unknown countries. Slowly the dream fled away and Mireio got out of bed with a sigh, she loved her dream world a lot better than the real one. Today was her eighteenth birthday, which meant that she would have to stay inside looking pretty all day. Her mother’s guest would be parading in front of her all day, trying to catch her attention. She had to choose a husband, it was long due. But none of these overdressed, colourful peacocks, parading their wealth, interested her. The man that had stolen her heart was, unfortunately, already engaged. She knew that it had been stupid of her to loose her heart to this man, but couldn’t have stopped it, even if she had wanted to. She sighed again and rang the bell for her ladies to come and help her dress. An hour later she went downstairs to join her mother in the garden, who had two servants standing at either side of her waving fresh air at her with big peacock feathered fans. “Ahh, there you are,” her mother said, “I would have come up myself to get you but it is such a hot day and I didn’t want to ruin my make up” All her mother ever cared about was her appearance and other people’s appearances. She couldn’t ware anything without her mother looking disapprovingly, and making comments about it. Today, however, it seemed that it was too hot or something, because her mother didn’t say anything as Mireio sat down in a chair behind her. Immediately two other servants, with sunburned necks, ran over and started waving her cool air. “We have about an hour to... stay in the shade!” her mother cried all of a sudden “You don’t want to look like a farmer girl on your birthday, do you?” Her mother obviously expected no answer because she went on about what was on the program for that afternoon and evening. This afternoon they would receive the admirers with their gifts, and tonight at the ball they could dance with her. Thinking about the dance tonight, Mireio’s feet already started to hurt. Her mother talked endlessly until it was time to go inside and take their places, to receive the guests. Sitting in the middle of the room always made Mireio feel ridiculous. An endless stream of men had already passed and there would be more to come. None of them were very interesting, and Mireio’s face started to cramp up, because of the constant smile she had to wear. She started dreaming away, dreaming about her own Sir Passart. "He would take her away on his white horse and they would leave this showcase parade behind them…" Mireio had been so caught up in her daydreaming, that she didn’t even notice it the first time her mother spoke to her. She drew herself away from her fantasies and focused on her mother’s words. “…Sir Amets, is maybe a bit older dear, but his money easily makes up for that.” Mireio looked at the man that was currently bowing at her feet. "A bit older, this man would not survive the first year into our marriage," Mireio thought, "than again that is probably how mother would like it best..." She smiled at the man and he returned the smile, showing a mouth full of brown rotten teeth. Mireio suppressed a shiver, how could her mother think that she could marry him. She was infinitely relieved when she could retreat to her rooms, to get herself ready for the ball that night. When her helps had heaved her in her tight ballroom dress, and they had finished powdering her hair, she sent them away. She needed a few moments to herself before going to the grand hall to finish the porcelain-puppet-in-a-glass-case day. Quietly she sneaked down the stairs and slipped into the gardens. The moon was shining brightly tonight and there were hardly any clouds to be seen. By the silver rays of light she found her way to the river that ran through the gardens. When she had found a place that was covered from sight by thick, low hanging branches filled with leaves, she sat down. Tears started leaking from her eyes, unwanted, hot, burning tears. She sat their softly crying until she heard a soft whisper in the tree. Startled she looked around and discovered that a man was walking towards her. Quickly she started to wipe away her tears. “Don’t worry I won’t tell,” the man said as he sat down next to her, “I know only to well how hard these days are, and the only thing you want to do is hide in a corner, unseen by the rest of the world.” He took a handkerchief from his pocket and gave it to her; she used it to wipe away the tears. “You can keep it,” he smiled when she wanted to give him back his handkerchief. The man was handsome; he had blond hair that fell curly until his shoulders. His eyes were the brightest blue she had ever seen, and twinkled boyishly. “My name is Nathan,” he said “I think you were daydreaming when we were presented this afternoon” Mireio laughed, the way he said it made it seem as if daydreaming was the most natural thing to do during something so important. “I think so, because I would surely remember you,” as she said it, she felt the blood streaming to her cheeks. “I have a gift for you that I wanted to give you personally,” He pulled a small package from his pocket. “It’s a mirror, to show you the beauty I see in you” Mireio turned the mirror around, it was clearly handmade and little pearls were shining on the edge, on the back there was an inscription -For the beautiful Mireio, from her forever faithful Nathan-. Apremont (Vendee, France), July 2003 I tried to decipher the inscription, but all I could read was the names, Mireio and Nathan. I turned the mirror around again, instead of my own reflection I saw a pretty girl and a man sitting on the side of the river, they were kissing. “Man what trash people throw away, spoiling the environment, these days…” I thought, and pocketed the mirror so I could throw it away properly later. I felt around on the bottom, and discovered that my wallet was lying straight next to my hand. I swam around for a while, and washed my clothes free from mud. When it ran towards six, I got back in my canoe and returned to the wharf. As I locked the canoe with the chain, my friend came walking over. “Had a nice afternoon then?” He asked. “Hmm, hot and boring” I said, “thanks for the canoe” “Anytime,” he replied and walked back to the office to put away the keys. “See you!” I shouted back at him. I walked back to the road, throwing the mirror in a bin I passed on the way. It had been a nice, slow, sweltering afternoon.

Lovely stories, Empty Playground brought a lump in my throat, but luckily Elevator Blues made me laugh it away. These are the two stories I liked best, but You touched my life had me thinking about people that have touched my life. It is so nice to have found a place where stories like this suddenly jump into view and bring up unexpected emotions. *hugs* Sweetcherrie

Thank you for your explanation, which was very clear and understandable. *Hugs*

I was hoping Mr Belgium that you were still ther but guess I was too late I have PMed you my question but I will post it here as well. (It is burning a whole in my tongue you see) What exactly is the difference between that and which? And when do I use these? The fire that burned happily or The fire, which burned happily It is actually word that gets me confused here because this program keeps suggesting me to use the opposite of what I have used. *looks at her question for the last time with an utterly bewildered stare, mumbles "Yes that is about right," and runs back to the story she is writing*

I would definitely use the words in the first row. Does that make me British Dutch or American Dutch?

Fijne verjaardag (happy birthday!)

Hmm, I have worked as en entertainer on campsites and I should say that it depends a bit on with who you are doing a scavengerhunt (men/women, what age?) and if you do this at night or by day. But one of my favourite items to go and find on the nightly spooky ones (with adults of course) was a chainsaw. Once we had a volunteer with a chainsaw (without the chain) in the middle of a forest. he scared the living day out of people by showing up with a white mask on his face and starting the chainsaw and holding it between their legs. But you have to be carefull with for example umbrella's if you want to do that sort of stuff, because scared people do silly things and might go poking people's eyes out. The other thing me and my collegues always tried to imply is tasks, as in doing things other than finding stuff. For example, getting other (random people on the streets) to do things like stand on their hands. Don't know if that is of any help but I wish you good luck with organizing your hunt! *hugs* Sweetcherrie PS I have a folder somewhere with all the activities we organised and if you get stuck let me know and I will look it up

Temptation has a t in it. I like the poem and it makes me want to say that even when love is in the dirt and on the ground, sometimes somebody walks by, picks it up, blows the dirt away, and gives it a place in its heart. *hugs*

He Appy, Cool, meer nederlanders, I am actually following my studies in English/French at the moment, but I still get corrected so many times by the native speakers. Which is good because that helps me to improve! I write English with the words that come to my mind, but I think it is maybe more British/English because I have worked with a lot of British collegues and they constantly told me things like: No it is not Trash it is Rubbish and that's a Lorrie not a Truck So I have probably picked up some British parts there. I have read your poems in the library and they're amazing! It's a shame we can't mix the languages into one, because sometimes a sentence feels better in Dutch but sometimes the English phrase expresses it better. I especially liked Opnieuw. Plus I saw that some were written in Groningen and others in Peize. Now I must say that I followed part of my studies in Groningen at the Hanzehogeschool. So maybe in the past we have ran into eachother already! Keep me updated off any new work of yours and I will be looking forward to be reading it! And maybe I can PM you if I can not find translations for certain words? *Hugs* Sweetcherrie

Trey slides around the corner out of breath and tripping over one of his wings falling in a big mud puddle. "Man these things are getting annoying" he mumbles, as he flaps the wing back. "I heard there's somebody handing out riddles?" He says as he tries to sweep the mud of his zebra striped fur "I hope I'm not too late, cause I would like to try"

Thank you for pointing that out because I really didn't want to talk about a deer in that particular part. Hugs back

After reading and rereading Should I post from Peredhil, I found the courage to post this. Please be nice.....

Suicide Sweet sorrow silently settles Slowly seeping into my soul Darkness deepens Drowning thoughts And dreams die Endless emotions emerge Cowering conscience collides with pride Foully flooding felicity Leaving feelings loaded with lies I ponder on passionate prayers Please make my wrongs right Alas time took that option And faithful regret has arrived Pain pierces my heart in unknown hurt For I am left with only one word: Why?

Nope it’s NOT what you think!! “Oh Yes, yes give me more!” Mara heard herself utter squeaky noises, but she didn’t care “Yes, there, aaah you’re so hot.” Little drops were forming, slowly gliding down her body. She could feel the juices running faster through her veins. Every nerve in her lean body was filled with heat. Her gorgeous hot stud hadn’t left her alone since the night had ended and she was thoroughly enjoying the heat he created in her body. She cast a glance to her left and saw that her sisters were rejoicing as well, they too had been far too long without. The grass had been a bit moist this morning but was drying up nicely and felt nice and soft under her feet. She loved being outside again she had been cooped up inside all winter. Sure she knew they were doing it for her best, but that didn’t mean she like it. In fact she hated the winter and people always said that they could predict spring was coming just by looking at her. Mara was now 7 winters old and full-grown. Her one friend was tickling her and the other was making her body move uncontrollably. She sighed with pleasure. A butterfly passed and sat down on her forehead. She loved butterflies. They were such gracious creatures. She tried to keep still, but a sudden thrust made her move so suddenly that the butterfly flew away with fright. She followed the butterfly with her eyes but her friend made her close them. She didn’t care too much. She was way too hot to really think about butterflies. Looking to the right she saw that some other families preferred the shade, but she could hear them having fun. She smiled. She closed her eyes and let the amazing feelings take her higher. Her friend was slowly moving. It was hard not to scream of mounting pleasure. Ooh what the heck, nobody was listening. “I LOVE MY LIFE AS A FLOWER IN THE WARM SUMMERBREEZE WITH THE SUN AS MY BEST FRIEND!” This came into my mind as I was walking through the flowershop to get a cactus for one of my friends (I was supposed to take care of her plants while she was on holiday and accidently killed one)

Sweetcherrie wanders out of the Recruiter’s Office, a bit dazed of what had just happened, the copy of her application form still in her hand. “I wonder what I got myself into this time” she mumbles, “I mean, really, lizards? And fruit cakes flying around?” She looks down at the form; the big red letters of the stamp dance excitedly on the paper. “Maybe it’s not all that bad,” she thinks and frowns her forehead in big wrinkles “I mean he was exited about my story, a bit too excited maybe. The way he was talking of making my lovely Trey into, what was it again? Ah yes "Almost Dragonic Brand Trey Cuddle Dolls™. I should go back and tell him that Trey is not Dragonic at all” she backtracks her steps until the office door. Raising her hand to knock, another thought flies into her head “maybe he likes to have little elven for diner? He certainly didn’t look as if he was fond of fruit cake” “Ah well, that’s just a chance I will have to take” But just as she courageously raises her hand again, the door flies open and the lizard walks through it. Sweetcherrie almost gets knocked of her feet and staggers a few steps backward. “Yes, what might it be now?” he asks with his evil grin “By the way good story” Wyvern’s face crumples up into what looks like something of a smile. “It’s a real smile,” Sweetcherrie thinks to herself and decides that she has made the right choice to join, and that she will learn to love each and every one of them, even this weird lizard with his overexcited business ideas. “Ahem yes” Sweetcherrie stumbles over her word as they try to get out of her mouth “I guess, I would like to, erm, say thank you.” “You’re welcome. Now would that be all? I’m busy.” Sweetcherrie nods and the lizard strides on. “Ok, now I will have to prove that I’m worthy of the membership” Sweetcherrie says to herself. She looks at the form still in her hand. ‘Accepted’ the word has a nice ring to it. As reality oozes in, Sweetcherries starts to dance of joy. And as she danced down the streets, people could hear her sing.

sighs I often wonder how it would be to look at myself trough someone else's eyes. To me this poem tells me to try and understand other people and put myself in their shoes. That way preventing to hurt them, even if unintentionally, by knowing exactly what to say and when. I absolutely love it, in fact I am gonna write it down and pin it to my wall as a reminder that people are unique and each thinks in their own unique way.

Does this mean no fridge/freezer combination than.....? Thanks anyways for clearing it up!

It does sound like a beginning of a good story and I am endlessly glad that you gave them daggers to deal with the rats and not a flute