Failed QB App

[Dixie Ros?]

 The app:
(Female "Good" Squirrel.)

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It was a peaceful day. Calm breeze swept over grass so green.

But one would think a war was going on, for a young female squirrel was waging a noisy war game.

"Splat! Zing! Glop! YA!"

Raspberry pulp flew everywhere.

The girl was grabbing raspberries from the nearby bush, and smashing them with yells of war.

She was enjoying herself so much, she didn't notice her mother

"Wot're ye up to? I told you to scrub the floors!"

Juppiera cowered before her tall and wide mother.

"I did, Mummy! 'Onest!"

Mrs. Gabtrix shook her head.

"Well, they still look awful. Do them again!"
To this she added a slap on the back.

"Yesim!"
Said Juppiera, sniffling.

Then she spotted Juppiera's red-stained paws.

"WOT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING!? SCRUB YER PAWS RIGHT NOW, THEN SCRUB THE FLOOR TWICE! I WILL NOT HAVE YOU PLAYING SILLY WAR GAMES!"

Juppie fled before her mum could hit her any more. She got out everything and started to scrub the floor again. The red juice on her paws spread like blood on a battlefield.
Or like her own blood. Her mother was abusive. Normal bruises aside, she'd had her left paw broken twice, and had had countless bloody noses. Her whole body was sore. She wanted her father back. Why, oh why?

She finished, two hours later, and headed to her room--a closet--and sat. She sung to herself, to calm, and felt the deformed left paw that had not healed correctly after being broken. She ran her paws over every scar on her dull, gray body. Her blue eyes closed. She opened her mouth, and sung.

"Oh, to be, free!
To do as I wish,
And never feel the pain,
Of whip and of hand,
Or the grit in my mouth, from scrubbing with sand-"

A loud knock alerted her.

"Quiet!"

She stopped singing.

She sat up. She gathered her cloths.

She shoved the door of her room. He mother went flying. She walked, not ran, to the door. She forced it open. She spat at the feet of her mother, and spoke.

"I wanted to be a fighter. You ruined that dream," She held up her deformed paw. "So I ruin yours."

She took a candle from a nook by the door. It was lit.

"Revenge is sweet, and I've waited so long."

Red mist burned in her eyes. She threw the candle into the long, dry grass near the edges of the house.

"Burn, like my dreams did."

She turned and headed down the path away from their Mossflower cottage.
She ran.
She fell, and sobbed. "Why?"
She picked herself up. What was done was done.
She kept walking.
A scream ripped the night,
But she kept walking.

[Dixie Ros?]

 ....And The App Turned Poem!!


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I was playing with rasberry,
I cry for rest, you give me nary,
Tired from the work I do,
I felt I was a slave to you.
You snached me up, by the fur,
Spun me 'round, with dizzy whir,
Gave me a good chewing-out,
Harsh words, did you spew and shout.
"Scub it clean, twice this time,
And wash your paws of that red slime,"
To these words, you add a swating,
Oh, for kindness, I am wanting.
Scrubing sand, a-burnt my paw,
Rubed the both of them so raw,
The berry juice stained the floor,
I wished I die, not work n'more.
That night, once I's finely done,
Now too tired for any fun,
I sang to south the burning pain,
You yelled , "quiet!", wrecked joys again.
This time, there was no meek,
Answer such as you would seek,
Insted, I forced away that door,
Not being your slave any more.
I walked, not ran, to the exit,
You just stood there, like in a fit,
I took up, a lit candle,
By it's dulled up brazin handle,
At the house I threw it down.
Your smirking smile became a frown,
Your hating laugh into a scream.
Feelings flowed in shining ream,
And cries as I hightailed it out.
Then, I paused. I thought about,
What I had done, couldn't be undone.
I cried as I started to run,
And I shouted "why",
A pleading cry,
But it was too late,
And from both our hate,
Finely one prevailed.

(Umm...Sorry. It's really sad, and not so good...But, anyways.)

[Ashyra Nightwing]

 *claps* At least you actually bothered to write something! I didn't. I should have done...

...Are you Valor Boldstripe?

[Dixie Ros?]

  <3  <3 Yes, I am.


Oh! THANK YOU RETTO!


My name is fixed!!

[Ashyra Nightwing]

 I knew it! Feh! *attempts to keep the forum alive by spamming randomly*

[Dixie Ros?]

 ...We have to face it...RWL is dying.




I'm skitzo, doncha know. And I have a gallary full of stuff:Deviant Art Gallary


I enjoyed wtiting it. Fwirl says it didn't get in 'cos Juppiera was evil. My mind is in the horde.

[Ashyra Nightwing]

 Rwl is dying... But when the expansion arrives, RWL will be more popular than EVER!!

Maybe I should get an art thingie... I have some ...interesting fox drawings I drew on holiday...

[Dixie Ros?]

 I fear it is not enough. And we've lost importain members....*Sniffles*




Hey, do you do requests?  

[Ashyra Nightwing]

 I could try, I suppose...  :)  

[Mark]

 Good Poem and story, peeps.  

I will always be around, though thick and thin I've been here and always.

[Dixie Ros?]

  :rolleyes: .



Ah, thanks.

And I'll be here forever, too...

[calria]

 Can we get the Admins to ban that phrase which upsets me?
*glares at it*
You see, these forums shall not die. RWL shall not die. For one thing, it would make me cry, which would be bad, since I'd loose my contacts and I only have 1 months' supply of them left!

[Scarwake]

 Hmmm...Perhaps you'd should just get the daily wear kind were you were them everyday for a year and clean them and all that stuff, but take them out at night...That's what I have, it might be cheaper in the long run...As for RWL dying, I think everyone should shush about that, because saying things like that is what makes places die!!!

[Ashyra Nightwing]

 Ok. *shuts up*

RWL shall NEVER die! *clings*

[The Lady Shael]

 *nods* That's the spirit. I usually don't wear my contacts when at the computer, only at school and other places, but I don't see why I wouldn't break down in tears over wherever if RWL "falls over". *trying to refrain from using the word "dying" or "dies"*

I suppose the reason is most people just got bored, and got bored of waiting for an expansion long overdue.