Creative Corner

From the moment Jiyi had submitted her poem, she wished she hadn’t done it. She wasn’t scared of what was going to happen, or scared at all. She just wanted some alone time to spend writing by candlelight. Her poems didn’t need to be public. Meh, whatever. She couldn’t really fix it. Some random stranger would have her poem now, but it wasn’t that important. Jiyi would rather be alone than surrounded by the applause of her clanmates. She closed her eyes and blocked out the noise. [i]Ping Ping Ping goes the bell. Waiting for someone to answer. Judges: @s0leil @Paintminion @Milohilay @BrookInTheMeadow [/i] [b]FR Player Name:[/b] starsX [b]FR Player ID#:[/b] 446470 [b]Dragon Poet's Name:[/b] Jiyi [b]Dragon Poet's ID#:[/b] 47102576 [b]Dragon Poet Image:[/b] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=47102576] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/471026/47102576_350.png[/img] [/url] [b]Entry Category:[/b] The Season’s POV [b]Entry Title:[/b] autumn teardrops. [b]Entry: [/b] Gentle teardrops of autumn rain fell on Summer’s face. Her eyes flickered open, and she looked around. The sun had long since faded away, and she was left with something. She couldn’t explain the way it felt to her, But it was dark and cold. It was beautiful, but not her kind of beautiful. The landscape before her looked barely real, like some kind of mural painted to cover up a blank and empty wall. But of course, behind the mural, there was a wall and nothing more. As Summer drifted into the world she’d worked so hard to create, she saw an empty shell of what it used to be. Everything was dead. The colors were all that remained. Her harmony was gone. Summer listened into the trees for the song of happiness. She didn’t hear it, but she heard something. This song was new, one she hadn’t heard before. It was a chillingly quiet, eerily calm calm song that echoed among the trees... and Summer found herself intoxicated. “The whispers of agony here in the cold Are all that you hear when you try to be bold The sound of this music has made you lose trust And yet, there’s a hopefulness down in the dust. The sadness you feel when you look at this place And see no remainder of all that you made What you don’t understand is that all that you miss This world is your torture and yet, it’s our bliss. And one day you’ll understand our melody You’ll understand how beautiful it can be. You may not believe in the things we can do But everything shows that we’ll all make it through. So treasure the seasons you don’t think belong Remember this place, and remember this song.” An endless silence followed. Summer looked away from her empty shell. She felt herself losing strength, lying on the ground, missing her old life. In her last moments, Summer smiled. She didn’t know why. But, it was surely better to at least pretend to be happy if it was her last moment. In fact, she would have cried. but the sky was doing it for her. Ahh, I hope I did this right! This is my first time so if I screwed up I’m sorry, please let me know.