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When the night draws in,. My Opuss has to go away,. Only for a while,. Till morning,. Mum says I need sleep,. Says I'm a growing girl,. But annoyingly nights when I write best,.
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When the night draws in,. My Opuss has to go away,. Only for a while,. Till morning,. Mum says I need sleep,. Says I'm a growing girl,. But annoyingly nights when I write best,.
Don't need a pen and paper No pencil, ink or quill, I just lay down on my bed And let ideas fill Then I get that sudden feeling Like a fish at the end of a rod, And after a amount of searching, I...
Wow. You all deserve congratulations, because there were a lot of really great things to try to choose between, and some really creative takes on the theme.
My poems are thoughts. That come from my mind. Some of them dirty. Some can be kind. I can write fiction. Or even the truth. My sexual poems. Go through the roof. Sometimes you won't like.
Preparing for a Midsummer Night's Dream themed party, I've been reading the text and reminding myself of how amazed I am at Shakespeare's use of language.
A good friend in the end: It goes without saying recently that I've been a bit quiet. I suppose it was all the fuss about that dumb copying that riot...
Here it comes - the love again For Opuss women, Opuss men.
Ok lads and ladies I am kickstarting an initiative called *drumroll please*... THE HOUSEHOLD CHALLENGE. It works a wee bit like @eddie12309 's six word challenge.
As it seems everyone is having a moan at how 'dead' Opuss seems to be at the moment, I thought I'd suggest another themed challenge.
Whenever I'm inspired I pen a little note, And read through all the words that I have somehow wrote.
To @TheLivingDeadGirl and her disguise Aha.
So many the first time, looked up to you The truth was revealed, and all fooled then knew That your pilfering ways Day after day Meant words you said Simply weren't true So you returned for a 'joke'...
Introductions move around, And yet I've not yet told; Myself and who I really am: And here's my secrets sold: Described from hair downwards, With quite big hazel eyes, Often lashed with...
I shall be doing things for my English folio at the moment, and am working on my creative piece at the moment which is shaping up to be the best thing I've ever written, but it isn't finished yet.
[Inspired by @Delilah the Sweet's PA] **clears throat, stands** my name is Nicola, and I'm a personality. (sorry - I'll get on with it now)... Who am I. Well, drat. What a question. What a rat.
I've broken my addiction, To creating works of fiction. Of sharing stories and poems, But I'm not exactly going. I'll pop in every now and then, To check up on my lovely friends.
Opuss is shrinking.
@naaviie improv challenge What is this driftwood for.
I have really enjoyed writing a short story to a theme over recent days, most notably the Battle Royale and Horror events 'hosted' by @MrAlex.
I bought a book of poetry,. To fill Opussia's gap, solely,. I read it cover to cover,. About parrots, bananas and lovers,. But it all lacked a certain zest,. I just must conclude that Opuss is best,.
Having been away from Opuss for a while, I have spent some time tonight browsing all the excellent material that has been posted.
"You know what I’ve realized. Everything in life is art.
Hello, people of Opuss. I joined this app, the day before yesterday, and I quickly got a few friends on here. Still I was attacked for being me.
This little post is just for fun. For a competition has been run. Not for trophy, not for cup. A contest that's been hotting up. Fantastic prize to give away. And winner will be found today.