Fun House discussion

Love is the theme. Write us any love story or poetry.If you win, you recieve mod points. Spend these on awesome stuff in the club.

Naw!

I see his eyes a-sparkle,
But not for me.
I hear him laugh loudly,
But not for me.
I watch him sneak glances,
But not at me.
I know he will love,
But he will not love me.

Rain and Allison

Rain:
I was sitting in a coffee shop when I first saw her. Just sitting, drinking coffee, minding my own business. I’d done nothing great, no good deeds. In fact, I’d run away from my latest foster home two days earlier. I have no idea why the universe chose that moment to put her into my life. But it did.
In hindsight, I can almost see why. After all, in the end, she caused me nothing but pain.

Allison:
Aunt Ellie said I wasn’t to spend my time shopping while I was here. Not to spend my time shopping! For the whole summer!
What was she, crazy?
So, yeah, I stormed out of there in a huff.
I was walking, with no particular destination in mind, just angry and needing to work it out of my system.
I saw a little coffee shop called the Brown Couch. It wasn’t like I was used to, probably didn’t even have good coffee, but I entered anyway since I had nowhere else to go.
True to it’s name, there was a brown couch in the coffee shop, some of the only seating available.
I walked up to the counter and ordered a latte.
When I got my drink, I looked around for somewhere to sit and drink. Anywhere but that sagging brown couch.
There were a couple tables available, with a couple chairs each.
One of the tables was occupied.
The girl was about my age, with wild red curls and big blue eyes. She was watching me, so I went over and sat down across from her.
“What are you staring at?” I snapped.
“You.” She said blatantly.
“Yeah.” I snorted. “That much was obvious.”
She didn’t answer, just sipped her coffee.
I did the same.
“I’ve never seen anyone like you before.” She said.
Her eyes were sparkling a little.
I assumed she meant someone popular. “I’m Allison.” I said.
She smiled. “Rain,” she said.
“What?” I asked confused.
“I’m Rain.”

Rain:
I saw Allison several more times in the following days. In the coffee shop, she aired her grievances with me as an audience.
I learned that her aunt imposed so many rules on her she wasn’t used to, and it rubbed her the wrong way.
Those weren’t the words she used, though.
I learned she was here visiting her aunt because her father was spending summer vacation in Hawaii where he was having an affair, while her mother was in Belgium, also having an affair.
Her boyfriend of two years had been cheating on her with her best friend, Chloe, so she’d dumped them both before summer vacation began.
I learned that though she seemed shallow on the outside, she really wasn’t.
And I learned she was really angry.
Anger is something to which I can relate.
And while I learned everything there was to know about her, she learned nothing about me. She didn’t ask, didn’t give me a chance to speak, and wouldn’t have listened anyway.
In that way, it was easy.
In that way, it was unnecessary for me to actively hide my secret.
One day, I asked her if she ever came anywhere other than the coffee shop and her aunt’s place.
She said no.
I told her to bring her swimsuit the next day.

Allison:
Rain was a good listener. She never said any of those meaningless comments you usually hear form your friends when you vent, the “Uh-huh’s” “Oh-no’s” and “Bummer’s”. Instead, she made useful observations.
She also just listened without trying to talk about herself.
I was so bored when I wasn’t with her.
So when she told me to bring my swimsuit the next day, what do you think I did?
I brought me swimsuit.

I had a pretty black-and hot-pink bikini on under my clothes when I arrived at the coffee shop the next day.
Rain looked at me, and she saw the bikini through my tank-top.
“Ready?” she asked.
I shrugged.
She stood up. “Come on.”
I followed her.

Just outside of the town, in a little forested area, there was a pool. Yes, you heard me. Forest, pool. Rain pulled off her clothes and I saw she was wearing a normal one-piece swimsuit.
I pulled off my clothes, revealing all my hotness in my bikini.
We both slipped into the pool.
It wasn’t too cold or too warm. It was cool, the perfect temperature for the hot summer day.
“Come on!” Rain called as she swam to the center of the pool.
I swam out to meet her.
When I got near, she grinned and splashed me.
“Oh, now it’s on,” I said, and sent a massive splash her way.
She swam away, laughing.

After a while, we swam back to the edge where we’d left our clothes on a big slab of a rock.
We sat there and dried off, laughing.
“Allison,” Rain said.
I turned to her.
She leaned forward and kissed me.
I surprised myself by kissing her back.

Rain:
I really didn’t expect her to kiss me back. I’d been daydreaming about kissing her since I’d first laid eyes on her, but I really didn’t expect it to happen. I didn’t expect myself to have the guts to make the first move, and in what universe would she?
And yet, I did. I kissed her.
And she kissed me back.
Around her, I’m not the shy girl I’ve always been. The one with the secret. The one no one can get close to.
The girl who let’s no one in, who isn’t brave or spontaneous.
Around her, I’m the opposite of that girl.
For the rest of that summer, we go back to the pool, meet in the coffee shop, even go to a movie.
And that first kiss wasn’t our last.
Two months of being with her. I couldn’t believe.
When, at the summer’s end, she left, I was sad, but thankful I’d been given that time of happiness with her.
I always look back on that summer fondly. Even when the next time I saw her, she treated me with such cruelty.
She was my first and only love.

Some of these are sad...

I was not meaning bad kind of sad, if you are thinking that way. I was meaning sad as in Boohoo, I am sad.
(And, though it was good, Rain and Allison's story kind of bothered me- no offense, just not a big fan of the whole gender thing... sorry, please don't react harshly)

What is GLBT?

I accept it, but I don't enjoy it. I don't think it is right, and sometimes it seems gross. But this is my opinion, and I am fine if you disagree. But I guess if someone loves another it wouldn't matter. But, I accept it, though I don't like it, personally.

beautiful pieces keep the submissions coming

Snowblue wrote: "I was not meaning bad kind of sad, if you are thinking that way. I was meaning sad as in Boohoo, I am sad.
(And, though it was good, Rain and Allison's story kind of bothered me- no offense, just n..."

That's okay. I had two stories to post, but the other was about brother-sister love, and I'm pretty sure the challenge meant romantic love.
Rain and Allison is based on another, bigger story I've written, too.

Monica&spikey wrote: "Snowblue wrote: "I was not meaning bad kind of sad, if you are thinking that way. I was meaning sad as in Boohoo, I am sad.
(And, though it was good, Rain and Allison's story kind of bothered me- n..."

Oh, thats cool. Good job

Love.
It makes people laugh, it makes people cry.
Why do people love? For the fun of it?
People love with the hopes of finding the "One"
The person to spend the rest of their life with.
Once you find the one, you will know.
Who is the one for you? Tall? Short?
All I know is you'll find him or her, you will.

ok, I've been trying my best to come up with a good love story, but my brain is not working. This is the best I've been able to do, and I know it's pretty bad. Sorry.

I tried to fly, but my wings were broken,
I tried to cry, but my tears were gone.
I tried to dance, but the music's over,
I tried to hold you but you slipped away.

Bad! That was amazing! I guess because I am not an amazing writer, I love everybody else's.

thanks :)

beautiful.The winner will be announced on valentines day

The Perils of Valentine's Day

For some people-well, for most people, in all actuality- Valentine's Day is a wonderful day, filled with love, sap, and other things that romantics find appealing. There's the college graduate proposing to his girlfriend, the highschool sweethearts exchanging gifts, and the married couple celebrating their anniversary. The world is filled with red and pink, images of Cupid, hearts, Hallmark specials, and candy. But you see, I'd never cared about the whole "romantic" idea. My idea of Valentine's day was heart shaped lollipops and picking out those Valentines-in-a-box for my classmates. That is, until my eighth grade year, when I was positive that I had fallen in love.

The gentleman went by the name of Thomas. We shared four classes, talked a good bit, and could even be considered friends. And I had a massive crush. Now, I think that it's important to know that in those days, I was a nerd. A complete and utter geek, with the whole braces and glasses combination, a large vocabulary, a love for learning, and a book tote. Yes, a book tote. But all the same, I was convinced that Thomas and I would get married one day, lost in the girly daydreams that I was shocked to be having. I had a hunch that he liked me a bit also, although he'd only broken up with his girlfriend two months prior.

I also think that it's important to know that I had always been horrible at initiating conversations with, talking to, and even associating with guys, much less in a "flirtatious" manner. But my greatest attempt yet had been a scheme of my own, an attempt at what I called "nerd-flirting." I'd paired up with him for an science project and told him that it was because we "worked well together," which was true (and honestly a real part of the reason for my teaming up with him), but not the WHOLE truth. So, naturally, I was looking forward to Valentine's Day, the day on which I would obtain a boyfriend, my first, and be swept off my feet by the young man. Or, if nothing else, I'd get one of the chocolate roses the Student Council had been selling from my "Secret Admirer." The day would be perfect. But I couldn't have been more wrong.

The day dawned, cloudy, gloomy, and cold, an obvious sign that it would be, to say the least, the complete opposite of Valentine's Day. But I've never been the superstitious type, so I didn't pay much attention to it. I was in the process of "walking on air," awaiting my Prince Charming. But nothing happened in homeroom. I don't even think we talked. Nothing happened in first period. And then we went our separate ways for second period, where I had PE, and he worked in the library as an elective, being the fellow bookworm that he was. I was a bit disheartened but still optimistic that the day would be perfect. It had to be.

As I walked to fourth period, a class we had together, sweaty and hot, I peered into the library in passing, a habit of mine. I saw him standing there. His eyes locked on mine, and I smiled. And then he motioned me into the library.

I pointed to myself, unsure of whether he was wanting ME. He nodded, and my stomach turned. This is it, I told myself, all but skipping into the empty room with giddiness. I walked up to the circulation desk and stood there, waiting for him to speak, to ask me out, to say something cute. It was going to happen. It was going to happen. I could hardly believe it.

He smiled and said "hello," then turned to the side and reached for something. My heart was pounding, my palms sweating, and my stomach churning with excitement. The object was paper though, which threw me off a bit. He passed them to me, and I looked down. They were pictures of mosquitoes, the pictures we needed for that project. That stupid project. My heart dropped, and I began to feel a lump in my throat.

"Here," he said, "These are those pictures I promised I'd get for our project. Will they work?" I nodded, trying to conceal my disappointment.

"Yeah, they're great," I said, smiling, "They're perfect. Thanks!" He breathed a sigh of apparent relief.

"Good. I was worried they wouldn't since this printer only prints in black and white. My printer broke last night." I hurried out of the library.

I don't remember walking back. I only remember sitting in that desk in front of him, numb. I couldn't even cry. I know, it's silly, but he had let me down. It was unintentional though. I didn't blame or hate him for it. And as I think back on it now, I laugh. It was my girlish dream to marry that boy. But he changed, and I eventually accepted the facts. However, I lived in a fantasy, that wonderful yet dreadful fantasy in which every teenage girl lives at some point. And that in itself gives me a reason to smile.

Who's The Winner

Danie is da winner. Here is the stats

Danie is in first- she wins 10 mod points
Leah is second- she wins 5 mod point

Danie's may be short, but the emotion was beautiful.

Congrats! :)