Name: Emily H.

Song, Poem, or Story sample: Eh. A story that Ema and I wrote during the last TAPM is at node 27193 here on the Inkwell. The few of my stories that I'm not ashamed of I'm hoping to publish, so I'd rather not put them up here. 

Favorite genre of stories, songs, poems, etc.: Let's see.... I like fatasy and mystery stories. No romance (unless you're like Jane Austen, in which case I'll read it once if I have to) or horror, please. 

Please note that I have already done a TAPM assignment thingymawhooper, so if there are a whole ton of people who haven't, I'll be glad to just wait for the next one.

-EH

Name: Dawnpaw

Sample: Heres a slightly change version of a chapter story I've been working on...

There was a small clearing. Not big, just big enough for a body to be laying in it. There was, actually. In the middle was a creature. He was unconsious, but he probably thought he was dead. He opened his green eyes and glanced around. "Hm?" He got up on wobbly paws.
Why am I standing on all fours?
The creature tried to get up on his hind legs, but it felt awkward. He fell forward.
Am I...Dead? Oh of course you are... But why do I feel so strange?
He finally looked down at himself.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!"
He had paws! And a bushy tail!
Am I a cat?

Then he heard a voice.
"Finally you woke up! You were lying on the ground all dead-like!"
Then out of a tree came the strangest creature the creature had ever seen. The bottom of it looked like an eggshell with strange markings. It was white and had small legs, wings and arms. It also had a longish neck with a smiling, spiked head.
"My name's Tara Togetic! Nice t'meet ya!"

Sorry I used the word "Creature" rather confusingly, but you probably don't know what a Flareon is, sooooooo....

I'm a fantasy story person, probably chapters.

Thanks Gloworm for making a new thread!

Dawnpaw accepted, Emily not accepted.

Emily, even if you have to make something up on the spot, please do so. :)

Name: Reuben

Story: Eh, I'm going to make this up on the spot; I don't have a good story to post that's already written.

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My mind is slipping.

The humans say it is a small world, normally with a sacchirine grin on their hideous faces. They have no idea.

This exile has been hearder than I ever imagined. I can still see their faces: the elven council, gloomy browed. Casting me away. Smirking.

They are fools. They did not see. I found new fronteirs, an new future! And for the untold advancement of our kind, they cast me out.

Elf. 

Humans think jolly, pointy-eared, baking cookies in the wilderness, giving presents to children. A jovial representation of our feirce glory.These are the people I was exiled to.

My magic would have helped! We would have dominion over these human sheep. We could be feared! And the blind fools ignored it. They will pay.

My magic is gone. My mind will follow.

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Prefered genre: Fantasy.

Name: Megan

Song, Poem, or Story sample: I like poetry, so here is a poem i recently wrote

Searching for the Truth

How does a worm know which way's up,

Or a bee know how to make honey or comb?

Who taught the crickets to sing and dance,

Or a spider to weave his own home?

Who gives the ladybug spots on her back,

Or dresses the beatles in colors devine?

Where did the caterpillar learn to change

Into a butterfly, dainty and fine?

Why do katydids shed their skin,

and who taught the mantis to pray?

Where did the firefly learn how to dance,

and why does the ant never play?

The answer is there, if you'll only look,

It's hidden in every cranny and nook.

Use your eyes, your ears, your intuitive mind,

search for the truth, and the truth you will find.

Favorite genre of stories, songs, poems, etc: Nature and dramatic

I'm kind of new at this, so i hope i got everything right....

Name (First name or nickname only.) Emily L.

Song, Poem, or Story sample. (A short 200 words or less sample of a song, poem, or story that YOU wrote.)

Christie sat down to a bowl of steaming hot carrot soup. Trina the cook was telling her regular lunchtime story. She listened, sipping daintily like her mistress Princess Kitty.

            “And in the midsummer’s eve moonlight danced the fairies, in circles. Their wings were made of silver and spiderwebs and dewdrops. And they sang and played silver flutes, and their music was haunting and sweet and pure and enchanting and wonderful. Then the girl looked and saw her lover was dancing with them. And she called his name, but he did not hear her, mesmerized as he was by the enchantment.  And when the fairies left, he was gone with them. She went home to tell her parents, but they thought her mad. They were sorry, though, when they found her run away. Perhaps,” she said, “She tried to find him. But that was two hundred years ago.”

            “You believe in fairies, then?” a small boy asked.

            “Of course I do, child!” answered Trina. “But they don’t reveal themselves much anymore, oh my, no.”

Favorite genre of stories, songs, poems, etc. Fantasy (with a preference of mysterious.)

Name: Allison

Sample Story:

The familiar strains of piano music trembled in the air. Taking a deep breath, Mira raised her head and began to dance. Her arms carved graceful arches in the air, as her feet automatically went through her routine – passé, arebesque, jéte. The crowd of people faded before her yes until she only knew the dance, the freedom of her body and the music. She tossed rose petals in the air, spinning through them as they fell. Before she knew it, the piano wheezed out the last three chords. She curtsied to rough applause, and scampered off stage to where her older sister was standing.

            She opened her mouth to ask her customary, breathless, "How did I do?", but the words froze in her throat at her sister's face. Josie stood with her arms folded tightly across her chest, and her face was blotchy and tear streaked. "Mira…" she said thickly. Her voice cracked, and she stuffed a telegram in Mira's hand.

            Mira looked down at the words. MUM DIED STOP HEART ATTACK STOP PLEASE COME STOP FROM PA. The world seemed to freeze around her. All Mira could hear was her own ragged breathing, then suddenly she was running out the back door, leaving it to flap open behind her. Numb, she fled through the rain, not noticing as her painstakingly stitched costume caught on tree branches and her slippers tore on the rough gravel. She ran mindlessly until her legs could take her no farther, then she collapsed under a tree.

(Copyright by Allison, June 2009)

Preferred Genres: Fantasy (for stories). And I'd really prefer not to write any romance or horror. For poetry, I'm open to anything. No songs for me, please.

Name: Chloe

Genre: Fantasy 

Story sample: A young girl walked through the woods, not sure where she was. Little did she know that she was being watched. "Poor dear, she's lost," said the largest of the group, who was 5 in. tall. "You don't supose that-"

"It's her work?" replyed another. "Mercy me, I hope not."

"She's got the signs though,"put in a young scholarly-looking one, "sleepy eyes, the hopeless expression; we're going to have to warn the king."

"He's not going to be pleased." "I know."

Yes, it is, but I didn't feel like writing anything new and it happened to be handy.

Name: Mango

Story Genre: Mystery/ Fantasy

Song Genre: Confusing

Poem Genre: Nature/ Abstract

I'll do the rest later. I'm in a big hurry, fall festival.