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I'm trying to fit this into my schedule... *types furiously* When's the due date again?

I'm afraid I've exceeded the due date, and I hope this entry can still be accepted.

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Good sighed, running a hand through his snowy white hair. "Your move." Evil smiled, her rouge-painted lips parting to reveal perfect white teeth. She slid her queen forward, putting him in check. 

He groaned. "Every time your moves seem harmless up until this point."

Evil laughed, a pleasing sound. "I do love to antagonize you, dear." The tone was sweet, but one only had to look into her striking violet eyes to see the desperate need for victory. 

Good's dark expression represented his inner turmoil. His callused brown hand hovered over his knight. Was it the right decision? Evil followed his every move, calculating and predicting. Finally, he captured the queen with his bishop. "There." He looked up at Evil, challenging her.

She sighed dramatically and twirled a lock of her midnight black tresses. "Always one for theatrics." Then, with a wink at her opponent, she knocked the bishop over with her own. Good put his head in his hands. "Too bad, so sad," she crooned. He glared at her half-halfheartedly. "Don't look at me like that," she said, examining her perfect manicure. "After all, I can't exist without you, nor you without me. It is only the presence of Evil that brings about the definition of Good." The latter narrowed his eyes at the board and took a pawn one step forward. Evil absently jumped a knight over to threaten a rook and continued talking. "It's not your fault that I have more prowess. I'm just more appealing. Everyone has a rebellious streak, you know." The rook slid to the side, drawing the attention of Evil's bishop which moved accordingly. "And you can talk at me all day about everyone having good deep inside them, but you know it's not true. Especially in this stage of the world. I have more followers than ever." She fanned herself in a coy manner. "It's almost too much!" Good's rook continued to evade Evil's pieces and his pawn inched ever so slowly forward. Finally, Evil captured the rook with her own. "Hah!" she exclaimed triumphantly. 

Good only raised an eyebrow at her, then moved his pawn to the end of the board and switched it for a queen. "Check," he said, the corners of his mouth twitching upward. 

Evil's expression turned sour. "You just had to go and ruin the fun," she whined. The rook had lured all of her pieces away from her king. She pursed her lips and moved her king away from the new queen. Good brought his knight down upon her bishop. Evil's knight tried to make it's way over to the king, but was captured by a pawn. Evil's minions disappeared from the board one by one, until Good's pawns had replaced his missing higher ranked pieces. Together, they cornered the Evil's king and held off the remaining stragglers from their own ruler. 

"Checkmate." Evil glowered at him and he couldn't help grinning. "Good will always prevail!"

I'll join, but probably in the next round. It's already past the due date and I have nothing started. 

Is it cool if I write a poem of sorts?

Never had I imagined that this would happen to me.

I had always been told the two negatives don’t make a positive,

How they were wrong.

I am darkness, and so is she

Yet when I’m around her, there’s only one thing

Light.

Being a writer, I read many books, some of which have the stereotypical romance with the boy falling for the girl

He

Cant

Have.

Never did I think it would happen to me.  I thought it was all stuff I would read but never see, but when she’s around, she proves me wrong, she is a fictional character in reality, no seeming faults, and even if she did they would be undeniably adorable. She is the one the is there for you when the world she knows is crumbling, when you have nowhere left to go, and she only has the clothes on her back, she will give you the sun, work until you can leave, to live a happy live, she will work and work, but no one seems to see how deeply broken she really is, no one notices the overworked, heart just trying to make sure everyone else is happy, despite it breaking with every betrayal.

She is the girl with beauty far beyond belief, a smile that would give Aphrodite a run for her money, and a brain Athena would kill for.

She is a girl that will know me as the loner in the background, the one that she is too good for, but I’d rather sit back and watch her marry someone else and be happy than drag her father into sadness.

She isn’t the sun, not even close, she is not a ball of fire, that no one can bare to look at without they’re eyes beginning to burn, she is the moon, a wonder that makes people stop and stare, and like the moon, she is not only whole, but even when she merely a sliver of herself, she draws attention to how wonderful she truly is.

She is the moon

I am a  dull star

Out of the hundreds of millions of bright ones

Why chose me

In hopes to match the sparkle in her eye

When even the sun can’t compete?

Hm. Interesting! :)

Today I'll be taking this in a different direction, one that is more... Relatable. :)

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He stares at me semi-subtly from across the room. I can feel his blue eyes watching my every move, and I try to keep from blushing as my friend, Jennifer, nudges my arm and whisper in my ear:

"He's looking at you!" I concentrate hard on the lesson that our teacher is droning on about, but my mind keeps drifting back to the way he looks at me. Curious. Friendly. Warmer than the way he looks at anybody else. I mentally swipe these thoughts away from me and I blink a couple times to clear my mind. I triumphantly succeed on focusing on the rest of the lesson. When the teacher shops us out of his classroom, Jennifer walks beside me as we exit the school building. She, as always, speaks first.

"A good lesson... I how to avoid ever getting a boyfriend!" I sigh. It's always this conversation. Ever since I befriended two newcomers, Annelise and Mark Jones. I'm closer friends with Annalise, but her brother, Mark, is the one who always stares at me and stuff like that. Jenn continues. "Come on, Jade, you know he likes you." I shake my head.

"Until I hear it from his own mouth, or something close to that, I won't believe that he likes me. He's only being friendly!" Jennifer rolls her eyes.

"Oh yeah. Friendly. Jade, friendly is talking to you without being as fidgety as Mark gets. Friendly is not acting wise and charming around you. Friendly is-" I raise a finger to my lips. Jenn had begun to speak louder, just as she always does when she gets exited. She crosses her arms.

"I get it, Jenn."

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I'll continue later.  

Here's mine. This turned out more depressing than I thought it would be. Woops! Oh well. I would love some critique! 

How can you stop a trembling hand, reaching for another hand, even though it is forbidden? How can you stop the spark that ignites inside a heart, even though it is forbidden? The sweetest fruit always comes from the forbidden tree, and my fruit was pure sugar. He was tall and lean with dark skin, dark eyes, and jet black hair. His mouth was always twisted into a mischievous smirk. He was always lighthearted and fun, but did his work better than anybody else. Nothing, however, nothing could compare to his love. Those he held close were nourished better than the wealthiest landowner and happier than the most spoiled child. I wanted that love so badly. But it couldn’t be. I was the pale teenage daughter of the wealthiest landowner in town, and he was the troublemaking teenage slave. It would be a deadly sin. But as time went on, I grew more and more desperate as I fell deeper and deeper in love. The fruit on the forbidden tree just seemed to grow riper and riper. If I didn’t pick it, then somebody else would. I no longer cared how deadly a sin it was, or what the consequences would be, I went and picked the fruit. Soon, however, my father found out. If a tree proves to be a problem, then it is cut down. That’s just was my father did. It was a night with a full bright moon, and we were on the outermost edge of my father's property. It had been a wonderful night, and we had been dancing when the shot rang out. My father not only cut down my tree, but had it die in my arms. I have often thought back to how things could have been different had I not been so reckless. I have never loved so deeply since that forbidden fruit, and never settled down with another man. My father tied my hands behind my back and flooded the spark in my soul. He told me what I did was wrong, but, even now, I just don’t understand. How could something so real and strong, be so utterly wrong? Love can’t be asked or coaxed, it comes straight from heaven, unasked and unsought, to take root in your heart. Nothing can change that.

Nice job everyone! @Rouge, can't wait for more!

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