(MudkipBrony Woo, final one! Feel free to tag me in more challenges, I really liked this one! Personal favorites were the first and fourth ones ^^.)
DAY ONE: ADVENTURE
DAY TWO: FLUFF
DAY THREE: FLIGHT
DAY FOUR: HIDDEN
DAY FIVE: WARMTH
Type: Rhyming ^^ I think
Plot: A young girl writes a poem, her bubbly little self too caught up to realize that she dosen't have anything for the last day, Friday...
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Her mind spun
What on earth was Warmth going to be?
Her mind buzzed
As ideas swirled in her mind
Pirates, Ori and the Blind Forest, Escape The Night, maybe something Wintery?
But no
She sighed
She came up with nothing
Eventually she complied..
Sitting on her bed
With her aquamarine blanket sheets
Her millions of stuffed animals
And pjs, clean and distant beats
Eating rapidly-melting
Dairy-free ice cream
Her chin now sticky
Her eyes now closed
She shouldn't be sad
Even if Liza died
It'd been since June anyways,
And really, she should've been working on her final poem-
She sat up
Suddenly beaming
Getting up to her ukulele
On the edge of the table, slightly teeming
She grabbed it and mumbled
A sweet melody
For only herself to hear
But for all to see
Sometimes..
We make mistakes.
Endless embarrassment with the nerve to retaliate
So many things to do
SU
and Ori
Of the Blind Forest
and I'm so sorry
Shelter 2
Inna
Escape The Night
Adventure, Hidden
Quite the fright
Ideas spinning
Once again
Will my recording story mode woes never end
Always so tired
But that's okay
I'd guess that I'd want it to be this way
Hopefully, and finally, finally
I'll be able to update my books
The Su, my mcsm randomness
And I'll be off the hook
Line and sinker...
Line and sinker..
I'm a thinker..
I guess a blinker..
And yet no ideas come to mind
For this poem
Of day 5
But then..
She gasped.
"Oh-me!"
She ran to her room,
Her dad bundles of confusion
And she began to write
Of lush teal ferns and maybe fusion
Of pirates and odysseys and lynx cubs galore
Of dragons with worlds on their backs, nothing less, nothing more
Never a bore
Vexento humming in her eyes,
A box of tissues by her side
And ideas of these pirates and poems and big aquamarine lakes with red
Strewn from her mind
Her dog rolling her eyes
And eventually she tired
Yawned a plenty
But maybe just one more episode
Or one more game
Of Verdi
(..and that's it! Imma tired okay, this was a really fun challenge, and I'm glad I wan nominated for it! I shall now nominate:
papisuu (haha please come back online)
And anyone else who wants to do it! Okay Imma sleep now night all ^^)
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