

Orphan's Week Contest She sat underneath a palm tree that was nodding sagely in the wind and its shadow gave her some respite from the heat. A group of children were playing in front of her, but she paid them little notice. It was strange to see children play. In fact, it was strange to see children out and around at all. The fear of Deathwing's madness still haunted her, a fear that would always be with her until her death. The playfulness of children eased her mind as a sign that the war was over. That the Cataclysm was over. They had prevented it, even though it had ended with the lives of many. The priests, druids and shamans had done what they could to ease tOrphan's Week Contest by ~LeaTelamon


Between: A Poem BetweenBetween: A Poem by *nottherightword
Between,
The here and there,
The light and dark,
The common and rare,
The straight the arch.
The left and right,
The simple and hard,
What's loose and tight,
The allowed the barred.
Reality and dreams,
Earth and the skies,
A whisper, a scream,
The ignoran


Counting the Minutes Six months, four days, eight hours and nine minutes.Counting the Minutes by =EmoKels
The clock ticks away the seconds, slowly ticking away my life.
Ten minutes gone.
Some call me obsessive. Some say I should've been sent away long ago. I stopped hearing those people a long time ago.
Eleven.
They said I was crazy, waiting here for you. They don't understand; it's all I have. I need that small glimmer of hope, that one day you'll come back for me.
Twelve.
Do you remember when we first met, that fateful day? It was mid-autumn, temperate, not too hot or cold.
Thirteen.
You saw me from across the park, feeding the pigeons. You came over and sat by me, watching the