H: I pick at the bandaid,

A whole three days old.

I peel at it's edge,

And yank it from my skin.

The skin underneath all old and crinkly,

begins breathing and slowly sinking.

C: I am fascinated by this process.

A part of me has been burned,

But now it is healing in a fabulous way.

So much skin was lost, and yet,

Now it has come back.

But, oh does it hurt!

H: Pain is only temporary though.

Growing pains are the best kind of pains,

I am alive.

This feels like an awakening!

C: An awakening in my mind.

I come to the realization,

Life is fragile,

But it takes care of itself.

Healing can come from within,

But only with the help from the outside.

H: I embrace myself and squeeze tightly,

Shutting my eyes and shooting upwards

I try with all of my might,

To tickle the clouds just as the trees do.

I reach and reach but no success.

C: Alas, I had wished to join the stars,

To look down upon the earth,

With tender smile.

But dreams are dashed.

A single tear escapes my eyes.

H: a decision must be made, it seems.

I look down at my feet,

They are still planted on the ground.

I take a step forward, then another and another,

Until, I am running!

Springing forward with such exhilaration.

C: I leave behind winter’s grip,

I charge into a new world.

Racing through fields of corn,

Seeing what can be seen.

I realize I don’t need to fly,

I can run, where I want to go!

My sister and I wrote this story, with each of us writing every other paragraph. Hope you enjoy this funky story!

A camel once embarked on a trek across the desert.

Bur forgot to bring his pudding, so he decided to return to his house to get it. He then remembered that it wasn't made!

So Bur trekked onward across the desert until he came to a huge boat docked by a small, muddy river with sagebrush growing on either side. 

     "Well," he said to himself, "I will embark this there heretofore ship, and see what I shall see heretofore after this, accordingly."

So he loaded his stuff on the boat and set out on his trek. He realized that he had forgotten his peanut butter. 

"Forget the pudding, forget the peanut butter, forget anything else I might have forgotten!" the camel snapped angrily. Then he kicked his belongings overboard so he could forget them, too. With that done, he pranced back below to the hold, his head held up high. Well, until he smacked it on the doorway. "Forget that, too!"

The camel was so angry that he couldn't sleep. He walked up on deck and looked at the water. Then he remembered why he couldn't sleep. He had thrown his nightie over board!

"I was supposed to forget that!" he reminded himself. "Ah well, forget everything..."

So the camel finished his journey, but  he couldn't tell anyone about it.

"It's confidential." 

Na, more like he forgot...but was too embarrassed to admit it.

EDIT 5

1                     He had something to reap; She had something to sew

2                     God clocked the hour, and just let go

3                     See this flower? Watch me grow—

4                     Time recomposes every solo

5                     A little yeast; then, we'll need some dough

6                     You’ll halve the best of us tomorrow—

7                     The rest they will have to tow,

8                     To the junkyard down below

EDIT 4

1                     He had something to reap; She had something to sew

2                     God clocked the hour, and just let go

3                     See this flower? Watch me grow—

4                     Time recomposes every Solo.

5                     A little yeast; we'll need some dough,

6                     You’ll halve the best of us tomorrow—

7                     The rest they will have to tow,

8                     Into the junkyard down below.

EDIT 3

1                     He had something to reap; She had something to sew

2                     God clocked the hour, and just let go

3                     See this flower? Watch me grow—

4                     Time recomposes every solo

5                     A little yeast; then, we'll need some dough

6                     You’ll halve the best of us tomorrow—

7                     What’s left they’ll have to tow,

8                     Our remnants decay in the junkyard awfully slow

EDIT 2

1                     He had something to reap; She had something to sew.

2                     God clocked the hour, and just let go.

3                     See this flower? Watch me grow—

4                     Time rearranges every solo.

5                     A little yeast; then, we'll need some dough.

6                     You’ll halve the best of us tomorrow—

7                     What’s left they’ll have to tow,

8                     Our remnants will decay in the junkyard awfully slow!

EDIT 1

1                    He had something to reap; She had something to sew.

2                    God clocked the hour, and just let go…

3                    See this flower? Watch me grow—

4                    A little yeast; then, we'll need some dough.

5                    Time shakes everyone thorough,

6                    You’ll halve the best of us tomorrow—

7                    What’s left they’ll have to tow!

8                    The remnants will decay in the junkyard awfully slow.

PROPOSED DRAFT

1                      He had something to reap; She had something to sew.

2                      God clocked the hour, and just let go…

3                      See this flower? Watch it grow—

4                      A little yeast; then, we'll need some dough.

5                      Time bakes us very thorough,

6                      You’ll halve the best of me tomorrow—

7                      What’s left they’ll have to tow!

8                      The remnants will decay in the junkyard awfully slow.

An old story @Dream and I made a while ago. She was the Pessimist, trying to drive the story in a dark direction, and I was the optimist, trying to drive the story in a light direction.

The cold air smelled of nothing but death. Although, it brought with it a flurry of calm snow. The snow did its best to cover up the blood of the victims; however, the Earth seemed forever stained with dark red.

Over time, the dark red faded away to reveal a light green, which created many pastures and forests. These forests were known as the Death Trees, the places where murderers hide, and no one was known to come out - alive.

One day, a man ventured into the woods and came out riding the most majestic, magical horse anyone had ever seen. But, when he reached the pastures, the horse stepped on a sharp piece of glass and threw he man off, and the man had to be scraped off from the ground.

Years later, the horse used its magic to bring the man back and ensure he would live a long and happy life. But, the horse got her powers from the blood of dead people, so the man was the last human left. Using the leftover powers, after saving the man, the horse changed it so she didn't have to use blood, and she brought back everyone to a happy life. They couldn't live on planet Earth, because the horse didn't want them to, so she made them go to Venus, where conditions made them all die in moments.

The horse felt bad about its actions, and she made a new generation of peaceful people she would live with. The peaceful people killed her and ate her and the man, and they lived happily ever after.

THE END