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Post by Darkstar on Oct 1, 2014 13:51:49 GMT -6
HEY IT'S THAT TIME OF YEAR AGAIN WHEN IT'S FREAKIN' OCTOBER AND THAT MEANS HALLOWEEN IS LESS THAN A MONTH AWAY. IN ORDER TO CELEBRATE, WE'RE GOING TO HAVE A FREAKIN' PARTY AND WRITE A POEM AS A CONTEST. SOUND FUN? ALRIGHT! RULES:
- YA GOTTA WRITE SOMETHING SPOOKY
- IT GOTTA BE A POEM. I DON'T WANNA BE READIN' NO ESSAY
PRIZES:- A SPECIAL SPOOKY HALLOWEEN PLOT*
- YOU AND/OR YOUR MATE GETTA KIT
- COOL FUNKY TEXT FOR YOUR NAME HOLY CRAP BUT IT'LL "EXPIRE" AT THE END OF THE MONTH
YA HAVE UNTIL 12 AM ON SUNDAY OCTOBER 12, 2014 TO GET YOUR ENTRIES IN. *staff will be assisting in making this plot, but we wouldn't mind your input as well.
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Post by Whitehawk on Oct 1, 2014 14:40:31 GMT -6
Roses are red Violets are blue Your house is haunted It's coming for you
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Post by Skywing on Oct 1, 2014 17:09:32 GMT -6
Hush now little angel Listen to the children scream Stories of ghosts and all things scare But wait.. Ghosts aren't real, but the knife is floating Hush now little angel Its much to late! Your dead now, little angel .. So listen to your children scream As they to face the knife of floating horrors.. Hush now little children...
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Post by Wingedpaw on Oct 1, 2014 17:30:25 GMT -6
Halloween Syndrome
Eyeholes cut through off-white sheets A smiling mouth missing a few small teeth
Pudgy hands holding a pumpkin shaped basket Holding candy being the right task for it
The squeals of the baby monster's laughter Always will end at around ten after
The little ghouls and ghosts return home Losing their Halloween syndrome
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Post by Littlefox on Oct 1, 2014 17:37:03 GMT -6
my poem is by far the scariest i hope you're all ready for it An Absolutely Terrifying Poem
You're home alone. All is well. But then... ...your mother walks in. THE END
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Post by Quickfox on Oct 1, 2014 17:44:48 GMT -6
"the voices aren't real." but I hear them too, they crawled out your ear, just before morning's dew. they slid through my veins, with a painful pulsation, and in my head they found, their new destination. for my train of thought, they purchased their ticket. and all noise died down, not even a cricket. that's when they appeared, their faces obscured, as soon as they spoke, I hoped I'd misheard. "we've watched you so long, just look how you've grown! we're all just so glad, that we've got you alone. please understand, there's nowhere to run. we hope you're in the mood, there'll be plenty of fun! so, take off your skin, do you need some assistance? we must look the same, for sweet coexistence. we'll drain all your blood; it takes up too much space, its so lovely to look at, what was once your face. and all of these bones? we'll toss them aside! as soon as your ribcage, is pulled open wide. now your spirit can join us! aren't you excited? we can be together, forever, united..." I ripped myself open, because they demanded, at least I know in my death, I'll never be stranded. the voices took me in, and hung my head from a bough, so, take off your skin. yes, darling, it's your turn now.
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Lionpaw
Apprentice
- Based of Annie Leonhardt
Posts: 86
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Post by Lionpaw on Oct 1, 2014 18:00:59 GMT -6
Like a warewolve's howl comes my scream in the night... ...Doc's giving out jawbreakers and I have an overbite. Like rattling chains comes a sound that brings fear.. Your mother calls "No candy tonight dear!" The darkness descends like the shadow of the kid beater... ...Its the neighborhood booger eater.
Ok, don't judge me on this, alright? I spent like ten minutes on it.
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Post by Silverwhisker on Oct 1, 2014 21:26:50 GMT -6
In the house you are alone. Call out something, don't hear a tone. The windows and doors are very cold. It's that month, have you not told? Black cats scurry under light. Beware, there are lurkers tonight. Zombies are marching waiting for brains. Vamps for blood, or just a grain. Grab your umbrella, because it might pour. Lots of candy at the store. You better rush to your house. Might be greeted by a mouse. A bat flutters in the room. Go to the kitchen to grab a broom. Once a second, it turns to goo. Then a large size and says BOOO!!
(Ehh hope you likey! Lovely Silv silv~ <3) ×
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Mothbriar
Warrior
Beautiful Cinnamon Roll
Posts: 150
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Post by Mothbriar on Oct 2, 2014 6:32:01 GMT -6
'You shouldn't be here now, but we'll let you in. Welcome to Kingsfield, the great town of sin.' Welcome to terrors, to not sleeping at night. Welcome to the supernatural, come take a bite.
Walking past town square, empty and damp, Forced into the theatre by rain, like a tramp. Welcome here now, the show has begun. Not for you, but for us. Us, and that sneaking suspicion: You should have run.
What revolting diviner had made up your fate, Should have been shot when they began the escapade. Now it runs through your veins, Writhing like snakes, spreading the pain that you could have escaped.
You're one of us, now, Not meant to be. But you cannot take it, You can't stop the screams That flow through your mouth like a river of sorrow. Don't worry, my dear, they'll flow tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow.
And the voices, the ruins, the town has unfolded. You now know you should have left long before you were scolded. The whispers here now, they won't leave you alone, And the shrieks, oh the shrieks, that won't stop from the homes. Your rough throat, your dry bones, the blood to your side, they all make a promise of beautiful resign. 'And in Kingsfield, my dear, you'll lay deep in your head. And decompose, in repose, away in your bed.'
So goodnight now, dear, We've let you in. We've let you play in our city of sin, and when you have cracked, just like the rest, we'll eat you, we'll keep you, You're always our guest. Welcome.
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Post by Macabre on Oct 2, 2014 15:20:32 GMT -6
Don't open the closet Don't open the door Cry at the screaming Under the floor
Trick or treat is heard Everywhere But what is that? Oh dear it's a bear
Wait that's not a bear Or is it Nope It's a woman
OH NO
Mummy's home.
this was a waste of my time but whaaaatever
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Post by Cherryspark on Oct 2, 2014 16:42:55 GMT -6
Darkstar is red Rowan is blue How many times Do they need to kill you?
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Post by Chord on Oct 2, 2014 22:03:27 GMT -6
The lights go off, one by one Darkness hangs among the trees All is quiet, the fun is done Ghostly figures emerge from within Haunting music filling the night Watching are the deceased kin Drawn towards the house on the hill The one that no one has dared move in Their empty yearning will be fulfilled Quiet whispers, they reach your ears Whilst you stir soundly in your sleep They fall, the tears They speak of what you regret Of what you desire They cause fret And fear Always near Never free
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2014 3:29:44 GMT -6
Darkness lays over the forest, The ferns stir in this sinister maze. You turn around, your heart pounding, But not a shadow meets your gaze.
You will yourself to be brave, So you can get out of this horrible place. The moonlight dapples your skin, It's an eerie light in this case.
You shiver as you think, is someone watching you? Goosebumps seem to perk up just with its glance. A shadow dances in front of you, mockingly You watch in horror, yet entranced.
You try to run away but your feet are stuck to the ground...
There's a voice inside your head, Doubting your every move. It knows you inside out, Every single groove.
A single look silences that voice, You smile and laugh. But you stop as you realize, Something has grabbed your calf.
A girl stumbles over your body, Her eyes widen in fear. She tries to run away, But fails, oh dear.
The same shadow laughs silently, Then swoops across the sky. Another spirit I have claimed, But many more will die.
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Spottedheart
Warrior
Don't make the mistakes I've made. Follow your clan with your whole heart.
Posts: 632
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Post by Spottedheart on Oct 3, 2014 12:22:58 GMT -6
My mouth is red Your brain is pink it tastes so sweet After the brain I go in for the throat guess what I used to make this note.
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Whisper
Kit
Well aren't you a ray of frigging sunshine?
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Post by Whisper on Oct 3, 2014 15:41:51 GMT -6
Your blood is red, your face is blue. Turn around, I'm right behind you.
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