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Out Of The Darkness Fundraising UPDATEHello everyone! Last year around this time I was participating in an ASFP and it's called Out of The Darkness walk and it's in my area on September 21st for suicide prevention and awareness as well as research. I am working towards raising $1,000! If you would please take the time to share this or donate yourselves (click for link), it would help out a lot and would be much appreciated! Share the link, get the word out, and it'd be much appreciated.Out Of The Darkness Fundraising UPDATE by Emilwicz
I attempted to raise $300 last year but was late to the game and ended up only raising about $60. I am determined to raise $1,000 with the help of my online friends and community. I have faith in your amazing people that the word will get out and that I can make it to my goal. I appreciate every little bit that you can give me even if it's telling a friend or co-worker or family member about the effort. Thank you so much and your efforts really do help.
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With Love, AprilDarling,With Love, April by Emilwicz
I thought I saw you on the evening train today. Your hair was flowing, red and fiery like it normally was. Except it had a different shine to it this time like you had moved on – like you weren’t looking back…except you did look over your shoulder – a glance – to adjust the strap that was slipping off. It… wasn’t you, though. The smile cascaded to a frown and I turned to look at someone else’s stranger.
I considered burning the rest of your clothes your mother didn’t ask for (I couldn’t bring myself to do it). I sat in the vintage yellow seats of our kitchen instead, drinking strawberry tea out of your chipped green cocoa mug and staring at the starfish above the window in place of your mother. I considered shattering the cup, since she didn't ask for it either. I couldn't bring myself to do it. She didn’t know what she was doing. if she had, she would’ve taken all of you from me. I kno
DepartureDay 1Departure by VinceJay
There is information I’ve received from my contact which shall lead me to the
enemy kingdom of Rhode. The tales are that of a merchant with special knowledge of an
ancient spell, when combined with that of a certain stone, grants the user a wish. O how
can I not keep away from the worlds’ mysteries? Uncovering the conspiracy to assassinate
the Lionne high family and locating the lost bow of the ancient warrior Kesla, these
journeys have always lead me to excitement and the unknown. But spells? Some may say I
am a fool for lending an ear to these fables. Spells are myths; fantasy. Those are but
words of non-believers who once thought griffons were extinct before my acquisition of
said beast. My thoughts run deep. Something about this journey plagues me, but I can’t
let mere feelings get in the way of this discovery.
Chapter 2 Chapter 2Chapter 2 by ineedname
I had thought that Robochick’s meetings were the most boring things in existence. Oh, I was wrong; so, so wrong. Don’t misunderstand me, I didn’t miss it. Well most of it, did miss the action. Without it, I had a lot of free time left on my hands, which nothing seemed to fill. All of the lessons my master had left me were completed. My homework was done. I wiped out my library’s teen new fiction in one week. In hindsight, I should have really placed myself. I was soooo bored. I sighed; looking back at it even makes me feel bored. Then to make it worse, my mom had kicked me out of the house. Said I was depressing the house, with my gloom. Please the house had felt more gloom when my older sister didn’t make the tryouts; the wallpaper had started to peel. No joke. It was an old house that had witnessed m
Beginnings - dAmnU contestIt came with the trembling of fingers;Beginnings - dAmnU contest by 0o-elly-o0
defiant by nature and burnished by tears,
And followed by scratches, burns and blood
(Along with the dyed-black-short-cropped hair)
As digits tippled, tumbled, tripped past keystrokes,
Then came the aching... Elipses, a favourite
Consummation so overwhelming
Please be my friend, PLEASE BE MY FRIEND
Darkness shelved behind simple rhyming couplets.
Darting between shoutboxes and pageviews,
An obsession borne.
Refuge and shelter,
friendly words by her side...
A place without hatred
Made the choice to reside.
Years flew with aging grace, wisdom
and a shit-ton of tears and hurt..
Blossomed friendships, grown hearty through shared passion
and weary through time, anger and aggravation,
And the 'refuge' faltered,
crumbled to join the rubble of fear
|They trying to catch me ridin dirtay|