One of the methods I use is freedom. Don't think that you must do this because I have done this. Think this is this, but this is that or that.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Say the rhymes of a word aloud. Even if they arn't words.

 

 

 

My-kye-tie-lie-pie-nigh-tri-xi-why-rhy-rye-igh

 

 

 

Good-pud-lud-fud-tud-mud

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Remember that they don't have to be words but rather suf-fixs.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is my.

 

 

 

Live on high.

these are both from tale of the lovers ghosts... http://forum.tip.it/viewtopic.php?t=600904

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They embraced for a moment, and then to the surprise of the young captain she pushed herself off him, throwing him down. She grabbed his sword and plunged it into her heart. She said something to him, but I could no longer hear it, war was louder, it shouted down all other voices. He kneeled at her body.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

and

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅIÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢m not a drunkard. I may drink like one and act like one sometimes. But I only drink to forget, not to get drunk in revelry like others. Take this address and talk to this man and see that my tale is true.ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

these are both from tale of the lovers ghosts... http://forum.tip.it/viewtopic.php?t=600904

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They embraced for a moment, and then to the surprise of the young captain she pushed herself off him, throwing him down. She grabbed his sword and plunged it into her heart. She said something to him, but I could no longer hear it, war was louder, it shouted down all other voices. He kneeled at her body.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

and

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅIÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢m not a drunkard. I may drink like one and act like one sometimes. But I only drink to forget, not to get drunk in revelry like others. Take this address and talk to this man and see that my tale is true.ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

Just started this, I reckon its probably the best thing I've written in a long time actually (story-wise)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

so anyway here it is

 

 

 

____________________________________________________

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As I lay there, tears streamed down my face. I pulled up the flowers that we planted together, and let the wind whip at my face. That was when I realised, all I have left is my memories now, and there is no more fun, no more you. I settled down on that grassy hill, which was now flowerless, and let the light of the moon shine on me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As that harsh night passed, my eyelids closed, and I dreamt of you.

Very nice Andufus,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I reckon, (this is just a guess) that your a very romantic person. I like the way the structure and words flow together with a very genuine sentiment which i think came straight out of your heart. Great going! :D

thanks lee, it was inspired by the verse train.

wow, hey that reminds me..................................... \

from Kun, I like this perhaps best (quote wise)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In our future, technology has reached its height, but philosophy has reached its lowest peaks.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It so true! even today!

"Whenever the wind whisles through the reeds I will hear your name, Lowesten."

 

 

 

"Errr...My name is whyge"

 

 

 

"Lowesten..."

 

 

 

To self 'Definately not cured....'

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Like a rain drop,

 

 

 

perched on a leaf,

 

 

 

you defy. Even the earth itself.

from Kun, I like this perhaps best (quote wise)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In our future, technology has reached its height, but philosophy has reached its lowest peaks.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It so true! even today!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I love that. It should be written on a tomb stone somewhere. Hope you know what i mean. :XD:

He sat back, he had a few minutes of leisure before he must actually start. His eyes rolled around, glancing at the green lights. Eventually he found himself looking at his promised. Her name was Kammy, and she was very beautiful to his eyes. Equal in fighting skills they had continuously tied in combat simulations.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Strange are two lovers in kun... poor guy...

Yup its pretty good. But its a poem not a bitesized peice of literature.

 

 

 

Please re read the rules and make sure you only right something that is bitesized.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Yes, but that's no reason to..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"That will be all, good doctor."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"But..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Captain carefully arranged his face into Menacing Frown. "That's enough, doctor."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Fine, them, I'm leavi..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Arrest this man!" The Captain barked. "Mutiny! Mutiny!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The first officer sighed. "Sir, he's just on his way out."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"He tried to assassinate me." The Captain folded his arms. "I order you to execute him."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The first officer gave the doctor a terrified grin. "Listen, we'll execute him as soon he's outside," he said soothingly. "Right away. In a hideous, painful fashion."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Good," replied the Captain, sternly. "Begone!"

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Sorry for arguing on your thread, Lee - it's very spammy and unthoughtful of us.

Cleaned the arguement off this thread~ Be nice and stop arguing. :)

You edited of my HMS Tin Can story....oh well.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Like a ripple in a pool of joy.

 

 

 

It spreads from shore to shore.

 

 

 

Like a kid with a toy.

 

 

 

Or a rockstar on tour.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"We are the ones. The ones that guide you. Protect you. We are the Watchers." The lights go down and when they come back James is standing in the room, quite alone.

There is Nothing.

 

 

 

Not whiteness, nor blackness, because those are qualities. they are something. Simply nothing, empty and void as the mind in a dreamless sleep.

 

 

 

Now feel a sudden burst of light, an overpowering blast to all senses physical, emotional, magical, and spiritual, the sudden, powerful burst of Creation, the fire that brings forth life, the roaring of the raw power of the Universe.

 

 

 

Hear, in a voice as old as the stars and the hills and older, as deep as the molten bowels of the earth and deeper, as immoble as the stone mountain and stronger: "ONE."

 

 

 

The world reverberates with the sound of it that is more than sound, and upon the sky, still glowing with the starfire of creation, see a scale, huge, ineffably so, larger than the world, larger than the universe. In that deep, powerful, old voice, Words are spoken.

 

 

 

"Number ONE. There Shall Be BALANCE."

 

 

 

And the scale explodes into a million glowing fragments, scattering themselves across the sky, forming groups and clusters. Among the new stars another Voice moves.

 

 

 

The Balance is broken.

Edited.

 

 

 

Sorry for arguing on your thread, Lee - it's very spammy and unthoughtful of us.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I don't mind, don't worry :

a little lymeric i wrote, one of my favourites though a little weird :XD:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

there once was a fashionable young lassy

 

 

 

who was quite fiendishly sassy

 

 

 

she stayed out past ten

 

 

 

and hogged all the men

 

 

 

no wonder her friends called her trashy