The Tale of a Mother and Daughter

Submitted by Kendra on Wed, 03/25/2009 - 22:55

Go to the telegram office, my Chum,
And ask this lady’s daughter to come.

Tell her that her mum’s temperature is really below,
So that the poor dear girl will know.

When the girl received the message in jade,
After she read it, she knelt down and prayed.

She made the decision to go back,
And boarded the train without even a snack.

Coming off the train, even seeing her childhood place,
Didn’t bring one tiny smile to her face.

The thought that was the poor girl’s main,
Was hoping she hadn’t come in vain.

Terror in the Waiting Room

Submitted by Kendra on Wed, 03/25/2009 - 02:56

The waiting room at the doctor’s office was jam-packed full of people. Skinny people, fat people, hippy people, nice people, broken-boned people, accidented people, and one big fat lady noisily chewing gum who had one big red-orange ponytail on the right side of her fat head. I don’t know what her name was, so let’s just call her… Hagar. Is Hagar okay with you? Okay, it’s fine with me too.
A man in first corner of the room was most unfortunate when Hagar plopped down in the burgundy seat beside him. Oh well, he was unfortunate anyway — he had a gold tooth.

Wood Elf

Submitted by Elizabeth on Wed, 03/25/2009 - 01:57

Shadows lay somber dismissing laughter
The hanging stars presently concealed
Though in eyes of the elf they still shine
He stands steady amid the field
Tireless, gazing along the path
Resting the eagerness of mind

The pale moon now comes forth
From under the blanket of dense cloud
Reflects on the bow between swift fingers
Glitters on the work of great endeavoring
Made fairly, the bow from Caras Galadhon
For use of the elves who in Lorien linger

redemption

Submitted by Aisling on Tue, 03/24/2009 - 18:19

when my fears
have worn me out
and worn me thin
can I crawl up on Your lap
and fall asleep there
until I can breathe again?

when my dreams
have left me cold
and all alone
can I run into Your arms
and learn to bear it
until I can dream again?

and when my love
breaks my heart
and takes me apart
can I come in close to You
and touch Your wounds
until my pain makes me one with You
and brings me back to life again?

Do You Know Your I-Q (Indy-Quotient)

Submitted by I am Nate-Dude on Tue, 03/24/2009 - 00:13

Hello everyone! This is where you will find out your I-Q! But not just any I-Q! This is where you will find out what your Indy-Quotient is. This is how this works, there are questions (and answers) from all of the Indiana Jones films. It’s like a test. Next to the questions are points, if you get the questions right, you get the points. At the end add up all the points and see how you did! Oh and please post how you did, and what you thought about this. And if you haven’t seen any of Indy films, or you didn’t like them, please do this any way.

Practical Jokers & Lock Pickers

Submitted by Bridget on Mon, 03/23/2009 - 06:17
I live in a family of practical jokers. I have to admit, I started my training a little late, but I am a fast learner. When I was nine, I created a spider out of black pipe cleaners and pompoms, and I tied it on a rung that was above the lower bunk in the boys’ room while they were sleeping. I woke up the next morning at an unearthly hour – maybe 8:00 – to a loud series of screams. Andrew wasn’t totally thrilled with that. My mom wasn’t so thrilled either, but I can’t remember my punishment. How she knew it was me, I’ll never guess.

Fit the Eighth: To Adventure!

Submitted by Hannah W. on Sun, 03/22/2009 - 18:41

And so with the sun hanging low in the sky
and everyone tired, they yawned
and even the birds were refusing to fly
but returned to their nests and babes fond.

"My dear company," the Pickler said,
"I declare that this is the end,
but I think that indeed I really do dread
having to leave you, my friends."

"And what of adventure?" the Piglet exclaimed,
his little pink face flushed with pride,
"Yes, what of the unknown?" said Please, unafraid
and they looked everyone in the eye.

Little Saavik

Submitted by Bernadette on Sun, 03/22/2009 - 02:24

You once were small
Crying in your cage
With fuzzy fur
And little eyes

You were so timid
Biting a glove
And a spoon
But I loved you anyways

We thought you were a boy
But a girl we found
So I named you
Lieutenant Saavik

You had a white stripe
With a brownish ‘L’
And I kissed you
On that ‘L’

Then you were puffy
And fat
With two eyes
Always sparkling

Then you grew old
Earning the name
Little ‘Jistafoof’
Thus you died
My little Saavik

Truth

Submitted by Sarah B. on Sat, 03/21/2009 - 23:53

One day, eight men came to a house in which there were many wonders. As they were being shown around, they came to a door with one word upon it: Truth.

Let us go inside, they said, for we all wish to know what this Truth may be.