ωяιтιηg cσηтєsт {Freshkill prizes!}

I've been treated like a outsider
I'm so misunderstood, I may be cold and harsh
But just like you, all I want is love
I may look scary
My history is devastating too
How'd you feel
If someone made fun of you
All my life I've been rejected
I may like the dark
And I may look scary
But that doesn't mean
I don't need love
Everyone needs love
Including me
You know I like the cold
And blood as well
But I hate apprentices and dogs
Not to mention hot temperatures
And that may be weird to you
But you only think that
Because I'm so misunderstood
My outside layer
Doesn't show that I
Have too, just like you,
Suffered pain
And even though I
May seem mean, I still have feelings of my own
Because I need love
My name may be frightening
As well as my clan
You may think I'm evil
And bloodthirsty
Maybe your right
Maybe your wrong
All I know is I'm so misunderstood
From my start and to my finish
Well, my future isn't known yet
But I, Shadowfang, hope
That I'll be treated like a normal cat
In all the days to come
And that's that

The lemon orchestra and the Attack of the Ninja Zombie Kittens

I watched as the evil demon dragon standing in front of us screamed his head off about how awful our rehearsal was, the papers on the stand flew around the orchestra pit like birds on a summer day. The troll behind me rolled his eyes as the fairy beside me shook her head. Well, I over exaggerated that just a bit. That's just an average day in the orchestra pit inside some stupid old theater. I don't know what my parents were thinking sending me to a school where we were trained by a demon dragon. At least it's better than being sent to a public school off in the city where the orchestra kids are teased because the band is some how better than the orchestra ever was. Here, we got all sorts of things, a troll, a demon dragon, and really slow kittens that climb just about anything. "Mr. Rodgers is having a mental break down again." The troll whispers in my ear, I wrinkle my nose, he smells like he hasn't showered in the past 20 years, who knows how old he is. Actually, I do. He's a random 15 year old jerk named James, and he plays the third chair cello. Something flys by and hits him square on the forehead, "James shut up already! Mr. Rodgers is just upset okay?" The fairy said glaring at him, I looked down to see the rosin she had thrown at him. That would be Sofia, the first chair violaist, I think that's how you say it. Yet again no one cares about the violas, just the violins and basses. I guess that's why us cellists get the sucky instruments, jame's cello has really light wood, almost yellow and it smells like it was soaked in lemon juice. No one bothers to listen to the violas and cellos, even though we have the best story to tell, and that's just what I intend to do.Write the best story ever told, but I don't want to write it, I want to play it. I was brought out of my thought zone when James began to talk like a troll again,"Sarah, you coming or are you going to sit there and slowly decompose, I mean I'm fine either way." I looked at him and shrugged, standing up putting the cello down. The smell of lemons invaded my nose as I walked by Jame's lemon cello. I thought my throat was going burn because the acid in the strange cello's scent, but thankfully it didn't. "Uh oh, who let the mutated platypus out of the sewer?" Darrel said randomly appearing beside me, I call him stalker, because he did that to everyone. I felt something hairy rub against my leg, I looked down to find some Brown creature standing there looking at me with giant yellow eyes. And it looked hungry, like it was about to jump on me and start devouring my face. It bared its fangs and hissed, standing on its hind legs. What ever it was it was scary looking, maybe it was a giant fuzzy ant. It sure didn't have balance, because 5 seconds into standing on its hind legs, it fell over on its face.

The brown thing stood back up and walked in circles stupidly. So much for the giant ferocious fuzzy ant. The stupid kitten bumped into the lemon cello and fell inside it. Behind me James and Darrel were laughing hysterically at the platypus fuzzy ant kitten. Poor thing, it was probably going to die of the lemon smell and the trash smell that lingered on Jame's shirt. I swore he went dumpster diving for fun, either that or he swam in the sewer with the giant ants and mutated platypi. I reached inside the cello and grabbed the little mess of fur, it hissed at me and tried to throw daggers at me with his paws, but apparently it was to stupid to know that it's claws didn't detach themselves. I put it down, it turned and hissed at me before slowly moving toward James and jumping on his face so it could snack on his nose.

Chapter 2
That afternoon, James came back from the doctor, right after lunch. They had put bandages on his nose because of the attack of the ninja kitten, mutated platypus or fuzzy ant, well what ever it was. He was in a pretty bad mood so we stayed away from him, no one likes a grumpy troll, wouldn't be surprised if he found a bridge in the sewer and lived under it. Fuzzy Brown thing had returned to its evil lair under the theater. Who knows how many of those thing there were. James had to breathe through his mouth, which sounded like Mr. Rodgers slightly when he goes under his evil demon Dragon transformation.

Have you ever felt really...oh, how do I explain this...paranoid? Like the time you watched that one scary movie with your friend. You had acted like it was nothing, but deep down inside, you just had that part of you saying, "Yep. Samara is going to crawl out of my TV and kill me." And then later that night, when you were sitting in your bed, reading "The Hobbit", you suddenly get that feeling that if you look up from your bed, you're going to die. You literally think that if you move one muscle, all hell will break loose. Well, that's how I feel. Every. Single. Day. Do you know why? It's because I'm being watched. Constantly. When I'm riding my bike to the grocery store, I'm being watched. When I'm at school, trying to take a pop quiz, I'm being watched. Even when I'm in the safety of my own home, I'm being watched. Who is it? Simple. It's the dark behind your closet. It's the fire lighting up your neighbors house. It's that one spider that just won't go away. But this isn't just some simple, little fear. This is more. I'm being watched by the thing I hate most in this world. Myself.

Legolas was riding along side Aragorn, Gimli, and Josephene. He had warned them of Saruman's return and they had left to find the newly forged ring and destroy it, he figured it would not be far from Mordor, but he could be wrong. "We should ride to the Shire and find Gandalf and Frodo! Hopfully Gandalf is there!" He called to Aragorn. He lead his horse in the direction of the small town. They had left Gondor a long while ago and were looking for any possable allies, and Frodo and Gandalf were their first priorety. Legolas's response from Aragorn was a nod of agreement. He sped up his stead, leading them to the wanted location.
Josephene sighed, was all that had already happened, happened again? She hated war, but oddly, she did not hate violence. She rode closely next to Gimli, the Dwarf, as they all trailed behind Legolas, as he rode in his brisk, normal pace. She looked at Aragorn, who was struggling to keep up with Legolas, she let out a slight chuckle then transfixed her blue eyes on the road ahead. Frodo had that- that sword that would help them know when an ememy was nearby, Sting... yes, yes that was the name. It glows blue when Orcs, trolls, or Goblins were near, did it not? She shook her thoughts away as they neared the Shire, the place where many Hobbits lived, Bilbo Baggins, and Frodo Baggins dwelled there, hopfully they would be there now.
Legolas entered the small village and rode towards the Hobbit Hole of the Baggin's, Frodo was much needed, he had been the Ring-bearer after his uncle, Bilbo had been. He knew much of the Ring, and knew it was a burden no man nor anyone else deserved to carry. Now Gandalf, he was a wizard, a powerful one at that. "What if Gandalf is not there? Surely that would bring worry to our minds." Legolas heard Josephene call. He looked over his shoulder to look at the she-elf.
"We must hope he is there, he may be in the Shire." He called back.
Josephene still seemed unsure, she knew Legolas was not optimistic, she wasn't either, but he was right. We must hope he is there.
Gimli rolled his eyes, then he nearly fell off his stead, "Whoa!" He yelled as he grasped the reigns tighter and regained balance, he then called to Legolas, "Hope will not get us anywhere!"
Josephene glared at Gimli, "Your Godd** negative spirit wont get us anywhere either." She said before pulling on her reigns, making the horse stop.
"I belive this is their dwelling." Legolas said to Josephene. "Aragorn." He then turned to the Gondor king.
Aragorn nodded and went through the gate and to the tiny door. He knocked, knowing that barging through the door would cause great alarm. He waited a few minutes then a young hobbit came to the door.
"Aragorn?" The Hobbit asked.
"Frodo my friend!" Aragorn chuckled as Frodo leaped to him and hugged him. "Why have you come? Can I get you anything?" He asked.
Legolas stepped up, "Is Gandalf around? In town?" He asked, looking down at Frodo, one of the Hobbits who saved all of Middle-Earth.
"Yes, he just returned to the Shire yesterday... you look troubled... Is something wrong?" Frodo would not take "nothing" for an answer, he wanted to know what was troubling the elf, and he wanted to know now.
"We will tell you once we have Gandalf with us, can you find him and tell him to come to your home? Do not tell him we have arrived, not just yet."
Frodo nodded, "Of course......" His voice trailed off as he turned to find the old wizard.
Aragorn sighed, "We will give him a choice, we will not make him come with us, war lies ahead, and he had been through this already." He told Legolas.
Legolas nodded, for he knew this was true, it was a horred time, time of grief, loss, and termoil. The wizard is here, that was one of the few things that have gone right.
A half hour had past and Frodo was on his way back to his home, Gandalf at his side. The white wizard froze when he saw Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, and Josephene, an elf of which he did not know. He imbeded the tip of his staff in the ground, "What is the meaning of this.... reunion?" Gandalf asked.
Legolas was the one who stepped forward, "We have matters to discuss with you, but not here, not out where people can hear or see us." He explained to Gandalf.
Gandalf nodded and swiftly turned to Frodo, who was just starting to speak, " We could use my house, barely anyone swings by anymore, you know-- er, after the first journey." He stuttered, looking up at his old wizard friend. Gandalf nodded.
"Come." He said, signaling the elves, dwarf, and man into the Hobbit hole. Gandalf came to a small room, big enough for a small gathering or meeting, certainly a great place to discuss serious matters. "Explain. What is troubling your minds." He ordered, he did not like the fact that fear was filling the room. Gandalf then turned towards Josephene.
Josephene looked away, "Who will tell him of what is coming to the Middle-Earth once more?" She asked, not wanting that Dwarf, Gimli, to explain to the wizard. He wasn't the best man when it came to calmness and finess, plus his negetive personality, especially towards the elves.
Aragorn looked at the she-elf, his words were strange to Frodo, for he was speaking in an elvish language he did not know. {Elvish} "I might as well, Josephene, I need to put it in a way they will understand." He told her.
Gandalf looked at Aragorn, "Well?" He was becoming impatient, for he needed to know, and he needed to know now. Something that they feared, that they feared so very much, was happening once again.
Aragorn sighed, and he then spoke, "Saruman's evil is rising, he is building an army of Orcs, Trolls, and whatever evil that is willing to join his wicked scemes," He stopped speaking for several minutes then spoke again, "Another Ring is being forged, Gandalf, we must retreive it and distroy it. My men are not enough to go up against the armies of Mordor and Isenguard." He told the wizard, yet he was looking at Frodo, who was staring up at him in fear and dismay.
"It cannot be true, the words you speak cannot be true!" Frodo said, yet he knew the King would not lie, not to them.
Josephene closed her eyes. She had not known how Frodo would react, and now she did, the young hobbit may not help them now, "Frodo, Gandalf, we need your help." She spoke after a wave of silence went through, "Please." She pleaded.
Aragorn spoke before Gandalf or Frodo could, {Elvish} "Do the elves of Rivendall know?" He was looking at the she-elf, for she was from that elvish city.
Josephene shook her head, {Elvish} "I went straight to Legolas when I had seen a small group of Orc moving through the lands, they were heading for Mordor." Josephene explained, she turned her head to look at Legolas, who had his eyes glazed with worry and fear. She then looked away.
Gandalf looked at Aragorn, "We should head in the direction of Helm's deep, there may be soldiers there." He told the Gondor king.
Legolas looked up at the White Wizard, "But we are sure to run into evils on the way. We have not enough companions with us to face Orc, and other things I do not want to speak of, on the way." He said, worried for his friends.
Gandalf watched Frodo return with Sam, Merry, and Pippin. "You are correct, Legolas..... But we still must go, all of Middle-earth depends on this journey." He said as the four Hobbits arrived.
{Elvish} "What are we waiting for!? We must go now! The longer we linger here, the more time the Orcs have to bring war!" Josephene was correct of this, Gandalf agreeed with this young she-Elf, she was so very right, but she was wishing to go to war, and this he could not accept. Legolas put his hand on her shoulder, {Elvish} "She is right, we must go now." he sighed.
Gandalf was still eyeing the she-elf, "Yes," He said to Legolas, then spoke once more, but this time he made his voice known, he was towarding his question to Josephene, "My dear, what is your name?" He asked the Elf.
Josephene looked to Legolas then to the Wizard, "My name is Josephene, an Elf of Rivendall." She replied, rather smoothly.
Gandalf nodded, and looked at Legolas, he chuckled a bit, for what he knew, he would not tell aloud, "Come, we must get horses for the Hobbits, unless any of you are willing to share your steads."
"Frodo may ride with me." Josephene replied to Gandalf's thought. "Who will carry the other Hobbits if they are willing to come?" She was not looking at anyone, for she was staring at the ground. She sighed and looked up, her eyes dimming.
Merry had been standing there for some while, "So we going to war then?" He asked, "You can count on me." Merry then looked behind him, Pippin nodded an agreement.
Legolas smiled, "Sam?" He then looked to Samwise, "What is your decition?"
"I choose to go with you on your quest, lets go kick some troll behind!" Sam laughed.
Aragorn laughed, "We not wanting to start war just yet, we need more strength in numbers, Gondor cannot face this evil alone." He told the Hobbit, no city could stand alone at times like this, but many cities have no allies that will give them aide.
Legolas looked at Merry, "You may ride with me on my stead, but I cannot assure this journey to go as smoothly as we want it to." He sighed then looked at Gandalf, "Let Pippin ride with you, Sam shall ride with Aragorn." Legolas's reply from the others was a nod, "We shall go now, for we cannot delay any longer." He did not wait for a reply this time, he came to his horse and mounted. He helped Merry up to the front of the stead, he then watched the others mount.
Gandalf helped Gimli up on his horse then got on his own, Pippin already in the front.
They rode out of Hobbiton, and to the edge of the Shire. It was nearly night fall, and they needed to find a place to camp for the night. Legolas unmounted his horse and hitched his stead to a branch of a tree. "Shall we rest here for the night?" He asked, for he did not know where else to go and he did not want them to say no. The landscape was rolling hills with long dark green grass, and a well known mountain, if enemies did come, the wind would make it echo through the land.
"This is a well place to rest, though we need to take shifts so we can guard the area." Gandalf told the Elf, he looked around, at the ground, mountain, everything. He was making sure no trouble was visable, though if it was, they'd be ready. A Dwaf, two Elves, four Hobbits, a King, and a White Wizard would fight to defend Middle-Earth, they would fight until the end, to whatever end. There was a slight echo of a snarl, then there was silence, for no other noise cracked the air.

Alone

The sunset splinters over the ocean,
Washing the sea in red,
The velvety black sky appears,
On top of the oceans bed.

I sit on a rocky cliff,
Staring up at the stars,
On top of a silky pillow,
This place of beauty, it was ours.

The waves crash gently on the shore,
The stars wink from above,
If only I had someone to share this with,
For the night was full of love.

Outsider
By Cammi or Leopardshine

He brings in a knife, but he doesn't use it.
He is fearless because he has known fear.
He is strong because he is weak.
He will fight for his life, but only silently.
He hates, but he understands.
He loves, but he is cautious.
He doesn't see his nose; he sees beyond it.
He walks with friends, yet he walks alone.
He has a gun up his sleeve, but he doesn't take it out.
He kisses the girl, but only in his head.
He believes that beauty should be observerved with caution.
He thinks, but he doesn't use his head.
He doesn't use a pencil; he writes in red pen.
When he writes a story, he writes a memoir.

No one understands,
they only listen.
He doesn't play video games,
He is an outsider.

out spoken

So many words NOT spoken, that need to be.
So many thoughts NOT written down on a blank piece of paper.
So many stories that are lies,being told to the people of today.
The PEACE is broken between family's,friends, ordinary people.

So many words ,thoughts,and stories Not spoken,when they need to be..

Smothering up the truth speakers!
but this is what it comes too,The LIES are taking over..

They have won.

~ The poison is Love

Why?

WHY do people think that the world will end?
WHY do people think candy is sweet?
WHY do people have energy when having caffeine?
WHY do people get tired after drinking Chomomile tea?
WHY do people think I'm insane?

Because I am the opposite,

I think the work will never end.
I think candy I'd always bitter.
I get tired when having caffeine.
I get energy when having Camomomile tea.
Ithink I am perfect the way I am.

But why do I love him, while the rest hate him, for that, I do not know.

Die:
He broke my heart
Like a knife
He jabbed until
I died
But than he
Resurrected me
And mended my heart
Now it's he
Who died

He didn't know:
I returned to the earth
Just to remember me
I told him
"Never forget what you see"
But than I
Saw him
Sitting there
I said hi
And he didn't know me

A clatter aroused around as the cylindrical object hit the table in front of us. He looked down at me his brown eyes so warm. So sincere and I knew that the love I saw there was true. "Do it." He repeated and the memory shot through my mind. A guard had stepped into our cell and told us. Told us that if one of us didnt kill the other by morning then we would both be killed and so would both of our families and our friends. So when the revolver slid towards me I backed away. "Brittaney I'm begging you. Shoot me. Then you can go home please! I love you I want you to be safe." I shuddered "You know I can't Nathan, you know that! You shoot me and go home." He shook his head "you know that wont happen." At this I began to cry because I knew this was true he would never do that to me, and I knew this. "Then lets play a game" I choked on the pick up line he had used on me all those years ago. He glanced up at me sharply. I looked at the gun it held 6 bullets I took out four. "When in Russia play roulette" I put the gun to my head and breathed in a gasp, Then pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. As scared as I was doubled when he did it and nothing happened. I did it again and then it was his turn and as the trigger clicked my life died in front of me. He fell to the floor and I choked. "No! It was supposed to be me!" I grabbed the gun and pointed it to my head, I was dead anyways. With a bang the guards had two body's not one.