I'm a Hannah.
We live in the forests of the Oceans, and drink strawberry soda out of turtle shells. We protect the woodland fish with swords made of ...
candy.

lol...sorry...I got tired mid-nonsense

yeah. random and insane.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

darn you and your fastness.

The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."

Quiet and /or Banana, want to share something of your own?? I just think either and both of you can.

Quiet has some of a piece he's working on ( How that's going by the way Quiet?? ) in the Writing a Book thread.

oh that one's my favorite.

that one and this one:

Will you walk a little faster?’ said a whiting to a snail.
‘There’s a porpoise close behind us, and he’s treading on my tail.
See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance!
They are waiting on the shingle - will you come and join the dance?
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, will you join the dance?
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, won’t you join the dance?

from memory...




I remember when I was young
My life had just begun
I dreamed of a day when I would wed
And blissful days were just ahead
But I never realized
That life is built on lies
And when you're on top
You just cant stop
Until you've fallen further
Than you've ever been before
Life walks out your door
I dont understand
How any other man
Can take it all so calmly
I can't take any more
So I sit in the dark
With my razor marks
And watch my life blood dripping
This is the end

my laptop died. papersmile had to email the copy from the thread. I have to gt a new keyboard to use with my rickety old desk top but I'm kinda fleshing it out a bit more so it isnt so rushd and jumbled

well, this is a cheery place! maybe we have stepped through the looking glass, who knows. my pics are a month or less old.

Cool. Didn't know if you had gotten the laptop fixed or not.

I think that story has a lot of potential ( just my humble opinion, of course ) and was hoping you were gonna keep at it.

ummm.....


yeah. I wrote this early last year...
it's not great, but it's the best I have atm.


Lets take a walk
Down where the trees move
in the breeze..
That is frozen with the scent
of flowers that bloom in the summer
Sing me a song of a cold december
of a bitter wind that carried your heart
far away from here,
to a place where no one goes
and then
tell me a story
of the life that you once lived
when you were still here
with me.

yeah in the meantime I work it out in my head

plots and sub plots

character developement. The characters have to grow and learn something

and potential conflicts and resolution

and of course zombies

ok but which person are you????

I am the one in the fur coat getting hugged by someone cute and young and friendly!