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#acrostic Vociferous, some are in Amounting praise, others call it Rubbish.
Ok, time to update this... 17 now, and still writing an (as yet unnamed) fantasy book - and have recently discovered a knack for writing haikus. Doing sciency stuff at college, and will possibly join the writers union some time in the future... Motto? The proof of the pudding is in the eating... Or something like that... Gosh this is a long bio... I'd better stop now...
#acrostic Vociferous, some are in Amounting praise, others call it Rubbish.
#acrostic Should we hide away the Exploits of our Courageous men and women, Regardless of what they did. Everyone has a right to know about The trials and tribulations of our brave agents...
#acrostic Spewing hot air, steam coating Every window on the Coach, but hidden within lies a Richness of gossip, Exaggerated from that one Tiny secret revealed at the start....
#acrostic Seems that people are Exerting themselves, as I Count lots of very Readable entries from Each. To tell you the Truth, this is no secret to me!.
#acrostic Seldom do secrets Escape their maker, yet they Cry out for release... Ready to run, and Expose their information To all that will hear....
#acrostic Spring, when she returns Plants rejuvenate, become Reborn in emerald.
Results - a necessary Evil that ruins all school Life, as they Ignominiously dictate where you will Go after your education. I worship them - I have to, Otherwise my future will be Nonexistent..
#acrostic Morbid thoughts Evil glower Languid pose Anger's power No one cares Cry and shout How this feeling shuts me Out Lying dead, letting go Yes, let the melancholy show....
#acrostic Most of all I miss the Exciting times we had. Laughing at all the jokes we made, Although it now seems sad.
#acrostic Maybe there is an explanation, You all seem to demand one, Seeing all these mysterious signs, Trying to spoil the fun.
#acrostic Many people had all seen the Yellow spot of fire Streaking across the sky Trailing portents that were dire Evil would rule the land, they said Repent. They said, or die.
#acrostic Basingstoke. What an Absolute dump. Full of Slobs, with no points of Interest, and Nothing to do.
#TalesFromSchool *In response to @yamaarashi 's "Funny Faint", here's my take on the story!* So, here we were, doing Macbeth, I decided that the performance needed some zest, By showing another how...
#acrostic Snigger, giggles, Conversations behind backs, this is How tales get out of control Or thrown off the tracks - One push off a stolen coat is en Larged by the day, which Deviates And ends...
#acrostic Sunlight. I haven't been Under it for a Noticeable amount of time, as I Lie Indoors, Grinding away, not Happily as I Try to finish my coursework....
So, Yamaarashi, Undertaking a big challenge by Notching up three Lovely, sunny entries. I think I'll join you, and Go all out to see if I can Hold the #acrostic Trophy!.
#acrostic She smiles Unbound by restrictions No one can touch her, as she Lives for the moment, Independent of all. And with her Great power she brings Hope and happiness into this Terrible world..
#acrostic Armour binds us Makes us strong enough to Overcome any that try to hurt Us or our Righteous amour..
#acrostic Darn it. And another poem Exits the mind, Viciously flung Into the Landfill of half-baked Ideas... Wait. there's another.... S***. It's rubbish. Oh How can writing be this hard?.
Diamond spires, Reaching up So high They may Be cloaked In a Blanket of Cold fur, Yet emerald Spikes catch Freezing, so Are also With pristine Beauty, so Pure as To be Perfect.
#acrostic Dance, let your mind Roam free from the Everyday life and let its Abstract paintings Move you In your sleep and Never let it Go.
#acrostic Obnoxious little Harlequin, he is.
Loathing the red, the pink, the Over prevalence of mush; the Valentine's Day Scrooge can't Expose his little crush... . . . .
#acrostic Love. Over-rated, so Valentine's Day can be Extraordinarily painful. To that end, I am Opposed to it. Having seen what All lovers do, I'll Turn on the mushy stuff, Eat chocolate and mope.
#acrostic Roundabout journeys, Every one unique, All engrossing, with passion not Dimming, and each opus draws me In, and Never lets Go. And the Never ending Desire changes.
Ruby fires burn, Empires crumble before Deadly scaled beast.
#acrostic Proud little Lizzy Resourceful, yet slightly Idiotic in her Declaration of dislike for that Eminent bachelor, Darcy And Darcy, Not eager to be left out Declared back profusely.
#acrostic. Lamentation. Exultation. Sadness galore. Madness. In France, where everyone. Sings. Every minute. Round the clock. All the time. But it is still the most. Loved musical of all.
#acrostic Seducing me with Enticing, inviting words. Danger is hidden Underneath the lips - Cruel vices abound, and Torture is promised.
#acrostic Beautiful beaches All shimmering in sunshine Resplendance, with a Bar by the beachfront, All cocktails ready to be Drunk while the sun sets.
*Yes, this is a return to the story. Now entitled (provisionally) "Possession" I suffered from the double affliction of Writer's Block and January Exams, which stopped me (again) writing more.
Finding Stuff To Do while Lounging in your cave can be A Hard Task... which, after a While can be extremely Boring.
#acrostic Being lost can be Excruciating, as you Grope and stumble through the Infinite labyrinth of life, Not seeing, Not knowing where It twists and turns. But Never Give up.
#bestofopuss. Red fires crackle. Igniting lust and passion. Then fading to love. Soft orange leaves fall. Dancing, twirling in their great. Arabesque of change. Yellow sun rising.
I'm being happified by Opuss Everyone it seems Is liking my two Opusses This is beyond my wildest dreams!.
#acrostic Searching fruitlessly Over hills Under valleys Looking down rabbit holes, but Making this hunt Appear worthwhile is That faint glimmer of Everlasting love on the horizon..
Inspiration, a Small word, but it can be so Very hard to find.
Joy to all people, Merry Christmas, and have a Happy New Year. :-).
Mad Korean moves Sweeping the entire world Insanely Catchy....
#adventchallenge They say you are what you eat, so I asked Mr Scrooge's opinion of the statement after he finished his roast lamb with mint. "Bah. Humbug.".
In the top 100!!.
#colour The heart's volcano dies.
Just keep on trucking As tiring college work drags Three more weeks to go....
Palpitations come, Sweaty palms, heavy breathing Dreading the moment It all boils down to One half hour period The practice I've done "It will all be good" I tell myself before my Piano Exam.
Time for the results!!. This round of the challenge has been awash with brilliant entries - too many too mention here - and all of them deserved to be the winner.
Alright... Maybe I was left a little high and dry by the lack of entries that I received for this round of the colour challenge ... which is why I'm extending the deadline by ANOTHER TWELVE HOURS!!.
I'm extending the time for the colour challenge by 1 hour!. Let's see how many more entries we can get!!.
Again. Thank you so so much @leelee101 for choosing me. This is the second time I've hosted a challenge, so I now know the pressure that will be put on as as soon as I post this.
#colour. Red fires crackle. Igniting lust and passion. Then fading to love. Soft orange leaves fall. Dancing, twirling in their great. Arabesque of change. Yellow sun rising.
Ariadne's kin, Spinning kaleidoscope grace In the morning dew..
It seems to me that The haiku is the only Poem I write well....
#colourchallenge Light it up, my friend, Let the golden light shine through, Lighting up friendship.
Beginning of month Fifty thousand I must write See through to the end This will be harder Continuing fantasy But I shall see through NaNoWriMo is Writers coming together Producing great...
The laughter eventually subsided. We held on, just savouring that moment. And then we had to break apart. "I'll see you around, alright?" he asked. "Yeah..." "Good.
Down 133 places. .
To like something is one thing. To be moved by another is entirely different.
Yes, it's that time for me to hand over the baton of the #emotion challeng to the worthy winner, and therefore next taskmaster.
Wow. I honestly didn't expect to win the emotion challenge, and HUGE thanks to @leelee101 for picking me as the winner.
Why, Why, Why. Must there be Christmas pie All around the store To do is a bore And an irritation This is no time for jubilation... It's September for Christ's sake. TOO EARLY!!. #emotion.
"What time do you call this?" "Enough time to get moving, if you shut up." He did. So anyway, where was I. Ah, yes. First of all, Virra.
50 followers. Thank you. @KANS especially!.
...Feeling particularly Introspective today... Bored, bored, bored Bored,bored, bored Bored, bored BORED. I tell you, being A dragon is absolutely Boring.
A n d V e r y S p a c e d O u t . . . *, : - S.
Could any of you think of a title for my story. The WHOLE story. From the very start ("A Problem") right into any future posts I... erm... post.
Let it be known Across the world That @Splashdown's Plan's unfurled To make people Across the Pond Extremely jealous Don't need a wand I'm on holiday, It's easy you see I'm sunning...
Aha. There IS Wi-Fi!.
The summer holiday, The time to go away, Which I must, Don't kick up a fuss, I'll keep working on With great aplomb And hope Just hope... There's Wi-Fi!.
#acorns *This is my very first post on OPUSS, and the beginning of the now 19 (and possibly more) part story that has grown from post to post...* The girl hurled herself to the top of the mountain...
War ravages, Homes burn. People scream. Children learn About The Horrors of this Earth. While Red Flows. #red.
*Right. Let's do this. Guys I'm so sorry I had such a long gap between posts, it's just that I had just enough writers block to slow down production of "A Truth". Oh. And I had GCSEs.
Staring at the screen Trying to get the words Out About How I Feel about Personal Matters Not Divorce Family Breakup Bereavement Or anything twee Just that one...
"No. I'm coming with you." was my immediate reply. "I need to get underway as soon as possible, and anyway, I can help you get that kill." "Alright then. Get your bow, and be prepared to shoot for me.
I really should start working on another post....
"Not in the mood, Kieran." A simple sentence that should have told him "Danger - angry elf within. Do not approach if you value your life." However, he did not take the hint. "So how did it go.
"It seems to me," Hollar said, as we entered his tent, giggling as we did so, "that you've decided to kiss and make up. How charming." "We didn't kiss, just made up.
"Umm..." "Look, I'm sorry for what happened back there..." "Please, don't mention it..." "No, really, I need to apologise..." "I need to apologise as well, you know..." "So..." "Sorry." "Sorry." That...
"So that's it?" I just couldn't suppress my sarcastic side any longer.
"If you want to know from the very beginning," the boy said, "you'll have to hear it right from the beginning. "As you already know, I'm a mage, and as Lily so helpfully described, quite a potent one.
My jaw dropped. Words failed to come out. "Wh... wha..." I glubbed. "But you're supposed to be..." "Unconsious. Yes, I know," the boy replied.
I was awoken the next morning after a good night's sleep by my félix, Buttons. He was a large wildcat, rescued from certain death in one of my very first missions.
Two hours later (we were going downhill) we finally arrived back at camp. And caused quite a stir. "Are you alright?" "What happened?" "Is the wyrm dead.
I recognised that voice. "Kieran. I'm here!" I cried. "Thank the heavens. I thought you were hurt." said the mane of red hair coming over the ridge.
"Ok. Calm down. Please." I had to settle the situation before the boy lost control of his (obviously way-too-powerful) powers. "Just remember who you are." The boy bellowed back. "I know who I am.
I opened my eyes in shock, but it was a few seconds before the image swam into focus. It was the boy.
My muscles tensed, ready to throw the beast off me before I ended up looking at the insides of the reptile, but then a scaled forelimb clamped itself onto my arm. And then the other. Darn.
My eyebrows raised. Minor wyrms don't have voices. They grunt, they hiss, they even let loose the occasional roar, but they don't speak. Ever. So I let the bow go slack and stepped away.
Yes, a minor wyrm. You know, medium sized scaly reptile with an appetite for anything remotely to do with civilisation. No. You need to get out more.
Ok, so you may have noticed that the last little post ended a bit abruptly, but that's the point.
The girl hurled herself to the top of the mountain ridge, her muscles straining for one last push to drive herself onwards towards the top.