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i have posted a COLLABORATIVE WORK of POETRY by me and WICKIMEN 

omg thx

soupoftomato wrote:

Agg75 wrote:

Years ago, in the land of Persalonia, there lived a family, which consisted of two beautiful girls, their mother, and their father. However, this was no ordinary family. The father and mother of these girls were King William and Queen Charlotte of Persalonia.

        Diana, at the age of 16, was the oldest child in the family. She would one day rule the country. Elizabeth, Diana’s younger sister, was 12 years old. Elizabeth had always dreamed of being Queen, and had been highly dismayed when her mother told her that Diana would be in power, not her.

       To tell the truth, Elizabeth had never outgrown the jealousy of her sister. Many arguments erupted from her anger. Why? She wondered, Why did Diana have to be born first? I could make a better queen than she ever would.

      Elizabeth’s head was often full of these thoughts. She couldn’t possibly imagine that she was mistaken. However, she was definitely wrong. Diana, unlike her other sister, had a remarkable knowledge of government practices, history, languages, and other countries.

      Diana knew Elizabeth was jealous of her, and because of it, she tried to be extra nice to her. Once, she said, “Don’t worry, Elizabeth. I’m sure some prince from another country would like for you to reign with him.”

       However, Diana’s attempt in cheering her sister up was in vain. Elizabeth didn’t care. She sharply replied, “However, I wouldn’t want to rule anywhere but here!” With that, she stormed off to her bedroom. Tears trickled down her face. Nowhere, She thought, nowhere but Persalonia.

        In her bedroom, Diana thought about what Elizabeth had said. She’s right, Diana thought, No other country can compare to the one my father rules here.

       Suddenly, Diana’s room was filled with a loud sound, almost like a crash of thunder. Diana dashed to the window, to see a nearby house burst into flames.

        A second later, her mother entered the room. “Diana,” She said, “We need to leave. The enemy has destroyed a number of homes in the area. Will you please go upstairs and tell your sister to pack her bags?”

        Diana nodded, and went upstairs. Soon, the two girls were ready to leave. “Mother, where are we going to stay?” Elizabeth asked, concerned about the attack.

        “I discussed it with your father,” she said, “and we believe it’s best to stay with Uncle James until this whole thing is over with.”

         Diana was still concerned. “Who will fight back?” She inquired fearfully, “Who will protect our country?”


       “Your father has it all worked out,” her mother said, “Organized groups of minutemen are ready to defend in every province. You have nothing to worry about, dear.”

         After a few hours of riding in the carriage, the family made it to Uncle James’s house. They were greeted quite warmly. “William! Charlotte! Great to see you,” he paused, “And what’s this? My two favorite girls!” Diana and Elizabeth couldn’t help smiling.

        “Please,” he said, “Come make yourself comfortable.”

         The family got their bags out of the carriage, which soon left. Uncle James quickly helped out. “Here,” he said, “You don’t have to carry that heavy bag.” 

        “Why thank you, James!” King William didn’t know what else to say.

       “No problem,” James said, coming down the stairs. “ Let me show you where you’ll be staying. Girls, you’ll be staying here, and William, you and Charlotte will stay in the next room over.”

        It definitely was a pleasant evening at Uncle James’s house. The adults tried not to look worried in front of the girls. However, everyone in that house knew it would be a long time before they would return to their home.

So am I in?

I feel uninspired many days as well. ;-;

slinger wrote:

It's pretty good 

It was more of a creative argument

Uggh...I'm going through a serious writer's block right now. D: I want to submit something, but I'm HAVING. TROUBLE. WRITING. GAAAAAH.

Sorry, it's just that I'm also going through artist's block at the moment.

soupoftomato wrote:

banana500 wrote:

Uggh...I'm going through a serious writer's block right now. D: I want to submit something, but I'm HAVING. TROUBLE. WRITING. GAAAAAH.

Sorry, it's just that I'm also going through artist's block at the moment.

writtenkitten.com
or writeordie.com
(depends on if you prefer negative or positive reinforcement)

Also, just write whatever. Don't worry about making it good as you write. That's how you cure writer's block

Well that's like saying write to cure writer's block.

Kinda like saying ride your bike with a flat tire to make it fixed. (or not, decided to throw that analogy in there)

soupoftomato wrote:

banana500 wrote:

Uggh...I'm going through a serious writer's block right now. D: I want to submit something, but I'm HAVING. TROUBLE. WRITING. GAAAAAH.

Sorry, it's just that I'm also going through artist's block at the moment.

writtenkitten.com
or writeordie.com
(depends on if you prefer negative or positive reinforcement)

Also, just write whatever. Don't worry about making it good as you write. That's how you cure writer's block

Ah, okay. Trying that now...

But how do I get rid of artist's block? Do the same thing, I guess.