Poo Sticks
#acrostic. A very very cross stick. Could only try but he lost it. Racing down the stream quick. Only twigs to contend with. Set his sights on glory. Starting his own story.
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#acrostic. A very very cross stick. Could only try but he lost it. Racing down the stream quick. Only twigs to contend with. Set his sights on glory. Starting his own story.
I miss you, I love you, Come back true, Love of mine, Change your ways, Gone are the days, At our lives we can graze, It's our time, One more time, I'll let love bells chime, No more lovers...
The hounds are panting at my heels, but I've a clear head start don't know where I'm running to, somewhere different, somewhere smart.
Pathetic parasites, feeding of the misfortune of others, lurking in every corner. Hate fuelled insects, leeching of the innocents pain. Spreaders of the rumourous plagues and whispers.
#opussweeklychallenge There once was a lad named Flynn Who visited West Berlin He ate all the rubbish and this made him sluggish He died curled up in a bin..
I have itchy feet A world for me to explore Although I'm happy I'm hungry for more My life is ticking I can't slow down time There's so much I want Too much to make mine I'm a country girl But...
Waking up through the eyes of a child. Worries demolished, smile worthwhile. No fears of the future, no hate to hold. No angst to stockpile, no woe untold.
The sun beams down upon the morning dew. Beauty captured by seasons passing. It's rays refuelling weakened souls. Melancholy replaced with laughing. The warmth from such a powerful source.
Field of flowers, hope so bright, Just the one I need. Set me free, launch my flight, Plant my new grown seed. Round I wander, picking stems, Grow my mind just right.
Sat there Blank page Before you And there Is nothing Nothing Nothing...
Slept through lessons, Kindergarden to high school, She sleeps through graduation, She thinks it's cool. Tilly choses her as part of her assistance, Poor girl thinks she has no resistance.
If you are my friend... Help me...to leave you Or if you are my lover... Help me...so I can be healed of you... If I knew.... that the ocean is very deep...I would not have swam...
Every time I kiss you After a long separation I feel I am putting a hurried love letter In a red mailbox..
Haters hate. I sit and create. From writing to art. It all comes from the heart. Straight out of my mind. That's why you will find. Mistakes and imperfections. Under close inspections.
Oh. You confused me with a yes man, mr nice guy........You'll see!. You just expect to take that kind of money away from me. For me to be all smiles and be happy.
NOTE: This story is made up. It has no historical meaning. Any relations (names) to the characters and actual historical figures is entirely coincidental.
Hi. My new story is called 'The Female Knight in Shining Armour'. It's about a princess called Isabella, who has to go on a brave quest to fight the evil mage Morgana.
I tried my hand at some Russian Reversal jokes, I hope you like them. - In the UK you find Wally. In Soviet Russia, Wally finds YOU. - In Soviet Russia, meme knows YOU. - In America you follow laws.
One swear word... ----------------------- The streets were empty. We were alert but they were still empty. The zombies hadn't reached us yet.
Hello So, I'm starting to write a story. I won't be on Opuss much, but I'll still like and comment and repost other writers' work. Georgia.
After i brought a Michael Jackson CD... Michael Jackson died After i brought a slipknot CD... Paul Gray died Then i brought an iPhone... Steve Jobs died Soooo....
Hello I'm not writing 'Come Home, Ollie'. I've attempted, but there's no way I can do it because I have no time. So, I'm going to write an easier story.
#acrostic challenge. [A] twisted stick, plotted it's fate with. [T]wigs and leaf, angry, irate. [W]hen suddenly an ancient wind blew, &. [I]t broke gloriously free, flew and.
#opussweeklychallenge. There once was a lad named Flynn. First name Errol, liked his gin. The more he drank. The deeper he sank. His legendary pork sword in. Prancing around set in green tights.