Whos the second person who voted for me!?

I demand to know, otherwise you will loose your chance of getting a free point in my MOTP game!

once dar wus a person her name was ~~Raven Perfection McLovin' It The Purple-Haired~~ she had perfec crystal eyes (jus liek me) nd she had AMAZIN HAIR let me tel u about her HAIR

it wus purple wit blue highlights nd a green bangs wit da orange spiky bits OMG evry1 luved her hare nd tutched her hair

so she went 2 hogwats nd was all "omfggggg dracoooo" nd draco LOVED Raven nd so did evry1 else bcoz she wus da most perfect person in da wurld betta studier dan hermoine nd smarta dan dumbeldor nd a betta luva dan ron hu wus ginger neway LMFAO

so draco wus like 'omg omg' nd dey kissed nd had sex in fursutes nd filmed it nd made porn nd hogwarts wer like WTFFfff nd got horny nd watchd it in da hallllll

neway deaf eaters ate voldemort bcos he wus busy bein all evil lollll nd Raven left hogwats nd evry1 cryed but she mite be bak sum over day luv Not Tellin U Mah Name lolll XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX

Alar sneered at the pretty young woman. He eyed her carefully from behind his mop of black hair. His eyes glowed red in the darkness of the night. He could pracitically taste her thick red blood in his mouth already.
Alar was a vampire. He'd been so for hundreds of years. He enjoyed being immortal. He could only be killed if he didn't get blood, or by a witch. He was sure to live for years. He felt no guilt when he killed his prey. The way he saw it, he was doing them a favor. They were mortals.
The young woman stumbled backwards, her eyes wide with fear. She fell back into a big tree. Alar grinned at her, showing off long white fangs. She let out a little gasp.
"No!" she shrieked. "No - please! Let me go! Please!"
Alar laughed in reply. He slowly creeped closer. He didn't mind taking his time. He loved scaring victims.
The woman looked around frantically for escape, but anywhere she could run Alar could easily capture her. Finally he reached her, and gripped her shoulder with a pale hand. She screamed.
"This is the end," Alar whispered, then laughed. He tilted her head and sunk his fangs into her neck. Her blood began to flow into Alar's open mouth. Finally he'd drained her. He let her drop to the ground. Her body fell, limp.
And suddenly Alar felt sick. Deathly sick. He gripped a tree to steady himself as he clutched his stomach. He let out a soft moan. Then, he fell. Dead.
The young woman awaked from her deathly sleep and rose. She gazed at Alar's crumpled body, smiling to herself. Witches always defeated vampires. Always.

Right, I know whose story so far I prefer. Also the worst story loses half a point.

I'll keep this open for stories a little longer then close this competition.

*Glares with widened eyes full of envy & hate*

I hate you!

*Double Post*

Afternoon in School
The Last Lesson

When will the bell ring, and end this weariness?
How long have they tugged the leash, and strained apart
My pack of unruly hounds: I cannot start
Them again on a quarry of knowledge they hate to hunt,
I can haul them and urge them no more.
No more can I endure to bear the brunt
Of the books that lie out on the desks: a full three score
Of several insults of blotted pages and scrawl
Of slovenly work that they have offered me.
I am sick, and tired more than any thrall
Upon the woodstacks working weariedly.


And shall I take
The last dear fuel and heap it on my soul
Till I rouse my will like a fire to consume
Their dross of indifference, and burn the scroll
Of their insults in punishment? - I will not!
I will not waste myself to embers for them,
Not all for them shall the fires of my life be hot,
For myself a heap of ashes of weariness, till sleep
Shall have raked the embers clear: I will keep
Some of my strength for myself, for if I should sell
It all for them, I should hate them -
- I will sit and wait for the bell.

I forget how to do limericks. It's an AABBA sequence, right?

No, it's an ABBA sequence.

If you change your mind (take a chance, take a chance)
I'm the first in line (take a chance, take a chance)
Honey I'm still free
Take a chance on me
If you need me, let me know, gonna be around

Erhama you got 1 point. And although that was nice poetry its not a lymerick. Cc has the idea.

This one is made by me, OK!?:
There was a shadow
How loved to be on the meadow
When the sun went
He had been sent
But never to be seen a-melow.

Aren't you supposed to make them up yourself rather than copying Edward Lear?

Hell's fire burning ever so hot
If you think you're ready than you're not
Are you ready, to accept you fate?
Tonight let death be your date
Your punishment for being caught


(the first four lines are lyrics from a song I wrote. The line I had to add on to make it a limerick sucks. 'Tonight let death be your date' is a good ender.)

There was a man who was a brute
the girl next to him played a flute
the boys under her played with toys
then the boys
ran away with a tute.

Who's that?

I rather like Bonky's. Erhama might need slight practice to make it sound right (or it might just be me, but the 4th line was too short) Ccs wasn't too bad but she was right about it being better without the last line. You have limitless attempts for this one.

Your by the fireplace
You're tying your shoelace
You slip
and dip
Into the plate with your face

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Indiana Jones
eats scones
with tea
and lyriclee(Member at Exnem)
So join us in the zones.

He was a poet and writer.
http://www.everypoet.com/archive/poetry/Edward_Lear/

Erhama your first one there was quite good, if random. The 2nd one I didn't like as much.

Any lymericks from you Guy?

Nope.