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New Roleplay!!! Yay! Koffee's contribution:

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Braelyn stared over the rolling hills of the kingdom wordlessly, expressing utter disrespect towards her "care-taker", as her mother had recently taken to calling Bell, a middle aged woman that seemed to have an endless supply of complaints and lessons.

"Are you listening to me?" Bell muttered irratably by Braelyn's side.

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Writing musicals, screenplays, plays, script-y thingys... etc!

Well, the other day my English teacher and I got into an argument about the villain in a story in our lit book. He died, which I greatly resented. Etc., etc., thus ensued a typical all-ML's-teachers-hate-her-or-something-like-that scenario. Point being, I decided to rewrite the story in our lit book, as a musical...

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Writing Exercise

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Morbid(ish) Poem I ended up writing. I've discovered that while I have no talent whatsoever in rhyming poetry, I can write depressing free-verse fairly well. So, this is Koffee's new and improved poem style! Tell me what you think! (Note: My knees are actually doing fairly well. It's just my inspiration here, since it's supposed to be depressing. So please don't worry about me :D)

Title: ??? (I'd like suggestions, if you would :D)

Poem:

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TAPM; 2

On insistence of quite a few people, I am doing this again, but there are a few changes. See rules.

Hello, welcome to 'The Author Pairs Movement.' (TAPM).

A. Q&A

B. Rules

C. Genre Options

D. Sign-up sheets

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A

Q: What exactly is 'The Author Pairs Movement'

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Haiku

pear on the tree drops

Morning sun arrives, to take

Away the harsh cold

-Lu 

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Annie!  Come back!

I really, really want to continue our story, but you seem to have given up.  I see you on other parts of the Chatterbox, so I know that you haven't vanished.  Please come back.  I miss our story.

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A poem thing.  It's very short, and I have no idea what to name it.

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Thunder roars, lightning flashes,

Rain pounds down, sunlight smashes.

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And THAT is short.  I don't even know if I wrote it.  I might have read it somewhere and then it came to my mind when I was outside in the rain...

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GloWorm's Perfectly Printed School.

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Hello my dears, I am Principal Gloworm, also known as Miss GloWorm in english, Mrs. Gloworm in Science, Ms. Gloworm in Art, and Mr. Gloworm in Literature.

First of all, let my say, that I only have room for five students in each subject, making a total of 20 students.